warning: nsfw, double pen
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Sol is awake in the most superficial of ways, for everything comes to him slowly. That is, everything except the fire that courses through him and the ache that threatens to tear him asunder. The figure that looms over him wears a honeyed smile and oh.
Oh.
It's been so long since he's looked upon Nox's sweet visage and he aches at the thought that he might have forgotten.
Ah…
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Time always passes so strangely. A blissful feeling washes over him and it feels like a shade of blue. Slow, soothing, and melancholic blue.
But the momentary peace is only that, momentary because pale fingers press in—
Sol's back arches from the feeling, his mouth uselessly hanging open as saliva trickles down his jaw. There are stars in his vision, flashing lights and everything is too damned bright.
