#[ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ] ── * VERSE ( 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 )

[bhaalswn-arch]

[ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ] ── * VERSE ( 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 )

Alkas Caedes. ( Latin for Slaughter. ) Born in the Caedes Patriar-family. Kidnapped when they were a baby. They live in the Upper City. In a beauteous manor that held dark secrets. They held up certain family traditions. Bhaalspawns completing their ceremonies. However, there was only a few nowadays. And fewer by the day. The Caedes has been there for centuries to the point where no one remembers how they started. Bhaal himself has crafted a child from his flesh. Born from a woman who would be later killed by her own child.

You've lived in this manor for too long, that you've become self-aware of the proverbial noose around your neck. The confirmation that your Father owns you and makes the decisions for you. You're the Chosen. You remain on a diet preferably for someone like Bhaal himself. Meat. ( And not the usual kind that you are thinking of. ) How love is merely bloodied hearts. How every meal is seasoned for you adorned with vegetables and the like.

And soon, your day will come. A suitable person to be paired with you, and the family old tradition will begin. You were planned to be wed.

The old family tradition can either be two things: one of them is to be slaughtered by Alkas. To soak in the blood of his beloved. The husband/wife themselves succumbed to certain things. ( It depends, I'm still currently thinking/planning it out. ) Or two, which is something that Irenicus had done. Which gain the power of The Slayer. But what if you could in theory transform into a Bhaalspawn? So that's the other option. )

[bhaalswn-arch]

⛓

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter. ( ACCEPTING )

Moonridge. Ozus Moonridge. The marriage was set in stone, or preferably written in papers. Was this happening for the family? You do not know. You don't know Ozus' intentions. You eventually meet them after your meal. Your butler proud of what he made for you. But you bring no attention to it. You eat what you have to eat. Even though you wish you could eat something different. Something sweet. But you don't get what you want, you only do what it asked of you. To do this and that in the name of Bhaal, your Father.

But you wonder, as you see them entering the manor. What are your intentions? You think, squinting at Ozus. What do you want from this family? Money? Happiness? You won't get the latter, you thought again. Standing in front of the other now, you extend your hand for a handshake. "It's a pleasure to match the name to a face now. Alkas Caedes."

[bhaalswn-arch]

Plus speaking of the arranged marriage verse. During the wedding, you'll see Alkas wear a veil. Similar to what Bhaalists wear. The blackest of night. Draped over his face to appear empty to the observer even to the husband/wife.

[bhaalswn-arch]

"this made me think of you when i saw it."

PROMPTS FOR PLAYFUL AFFECTION. ( ACCEPTING )

Another flower, and you weren't so hesitant to take it this time. You grab the stem between your forefinger and thumb, casually twirling it around a little before looking back at Cassian. You rarely stopped by to smell the roses, figuratively and literally. Flowers around here wither faster. Your father care not for flowers or anything pretty. The god of murder only cares for blood being spilled, as gods do not bleed. But you weren't like Him. You smile, even if it was crooked. You do your best to emulate what a smile is, and you've been smiling for some time. More genuine, less sinister. "I hope this one survives."

[bhaalswn-arch]

" if you were mine I would bring you flowers and 'handle' anyone who upset you."

" if you were mine I would ... " finish it in my askbox ! ( ACCEPTING )

"You're romantic and homicidal, and that is what I can appreciate in a man like you. But... as long as you let me "handle" it with you. I admit, I am still getting used to the concept of flowers. Shame that they wither up eventually."

[bhaalswn-arch]

❛ you make the prettiest sounds . ❜ // for the arranged marriage verse >:3

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬. ( ACCEPTING )

Your ears are flushed, and your hand is currently pressed over against your own mouth. "Fuck off." You retort softly, no heat attached to your tone. Such compliments are unfamiliar, but not in this context. You're no stranger to certain passionate nights nor strange delights in the dead of night. But the word that describes you in a way is, nonetheless, unfamiliar, like a stranger you'll never see again. ( A face you'll see in the crowd, and then it's gone; disappeared. ) You shut your eyes, your teeth dragging over your bottom lip. You catch it, pull it a little then release as another breath-like moan escapes, shuddering out.

You feel his fingers working in you, knuckle-deep. You gulp, looking over your shoulder. You suck in a sharp breath as you stare at the scene. You almost moan, eyelids fluttering closed again. "Fuck." You gasp, a slightly trembling hand now grasping at the sheets.

[bhaalswn-arch]

😍😍😍 cassian is his husband's biggest simp

Send 😍 if your muse finds mine ATTRACTIVE. ( ACCEPTING )

"That does not surprise me one bit." But it's something to get used too. You rarely speak about this to anyone let alone your butler. That you can be seen as attractive and vile, not one or the other; you can be both. It is a shame however that you'll end up killing your husband one day. But you do not tell him this. You keep that shame locked inside of you, frozen in your throat. Attractiveness, huh. You mused to yourself, a hand on your face as you imagine the possibility of attractiveness. "How attractive am I? C'mon, indulge me."

[bhaalswn-arch]

🤞

Send 🤞 to grasp my muses chin. ( ACCEPTING )

"Do you want me to bite your fingers off?——" You said, no heat to your words; it was the opposite, you said it almost so lovingly that it was almost sickening. Marriage really did something to you, huh. Cassian has you by the chin, and you are now looking up at him. "Because I happily will. Soft. Or if you dare put that thumb in your mouth, well, I'll make sure you'll keep it."

[bhaalswn-arch]

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! ( ACCEPTING )

Blood makes you feel sated; all over your skin, sinking into your pores. Even your butler makes special arrangements for you to bathe in blood. It makes such urges quiet in your head. Sweet stillness. No murderous needs, just frequent yearning. You look over at the other, smiling a little. "Shame this bath isn't enough for the two of us, or I'll happily invite you to join me." Candles were lit, a sweet fragrance in the surrounding air. You breathe in slowly to enjoy it. You sigh, your tone profound. This bath is no way intended to clean you. It cleans the thoughts inside of you. Settles you. "But I can happily splash some at you."

[bhaalswn-arch]

(For the arranged marriage) Cassian glared from where he stood. He told himself this was only because he was bound to protect the other. Oh, but that was HIS husband, and he was going to be damned if someone else stood there and flirted with him.

Taking a few steps closer, he wrapped an arm around Alkas' shoulders. Not hiding the dagger that he had pulled out in his other hand. "Hope you don't mind me interrupting."

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this? ( ACCEPTING )

There may be a ring on your finger; one bound to another in matrimony, so you never thought that the possessiveness was mutual. The stranger was attempting to flirt, and you were rolling your eyes, yet there are some traces of amusement. There's some effort. Did the other see the ring or acted oblivious? Hells. It was probably the header. Like, yes, they saw the ring and chose to ignore the signs.

Then Cassian turns up with a dagger in one hand, and the other now on his shoulder. You stare, eyes comedically wide. It's an obvious sign that you weren't expecting that. That level of possessiveness and boldness. Your thoughts became almost tainted at the thought of Cassian killing the stranger because of you. It almost sounded nice, but wrong. You reach out and grab Cassian's hand. "Sorry about my husband." But fuck. It was hot, and wrong, but hot nonetheless. "He can get a little mean. Come on. I'm done here anyway. Unless you want to stab the poor fucker?" / @remaimed

[bhaalswn-arch]

⛓ //Fuck it let's go

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter. ( ACCEPTING )

Your attention was on the hair, the reddest of reds, a beautiful deep red that makes you think of blood; the same blood that you spill every tenday. Speechless you were. Where did your Father find him? ( And what was your Father's end goal? It wasn't going to be pleasant. ) You don't know the full details. You know you were approved of an arranged marriage, as you were his favourite child. A pure breed of a Bhaalspawn.

You're nervous at being married. But you can't act against Bhaal's wishes. You're a mere puppet, and your strings are being pulled. You can't bare to even cut them to be free from this. You're a killer. A tainted angel as your Butler prefers to call you. You finally look at him, remembering his name: Raserei. And fuck. He is tall. Taller than you. Your eyebrows narrowed.

"I'd hope you would be shorter, though I suppose I shouldn't complain if you're going to be my... future husband."

[bhaalswn-arch]

❝ The descriptions I heard did not do justice to your beauty. ❞

ARRANGED MARRIAGE SENTENCE STARTERS 2.0. ( ACCEPTING )

You had to laugh at that. "What, did you hear the rumours? Like the Boy who cried Beholder? Going with fairytales? I suppose it's a reasonable lesson. Pleasure to finally meet you." The tips of your half-elven ears go red. You're not used to the word: Beauty/Beautiful. It's very uncommon to the point where compliments like that are unheard of. ( You're vile, you're rotten; nothing about you is beautiful. ) "Alkas Caedes, as you probably heard with your descriptions." You reach out, extending your hand out to Astarion as you've heard much about him. Well, you've heard to an extent.

"I do hope you know what you're getting into, yes?" Bhaal wanted this. Bhaal was pulling strings, along with his devotees; his Bhaalists, and you. His favourite child.

[bhaalswn-arch]

⛓

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter. ( ACCEPTING )

You are the acclaimed cursed prince, or as the rumours have said. Some were true to some extent. You were sort of cursed. You felt cursed considering your birthright. They know what you are. It's no longer hidden, and it hasn't been hidden for years now. You were to be wed to a Larkspur. Your father had sickening plans. To claim more land and people. He did not care for the politics in the end. He cared for the slaughter. The Grand Slaughter. Only fitting for Bhaal. A man so deeply hungry for blood that Bhaal will remain gluttonous, greedy and lustful.

Bhaal wants the throne, and Larkspur has claimed power. She has claimed the throne. If Bhaal wants it then you want it. He beckons you in his dreams. Finalizing the decision.

Your butler has arranged the party. Your blood kin begrudgingly coming along as Orin stands there. You know she's not happy. She wanted the power. To dethrone Larkspur and her family. Claim a kingdom and swim it in an ocean of blood.

You soon see her, and approach her as you redirect her away from the party to somewhere private as you noticed she looked scared. Even though you noticed that she's trying not to appear like so. "You've been staring at me as if I'm going to eat you."

[bhaalswn-arch]

“ ⛓ ”

IM ALL ABOUT THIS

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter. ( ACCEPTING )

It seemed reasonable for two fathers to arrange something for their children. And you're meeting him for the first time. Sylvn. Your hands are slick with blood, but your butler is already cleaning them for you before he sees someone like you. You murmur a thank you before descending the stairs, down to the main hall where you see him. A face like that made your heart skip. Holyfuckingshit. You keep it together as you curl your fingers into your palm to form a fist. Then you step closer.

This is the man you're going to marry.

"Hello there, I believe you already know who I am, right?"

[bhaalswn-arch]

⛓

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter. ( ACCEPTING )

You were prepared for this. Well, that was a lie. You weren't entirely prepared for an arranged marriage. But you had no say in the matter. Yet you did indeed prepare yourself for who it happened to be. Cassian, a Tiefling. Yet you did not factor in his height. Because now you're standing in front of him and you're speechless. 6'7'' vs 5'8''. You can't help but stare now, and your mind is imagining certain scenarios. Nope! You mentally shake your head before smiling more politely. Better to smile that crooked smile than frown, knowing what will eventually happen to Cassian. If only the poor soul knew what he was getting into.

"Damn, you're so fuckin' tall." You mutter, then you bite at your bottom lip. "Sorry, your entire height had thrown me off guard." Then a question is on the tip of your tongue. "Why are you doing this? I mean, marriage is a serious thing. Is it for personal reasons? Family?"

[bhaalswn-arch]

❝ You seem disappointed… I may not be as good-looking as you expected, but I shall never treat you unkindly. ❞ // arranged marriage au, for Mal. MAY AS WELL CAUSE YANNO STRANGERS--- @malerakas

ARRANGED MARRIAGE SENTENCE STARTERS 2.0 ( ACCEPTING )

It's not about the appearance, not that you cared much about someone's appearance. And it's not like you had a choice in the matter. You had no say in the matter neither. You were the favourite child; one with a promising, atrocious future. ( They say atrocious like it's a good thing. Their fingers weaving and manipulating your mind with certain terms. But you're used to it. You're nothing but atrocious and vile. ) This arranged marriage meant one thing and one thing only: a certain family tradition. The death of the beloved with different vows and a different altar in the near future.

But no, you were disappointed from the start, from the moment your butler announced your own wedding, the disappointment of it all simply settled in, in a small crevice of your mind. Settled like dust only to be disturbed by this stranger. So the disappointment is back, visible to the eye, visible to this person who will have your hand in marriage. "Is that your assumption? That I hope to marry someone handsome, or pretty, or beautiful? Then you must see me as quite the asshole. But you're mistaken, or naive to think that's why I'm disappointed. I do not care if you treat me with unkindness, as I will not for a moment tolerate such." You step forward, grinning. "Because I've burnt those who try too. I have quite the hand in magic." You slap Mal's shoulder playfully. "But tell me, why are you marrying someone like me? I'm certain it is about politics. To step up into power, that sort of thing. I know the Caedes' influence in Manorborn, or the money we have. So what is it?"