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***Currently not accepting RP offers,                               sorry!*** Tenet 1: Never dishonor the Night Mother. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis. Tenet 2: Never betray the Dark Brotherhood or its secrets. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.  Tenet 3: Never disobey or refuse to carry out an order from a Dark Brotherhood superior. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.  Tenet 4: Never steal the possessions of a Dark Brother or Dark Sister. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.  Tenet 5: Never kill a Dark Brother or Dark Sister. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.  

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The vampire had woken up early this day.  A knife drove deep into the pillows where he once laid his head only a fraction of a moment earlier.  In a blink, he was out of the nest and on his feet, a dagger as black as his scales clutched in his hand.  The other… in his assailant’s.  

“Liked pillow.”  He growled.  His body still sluggish from being roused, but his eyes alert and focused on the man before him. “Should’ve gotten up sooner.”  Golden eyes stared back at him.  A smile in them to match the threatening display of teeth below them.  The feathers, at least from what Teegla could see were raised.  Fanned out.  Excited, but not aggressive.  Fii shifted his weight from one foot to the other and lunged.

“What wanting?”  The Saxhleel questioned, taking a step backward, deflecting the blow with his empty arm.  Striking at the opening it created.

“Wanted to see if you got sun sick inside.”  Catching the opposite blade on his guard, green fingers reached out clawing at the other.  His nails made contact, and the vampire grunted.  It wasn’t enough to leave five cuts in his scales.  But even just one small tear was enough to leave the area tingling.  Not a feeling Teegla enjoyed.

“If no wake?”  He raised a clawed foot up, and in a swift, fluid motion sent his taloned foot straight into the center of his opponent’s stomach.  Fii took a step, then another backward.  He had no time to consider the blood spilling from the fresh wound as the vampire’s assault continued.

“Then the nest would be an ashy mess.”  The alchemist laughed, defending himself, catching his blade between his partner’s scales every now and then.

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[artagainstsociety]

A Beautiful Death by Terry Fan

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Fii knew Teeg wasn't the type to wake up in hysterics. Nonetheless, he kept a calm hand on the vampire's cheek. He could read the subtle movements of his lover's skin, the changes to his breathing, as easily as the common-tongue book he held in his other hand. There was no thrashing, no crying, but he knew moments before Teegla would open his eyes that nightmares were grating on him. "Shh, you're okay," Fii reassured as best as his raspy voice allowed.

His breathing was uneven and ragged.  The nightmares, those he couldn’t deal with, not even after centuries with them.  The spines along his back raised right before he woke, and now seemed stuck and ridged as he stirred.  There was a rumble in his throat as he pressed his muzzle against the other’s hand.  His eyes unfocused and hazy as his mind tried to process what was happening.  This wasn’t some dark and desolate catacomb.  The body he curled around wasn’t mummified and cold.  His arms wrapped around his younger partner.  Tail attempting to entwine with his.  It was weak.  His want to stay as close as their skins would allow to this person.  To allow someone to see him in a moment of fear and not tear them apart limb by limb.  But then again, this was Fii.  The only one who could bring him peace with a touch, or a gentle word.

He pushed his head closer to the other’s chest and listened to the sound of his breathing and the soft rhythm of his heart.  He was still too alert to try and sleep, but his beloved was there with him.  He would be okay.

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Fii closed his book and set it aside then pulled the smaller argonian on top of himself. His own tail met the other’s and made up for its weakness with a firm coil while his fingertips idly found one of Teeg’s propped spines and attempted to smooth it back down. Though his hideout was built into an underground cave, Fii could tell by the dropping temperature of the heat stones beneath their nest and how the mossy smells of the walls dissipated as the air calmed that nighttime was looming outside. Not to mention the match he left burning on the ashtray of his narghile just flickered out. This was a strange time where he felt both close and distant to the one he held in his arms. A sort of limbo where he knew he’d be needing to sleep soon, but Teegla was just waking up. Sometimes he felt lucky to have Teeg wake up early from nightmares so they could spend some more time together. Sometimes he wished he himself was a vampire. Either way, Fii knew his reasoning was selfish. “Want me to stay up with you? Or... want to sleep some more?” Fii sighed, “I mean... Are you going out tonight? To the Sanctuary, maybe? Or-” Even if he had become more comfortable with Teegla, little else had changed about him... Including his knack for asking too many questions.

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just… putting it here cos i can uou

these tiny babies 💙💙

[lolenka]

[sinisterdomain]

mixedpale.

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<<Here.>>  He said, taking the child’s hand and sliding on a thin metal band onto one of his small fingers.  <<Before I head back to my Sanctuary, I want you to have this.>>

It was a small unassuming thing with no embellishments or reason to give rise to concern.  Certainly not his best looking work.  But that was the point of the simple band.  <<I made it just for you, and no one else.>> <<That’s why it fits so well, right?>>  The Shadowscale stared at the copper, his eyes bright and shining.  His mind was working, Teegla could see it in the way his feathers trembled.  Though what he was thinking was a secret just for him. <<Of course.>>  The assassin smiled, his spines relaxed and welcoming.  This child was special.  He was smarter and more capable than any of the other hatchlings.  He needed a proper training.  Something he wasn’t getting here.  The vampire would ask if next time he came down to Archon, he could take the hatchling back home with him.  And the ring, enchanted with The Thief’s blessing, would ensure he’d stay safe until he could collect him. <<O-oh!  But!  You’ll keep the one I made you, right?>>  Efeedal-Maht asked suddenly very shy.  Glancing nervously at the flower wrapped around the adult’s own black finger.  His purple feathers were almost flat against his scales. Teegla tilted his head, his spines raising in confusion.  And after a moment, he leaned forward, touching their foreheads together with the greatest gentleness and care.  <<I’ll treasure it forever.>>

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Fragments of memories were always so easy to get lost in. Especially when they came with trinkets.

Fii stared down at the cold ring sitting in his palm. He eyed it as if it had just cussed at him, disgust pulling at the corners of his mouth and tugging his feathers to stand as he struggled to come to terms with the damned thing. Surely if he glared enough it would get pulled into Oblivion, never to be seen again.

Wrong.

He sighed, closing his fingers around the supposedly magical ring to admit his defeat and drop it back into its little pouch. He also had admitted to himself years ago that his ungreatfulness for this ‘gift’ was outweighed by how incredibly unfortunate it has made his life feel. Night in, night out, hazy images of the kind, gift-giving man that he knew so long ago plagued his dreams until he swore to Sithis he was ready to kill himself if he couldn’t piece his memories together. His grumbling was all for naught, however.

“Unlucky scrap metal,” he hissed at the pouched ring crudely and shoved it back into the depths of his chest of belongings.

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Archon had seen better days.  Not that it was decrepit or abandoned - the small scampering of tiny claws on stone and soft squeals made sure of that.  It was just a bit…. in disrepair.

The Dark Brotherhood had sent a member of their own to check up on the young recruits’ progresses.  He frowned as he stepped over weeds and rubble and the occasional sink in the swamp.  It was difficult for him to assess their growths and capabilities when he was restricted to nocturnal movement and all the hatchlings were winding down for the night but…  He’d make it work.  He’d have to.  Even if the setting sun made his insides crawl and left his blood too hot.  

His spines rose briefly as he paused.  There were eyes on him.  He did his best to ignore it, but a sudden weight thrust at him, and tiny arm restraints would make that difficult.

<<I got you!>>  Chirped the young Saxhleel.  His tail swished excitedly.  

<<You got me.>>  Teegla repeated.  Resigning himself to the hatchling.

<<And now you’re my prisoner!>>  His feathers fluffed, betraying his very serious declaration.

<<I’m powerless against such a fearsome adversary.>>  The assassin shifted in the child’s arms, scooping him up off the ground.  The flats of their snouts pressed together lightly in greeting.  The young one wrapped his arms around the vampire’s neck giggling happily.

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Belladonna

[melisica]

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"I forgave you a long time ago, you know..." Fii slid his fingers down the side of his neck, taking special care to feel the ridges of his scars as he looked away from Teegla. "...What about you? Do you like me yet?" He asked quietly and unsurely.

He watched him quietly.  Eyes focused on his thin fingers.  Staring at the young man’s scars.  Scars the vampire had put there himself.  For the first time in a long time, he felt…  Speechless.  Not because he didn’t have anything to say but, because he wasn’t sure where to start.  Or how to accurately express himself.

His mouth slowly opened.  Then shut.  “No.  I-”  His tail twitched.  ‘No’ was not the word he wanted.  He swallowed, even though his throat felt dry.  “I don’t liked-”  No.  That was wrong too.  “Why forgetting?  I have attacks you.  Try killed-”He hissed in frustration.  He knew very well he was doing a piss poor job at this.  A simple ‘yes’ would have been more than sufficient.  And now the hatchling was going to mock him for his increasingly degenerating grasp on the common tongue.  But he wasn’t…He quieted for another moment.  Turning his head away from Fii, and the marks on his neck.  Trying to organize his thoughts.  What did he feel about the Lukiul anyway?  It wasn’t the murderous hatred from before.  It wasn’t disgust, or rage.  What was it?  << How can I explain.  You are arrogant and your actions are confounding.  When you speak I want to tear out your throat, and when you are silent I panic.  The Tenets kept me from turning you into a corpse that day but they are not what stop me now. >>

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The darker Saxhleel sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing despite the tenseness still in his spines.  Though he had said ‘gentle’, he hadn’t actually expected it.  He was, sure that he would have gotten a sarcastic remark instead of…  This.  In Jel no less.  He felt a twinge of what he’d call anger and discomfort strike at him, as it seemed to always do when Fii spoke and something other than Cyrodiilic spilled out.   Though the rumbling that came from his chest were different than his threatening growls.  Something almost softer.  Something almost inviting and warm. His pale eyes narrowed as he focused on his partner.  His body squirming in the places Fii touched him so gently despite his best efforts to not move away.  The end of his tail twitching with increasing interest.   His tongue snaked out of his mouth, gold tip reaching slowly for the other then just as slowly retreated behind the false smile.  The hatchling smelled like a garden, and sunlight.  And hunger.  And Teegla would be more than a little surprised if Fii didn’t have at least one needle lying about somewhere close by.  Ready to stab in to his more sensitive and scale-less places.

Fii’s hands smoothed and kneaded up and down his partner’s legs. This was a feel and view of Teegla that he assured himself he would never get enough of. His eyes drifted down Teeg’s black body again.

His gaze settled shyly between Teeg’s legs, taking in the otherwise abrasive Argonian’s delicate anatomy. He licked gently. It felt strange beneath his tongue, almost too soft to belong to Teegla, but Fii continued to lap slowly and rhythmically at the edge of the opening with a pleased purr.

“This is okay, right?” It was an unconfident question, leaning more towards understanding if the other was just as nervous as he was rather than approving his actions. Fii’s eyes closed and the fork of his tongue dipped into Teeg teasingly. Regardless of his nerves, the young one knew what he wanted... And perhaps what his mate wanted.

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True: Do you remember your first time?

Fii looked over his conversation guest with his best reminiscing face on. “Like it was yesterday,” he tried his very best to stay dramatically nostalgic and collected, but a hoarse cackle caught even himself by surprise.

“Seriously, it wasn’t that long ago. It was okay, I suppose... Sticky, sore the next morning. But not in a painful way, just kind of... spent. You know?” The end of his tail twitched.

“You want a narrative of the event, or something? Gross!” He grinned.

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Oxford: Have you ever had sex with more than one person?

“At once...?” Fii had his chin in his palm, elbow up on the counter as his toes scratched boredly at the stone floors. The question didn’t take him very long to consider an answer to, but he kept his company in suspense just long enough to see the hint of a reaction.“...No.”

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lapis

Fii hummed as he thought to himself, eyes fixated on the ceiling. He folded his arms. “My best fantasy... Would be...” he started slowly, a bit unsure of himself.

He smiled suddenly when it clicked in his head and he couldn’t help but do a bit of a wiggle. “...Becoming completely exhausted, one way or another. I want to be completely drained-- Er-” he blinked and looked lost for a moment, trying to hide what he just implied, “I-I mean... I guess that’s a way to make me exhausted, too.”

Fii couldn’t help but grin.

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Prussian

Fii’s eyes widened and he chirped in happy surprise. A kink, huh...? He read a book about this once. Surely ‘biting’ would be too expected, and boring by this point. He purred in thought as he mulled over the question, settling himself back down with his tail curling around himself.

“Choking,” he crooned matter-of-factly with a display of his teeth.