The Sunspire [m] mica

can be a cameo if he is not acknowledged

up, up, up did he climb, high to the clouds of floating madness. legs shook like jello while a sinful heart threatened to pound from his chest and splinter ribs to break free.

pretty was a scent on the wind, sweet like honey. but he was no bee nor bear, and the allure to it was out of boredom for the world. climb yet he did, straight to the open claws of a lustful trap waiting beneath a cloud of cover.

words spat between two bodies before an amused chuckle broke free from the stained cage of fangs like lined his smile. a crackle shivered it's way through joints as he sat off some distance to watch, faintly occupied by the dance of strangers.