LANFEAR.

Indie RP blog for Lanfear from the Wheel of Time. Show-based, with book influences and many headcanons. Channeled by RUNE.

[nightdaughtcr]

I'm gonna LURE you into the DARK. My cold desire to hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart. The danger is I'm DANGEROUS, and I might just TEAR you apart.

Welcome! This is an indie & selective roleplay blog, for Lanfear from the Wheel of Time. Established March 2025. Mostly show & headcanon based, with influences from the books.

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[the-purple-dragon]

Charlotte Campbell || Book Quotes - "Bluey" (Lethal White) "As he slammed his way out into the street, he felt as though he was pursued, as though Charlotte had projected after him a succubus that would tail him until they met again."

[ourcbcros]

they   imitated   with   unnerving   precision...   so   much   so   that,   here,   once   more   enveloped   in   near-total   darkness,   moiraine   found   herself   doubting   her   senses   for   yet   another   time.   her   mind,   by   habit,   traced   every   dire   possibility.   trusting   in   any   kinder   outcome   had   become   a   near   impossibility.   still,   there   was   something   in   lanfear's   voice   those   creatures   could   not   mimic...   &   it   posed   to   be   the   same   sort   of   anchor   as   holding   onto   her   was.   she   turned   towards   the   sound,   abandoning   her   search   along   that   side   of   the   room.   her   steps   were   near   soundless,   save   for   the   faint   crack   of   small   bones   beneath   her   feet   as   she   made   her   way   towards   this   new-found   door.   with   a   slight   nod,   barely   caught   in   the   corridor’s   thin   light,   she   added,   ❝   one   or   two   along   the   corridors   would   not   hurt,   too.   ❞   her   hand   brushed   lightly   against   the   small   of   lanfear’s   back   as   she   passed   into   the   chamber.

her   eyes   began   their   slow   adjustment   to   the   utter   darkness   within.   still,   her   hands   searched   blindly   for   walls,   for   objects,   for   any   trace   of   furnishing.   there   was   a   table   ;   bare,   offering   nothing.   the   previous   scent   &   brittle   crackle   of   broken   bones   left   little   hope   of   finding   anything   salvageable   for   a   meal,   &   though   her   stomach   tightened   against   the   very   notion   of   swallowing,   they   would   have   to   find   something   soon   enough...   still,   as   something   brushed   her   foot,   moiraine   knelt,   searching   for   whatever   lay   scattered   across   the   floor.   rags,   chains...   dust   &   dirt...   a   palliasse.   ❝   there   is   nothing.   but   at   the   very   least,   we   have   something   to   lie   upon.   it   resembles   a   prison   cell...   ❞ 

lanfear’s   form   lingered   as   a   dark   silhouette   against   the   narrow   slit   of   light   at   the   far   end   of   the   room.   she   could   make   out   the   faint   movements   of   her   fingers,   though   the   rest   of   her   remained   swallowed   by   shadow.   there   was   not   the   faintest   sign   of   her   embracing   saidar...   ❝   had   that   ter'angreal   not   been   created   in   your   times?   ❞   moiraine   asked   at   last,   her   voice   soft   as   she   settled   against   the   wall,   having   abandoned   the   search   for   sustenance   or   water.   the   air   itself   lay   too   dry   to   offer   even   the   faintest   threads   of   water,   had   she   attempted   to   draw   upon   it.   &   beneath   the   question   lingered   the   slightest   note   of   surprise.   she   had   not   expected   lanfear   to   prove   quite   so   hindered   by   those   creatures   as   she   herself   was,   so   taken   by   surprise,   so   lost.   so   little   had   ever   been   known.   what   little   she   did   know   had   been   enough   to   lead   them   into   this   futile   attempt   at   escape.   &   she   must   have   wrongly   assumed   she   was   the   only   one   in   it…

[nightdaughtcr]

Lanfear was so careful not to let saidar slip through; she needed to keep all the weaves inverted and hidden from the creatures. You couldn't do much with inverted weaves, but keeping things hidden and setting traps were among the things you could do. She would teach Moiraine after a bit of a rest, as she felt quite drained by everything. This was nothing for her; normally, her well was so deep that it took a lot for her to get tired, but it seemed there was only a little drop left at the moment.

She had heard Moiraine say there was nothing to eat or drink, and at the thought, she felt her stomach cramping. Her throat was so dry, and her stomach so empty. But at least she was away from those beings. Lanfear set the traps and alarms and returned to Moiraine. Her hand was resting on Moiraine's back lightly as a way to ground herself. "It does seem very prison-like." She said in answer to Moiraine's earlier statement.

She sat down, tired, eyes closing. She was so exhausted, but she could feel her strength returning very, very slowly. She patted the space next to her for Moiraine to sit down as well. "We knew about them, but they did not like any of us visiting; quite a few were attacked, so it was decided that only a handful of people could research, and it was painfully slow to do so, because of their volatility and them not working with the researchers." Lanfear tried to explain to Moiraine. The truth was that they did not like being watched for very long. They wanted to do their dealings and get them out. And if something happened they didn't like, people wouldn't come back out.

"We should try to sleep. I'll teach you inverted weaves when we wake up." She was so tired, but she did not know if she could sleep. She was so afraid to get those nightmares again, or to realise that this escape was another one of their tricks and going to sleep would make her realise it. She had never been afraid to go to sleep; Tel'aran'rhiod was her realm after all. She was one of the most powerful people in there, but she couldn't reach it from here; it was this tower, this building that kept her inside. She lay down on the rags, "Can you please lie down next to me? I'm not sure if I can sleep." Her voice was eerily soft as she admitted to being unsure, to needing to feel her next to her.

[nightdaughtcr]

not in the best mental state to write rn. i will be here soon. i keep trying to write, but no words that make sense to me are on paper. soon though.

[cculters]

it   came   like   a   fleeting   shadow   at   the   edge   of   her   mind   —   a   long   abandoned   shadow,   yet   still   tethered   by   the   faintest   of   threads.   the   turmoil   once   required   to   conceal   her   affections   made   it   seem   only   fair   to   do   the   opposite   now.   part   of   her   wondered   whether   displaying   these   new   desires   was   merely   another   bruise,   another   wound   dealt   to   asriel’s   heart.   well,   he   had   always   had   a   woman   at   his   arm...   surely,   after   all   this   time,   he   would   not   care   all   that   much...   marisa   did   not   turn   to   check.   the   thought   of   him   was   ephemeral   &   likely   the   last   she   would   spare   to   anyone   but   mierin   for   the   rest   of   the   night   ;   especially   if   it   proved   to   be   the   only   one,   the   more   marisa   intended   to   savour   every   second   of   it.

❝   i   might   not   have   taken   you   for   quite   so   cocky,   ❞   marisa   admitted,   a   trace   of   amusement   colouring   her   voice.   surely,   mierin’s   thoughts   must   have   brushed   against   at   least   one   name,   as   hers   had.   the   touch   dissolved   it   entirely,   &   her   soft   moan   never   rose   above   the   music   or   chatter,   but   it   resonated   against   the   other's   soft   lips.   a   gentle   nip   as   she   pulled   away   —   a   promise   on   her   own   part   —   before   tangling   their   fingers   together   &   stepping   back.   the   air   felt   suddenly   cooler   against   her   heated   skin.   ❝   oh?   careful...   i   might   be   tempted   to   see   exactly   that...   ❞   see   exactly   how   mierin   was   under   those   endless   layers   of   restraint.   &   as   if   to   tease   the   other’s   impatience,   she   spun   her   swiftly   before   drawing   her   close   once   more   —   though   her   steps   had   already   begun   towards   the   grand   door ;  even   if   she   herself   could   have   opened   the   waygate   right then   &   there.

[nightdaughtcr]

"Oh, I'm not cocky, just confident. I know my worth." And if she would let Lews see that she was moving on, maybe making him a little bit jealous, well, that would suit her quite well. It was not the main reason she was going to leave with Marisa, no, that really was all on Marisa herself; she had no business being this alluring to Mierin. She let her fingers trace the other's jaw as they stepped away from each other.

As she was about to walk towards the door, she heard Marisa's words, a brow rising before she was spun around, back into her arms, and a delighted laugh fell from her lips as she pulled her close again, walking backwards to what she believed was the exit, letting Marisa guide her this time. "I will show you some other time. Now I really want to explore more of you all by myself." Still, she let her hands roam over the other's body. Hearing the gasps and whispers as they made their way through the crowd, but paying them no mind. "Your place or mine?"

[cculters]

marisa's   stomach   twisted   in   the   most   pleasant   of   ways   in   response   to   mierin's   words.   never   before   had   she   imagined   something   so   simple   could   make   her   feel   this   much...   this   impossibly   good.   that   perfect   blend   of   mierin’s   velvet-soft,   utterly   alluring   voice   carrying   equal   measures   of   adoration   &   cruelty.   it   revealed   the   full   spectrum   of   her   essence,   those   ethereal   facets   as   much   as   the   darkest   depths,   &   marisa   could   feel   her   heart   swell   at   the   sight   of   it.   &   wasn’t   she   the   luckiest   woman   alive,   to   have   this   beautiful   creature   leaning   into   her   touch...   welcoming   it,   craving   it...   craving   her   in   return. 

❝   oh,   it   will   hurt...   ❞   she   mused,   scarcely   able   to   tear   her   gaze   from   the   other   woman,   however   the   landed   back   on   their   victim.   ❝   one   attempt   to   remember   more   of   tonight   will   leave   him   recalling   nothing   but   pain.   ❞   she   added,   &   the   suggestion   sank   deep   into   his   mind.   she   wasn’t   certain   whether   the   prospect   of   waking   diminished   or   remaining   conscious   through   every   agonising   second   terrified   him   more.   ❝   or   let’s   make   it   more   interesting,   shall   we...?   not   merely   remember   it   —   but   relive   it.   ❞   marisa   chuckled   softly   as   his   eyes   widened   further,   as   pleas   came   out   in   choked   sobs.   it   was   remarkable,   the   way   the   human   mind   worked.   such   profound   torment   required   no   more   than   a   suggestion   carefully   planted   within   him,   &   his   neurons   would   fire   in   agony   without   any  applied   stimuli. 

&   now   she   wanted   to   see   precisely   what   mierin   wished   to   do   to   him   herself.   what   exquisite   physical   &   psychological   cruelties   she   might   devise   to   break   him   apart   piece   by   piece.   after   a   brief   moment’s   consideration,   she   released   him   &   rose   to   her   feet.   her   hands   cupped   the   brunette’s   face,   fingers   grazing   porcelain   skin   as   she   guided   her   to   her   feet   before   capturing   her   lips   in   an   utterly   passionate   kiss,   her   tongue   immediately   seeking   entrance.   &   however   wholly   her   senses   devoured   mierin,   she   still   caught   his   strained   sounds   as   he   attempted   to   flee.   a   painfully   human   instinct...   of   course   he   would   run   the   moment   opportunity   presented   itself.   like   some   frightened   little   mouse...   she   caught   mierin’s   bottom   lip   lightly   between   her   teeth   before   pulling   back.   ❝   he’s   all   yours,   my   darling...   ❞   she   whispered,   a   glint   sparking   in   her   eyes.   ❝   show   me...   ❞

[nightdaughtcr]

She looked at the way he screamed, the suggestions planted in his mind, and she smiled, her eyes wide with wonder while she took everything in. Marisa was a force; she was like a raging flame, taking a hold of Mierin's heart and setting it alight. She couldn't remember when she ever felt this, felt this much, this good, and she was taking it all in. Mierin watched Marisa walk to her, and the man was out of her mind for a moment as she let Marisa guide her up, a surprised moan leaving her mouth as she felt those lips against her own. Permission to enter was granted immediately, her own hand grabbing onto her hips, pulling her closer as she kissed back with as much passion as Marisa gave her.

As she heard him try to flee, she smiled into the kiss. Did he really think that she hadn't sealed everything after Marisa had come in? She felt the loss when Marisa pulled back, but hearing her words had her smile again. She pulled her back in for another kiss, a short one, but one that hopefully made Marisa realise how much this meant to Mierin. Finally, someone who wanted to see her darkness, who wasn't asking her to hold back, to pretend there wasn't something cruel crawling underneath her skin. And it made her realise she was utterly in love with Marisa.

She stepped back from Marisa, her normal bright eyes darkened when she thought about what she was about to do. As she turned around, looking at him like a predator would watch its prey, she embraced saidar fully, the room vibrating with the power inside her. Normally, she just let a sliver trickle in; not many felt the true extent of how much she could take. A laugh left her lips as she saw how much he wanted to leave, saw the trail of blood where he tried to crawl away, "Did you really think we would let you leave? We are not done yet." He looked back at them and rattled on the door handle. "There is no one but us here." That, and she had soundproofed the room; nothing that happened in this room would get out.

In a few steps, she was near him, grabbing his hair in her fist and dragging him back. He was kicking and screaming, but it only excited her more. Mierin weaved and opened his mouth, a weave of air, water and earth forced into his mouth, bulging his throat before she cut it into little pieces into his body, like bugs going underneath his skin. He started clawing at his skin, screaming loudly while she just looked at him with dark eyes, then looked up at Marisa, her eyes softening a little as she met her gaze.

[ancientforgcd]

[malumxsubest]

it was lovely to experience this delicate yet ravenous side of lanfear. these hidden pages of her persona fully encapsulated her quite well. and it enmeshed with amelia's character just as well. perhaps, that was one of the reasons they bonded beautifully in the beginning. the other forsaken could never could hold a torch to lanfear; she was her favourite after all.

and her favouritism continued to flourish even further because lanfear created an environment where amelia could indulge these newfound desires of hers in peace, with no disruptions in sight. it almost made her feel human... a delicate rumble resonated within the confines of her chest when the taller woman leaned back in for yet another kiss. puce coloured lips immediately parted upon contact, her tongue tentatively brushing against lanfear's bottom lip while curled her pallid arms around her shoulders.

perhaps this was the closest she'd ever come across the purity of creation...

[nightdaughtcr]

Her own mouth parted as well, tongues playing with each other, tentatively at first, a way to get to know each other better, to feel each other's reactions to their shared kiss. And she couldn't help but moan softly into her mouth. Desire flares up in her as their mouths and tongues explore, her hands moving over the other's body, pulling her as close to her as she could.

Then the hand in her hair moves towards her cheek, cupping it, her thumb tracing her jawline as she parted again. "You are so beautiful. Destructively beautiful. And I can not help but want more of you, to want to explore this body, to see you in all the ways that give you pleasure." She didn't just mean sexually, but also in music, art, chaos, destruction, and hunting. She wanted to see all of Amelia.

[cculters]

❝   well,   there   aren’t   many   things   we   could   do   to   render   him   beyond   repair…   ❞   marisa   mused,   the   corners   of   her   lips   twitching   at   the   sheer   terror   glistening   in   his   eyes.   ❝   that’s   right…   we   may   have   merely   been   warming   up…   ❞   she   told   him,   &   felt   his   body   begin   to   tremble   uncontrollably against hers  with   fear.   killing   had   never   held   much   place   in   her   amusement.   if   anything,   it   felt   as   hollow   to   her   as   it   must   have   to   the   one   drawing   their   final   breath.   but   the   screams,   oh,   they   sparked   an   excitement   akin   to   the   one   power   itself,   flooding   even   the   smallest   cell   of   her   body.   the   beautiful   woman   before   her   —   watching,   admiring,   absorbing   it   all   with   such   fierce   intensity   —   rivalled   even   that   sensation,   though.   or   perhaps   she   bound   those   scattered   fragments   into   something   whole...   a   work   of   art   marisa   had,   until   now,   been   denied.   &   she   longed   to   witness   the   wicked   ideas   that   brilliant   mind   of   mierin’s   might   conjure…

marisa   reached   out,   brushing   a   finger   against   the   other   woman’s   cheek   with   startling   tenderness,   her   blue   eyes   alight   with   utmost   admiration.   ❝   you   won’t   remember   a   thing.   won't   remember   that   it   was   us…   ❞   she   told   the   man,   her   gaze   still   fixed   upon   mierin's,   ❝   you   won’t   remember   this   office,   this   laboratory   at   all.   only   that   you   were   attacked   by   some   group   of   men   nearby,   &   once   you’ve   gathered   enough   strength,   you’ll   be   certain   to   tell   that   to   the   very   people   who   sent   you   here.   ❞   threads   of   spirit,   water   &   air   coiled   around   his   head   before   sinking   deep   into   his   mind.

[nightdaughtcr]

"I do have so many ideas I would like to try out on him. See how long his body or mind will hold on before he gives up." She said that, as she saw how scared he was of them, it filled her with a pleasure she felt only when she was exceptionally cruel towards someone. Have her animalistic side come out to play, and seeing this side to Marisa had made her only more beautiful. She had already noticed that Marisa also liked some of the more 'darker' things, but she had never expected it would get to this extent with her, so she was pleasantly surprised. Even more so, the other seemed to know what she was doing, like she had done this before.

When Marisa reached out, she leaned into the touch more, adoration for the other shown on her face. She listened to Marisa talk and saw the weave usually used to heal people's minds now doing damage to his mind, planting memories there that were different from what had actually occurred here. "Make it hurt, my love. I want him to remember the pain." She was torn between wanting to hurt him more and wanting him gone so she could kiss Marisa. Show her what seeing her like this had done to her.

[cryb2bys]

&.CRYB2BYS ..... DEATH is just the BEGINING

a study on; the burden of immortality, hope in the face of distress, i choose to be kind, grief, a girls' girl, doomed by the narrative (but you are the narrative), flowers blooming in winter, excessive lesbianism, history will forget you but you will never forget their faces, don't be mean to me or i WILL cry, how have you survived, a light in the darkness, and many more.

[nightdaughtcr]

@saburaito asked: "Do you always push buttons?"

She smiled widely at him, almost menacingly. Did she push buttons? The answer to that was quite easy. It was a resounding Yes. She does try to push as many buttons as she can. Lanfear just loves getting reactions from people, reading them, seeing what makes them tick, and then using it against them. She does so in an almost playful manner. "Obviously," She just says, before adding, "Does it bother you?" Not that she would care if it did, but Lanfear actually thinks he enjoys talking to someone who isn't afraid to challenge him.

[beebssources]

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[nightdaughtcr]

@thenightmareofyourdrems asked: (Throat) - sender grabs reciever by their throat ~ rand

She had gotten under his skin enough to make him lash out, and she couldn't help but be thrilled by it. Oh, she loved seeing this side of him. Most would be scared, but not her; she had already let saidar fill her, for if she had to fight him off of her. It made her feel everything so much more, and she felt excited. So she couldn't help the small smile from appearing. "Yes, Rand, show me." She got out as he grabbed her throat.

It made her feel more alive than she had in a long time, seeing him volatile like this, his dark side coming out in all the right ways. She knew it had always been in him, but where she had shown her dark side, he had pretended not to have any of it; here it was, though. "Will you try to kill me?"

[nightdaughtcr]

@malumxsubest liked a post for a starter.

When she had come, she hadn't expected the sight that greeted her at all. But she couldn't help but be intrigued by it. To see a creature like her feed herself, to see how she stilled her hunger. And it was so beautiful to see. She knew she had to thread careful now, a hunter that was in a state of hunting, of feeding, might feel cornered by someone appearing like this. "Please, darling, don't stop. I will leave if you wish it so." But she hoped that she could stay, could watch as it thrilled her to see this.

[ourcbcros]

the   softest   snort   came   as   a   response,   followed   by   a   brief   ❝   oh,   is   it?   ❞   as   rand   seemed   wholly   unwilling   to   concede   he   might,   at   the   very   least,   consider   her   counsel,   while   even   egwene   had   grown   increasingly   wary.   moiraine   might   as   well   have   torn   every   single   hair   off   her   head,   attempting   to   navigate   their   mule-like   obstinace…    or   discern   the   workings   of   that   young   man’s   mind.   yet   the   feel   of   lanfear’s   hand   in   her   hair   unravelled   that   frustration,   reshaping   it   into   a   tremor   instead.   not   fear,   but   excitement?   fear   of   excitement   the   other’s   touch   was   awakening…   no   discipline   could   contain   the   shiver   that   traced   the   length   of   her   at   that   whisper.   want…   had   she   ever   imagined   herself   so   undone   by   a   desire   she   should   not   feel,   yet   which   followed   her   as   faithfully   as   a   shadow   across   the   desert. 

moiraine   drew   a   sharp   breath,   the   sensation   stealing   her   composure   as   her   hands   tightened   at   the   other’s   hips,   seeking   balance,   her   eyes   falling   shut.   she   ought   not   to   have   allowed   it...   &   least   of   all,   allowed   herself   to   want   it   as   fiercely   as   she   mistrusted   it.   ❝   you   may   take   only   in   measure   of   what   you   are   willing   to   yield   in   return…❞   her   voice,   already   low,   edged   towards   teasing.   still,   no   less   a   mask   for   her   own   admission.   still,   it   was   like   this   other   night   all   over   again,   &   she   found   herself   yielding   as   she   had   then   —   drawing   the   other   closer,   even   as   she   pressed   forward,   guiding   lanfear   step   by   step   towards   the   bed.   ❝   is   this   your   way   of   distracting   from   what   lies   ahead?   ❞   moiraine   asked,   pushing   her   slightly,   down   at   the   edge   of   the   bed.   ❝   a   tactic   you,   perhaps,   intended   for   rand   as   well?   i   imagine   he   might   appreciate   it   more   than   i   do...❞ 

rhuidean   lay   scarcely   a   day   &   a   half   ahead,   &   whatever   unease   stirred   within   her   was   surely   nothing   beside   rand’s   burden.   it   was   not   she   who   would   face   the   trial,   after   all.   yet   the   tension   eased,   gradually,   as   moiraine   found   herself   unable   to   resist   pressing   at   lanfear's   buttons   like   that   even   now…   with   such   questions,   with   stepping   between   her   knees   &   looking   down   into   her   eyes,   burying   the   stirrings   of   guilt.   towards   siuan—   perhaps   even   towards   rand   ;   even   as   she   has   been   watching   him   with   egwene,   knowing   lanfear   was   there   with   him   nearly   every   night.   &   she   saw...   that   same   unspoken   weight   lingered   in   his   eyes,   as   it   did   in   her   own.

[nightdaughtcr]

Every reaction she got from Moiraine to her efforts only urged her on. She loved how the others' otherwise stern composure was so easily abandoned under her touches. It made her want to do it more and more. She could see her resolve lessening; it was easy to tell if you knew the signs. It was in the way she breathed just a bit faster, the way she licked her lips, a small sigh, the way Moiraine leaned into her a little more than usual.

And it was fair to say that Lanfear let some of her composure fall as well. She had brought her here after all, to the place that was hers the most out of everything. Something so personal that if Moiraine were to look down from the balcony, she would see the piano that had been in the dream Moiraine had gotten into. She didn't let herself think about what it could potentially mean. Instead, she let Moiraine lead her to her bed, sitting down on it when she felt herself reach the edge and felt Moiraine push her onto it.

She looked into Moiraine's eyes, a smile playing on her lips. It was merely Lanfear acting on desire; for once, there was no actual plan behind it. "Would it matter if this were a mere distraction?" She questioned, "I am here with you now, aching for you to touch me, as much as I want to touch you." She kept eye contact, looking up at her, while her hands went underneath her dress, slowly pushing it up, and her fingers ghosted over her thighs. She leaned in, towards the inside of her thighs, letting her lips kiss over the tender flesh there.

[cculters]

❝   oh,   so   you’ve   come   to   admire   my   destructive   work   of   art,   then?   ❞   her   voice   carried   a   faint,   wicked   lilt.   marisa   arched   a   brow,   her   lower   lip   caught   between   her   teeth   moments   later   in   a   futile   attempt   to   keep   her   smirk   at   bay.   of   course,   it   had   swept   across   the   entire   city,   crashing   with   gossip-worthy   enthusiasm.   it   seemed   that,   even   when   she   made   no   effort   to   attract   attention,   something   would   always   thrust   her   into   the   spotlight   of   other   people’s   whispers.   &   whilst   she   hadn’t   invited   it,   she   could   at   least   amuse   herself   entertaining   the   more   unthinkable   theories   bound   to   spread   just   as   widely.

as   widely   as   the   iron   heat   of   each   brush   of   fingers   or   lips   against   her   skin.   marisa’s   eyes   fell   closed,   allowing   herself   a   fleeting   moment   to   savour   it   ;   not   some   plain,   hollow   sensation,   but   one   that   sparked   her   back   to   life.   her   fingers   tucked   a   strand   of   hair   behind   mierin’s   ear,   her   touch   lingering   as   it   traced   down   her   jawline.   ❝   mm,   i   might...   had   it   anything   to   do   with   our   work.   ❞   a   smile   lingered   at   the   corners   of   her   lips.   ❝   but   i   might   grant   you   the   courtesy   of   being   the   first   to   read   the   paper…   once   it’s   published.   ❞   her   voice   remained   cool   &   composed,   as   it   so   often   did   when   their   conversations   echoed   through   the   laboratory,   successfully   veiling   just   how   affected   she   was   by   the   kisses.   ❝   if   you   ask   nicely   enough,   that   is.   ❞   she   added,   leaning   in   to   murmur   it   against   her   ear.

[nightdaughtcr]

"Oh, darling, I do enjoy some destructiveness at times. It has its own beauty in some way. Don't you think?" She tilted her head to the side and smiled, "But that was not the reason. The reason was my worry for you. I wanted to know for certain you were okay." She confessed this as a matter of fact, as if it was natural to care for a colleague like this. Like she would care for anyone else like this. The truth was that there weren't many people in her life she cared about, and even fewer she would invite into her home.

The closeness, the way Mierin could feel her relax at her kisses, at their closeness, it had butterflies erupt in her belly. She was not going to overthink this, just enjoy it for as long as it lasted. It would only be a little while after all, their indulgence in each other, there was no reason to get any feelings in there. Because she knew that once she let herself fall fully, she would become obsessed with the other. It was, after all, the only love she knew, an obsessive one. "Ah," she just said against Marisa's neck, sucking softly on the skin there, before bending lower, mouth moving towards her chest. "You know I would love to read it as soon as you are finished with it."

Did she want to know now? Yes, yes, she did want that. But she understood the need to keep things to yourself when you are on the verge of understanding something, so she knew Marisa would want to keep it to herself for now. And she would not press her further. "How do you propose me asking nicely enough?" She asked, looking up at Marisa while her lips moved over the swell of her breast, on the edge of her cleavage as she spoke.

[nightdaughtcr]

@ghstlnes asked: ❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞ { from rand }

She looked back at him, trying to take in what he was saying to her. Was he actually confessing this to her? She stands up, walking up to him, her hand going to his jaw, cupping it. "And you mine, Rand. I want you still." She shouldn't want him, not after everything she had gone through, first with Lews and now with him. He kept breaking the remnants of her heart over and over again; still, she couldn't help how her butterflies appeared when he said this to her. As much as she knew it would end in her being heartbroken and even angrier, she was also grasping at the straws he gave her, because eventually she just wanted to love and be loved in return. "Are you sure it is me you want?"