A STUDY OF: wildfire in human skin; seeking peace after trauma; knowing that even the lion fears the hounds and that even the most placid viper bites. a blog for a witch hailing from roman times, iovita salvienus, loved by adair (they/it, 26). highly selective. n.sfw is present and tagged. minors & non-rp blogs dni.
est. 2017. hiatus (sorry) i've gone to war (ao3) to make my country proud (write fic) instead for a while.
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I have a huge oc bias. I'm really, really not well-versed on a lot of popular fandoms/characters. I'm happy to treat them like just another oc, but please be aware that I most likely have zero idea of their lore/world.
I extremely tentatively ship romantically. and there must be ic interaction before I consider it. io is incredibly hard to ship with, not only because of their personality, but because they simply do not fall in love easily. long-term writing partners are the exception to this.
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I'm not interested in interacting with any muse/character from h.azbin h.otel, thank you.
I love the idea that the moment io is around, fire starts acting more alive. reaching for io. curling up into their hand like an affectionate cat. reflecting their emotions. fire loves io. it wants their attention so bad. and they’re just as affectionate back. they always talk about fire like it is alive. it perhaps is, to someone like them. fire is almost always an extension of themself when they’re near it, and lord knows io has enough personality to share.
the thing about resurrection is that I want to see the... like. antigrief. not only from the person who died, but from their loved ones, too. like sure you died and there's inherent, complicated trauma in that. are you really alive again? you died you remember dying you know what it felt like. why are you even alive again? do you deserve being alive again? how do you mourn yourself and everything that's permanently changed?
but the people close to you have also gone through the pain of it. they go through grief and then they go through it again backwards or in entirely new ways:
you died. I know you died. there's no possible way you're alive again and I can't believe it. I won't believe it.
I'm so fucking mad at you for dying and now that you're here again I can tell you as much. fuck you and fuck you again and you left me and now I'm supposed to act like it's fine? I love you so much don't ever do that again. and also fuck you one more time.
you died. I was there. I saw it. but now you're back and can't stop grieving you even though I know you're living and breathing again.
the anxiety. the fear. it's new and awful and I can't stand it when you leave my sight. what if it happens again?
loni muffles them with a palm, brows furrowed as she rode them like her life depended on it. one moment things had been perfect, silent sans for the sounds of bodily fluids squelching as skin met skin. in the next they'd dared open their mouth, a litany of facts spilling forth in a tidal wave of shit she didn't care to think about.
loni loved her vito, truly, but sometimes she just wanted to cum in peace. like right now, for instance.
using her opposite hand she wrapped it around their throat, tightening it enough (pressure only on the sides and not their windpipe) to make them feel light headed. "shut up and be good for me, vito. if you don't you're not going to be allowed to cum inside me."
A SIMPLE CLAP OF HER hand, and iovita’s words are turned off like a faucet. it’s more out of surprise, then anything, eyes widening before narrowing into an expression that simply states: the audacity! it’s interesting, what they have to say. beyond interesting. an entire new discovery through accident, and she doesn’t want to hear it?
if witches wrote papers like scientists then it would be legendary. ground-breaking. referenced again and again. well… it would still be legendary and ground-breaking if iovita was inclined to share with anyone. but the fact of the matter is that it’s been occupying a persistent and near-permanent spot in iovita’s mind all day, to the point that not even the sight (fantastic) and feeling (even better) of loni riding them has distracted them fully from it.
which is why her hand over their mouth is rude. gaze sharpens into a glare, the fact that they’re in the midst of sex is moot, and iovita turns over possibilities in their mind on how to make her move her damn hand. lick it? bite it? keeping talking even if it’s muffled? oh, yes, that’s a good one – and the one they are about to opt for when they feel the press of her fingers against the sides of their neck.
the noise dies in their throat in a single hard swallow, eyelids fluttering over darkened gray eyes. her hand is precise and careful, but firm nevertheless. iovita relaxes willingly under it in an implicit show of trust.
their hand finds her elbow – of the same arm that has a hand round their throat – and tightens long fingers around it in a silent demand that she keep it right where it’s at. when they’re sure the message is clear, they give a lazy little go on wave of that hand: fine. I’ll be quiet.
I think the thing about io being dominant - and they often are - is that they’re like they are in many aspects of their life: patient and incredibly stubborn. it’s not about what gets it done fastest or what’s the most flashy. it’s firm insistence and slowly increasing pressure until they get what they wanted in the first place. you’re not going to out-stubborn them, and they’re going to watch someone squirm literally and figuratively with nothing but an amused little expression about it.
vice versa is unfortunately also true in that io is the most stubborn motherfucker ever and getting them to sub is a fucking challenge and io thinks its fun. they're going to try so hard to work their way back around to being in charge and they're going to continue to be unbearably smug about it the whole time too. get them almoooost to their breaking point and they take a moment to reset and come back with that stupid little smirk like 'that's all?' the brat to beat all brats truly.
io's turning point when they were younger being a moment where they were almost killed is one that I get stuck on so frequently. not because I dislike it or feel iffy about it, but just because up until that point io had been sheltered from their own power. they had been so carefully manipulated and managed that they truly did not know how strong they could be -- how strong they were.
it took someone nearly choking them to death for them to learn it. it took a frantic act of self-defense to learn it. and that. that was the tipping point. that was the moment that everyone involved in io's life knew they couldn't be controlled anymore. their parents tried to bring them to heel again -- and io carries that awful latticework of scars on their back from that attempt today.
but it was over.
io learned they could kill someone if they wanted to. kill someone easy, at that. the defiance they had been kindling for twenty some years finally had fuel. the fear, the helpless rage. they could do something about it. and they never looked back. it changed the trajectory of their life so damn thoroughly. all because of one angry man who didn't, couldn't, get what he wanted from them.
