House Adier'i

Scenes in the life of Alexielle Adier'i, a Sin'dorei warlock. (IC blog, with occasional OOC, based on characters from World of Warcraft - WRA. NSFW ~ 18+ ~ )

[lexiadieri]

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[lexiadieri]

Y/N : Would Lexi really ask Saf to be a surrogate mother for her child?

Yes.

@safrona-shadowsun

[veilsofavalon]

Only idiots screw up with witches…

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Nicole Kidman in Givenchy Haute Couture for Vogue US, December 2006 by Mario Testino

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[safrona-shadowsun]

😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh.👪 …someone in my muse’s family.👑 …someone my muse is jealous of

😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh.

The corners of the Courier’s lips lifted with the word as her thoughts went to a certain personage. “There’s a specialty tailor in Dalaran that I’ve found…well…fairly amusing.” A soft snicker. “Witty, flirty little tongue that doesn’t know how to stop.” { @kenpierce }

👪 …someone in my muse’s family.

A rather professional cant of the head now as she answered. “Baron Rakellos Bloodbrew is my father. An…older name, yes. Not so much the socialite he was in his day now, perhaps, but he has quite a bit of love for the Thalassian Bloodwine he created, and Empyrean Imports would be nothing without it.” Despite the respectful words, Safrona spoke less like a daughter and more like a representative in regard to the Bloodbrews. { @bloodbrew }

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

“Ohh…pfft,” the Courier shook her head. “I have a business to run. I don’t have time for jealousy.”

{Lies. One person Safrona is a touch envious over is her sometimes-friend @lexiadieri, a baker and socialite of Silvermoon. Beautiful, sought-after and a successful mother, to Safrona, Alexiel seems to approach success in life without hardly lifting a finger. She makes living look easy. }

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Something random, speedpaint…

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((Makes me think of @lexiadieri

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((oh you’re right!! n_n! @singinglockpick ))

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Lady Alexielle Adier’i

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[ This is a Tumblr hug! Pass it on to at least ten of your favorite followers. ❤️ Hey you gorgeous, younger looking version of myself! Thank you for being such a wonderful RP partner. A lady couldn't ask for anyone better. xoxo ]

Thanks love!! <3

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[lexiadieri]

The Reality Is

Her fel green eyes widened as she heard the news she did not want to hear at all. The medic gave her a moment as he fixed the paper work back into the folder. Alexielle blinked a few times and tears that had filled her surprised eyes began to fall from befallen face. She couldn’t look at the medic. She couldn’t look at the wall, where pictures of babies hung, almost mocking her. 

“What...do you mean I have nothing?”

The medic finally looked up, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Adier’i, but in order to create a child of your own, both your husband and yourself must have the proper...ingredients, for lack of better words, and after our thorough investigation, you are lacking ovaries. You do not carry any eggs. I’m sorry.”

Alexielle shook her head slowly, but she already knew all this. At least, it was what Zanien had told her many years ago, but it wasn’t until this visit that she knew for sure the damage that her former master had put her through. And now, now that she wanted to give her husband a child, the truth was verified. She really wasn’t able to have children. Not through her. Not by her.

“Is...is there anything I can do? Maybe through magic?”

The medic smiled and folded his hands on his desk. “Mrs. Adier’i, I am a medic who practices traditional medicine. Yes, I can heal with magic, but I have promised to be as natural as possible to help those who may not be able to tolerate magic. If you want to seek magical sources, you have every right to do so, but I will not be involved.”

Alexielle wiped the tears from her face and glared at the doctor. “There has to be another way other than ‘I’m sorry,’ medic. I will not take no for an answer.”

The medic pushed his glasses upward and sighed. “Mrs. Adier’i, threats are not going to help you in this case. Besides, let’s be honest: I know how infested you are with that fel you wield.”

“That is none of your damn concern!”

“But it should be yours. I have seen very many like you and they get lost to the corruption. What kind of mother do you expect to be once you succumb to it?”

Rising from the chair, Alexielle rose. “How dare you? I’m a very capable mother. My daughter is well taken care of and I assure you that any other child we bring into this world will be too. Excuse me.” She stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her and she walked into the hallway, where she simply stopped and began to cry, falling to her knees. Platinum blonde waves covered her somber face and her breakdown only lasted a few seconds before she rose and wiped her teary eyes. 

She would inform her husband. She would have to either find someone who would help her or adopt. But Alexielle would not give up. She would give her husband the boy he so desired. Gaining her composure, she fixed her hair and walked out of the clinic, and back to her home.

After all, she had a daughter waiting for her to arrive and shower her with kisses.

@singinglockpick

[safrona-shadowsun]

04: A memory that your character cherishes

“Ahh…” the Courier started with a forced chuckle, “there hasn’t been so much in my life that has exactly been cherished. Remembered, yes, but not…cherished.” The practiced smile had turned a touch doubtful as she tried to give up something that was not laced with some semblance of pain or regret. Or would not be utterly confusing to a stranger. Hers had been a life long lived, and twisted, despite the youthful look. Simplicity was always best. A courier’s motto. The verdant gaze warmed slowly as she thought on something particular, a thought roused by an ebon ring worn on the lace-covered finger of her left hand.

“Ah, actually, I had a long-time friend I helped find to find love again with another friend of mine. I believe they carried on a bit in secret. And then the secret was up when they invited me over for dinner. Complete with his daughter.” The smile was slightly fond. “He found the little family he’d always wanted, I think, and she, she finally had a love worthy of her and a little daughter to call her own. And I helped to bring that about. Seeing them together, happy, despite all the trials and tribulations I’d known the two to muddle through in life…that moment of seeing them together was a much cherished one. One I’m proud to have brought together. And…’proud’ is not often a word I’d use in my past, believe me.”

{ @aleanissa, referring to @singinglockpick and @lexiadieri <3 }

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Paolo Sebastian Haute Couture A/W 2016

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In the Night

Something startled the blonde sindorei, causing her to open her eyes and shift in bed. Her husband held her still, but she managed to slip from his grasp for a moment. Reaching for her black sheer robe, she covered her ivory body and walked around the room. Something wasn’t right. The first thing that caught her eye was the fel seeping through her tattoos. She furrowed her brows and she continued to walk, her delicate feet tiptoeing about. 

The clopping sounds of familiar footsteps and a swoosh made Alexielle narrow her eyes. “What the fel are you doing out, Diswen? Go back now!” she whispered loudly. The succubus giggled and walked toward the window. Alexielle glanced at the bed and followed her disobedient demon. She had heard the rumors about the Burning Legion back on Azeroth, but she was retired. Returning to the front was not something she was going to do. However, due to the fear of demons close by, the Sanctum wasn’t open as often as the headmistress wanted it to be. This allowed Alexielle more time at home and with her daughter and husband, but she kept her fears to herself. She never walked out with her demons, and much less let them out, except for her docile imp, but even then, she was cautious.

“Diswen, get back to the shadows! Now!” Alexielle walked toward the balcony and glanced out at the moon above. She never cared about appearing nude at the window, and tonight was no exception. She took a deep breath at the night air and closed her eyes, but that moment was short lived when she felt her succubus’ claws on her shoulders.

“You feel it, mistress. You feel it, don’t you. Power. It’s closer.” The succubus’ lips lingered near Alexielle’s ear. “The master summons us. We must go.”

Alexielle turned her head, “No! I have no master, Diswen. I’m your mistress. End of story! Return to the shadows before I punish you!” The succubus smiled and wrapped her arms around her mistress.

“Power, mistress.” A long, snake-like tongue slithered from her lips and onto Alexielle’s lips. The warlock turned away. “Can you imagine what he can give you? Give us?” Her claws traced her gown down to her breasts, teasing her. Alexielle gasped softly and she placed her hand on Diswen’s head. WIth the little focus she had, Alexielle’s hand slowly covered in shadows, penetrating the demon’s head and causing her to wince. She grabbed her own head and fell to her knees. Sending her demon back to the shadows, she stumbled toward her bed, still allured by the demon’s tactics. 

She crawled into bed and climbed onto her husband. “Will...Will...I need you...I need you now...” The demon’s words were magic against the warlock. The seed had been planted. Not only was Alexielle’s head swimming with the poisonous seduction cast by the succubus, but she also lusted for the power that lingered so close to her.

(mention: @singinglockpick )

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Elie Saab Couture Fall 2016 

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Like mother, like daughter

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