finally, a sin worth hunting for, a fervour, a sweet. you are mine.

The chameleon is stretching; he’s been up far too early this morning, following a lead that left him with bIood beneath his nails. He’s tired after a fruitless hunt, lounging in a sun spot to push those pesky scales away itching at his throat

Seungri is going to promptly pout then, turning his face away from the other. He can't be considered cute if Mu-Yeong can't even see him.

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he haunts me, in dreams, in the waking world. his absence casts a gloom over every day god drags the sun across the sky. he is half of me, and he is not here, and i can feel his memory eating at whatever is left of me.

( the chameleon may have his own reservations about the other mountain gods, but the headband is . . . quite adorable . )

( He’s a mountain god, he can make anything suit him. )

Tell that to the hard defeat he took

Sounds like a you problem

described as positively sadistic, but i could be so much worse!

( The chameleon is telling him that it is. )

They both know he's lying, and the chameleon is dramatic. Despite this, he's turning around partially, looking at Mu-Yeong over his left shoulder. "Ya, that sounds like a lie." The pout continues.

i have no meaning unless i’m wanted, torn apart, and sacrificed.