There was an ask about choosing between Booker and Edward BUT LOOKS LIKE TUMBLR APP LOST IT
AND DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO CHOOSE OMFG
HIGH/LOWCHAOSSHIP HAHAHAha low chaos corvo’s like “you smell of blood ew”
no porn because im too weak to draw porn
If there’s something Corvo can definitely say he didn’t expect, it’s being bent over a Shrine being fucked by himself.
The smell of blood is heavy in the air and the other Corvo’s cock burns inside him, hot and hard and heavy, weighing him down, and it’s all he can do as he scrabbles for the purple sashes, barbed wire dangerously close to his cheek. He brings his head down and they scrape at his hair, catching on the strands.
A hand tangles in his hair to bring his head up backward. There are no words between them (what is there to say when you can read each other the way you read yourself?) and other Corvo (the darker side of him, he supposes) licks a stripe up the line of his neck and presses his nose into the hollow beneath his ear, breathing harshly into his skin.
His breath reeks of offal, and his grip on Corvo is punishing. Corvo whines when they’re at their closest, hips pressed together, his legs spread as wide as they can go so that his other self can nestle closer and deeper inside him.
He won’t beg, but the world blurs at the edges for him and he can feel tears at the corner of his eyes. His arms are shaking from the effort of holding himself up and away from the barbed wire wrapped around the odd crown of wooden stakes, and he fears for what will happen when his strength fails him. Corvo prays for an end to his, and in his mind’s eye he sees the Outsider laughing at him.