Her hands slide against his skin, pressing at muscles and dragging against fat.
Cal's face is bright white, flushed against Mare's inspection of his body. It's curious, searching, and insanely slow. It drives his brain up a wall, alights his spine and churns a deep fire in his stomach.
Those brown hands dance up his torso, brace against his pectorals, then slide up along his neck to twirl and tug into the hair pressing against his neck. It's grown too long for his taste, it gets in his face and revolts against his attempts to pin it back. Cal comes more and more tempted to sheer it all off by the day.
But then Mare's fingers are wrapping through it, twirling the locks around her fingers and giving gently tugs that smart ever so slightly against his skull and knock his brain out of place. His breaths come out airy and his chest shudders. His fingers twitch against her thighs framing his hips, pressing into rich brown skin that vibrates with barely contained electricity.
Her fingers deftly pass over his jaw, brushing against the stubble coming in. Then light sparks cause his lips to twitch as she pulls her thumb along his bottom lip. They must be deep gray, he can feel the blood flushing his face as his heart thumps quickly in his chest. Especially as she leans forward, brushing her own lips against his jaw.
He pants as she moves back down to his neck, mouth ghosting along his skin. Her hands drag back down his torso, taking his hips firmly and letting sparks dance along the nerves.
His legs twitch and jerk, his lower abdomen muscles tensing. He moves his own hands up along her to work out the residual electric pulses. His hands ghost along her breast, then along her shoulders before pressing fingers into the lean muscle lining her arms. Freckles dust along nearly every inch of her, condensing along her shoulders, before running up her neck to form a galaxy along her checks.
They bunch around her nose, stark against the deep reddish brown of her flushed face.
Mare takes to flicking at his nerves with small sparks as she continues her exploration of his body, he jumps and pants against each particular jolt along his muscles. She settles over his pectorals and giggles childishly as they jerk lightly against the stimulation.
"Oh, is this funny to you?" He asks lightheartedly, he feels lightheaded and his pupils must be absolutely blown wide.
She grins, bearing sharp canines, and he feels his heart seize beneath it, blood rushing through his body. Then she's dragging those electric hands up and along his shoulders, before sweeping back to his neck and wrapping those quick fingers into the hairs at the back of his neck. The soft jolts against his brain-stem should terrify him, should dislodge the primal instincts still ingrained in them and have him jerking away. Instead he lulls against, whimpering as her mouth presses at his jaw, those electric currents flooding her body splitting along the mentalis muscles.
"Maybe just a little," She says, breath brushing against his ear, then a mischievous jolt finally does have his brain snapping back into place as she leans back, and he frowns up at her. She smiles broadly down at him, checks and shoulders absolutely flushed, they make the dark freckles stand out broader.
A single, electric finger presses right above his naval, than slowly drags up his body in a slow path. His muscles twitch, jerking beneath her slight touch.
He arches beneath her softly, hips bracing against the mattress to press his torso up into her touch. The arch of red, of early dawn light, cutting across his exposed throat. Her finger dipping into the drop off at the top of his sternum, then it travels up along his neck, ghosting over his adam's apple and through the blazing line.
Cal falls way beneath her, letting his brain slip completely into the sensation of her ability splitting gently along his muscles. Happy to loll into her touch as she explores his skin at her leisure well into the rising morning and the soft shift into the noon.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Even my mother could not cut the memory away. Even she could not make me forget, no matter how I begged her to. I wanted her to take the pain from me, and she tried so many times. Instead, it always got worse." - Maven Calore, King's Cage, pg.170
or
Maven Calore drowns in his grief and asks his mother to remove his love for a dead boy.
Fun tag game idea: say something that most of your followers wouldn’t actually know
I’ll start first: I am actually married. Irl. I have a husband. I know it’s surprising considering the Tumblr spouses, but my husband thinks it’s funny.
One of my ear canals are notably smaller than the other. It makes it harder to clean, and it kinds hurts sometimes, but otherwise it has no effect on my life and I didnt even realize until a few months ago.
I unironically thought undertale took place in hell. I didn't figure that out until at least four years of knowing the game existed, when a friend was speaking about the game and I mentioned that. As it turns out, "the underground" is in fact, just a place underground.
When I was 13 I used to go to the master bedroom and hide my parents' lube. I didn't steal it for myself or anything, I just threw them behind their dresser because I really hated the possibility of getting another sibling and that was the best way I could think of preventing that.
@simplystarrysky @mrblackhaironthestreet + open tags (i didn't realize that's something people specify? i always assume open tags)
that last one is incredibly funny! I'll follow your format lol
three random facts:
1) i once stole a weed-related product from right behind an empoyees back and i had to go in my tiptoes to reach over a transparent plastic divider to get it. i have never been caught and that might be my riskiest sticky-fingered stunt yet. i keep a mental catalogue of surveillance in stores, on streets, etc. oh and for some reason i tend to sneak up on people unnoticed even though I don't mean to and it seems crazy sometimes -- like I'll be in steel-toed boots and embodying a large sillhouette and regardless only be noticed when I'm within like 3 feet of someone. this is of course an incredibly funny nature to employ for sibling-scaring purposes and trickery.
2) i have known my partner since we were 6 years old, longer than I've known my own sibling. she has seen the absolute worst of me and the best. she has helped me survive innumerable times. and though we have our problems, i am so lucky and glad to have her in my life. she is the only person who can make me laugh with little effort. being in her company makes me feel at home no matter where we are or what we're doing.
3) i have managed to gain around 20lbs give or take within approximately 3 months (though i suspect i am losing some of the weight unfortunately due to stress and the other factors that make it difficult for me to eat properly... I'm hoping I'll correct course on that by mid-July and am looking to gain another 5-10 lbs from my starting weight along with the existing 20lbs i may have lost some of. also my new brand of protein powder is total garbage and i will never get it again, I'm going to go back to the one i liked before hopefully even if it's on the pricier side)
2. I planned the murder of a girl who hurt my bestie when I was in 1st grade with said bestie, we even thought about how to get rid of the evidence {cut the corpse up, burn it in the shady ass peice of land near our houses and launch the remains in a homemade firework}
3. I like to make things that remind me of my friends but I'm usually too scared to show it to them ;-;
1.) uh last year i was the global eighth (between fifth and tenth anyway since its hard to judge skill) best player of a game (between 50-60k players at the time)
2.) i accumulate various things that i love inexplicably and they currently include a sloth plushie, a turtle on a necklace, a ring that is plain metal with black flame on the sides (its also like seven or eight years old) a green hoodie/jacket and several other knicknacks
3.) idk im not v interesting but ig i very much like physical affection? or I am actually pretty good at archery?
1. I used to kayak a lot as a kid with my parents. Basically my whole summer as a kid was at the lake just kayaking or stand up paddle boarding
2. Despite what many might believe at one point i was really religous and went to church every sunday with my dad and even gor confirmed into the church (methodist version of chosing jesus since we get bapistized as infants)
i make (semi) profesional jewelery out of mineral stones(ametyst, hematite, agate...)
i have a double nationality (i ain't telling what countries but i guess you can figure it out...)
my parents forced me to do extra english classes when i was like 7 i hated it but now im really glad
tag list (ask to be added or removed): @gus-offical @ihavenoconsistentinterests @mossinmytea @obsesseddemonlord-offical @coffee--spill @nelly-rebellyyyyy @playlist-offical @timelinesjwriter @random-indian-girl @ashyd-shy @the-one-and-only-piper-offical @lovesflourmorethananything @crows-are-cool09 @rainbowkessem @imightbeafaerie-official-offical @wesperfaerie @queerbookbitch @sicklyvicktorianboy @algae122 @carthyanstar + You
if i wear glasses meant for my prescription i get a headache, so i always wear low prescription ones unless i'm going to a concert or doing something that will be more fun if i can see far away
i've only gotten two haircuts in the past 4 years and both of them were just trims so my hair is about hip length now.. i get a lot of comments and people asking me if i'm going to cut it (tbh i want to, i just can't find a good reference picture)
in 3rd grade i found a bunch of graphic novels that were actually shakespearean plays (i didn't even know who shakespeare was i thought it was the brand 😭) and i was obsessed with reading them at the time for some reason?? my favorite was as you like it
Ok mine is not that fun but. I’m lactose intolerant.
I also have an addiction to dairy, so, figure that out.
Ummm I also used to have a pixie cut! I’ve been growing my hair out for like, I think 4 years now? I do miss her every once in a while. Having a pixie is such a fun experience and so is growing it out
@pidge-the-pigeon @lowlifespender @maveleina @mvsevales + open tags :)
i talk a lot about my personal life on this blog so i guess there’s not much i can share, but i can add details to stuff my mutuals alr know
so i got married as soon as my husband and i were of legal age to marry—i was 4 months pregnant then. i got through uni, got my license to practise nursing, and gave birth to my youngest child before landing my first job as a bedside nurse
but i’ve worked multiple part time jobs prior to working bedside. my favorite part time job was at a hotel clinic <3
i’ve only ever had two aspirations my whole life: astronaut or healthcare worker. healthcare won out in the end :)
and one thing my mutuals don’t know is that i’m about to schedule myself for nipple surgery because my youngest child has started to bite me whenever i breastfeed
tagging @lucy-the-cat, @aerticent, @maveleina + open tags/anyone else who wants to join!
I have bipolar disorder not otherwise specified, which is like, a mild bipolarity that's not super visible but interferes enough with my meds to be a problem 😵💫
Open tags, ig @drewtanakagf @dustofsilvera @bruised-punk @northernember and @ball-of-butter
Thanks for the tag! I don’t really know what to say, I feel like I’m a pretty open book but this looks fun so I have a partial mitral valve prolapse, so like one of my heart valves doesn’t like close all the way so sometimes the blood like returns or like doesn’t fully pump (that’s how my doctor explained at least), and I really like dipping French fries into vanilla ice cream :)
So I’ll tag people now @northernember @dustofsilvera @brideofsamos
The stench of blood hangs in the air
Swiftly rotting as it burns
I hang with it, and so does Mare
Ashes churning in the urn
It seeps into my every step
Dripping softly on the stone
Running down into the depths
That whisper of how I’m alone
The monster in me says it just
For we will all do as we must
As we need, and cannot cede
To what we could’ve once believed
And let the chance now slip us by
Because we didn’t think to lie
The stench of rot creeps through the air
Swiftly choking those who’ve learned
That it is better not to care
For those who all were better burned
It comes for those who’ve finally left
A demise that will be all their own
A finely chiseled, sharpened cleft
For those who will not have my throne
The monster in me says it best
For I can’t let them think me less
Then we need, and cannot cede
To what we will not once believe
And let the chance now slip us by
Because I didn’t think to lie
I say it loud and claim it proud
For if I don’t, they’ll make me bow
To what they say will make me best
That I know will make me less
Than what I want, than what I sought
That in the end, will get me caught
In what I never meant to be
A loser, weak eternally
The monster in me knows what’s best
That will not let them think me less
Knows what I need, and will not cede
To what she wants me to believe
And let the chance now slip me by
Because I wouldn’t dare to lie
@nortaeventcouncil
Man of My Word
By Maven Calore
I’m a man of my word
When I want to be
A man of my word
If it suits my needs
A man who spins lies
And never lets them bleed
Ever-present in the guise
Of all he must believe
I lay my terms in ink
And sketch the price in blood
The paper growing thin
The pen worn to the nub
A hand reached between the bars
Always burning with the ache
That it might never see the stars
Shining bright above his gaze
I’m a man of my word
When I want to be
A man of my word
If it lets me scheme
A man who spins lies
In ever-constant glee
No matter how in vain
In the end, it all seems
I watch you leave and clutch you tight
Clench my fists, knuckles white
Burning deep as I deny
My good sense fading into time
I didn’t beg
I didn’t burn
I will, will not ever yearn
For what I could not ever grasp
And was best left burning on the ash
I’m a man of my word
When I want to be
A man of my word
If it’s what they believe
A man who spins lies
No matter what they see
Casting doubt on even those
Who think they might be free
@nortaeventcouncil
this WIP is fighting for its life purely with aesthetics but it living (barely... not at all)
In the spiral of the scene he saw it lastly, the statue of a victory. A winged creature sat adamantly on its seat, it held a sword outstretched before it. The time has worn its real copper color into the emerald green. The eyes cried black tears.
I find my twin too far in the forest. I fear one day she might wander off all the way to the Lakelands, and return — unharmed. An eerie feeling surrounds the small valley, stillness is disturbed by a shot with perfect intervals.
“It is first friday, Rhea.” I say. She tilts her head back, neither surprised nor angry for disturbance.
“Hmm, already,” she says, with equal coldness like nature around her, and puts another bullet into a shotgun.
“Yes, mother is expecting us.”
She is quiet, her finger still rests on a trigger, and nature is filled with a prolonged silence. The corner of her lip twitches upward and I expect she has another vile thought to say or has decided to disobey the tradition of the first fridays.
“Don’t you think you are born for something greater, sis?”
“Yes, in fact I think I ‘m born to be a magnetron but I’m forced to freeze water.” I don’t mean it as some philosophical answer equal to her question. I answer it like I feel.
We might be twins, but I think the universe hasn’t divided us equally.
Here is an art of Eleanora and Rhea for you as well :)
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