Im Thinking About That Southern Werewolf Again

im thinking about that southern werewolf again

“1. This is how the story goes. A boy raised in captivity falls in love with a sun he sees for the first time, flies too close thinking he can possess it, doesn’t listen to a father’s warning and plummets into the sea. His father grieves, so everyone grieves. The story is immortalised in the boy’s blood, a tale passed down with silkdelicate care through eternity. 2. There is another story. In it a boy asks too many questions, lusts too much for more, dares to question his father’s authority. He is banished from the skies, sent falling from the heavens but he does not die. Instead he is named ruler of all that is cruel, painful and wretched with the world. No one grieves for this boy, as he is deemed the root of all evil. 3. It is the way of the universe for boys to disobey their fathers, for children to question what they know and want more, more from their lives. 4. The way a father chooses to love after this happens is how the story is told. 5. This is the reason everyone weeps for Icarus. 6. It is also the reason no tears were ever shed for Lucifer.”

— Icarus and Lucifer, Nikita Gill

I don't know if Supergiant is actually planning for Icarus to be a romance option or if they just wanted to test the waters for now, but boy oh boy, they have no idea what sort of box they just opened (mythological pun not intended)

Listen, there's no secret mankind won't one day know and perhaps regret knowing

cw: predator/prey dynamic

childhood friend kiba, who befriends you because you always indulge him by letting him chase you around the playground.

it’s just a simple game of tag, but it’s also thrilling — the whole ‘catch me if you can’ concept behind it. kind of endearing, too. he chases you, catches you, and then he hangs out with you throughout the rest of the day at school with the biggest grin on his face because he’d achieved victory yet again.

but then you grow older, as one does, becoming young shinobi and all that, and he gets slightly more… aggressive with it. still nothing too out of the ordinary, it’s just that instead of pressing his hand against your shoulder or back, he likes to tackle you onto the dusty surface of the training grounds now, and tends to pin you into stillness with the help of his weight that he rests atop your own.

it continues like this for quite a while, even after you’ve risen rank after rank together and have both matured into adults. whenever you start turning doubtful about the entire thing, he just tells you that it’s great practice for honing his already keen sense of smell; that it helps him become an even better tracker. he needs to be at the top of his game when it comes to hunting someone down, after all.

so it’s no wonder that you’re not all that surprised — at least not truly — when there’s a hasty knock on your door one late night, and you find him standing there, smiling down at you rather wolfishly and with a particularly feral look in his eyes.

he’d somehow managed to slip out of his clan’s compound even if the gate had been sealed shut for the time being because of how most of their male members are left to suffer through their annual ruts.

and now that he’s here, blood hot as liquid fire and throat absolutely burning with want, he’s asking you if you want to play again, you know, for old time’s sake.

only this time, he wants to do it in woods. and you’re pretty sure that he also wants to do more than just catching you and tackling you to the ground.