Comfortless, a land denuded of accoutrements, composed of nought but aphotic murkiness sporadically shattered by but a solitary candle eternally sudoriferous with sweat of wax. The domain was claustrophobic, attenuated, too lithesome to be described as a room. It was but a cupboard. Malnourished walls amorously raped flesh of snow, myriad voluptuous breaths pestiferous, torturous upon the variegated boy's apprehensive visage.
Eyes of heterochromatic hue deliriously surveyed the stygian realm, reverent to the diminishing variegated light antecedently monarch, for what stalked before him, lucidly ebullient amidst such monochrome twilight, was but a singular sun, the empyreal, heliacal eye of Háðung dispossessed of its caliginous twin, as if devoured by the gluttonous darkness. *Screech* Such irritable throe shepherded the youth's entrance, the agonising, excruciating wail of the monolith's impermeable embranglement.
Eros attempted to turn, to gaze upon such bloodcurdling exhibition with eyes of forced apathy, yet, antagonistic irises embraced nought but a body of lucent, seraphic effulgence. Twin hands carved of such achromatic wax, serpentine in their every motion, strangulated the adolescent's twain appendages, forceful yet paradoxically malleable. However, Eros paid such notion little heed, for his mind lay paralysed, bedded by sentiment of gelid, hyperborean bloodlessness.
'Cold…like a dead body,' The boy incoherently stammered; myriad scenes, nostalgic with malignant poison of repugnant carrion, forced upon the forefront of his every waking thought, Eros had felt such bloodcurdling cadaverousness but once before, numbed by a tempestuous tortuous torment, the anguish of his own death.
Tumultuous eyes subconsciously quaked, evermore locked with but the singular effulgent waxen pupil of Mánagarmr, lucent, a contrasting moon amidst the void-like realm. Multitudinous fangs appeared arciform, unbound from the sheath of carrion, an intoxicated smile that perversely impassioned the enslaved boy.
{+5 Affection (Mánagarmr Hróðvitnir)}
{+5 Affection (Háðung Hróðvitnir)}
"Hey!" The treacherous, sardonic voice of Háðung barked, her singular blazing eye duplicitously anchored upon Eros's antecedently petrified figure, her face veiled by a shawl of infinite shadow, cloaking a mound of erratically twitching flesh. "I'm going to start our interrogation now, okay!" The girl rhetorically continued, "So…What happened that day in the dungeon."
Noiselessness, a world of deathly quiescence, exclusively slaughtered by the agonising whimper of the withering, moribund candle. Stagnant smoke monstrously depraved skin of winsome snow, coalescing atop the youth's every precipice. "I-I don't really know. I was only conscious at the very start…when the slaughter began." Eros harrowingly mumbled, his eyes apathetic, glazed by apocryphal memories. "That thing killed them all. We were fine. The goblins died effortlessly under Fiamma's assault. Only when that beast appeared did hell break loose. Within a second, they had all died. I could hardly comprehend it. Blood cloaked my form and then…and then-" The boy subconsciously shivered, tormented by the tragedy of antecedent events.
"What about that beast? What did it look like? What was it!" Háðung fervently howled, uncaring to the boy's nightmarish recount.
"It was a troll, or at least, it looked like one. However, it was dark, with skin of seaweed green and a height unheard of, muscles monstrously protruded from every inch of its form. It shouldn't have been like that. It shouldn't have looked like that." Eros vilely spat, hands chaotically clenching, fueled by a fictitious rage anteriorly quelled, for every motion, every word the boy would murmur from this point forth, would be nought but a spurious delusory lie.
{+5 Affection (Mánagarmr Hróðvitnir)}
{+5 Affection (Háðung Hróðvitnir)}
"Ehh~ And was there anything else unique about this, troll?" Háðung mordantly queried, her nose continuously quivering, assaulted by stimuli empyrean, transcendental yet antecedently unknown.
"No." Eros morosely retorted, his face inundated by catalyst cold, sloven. Liquid did it appear, sourced from progenitor celebrated, Mánagarmr, her lips wet with Gemini aqua, a lascivious, libidinous pool of enchanted drool.
"Mánagarmr!" Háðung Incredulously bellowed, her voice dissonant, cacophonous amid the claustrophobic slot, an order of forced sanity upon her aberrant lunatic twin, one spent in nought but vain, for within the mere passing of seconds did the girl revert to her prior state, nose of achromatic cadaverous wax fervidly entrenched upon the chasmic rift that separated the boy's variegated hair from his petulantly decrepit blazer of maroon. Serpentine hands coiled, not upon the youth's twain appendages, but his chest, forcing him into an aphrodisiacal innate embrace.
{+2 Affection (Mánagarmr Hróðvitnir)}
{+5 Affection (Háðung Hróðvitnir)}
"Ahh!" Háðung indignantly howled, her singular eye forebodingly auspicious upon its placement atop the youth's mortified figure. "Ok! How did Fiamma beat that thing? Tell me everything, and make it quick!" The roguish beauty impassionately squealed, her figure shrouded by effluvium of crepuscule murkiness innately squirming.
"I don't know." Eros portentously grumbled, his voice laced with poison of ominous dismay. "I think-No-I was definitely unconscious. The only thing I really remember from that point on is a world of fire…the agonising sensation of my blood boiling aneath my skin…and then waking up in the room of my master," The adolescent lied as easily as he breathed.
{+5 Affection (Mánagarmr Hróðvitnir)}
{+7 Affection (Háðung Hróðvitnir)}
Traitorous deafness, perpetually, calamitously mutilated by multitudinous precursors, the eternal sniffing of Mánagarmr, the listless dripping of wax, the lunar girl's movements, for libidinous hands embraced the tormented boy with distinguishable woeful fretfulness, while the singular iris of Háðung Hróðvitnir remained disinterested to his plight, twin thighs apprehensively restless, desiring nought but desertion from the confined plane.
"Alright, there's not much to doubt with your story! Now, Mánagarmr! Let's go!" The solar-haired beguiling beauty sovereignly bellowed, her order preternaturally received, for but a singular hand disembarked the boy's winsome body, eloping with nought but the metal frame that sentineled the plane, a fate powerlessly performed. The cacophonous soliloquy cried not, for the land lay paramountly ruled by the desirous voice of Eros.
'I need them to stay a bit longer. I need them to fall just a bit more,'
"I want to know more about the boy called Hylas,"