Leaving the World for WIP Wednesday!

He wanted Holth, who would explain everything and be a secure clasp at his side; he wanted free of this box and his bonds and the flames; he wanted a surcease of the incessant noise that would never let his mind and heart so much as try to find a place of calm. His mind reached out, but without the bond of blood offered and shared, there was no path to find Holth there either. Seth’s throat ached and his body screamed and always his mind was trapped in the spiky pressures of the humans’ voices, the screams of this world.

† seth et holth vhs scans by me

ive been thinking abt them

hi, i added english subtitles to hide and Tusk's short art film, "Seth et Holth"! deciphering certain kanji was a struggle due to the poor quality of the video, so if anyone has a better copy of the film and would be able to share it with me, i'll be forever in your debt! ♥

(also, if you haven't seen it before, check out the video description for some content warnings)

edit: reposted with improved subtitles and a better quality!

Seth et Holth aka fucked up, deep but an amazing thing to interpret.

Leaving the World

Written for my @gywo It's a CAT-ASTROPHE! prompt 'imprisonment'.

Also, written for the most batshit movie (45 minutes) I have ever seen.

M; 1.2k Seth/Holth

Though lost in the screaming noise of the human world he had begun to despair of it ever coming to pass, Seth has wanted nothing more since he and Holth were cast out, thrown to this abominable world, than to return home; for his lover at his side as they might be welcomed back to silent, shared eternity.

[redacted] and Leaving the World for the WIP Game this week please? :D

Sentences added to [redacted] and some of the very final ones for Leaving the World!

Holth wrapped an arm around him, cheek pressed to his, tongue sliding along his cheekbone, and Seth felt light and dizzy, whole again, as Holth’s blood spread over his tongue and the endless poise of entropy once more enfolded them. Holth’s mind lit through his own, unrepentant and joyous, and Seth smiled as he returned the embrace, lost with no need to turn to anything save one another, and offered his own blood and reproof in return. Holth grinned, dark eyes wicked, and didn’t bow before it, but Seth had expected that; nothing, he thought as he pressed his tongue to Holth’s throat, the heavy throb of his pulse under the spill of his own blood, would change Holth - not even life and death dragged through another world.

Happy WIP Wednesday, may I request some Leaving the World?

Tears mingled with panting breaths and Seth wanted nothing more than the touch of Holth’s hand, the rich tang of Holth’s blood on his tongue and spiky, restless mind in his own. There was pain, as the fire burned brighter, deeper, but it paled to the aching absence in his hands and his mind, the scrabbling of noise at his skull. Seth could barely struggle any longer, when a brush of something that was not flame nor human hands, something not of this world, skimmed over his face; the segmented toes of a great beetle.

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Nothing they had done, no questions asked and no boundaries walked, could have deserved this, surely, Seth thought, wretched grief and longing tearing at his chest. Holth had always wondered, pried at the edges of reality and curiosity, and Seth could not but follow him, even when he barely understood his lover’s questions. He never would have thought they could be sent here.

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All but tossed down with a clatter that pained Seth’s skull anew, the humans abandoned them eventually, still bound into the coffins, but no longer so assaulted by their voices, their hands, their presence. The only sound remaining was an unfamiliar soft sound like feathers ruffling, coming from all sides, somewhere outside the bounds of his coffin. Then it began again, human voices raised in high, loud calls, rhythmic and building, the greater distance hardly easing the raw feeling in Seth’s head, his body, as it surrounded him.

Leaving the World please!

The only solid and steady thing in this world, as wild as he had always been, and Seth longed painfully for Holth, the distance between them more agonising even than- The humans abandoned them eventually, still bound into the coffins, and the only sound remaining was an unfamiliar feathery ruffle. Seth might have whined again as he twisted and thrashed against the wood, against the chains, struggling, or perhaps he could still hear Holth - he could not be far away - but the noise was tangling up his thoughts, making it impossible to reason.

Leaving the World for the WIP Game please! Glad to see you back!!

Thankies! Hopefully I'll keep having some non-redacted things to work on in May and I can stick around again!

It was their world around them once more. Disbelief tangled and warred with joy, and Seth looked to his lover, clinging to his hand. He pulled in answer and Seth went to him with a smile, nosing Holth’s face, then dragging his tongue up it, nudging closer still.

Dreaming in daylight, drowning in darkness for wip wednesday

More poetry work and lines added to D4, thank you! Also some Leaving the World for shareable sentences:

Holth’s hand caught his own, twining tight, and Seth didn’t need his blood to know his shock, his relief. It mirrored Seth’s own. They were-