who can you trust when everything you touch turns to gold Posted on November 13, 2025 at 01:41:00 AM by Mhidas
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Help.. Relief flushed like a cool flood through his body. His senses, already exhausted by the stress of having been blinded, suffered a sudden whiplash. From the sweet balm of relief to the hot, confusing prickling feeling that overwhelmed him at the thought of Lucifer's skin touching his, Mhidas balked. His mouth opened, parting wordlessly... soundlessly for a singular moment until his brain whirred to life and closed it once more.
"U-um," he squeaked gracelessly. The skin of his golden throat bobbed as Mhidas collected himself. His pulse skittered like a hapless rabbit. Touching seemed like a bad idea. A bad idea that had his stomach churning with something that did.. not quite smack of dread. He couldn't name the feeling that roiled like a hot stone in his gut, didn't have a word for it, and didn't think now would be a good time to figure it out. No touching: got it.
How then would Lucifer guide him? Mhidas swallowed again. Following Lucifer by sound and by smell was a viable option, but he hated the thought of being so free to stumble or be led astray. "Maybe.. I can.. just.." the golden stallion spoke falteringly, saying each words that came to mind as he scrambled. "Hold onto.. your.. tail?" He was wholly unimpressed with himself and more than a little horrified. 'Hold onto his tail?' What kind of moronic idea was that?