#v: illusory wanderer

[chickenparm]

Reprieve (Diluc/f!Reader)

for @illusory-torrent from this tweet they provided :^)

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Diluc comes to you for a bit of solace. You're more than happy to provide.

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Diluc/f!Reader 3,014 Words - NSFW (Mild pining, P in V, Blowjobs, Love Confessions, Fluff)

There are plenty of positives to living in the countryside of Mondstadt. Privacy is one, the wide open spaces another, and you can’t help but think this is what Barbatos meant when he preached the virtues of freedom. 

The few downsides consist of the trek into the city to restock supplies that can’t be created by your own hands, the occasional hilichurl that wanders too close, and Diluc Ragnvindr’s griping when he shows up about how he wishes you’d just move closer to the city so he can keep you safe. 

Diluc shows up more often than you think is probably acceptable. He’s a busy man, between the Angel’s Share and Dawn Winery. Not to mention the things you know he gets up to at night, even if he skirts around the subject when you try to bring it up. You’re not stupid, but you let it go all the same. 

From the time he was a child, Diluc has always been such a worrier. He hides it better these days, coming up with a thousand excuses as to why you perhaps have a little more provisions snuck into your cart on your way out of the city, or why a commissioned builder showed up with a cart of supplies and instructions to repair the fences on your property. 

Despite his worrying, you worry too. 

There are times when he shows up where he looks worse for the wear. Dark circles beneath his eyes, his shoulders rigid in an attempt to hide how he desperately wants to slump under the weight of what he carries silently, a bruise blooming along his cheek or up his shoulder that couldn’t have come from anything but a blunt object slamming into him. 

If you’re a little softer with him on these days, a little more insistent that he stay a little longer and sit by your hearth while you force him to eat something, neither of you mention it out loud. You just know, you just understand, that Diluc’s visit isn’t just due to an obligation as a lifelong friend to ensure your wellbeing. Maybe for a little while, he’d like to be worried over and cared for, just a little.

So, when he pushes the door of your home open without knocking and leans heavily on the door frame, you understand that this visit is for his sake entirely, not just your own. 

Abandoning the ladle in the pot of soup you plan to eat off of for the next few days, you cross the room to slide an arm around his shoulders and encourage him to let you bear some of the weight of his exhausted bones. The questions don’t come until you’ve sat him on the bed of your single-room home, your fingers working at the buttons of his thick, fur-lined coat. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened to you, or are you going to leave me to guess again?”

Diluc lets out a breath, one that could be amusement if you weren’t looking at his face to see the way his brows pinch together in frustration. Not at you, per se, just in general. That’s a clear denial of him telling you about it, and you can’t help but note that it’s inherently selfish of him to come to your home and silently ask for your care without providing you the reason it’s needed.

Or, maybe there’s just no reason for it at all. Diluc presses a gloved palm to his forehead as you take his coat to hang up near the door, and finally gives you some sort of answer. “There’s nothing to guess at. I just wanted to see you, that’s all.”

“Well, stay and look as long as you like, then.” The smile you give him over your shoulder is filled with all the happiness you can muster when he’s sitting in your home looking positively wilted like this. It’s nice to have him here, to know he’s within arm’s reach where you can force him to just stop for a little while. 

As long as he’s under your roof, you can coerce him to be a little less hard on himself. 

“Get your boots off and you can lay down until dinner is ready.” You tell him, wandering over to the kitchen where you keep the drinking water, pouring a cup for him without asking if he’d like it. You’ve learned quickly over the years that if you ask to take care of him, he’ll stubbornly say no - you just have to do it. 

The bed creaks with the shifting of his weight. He doesn’t lay down, but he does shift so he can sit back against the rough wooden headboard and let his eyes slip closed when he thinks you’re not looking. Your first step toward him brings him back to life, but he doesn’t look any more spritely as you grow closer and hold the cup out to him. 

“Are you injured?”

A single sound of laughter leaves him, echoing against the water in the cup as he takes a drink, amplifying the sound. When he lowers it back to his lap, his answer is rather cryptic. “Not physically, at least. I’ll be fine, I just… needed some time away.”

From everything, you assume, but he doesn’t elaborate. Turning back to the soup pot on the hearth, you stir it a few more times before testing the tenderness of the ingredients and deciding it’s done enough for the two of you to eat now. 

Doling out a bowl for him, making sure he gets more potatoes than any other vegetable as per his preference, you ask tentatively, “Will you stay the evening?”

“And more, if you’ll have me.” Diluc accepts it, and neither of you note the way his hands tremble under the weight. What has he been doing that has him so exhausted, you wonder. Weinleisefest is coming soon, that might be it, you suppose.

The bed grumbles in protest as you sit on the edge of it near him, picking through your own meal in comfortable silence. The sun bleeds in through the window in deep golds, hanging low enough that the crickets start to chirp. With the windows open to allow a breeze through, a single firefly meanders into the room, blinking lazily as your eyes follow it. 

You’re distracted enough that you don’t notice Diluc setting his bowl to the side, and barely register him taking yours as well to stack them neatly on the small table within arm’s reach of the bed. Only when he sits back again does his tongue dart out to wet his lips and his breath shake with uncharacteristic nerves as he murmurs, “Can I make a selfish request of you?”

“Is it really so selfish if you go out of your way alarmingly often to take care of me when you don’t have to?” You answer back, shifting to face him, one leg hanging off the bed as your other thigh presses against the length of his own. He’s warm beneath the fabric barriers separating you. He always has been, especially after receiving his vision. 

Diluc’s lips quirk up at your response, taking it for the positive affirmation that it so obviously is. “Let me linger for a while. Being with you is…” He trails off, jaw working as he tries to find the right word. You’re patient enough, letting him sort through his thoughts that seem awfully muddled. 

A few heartbeats pass, ones that you can feel in your fingertips, as you reach for his hands and begin carefully removing his gloves. When the two articles are put to the side, his hands reach out for one of your own, holding it securely within warm palms that hold calluses that seem out of place on his put-together figure. Remnants of his activities after dark that he refuses to acknowledge.

“Being with you is my only reprieve.”

“From…?”

Diluc squeezes your fingers, the red of his eyes glowing in the light of the setting sun that continues to encroach from the window above the bed. “Everything. Give me a few days of peace in your arms - I need it. I’m… ragged, worn… exhausted. After that, I can face the world.”

“In my arms, hm?” You shift closer, enough that you could pull him to you if you wanted - but not yet. Instead, you savor his hands squeezing yours before you remark, “You’re right, that is rather selfish. For me, that is. Of all the gifts you’ve given me, I think that would be my favorite.”

“You would see my presence as a gift, not a burden?”

Diluc’s chin is soft as you lean in and curl your fingers around it, your thumb brushing against the sensitive skin there. “I always have, Diluc. You’re more precious to me than anything you’ve given to me over the years.”

The only burden is my need to hide my feelings, you want to say, but the words die on your tongue. Diluc’s eyes flutter shut, head tilting to press his chin further toward your touch, and you cave fully to give him what he’s asked for. Climbing into his lap, you use your arms around his torso to tug him close until his nose buries in your neck and he greedily inhales for a moment.

Instantly, he relaxes against you, his hands at the small of your back pressing flat against your skin, dipping beneath your shirt without any unnecessary warning. This is fine, this is enough. You would be happy if this is all he deigned to ask from you, despite a willingness to keep giving and giving. 

The thick locks of his hair twine easily around your fingers as you tug the tie loose. Against your collarbone, his voice rumbles in a sound of appreciation, something you’ve never quite heard before but it’s instantly addictive. Straddling his lap, you pull the two of you closer and rake your nails along his scalp until that little groan rises from beneath his breath into something unmistakable. 

As unmistakable as the pressure against your inner thigh, the feeling of his heartbeat throbbing through it as you press yourself harder against it and rock your hips forward. The fingers tracing along the skin of your lower back freeze, then dig into your skin in response to your movements. It’s neither an attempt to stop you, nor urge you on, but a silent acceptance of it. 

Diluc could stop you, but dampness collects on your skin as he breathes against your neck and simply waits for what you’ll do next. 

One hand slips easily from his hair as you trail it over his shoulder, down his chest, to the flat plane of his stomach that twitches instinctively. Against his ear, you murmur, “Let me take care of you, then.”

“Please.” 

Diluc’s hips lift, his hands leaving your body to work at the belts around his waist. Then, the button holding his pants closed so he can push the fabric down enough to free himself. Rather than take him in hand, you back off to kneel between his thighs and observe the way his hand wraps around the base and all but presents it to you. 

The word ‘pretty’ is an apt descriptor for him, even in this way, where he’s hard and impatient and looking at you through his lashes with unmistakable longing. Diluc is the kind of man that deserves the adoration you want to give him, even if he only truly accepts it in moments like this where he’s desperate for it. 

Reaching out, you trace your fingertips from the base where he holds himself to the tip where his arousal already beads in anticipation. Rather than smear it with your thumb, you look at him through your lashes and lean in to sweep it up with the very tip of your tongue, savoring the taste of his need for you. 

Immediately, his hips jolt in reaction to the phantom sensation of your tongue along his tip. His free hand tangles in the sheets next to his hip, the tendons of his arms straining as he so obviously avoids reaching out to make you move faster, to do more. This is you taking care of him in your own way, he’s well aware he’s meant to just accept it. 

Slowly, you begin your exploration of him, first letting him feel the full pressure of your tongue swirling against his tip before you let him past your lips. A ragged breath leaves him, his head lolling back against the headboard, but his eyes never leave you, as if he were afraid to miss even a single moment. Beneath your hand on his thigh, his muscles twitch with each slow bob of your head.

“...That’s it… You’re so - ngh-... beautiful. Please…”

Diluc has never been one to ramble or mince words, but his control is slipping with each drag of your tongue and squeeze of your fingers around the length you can’t take. Pride swells in you as he struggles to keep his composure and fails as his hips jerk up against your mouth. The taste of him blooms on your tongue as you lick long the ridge of his cock, enjoying every little sound he treats you with. 

The next sound he makes is disappointment as you pull away, your lips swollen and spit-slicked as you waste no time in working your pants down your hips. Even if you’re taking care of him, that doesn’t mean you can’t find physical enjoyment in this too. Surely he won’t complain, judging by the blown-out pupils of his eyes as he watches you straddle his lap once more. 

Skin against skin, his cock juts up against you as you hover above him with little teasing rocks of your hips. Your palm sweeps his bangs off his forehead to press a kiss to his brow, a quiet sh-sh-sh noise leaving your lips as you poise him at your entrance. 

No more teasing; you sink down onto him and watch with rapt attention as his brows furrow together, and his eyes clench shut. Another kiss, this time to his cheek, as you murmur, “Do I feel good?”

“Yes, you’re so-” Diluc cuts off, his breaths coming short as his hips struggle not to just buck up into you and chase his pleasure selfishly. If that’s what he wanted, you’d let him, but his self-imposed restriction makes heat burn through your gut. The desire, the respect for what you’re doing is far more arousing than anything else. 

Giving him only a moment to feel how he fills you completely, you roll your hips forward to slide him through your slick tightness, agonizingly slowly. His eyes fly open, lips parted as he lets out a drawn-out groan. Diluc’s trying to hold him still, doing his best it seems, but all he needs to do is just reach out and take control. Yet he doesn’t, foregoing the role of leading to let you make him feel this incredible at his own pace. 

Diluc stretches you so sweetly without even trying, like he was made to slot into you with perfection. Every moment drags his length against you in ways that have you trembling in his lap, and despite this being about your attempts to give him what he needs, his hands still find your thighs to press his thumbs in small, soothing circles. 

He’s too good to you, too sweet, and you lean in to kiss him fully with all your appreciation. All your love. If he hasn’t made sense of it before this point, surely the way you cling to him and ride his cock while murmuring praises in his ear should be enough to convince him of your endless affections. 

Blindly, you reach for his hands on your hips to twist your fingers together and brace yourself to move a little faster, a little harder. Adoration tinges his gaze as he looks at you, his knuckles growing white at the sensation of you clenching around him. Tentatively, his hips rise to meet you as you abandon the back-and-forth motions to lift up and down, taking him to the hilt each time with increasing reckless abandon. 

“I love- ah! I love you - please, please-”

Diluc’s desperation undoes you more than any physical feeling could. Clinging to his hands, your back arches and you grit out your pleasure through your teeth as he fucks up into you to chase his own, and to prolong yours. 

“So much-” Diluc tenses beneath you, using the leverage of your hands laced against his on your hips to pull you down tight. You can feel each throb of his release inside you, his hands grinding you as he moans your name openly and without shame. 

Shaking off one of your hands, he thumbs against your clit for only a moment before you bat his hand away with a hiss. His first attempt to take back the role of caring for you after all of this, but you don’t want that - not while you’re sensitive, not while he asked to find solace in you, not give it. 

The low rumble of his chuckle rolls through the room as he pulls you to him, your cheek against his sternum as he squeezes lazily against your curves. Diluc doesn’t stay hard inside you, but neither of you pull away so he can keep you within easy reach. 

Lifting your head, you struggle to find words before realizing there’s no point in needlessly filling the silence. Surely he knows what it is that you want to say, and the way he gazes at you now speaks volumes of his own appreciation, his own affection only spoken aloud in a moment of desire just seconds before. 

Diluc simply leans down for a kiss - slow, weighted, more descriptive than any flowery or eloquent words either of you could’ve come up with. Diluc can find as much peace as he’d like here; you hold it in abundance, solely for him.

[raytm]

AS  THE  PLANETS.

BOLD  always applies. italics  sometimes apply  /  are verse dependent. strikethrough  never applies.

i.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍. egotistical.     melted wax wings & fingers.     stretching sunburned skin.   the most generous soul.     blood in the fruit.     halos.     anger on fire.    high vitality.     thunderous laughter.     is pride really a sin?      halogenic aura. ii.   𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘. expansion of the mind.     silver—tongued.     an everlasting wanderer.     polyglot.     high dexterity.     handwritten letters.     innately critical.     en vogue.     eyes in the trees.     hidden libraries.     there’s always room for improvement. iii.    𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 . in love with strangers.     iridescent waters.     love potions for your mirror.     selfless devotion.     shattering crystal.     seafoam upon sand.     the golden ratio.     drowning in your own passion.         material value & high principles.      luring.     plush lips. iv.    𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.  fresh springs.     tree hugger.     we can start again tomorrow.     a blazing rainforest.     respects survival of the fittest.      nature’s adversity.     lazy bones.      constantly evolving.     flowers sprouting from wounds.     a granite altar.     fossilized remains. v.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.  illusory.      silver shimmer off the ocean.     secrets & gossip.     cycles of reincarnation.     a crybaby.     physically ethereal.      shared glances with a stranger.    cat eyes.     mistrusting their intuition.     fear is a prison.     ornate magic wands. vi.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.   healthy competition.    attraction & repulsion.     magma & rubies.     a blade being forged.    wrath,  wrath,  wrath.    malefic.     intense eye contact.     cannon fodder & fireworks.     blood floods.     copper taste on your tongue. vii.    𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.   red robes & a suit of armor.     beacon of stability.    leader by birth.     thunderbolts & lightning.     guilty but can’t stop.     secret rich kid.    golden touch,  golden tears.     innate optimist.     failure isn’t an option.  constantly reaching for more.     unfinished symphonies.

viii.    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. traditional.     overbearing energy.    a sculptor of reality.     this existence is a karmic one.     has a heart ;  it’s just way down deep.     law,  order,  & justice.     avoid all necessary risk.     the sound of shackles clanging.     sisyphus’ struggle.       grappling with the reality of time.     self—governing. ix.    𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒.  psychedelic funk music.     overflowing cups.     a rebellion with skin.      looking good in photo id.     oblivious but caring.     middle fingers in the air.     double rainbows.     icy diamond exterior.     holographic.     afraid of their own mediocrity.      pearlescent smoke. x.    𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄.   an elegy for the lost.      dissolving boundaries.     white horses.     the burden of mystical conditions.     deceptive.   escapism is their reality.     a polarizing entity.    artist’s soul.     paranoia.     searching for the unseen.     a siren’s swan song. xi.    𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎.    angel statues over graves.    power.     the cycle of necrosis.     transformative.    unfathomable depths.     an ivory tower toppling over.     screaming at the sky.    violets & irises.    eclipsed darkness.     speaks with their shadow.     sex,  death,  rebirth.

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[theircurse]

BOLD always applies. italics sometimes apply / are verse dependent. strikethrough never applies.

i. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍. egotistical. melted wax wings & fingers. stretching sunburned skin. the most generous soul. blood in the fruit. halos. anger on fire. high vitality. thunderous laughter. is pride really a sin? halogenic aura.

ii. 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘. expansion of the mind. silver—tongued. an everlasting wanderer. polyglot. high dexterity. handwritten letters. innately critical. en vogue. eyes in the trees. hidden libraries. there’s always room for improvement.

iii. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒. in love with strangers. iridescent waters. love potions for your mirror. selfless devotion. shattering crystal. seafoam upon sand. the golden ratio. drowning in your own passion. material value & high principles. luring. plush lips.

iv. 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇. fresh springs. tree hugger. we can start again tomorrow. a blazing rainforest. respects survival of the fittest. nature’s adversity. lazy bones. constantly evolving. flowers sprouting from wounds. a granite altar. fossilized remains.

v. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. illusory. silver shimmer off the ocean. secrets & gossip. cycles of reincarnation. a crybaby. physically ethereal. shared glances with a stranger. cat eyes. mistrusting their intuition. fear is a prison. ornate magic wands.

vi. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒. healthy competition. attraction & repulsion. magma & rubies. a blade being forged. wrath, wrath, wrath. malefic. intense eye contact. cannon fodder & fireworks. blood floods. copper taste on your tongue.

vii. 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑. red robes & a suit of armor. beacon of stability. leader by birth. thunderbolts & lightning. guilty but can’t stop. secret rich kid. golden touch, golden tears. innate optimist. failure isn’t an option. constantly reaching for more. unfinished symphonies.

viii. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. traditional. overbearing energy. a sculptor of reality. this existence is a karmic one. has a heart ; it’s just way down deep. law, order, & justice. avoid all necessary risk. the sound of shackles clanging. sisyphus’ struggle. grappling with the reality of time. self—governing.

ix. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒. psychedelic funk music. overflowing cups. a rebellion with skin. looking good in photo id. oblivious but caring. middle fingers in the air. double rainbows. icy diamond exterior. holographic. afraid of their own mediocrity. pearlescent smoke.

x. 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄. an elegy for the lost. dissolving boundaries. white horses. the burden of mystical conditions. deceptive. escapism is their reality. a polarizing entity. artist’s soul. paranoia. searching for the unseen. a siren’s swan song.

xi. 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎. angel statues over graves. power. the cycle of necrosis. transformative. unfathomable depths. an ivory tower toppling over. screaming at the sky. violets & irises. eclipsed darkness. speaks with their shadow. sex, death, rebirth.

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Tagging: @jardinae and @embxllmer ( YOU. )

[frost-eyed-autumn]

AS  THE  PLANETS.

BOLD  always applies. italics  sometimes apply  /  are verse dependent. strikethrough  never applies.

i.  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍.         egotistical.     melted wax wings & fingers.     stretching sunburned skin.       the most generous soul.     blood in the fruit.     halos.     anger on fire.        high vitality.     thunderous laughter.     is pride really a sin?      halogenic aura. ii.    𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘.         expansion of the mind.     silver—tongued.     an everlasting wanderer.     polyglot.     high dexterity.         handwritten letters.     innately critical.     en vogue.     eyes in the trees.     hidden libraries.     there’s always room for improvement. iii.    𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒.         in love with strangers.     iridescent waters.     love potions for your mirror.     selfless devotion.     shattering crystal.     seafoam upon sand.     the golden ratio.     drowning in your own passion.             material value & high principles.         luring.     plush lips. iv.    𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.         fresh springs.     tree hugger.     we can start again tomorrow.     a blazing rainforest.     respects survival of the fittest.      nature’s adversity.     lazy bones.          constantly evolving.     flowers sprouting from wounds.     a granite altar.     fossilized remains. v.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.          illusory.      silver shimmer off the ocean.     secrets & gossip.     cycles of reincarnation.     a crybaby.     physically ethereal.          shared glances with a stranger.    cat eyes.     mistrusting their intuition.         fear is a prison.     ornate magic wands. vi.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.   healthy competition.        attraction & repulsion.     magma & rubies.     a blade being forged.    wrath,  wrath,  wrath.    malefic.     intense eye contact.     cannon fodder & fireworks.     blood floods.     copper taste on your tongue. vii.    𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.         red robes & a suit of armor.     beacon of stability.        leader by birth.     thunderbolts & lightning.     guilty but can’t stop.     secret rich kid.    golden touch,  golden tears.     innate optimist.         failure isn’t an option.      constantly reaching for more.     unfinished symphonies. viii.    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍.     traditional.     overbearing energy.    a sculptor of reality.     this existence is a karmic one.     has a heart ;  it’s just way down deep.     law,  order,  & justice.     avoid all necessary risk.     the sound of shackles clanging.     sisyphus’ struggle.          grappling with the reality of time.     self—governing. ix.    𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒.          psychedelic funk music.     overflowing cups.     a rebellion with skin.      looking good in photo id.     oblivious but caring.     middle fingers in the air.     double rainbows.     icy diamond exterior.     holographic.     afraid of their own mediocrity.      pearlescent smoke. x.    𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄.   an elegy for the lost.      dissolving boundaries.     white horses.     the burden of mystical conditions.         deceptive.       escapism is their reality.     a polarizing entity.    artist’s soul.     paranoia.     searching for the unseen.         a siren’s swan song. xi.    𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎.    angel statues over graves.    power.     the cycle of necrosis.     transformative.        unfathomable depths.     an ivory tower toppling over.     screaming at the sky.        violets & irises.    eclipsed darkness.     speaks with their shadow.     sex,  death,  rebirth.

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[barovianlark]

⸻ your muse as the planets .

i.    sun .       egotistical .       melted  wax  wings  and  fingers .        stretching   sunburnt  skin .       the  most  generous  soul .       blood  in  the  fruit .     halos .     anger  on  fire .   high  vitality .     thunderous  laughter .     is  pride  really   a  sin ?        halogenic  aura .

ii.    mercury .     expansion  of  the  mind .     silver - tongued .    an   everlasting  wanderer .    polyglot .     high  dexterity .     handwritten  letters .     innately  critical .     en  vogue .   eyes  in  the  trees .     hidden  libraries .     there's  always  room  for  improvement .

iii.    venus .       in  love  with  strangers.     iridescent  waters .     love  potions   for  your  mirror .     selfless  devotion.     shattering  crystal .     seafoam  upon  sand .     the  golden  ratio .     drowning  in  your  own  passion .     material  value  and  high  principles .     luring .     plush  lips .    

iv.    earth .        fresh  springs .        tree  hugger .     we  can  start  again  tomorrow .     a  blazing  rainforest .     respects  survival  of  the  fittest .     nature’s  adversity .     lazy  bones .       constantly  evolving .        flowers  sprouting  from  wounds .        a  granite  altar .        fossilized  remains .

v.    moon .       illusory .   silver  shimmer  off  the  ocean .     secrets  and  gossip . cycles  of  reincarnation.       a  crybaby .   physically  ethereal .    shared  glances  with  a  stranger .     cat  eyes .     mistrusting  their  intuition .     fear  is  a  prison .     ornate  magic  wands .

vi.    mars .       healthy  competition .        attraction  and  repulsion .     magma  and  rubies .       a  blade  being  forged .       wrath ,  wrath ,  wrath .     malefic .    intense  eye  contact .     cannon  fodder  and  fireworks .        blood  floods .    copper  taste  on  your  tongue .

vii.    jupiter .        red  robes  and  a  suit  of  armor .        beacon  of  stability .       leader  by  birth .        thunderbolts  and  lightning .     guilty  but  can’t  stop .    secret  rich  kid .     golden  touch ,  golden  tears .    innate  optimist .        failure  isn’t  an  option .     constantly  reaching  for  more .       unfinished  symphonies .

viii.    saturn .        traditional .        overbearing  energy .     a  sculptor  of  reality .     this  existence  is  a  karmic  one .     has  a  heart ;  it’s  just  way  down  deep .     law ,  order  and  justice .     avoid  all  necessary  risk .     the  sound  of  shackles  clanging .    sisyphus’  struggle .     grappling  with  the  reality  of  time .     self - governing .

ix.    uranus .     psychedelic  funk  music .        overflowing  cups .       a  rebellion  with  skin .           looking  good  in  photo  id .        oblivious  but  caring .        middle  fingers  in  the  air .     double  rainbows .     icy  diamond  exterior .     holographic .     afraid  of  their  own  mediocrity .     pearlescent  smoke .

x.    neptune .    an  elegy  for  the  lost .     dissolving  boundaries .     white  horses .        the  burden  of  mystical  conditions .     deceptive .     escapism  is  their  reality .     a  polarizing  entity .     artist’s  soul .     paranoia .     searching  for  the  unseen .     a  siren’s  swan  song .

xi.    pluto .         angel  statues  over  graves .        power .        the  cycle  of  necrosis .     transformative .     unfathomable  depths .        an  ivory  tower  toppling  over .     screaming  at  the  sky .        violets  and  irises .     eclipsed  darkness .     speaks  with  their  shadow .   sex ,  death ,  rebirth .

[yeonban]

your muse as the planets .  .  .  

i.    sun .       egotistical .        melted  wax  wings  and  fingers .        stretching   sunburnt  skin .       the  most  generous  soul .        blood  in  the  fruit .        halos .       anger  on  fire .   high  vitality .     thunderous  laughter .        is  pride  really   a  sin ?        halogenic  aura .

ii.    mercury .     expansion  of  the  mind .     silver - tongued .    an   everlasting  wanderer .    polyglot .       high  dexterity .        handwritten  letters .           innately  critical .     en  vogue .   eyes  in  the  trees .     hidden  libraries .           there's  always  room  for  improvement .

iii.    venus .     in  love  with  strangers .     iridescent  waters .     love  potions   for  your  mirror .     selfless  devotion .   shattering  crystal .     seafoam  upon  sand .     the  golden  ratio .    drowning  in  your  own  passion .    material  value  and  high  principles .    luring .  plush  lips .

iv.    earth .        fresh  springs .        tree  hugger .     we  can  start  again  tomorrow .    a  blazing  rainforest .     respects  survival  of  the  fittest .     nature’s  adversity .     lazy  bones .        constantly  evolving .        flowers  sprouting  from  wounds .        a  granite  altar .        fossilized  remains .

v.    moon .      illusory .   silver  shimmer  off  the  ocean .     secrets  and  gossip . cycles  of  reincarnation .        a  crybaby .    physically  ethereal .     shared  glances  with  a  stranger .     cat  eyes .     mistrusting  their  intuition .     fear  is  a  prison .     ornate  magic  wands .

vi.    mars .        healthy  competition .        attraction  and  repulsion .     magma  and  rubies .        a  blade  being  forged .       wrath ,  wrath ,  wrath .     malefic .   intense  eye  contact .    cannon  fodder  and  fireworks .      blood  floods .    copper  taste  on  your  tongue .

vii.    jupiter .        red  robes  and  a  suit  of  armor .        beacon  of  stability .       leader  by  birth .        thunderbolts  and  lightning .     guilty  but  can’t  stop .     secret  rich  kid .     golden  touch ,  golden  tears .    innate  optimist .        failure  isn’t  an  option .     constantly  reaching  for  more .       unfinished  symphonies .

viii.    saturn .        traditional .        overbearing  energy .     a  sculptor  of  reality .     this  existence  is  a  karmic  one .     has  a  heart ;  it’s  just  way  down  deep .     law ,  order  and  justice .     avoid  all  necessary  risk .     the  sound  of  shackles  clanging .    sisyphus’  struggle .    grappling  with  the  reality  of  time .     self - governing .

ix.    uranus .      psychedelic  funk  music .        overflowing  cups .       a  rebellion  with  skin .           looking  good  in  photo  id .        oblivious  but  caring .        middle  fingers  in  the  air .     double  rainbows .     icy  diamond  exterior .     holographic .     afraid  of  their  own  mediocrity .      pearlescent  smoke .

x.    neptune .     an  elegy  for  the  lost .     dissolving  boundaries .     white  horses .        the  burden  of  mystical  conditions .     deceptive .     escapism  is  their  reality .     a  polarizing  entity .     artist’s  soul .     paranoia .    searching  for  the  unseen .     a  siren’s  swan  song .

xi.    pluto .         angel  statues  over  graves .        power .        the  cycle  of  necrosis .     transformative .     unfathomable  depths .        an  ivory  tower  toppling  over .     screaming  at  the  sky .       violets  and  irises .     eclipsed  darkness .     speaks  with  their  shadow .   sex ,  death ,  rebirth .

[starsdeath]

your muse as the planets .  .  .  Claude

i.    sun .     egotistical.  melted wax wings and fingers . stretching sunburnt skin . the most generous soul.  blood in the fruit .  halos .  anger  on  fire.  high  vitality .  thunderous  laughter.  is pride really a sin ?  halogenic aura .

ii.    mercury .   expansion  of  the  mind . silver - tongued .  an   everlasting  wanderer . polyglot .  high  dexterity .  handwritten  letters .  innately  critical .  en  vogue .   eyes  in  the  trees .  hidden  libraries .  there's  always  room  for  improvement .

iii.    venus .    in  love  with  strangers .  iridescent  waters .  love  potions  for  your  mirror .    selfless  devotion .  shattering  crystal .  seafoam  upon  sand .  the  golden  ratio .     drowning  in  your  own  passion .  material  value  and  high  principles .  luring .  plush  lips .

iv.    earth .    fresh  springs . tree  hugger.   we  can  start  again  tomorrow .   a  blazing  rainforest .  respects  survival  of  the  fittest .   nature’s  adversity .  lazy  bones .        constantly  evolving .  flowers  sprouting  from  wounds .   a  granite  altar .  fossilized  remains .

v.    moon .      illusory .  silver  shimmer  off  the  ocean .  secrets  and  gossip . cycles  of  reincarnation .  a  crybaby .  physically  ethereal .  shared  glances  with  a  stranger .  cat  eyes .  mistrusting  their  intuition . fear  is  a  prison .  ornate  magic  wands .

vi.    mars.   healthy  competition.  attraction  and  repulsion .  magma  and  rubies .   a  blade  being  forged .  wrath ,  wrath ,  wrath.  malefic .  intense  eye  contact .  cannon  fodder  and  fireworks . blood  floods .  copper  taste  on  your  tongue .

vii.    jupiter .   red  robes  and  a  suit  of  armor .  beacon  of  stability .  leader  by  birth .        thunderbolts  and  lightning .  guilty  but  can’t  stop .  secret  rich  kid.  golden  touch ,  golden  tears .  innate  optimist .  failure  isn’t  an  option . constantly  reaching  for  more .    unfinished  symphonies .

viii.    saturn.    traditional .  overbearing  energy.   a  sculptor  of  reality.  this  existence  is  a  karmic  one.  has  a  heart ;  it’s  just  way  down  deep.  law ,  order  and  justice .  avoid  all  necessary  risk .  the  sound  of  shackles  clanging .  sisyphus’  struggle .  grappling  with  the  reality  of  time .  self - governing .

ix.    uranus.   psychedelic  funk  music . overflowing  cups .  a  rebellion  with  skin .           looking  good  in  photo  id .  oblivious  but  caring.  middle  fingers  in  the  air.  double  rainbows .  icy  diamond  exterior .  holographic .  afraid  of  their  own  mediocrity .      pearlescent  smoke .

x.    neptune .    an  elegy  for  the  lost .  dissolving  boundaries .  white  horses .  the  burden  of  mystical  conditions .  deceptive .   escapism  is  their  reality .     a  polarizing  entity .     artist’s  soul .  paranoia .   searching  for  the  unseen .  a  siren’s  swan  song .

xi.    pluto .   angel  statues  over  graves.   power.   the  cycle  of  necrosis.  transformative.     unfathomable  depths.  an  ivory  tower  toppling  over .  screaming  at  the  sky.   violets  and  irises .  eclipsed  darkness.  speaks  with  their  shadow.  sex ,  death ,  rebirth.

[universestreasures]

⸻     your muse as the planets .

i.    sun .   egotistical .       melted  wax  wings  and  fingers .        stretching   sunburnt  skin .       the  most  generous  soul .       blood  in  the  fruit . halos .      anger  on  fire .   high  vitality.     thunderous  laughter .       is  pride  really   a  sin ?        halogenic  aura .

ii.    mercury . expansion  of  the  mind .     silver - tongued .    an   everlasting  wanderer .   polyglot .        high  dexterity .        handwritten  letters .           innately  critical .     en  vogue .   eyes  in  the  trees .     hidden  libraries .           there’s  always  room  for  improvement .

iii.    venus .     in  love  with  strangers .     iridescent  waters .     love  potions   for  your  mirror .     selfless  devotion.     shattering  crystal .     seafoam  upon  sand .     the  golden  ratio .    drowning  in  your  own  passion .material  value  and  high  principles .    luring .  plush  lips .

iv.    earth .        fresh  springs .        tree  hugger .     we  can  start  again  tomorrow .     a  blazing  rainforest .     respects  survival  of  the  fittest .     nature’s  adversity .    lazy  bones .       constantly  evolving .       flowers  sprouting  from  wounds .       a  granite  altar .        fossilized  remains .

v.    moon .   illusory .silver  shimmer  off  the  ocean .    secrets  and  gossip .     cycles  of  reincarnation. a  crybaby .   physically  ethereal . shared  glances  with  a  stranger .     cat  eyes .     mistrusting  their  intuition .     fear  is  a  prison .     ornate  magic  wands .

vi.    mars .   healthy  competition .        attraction  and  repulsion .     magma  and  rubies .        a  blade  being  forged .       wrath ,  wrath ,  wrath .     malefic .  intense  eye  contact .     cannon  fodder  and  fireworks .        blood  floods .    copper  taste  on  your  tongue .

vii.    jupiter .        red  robes  and  a  suit  of  armor .        beacon  of  stability .       leader  by  birth .        thunderbolts  and  lightning .     guilty  but  can’t  stop .     secret  rich  kid .     golden  touch ,  golden  tears .    innate  optimist .        failure  isn’t  an  option . constantly  reaching  for  more .       unfinished  symphonies .

viii.    saturn .        traditional .        overbearing  energy .     a  sculptor  of  reality .     this  existence  is  a  karmic  one .     has  a  heart ;  it’s  just  way  down  deep .     law ,  order  and  justice .     avoid  all  necessary  risk .     the  sound  of  shackles  clanging .    sisyphus’  struggle .     grappling  with  the  reality  of  time .     self - governing .

ix.    uranus .      psychedelic  funk  music .        overflowing  cups .       a  rebellion  with  skin .          looking  good  in  photo  id .        oblivious  but  caring .        middle  fingers  in  the  air .     double  rainbows .     icy  diamond  exterior .     holographic .     afraid  of  their  own  mediocrity .     pearlescent  smoke .

x.    neptune .     an  elegy  for  the  lost .      dissolving  boundaries .     white  horses .        the  burden  of  mystical  conditions .     deceptive .     escapism  is  their  reality .     a  polarizing  entity .     artist’s  soul .     paranoia .     searching  for  the  unseen .     a  siren’s  swan  song .

xi.    pluto .         angel  statues  over  graves .        power .        the  cycle  of  necrosis .     transformative .     unfathomable  depths .        an  ivory  tower  toppling  over .     screaming  at  the  sky .        violets  and  irises .     eclipsed  darkness .     speaks  with  their  shadow .   sex ,  death ,  rebirth .

Taken From: @shachou

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[historias-multorum]

AS  THE  PLANETS.

BOLD  always applies. italics  sometimes apply  /  are verse dependent. strikethrough  never applies.

i.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍. egotistical.     melted wax wings & fingers.     stretching sunburned skin.   the most generous soul.     blood in the fruit.     halos.     anger on fire.    high vitality.     thunderous laughter.     is pride really a sin?      halogenic aura.

ii.   𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘. expansion of the mind.     silver—tongued.     an everlasting wanderer.     polyglot.     high dexterity.     handwritten letters.     innately critical.     en vogue.     eyes in the trees.     hidden libraries.     there’s always room for improvement.

iii.    𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 . in love with strangers.     iridescent waters.     love potions for your mirror.     selfless devotion.     shattering crystal.     seafoam upon sand.     the golden ratio.     drowning in your own passion.         material value & high principles.      luring.     plush lips.

iv.    𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.  fresh springs.     tree hugger.     we can start again tomorrow.     a blazing rainforest.     respects survival of the fittest.      nature’s adversity.     lazy bones.      constantly evolving.     flowers sprouting from wounds.     a granite altar.     fossilized remains.

v.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.  illusory.      silver shimmer off the ocean.     secrets & gossip.     cycles of reincarnation.     a crybaby.     physically ethereal.      shared glances with a stranger.    cat eyes.     mistrusting their intuition.     fear is a prison.     ornate magic wands.

vi.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.   healthy competition.    attraction & repulsion.     magma & rubies.     a blade being forged.    wrath,  wrath,  wrath.    malefic.     intense eye contact.     cannon fodder & fireworks.     blood floods.     copper taste on your tongue.

vii.    𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.   red robes & a suit of armor.     beacon of stability.    leader by birth.     thunderbolts & lightning.     guilty but can’t stop.     secret rich kid.    golden touch,  golden tears.     innate optimist.     failure isn’t an option.  constantly reaching for more.     unfinished symphonies.

viii.    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. traditional.     overbearing energy.    a sculptor of reality.     this existence is a karmic one.     has a heart ;  it’s just way down deep.     law,  order,  & justice.     avoid all necessary risk.     the sound of shackles clanging.     sisyphus’ struggle.       grappling with the reality of time.     self—governing.

x.    𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒.  psychedelic funk music.     overflowing cups.     a rebellion with skin.      looking good in photo id.     oblivious but caring.     middle fingers in the air.     double rainbows.     icy diamond exterior.     holographic.     afraid of their own mediocrity.      pearlescent smoke.

x.    𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄.   an elegy for the lost.      dissolving boundaries.     white horses.     the burden of mystical conditions.     deceptive.   escapism is their reality.     a polarizing entity.    artist’s soul.     paranoia.     searching for the unseen.     a siren’s swan song.

xi.    𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎.    angel statues over graves.    power.     the cycle of necrosis.     transformative.    unfathomable depths.     an ivory tower toppling over.     screaming at the sky.    violets & irises.    eclipsed darkness.     speaks with their shadow.     sex,  death,  rebirth.

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[movedtoferinehuntress]

  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒 [ ; ] 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍

i. 𝐒𝐔𝐍 .     egotistical . melted  wax  wings  & fingers . stretching   sunburnt  skin . the  most  generous  soul . blood  in  the  fruit . halos . anger  on  fire . high  vitality  . thunderous  laughter . is  pride  really   a  sin? halogenic  aura .

ii. 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘 .     expansion  of  the  mind . silver - tongued . an   everlasting  wanderer . polyglot . high  dexterity . handwritten  letters . innately  critical . en  vogue . eyes  in  the  trees . hidden  libraries . there’s  always  room  for  improvement .

iii. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 .     in  love  with  strangers . iridescent  waters . love  potions   for  your  mirror . selfless  devotion. shattering  crystal . seafoam  upon  sand . the  golden  ratio . drowning  in  your  own  passion . material  value & high  principles . luring . plush  lips .

iv. 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 .     fresh  springs . tree  hugger . we  can  start  again  tomorrow . a  blazing  rainforest . respects  survival  of  the  fittest . nature’s  adversity . lazy  bones . constantly  evolving . flowers  sprouting  from  wounds . a  granite  altar . fossilized  remains .

v. 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 .     illusory . silver  shimmer  off  the  ocean . secrets & gossip . cycles  of  reincarnation . a  crybaby . physically  ethereal . shared  glances  with  a  stranger . cat  eyes . mistrusting  their  intuition . fear  is  a  prison . ornate  magic  wands .

vi. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 .     healthy  competition . attraction & repulsion . magma  & rubies . a  blade  being  forged . wrath ,  wrath ,  wrath . malefic . intense  eye  contact . cannon  fodder & fireworks . blood  floods . copper  taste  on  your  tongue .

vii. 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 .     red  robes  & a  suit  of  armor . beacon  of  stability . leader  by  birth . thunderbolts  & lightning . guilty  but  can’t  stop . secret  rich  kid . golden  touch ,  golden  tears . innate  optimist . failure  isn’t  an  option . constantly  reaching  for  more . unfinished  symphonies .

viii. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 .     traditional . overbearing  energy . a  sculptor  of  reality . this  existence  is  a  karmic  one . has  a  heart ;  it’s  just  way  down  deep . law ,  order  &  justice . avoid  all  necessary  risk . the  sound  of  shackles  clanging . sisyphus’  struggle . grappling  with  the  reality  of  time . self - governing .

ix. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 .     psychedelic  funk  music . overflowing  cups . a  rebellion  with  skin . looking  good  in  photo  id . oblivious  but  caring . middle  fingers  in  the  air . double  rainbows . icy  diamond  exterior . holographic . afraid  of  their  own  mediocrity . pearlescent  smoke .

x. 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 .     an  elegy  for  the  lost . dissolving  boundaries . white  horses . the  burden  of  mystical  conditions . deceptive . escapism  is  their  reality . a  polarizing  entity . artist’s  soul . paranoia . searching  for  the  unseen . a  siren’s  swan  song .

xi. 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎 .     angel  statues  over  graves .      power . the  cycle  of  necrosis . transformative . unfathomable  depths . an  ivory  tower  toppling  over . screaming  at  the  sky . violets & irises . eclipsed  darkness . speaks  with  their  shadow . sex ,  death ,  rebirth .

[sunbreathes]

AS  THE  PLANETS.

BOLD  always applies. italics  sometimes apply  /  are verse dependent. strikethrough  never applies.

i.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍.          egotistical.     melted wax wings & fingers.     stretching sunburned skin.     the most generous soul.     blood in the fruit.     halos.     anger on fire.     high vitality.     thunderous laughter.     is pride really a sin?      halogenic aura.

ii.    𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘.          expansion of the mind.     silver—tongued.     an everlasting wanderer.     polyglot.     high dexterity.     handwritten letters.     innately critical.     en vogue.     eyes in the trees.     hidden libraries.     there's always room for improvement.

iii.    𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒.          in love with strangers.     iridescent waters.     love potions for your mirror.     selfless devotion.     shattering crystal.     seafoam upon sand.     the golden ratio.     drowning in your own passion.     material value & high principles.     luring.     plush lips.

iv.    𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.          fresh springs.     tree hugger.     we can start again tomorrow.     a blazing rainforest.     respects survival of the fittest.      nature’s adversity.     lazy bones.     constantly evolving.     flowers sprouting from wounds.     a granite altar.     fossilized remains.

v.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.          illusory.      silver shimmer off the ocean.     secrets & gossip.     cycles of reincarnation.     a crybaby.     physically ethereal.     shared glances with a stranger.     cat eyes.     mistrusting their intuition.     fear is a prison.     ornate magic wands.

vi.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.          healthy competition.     attraction & repulsion.     magma & rubies.     a blade being forged.     wrath,  wrath,  wrath.     malefic.     intense eye contact.     cannon fodder & fireworks.     blood floods.     copper taste on your tongue.

vii.    𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.          red robes & a suit of armor.     beacon of stability.     leader by birth.     thunderbolts & lightning.     guilty but can’t stop.     secret rich kid.     golden touch,  golden tears.     innate optimist.     failure isn’t an option.     constantly reaching for more.     unfinished symphonies.

viii.    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍.          traditional.     overbearing energy.     a sculptor of reality.     this existence is a karmic one.     has a heart ;  it’s just way down deep.     law,  order,  & justice.     avoid all necessary risk.     the sound of shackles clanging.     sisyphus’ struggle.     grappling with the reality of time.     self—governing.

ix.    𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒.          psychedelic funk music.     overflowing cups.     a rebellion with skin.      looking good in photo id.     oblivious but caring.     middle fingers in the air.     double rainbows.     icy diamond exterior.     holographic.     afraid of their own mediocrity.     pearlescent smoke.

x.    𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄.          an elegy for the lost.     dissolving boundaries.     white horses.     the burden of mystical conditions.     deceptive.     escapism is their reality.     a polarizing entity.     artist’s soul.     paranoia.     searching for the unseen.     a siren’s swan song.

xi.    𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎.          angel statues over graves.     power.     the cycle of necrosis.     transformative.     unfathomable depths.     an ivory tower toppling over.     screaming at the sky.     violets & irises.     eclipsed darkness.     speaks with their shadow.     sex,  death,  rebirth.

[bellsplit]

AS  THE  PLANETS .

BOLD  always applies.     (  AKAZA.  ) italics  somewhat applies  /  verse dependent.     (  HAKUJI.  ) strikethrough  never applies.

i.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍.         egotistical.     melted wax wings & fingers.     stretching sunburned skin.     the most generous soul.     blood in the fruit.     halos.     anger on fire.     high vitality.     thunderous laughter.     is pride really a sin?      halogenic aura.

ii.    𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘.         expansion of the mind.     silver—tongued.     an everlasting wanderer.     polyglot.     high dexterity.     handwritten letters.     innately critical.     en vogue.     eyes in the trees.     hidden libraries.     there's always room for improvement.

iii.    𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒.         in love with strangers.     iridescent waters.     love potions for your mirror.     selfless devotion.     shattering crystal.     seafoam upon sand.     the golden ratio.     drowning in your own passion.     material value & high principles.     luring.     plush lips.

iv.    𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.         fresh springs.     tree hugger.     we can start again tomorrow.     a blazing rainforest.     respects survival of the fittest.      nature’s adversity.     lazy bones.     constantly evolving.     flowers sprouting from wounds.     a granite altar.     fossilized remains.

v.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.          illusory.      silver shimmer off the ocean.     secrets & gossip.     cycles of reincarnation.     a crybaby.     physically ethereal.     shared glances with a stranger.     cat eyes.     mistrusting their intuition.     fear is a prison.     ornate magic wands.

vi.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.         healthy competition.     attraction & repulsion.     magma & rubies.     a blade being forged.     wrath,  wrath,  wrath.     malefic.     intense eye contact.     cannon fodder & fireworks.     blood floods.     copper taste on your tongue.

vii.    𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.         red robes & a suit of armor.     beacon of stability.     leader by birth.     thunderbolts & lightning.     guilty but can’t stop.     secret rich kid.     golden touch,  golden tears.     innate optimist.     failure isn’t an option.     constantly reaching for more.     unfinished symphonies.

viii.    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍.         traditional.     overbearing energy.     a sculptor of reality.     this existence is a karmic one.     has a heart ;  it’s just way down deep.     law,  order,  & justice.     avoid all necessary risk.     the sound of shackles clanging.     sisyphus’ struggle.     grappling with the reality of time.     self—governing.

ix.    𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒.          psychedelic funk music.     overflowing cups.     a rebellion with skin.      looking good in photo id.     oblivious but caring.     middle fingers in the air.     double rainbows.     icy diamond exterior.     holographic.     afraid of their own mediocrity.      pearlescent smoke.

x.    𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄.         an elegy for the lost.      dissolving boundaries.     white horses.     the burden of mystical conditions.     deceptive.     escapism is their reality.     a polarizing entity.     artist’s soul.     paranoia.     searching for the unseen.     a siren’s swan song.

xi.    𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎.          angel statues over graves.     power.     the cycle of necrosis.     transformative.     unfathomable depths.     an ivory tower toppling over.     screaming at the sky.     violets & irises.     eclipsed darkness.     speaks with their shadow.     sex,  death,  rebirth.

[flightofaqrow]

AS  THE  PLANETS.

BOLD  always applies. italics  sometimes apply  /  are verse dependent. strikethrough  never applies.

i.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍.         egotistical.     melted wax wings & fingers.     stretching sunburned skin.     the most generous soul.     blood in the fruit.     halos.     anger on fire.     high vitality.     thunderous laughter.     is pride really a sin?      halogenic aura.

ii.    𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘.         expansion of the mind.     silver—tongued.     an everlasting wanderer.     polyglot.     high dexterity.       handwritten letters.     innately critical.     en vogue.     eyes in the trees.     hidden libraries.     there’s always room for improvement.

iii.    𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒.         in love with strangers.     iridescent waters.     love potions for your mirror.     selfless devotion.     shattering crystal.     seafoam upon sand.     the golden ratio.    drowning in your own passion.          material value & high principles.           luring.     plush lips.

iv.    𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.         fresh springs.     tree hugger.     we can start again tomorrow.     a blazing rainforest.     respects survival of the fittest.      nature’s adversity.     lazy bones.          constantly evolving.     flowers sprouting from wounds.     a granite altar.     fossilized remains.

v.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.          illusory.      silver shimmer off the ocean.     secrets & gossip.     cycles of reincarnation.     a crybaby.     physically ethereal.            shared glances with a stranger.    cat eyes.     mistrusting their intuition.            fear is a prison.     ornate magic wands.

vi.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.   healthy competition.       attraction & repulsion.     magma & rubies.     a blade being forged.     wrath,  wrath,  wrath.     malefic.     intense eye contact.     cannon fodder & fireworks.     blood floods.     copper taste on your tongue.

vii.    𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.         red robes & a suit of armor.     beacon of stability.         leader by birth.     thunderbolts & lightning.     guilty but can’t stop.     secret rich kid.    golden touch,  golden tears.     innate optimist.          failure isn’t an option.         constantly reaching for more.     unfinished symphonies.

viii.    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍.     traditional.     overbearing energy.     a sculptor of reality.     this existence is a karmic one.     has a heart ;  it’s just way down deep.     law,  order,  & justice.     avoid all necessary risk.     the sound of shackles clanging.     sisyphus’ struggle.         grappling with the reality of time.     self—governing.

ix.    𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒.          psychedelic funk music.     overflowing cups.     a rebellion with skin.     looking good in photo id.     oblivious but caring.     middle fingers in the air.     double rainbows.     icy diamond exterior.     holographic.     afraid of their own mediocrity.      pearlescent smoke.

x.    𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄.   an elegy for the lost.     dissolving boundaries.     white horses.     the burden of mystical conditions.       deceptive.         escapism is their reality.     a polarizing entity.     artist’s soul.     paranoia.     searching for the unseen.         a siren’s swan song.

xi.    𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎.    angel statues over graves.     power.     the cycle of necrosis.     transformative.     unfathomable depths.     an ivory tower toppling over.     screaming at the sky.       violets & irises.     eclipsed darkness.     speaks with their shadow.     sex,  death,  rebirth.

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[problems-of-immortality]

bachelor’s button (for Merlin)

BACHELOR’S BUTTON :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? For Merlin, I'd say the former and partially the latter as well. It takes him a really long time to move on from Arthur, yet he still craves a romantic relationship, and will sometimes try to seek it out. But since his true body is trapped in Avalon, it's hard to retain relationships, and since he's incredibly lonely, he goes for whatever sort of relationship he can get (which is usually friendships instead of relationships, or relationships that ultimately end up breaking his heart all over again.)

[ellitx]

Chapter 9: Infatuation

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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          The rain pounded down, each drop is a small stone, piercing cold. It was still early when the clouds gave off their rain to the grass and trees when the road became alive with more splashes than your eyes could appreciate. Yet together they brought together such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as soulful hum.

           Soon the drizzle turned into a heavy downpour. The sky turned dark as the rain fell rapidly to the ground. Venti grabbed your hand and pulled you to follow him to find a nearby shelter to rest.

           It’s been hours since it started and there are still no signs of dying down. Your lips drew out a sigh and watched in silence the pitter-pattering of the droplets on the ground. The bard sat on a nearby ledge and stared at your back, absently tracing the shape of your figure.

           His mind wandered of how a certain traveler touched you. It brought great bitterness in his mouth, the taste causing him to have a foul mood for an umpteenth time on this day. How many more outcomes will continue to mess with his mood? He already had enough of it and he refrained himself from losing his temper at the vexing events.

           He clenched his fists angrily. The audacity of Aether holding you while you’re asleep and the moment he’s away. His displeasure would come like an impossible build up steam, burning him on the way out, burning the one on the receiving end. 

           You’ve been tainted.

The idea of your purity and innocence being corrupted swarmed his mind. The thought of another man other than him holding and touching you began to aggravate him even more. If you happen to meet him, will you leave him? His nails digging into his palm caused him to bleed without his knowledge, yet his mind is placed elsewhere.

           Not good…

           Emerald orbs watchfully kept an eye solely on your form. His breathing was ragged and shaky, his attention meandering everywhere that can’t help still itself. Not good. Not good. Not good. Not good.

           Then it was the breaking point of his patience. At that moment, his head was blinded by a fiery serving of rage, fear, and dread all mixed up together that tasted so bitter. He wanted to reach out to you yet his mind is too corrupted to make sense of his surroundings.

            You looked over your shoulder and saw Venti’s form was hunched. The way his hands tightly gripped onto his hair immediately worried you if something’s wrong. His hands were shaking vigorously thus you quietly but swiftly approached him and checked up to see what’s going on.

           You brushed away his fringe and let your palm rest on his forehead. Your body jolted in surprise at the intense burning heat he was emitting and you grew even more concerned if he has a fever.

           In the storm he was facing, in this wind that howls inside of him, you are the gentle center. He decided to indulge himself at your soft touch and rest at your side. It’s becoming torturous that he had to endure everything. You were too close, your scent is becoming so intoxicating— too addicting, your touches were so light he wanted you to press your palm against him even more.

           He wanted you so badly. He wants to let everyone know you only belong to him. That they should know where to keep their hands to themselves, but he has to control himself. He doesn’t want to scare you and that’s the last thing he ever wanted.

           His pulse sped up and his breathing turned shallow. Of course, he was addicted to you— but for every reason, that is pure and right. You are his safety and his love, an anchor he holds onto, that he was able to pull himself together. 

           You always give him warmth, consistent love, and patience. That’s why he loves you so much, why his nature trusted you before his mind could too. Innocent, honest, pure, and full of naïveté. What more words can he use to describe you? You are literal perfection to him, you’re just too innocent for him and he can’t control himself anymore the more he thinks about you.

           “[Name],”

           Venti grabbed your wrist, firm but gentle, and pulled you close. Your whole face flushed when he buried his face on your neck and started biting your neck, giving subtle sucks and licks causing you to slip short moans before shutting it quickly with your hand. He settled you on his lap, straddling the sides of his legs, while his hands roamed over your skirt and lifted it up feeling your soft thighs.

           You shut your eyes tightly and gripped his shoulders, not knowing what to do whilst you wonder what’s with the sudden change of his behavior. He tucked your hair behind and gently angled your head to the side to gain more access to your neck and continue nibbling it nonstop.

           Your breath turned shaky and a shiver ran down your nerves when his lips brushed your cheek, a shiver that made your whole body tremble. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered. When you still said nothing, he moved downwards and lightly kissed your throat. “Or now.” Then he traced the line of your cheekbone, he was so close to you, your lips almost brushing together. 

           It took you a lot of courage to reach up to him and shyly pull him down to you, his voice was lost against your mouth. He kissed you softly, carefully, and each second that has passed made his kisses intense. The gentleness was now gone and you knotted your fist on his shirt, pulling him harder against you.

           He groaned softly, low on his throat, and then his arms encircled you, gathering you against him. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, almost demanding— unlike the last time you did it together— and it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced. You began to melt, the feeling of his tongue playing with yours caused your whole system to shut down and get lost to the pleasurable sensation he’s doing to you.

           Your nails dug deeper on his skin as your veins throbbed and your heart speeding up. Venti opened his eyes and observed your burning face, almost glowing under the raining sky.

           He clearly knows he wants you.

           All he wanted is just you and nothing else more. The closeness of your body against him is extraordinary. He feels you— all of you— pressed against him just like how he wanted, and he can detect your fragrance. It’s the most addicting scent he could ever imagine. He wants to breathe you, lick you, eat you, drink you, everything as long as he can touch and feel your whole body.

           He pulled down your sleeves and untied the ribbon until it made your dress fall off your shoulders, slightly exposing your chest for him. You quivered at the cold winds hitting your skin as his hands started to fondle your supple breasts.

           You looked away from him, trying your best not to get embarrassed while he continued to play with your perked nubs and started to give small licks whilst he looked at you. Please, he can do anything with you as long as he doesn’t keep staring and giving you that lustful gaze! You can’t handle it— you really can’t—

           “Ngh~!”

           You quickly covered your mouth at the sound you have made. His suctions intensified when he heard your cute moan, his hand held your back and dragged you closer. Oh, how he wished to just seize that hands of yours and release all the sounds you produce from his pleasuring, though he didn’t want to risk attracting nearby entities here.

           “V-Venti,” You clutched on his shoulders, eyes turning glossy that tears were beginning to form in the corner. “We shouldn’t— we shouldn’t do this here.” You bit back a moan as you stammered. Then your body sharply jerked when he flicked out his tongue and bit on your nipple, bringing you to draw a sharp cry at the sudden action.

           His ministrations didn’t cease, though you can see how he raised his hand in the air and closed it into fists. A strong gust of wind flashed past your bare skin, the air chilling your whole body you almost felt frozen on the spot. Your eyes caught the sight of some kind of barrier surrounding the shelter and before you could inspect it further, Venti held your head and pulled you down to a deep kiss.

           If what worries you is being caught, then there’s no need to worry about it anymore. He had already created a mist to hide this place and no one can find it as long as he holds the command to the winds. You’ve already accepted his invite and it’s unfair if you’re backing out already.

           He yanked your dress until they were out of the way and put them aside, his left hand latched on your wrist to prevent you from covering yourself while the other untied the ribbon fixed on your hair. Your surprised demeanor took him the chance to use the cloth to bind your wrists together, tight but not too much that can hurt you.

           He then reached for the ribbon on his cape and loosened it, leaving the cape to fall off from his shoulders as he stretched out towards you to give you one more kiss before he wrapped the cloth over your eyes. Everything went dark and your heart beat faster than ever, you can feel it ring on your ears so loudly that he might even hear how loud it was.

           A small lump was sitting on your throat and you let out a shaky breath when he turned you around, your back facing his chest. You can sense how he breathes behind you, hot air down your back which is starting to sweat and slipped down on his clothes. You didn’t want him to see your face now that it is blowing up inside, red and burning hot, grimacing at how his hands slowly wandered dangerously close to your core.

           His hands moved so agonizingly slow, it choked you. You swallowed hard in anticipation.

           He presses your naked back against his chest fully and your mind went blank all of a sudden.

           His fingers slowly go further up your thighs as he rubs small circles into your skin and observes how your breathing picks up from such a simple movement. 

           He must’ve presumed it’s an indication of excitement, he even attempted to run his hand over your panties, applying the minimum amount of pressure possible to further watch your reaction. Your lips parted and a soft whimper came out. You refrain yourself from grinding against his hand. You didn’t want to aggravate him and the only way is to obey his words if you want his attention to be solely focused on you.

           He doesn’t hesitate when he sets aside your panties, brushing his finger around your hardening clit before burying one inside, curling it the way he knows you like it best. You mewled under his touch, trying to hide your voice by biting down on your lips.

           You wanted to hold back your moans but it’s almost impossible if he continues to curl his fingers inside you like this, his long digits effortlessly massaging that one spot inside you that turns all your thoughts fuzzy, clouding it with nothing but the feeling of his fingers plunging your insides.

           The pleasure you felt intensified and grew even stronger the more he resumed his ministrations. He grows bolder now with his touches, the movements of his fingers quicker now than before that it’s practically a struggle to keep quiet. You bit your lip, hard, desperate not to make a sound, that you could even taste the blood sipping to your tongue.

           Your lover hissed as he pumps a second finger inside of you, barely able to make it fit. You squeezed around him every time he presses deeper, your tight cunt almost begging for more even though he wonders if he’ll be able to make anything fit.

           “Ahn~! Venti~ hah…” 

           A moan crawls free from your throat when he presses his fingers against your sweet spot. And once he watches how it makes you gasp and whimper, he gets addicted to it, moving his fingers harsh and fast.

           “Shh,” he hushed you near your ears, nibbling and giving teasing licks on the tip, but his voice has no real edge to it. His gaze is soft as he studies your flushed expression, nothing but adoration filling those crystal green eyes as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

           Your eyes are scrunched tight and your head is settled on his shoulder as he continues to fuck you with his long fingers, practiced digits sliding in and out in ease, curling into that one special spot that always has you crying out for more. You begin to jerk your hips forward to meet his fingers, unable to hold your body back.

           “I-I’m close…” you mumbled shyly, closing your eyes when you feel your orgasm drawing near.

           “Already?” He teases, but his tone is gentle. You can feel the smirk creeping up to his face even if you can’t see anything. You gulped down and looked away from timidity.

           “Hold it a bit longer for me, will you?” You nodded your head and pressed your thighs together when his fingers went deeper inside. He continuously draws it again and again as the pressure inside you is threatening to release.

           He moved his fingers in and out three more times, almost rhythmic in his gestures. You want to hold it a bit more, you really do. But his digits playing your clit and curling it around just feels so good that you wanted to release so badly. Your tied hands attempted to reach to find his wrist to catch his attention, it was successful, however, he didn’t dare to stop.

           His lips brushed the side of your neck, biting it softly that made your breaths quickened. 

           “Venti— I’m so close, please! I-I can’t hold it anymore...!”

           Your walls clamped down on his fingers with a needy call of his name, as if unable to recall anything other than him and how he’s making you feel this way. 

           You cried loudly as your body trembled from the increasing tension inside. His fingers were moving faster, deeper, and harder. You curl your toes and square your shoulders, the moans you’ve released can be heard out loud from the ruins if Venti hadn’t quiet you down with a haste kiss.

           He let out a sharp hiss when your nails dug into his skin firmly. You don’t know where else to hold on, hands frantically searching anywhere for a hard surface to grip on.

           “Please— Venti...!” The blindfold was getting damped while tears fell from the sides of your face as you begged.

           “Come.”

           In an instant, you feel the familiar pressure rising in you, building up even further—and then you’re cumming on him, slit spasming and clenching all at once as he brushes your folds with his thumb. You’ve released your orgasm all over his hand that smeared his skin— Venti silently adoring the stickiness of your essence and the way it gleams under the raining sky.

           Your thighs tremble around his fingers long after he stops moving them, and when your voice has finally died out, he untied the knot from the blindfold, letting it fall onto your shoulder.

           You shut your eyes at the blinding light, adjusting yourself to regain your focus that was all blurred and hazy. He withdrew his fingers from you and raised it to study your cum that spread all over him. He looked at you then called your name as he pulled you close.

           “Open your mouth.” The sudden command made you jolt in your seat. You looked over your shoulder and raised your brow at him.

           “Huh?”

           “Open your mouth.” He repeated once more. Hesitantly, you meekly complied to his words, lips parting a bit that was too small for his likeness, but he didn’t complain. He deliberately dragged his fingers inside your mouth and you can taste your essence after he just fingered you.

           “Suck on it.” 

           A command like that would only lead you to a mounting embarrassment catching your entire body aflame, but it wasn't as though you could deny him. Whatever he wanted from you. That was the deal. Still, quieting your moans from his pleasing ministrations would be a difficult task. 

           Closing your eyes, you brushed your tongue on his salty digits, lapping up all the slicks that came from you. Venti moaned in surprise as your teeth grazed his finger. His eyes meeting yours with a desperation that made you squirm.

           He cursed under his breath and buried his face on the crook of your neck pulling you close to his chest. He bit his lower lip and peered at your flushed face that continued to drink his fingers dry. God, the feeling of your tongue giving him small licks then sucking it shyly riled him up so much, urging him to go further.

           He bit down on your shoulder gratingly, causing your back to arch in surprise, and choked yourself. Hearing your muffled noise made him draw his hand out in panic. You panted heavily and your lips trembled with each outlet of air, taking in deep breaths as you do so. He can faintly see a small drool slipping down the corner of your lips.

           His heart raced at the sight of it and his body went hot abruptly. He took off his hat and put it aside somewhere. He continued to gaze at your disheveled state, swallowing the lump sitting on his throat while he continued to undress.

           His hands rummaged to unbutton his shirt, leaving the top open until his chest was bare for you to see, the mark that was the same as yours on his chest faintly gleaming. 

           His hand flew to your neck to pull you into a deep kiss. You’re quick to indulge him, moaning lightly when Venti bit on your lip and let his tongue dart inside. 

           You wished to look at his face, expecting only that the expression of aesthetic delight you might find there would correspond to what you knew was your own. But you’d didn’t even catch a glimpse of his face, so instantaneous and urgent was his tongue. It overpowered all the senses that sought to reach some unreachable end from you.

           Before Venti could withdraw, his mind was far from its place. His arms were around you and he felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of your warmth that left him limp. Your quiet and heated self was blurred and drowned into nothingness.

           He bent back your head and kissed you once more. He never gets tired of your kisses and the softness of your lips brushing against his. You clung to him to keep yourself still in your cloudy and hazy mind that was drowning and enjoying the sensation of his lips.

           Your kisses were so docile and gentle. So slow and soothing it sends his mind to go all over in place the more he feels your lips pressed against his that he’s begging for more.

           Within minutes, his lips are moving against yours, slow and steady, and his hands crept up to hold you by the small of your waist.

           You only continued your ministrations, squeezing and massaging his chest as you slowly grind against his thighs. 

           Time seemed to slow down for him when he opened his eyes, and it dawned on him you’re playing with his mouth— biting and sucking on it before you let out your tongue to alleviate any pains you have caused him.

           Your eyes were now shut as well and he noticed you seem to be taking your time to enjoy this moment. Your hips moving back and forth for a more subtle pressure against him and your face— words aren’t even enough to describe how beautiful you are to him— looked so peaceful, so flushed from the orgasm, from the kisses and yet it’s so serene for him.

           He can’t help but think that you really are beautiful.

           He extended out his hand and untied the cloth wrapped to your wrists, his hands guiding your arms to envelop them around his shoulders. One-touch and the intoxication is instant. Whatever you want to do is what he’ll do and there isn’t a thing he can do to stop you— not that he’d want to. 

           Just your scent sent him to a heady trance, one that doesn’t end until your bodies are still once more, just warm and snuggled in as close as two souls can be. Venti kissed the center of your chest, tracing out the outlines of the teal mark on your skin with featherlight kisses. 

           A small laugh escaped from you at the ticklish feeling, your hands tangling to his hair and removing the hair tie on his braids. You kissed the top of his head and caressed his hair lovingly whilst he enjoys himself burying his face between your breasts. 

           He really is captivated by just your own presence. 

           Your eyes shut as your heart throbbed as loud as the rain on the tin roof above you. Venti took in your perked nubs in his mouth, finding himself hungry as he was for you. Unreserved fire and desire ran through his nerves, his tongue hastily licking then lapping, tasting your sensitive nipples causing you to release a shaky moan.

            The need to touch, be touched, to take and give, nearly overwhelmed you. He placed you on his thighs, holding your hips and helping your body to grind against him, creating more of that delicious friction between the two of you. 

           Hunger surged inside him. A demand.

           More.

           "Mhm~!"

            You hid your face against his shoulder and bit on it to hold back the moan threatening to leave your lips. Venti hissed, both in bliss and pain, and thrust his hips to meet yours. You were panting heavily against him, the hot breath on his skin excited him further and he can’t get enough of it.

           The touch of his hands was so warm on your drenched skin that sent another burst of heat straight to your core and it ached you how you wanted him inside you so badly. He can already sense how damp his short was that came from your leaking cunt.

           “Venti…” you whined at the agonizing pain from your core that you could only feel his length against the cloth that separated you from him. “Please… I… I really need you…”

           Hearing your words instantly made his mind blank out of nowhere. Did he hear you right? You need him? Is he dreaming? Is this reality? 

           “Venti, please…!”

           He snapped out from his thoughts and looked at your pleading face. If you keep begging like that— face flushed, lips quivering, brows knitted together, eyes glistening with tears— he wouldn’t hold back his lust for you. 

           He quickly recomposes himself and reaches up to caress your cheek, flashing a gentle smile in your direction. You leaned on his tender touch— a sign that you’re giving him consent and accepting his love for you. The edge of his lips twitched upwards into a small smile, a genuine one at that. “I’ll handle the rest. Close your eyes and relax for me.”

           You slowly bobbed your head and proceeded to bury your face on his neck. Venti started to remove your soaked panties, dragging them along your thighs until they were out from your feet and throwing them aside. Your hold tightened, legs trembling from the sheer coldness of the rainy weather. He softly hushed you as he rubbed his hand against your hips to calm you.

           You’re getting desperate. Your toes curled in impatience, whining his name once more to remind him you needed him inside you now. “Impatient, are we?” He teasingly cooed to which you hide in embarrassment that he caught you.

           “Don’t worry, we’ll get to it soon.” He assured before pecking your hair. 

           He rested his palm on your hip, helping you lift yourself up as he quickly removed his garments and carefully guided you to his erect length. There’s a choked gasp from his lips when he feels your pussy slowly enveloping his cock, a shudder running up his spine when your hands fly from his cheeks to his shoulders to support yourself. 

           He instinctively gripped your hips, helping you lower down at your own pace until he was now fully inside of you. You whimper under your breath, feeling yourself start to stretch around him, how it’s becoming more painful than you’ve expected as each second passed by.

           He noticed how your chest quickly heaved up and down, panting heavily and moaning audibly with your head tilted sideward. He laced his hand with yours, your fingers tightening until he was all the way inside your tight cunt.

           “Hng… S-so good but it hurts!”

           You take a shaky breath as soon as he’s fully sheathed inside of you. His heart drops, beginning to panic that you were clearly in pain. 

           The uneven pace of your breathing is the most obvious thing he noticed, the way your nails are practically digging into his shoulders and the way you’re biting your lip to hide any pained whimpers made it even clearer that he should have prepared you for this better. Did he not stretch you enough when he fingered you?

           You take a moment to collect yourself. Venti waits patiently, forcing his hips to remain still every time he feels the urge to jerk upwards, and his efforts are rewarded when you slide your hips upward only to pull them down, eliciting a breathy moan from your lover.

           You repeat the same motion once. Then you do it again. And again. And again. And you keep rising and falling on his shaft at these uneven intervals until one angle has you gasping out an unexpected moan. 

           Venti locked his eyes with you, his hands guiding your hips to move up and down on his length.

           You repeated the ministration, head rolling backward when you came down and another breathy gasp spilled from your lips.

           And then the slow, tentative fucking completely stops and you’re riding him without hesitation, fingers digging into his back as you moan freely.

           It tempted him to jerk his hips upwards to meet yours, to listen to that moan that slipped from your bruised lips. And when he gave in to his desires, his thrust had you gasping and crying out a moan, so breathy and shaky that he engraved it inside his head of how cute and lewd you sounded for him. Then he solely dedicated himself to bounce you in his lap at this angle— one that kept you crying his name endlessly. 

           All his fingers were mindlessly traveling all over your body to keep you gasping and moaning and clenching and enjoying everything he offers you.

           “P-p-please—” you gasped out. 

           Harder, you want to tell Venti, because he’s being painfully gentle with how slow his thrusts become when your body is already willing to take so much more.

            Faster. Deeper. The words bounced around in your mind mockingly as you try to whine your way into getting him to understand them.

           Your body sharply twitched when he sunk his cock into you deeply at an alarming pace that your voice was broken when you wailed. Venti doesn’t know what you’re asking for, so he delivers everything he can offer to you. From his mouth latching to your nipples— biting, licking, and sucking on it when your breasts kept bouncing on his face so tauntingly. To his hand going down to rub your clit and to his hips as he gave another harsh thrust against you. All your please and wishes for him are already being granted and he won’t let a single one miss.

           There’s no pain as he pushes inside you, only the overwhelming pleasure is filling you up. It’s like your body was specially created for him with how snugly his cock rests inside you, and you almost whined when he pulled you out to begin thrusting because of how much you love the feeling of him inside you.

           The loud wail of pleasure you gasped within return tells him that whatever he did, he did it perfectly. You love every single thing he’s doing to you. All of his sensual touches and ministration are making your mind go all hazy, so lost that you could only think of him and his cock inside you.

           He can feel something building in your body, your core beginning to tighten around him, and you roll your head back as he continues to bounce you in his lap. Your back is arched so tightly that he worries that you’ll hurt yourself in this position if he fucks you any longer.

           Your breasts bounced each thrust he did sending your mind to go on cloud nine, seeing stars with how he keeps hitting that one spot as you wail loudly from the intensive pleasure. Venti watches your figure cautiously, trying his hardest not to shatter the moment, but he finds it impossible when all he can think about is how dangerously your head hangs, how he fears that it's going to roll off if he continues this vicious pace. 

           “[Name]…” His chest heaved when he said your name. “I love you,” his grip on your waist tightened, pace quickening with each thrust. “I want to fill you up— Moan my name, please. [Name], [Name], [Name]— I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much.“

           He can feel himself growing addicted to this feeling, of your wetness around his cock and of your body being so willing to accept him to his fullest. He continued admiring how your eyes are clouded and filled with lust. How your whole face is so erotic for him, your lips drawing out his name, begging to go faster and deeper into you.

           “Venti, Venti, Venti— Ah~!! Faster, deeper, please, I beg of you!! Oh god— I-I-“

           Nails gripping and scratching both on his shoulders and back, you desperately feel the need to steady yourself, a desire you indulged by wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. A particularly harsh thrust has you gasping out loud, one that sends your mind reeling, cloudy, and blurry. You heard a low groan from him when you harshly bit on his shoulder to muffle down your noises and it turned you on so much you began to feel the pressure inside you increasing.

           He feels the beginning of your orgasm before you warn him of it, your body going stiff right as your nails begin to dig into his back. You clamped your thighs around his waist to pull him closer and deeper to you, he continues fucking you, and this is what has you gasping when he pushes you to your climax with a single perfectly-aimed thrust. 

           “Venti, Venti, Venti—” His name falls from your lips like a chant, every repetition of his name louder with each utter left from your lips. “Right there— don’t stop— hng! Yes, yes, hah~ Venti—”

           You moaned his name as you cum around his cock, and it’s to this sensation that he finds himself being pushed over the edge, he tightened his hands where they hold yours so delicately as he pressed forward and buried his head in your neck, the world around him fading as he loses himself in the sensation of you.

           For a moment, everything went still.

           Your legs tensed around his waist, desperately holding onto your lover as if holding onto the moment. As if trying to savor the sensation of his cock spilling his hot seed into you like you can make it last longer by clinging onto him tighter— and neither of you moved.

           There’s only the sound of Venti’s heavy breathing and your muffled panting, both of your minds clouded by pleasure. Your body went limp and he catches you easily as he lets you lean against him to regain your energy. 

           Once you found the stamina to move, you hummed on his neck and lightly nibbled on it that caused him to softly chuckle. He let you do whatever you pleased while his fingers ran through your long hair that sticks on your sweating body. His head toppled backward, finding his eyelids growing heavier, which allowed you to gain more access to play with his throat using your mouth.

           You felt his esophagus vibrated and that’s when you know he was satisfied with your short and quick treatment. 

           “Venti~” You cooed, smiling as you kissed his nose. Then you went to peck his eyelids, to his cheek, forehead, and lastly to his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction with the sensation of your lips and breasts gently pressed against his. Your fingers then traced the diamond design marked on his chest, silently awing of how it lightly glowed whenever you touched it. 

           He was still inside you and you seem unaware of it. Maybe the slightest movement can make your whole body sharply twitch or even your walls tighten around his cock in surprise. As much as he’d love to do that and tease you, he kept himself still and just relished in how warm and tight you are taking his whole length even after the recent orgasm he’s done to you.

           Venti groaned when you began to pull out of him, his tired arms failed to keep you in place on his lap. Your whole face reddened at the realization that he was desperate to be inside of you, you quickly averted your gaze away from him and reached for your dress to cloth yourself.

           However, your hand stopped midway when he called your name. You looked over your shoulder and tilted your head. “Wear my shirt,” He told you under his draped arm that covered his eyes. “Your dress is too thin and it’s still raining.” He reasoned before you could ask.

           A small oh elicited from you. Your heart fluttered at the thought he was concerned for your wellbeing. You took the shirt from the ground and slipped your arms in the sleeves, your skin slightly warmed when the soft cotton covered your upper body. Your cheeks flared a bit when you took in the familiar scent lingering on this shirt. It reminded you of him though you faintly smelled something mildly bitter that you don’t recognize.

           Your nose scrunched up at the unpleasant scent despite how you can mostly detect the sweet fragrance of fresh cecilias in it. Venti motioned you to come to him, his eyes begging and arms spread out already welcoming you to be next to him. You sighed at his clingy antics yet smiled a bit in amusement at how cute he was.

           You grabbed his cape first before settling on his lap once again, ready to indulge him a bit with your affections. “Cover yourself first.” You reminded and draped the green coat to his front. “Hmm,” He snuggled on your hand and placed his head on your chest. 

           He drifted into consciousness, then back out. The world began to blur, and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his thoughts. A brush of a finger caressing his head momentarily brought him back to the outside world, but after a second he was once again lost. 

           The whole world felt so slow to him, and he tried to keep his eyes open, he really did, but it was too hard, and he was comfortable laying against you. Soon that was all that he was aware of: your soft skin embracing his cold body, the warmth of your arms wrapped around him. His eyes began to drift closed. He was blissfully unaware of what was going around him.

           Everything about him feels heavy from his arms to his feet. Hands absently holding your waist, closing his eyes one more time to enjoy the brief darkness as he muttered faintly against your chest,

           “Don’t leave me.”

 @genshin-idiot​

[albarrancabrera]

The Indestructible

By Federico Ferrari for Anna and Angel

I. Only by exposing oneself to the fragility of life can one see that something indestructible sustains it.

II. Life hangs, like a horizon line, between the celestial sphere and the dust cloaking everything. The line that divides earth from sky is neither earth nor sky.

III. We wander in search of salvation, of something that will save this moment, this gaze, this gesture, from nothingness. Without realizing that all of this, all this harrowing beauty, is not asking to be saved: it needs only to exist.

IV. Everything, in its fragility, manifests the indestructible.

V. The indestructible, though present everywhere and in each moment, becomes tangible only in a vision, an illumination. Only when the life form, shaking off everything that distracts it, becomes capable of deep attention; only when the long wait for a guiding image, something beyond any subjective, illusory imagining, materializes into a real figure, does life become destiny and does each thing take on unexpected meaning in the chiaroscuro sculpted by the light of an absent sun.

VI. The indestructible is neither inside nor outside of us: it is the boundary between us and the world, the skin of meaning granting us the certitude that we exist, that we are here—and that this here was waiting just for us.

VII. Each life form is always just a threshold waiting to be consumed by someone’s hand and gaze. To live on the threshold, consuming the form allotted to us is to grasp the meaning of life. Stopping short of that or imagining one can go further implies giving life some additional meaning that does not pertain to it.

VIII. Existence is, in its most naked moments, an experience of ecstasy, of emerging from the cramped, claustrophobic confines of the Ego. Ecstasy at seeing the wonder and horror of the world. Reaching ecstasy, reaching the moment when it all becomes clear, means nothing, changes nothing. Ecstasy is the pure amazement of a form that perceives itself as a form subject to infinite metamorphoses: a revelation of indestructible existence.

IX. Theoretisch gibt es eine vollkommene Glücksmöglichkeit: An das Unzerstörbare in sich glauben und nicht zu ihm streben. [In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: to believe in the indestructible within us and not strive toward it.]

X. Being happy is the meaning of life. Indestructible is its possibility. In theory, that is all there is to understand, but in practice... the flights of imagination that presume to elude the solid, unconquerable presence of every being, animate or inanimate, that comes between what we would like it to be and what it is; our desire to possess everything, to clutch it in our hands; and all foolish ideas leading us to believe that we must leave behind everyday life, the here and now, to reach an end point, a hidden core, a dio absconditus, a paradise lost, all of that, plunging us into illusion, makes this possibility of perfect happiness melt away.

XI. The meaning of life is not a theory, it is a practice. It is bestowed only through practice, by way of works, making the meaning visible, in and to all senses.

XII. When the world turns dark, when it all seems to vanish into the gulf of nothingness, we sometimes stumble over a gleam of sudden beauty. After tripping and sprawling, we get up and go on our way, with the immediate certitude that the world will not vanish—taking us with it. In that moment, in the wink of an eye, the indestructible bestows its image.

XIII. Watch, listen, keep silent, love, forget yourself, feel like a thing among other things and you will understand that nothing ever ends, that you are a perfectly completed work in your essential incompletion. You will perhaps have learned to live and die. You will have become indestructible.