Me Liking Starter Calls While My Headache Is Making My Brain Explode:

Me liking starter calls while my headache is making my brain explode:

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🐦‍🔥 ooc 🌌 | out of flames

phoenixborn

2 years ago

Of course they had to play Sweet Child O Mine. Not because of the beyond iconic guitar solos but parts where Erebus also could utilize his range. Cindy was a wildfire, a vocal terror running all around the stage in ecstasy; a true reminiscent of Axl Rose and the embodiment of untameable 80s rock n roll. With one deep breath she finished the song, drawing out the last word for almost a half minute, spicing it with a few vocal runs as she was slowly descending in pitch.

The response was deafening roar of amazement, raw euphoria in her veins. She only could witness this once, when she was alive. Lightheaded, dizzy from the happiness of having her dream fulfilled, she didn't even think just took off towards Erebus with an overjoyed laugh.

She was agile, her clothes never really hid her muscles; it wasn't much of a surprise that she succeeded in securing a spot with her legs tightly locked around him, one arm around his neck, the other hand lost in his hair. Everything faded into the background the moment their lips met, kiss born from shared talent, passion and attraction; Cindy was glowing.

And for once she couldn't say anything after parting, but she didn't move from her spot at all. She only could stare with stars sparkling in her eyes, her gentle radiance gently enveloping them.

VARYING KISSES PROMPT

@phoenixborn said: For Erebus, kiss after a successful performance because it would take a millennia so tiny cosmic horror also climbs large gargoyle

sender kisses receiver’s lips, to congratulate, in a club

It was an exhilarating feeling. Completing a song, watching the audience cheering for them, screaming their name as if praying to some deity. Erebus had almost forgotten what that feeling felt like. Christ, he could become addicted to this all over again.

How did he go so long without performing? He had been afraid he had lost his inspiration completely. Still, he can’t take all the credit. He wouldn’t be on this stage right now if it wasn’t for her.

Besides, what would an artist without his muse?

He turned to Cindy to share a look that said ‘we did it!!’ only she was right in front of him and then she was climbing him. The gargoyle was still coming down from his high to really question what she was doing. But before he could think to ask, Cindy was kissing him.