Rowan : back muscles that could literally slice through stone. you touch his back, oh no look at that i’ve been impaled (probably by aelin’s sword). those back muscles are a work of god, but he’s very self-conscious of them?? who knows why
Aedion : those back muscles have you seeing the holy light from heaven. takes off his shirt from the collar, wiggling out of it, causing back muscles to r i p p l e. catches the light just right. holy smokes, you need jesus. forgive me lord, for i have sinned. (but i do not care)
Dorian : totally not human back muscles. dazayum daddy you been working out tho? softer than the fae male’s back muscles, but dazayum he still got them. swimmer’s body. making all dem ladies swoon. mr. steal yo girl back muscles
Chaol : wears sweaters. heavy shirts. sweatshirts too. his back muscles must not be seen. someone caught him shirtless (Nesryn) and has not yet stopped talking about the small cute moles he has on his shoulder blades
Fenrys : someone call 9-1-1 you’ve been impaled by the sheer muscle. why does he wear shirts? he looks better without shirts. 1-800-got-dem-muscles. work of art. take a picture it’ll last longer
Connall : smol gay child. just like Fenrys, but doesn’t like to show them off. turtle-neck sweaters. muscles practically rip through shirt. “guys, we cant afford any more shirts!”
Gavriel : Uncle-Kitty-Cat to Daddy-Kitty-Cat real quick. you can try not to look, but you will fail. tanned goodness. scars litter his back but dayumm don’t he look good?
Lorcan : you’re too short. everyone is too short. you have to crane your neck to even see his back muscles. grab a stool, one night show only. but once you see them, you’ve seen the face of Hellas himself. 1-800-them-muscles-ripple. 1-800-elide-passed-out. call 9-1-1 again.
Vaughan : Connall’s #1 aesthetic. no one can see but Connie. “but babe it’s hot” “no babe, long sleeve, sorry not sorry” “i swear to gods”. back muscles save lives. you pray to them at night, for sweet dreams.
Cassian : its a sin. its a plain right sin for those back muscles to exist. swimmer’s body 3.0. had to skip 2.0. heavy build, muscles everywhere, back muscles send you straight to hell. lickable™ use his back muscles for clickbait on youtube. god bless their existence.
Azriel : smol baby be- OH MY GOD. takes off his shirt like twice a year. still somehow incredibly tanned. hates him scars™ everyone telling him he looks beautiful™ (everyone meaning gay!Rhys and gay!Cassian). blush somehow travels from his face to his back bc he is a smol bean. shadows even faint when azriel goes topless. “come on, guys” “you’re just so hot, let us touch you milord shadowsinger”
Lucien : he must be protected. look at him in his beanies and jeans and sweaters. oh god, elain totally dressed and undressed him today. hoLY COW™ that one time and one time only Lucien had to take his shirt off. probably a wound on his chest. everyone was too busy staring at his back muscles to try to heal him. “um hello?? ive been impaled??” “Us too, Luci, us too”
We all have our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win, when I’m paralyzed? They crawl up on my bed, wrap their fingers around my throat. Is this what I get for the choices that I’ve made? God forgive me, for all my sins. God forgive me, for everything. God forgive me, for all my sins. God forgive me, God forgive me.
Don’t go, I can’t do this on my own. Don’t go, I can’t do this on my own. Save me from the ones that haunt me in the night. I can’t live with myself, so stay with me tonight. Don’t go. —- Bring Me The Horizon
I was a man’s angel, but failed to see the trident behind his back.
He stripped me of my halo and used it tie my own hands above my head, and his eyes glowed like a votive candle that promised me redemption.
God turned his back on me when I prayed for forgiveness so I moaned scriptures to The Devil as he confessed his sins between my thighs, and I wondered if Mary ever felt a sacrament so sweet.
Baptisms were made between our tongues and I pleaded with The Saints to give me strength, but they all condemned me to Hell.
Damnation felt like heaven when he pulled the rosary around my neck, and I wanted to take him in me like the body and blood of Christ.
The holy communion never tasted as righteous as him and I pleaded for the last time,
“forgive me Father, for I have sinned”
but even Jesus knew I couldn’t be saved.
He bent me over church pews and asked if I wanted to feel salvation, so I got down on my praying knees, and begged him to make me unholy.