#⚡️the tales of the sky | long post

[godlivesonthemoon-archived]

@calmcorvus

Despite the warm weather and bright sunlight, Rocinante was in full comfort mode, sporting his favorite striped sweater and a lazy smile as he approached Enel, standing by to wait for the other to set his book aside. Then he wasted no time in claiming that space previously occupied by anatomical plant studies, settling into Enel's lap as he swung his legs to the side over the arm of the garden chair, getting comfortable. Nevermind his innocent look, this wasn't his plan all along, nope.

It’s a casual afternoon where nothing has been planned, they are both following the rhythm of the world, lazy and relaxed. He cherishes those moments where they are allowed to breathe for once, forgetting who they are and what are their duties, only sharing the best memories. Seated and half lump on his favorite chair, Enel doesn’t bother looking up when Rocinante arrives, for once not stumbling over him, his feet almost gracefully walking over the green grass. Enel turns another page of his book, ready to take a few notes regarding the summer garden he’s preparing before he senses the needy stare of his fiancé over him. Certain that Rocinante wouldn’t walk away, standing like a gargoyle by his side, Enel looks up with some mischief in the eyes, and eventually pushes his book aside.

“What, now? You have some cuddling emergencies?” Enel asks, while his taller lover decides to claim his lap as his new throne, swinging his giant legs over the arm, testing at the same time the resistance of the chair, both of their bodies quite large for that poor item. “Mmh… You know I was studying for our garden, right?”

However, his tone is nothing but gentle, Enel hands automatically sliding around Rocinante’s body, one circling his arm, the other resting on the opposite arm chair, where he can brush the muscles of his back, hidden under the layer of his sweater. That’s probably the Rocinante he loves the most right now ; no uniform, whether he’d be the brightest or darkest one. He’s deprived of any mask, blond locks reflecting the rays of the afternoon sun, and his chocolate eyes gleaming with an aftermath of happiness and safety feeling. Enel secretly feels his pride swelling once again, certain that this state of pure blissfulness is only happening because of his presence. He’ll take the rewards anyway, a deep and content sigh escaping his throat, while he closes his eyes for a second.

Silently, he slides his left hand under his sweater, not seeking for any sort of sexual connection, but something rather intimate; the kind of touch he has never been able to perform on anyone else but the blond-haired man seated on his lap. He lets his fingers blindly follows the scars hidden there, each scratch receiving the most devoted attention, while Enel presses his cheek against his chest, his mind focused on the soft beating of his heart. It’s a melody he wouldn’t ever get tired of, always steady and calm, like background drums echoing as a quiet thunder, matching the pace of his own organ, whenever they are seated like this. While he continues to trail the infinite imperfections mapping his warm skin, all of them printed with memories, important, forging who Rocinante is right now, Enel slides his head up, his lips finding a shelter in the crook of his neck.

Rocinante tastes like a summer dawn, where the horizon is colored with the most vivid colors, red and purple dancing with ochre and silver, when the night is not entirely out and yet coming and enveloping the world like a soft veil. With the pressure of his lips, Enel can sense the strength of his training, the fragrances of rosewood and sandalwood coming from the products he uses to wash himself, marking his skin with manly scents Enel wishes to worship until the end of time because it smells like home. It should be forbidden to love someone the way he does, to be blessed by the adoration of both a demon and an angel, Rocinante’s morality always swinging at the edge of two worlds he’s terrified to fall in. One last greedy peek left onto his tan flesh, Enel eventually nuzzles there, unable to move.

“I wish the world could stop its motion right now…” Enel whispers, his hand traveling on his fiancé’s torso eventually falling down to cup his waist, his thumb describing gentle and slow circles. “To be God only to keep you there forever.”

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️the only angel I keep and love in my heart | calmcorvus #⚡️in my dreams we are always together | rocinel #⚡️the adventure of a lifetime | young verse #⚡️the tales of the sky | long post #; you were satisfying your Rocinante's needs sending this #; but I indulged my own in return lmao #; their love story gives me the most intense emotions #; you can see where's the god complex starts and how the peaceful world of Enel collapsed the day he lost him #; bless this ship seriously

[godlivesonthemoon-archived]

@abrupturn

“  don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in.  ” ( zion )

meme for that specific brand of ships (darker) - always accepting

It’s an anniversary he despises with all his heart. A date he wishes to erase from the calendar, where his heart feels nothing but the heaviest stone within his guts, old, scarred and damaged. Rarely Enel would crack that mask of domination and arrogance, unable to put aside his filthiest emotions, turning the world upside-down for his own whims, because it feels better this way. Yet today, he’s losing that mask once again. Seated at the edge of the cloud which supports the entire Garden he created and morphed to match his greatness, his legs are swinging in the air. It’s not dawn yet; the sky is still dark and cold, stars slowly dying in the silence of the night surrounding him, while slowly, the horizon before him is tainted with amber colors. His mantra is unable to work right now, he’s too overwhelmed to control it, the entire world suddenly shutting down, leaving him at his self-contemplation, pain sending waves through his bones. He doesn’t hear Zion arriving.

The contact of a foreign skin sends shivers down his spine, as Enel almost flinches, arctic eyes turning around and showing nothing but distress and fear. No… No he can’t see him like this. He’s no more God right now, but nothing more than a child who lost the only person he trusted. He’s a wounded animal who wishes to disappear somewhere in the middle of the void.  

                 “don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in.”

Zion spoke before Enel could turn into his logia form, looking for a shelter, far from the mad crowd and their piercing eyes, judging his fading existence and seeing that disgusting weakness hidden in the shadows of his reign. He blinks for a moment, finally hit by the meaning of the words he just heard. He wishes to shut down. He wishes to control those emotions invading his body and squeezing his heart so hard that it’s impossible to breath. He has always loved to be God for that; mechanic and yet natural, empathic and yet alien to feelings, the perfect balance to rule a world he hates cruelly even if he would want to love it. Yet, the touch of Zion’s fingers upon his arm are enough to melt that shield of ice protecting his true nature.

Tears. They are so acid right now, after so many years without crying. They dare to roll down his cheeks, intrusive, ripping off that last veil of domination he had to be able to control his own shattered soul. He’s crying for the first time in twenty years, vision blurry, unable to sense the world the way he has been used after so many years of dictatorship and violence.

“What am I, if I can’t save the one who should have lived thousand lives?” He manages to ask in a terribly painful whimper, his chest aching with a ravenous pain.

He has been able to kill, to torture, to ravish. He has been able to walk in the middle of his enemies, and soil the ground with their blood. He is a master of conquests, a God of War and Agony, he’s Fear itself, after all, God, on his golden throne. But he has never been able to save her from her fate. He didn’t find the remedy for her sufferings, nor the way to face his own grief. He failed to accomplish the only task God should do.

“You don’t love a God.” Enel mutters, his blue eyes back on Zion’s features, his mask entirely gone for the very first time of his life. “You only love a ghost, Zion.”

#⚡️peasants who wants my time | ask ic #⚡️gold would never be enough for the greatest thief | zion | abrupturn #⚡️for the one who bites the hardest | enelion (abrupturn) #⚡️god is fear | main verse pre timeskip #⚡️the tales of the sky | long post #; you wanted the feels??? HERE YOU GO #; and this is the FIRST ONE