Independent RP blog for an ORIGINAL CHARACTER . Established 2012 , with the main rule of Don’t Be A Dick . This blog is LOW - ACTIVITY & MUTUALS ONLY .
Multiverse & multimuse friendly , semi-multiship ( only with close friends )
* 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹 The name’s Whitney , THEY / HIM , I’ve been around the block a few times & I’m just a tired old man & am not fast , I ask for your patience & would love to be offered an egg during these trying times 🥚 I’m 25+ & love talking about dragons as well as space .
* 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹 Please have your age stated on your blog , as I will not follow if you are not 18+ , & am not very comfortable shipping with those that are not 21+ . This character is intended to be HORROR - BASED in nature , though not necessarily a constant theme on this blog .
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𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. @aevyternal , twenty - two, a french kiss.
𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. no half - measures. everything in excess, or not at all. she is guilty of this: when she opens, everything comes in a maddening rush. she has been alone for so long. this is no way for a girl to live. so, sephiroth is touched by another and she blooms outward, maybe looking for something, or desperate to take root in some seedbed, soft and yielding. laid before her, tender - skinned, and perhaps she would be flushed if all her flesh had not necrotized long ago, is a body willing to give itself to her, and completely. how can she face this? not with restraint.
kept for so long in complete sterility, with watchful eyes forever at her back and front, and a future carefully planned - for and managed by hands other than her own, there is still a novelty to this. it’s the childish sort, where she fumbles blindly with the delicate layers of ebony’s blouse and skirts until they are pushed aside and forgotten, all the while stifling tremors that threaten to unsettle not just her hands, but her entire body. colorless hair pours over them in a veil; it catches on pearly scales and flows over the exposed breast in a stream, but shields their faces from the outside; only the slightest slivers of moonlight slips between them, painting strips of ebony’s face milk - white and glowing.
sephiroth noses at the fantastical curve of the other woman’s neck, which smells, to her, of night - blooming jasmine. her lips are brought to the still carotid, and it remains frozen even as she peppers it with her affections. dead girls intertwine. they wrap around one another like the past season’s morning glories or wisteria vines, tangled and indistinguishable from each other, and if you tried to separate the two, both would break into an impossible number of pieces. it is a fear of separation that pushes them into their arms, where they are held tight and relentlessly. barely - there, a hum of satisfaction sits high in her throat as she kisses the junction between neck and shoulder once more, with more force this time, and a quick flash of teeth against the frigid skin.
against the jaw now, another lingering kiss, and an unsure hand grasps at a hip canted up and towards her. the bone feels fragile as an orchid as it fits against her thumb. for all the strength in ebony’s body, it will always pale in the face of her own: something that hangs over sephiroth and keeps her in constant fear of herself. the pad of her thumb traces the curvature of the joint as she kisses the spur of that sloping jawline. “ ebony —, ” her voice is little more than a breath, cold and brittle. it would take so little to shatter it. a kiss is pressed to the corner of that lovely mouth. their eyes do not meet, not even when she pulls back, for shyness seizes her in waves. “ i have missed this. ”
bleached eyelashes flutter. there is a knee between quivering thighs, arms draped over her back and urging her to get closer, and still, she is hesitant. the feeling of night - cold flesh against her palm, and the very sight of the skin bared underneath her, dotted with thumbnail - sized scales like moonstones— it is a shot to the frontal lobe. sephiroth reels. she is weak and impossible. lowering herself to her elbows, pressed into the sheets on either side of the woman’s head, their noses knock against each other as she leans in once more, not enough to hurt, but enough that it seems unintentional. a flush rages in high cheekbones. readjusting, she tries again, and when their lips meet, a beast rears its head. her desire is not beautiful. it is ugly and violent. it consumes all it touches. open - mouthed, she kisses ebony harder and deeper; the taste of her is on her tongue and in her stomach, and when a moan is smothered by the mouth on her own, her body feels as though someone had tossed it onto the burning pile.
forehead tipping into the other woman’s own, they break. the space between them is no more than the width of a line of spidersilk. “ — you. i’ve missed you, terribly. ” it’s gasped out and ragged, and so quiet that she can hardly hear it through the hammering of her virginal heart. her appetite yawns wide. this has done nothing to whet it; only worsen it, like cutting off the head of a fabled creature only for two to grow back in its place. how cruel, for her to have been made this way: insatiable. but the gods are not obligated to be fair in all that they do, so sephiroth bows her head and accepts her fate. she always does.
wordlessly, sephiroth haloes her arms around ebony, pulling the smaller woman closer, and closer still, until she's completely enveloped in her. a hand plays at the small of her back, thumb pressing into the indent of spine; quietly appraising the thrumming energy below the surface, and in someone so slight. she's positively bewitched.
It's immediate , the warmth that blankets her so wholly . Freely given , when often times there was a trepidation that often heralded every step , every breath , every act of the SOLDIER that breaks away from the constant madness if only to spend a moment together . She feels the gasp that drags itself into stagnant lungs , the skip of a tattered heart that barely holds a beat ( yet somehow it finds one within Sephiroth ) . Spaded tail coils lightly , clawed hands rising to lightly rest against abdomen , bracing , feeling the warmth that seeps into cool palms & the breath that Sephiroth takes filling her with a sense of calm that she would have never found elsewhere . A stolen moment of tranquility shared between them , hidden away from the prying eyes of the media & world that hounds the SOLDIER . This is their sanctuary , an Eden within each other's arms where the air falls still to witness their peaceful intimacies . Forehead tilts forward , pressing against chest with a faint smile that curls corners of painted lips , tail slowly wrapping around Sephiroth's legs with a quiet HUM that slips past lips to denote the happiness that settles within the aches bits of her soul . The lingering hands dipping lower to press to base of spine & base of tail draw a short inhale from her , eyes fluttering closed as the current of delight travels up the length of her spine , claws gently scraping the leather of clothing & prompting her to arch her back just enough to look up & meet vibrant verdant gaze with slight arch to her brow . Warmth pools between them , taloned hands now skating upwards to graze over exposed skin , resting at throat's pulse for the breadth of a second , before coming to cradle cheek within palm while other hand comes to rest upon the woman's shoulder .
❝ If I didn't know any better , I would have hazard a guess that you were trying to spirit me away like some long lost lover . ❞ She goes quiet then , padded thumb smoothing over sharp cheekbone as expression softens under the subtle intensity of Her gaze . Perhaps that is what they are , that within the chaos & desolation of a world that endlessly gorges on itself , they can break away from its iron grasp to reach & pine for each other . At least , it's what she'd like to believe .
❝ ──── Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad . ❞
There's something fascinating about her , while it was never spoken aloud within the presence of the other , it most certainly was caught within the lingering stares that were cast during intensive training , down the the mundane things such as reading a book . Sharp features that did little to hide the gentleness of expressions , the tenderness of a smile that at times extended towards those brilliant eyes of hers when they caught her staring ( did she feel the same when Ebony found her staring back in turn ? she could only hope ) .
Smaller body presses against hers as she once again suppresses a shiver at the thumb that remains at the indent of her spine , the exhale released sounding more akin to an enraptured sigh , tail gently brushing against the back of Sephiroth's calf with the gentle scrape of scales against leather .
Fate was cruel to give rise to such little hopes , but she found herself ruminating all the same . Were they not already shunted by the world , given no place to stand except beside one another ? Were they not both Eve & the Serpent , devouring from the same apple ( rotten girls , damned girls , blasphemous sinners already condemned ) ?
She tells herself that she does not dare dream .
Yet still , she hopes . She dreams .
I think a huge reason why I never really passionately talk about Eb is just because of prior experiences overall that I had with her, where some people told me that I just talked too much about her in a really mean way and it really ruined how I perceive or even talk about her. I feel like I get too annoying and maybe it's just too overwhelming and I end up taking silence to my talking about her as disinterest. It's very much a learned behavior where I don't even talk about her when people ask me about her and just deflect to talk about their character instead and I wish I didn't feel so much shame talking about Ebony's story along with her past.
Certain people ruined my love for her, and that's unfortunate but it's true. Granted those people are no longer in my life but those feelings remain and have permanently affected me. I used to talk about Eb a lot, I would make posts and drop lore bits and do all of these things, I would make whole AU's for her and everything that I wrote in as well.
I just wish I could unlearn that feeling of shame I feel when I do blast people with walls of text about her because I do feel like I get super yappy and can't stop and then I go on tangents that people probably can't follow. That's why I keep her small and likable, where I just use her as a character to further develop other people's stories that they want to delve into and just keep her own story to myself because I figure people don't necessarily want to see that side of Eb where like. Lmao she is very much a horror oc with her own lore.
idk I just want to feel comfortable talking about her again, which I'm working on so i'm extremely grateful for the people that allow me to do so.
❛ This is the fourth cup you've had without any sustenance to accompany it , ❜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 as valleys upon brow become more prominent . A peculiar woman with peculiar attributes , specifically one where she oft denied that something was at the forefront of her mind . Yet , they still press onwards .
Hand stills over the mug , the voice of winter coiling around the slender fingers that find themselves warmed by the heat of the beverage . There lies a stagnant beat within breast , scarred digits lowering themselves to the lip of the porcelain mug as she grows avoidant of their pointed gaze . Eventually , a faint smile touches corners of her lips . ❝ It's unlike you to worry about others , Vergil . ❞ The silence that follows weighs heavily with DISAPPROVAL , hearing the shift of fabric as the hunter leans forward ever so slightly in their seat .
Her smile falters then , dipping into something more neutral as eyes slip closed & exhale escapes her . He wasn't about to let this lie .
❝ Thinking about the past regrets , I suppose . ❞ Silvery gaze flicks aside towards the Devil with a softer smile . ❝ What of you , do you have any regrets ? ❞
