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Indie OC. Absolute Dark Being. Written by Skel.

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//   Me: Needs an Incubus OC who’s animal counterpart they resonate with is a spider and they are extremely pissed and exasperated about it like “ wHY DO THE OTHERS GET TO BE CATS AND WOLVES WITH CUTE EARS AND TAILS BUT WHEN I PARTIALLY MORPH I GET 4 MORE EYES, FANGS AND HORNS?!? HONESTLY I’M OFFENDED. AND WHERE DO THE OTHER TWO EYES GO11??!!? “

//   Me @ Me : No.

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Arms? If no has chosen that one yet.

Behold his Beauty. || Arms.

   His arms are beyond perfection. It is hard to be angry, even as envy wells up inside the core of onlookers for Lethe’s exterior is nothing of excessive show. His arms are toned, looking as if years of dedication and hard work had been put into them. Every contour molded to fit the Entity’s ideal image. His biceps bulge just enough to define themselves in an attractive structure, his veins protrude beneath the thin veil of faux flesh and wrap around upper arm to elbow, accentuating the strong layers beneath. His triceps flex like the languid waves of the ocean, enveloping itself in repetition. Each tendon and muscle flowing like a gentle breeze through a flower meadow. His arms are somewhat lanky, long and graceful. They aren’t thin.. nor are they too thick. 

   Sculptures, created to be the most beautiful in their halt of time, would look upon him with envy. No man could recreate him. He could carry the world with ease with those arms, and it looks like he already has. 

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Once the rain stops…

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slams 'Hands' in here like it's going out of style

Behold his Beauty. || Hands.

   Only with Lethe – Would it seem possible that such a simple seeming part of the human body could be so attractive. Perhaps it is because they are crafted with such expertise and scrutiny that it was natural for them to draw such attention. Pallid exterior, the lack of outward influences affecting their quality allowing them to remain soft and supple like that of a newborn fawn’s fur. Their creases are like scriptures, a story of his achievements whispered along contours and outlines. Their structure of marrow like a foundation for an empire, they are strong yet they display an air of delicacy that adds to their immaculate majesty. 

   Every curve is intricate, each shift and bend are graceful in such a way of subtly that they are hardly ever noted. But they move like the fluid march of an army, waves of power and strength, unity unmatched, beautiful even in its horror. Each finger is a monument, giving reverence to his every action. To all the deeds and sins he’s committed. 

   They are large, yet they are proportioned to him perfectly. Digits are slender like the keys of a grand piano, each playing its own unique tune. Thrumming the strings of existence [ As well as the hearts of many ] His hands are the weavers of terror, however many would title them with much sweeter opinion, for their touch can be just as delightful as they have been vicious.

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eyes (◡‿◡✿)

Behold his Beauty. || Eyes.

   Lethe’s Eyes – Undoubtedly his most striking features. Despite being simple at first glance they are windows into an boundless void, screams of the damned trapped in onyx pools that gleam with the light of his next hunt. Sharp in their gaze, yet soft to look upon. They display an ever-present intensity that makes them unsettling to view so casual, they invoke the rise of fear and confusion with even just a second of connection. They hold different shades of blacks and grays. The irises are outlined with black that has no definition, no depth, they are empty and endless. Separating a deep gray from the white that surrounds them. Around his pupils are very close variations of black that mix and accentuate one another. Light shades of gray that darken in several areas, accented with speckles of black where they can be noticed, telling silent tales of horrors and obscenities he's committed. From colors of ink to ebony, to obsidian. The slight difference is difficult to notice but upon close observation, one could see that his eyes are far more intricate than most have the pleasure to witness. 

   His lashes are long, spindly like the legs of a spider, perfectly crowning the orbs just beneath. Sweeping like the subtle flutters of a butterfly’s wings, as silken as feathers and yet just thick enough to add more veils of intensity to his expressions. 

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hhemeraa:

          Myles sits gracefully across Lethe’s lap, legs folded, but palms rest on either side of the armrests. Catlike in the way he moves, the hand in hair is pleasant and even briefly does he lean into warm touch – it was so much easier to be this way when there were no strings. Back straightens as the other leaned back, letting him look in silence with a raised brow and half cocked smile wondering what exactly the other could be thinking when –

         “You say that as if you’re hard to find…” he purrs, “we’re friends, how would I not know?”

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   Myles -- Being the sultry Minx that he is -- is lithe in his actions as he settles into comfort within the lap of the Entity. Lethe is amused in slight by the display and such reflects upon his handsome features. Sharp gaze sweeps Myle’s exterior with mild scrutinization, observing his expression and body language in kind. 

   The flaxen-crowned male was correct in his statement. [ Lethe was never hard to find ] For it was easier to make deals when clients could speak with him face to face, falling victim to his charm and the intensity trapped in onyx irides. Instilling tremors in even the boldest of souls. 

          “ Fair enough.. “

   The Darkness murmurs in venomous tones. Oh how loosely the term ‘friends’ is used. A term of generalization for a relationship that barely matched its standards. They were more than friends without a doubt, but at the same time, they dared not overstep that boundary. It was intricate in its simplicity, and while it was accompanied by complex reasoning, it was easy for them to be this way.

           “ To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence today ? “

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Send any of the below and I’ll give detailed descriptions of my Muse’s...

Hair

Skin

Eyes

Lips

Nose

Mouth

Ears

Neck / Shoulders

Chest

Arms

Hands

Waist / Hips

Butt

Thighs

Legs

Feet

Height / Weight

Body Shape

Other (You pick)

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Nuzzles cheek

   Sweeps Kei into his arms

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etlascivus:

        thrice now, lips exchange in place of words. what is said barely counts for greeting, what is returned only edges on proper retort. conversation halts ‘fore that solid beginning, yet there is as much to read in the fervor of tongue as the intonation of voice. and what, really, should a lord of indulgence prefer? it is a meal, open and wet, on par with olympus’ sweet ambrosia. the man is crafted of shadows and the dark fermented sins of humanity’s vile soul! what savory wine, what pungent flavor! hopefully, he relished ( and did not mind ) the taste of unbridled grin in return.

        when kiss retreats – and, unfortunately, it must – it is not without hesitance. tongue tucked in lip’s corner, asmodeus makes a show of licking pretty tiers clean. somehow, some time, dark hands had circled other’s neck. a loose embrace, and he grins ever sharper to such discovery. “i suppose it is not your lips that are the lonely ones after all.”

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   It should have been of note that the two had not yet shared their initial words of greeting before indulging one another in the embrace of silken tiers. [ But it was not ] Feverish connections made as they swapped saliva of sinful flavor. -- Yet, even in this case of first meeting, it was as if the two were companions as old as time. For Darkness resonates with itself and in the veils of its horrendous nature, they could find undoubted familiarity. 

   As slender digits clasped around the definitions of his nape with half-hearted grip his lips curve into an expression of wolfishness. Lethe is pleased by his counterpart’s delight in his existence, feeling the grin on his own lips had the void sheltered within him titillated by their presence, his interest thriving deep within the webbing of his Darkness.

          “ After having tasted such sweetness as yourself --                               I’d say they now find reason to be lonely. “

   Strong hands raised and rested casually on the hips of his new companion. Deep pools of onyx hooded as they looked upon the lovely features of Asmodeus, countenance of the Dark Being flourished with fascination. Perhaps it was the fact that they shared his qualities in some forms, but Lethe found this Entity to be beyond measures of beauty he’s seen within the standards of mere humans -- That he’s been surrounded by for what seemed too long.

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godtoys:

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          That was a rather startling look, not that those eyes were filled with malice, but this man’s gaze was just so dark. Almost the exact opposite of Szayel’s amber eyes, so bright they were nearly gold.“You are quite welcome~” A small smile graced the pinkettes lips when he was called by name, though it didn’t surprise him at all. He was known by most everyone, if it wasn’t for being the valedictorian or one of the best members on the gymnastics team, it was surely because he had them saying his name during sex.

           “Indeed, and you are Lethe.” Did he actually know who this man was? Not at all, he merely read the name that was on the papers he picked up. “Your handwriting is impeccable… so I couldn’t help but notice points were it seemed lacking.” Szayel stepped forward so that he could tap upon the other’s notes. “Would you like tutoring, maybe~?”He helped many people with their work, and even if this Lethe was really intelligent, who’s to say he didn’t need a bit of help as well?

   Eyes of onyx shifted over the inquiring form of the being before him, brows quirked as they offered him assistance in one of his least favorite subjects. He wasn’t bad, just.. not good. At least the major he pursued had almost nothing to do with anything relating to math. 

           “ Tutoring .. ? “

   Lethe had never really needed tutoring. If anything  -- His professors were pushing him to join the tutoring program to help his struggling classmates get by. [ Which he often harshly rejected ] Lethe didn’t really regard the help as anything of real substance to him, he was passing, and that was all that mattered. Excelling in everything else he does overshadows the average marks of this subject, but who was he to deny the opportunity to have some personal time with this stunning being? 

           “ Only if you have some free time right now,       My schedule otherwise is pretty strict. “

   His head canted to the side as hooded black irides gleamed in a devilish light, a cheshire smile curling on ther perfectly shaped lips.

         “ My dorm number is 276. I’ll meet you there,                     I’ve got to go grab my textbook, I forgot it in class. “

   He was sure he could slip in while it was still between classes and swipe it before anyone would know he’d been there.

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Wait, is it too late for the lap sitting cause Myles wants in on that

Yass take a sit ||

             “ Mmn.. “

   As slender digits wander through silken tresses of shimmering flaxen, the two are shrouded with an air of content emanating from the chilling Darkness. Fingers tousling the mass of locks idly while Myles claimed his newfound seat with little restraint within the Entity’s proximity. Not that Lethe minded much the invasion of his space – It was often pleasant to have company that wasn’t wasting his time with worthless chitchat and trying desperately to gain his approval. It was mundane, and near perfunctory now with each encounter of his employees and board members. He relished in these moments of peace. 

   A kind smile curls upon handsomely defined features, irides of onyx hue gleam in his content. His countenance is relaxed as he leans back in his leather seat and gazes upon Myles in a prolonged silence. He speaks then, in a subtly venomous tone as fingertips trace down pallid cheek and ghost upon the surface of flesh 

           “ How did you get here ? I don’t think I ever mentioned which floor my office is on.. “

   No more than a jest, for he doesn’t really care the method Myles executed to gain entry to his personal quarters. 

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"Do you enjoy being alluring?"

   Enjoy it? It’s like his religion. 

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⑁ yes

Sit in his lap bby ||

   Lethe is somewhat confused by this sudden turn of events. Muu had never had much an issue with physical contact, simply because he had a platonic sense with his affections. Touching was nothing of matter, for the meaning behind it was no more than that as well. However – Lethe expressed great difference. His licentious behaviour is remarkable, one of the most astounding qualities of his character. He’s most known for being something of despicable nature, especially in the case of manipulating others with looks, charms, and sex. 

   So what was he to do when Muu took position within his lap? His black eyes glinted with a tinge of confusion, hands finding purchase upon slender hips while Muu found himself comfortable seating arrangements. Lethe canted his head off to the side as an air of inquiry surrounded the two, before Lethe spoke up.

         “ Well, hello to you too. “

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⑁

Sit on his lap bby ||

   Despite how predictable he was – Naruto was still a wonder to Lethe. Despite the near literal hell that the Jinchuuriki is forced through at the will of the Dark Being, he still finds the capability to be so calm and content around him. As if Lethe had some sort of safety tied in with his maliciousness. 

   At first, Naruto was paid no mind. It wasn’t rare for the whiskered male to be found in Lethe’s lap, after all, the closer Naruto was to the Darkness, the less it pained his soul. Even so – Naruto was succumbing to a form of Stockholm syndrome. Not that it was something to be helped. Lethe knew how to work his words, to make Naruto feel like he was the most important thing to the Entity while shoving him down deeper into a hole. 

   Lethe was reading quietly, an ancient book from places too far for Naruto to ever understand, in a language just a foreign. Was that what made this moment so chaste? For the flaxen-crowned male to fall asleep with his head rested upon the chest of his larger counterpart, settled within the lap comfortable enough to become a makeshift bed. [ Simply because Lethe was doing something Human  ? ]

   Nonetheless, Naruto was allowed unperturbed slumber. The Darkness softly petting golden tresses with an idle hand. Twirling a finger in stray locks here or there as he continued his reading in silence.

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Have a little houtarou sittin' in yer lap ⑁

Sit on his lap bby ||

   Lethe should probably be worried that there is a stranger in his office. He isn’t. He should also be somewhat perturbed that they have taken initiative to place themselves into his lap without warrant and they seemed to have gotten rather comfy there. — But it’s almost as if they don’t exist to Lethe. [ Or at least, his capacity to care is at an all time low ]

   For the Entity even shifted somewhat to make room for them while keeping almost complete attention on the paperwork in front of him, his expression was blank, though content and his hands were working with graceful efficiency.

   As black eyes scanned back and forth along the words before him, one hand pulled back to pet the strange creature in a lingering silence before he finally spoke up.

         “ So — What reason is there for me to not have you arrested ? “