#don't look too deeply into it I beseech thee

[zestials]

unprompted / always accepting.

@chthonicrage sent ── Rattling is heard before it's seen. Dexterous tail coils around the overlord's legs. Medusa lazily moves, body twisting until her chest touches his. ❝ I've decided to share something new with you, little spider. ❞ She raises a hand, back of curled claws brushing his cheek. Her other hand grasps her mask. Only as her eyes close, does she take off the mask.

Nest of serpents coil amongst themselves, looking in all directions but at him. Scaled skin is revealed, grecian nose exposed, and her lips; a giantic, contineous scar litters them, almost devoured by a beast crueller than most, long ago. Myriad of scars trace guant cheeks, a mosiac that so very, very few have seen. Inhaling deeply, Medusa pushes the boundaries of her fear, of her own mortification, when next she speaks. She's scared of his reaction; her heart spews anxiety.

❝ . . . Somehow, i've grown too fond of you, Zestial. It-. . . It is distracting. Maddening. Either you share these emotions, or don't. Either you kiss me, or you put my mask back on, and we part. Indefinitely. ❞ Even now, it is hard to remove the shrapnel left in her heart. It cuts those she cares for, try as she might. Her eyes squeeze tighter. Don't let history repeat. Don't leave her with another Perseus, entrapped in marble for eternity.

the rattle would put many on edge ( it had for him once , a warning he'd even adapted as his own over the years. ) served as a method to strike fear , now it's familiar. the slope of his shoulders soften with the knowledge , the curl of tail round his feet only serving to pull his attention towards her. as if it wasn't already , so keenly aware. she's close , far closer than they usually are , a mere breath away & he can make out every intricate detail of her mask.

one that's long been engraved in his mind , unchanging & safe from the power coiled beneath. but he doesn't fear her , if she wanted him dead , he would be. even in hell , it was a necessity to have someone to rely on. ( WHEN HAD MEDUSA BECOME HIS ? ) the beat of his heart is far too loud , like she might hear it , like it might provoke her to rip it out. like she'd need his blessing , far beyond capable in more ways than one.

there are not words to describe what he sees in the lines of her face , bared with eyes closed. she'd handed him the proverbial weapon had he wanted to drive it through flesh. but zestial , he's always been someone she can trust.

clawed hand brushes her cheek reverently , a swipe of thumb across the curve of her bottom lip. zestial leans close like he'll oblige , a low rumble of his voice. " thou shalt have me inebriated with authority , beseeching me thus. " he descends upon her , a soft press of lips that quickly becomes hungry , starving , ravenous. reassurance the feelings are mutual in every movement , tugging her closer like they might meld together entirely.

" i shall not forsake thee. " a murmured sentiment , the softest trace of lips along jaw , eyelids , nose & finally lips again like a promise from one's most devoted follower.

#chthonicrage #* ── the sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown. : ft. chthonicrage. #* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox. #rattling the bars of my cage!!!!!!!!!