ENDLESS SUMMER--

[★SPACED]

They had met here once, random strangers on the beach - the boy made of stars and his scabrous, aristocratic lover. Ixion thought of it now, that chance meeting. It had changed the way he thought, had slowly burned away at his ideals of love and destiny - had moulded him into someone more evolved, and certainly more sexual. Not to say that he, the shy, awkward, nervous boy with hands that shook even when brushing a strand of Cairbre's ebony hair from his cheek had become used to the notion of sex and sexuality. Instead he was in love with it, as frightening as it was.

He saw Cairbre much more than he'd ever seen Fiyero - perhaps it was out of fear that their relationship would end the same, or simply that he didn't want to let the other boy out of his line of vision (he was too beautiful not to see every day). Maybe they came across as an odd couple, but somewhere between Ixion's galaxy ridden eyes and Cairbre's sharp tongue a match had been struck and it had burned fast, hot and endlessly. 

Ixion waited at the shores edge for his lover, letting his copper gaze scan the distant islands and the wind ruffle his silver hair. He was in love (again) and he couldn't have been happier. 

Kezz ♥

[Kezz]

"I DEFY YOU, STARS"

He did not smile often, this boy of acid and gold; the curling of his bitter smoky lips did not suit him so much as it did Ixion, and at times, when he caught his lover off-guard, Cairbre could be described only as spellbound by the way he wore such a a beautiful display of happiness. Happiness: what a fickle device used by the mind. True happiness had escaped him for a long, long time, and indeed he had believed there could be no such thing. Nerissa's eldest had recoiled from the thought of mirth and optimism, for he found a sense of weakness in the state of euphoria. And when he had met Ixion, Cai had fought his desires and his heart with every ounce of the venom he had cultivated his veins... — only to fail, quite miserably. Because he loved that star-eyed kid. He loved the way his eyelashes fluttered, thick with dream, in his sleep, he loved the way he would bite his lip every now and then when a troublesome thought crossed his mind, he loved the way he was so completely brimming with delicate sympathy — but most of all Cairbre loved the way Ixion accepted him for who he was: malevolence, rage and all. 

Even a moment spent from his side was too long, and today the buckskin stallion soared over the open earth toward the Cove. His hooves thudded against the hard ground, raven-black tendrils flying wildly about his muscular clockwork frame and his baby blue eyes burned with furor. As the gold man paused at the clifftop, taking a moment to gather his breath, he spied a figure in the distance which caused his heart to race. In the past he would have snarled, but now he nickered softly to the wind, feeling his chest rise and fall under the heavy burden of his love. And down the cliff path he trotted, onto the beach he swept, across the sand he flew until at last slowed: Ixion was within his reach. Cai thrust himself passionately forward, arching his neck around his boy's and there he held him: savouring every scent, memorising each freckle. So this, the young man queried , was what it felt like to be happy?

★SPACED luv.

[★SPACED]

if you fall asleep down by the water
baby i'll carry you
all the way home

It did not take long for the Prince to arrive. Ixion heard him approaching from afar and felt the now familiar curving of his velveteen lips - shy, bashful, ecstatic. He continued to search the horizon, feeling his skin burn with electricity and excitement as the footsteps grew closer, closer. Soon he could not withhold his joy and his face split into an unexplainable grin - lingering on the borderlines of being a laugh. If asked, Ixion could not have explained the feeling in his chest, the burning of his skin or the incredible lightness of his brain. He'd never been light - he was a philosopher, ancient and heavy with questions, feelings, emotions. But Cairbre made him light, tossed away the vast emptiness of the sky and allowed Drovers son to shine in all his starlit happiness.

He happily allowed himself to be tucked underneath that sharp jaw (as if he'd had a choice) and pushed himself against the broadness of Cai's endless golden chest. He wanted to stay there forever, moulded skin to skin - mahogany to metal. The inhalation of Cai's beautiful scent was almost ritualistic, a ceremony Ixion would have performed ten times a day if he could have. It was always strongest when they had been away from one another, and today Ix breathed it in with silent joy - his heart raging inside his delicate chest, his blood burning through his veins. He exhaled;

"I missed you."

Kezz why so perf.