Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Nikto baring more than just scars. Something new. Something deep. Something stark against his grizzly ice cold visage.
Nikto with smile lines around his pretty almond eyes. Feline-like eyes all soft and relaxed when he looks at you, glacial blue irises swallowed up by the black of his pupils. It's when he goes back to work that Krueger notices the little creases indented around his shadowy eyes. stern. Cold. But still weeping with the marks of something soft and warm.
Nikto with a big slavic nose. It's so often covered with his mask, and he's always gently nudging you with it. It's beautiful- no matter how many times he rejects the compliment. The happy grumble that leaves his throat when your lips grace against it. It's no longer muffled and trapped against thick taut fabric- a striking feature hidden from sight. Now it hides in your hair. Your neck, the scent of your skin and sweet shampoo replacing the dirty fabric that smells of cold and grit.
Nikto's lips are torn and scarred, and yet they're so warm. Warmed by the tea he drinks with you, warmed by your soft lips gracing his. You let him kiss you. You let him. Your pretty mouth, so good- too good for what he feels he can offer.
He becomes something more than just a hideous snarl, a gnarling dog's bite. Baring his teeth to preserve what's left of his dampened soul, what's left of his tattered body. A corpse aching for more than just coarse dirt.
Your name seldom leaves his gnarling teeth. It's hidden between the seal of grit teeth and firm tongue- it's not meant for anyone else. You gave it to him. Your name exchanging between mouths. between teeth. You gave it to him so sweetly- so easily. As easy as breathing. How could he not give his back for such a gift? He has to protect it. From both comrades and enemies alike. They couldn't appreciate it like him. Not utter it like a prayer, filling his lungs with air and purpose.
Nikto who turns his nose up whenever someone remarks about the little subtle changes about him. Who needs to know? They don't need to know. He's not sweetened. Don't be ridiculous.
Lying has never been his strongest skill. But he can stay silent. He's good at that.
He can keep this secret. His secret.
Ghost who likes your teeth a little too much. Sets you down on his lap just to pull down your bottom lip by your chin. A single thumb as he pulls you in just to lick at your teeth. Ignoring your curious tongue to lap at the ceramic like texture of your teeth.
Ghost who brushes your teeth for you sometimes. Treating you like a behaving dog so he can brush the toothbrush against the side of your teeth all the way to opening your jaw and reaching for the back.
"Good pet", he would tease only to suck on your teeth like an animal.