* #FAERIETAELEDS these violent delights have violent ends , and in their triumph they die , like fire and powder . which as they kiss consume . private roleplay blog for taledhq .
" oh, thank god. there you are. " hansel says hoarsely in greeting, coming at them with just three strides of his long legs. and before they can even make a response, he already had them pushed against a wall, and his lips meeting theirs in a deep and needy kiss.
it's not like this is so out of character for him. he had probably slept with all the guys in this town by now. but it was rare when he is this forceful. this ... desperate. but it's been a stressful couple of days. and if he doesn't fuck, or if he doesn't get fucked, by anyone in the next hour ... well.
" please, just ... let me-- " he says desperately when he pulled away for a breath. just a for moment, then he was kissing them again. this time, making his way down their neck. “ just-- shut up and let me. please-- ”
* 🐒 — aladdin barely had time to register before hansel ’ s lips crashed against his , urgent and hungry , catching him completely off guard . a sharp inhale escaped him , before kissing back . hands hovering for balance , heart hammering — and still a playful grin spread across his face .
" well hello to you too . . . " he murmured , voice low , teasing , breath uneven . " what ’ s got you like this ? not that i ’ m complaining , of course . "
at hansel ' s lack of verbal response , and physical enthusiasm as he continues expertly kissing down his neck , and down his chest , it triggers something in ali . a soft moan . he forgets himself , and gives into the moment . a grin paints dark features , sharp and roguish . he presses the witch slayer fully down to his knees , one hand firm at the nape of hansel ’ s neck .
" look at me , " he whispered , tilting hansel ’ s chin up , thumb brushing along his jaw , fingers teasing his lower lip , coaxing that pretty mouth open for him . by the gods , such pretty eyes . hansel was truly made to be on his knees . " show me exactly how badly you want this . . . how badly you need it . "
where: pellar's town | when: post waves mission | whom: @faerietaeleds Adrien
After the ordeal of fighting a water monster, Flynn just wants to go home, dry off, and sleep. But one look at the equally watter logged Adrien has him offering to be a gentleman this one time.
They had worked pretty well together when talking with Casi before everything went to shit. Then Adrien had been struggling during the fight. Well, they all had but Flynn remembered the frustration on Adrien's face the most.
"Shame we couldn't keep Casi around," Flynn remarks as they're walking to town. "I bet he would've loved to be in the middle of us."
* 🌹 — the ocean water and salt air still clings to their clothes . adrien ’ s curls had long since given up their shape , damp strands clinging to the curve of his neck . every step felt heavier than the last — not just from the water , but from the quiet , aching disappointment of a fight survived , not truly won . not by him , in any case . even in this new world , still someone to be saved .
" i wasn ' t expecting you to escort me home . " he ' s glad for it , though . despite whatever thoughts flynn . . . provokes in him , it would have been harder to get himself out of this failure by himself . " very chivalrous . thank you . "
and then flynn speaks . as easy , and as effortlessly confident as always . but today , it is the wink that lands like a pebble in a still pond . reverie broken , and the prince doesn ' t answer right away . his gaze drops to the road , pink just beginning to rise along the curve of his cheekbones . he brushes wet hair away from his face .
" do you always just . . . say whatever ' s on your mind ? " his voice is even , but the words sit delicately — careful , like everything he says when he isn ’ t sure what ’ s being asked of him . “ i ' m not sure what casi would ' ve loved , ” he says quietly , after a moment . being alive , perhaps . “ . . . he might ' ve . ”
where : the royal woods of king stefan ' s castle
when : before the curse
who : open to all !
* 🌹 — the woods were still at dawn . right outside the castle walls, dew clung to every leaf and petal , a thousand tiny jewels strung along briar and rose alike . in a near - forgotten pocket of the royal wood , an ancient oak loomed over a dark pool dotted with lilies , lined by stones dressed in moss .
adrien had draped his velvet cloak over one of the boulders and rolled up his breeches mid - shin . he had unfastened his shoes , set them neatly aside , and let his feet dip into the shallow water . it felt a boy ’ s folly , something he might be scolded for should a servant spy him and carry word back to the king and queen . princes were meant for marble floors , not wet earth .
above , the sky bled blush pink upon pale blue , the first timid light rising into place . his violet gaze lifted at the faintest sound . he had thought himself alone until the sudden flutter of songbirds startled the stillness , and a branch whispered where no wind moved . adrien stilled , heart quickening , curiosity warring with caution . then , softly , " who goes there ? "
𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why?
he remembers the kiss , yes . the golden dawn breaking through the high windows of the tower , the sharp scent of roses in bloom , and the prince — the man in the woods , his savior , handsome as the morning sun . it is a moment carved into him . the legendary part of the story they tell . . . yet it is not the memory he turns to most often .
it is the quiet and mundane days of before . barefoot , a boy in the forest , with no crown save for leaves and wildflowers pressed into his hair . his court no more than sparrows , and the rabbit , and the deer who lingered close . the air thick with pine and rain , and the earth cool beneath his feet . there had been no weight upon his shoulders heavier than a basket of berries , no greater duty than choosing flowers for the table , or singing to the stream .
how he had sung then — of love , of adventure , of wanting . how sweetly the songbirds had sung with him . he had not known love would come , nor that adventure would arrive to tear the life he knew to pieces . he had not known the weight of crowns or curses , of courts and their cold eyes , of protocol and pageantry .
he is grateful , yes , for phillip , for his parents , for all the love he has found , and for the life returned to him . but in the quiet hours of particularly taxing days , he longs for that boy again : the one allowed to run barefoot beneath the green boughs , who spoke to the sparrows , and the rabbit , and the deer . for the little cottage in the glen , and the freedom he did not know he possessed .
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching?
𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain?
𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress?
𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why?
𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 : when was the last time your muse had to start over, and what did they leave behind?
𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred?
𝐢𝐯𝐲 : who or what has your muse clung to and why?
𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 : how does your muse protect the people they love?
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 : what parts of your muse are considered hard to love, and how do they deal with that?
𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 : what lies has your muse told to protect themself or someone else? how far are they willing to go?
𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬 : where does your muse feel most safe, what does that look like?
𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 : what does endurance mean to your muse?
𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have?
𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually?
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it?
𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them?
𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all?
𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 : what does love mean to your muse - how do they show it? how do they want to receive it?
𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 : when your muse needs clarity - who or what do they turn to?
𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad?
𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 : how does your muse handle change and adaptability - are they flexible or resistant?
isn ’ t that adrien rosemont ? the story claims that they ' re briar rose / aurora from sleeping beauty . i hear they ’ re twenty five . in the cursed town they ’ re a florist , but back in the fairy tale realm they were a prince . they seem to be curious & patient , but also hesitant & maleable . their aesthetics include the flutter of eyes as they wake from slumber , the gold of sunlight breaking out into dawn , roses creeping up on a tower , a droplet of blood from the prick of a spindle .
* my portrayal of aurien factors into consideration aspects of the original fairytale and mainly sleeping beauty (1959) , but not the maleficent movies .
adrien rosemont ;
under the spell : to the people of pellar town , adrien is something of enigma . quite good looking , polite and composed . distant , yet pleasant . an orphan raised by three particularly strict uncles near town limits , in a cottage nestled in the woods . mistrustful of the town , and of most of it ' s locals , the rosemont household never mingles much outside of tending to their business : flora ' s . the town ' s favorite , and seemingly only flower shop .
prince aurien of valois ;
story : aurien de valois was born into a world of gilded splendor , a prince whose arrival seemed to stir the very stars to shine brighter . from the first breath , he was cradled in love — by his parents , by his fairy godfathers , by all who held hope in their hearts for him . yet beneath the laughter and song , a shadow lingered: a curse woven before his first breath, quiet and relentless, like frost creeping over spring’s first bloom.
at his baptism, the halls shimmered with gold and crystal , voices singing blessings for the child who carried the kingdom ’ s hope . yet amidst the celebration , a shadow fell . maleficent , dark and vengeful , appeared unbidden , his eyes like storm clouds , his voice sharp and cold . she cursed the infant prince : on the eve of his sixteenth year , he would prick his finger on a spindle and fall into a sleep from which he would never awaken . the hall shivered ; the music faltered . the kingdom gasped , but the godparents acted swiftly .
they spirited aurien away that very night , vanishing into the moonlit woods . there , in a hidden cottage far from the reach of maleficent ’ s wrath , the three godfathers raised him in secrecy . they named him adrien rose . he grew beautiful , clever , patient , and lonely . the forest was beautiful , the sunlight and rivers enchanting , but it could not replace the warmth of family or the bustle of a kingdom . every day he wandered the woods alone , longing for a world he had never seen , dreaming of romance , of distant lands , of adventure beyond the trees that enclosed him .
and then it came : a man in the woods and a song of love . a defiance followed by an identity revealed , he was not briar rose , but prince aurien of the royal house of valois . heir to his father ' s kingdom , and betrothed to king hubert ' s son for a marriage that would unify land and reshape kingdoms . all followed by the prick of the spindle . the world dissolved into darkness , silence pressing against him , and aurien surrendered to the sleeping curse .
enter a prince of courage and light . one he had met : once upon a dream . the man in the woods who had sang of dreams and love . his kiss kindled warmth that bloomed through the frost of his endless night . slowly , color returned to his face , and to the world , sunlight spilling across the forests he had known , and life to the castle halls he had not . aurien awoke .
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physique : a lean, athletic frame that balances strength with elegance . a natural, princely silhouette . ( visual 1 , visual 2 , visual 3 , visual 4 )
position : submissive versatile .
size : 7 " . uncut .
assetts : round , and firm . naturally smooth , and pink .
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