BLOOD SOAKED SIN

NEHELENIA OF KOVAbone queen everyone is a monster to someone, if you are so convinced i am yours, i will be it

[raadelma]

There are no monsters in the world, and no saints. Only infinite shades woven into the same tapestry, light and dark. One man’s monster is another man’s beloved.

Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch (via raadelma)

[carnagewrought-blog]

TIMESTAMP : late aries , 998 a.l. / dusk LOCATION : outskirts of kovan village STATUS : open to all

DEATH is not new to her , for she’s been soaked in the carnage , seeping blood and bone itself into her skin to survive. Her kingdom is wrought with it , something those who do not know , those who do not see , have believed to her her entirely . Perhaps she was to blame , perhaps she’d had a hand in burning flesh from bone , from causing screams to erupt from village to village . She , a wicked witch who’d succumbed to torment and torture of the very same people who’d lived beneath her rule . She , the same woman who’d once shone as brightly as the sun . However , it was not hers to call her own any longer . No , that crown , forged from kissed sun rays and the effervescent shine that came with it , now belonged to another . A failed prophet , a murderer , they’d whispered her name as she’d rode through the village with her head held high . Mighty stead , white as the snow coated mountains , trudging through the once iced over man built roads . She was a vision of anger , of a rage that swelled so deeply in her heart that she seemingly allowed it to swallow her whole. Eyes black , a demon of the woods they’d called her . Unruly mane to match that of her reputation , black furs adorning her shoulders as her narrow gaze had lingered much too long upon the crowds that looked upon her with fear . As if merely a reminder of the hold she’d had over them , as if to remind them that she was there , ready to show the cruelty that they’d believed her to have without so much as the lift of a finger . 

Her stead carries her through village , past the outskirts and into the wooded forest , one of the last unscathed sanctuaries she’d left . If not for her sentiments towards the forest , born within the trees and knowing nothing but the dirt below her feet for comfort , she’d have ridded the country of it long ago . Yet , the pull had always seemed to bring her back .  Once a year as if to remind herself , as if to stabilize the woman she was now , to merge her with the woman she once was . A prophet to the people , a would be martyr for a cause she’d grown to love . For a cause she’d watched rip itself from her grasp , as if the gods themselves had sensed she’d carried nothing but the devil inside her . She slides with ease from atop white stallion , the last remnants of purity in which she’s left . Earth beneath her crunches as footfalls come into contact with a mixture of snow and branches . A slow breath inhaled , exhaled mere moments later as she watches her breath infect the air around her . The one living thing in which she couldn’t bring herself to drain , the one living thing in which she’d needn’t dare disrupt . Heavy lids fall across eyes as she repeats breaths , careful as palm runs over the coarse hairs of her horse . Footfalls startle her , a silence disrupted as brows furrow and she feels bones grow rigid. Her vocals are nothing if not stern , a reminder of who she was would surely do . “ Some may say it brave to stumble upon your queen whilst in thought . “ Her tongue acts as swiftly as a viper , lashes fluttering open as blackened hues find themselves aligned with her visitor . “ I perhaps find it a fools game. “

[waadtariq]

in my dreams, we’re always together and there are no odds stacked against us there are no wars, no fights and tragedy doesn’t stand between us there is only you, knuckles on my cheeks there is only me, palms to your neck just us and we are at peace and that is all that needs to be said.

in my dreams, we’re together | wt. (via waadtariq)

[carnagewrought-blog]

camillepaol‌:

DATE: Aries, 998 A.I LOCATION: Bone Fortress; random hallway AVAILABILITY: closed for @carnagewrought

The Bone Fortress always put the princess on edge. She didn’t understand why her brother preferred this place over their kingdom in Paol, especially when you compare the perpetual winters here to the bright summer days in their home country. No matter how many times Camille visits this kingdom she always feels like there’s this hollow emptiness to the country, this cold that chills her to her bones. It makes her sad to see her brother here. Victor, who shined as bright as the sun, shouldn’t be tucked away in a palace as dark and lonely as this. He should be with her and Daphne— 3 elements ruling side by side. He should be waking up to the sound of the ocean. He should be going out and coming back two shades darker. He should be able to run along the sandy shores until duties pull him back to the palace. 

The more times she visits this place, the more times she fears she’s truly losing her brother. When he left Daphne had whispered into her ears– he won’t be returning, we don’t need him anymore– but she ignored it in hopes that her brother just needed some time to himself. Now, after seeing him again for god know how many times, she had a murmur in the back of her brain telling her maybe Daphne was right. She wanted to deny it so badly, so she had set out to seek her brother’s company and talk to him about her worries.

Sadly, Camille hadn’t realized how dark the hallways became after the sun set, and just how big the palace was. She had stumbled down the hall, trying to make out some shapes that were familiar to her, but everything just seemed to be a blur. Finally, she saw some movement up ahead and decided to call out to whoever had been the source of the movement.

“Victor?”

Light illuminates the shadows in a way that causes her stomach to coil , that allows her restless nature to grow hostile. Camille , for all her delicate nature , was nothing but a nuisance , a simply side effect to having Victor at her side . He’d adored her , it was evident . Nehelenia , however , couldn’t have remained more passive towards the Paol princess , their shining diamond. How brightly she glittered against the shadow soaked halls of the Bone Fortress . Inkling of jealousy was lost upon the woman , replaced merely with a bitter longing to drown out the simple naivety in which she was sure Camille had come accustomed to. To never lift a finger , to glide in silks and fabrics sewn together from the stars themselves with such ease , it was a lifestyle in which Nehelenia had never known. For , she was forged from the earth , had clawed her way through corpses and bloodshed if only to find herself sat upon a throne with no one at her side . 

Her curiosity gets the best of her , the soft footfalls of the princess echo just enough for Nehelenia to become aware. She’s spent centuries within the solitude of her castle , to believe her oblivious of the happenings within it would be foolish . Black silk adorned with thickened white furs glide behind her , she makes no ghost of her presence . Hadn’t she always been the monster within the wings , always one simply gesture away from murder , from anger . She steps , the softened vocals of the girl stirring nothing short of blatant discomfort within her . It’s her deepened oxblood adorned lips that curl into a something wicked , face contorting into the queen in which they’d all believed her to be . Kingdoms had risen and fallen , her own being no exception , and she’d had the hold upon it to make it so . She , the tyrant queen , the one queen , the blood bringer .She’d watched blood fall from the skies as if it were rain and relished in it . 

Sharpened tongue glides against teeth before she speaks , tone low and laced with a venom reserved for the princess herself. She’d allowed her to remain here without so much as a finger raised at her if only for Victor , if only to appease her most loyal . Yet, within the confides of a darkened hallway , she could allow demonic intentions to unfold , forge figure into the devil as if to eat away at the would be angel. “ He’s retired for the night. “ Teeth bared , yet her vocals are liquored with a menacing softness in which she plays into all too well . As if the wolf come to find it’s next meal . “ I’d suggest you do the same , however it seems you’ve found yourself comfortable enough to roam when I believe I’ve made it quite clear –– “ She closes gap between them , sharpened talon resting with pressure beneath the girls chin. “ That you only breath because I will it so , you only exit your room because I speak it into existence. Do not mistake it for free will . “ 

[carnagewrought-blog]

ploutonis‌:

♇ TIME & PLACE: late in the Last War, the Bone Fortress ♇ STATUS: restricted to @carnagewrought

Something stale and heartrending hangs heavy in the atmosphere; it is a sharp scent, one that is at once unfamiliar and unmistakable. It buries itself in Magnus’ throat, makes a home there, flanked by a confession that he will never give and an apology that will never matter. He will carry it until their universe collapses, flinging his home and hers into the most distant of galaxies, just meaningless bits of bloodied shrapnel, wretched fragments undeserving of forgiveness. He will carry it until they are swallowed by the gaping maws of ancient black holes, their hunger even more consuming and primordial than Cosmos herself. He will carry it after then, too. He will never put it down. He will never be able to so long as a single shard of his being exists somewhere among the stars. He will never have the privilege.

Even so, he knows that he must press forward, through the gore blanketed upon the Bone Fortress’ throne room like snow: brittle bones crunching underfoot, dried rivulets of blood and ribbons of decaying flesh, grotesque accoutrements for a grotesque queen. The scene before him is enough to bring any man to his knees, heaving his innards onto the tile, but Magnus continues on because he must, even as his gut twists in helpless disgust. This is a mess of his own creation, moreso than it is Jove’s or Persia’s or even Nehelenia’s. It may have been them to deal the killing blows to this infantry, to slice them open and tear them apart, but it was he who took Kova’s revolution and turned it into a slaughter. It was he who trespassed a family and broke the world.

A shortsword—from a Paolish forge, he guesses, from the ornate hilt—sticks out of a wide pillar like a sore thumb; its blade is bathed in a deep crimson, the remnants of some poor soul now splattered messily against stone. He grasps it with shaky hands and pulls it free with ease. His heart may be soft, weak, but he is a formidable opponent in a duel, and if he must, he will be the one to strike down Kova’s tyrant queen. This is something that he has made his peace with, and so he presses forward, duty carrying him and a sword that is not his reluctantly toward a skeletal figure bathed in shadow, perched atop a throne she no longer seems to fit. He does it because he must. He does it because there is no other way this war can end.

SHE SNARLS, a monster cloaked in darkness, who draws power from the moonlight as if it’s her cathedral. This wreckage is hers and hers alone , how she revels in it. Standing amongst the dead , strong stench of death wafting its way towards her as she inhales it, as she basks in it. She was destruction , a reckoning. They do not breathe , do not speak , if she does not allow it. A comfort in her own silent solitude , her own ravenous heart , was enough. No beauty remained in her madness , sharp teeth bared for the man who’d found himself brave enough , foolish enough , to invade her person. Laughter echoes , it’s hollowed and frightening , more a cackle , released to mock , to torment. “ Do not make a fool of yourself , Magnus. “ Her vocals bellow , hoarse and as rough as sandpaper as it cracks unto the night. 

Had they not lost already , had she not shown them how a woman kills , how a queen rules ? Crown so deeply intertwined within her unruly raven black locks , matted in her madness . There’s no light beneath her skin , no spark of hope nor mercy. In its place is a terror , a bloodthirsty rage . She’d tasted power , she’d tasted sorrow , and she’d chosen to rule if only for a moment with the former . Fear , it had seemed , was something in which she could grip , something physical she could see in every trembling lip, cracked voice , and beg for mercy. She’d little of it left. For , no one had shown her child such a thing. No one had the heart to keep her child , her flesh and blood , from laying lifeless beneath the grip of a man. Unworthy of her forgiveness , undeserving of her love and admiration , of her praise. 

Her gaze narrows in , predator carefully studying its prey as she watches every move. Nails dig into throne before she feels feral teeth gnash together. The blood spilled upon the marble , the flesh that lay paper thin against corpses so broken she was sure they were now unable to be identified. Unable to tell limb from limb , she’d watch as they’d rotted and in turn find nothing but a deepened sense of pleasure from it. She was bred for war , raised within an army that battle had become much like a second skin, weapons acted much like an extra limb. It’s with careful curiosity that she reaches for sword, ornate in it’s handle, it had been Aleksander’s after all. She bites, nips at the opportunity to slice flesh that hides his throat from the world and wonders if only for a moment if his blood would run as beautifully as the others had. 

Rising from the comfort of her throne , rightfully earned , there’s a demon that takes over her. A moment where her moss green hues flicker into nothing but a deepened shade of black. She was as wild as the wolves , as unpredictable as the winds that whistled through the pine trees, or the ice cold oceans that beat the rocks and shores. “Take a step closer and I’ll have your head.” She spits, an air of fury crawls down her spine. Her words are poison, and she’d allow herself to watch them leak into his pores, seep into his veins and swallow him whole. 

[de-morte]

My heart was always a war, bloodied beats asking for a respite, in the arms of a knifelike cold.

Channing M (via de-morte)

[carnagewrought-blog]

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CHARACTER FEELINGS PROMPT | ACCEPTING

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carnagewrought-blog]

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CHARACTER FEELINGS PROMPT | ACCEPTING

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carnagewrought-blog]

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CHARACTER FEELINGS PROMPT | ACCEPTING

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carnagewrought-blog]

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CHARACTER FEELINGS PROMPT | ACCEPTING

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carnagewrought-blog]

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CHARACTER FEELINGS PROMPT | ACCEPTING

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carnagewrought-blog]

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CHARACTER FEELINGS PROMPT | ACCEPTING

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[carnagewrought-blog]

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CHARACTER FEELINGS PROMPT | ACCEPTING

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I would protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[neheleniamock]

THEY SCREAM CONQUEST ; You watch your dreams die. You promised something beautiful, but your hands have never known how to hold such elegance.  You know nothing but nightmares now, a haunting scream echoes in your lungs and so you prefer the silence. He’d tore you limb from carnage wrought limb, moulded a monster from a once promising warrior. He took credit for your fear, for your malice. What wicked tongues did he speak, what false prophets did he swear by?  THEY SCREAM WAR ; You ride in on a blood stained stallion, unable to be the  messenger in which they so helplessly yearn for. You, the woman behind the man who burns their homes, who slits their skin and watches blood rivers run red. He slaughters women, children, men and you stand at his side, a queen sat upon a throne built from their skulls and marrow. THEY SCREAM FAMINE ; Starvation, oppression, they’ll never know luxury again. They believe you rule with an iron fist. They bleed because you do too. Never daring to dream, for their queen is only visited by nightmares. They live in seclusion, damned to a life of suffrage because you say so. It’s easier that way, to continue on terror you helped create. You cannot fix what is not broken, you cannot ache for what you do not feel. THEY SCREAM DEATH ; The last thing they see before a white shining light is your teeth, bared and ready for battle. You, a deliverance of evil. It’s your last and final gift to them. In death’s nimble fingers, they are set free. Your grip is loosened from around their neck, the noose in which you tied so tightly, released. They relish in the art of dying, find peace in it. You only wish one day, when this is all over and you’ve found a silent solace. Your grief eats away at you, once sun soaked flesh now decaying, damaged, deathly. 

[carnagewrought-blog]

mariusgalle‌:

His features were inscrutable in the dim light as she approached him. One leg was crossed over the other, while his chin rested firmly against a balled fist. Marius looked utterly bored and unbothered at first glance; however. Upon closer inspection, one could observe how his countenance changed as soon as Nehelenia stood before him, eager and curious. How it softened. Peace took over every sharp angle of his face. His body, too, expressed everything that words wouldn’t be able to in that moment – his posture was relaxed. Welcoming even. As dangerous as it was, he wasn’t afraid of this one. Not of her poison nor of her fangs. No, it was definitely quite the opposite – he wanted her.

“Not what, Hel,” Marius commented almost chidingly, shaking his head as if to punctuate his point. There was something razor sharp about these words, emphasized by the calm and cold way they left him, like every letter was smooth yet wrapped around an edge. They cut his own throat, unforgiving. A smirk threatened to show on his shapely lips, wry and imbued with fleeting amusement, though he was able to restrain it in time. He sat up properly for her, albeit slowly. There was no haste to his movements. He removed her hand from his nape, only to hold it close to his mouth. He placed a brief, reverent kiss on top of it, then on the ring which hugged his index finger. The one she’d given him. His gaze was surging with something primal, a challenge, as they bore into the tarnished green of her own.

“It’s who. I’ll tell you.”

Then he did what very few, if none, would dare to do – he pulled her into his arms and lifted her up onto his lap in an act of desire and arrogance, so that she was straddling him.

On the outside and definitely to strangers, Marius Galle looked like the perfect gentleman. In fact, he even behaved like one, as it was part of his enigmatic masquerade – a façade to hide what truly lured underneath those steely grey eyes, that charming smile. Jasper had taught him well in that regard.

With Nehelenia however, he’d learned that he didn’t need to pretend in front of her. He didn’t understand what she saw in him or why she was willing to accept him as he was, but he also didn’t question her reasons. In return, he saw her for what she was, too: A cruel and deeply tragic beast. He made an appreciative hum low in his throat as he considered her. Mine.

“Not quite as near as I had anticipated it, but I have to admit that I’m rather enjoying this view right now. Disappointed?” He tipped his head quizzically.

His hands cause nothing short of electric currents to arise within her veins, a soft purr escaping her lips at his words. Hips rest easy against that of his own as she adjusts into a comfortable agony. Always wanting more, aching to feel intertwined with him so much so that even their flesh had gotten in the way. How she’d longed to rip into his chest and make a home beside his heart, beating willingly for her. She but a taute heart string that yearns to be plucked by his slender digits, if only to feel something.

Her head dips down if only for a moment, veil of black locks thin enough to see his chiseled jawline, how his eyes seemingly sparked a deepened shade of grey within the pools of moonlight. It’s with ease in which Nehelenia speaks, a hoarse whisper between two lovers. A secret, a sin. “Never when you are by my side.” It’s possession that overcomes her. He is hers, and hers alone. Moments stolen within an emptied kingdom. “Never.” She’d fallen into bed, had felt his hands on every crevasse and curve that her body had offered. For he had been her altar, and she’d willingly allowed herself to bend the knee. Their infatuation had bordered on an obsession, all consuming lust –– she’d been foolish once, to be in love –– it would not happen again. A reminder, a mantra.

Perhaps she simply couldn’t help herself, for in his presence it was liquid she’d found herself drowning in. To uproot an empire, to build a home, to forge a hole in his heart that had been reserved for her and her alone. It was all things in which she’d yearned to do, in which she’d ached to. She was a beastly woman, a vision of rage and ruin, capable of a destruction in which he’d surely seen first hand. Yet, she’d found herself diving within the depths of hell that she’d taken note of within his gaze. Had found herself falling prey to bounds. If he was as cold as the moon above, then she’d surely been as ravenous as the wolves that howl for their saviour, for their untouchable love.

“You bring me nothing but –– “ And she pauses, words caught within her throat as lips part slightly if only to find refuge, vicious and hungry, against the corner of his own. It’s taunting, teasing, as her nimble digits curl around his garments. “Hunger.” Nothing but a feral creature that howls within her chest, nothing but a craving for his touch, for the feeling of his flesh to writhe against her own. It was foolish, to love so blindly, to need so deeply. Yet, she’d tried to feign any desire towards him, had attempted to put every thought of his lips against her skin out of her mind. With no avail. He’d intoxicated her as much as any mead or liquor could, more than she’d anticipated. “Nothing but a feeling most vile, and yet –– “ Lips trail, chaste kisses peppering his jawline before allowing her teeth to nip at his softened skin.

Her softened palm –– bloodstained to her kingdom and yet as pale as she in actuality –– find a home, a warmth, against his cheek. Thumb mindlessly grazing against the point of his cheekbone. “I wish to never be parted from you –– “ Her serpentine tongue allows words to slip seamlessly into the evening, glimmering green hues studying his if only for a moment before she continues. “You are every nightmare, every damned and wicked thing within this world, within me –– ” She inches slightly, chest pressed against his in a longing they both knew well. Lips, laced with a hunger, crash against Marius’, gnashing her hips into his own. A breath escapes her, speaking unto the nonexistent space that lays between them, against his mouth. “You are mine.” Another kiss, delivered with a want so deep Nehelenia swears she can feel it within her core. “And I yours.”

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DRABBLE PROMPT | ACCEPTING––  J O I N  M E  / a drabble about my character giving your character an offer 

In the end, there had been nothing but blood stained bone and wreckage. She’d seen to it, had felt as the winds themselves ceased to exist within the snow ridden mountains. For, no one was to breath, no one was to feel so much as their beating heart if she herself did not permit it so. Swathed in furs, crimson coats the ends, familiar scent of rust finding itself invading her senses. She’s grown accustomed to it, the stench of death that manages to follow in her wake. If it was not the fresh carcasses of the children in which she’d failed to save from their now ashen remnants, it was the foul reminder that their charred flesh had touched that of her own. She, a pristine being, once as lowly as them. Once as hopeful as them. How they’d seen her, a girl with such poise, hair wild within the winds and their eyes shone, bright with the promise of a better tomorrow as she’d watched their homes burn, as she’d heard their screams echo. 

Scorned, her own blood, hidden ichor laying within, now courses through veins. Bubbling, seething, aching with a hunger in which she cannot seem to sedate. Her own madness hidden beneath the guise of a war driven queen. The promise of a woman who’d burn cities to the ground if only to make way for a better home to lay rest there tomorrow. It’s with Aleksander’s memory plaguing her, taunting her as if he whispers into her ears that she will destroy them, that she will destroy herself. Yet, she seeks no comfort in the emptied throne room, but rather finds solace within the confides of strategies, murals painted against cloth adorning the walls. Here, she’d thought, here is where they’d fallen in love, where she imagined others would tell stories of how they’d plotted the demise of a country together, or perhaps simply where the wicked witch seduced the once bright king and drew him into her darkness. For, no one trusted women adorned in armour. A woman in power, to them, she’d wondered, was something to fear

Her company, Jove and Persia, and their unwavering loyalty, had done nothing but cause Helen to delve further. To find an anger within her bones, lonely and echoing for the daughter lost and the love slain. War, it had seemed, left no room for love. War was bloodshed and hunger, it was watching cities burn if only to ache to scream into a void at the edge of the woods. If this is what the gods had wanted, if they’d sought to mould her into a monster, then so be it. Where she was once soft, a girl whose dreams encapsulated beauty itself, she had grown rigid, a reckoning upon the world itself. Maternal instinct to forge flames in the name of her daughter. Her darling, her dearest, her dead. 

It’s with these hungry eyes, these tired eyes, heavily lidded in which she manages to focus upon Cedric. Her confidant. It puzzles her if only for a moment, that when she speaks he ceases to engage. Perhaps the paranoia had begun to eat away at her decaying flesh, once glistening now reflective of nothing but the moonlight. She was sure he had known her better than she’d ever known herself. Had stood by her side as she’d spoke of false promises and in turn, had lied alongside with her unbeknownst. Had she dragged a man, a god, into the depths of her hell so far that his would be wings had been scorched by the flames she’d brought to life herself?  The black hearted Blood Bringer, they’d called her. Their tyrant queen. The woman who’d make it rain blood if she could only sit back and watch as others became drenched in her sins. Jawline tightens, his silence speaks more than he ever could. It echoes, filling the room with a coldness in which Helen could scarcely imagine. 

“What say you, Cedric?” She rises, a strength ridden figure of darkness, lithe digits now drumming against tabletop as gaze slices through air as if daggers. How she wishes to dig into his flesh, a desire to see blood trickle down his throat if only to teach him a lesson. There’s a growlbiting at her cheeks as it claws its way up past her throat. To keep an impatient woman waiting, to make a queen even fathom the idea of begging. “Where would you like to be when this is over ? You’ve sworn fealty to me once before, found yourself enamoured by the vision in which we’ve both shared so well.” A vision in which had never saw the destruction of a nation, the hunger of its people, the corruption of its crown. “Will you, or will you not, stand beside me once more?” Arched brow, her heart aches to beat against hollowed chest. For he had known her when the world was still bright, when their futures were sealed to be written in history books as something to be celebrated. Now, however, she’d found herself down a darkened path, a vengeful , iron fist replacing the once gentle open palm. A girl who saw beauty in florals and song had been replaced with a woman who’d seen to eradicate all that came with such things. 

It’s with a steady gaze that she studies him, watches the twitch in his lip at her words and hears the sunken gulp that emits from his throat. 

“Speak.” The tone is rough, hoarse in delivery as she feels the rage catch ahold of every world that slides from her tongue with an unforgiven fury. Hand, with one swift movement, slices through thickened air to topple over goblets that sit dormant upon table top. She prays they flinch, prays that the entirety of them beg for forgiveness. “When I offer you something such as this, I’d advise you to make the right decision, Cedric. As Jove has, as Persia has. Are you not as capable as them, do you find your heart to be softened for justice?” Her words are likened to venom, a catapult into a silence struck room as she takes steady strides towards him. “I assure you, they know whose side is the right one in this war. Do not make a fool of yourself, or of me.”