u/bornatmidnight79

Last night, I slept on Earth in the open field. You were there on the balcony, cigarette ribbon between your fingers, each puff swirling around with your drifting thoughts. Dim waning light of the cherry, warm summer wind lingering into night, every inhale bringing a pang of emptiness into your chest. What you're feeling now is a lack: a lack of devotion, a lack of me. Something to hold, to touch, to feel below. Because devotion just comes so easily to you, doesn't it? The way your knees fold as if in prayer, the endless quality of your touch. But right now, that need, that yearning, it's like a phantom limb. No one to kiss or to praise, no one to worship, no dreams to sleep through. Your eyes are drifting against the starlight, sleep weighing them down, when you hear the high wail of a star falling to Earth.

It's like someone streaked a key across a glass sky. A single line shooting into the field, bright as daylight, white as bone. Only you hear it; only you see it. You can tell. This is meant only for you. You're the hesitant type, aren't you? Nervous. Single thoughts piling and multiplying into dozens, cold clammy skin on your palms, so it might take you a minute to gather your nerves. But there's a single flash of a woman's silhouette imprinted on your mind, clarifying your thoughts, driving you towards me.

At first you only see the glow, bright as a spotlight, clear as a stream, and you move quicker into the soft light, heels of your shoes scraping into the dirt, warm sweat trickling off your lips. When you get there, you see me, porcelain-fine, skin so clear it is almost symphonious. On either side of me, there is a wing spread across the field. Together they form a set as wide and receptive as a satellite, one with feathers tinged black at the tips, the other a rusted golden red. Both sink into the meteorite impact surrounding me, the frail sheets of flumes so soft you can see each feather stir slightly in the wind. White cloth drapes across my body, dipping at the navel, inclining at the hips, slowly rising and falling with each shallow breath. At the very hem of my gown, you can see thighs so dewy that they glisten in the moonlight, legs that are like pillars sculpted by a master's hand.

It's too much not to reach out. You have to, you must. Like some ethereal tether has tugged at your wrist, the same white line of smoke that twirled off your cigarette and transformed into a comet’s tail. And when the tips of your fingers touch at the skin, you feel them sink every so slightly, with the tiniest bit of resistance, into the flesh. That first touch is like the first storm that birthed the heavens. Halo effect not only glowing on me, my face, my body, my tits, my toes, my feet, but on the exact moment when we connect. An equal equation made up of unequal halves. Because when my white teeth shine at you, when I just barely crack a smile at your worshipper’s touch, we both know that fate has aligned us: me your angel, your Goddess, and you my dutiful priest.

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Sorry, I don't want an RP, I want someone obsessed with devotion. I want someone whose mind falls along those lines. This is just a snapshot really, a single abstract second painted so you know what I'm looking for. I can be a princess and you a maid, or I'm the Sun and you're a serf. It doesn't matter: I just want you unequal. If you ache, obsess, cling, worship an angel, feel your missing Goddess the way another person might miss a lung, you're my girl.

If the idea of humping a leg makes you stir, because oh god, you could see yourself getting talked into doing that, I'd love to talk to you. That little tug of resistance you feel at the back of your mind that you used to call dignity going limp. The soft, almost pitiable space you go into when you're spoken down to, when you're made to kneel. I want to luxuriate in that, I want to taste it, lick it from you like a tear down your cheek. I want to be your angel.

Kinks: Bullying, abuse, manipulation, aftercare, cruelty, obsession, love, appreciation, impact play, oral fixations, social dynamics, toxic relationships, choking, biting, blood, scent, very intense fixations in general, busted lips and bruises, frail little weaklings, subby pillow princesses, girlfailures, “rimming” (I hate this word!!!), attachment, leg humping, spit, sweat, ass worship, body worship, worship in general, age gaps (not necessary), wealth gaps (either direction!), pain emotional or physical, petplay, collar and leashes, degradation, humiliation, co-dependence, cuddling, stickiness and shine, some light piss in ways that are primarily social but not necessary, armpit-y stuff.