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sintsgi · 5 years

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@luxtricks said : he's content where he is, kneeling on the floor between her legs, leaving shadowess to grasp at couch, hair, whatever she'd like. languid and slow were sultry kisses and bites lain to her thighs, all the while hands on hips press near - bruising pressure. he's always been patient, despite daredevil ways, sometimes infuriatingly so. and a rotten tease too. nails scratched into blake's hips, fox's lips remained mere inches from where she wanted them. smirk against inner thigh. "beg, pretty girl."

this is the first time blake doesn ‘ t have anything solid to hold on to , to curl into with fingers &. tug like she would with the billowy fabrics of bedsheets to the point where crystalline claw marks could be seen should anyone take a closer look. it ‘ s torture to put it lightly. the only thing she can grab are couch fabrics , but even then there ‘ s really nothing there to bunch up &. distract shattered china psyche from the onslaught fox so slyly plans without a single care in the world. arch of elegant spine against backing , tilting of midnight crown &. expelling of airy breath the moment vulpes graces flesh with his touch , breathes hot air ‘ gainst fair pallor to the point of static sensation along her entirety. he ‘ s always had this awful effect on her , hasn ‘ t he ? leaving her breathless whilst spoiling her in ways blake has never truly known until now , turning her mind into something akin to warm sugar with every touch &. gesture he sends her way. it ‘ s cruel , really. because fox knows blake will become utterly helpless &. weak for him over &. over again , how she ‘ ll crumble at his request without fail , boosting his ego to a level higher than it already is. but in the back of mind lingers a list of all the things nightshade adores about the cunning hunter , &. this is just one of many sitting so pretty there. belladonna would never tell him that , though. she ‘ s sure he already knows it by now.

pitiful whimper bubbles betwixt lush tiers , oozing from lower lip something honeyed &. decadently sweet the very moment deft digits dig into flesh , exhale prompted from fanged enamel laying holy prayer to the altar he ‘ s sworn to live true. here is your altar , now worship. a sound parroting the syllable of beloved ‘ s name tumbles off tongue like stardust , heart - shaped hips bucking up &. thighs struggling to stay open &. not tighten around wild strands of crimson. not that fox would mind , but blake on the other hand . . . she ‘ s driven by her own stubbornness , her own desires to not give in despite desperately wanting to so badly. it ‘ s painful. sharpened fang nibbles ‘ pon fat of bottom lip , blue - gold hue ( albeit half - lidded &. glazed over in a thick layer of lust ) averting stare down at boy trickster with utmost want twinkling in the ethereal irises. ❝ f - fox . . . please don ‘ t — tease me like that. ❞ whimper , pant. a sharp exhale of shaky breath before plum lacquered fingers come to weave &. tug in messy strands as though one of her nine lives would be sacrificed if she didn ‘ t. this is what she gets for falling in love with him , frustrating allure &. cunning charm &. all. he ‘ s already so close , &. blake is already so embarrassingly wet ; what more is there to possibly beg for when the obvious is right there ? ❝ mn . . . you know how badly i want you , trickster . . . i don ‘ t think i can wait any longer. ❞ pretty please with a cherry on top ?

#ans.#spicy text.#: )#luxtricks

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vulpesd · 5 years

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her aura is quiet , solemn just like the way blake now carries herself as she slots to fox’s side &. hides expressionism on shoulder. she should be used to nightmares by now , but sometimes it creeps up on her like a looming cloud. ❛ ... i’m fine , just ... bad memories. i don’t like thinking about it. ❜

@kintsgi : unscripted.

mystery had never attracted vulpes in the same way nightshade did, the subtle allure similar to her namesake, muted fragrance the harbinger of a fate both noxious and deadly. once upon a time everything about her had silently screamed that she was a force to be reckoned with, from the way thorny tendrils would ensnare her throat and strangle each melodic vocal into a stifling miasma, to the ephemeral quality of her nature. she’d been there one moment, and gone the next, with only the lingering presence of aura - swathed footsteps to hint at existence, airy and wispy, smoke blown away as easily as dying grimm. maybe that was what had drawn fox in initially, the danger of it, tempting an innate reckless he constantly tried to smother. her soul had been shrouded from a vibrancy which shone like moonlight, and it had been that which urged him on, to press a little too insistently for his taste. never had fox remained where he knew he wasn’t wanted, but it had been different with her. trickster had always known her ire was not with him. the fragments of her soul, her aura, had made that clear from the very beginning. hers had never been thoughts vulpes was entitled to, but now that they were in closer grasp, the temptation to reach out and skim over the secrets of her heart using but semblance alone had vanished.

sleepy synapses reacted to how shadowess fit against him instinctively, felt more than anything the way she moulded herself to the way his body lie as if trying to hide there. though he responded lethargically, the absent mumble of his voice still thick with sleep, he moved easily to lie on his back with a strong, reassuring arm around her waist to pull her closer. ‘ then don’t. ’ he sighed simply, as if brushing aside trauma had always been that easy. to fox it had been. he had always been very good at accepting the feelings which scared him most. scarred lips pressed to the crown of midnight gossamer, breathing in the calming scent of lavender. it was out of place here in the desert, but then again fox would be able to pick blake out of a thundering cacophony of people, or the vast reaches of a mystic forest like forever fall. the hand at her waist soothed up and down the fabric there, giving into the urge to comfort turbulent thoughts.

fox’s voice had always had the gritty, sleep - like quality from lack of use, but sounded even more addled now, touched by sandman’s veil with only half his mind in waking world. yet he lingered there for her. the subtle shift of scruffy jawline atop her head the only indication he was still awake. ‘ y’know, i have no idea what the sea is like. ’ the murmur came out of nowhere, fox latching onto the closest subconscious thought. ‘ lost my sight at three, and by then even getting into an oasis was terrifying. ’ vocals he adopted were still tranquil almost, calm, rattling off fears with the placid tonality of a grocery list. ‘ couldn’t — ’ he stifled a yawn. ‘ — couldn’t orient myself. couldn’t see, or hear, or feel anything in the water. couldn’t do anything to save myself, but even still i’ve always been fascinated with the ocean. ’ that was just so fox though, fascinated with what could kill him, enchanted with the mystery of something deadly and wild, with the duality of gentle rocking waves and tsunamis that, under pull of moonlight, could drown everything in their wake. he didn’t know whether her nightmares felt anything like what he felt in water, but he hadn’t been trying to make any connection. what fox tried was to soothe, and when he couldn’t do that, he’d distract. ‘ there’s a memory that’s stuck with me of a traveler who tried to describe it to me. he said it was like the sky at night time, just as vast, mirrored the moon and all the stars but you could touch it, feel it with your hands even if the water would slip right through your fingers. ’

he didn’t mean to send the thought, too sleepy to regulate pulse of aura that sometimes made the undercurrent of fox’s mind audible — that which was true, and unadulterated and honest, especially in the hours before waking dawn.

you’re my ocean.

something that he’d never seen, but could smell, and hear, and touch. someone who made him feel foreign, frightening things and yet still drew him in anyway.

‘ tell me what it’s like. ’

let me help you take your mind off what you fear.

vulpes held the suggestion of laughter in his vocals, of warmth and sunshine on breathy tonality to wash away that which had plagued her sleep - addled thoughts, brush them aside with trivialities no matter how small.

‘ i’ve never had sushi before, but i’d take fish over eating more fried crevice worms any day — ’

#kintsgi #kintsgi : speak to me with darkness. it too is a language.#i cannot tell you how close i was to making fox talk about pufferfish #this is all over the place but idk what consistency or structure is

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becomestorm · 5 years

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❛ where is it again ? ❜ that dreaded little dipper , she means. the stars have always caught umbra like’s attention , but eventually everything just seems to blend together.

@oncefled.

shadowess meant to merely blend into the darkness, and yet on nights such as these her quiet cadence and the wonder in her eyes shone more brightly than the moon. that made sense, didn’t it ? that beings of celestial intent would thrive in the throes of night ? in these instances of stargazing, she’d been more open than they ever saw her during the daytime, or at least, it seemed that way to ren. they’d be lying if they said it didn’t make them feel nice, to be privy to a side of her that wasn’t so meticulously guarded. they never wanted to pry or read into her so thoroughly, lest their bleeding semblance pick up on something it shouldn’t, but they wouldn’t deny this curiosity. that she could find any fascination in them was but a second thought. the stars however, told eons upon eons of stories, and ren could help just that little bit in deciphering what humans had made of them.

dragon inched closer, but not uncomfortably so, gaze fixated towards constellation so she might lean in and catch the alignment of their arm pointed towards the heavens. describing one formation in in an avid sea of star shine was a difficult feat. it had taken them a little longer to find it than they would have liked. valean constellations were far different from the ones seen in mistral, but they’d spent enough time here to memorise a few that came out on clear nights such as this. ‘ they are so much harder to see from here than in the mountains. ’ light pollution meant safety, yes, but in all their travels the wonders of the world lie far beyond the reaches of that which was familiar and comforting. that included a sky lit up as brightly as the lights which robbed them of it. ren’s voice was soft, a raspy timbre as they leant back from where they sat, magenta hue faced skyward. ‘ i don’t like being in the city this long. ’

#oncefled #ans.#:)

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ephmrele · 5 years

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@leszard asked: "i didn't wanna be another person you toured the world with and left behind," she murmurs, eyes distant. "it felt like i had become just another one of your summer flings, yknow?"

her body constricted, pulling muscles taught into a tight little ball, bringing knees up to chest and resting her chin on them. the movement was familiar, spent so long in this pose when processing through her trauma and grief. it was instinctual to make herself as small as possible, easier than that to meld into the darkness that composed shadowess’ form. her hands rose up to weave into her hair, grasping the midnight curls and tightening their hold, hoping the pain would ground her into thinking properly. she thought that it would be fine once this was over with. adam had run away and the remaining white fang now saw him for the coward he was. things were supposed to be better, but even now she couldn’t brush of that which made her volatile and paranoid. she hadn’t paid for her crimes, she hadn’t paid for the trail of heartbreak she left behind. all she’d cared about was her own sanity and even then it slipped away from her piece by reckless piece.

when blake caught her voice it was ragged and worn, trembly like she was forcing herself not to cry. ‘ i wouldn’t have done that if you’d told me. ’ she didn’t feel like she needed to clarify ; had ilia chosen to reveal her affections, their sequence of events might have turned out a whole lot differently. ‘ you can’t keep holding what i didn’t know against me. ’ felid was afraid to look at her now, memories transported back to her time in their troupe. bad memories full of bad decisions. there had been no end to the bloodshed, the murder, the transformation into the part of herself blake despised. she wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, because despite how far she’d come, paranoia held blake’s neck in a vice grip and refused to let go. she still had so much work to do in order to atone. ‘ did you think about me the same way the rest of the troupe did too ? did you believe i was sleeping my way up the ranks because they all believed my papa was incompetent ? ’

amber eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line to stop them from wobbling. she stared off into the distance the same way ilia did, internally screaming that she shouldn’t have been pulling apart one of the best things that had come out of all the heartache menagerie wrought. there had been merit to what the members of the white fang said while they thought she couldn’t hear, or even when she could. blake’s ideals had been flimsy. she wanted equality and peace, but had turned her back on that notion when her parents left. after that, she’d turned her back on the notion of equality through force when it was made clear adam didn’t love her like she’d once wanted him to. those summer flings had been momentary escapes, but in the end it just added onto her unreliable persona. they believed her a cunning and manipulative beauty who could sway the hearts of those she touched with but a flutter of her eyelashes. maybe it would have made her life easier if it was.

blake brought a hand to her mouth, face scrunching up in pain when she realised the accusation that had passed her. ilia had been the only one that didn’t isolate her, how could blake even entertain the thought ?

stop fucking up.

‘ they ... ’ the flings. ‘ ... made me feel less disgusted in myself, at least for a little while. i’m sorry i was too obtuse to see they were hurting you. ’

#leszard #tauradonna implication.#ans.#v — vi limbo.#hnn

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