#mod fright
When you kiss, he breathes a chill into you. It starts at the base of your neck, shooting down your spine and toward your extremities. Goosebumps rise and the hair on your arms stands up as if it received an electric shock. Some people call it a cat walking over your grave. You think, well… It’s not impossible.
The void can watch you without eyes. Anywhere you look, he’s staring back at you. He’s proud of you.
Extradimensional lovers: for when being in the same time and place is overrated. He sends you his presence throughout the day, broadcasting thoughts into your mind. His lust for you surpasses the limits of a corporeal form, a sensuality beyond simple touch. Foreign and intangible, unknowable, aberrant love.
He is the End. Plagues of locusts, rising sea levels, nuclear winter, blood of the gods. But to hold him in your arms slows the beating of his doomsday heart. When the sun rises for the two of you once again, the world continues to turn.
Looking at him hurts more than your eyes. It hurts your mind, your understanding of the world around you. His form continues on to dimensions you can’t even begin to imagine. His eyes - if they are eyes - are colors you cannot comprehend. You blink twice. You continue looking regardless.
He confuses your teeth for mountains. He wanders, exploring your vastness; he is an insect to you, treading so lightly you can scarcely feel it. You remain still for him, and he erects shrines to your greatness. His stature is microscopic, but his love for you is tremendous.
