Oblivion | Euronymous

11 - Smudged paint

OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, Øystein has been getting extremely paranoid, and his fear of being found out began affecting Ada. She too was beginning to feel like everyone was watching her, and that any day the police were going to barge into Helvete and send them to jail.

So then Øystein decided it would be a good idea to move out of Helvete. He found a relatively good apartment about an hour's drive from the record store and moved in. Obviously he asked Ada if she'd move in with him. She was, of course, honoured and agreed.

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At the present moment while Euronymous was getting dressed up and putting his corpse paint on Ada was getting her camera equipment ready. She was a girl of many talents, she could draw, sing, play guitar and dabbled in photography. Which was why Øystein asked her if she would have a photo session with him, to which she agreed.

Knocking on the bathroom door she asked, "You ready?"

She didn't get a response, instead the boy emerged from the bathroom in his dramatic flowing robes, his face painted monochromatically. He looked like a dark ethereal being rather than the man she knew and loved. Slinging the camera off her shoulder she smiled brightly, "Shall we?"

Euronymous nodded and the two made their way out of the building and into her car.

They drove listening to some of Øystein's old CDs to a ruined and abandoned castle where they'd be taking their photos.

After finally getting there, Ada began positioning Øystein.

"Tilt your head just a bit more."

"Look at me with just your eyes. Nevermind. Doesn't look as good as I thought it would."

"A bit to the right, no, left."

"No, stop laughing, it's ruining the photo!"

After what seemed like forever, she got the perfect shot after perfect shot. Øystein looked truly evil and majestic in those photos.

During one particularly close shot, their proximity became electric. Øystein looked at her eyes and then her lips, and without warning, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a sudden, passionate kiss. Ada melted into it, the intensity of the moment consuming them both.

"You got your paint on me!" She complained, wiping a remnant of the black paint from her lips.

He grinned and kissed her again, purposefully pressing his face into hers to smudge the paint.

After that, everything seemed like a quick blur. Somehow the two ended up back in their apartment, specifically their shared bedroom.

Hastily Øystein began taking off his cloak while his lips remained planted on Ada's. He let out a quiet throaty moan as she reached for his belt and began sensually undoing it.

Without saying a word to each other they took off each other's clothes and threw them onto the floor. Their bodies intertwined like two parts of a whole. The feel of his body against hers, the warmth, the scent, it was all overwhelming, and she couldn't help but respond in kind. His hand laced around her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands were in his hair, pulling it gently, making a rough grunt come from his mouth.

The pair were in their own world, exploring, tasting. Øystein's hand moved down her body, caressing her chest, her stomach, and her hips. A quiet moan erupted from her mouth as his hand made contact with her core, causing a shiver to run down her body. His blue eyes met with hers and with his gaze alone he asked for permission to continue.