09-10-2023, 05:23 PM
Cruz let the girls do whatever he felt like. It was they who he had to keep happy. And they dressed him in a costume befitting the carnival equipped with a mask to hide his face -- thought it was painted on by the very skilled hand of Cis. He wished he knew their real names, and maybe their cousin might slip and reveal them. But he doubted their con -- whatever it was -- was so shallow. Everyone in the Carnival would play alone he was sure of that much.
The throng of people pulled them in. The music, the dance. The drugs floating around. He'd been here before though he barely remembered it. It too had been fueled with his nightmares. He still saw flashes of the skull floating about. Whatever drug Carmilla had given him was still dripping in his system, and she placed another on his tongue with big bright eyes. But it was Cis to whom he felt connected.
Their cousin beckoned them when he arrived and it didn't take Cruz much to join him. He wasn't into men, but Samiel was not like others and he also pulled at the fear just skirting the edge of his visions. Like Cis there was something about him. He wouldn't fall into the trap, Rena was obviously interested in the man, but Cruz would dance to his tune for now. Feel the fear creep over his skin. It was indulgences he'd never considered. Rebellions his father might like and his mother hate. And his grandfather.... oh he'd hate it if Cruz followed after his father even a little.
The throng of people pulled them in. The music, the dance. The drugs floating around. He'd been here before though he barely remembered it. It too had been fueled with his nightmares. He still saw flashes of the skull floating about. Whatever drug Carmilla had given him was still dripping in his system, and she placed another on his tongue with big bright eyes. But it was Cis to whom he felt connected.
Their cousin beckoned them when he arrived and it didn't take Cruz much to join him. He wasn't into men, but Samiel was not like others and he also pulled at the fear just skirting the edge of his visions. Like Cis there was something about him. He wouldn't fall into the trap, Rena was obviously interested in the man, but Cruz would dance to his tune for now. Feel the fear creep over his skin. It was indulgences he'd never considered. Rebellions his father might like and his mother hate. And his grandfather.... oh he'd hate it if Cruz followed after his father even a little.