Camelot breathes out, blue smoke swirling into the air and into the face of a rather annoyed looking Key. Camelot leans in, eyes hazy.

“I’d worship you,”

He knew these were dangerous words by the way Keys eyes flashed. If dying by the other boys hands is the way he goes then he’s okay with that. Camelot pauses again to take a drag, lazily blowing the smoke from his nose

“Like the god you are.”

Key snatches the blunt from his mouth and throws it to the ground of their ride, smothering the rest of its life with the bottom of his shoe. Camelot looks at it, slightly amused.

“Start by quitting. If you go cold turkey from this moment forward maybe I’ll reward you.”

Camelot shifts his golden eyes to Keys, a devilish smile forming on his lips. To him, this was just a game.

“As you wish”

The caress wheel halts again, leaving them at the top. They can see the carnival from their vantage point, the entire cornfield glowing gold and red.

For someone who just got called a god (and rather liked it), Key was feeling the lesser of the pair. Thanks to his date, the pod they were in was filled with a bluish smoke. It made Camelot seem otherworldly. He’s always been more vibrant, his craving for pleasure driving him to live fast and reckless.

Key looks away as Camelot turns back from looking outside. He lays his head in Keys lap, reaching up to trace a pale finger across his jaw.

“After this let’s go get cotton candy, my lord”

Key huffs and shoves Camelot off his lap.

Maybe it’s possible they both worship each other.