Draft #24: Body (Errotic)
(TW: Slight violence)
Lust read what was written on a piece of paper. Again. And again. It was simple requests from his husband, but it was so different that it made him want to reject the ideas and say no.
"I'll... I'll do it for you, Error."
Fuck.
They were in the bedroom of Lust's place. He had kept the written requests on his nightstand just in case he had forgotten what Error had wanted. They both laid on the bed, Error's head in Lust's lap. Normally, Lust'd joke about this, but it was not the time.
"Hurry up, Lust."
Lust felt so nervous he actually started to sweat a little. He grabbed the paper for the fourth time within five minutes and read the first order
Take my eyes, take them aside
He breathed in deep and released a sigh, putting the paper back on the nightstand. Slowly and gently, his fingers ghosted around Error's eyesockets. He made eye contact with Error, and all he could see was Error wanting Lust to go further.
He couldn't deny him.
Reluctantly, Lust put his finger through Error's larger eyelight, the magic fizzling slightly from the sudden intrusion. He immediately stopped his actions, and Error frowned. "No. Keep going," he growled.
Lust did it again, feeling weird when doing so. He repeated the action for the smaller pinprick, the eyelight actually flickering out. It caused Error to smile. "Yes, that's perfect."
He started petting Error's head while he continued to mess with his magic, which caused him to purr slightly. He succeeded in disrupting the magic on the other eye that it too fizzled out. Already that had made Lust feel bad, but Error was beaming.
"Continue."
Lust frowned slightly as he remembered the next thing he was supposed to do for Error.
Take my face,
The gentle hand that was petting Error's head moved to his browbone, still hesitating to continue onwards to what he was going to do.
Going as quickly as possible to have it end soon, Lust did the deed. He started to dig his phalanages into Error's forehead, moving down to his temple and soon his cheek. The sound of bone scrapping bone was bad, and when Error groaned slightly in pain Lust stopped, which earned him another complaint. He continued until Error's whole face and jaw was scratched up, even in a few places dark blue marrow dripping.
"L-let's get you fixed up," stuttered Lust. Error nodded and- with Lust's guidance, due to Error's eyelights- got out of the bedroom and into the bathroom with Lust now opening up a first aid kit.
...
The morning came by way too quickly. Error's scars hadn't healed yet, but thankfully his eyes were back to normal. Error was strangely happy about the entire situation. It left Lust with a bad feeling.
"Lust," Error simply said. Lust walked out of the kitchen to see his husband sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and arms to his sides. Lust didn't understand what his husband was trying to tell him, which made Error raise a brow.
"What?" Lust asked.
"Do you not remember?" Error asked.
Lust remembered right then and there alright.
And desecrate my arms and legs, they get in the way.
Lust sighed, went to the kitchen to turn off the stove, and came back with a knife. Lust was deathly afraid of knives, and actually trembled as he held it to Error's connection between his arm and shoulder. The magic there was very tough, so Lust had to slice through it. He did it with unsteady hands.
The knife slid easily through the connective magic. The light hum suddenly failed, seeing as it was damaged, before Error's entire right arm popped right out of its socket.
Eyes hazy with tears, Lust did the same with the other arm. It was obvious that Error was in pain, but when he voiced that he was considering stopping, Error got a nasty attitude.
Well, he always had knives for tongues.
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Lust took him to a healer, despite Error's complaints. Something inside him told him to do it. To do it now. Right now, right now. The healers in Underlust looked at Error and him with what seemed to be knowing looks. Error snarled at them, but Lust hushed him. "They aren't being rude, Error."
Lust knew that Error didn't work well with physical touch with anybody besides him, and plus with his fiery attitude and murderous rampages he was kind of wary to do it. But the voice inside him urged Lust to take him...
Now Lust was in the same room as Error and the healer, a purple-pink bird. Lust had already forewarned her about Error's haphephobia (much to her surprise).
Take my hands, they'll understand.
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Draft #25: Wind (DS!Errorcrossmare)
The wind breezed by me, cooling me and making me feel alive. I could feel it rush between my fingers, and I could not help but allow it, spreading my fingers apart and thinking of them like primary feathers on a bird's wing, twitching open to have the same breeze rush past their feathers, poised to jump up and start flying through the air, not a care in the world as they defied gravity...
"Nightmare? Are you okay?" Cross asked. My thoughts melted away and I smiled. "Yeah, I'm doing good. Why you ask?"
"You seemed a little dazed, that's all," Cross smiled at me. I gave a smile back, taking up the sight before me. Cross had on a dress for this special occasion.
Error had sewed it himself,
