Lion Head Mesa [sc] [M] Diamonds Under my Eyes

no worries!! u are always worth the wait (also it is payback for the ancient wren/moss thread)

i can handle it, izaiah snaps back, challenging the smirk with a bored roll of his eyes. i just don't give it out for free. for that was not the way of his God, even if His light could not reach these red-tinged caverns.
he shuffles an inch or two closer, feeling his skin burn beneath the set of eyes which watched him. he feels as if he is prey. he's not sure how to feel about it.
pleasure, power, or perhaps a bit of both; the question lingers in the humidity before he answers. hate to burst your bubble, but neither, he scratches at his arm absentmindedly, avoiding the lurid gaze and turning his own attention back toward the roaring current of bodies. i was sent here. i'm a medical scribe. or, i guess you people call it a sesh.
he sneaks another berry into his mouth, clammy palm now stained with wine-colored juice. izaiah, he then says, offering his name and the second plump fruit which sat between his pads. i don't usually partake in this stuff, but, hey, it's a party, isn't it?