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"The more h i d d e n the {venom}, the more dangerous it is." --- Marguerite de Valois ---

[prauitas]

{Darling Demon}:

“Darling mors can’t rule my hell. I need a strong heir so that I can be a lazy woman and spend my days with you… “

(☼) - “Isn’t that what you do already? As I recall Lzet is still handling most of your work.”

[prauitas]

(☼) -  “When did we start adopting mortals?”

[envy-and-pride]

S H O W  M E  Y O U R  T E E T H

[prauitas]

lelyeh replied to your post :Quiet little steps into the serpents garden. a...

Quietly she settles the cookie platter down as she’d pulled off her boots and jacket, settling them to the side and laying with her lovely serpent. Twisting a lock of his green hair, leaning in and scattering kisses across his features. “Always.”

(☼) - Affections are returned in tired fashion, a soft peck being placed upon Reficul’s cheek before setting once more into the grass. Arms stretch out, wrapping around her waist with a little nuzzle as the tiny spouse was pulled closer.

“Special occasion or just feeling generous?”

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{Dearest Devil}:

        【astéri to pro̱í】camellias BLOSSOM beneath warm grace, blessed with only the purest of love–an undying romance rekindled with every rising dawn & smoldering strong in nyx’s silent dusk. rib cage bounces alongside HASTENED HEARTBEATS in accordance with the waning gap between respective forms, elation easing fallen atrocities to appreciate the small, PEACEFUL moments amid ever-turbulent oceans. devil’s grasp ceases its brush of spring-grown strands in favor of embracing his ONE & ONLY.

                            ❝i’m apologizing anyways.❞

(☼) - Hands slip away from the other, sliding past broad shoulders and wrapping firmly around his neck. Tail shifts to curl around the devil’s ankles, forehead pressing to the others with a small chuckle. Such warmth was something cold blooded beasts as himself could do little but lust and long for. How sweet it was to urge apologies despite no real damage having been done.

“Well if you so insist then your apology is accepted.”

[prauitas]

{Dearest Devil}:

        【astéri to pro̱í】heavy scowl left DESIRING for more threatens to mar god-chiseled skin & shares in its blasphemy for aching lids to recede back into loving sleep, but his mind already spurs into motion, gradients of slant light BURNING RETINAS until blood surges structures upright, rising as though he were the sun itself: stretching spines-made-diamonds until satisfying pops are heard, STRAINING muscles until they burn with satisfaction. stiff complexion retains its ACRID demeanor, however, relaxing if only a little when approaching to steal a kiss along the cervical curve of lover’s neck, shadows then clinging to their master’s own skeleton & manifesting into daily garb. he has long-since sought little need to exercise effort in small everyday gestures when the convenience of magic & devilry makes such things meaningless. weariness his ever-present arch-nemesis, brief seconds of immaturity persist on chords meant to sing HYMNS & give PRAISE to light above.

                            ❝hmph.❞

musings of a child persist no more, hands made absent on naga’s shoulders only to present themselves in proposition, raised to BECKON for sangreal’s blessing (a COMMUNION WITH SERPENTS, where the downfall of eve dances upon loose lips) where elux–foul, duplicitous monster of a god–would spit DAMNATION upon he. yet matters of demons & angels, struggles as old as the conception of reality, pale in comparison to the priority love (THEIA MANIA) holds as it emerges from dew-kiss’d petals to speak.

                            ❝shall we head off then, love?❞

(☼) - Verdant cloak is gathered from its heap on the floor, carelessly tossed about thin shoulders and secured tightly about the serpent’s collar. Glistened scales slink to and fro with quiet hums brimming with the creature’s joyous attitudes, lithe fingers brushing and curling around the devil’s outstretched hand in passing. A silent acceptation to the invitation. A tilt of the head and a smile bestowed in return to further coax the nocturnal hellion to follow suit.

“Shall we travel a new route this morning? Something a bit refreshing for us both if it’s not too much of a request, dear.”

Arms enclose around the other’s, taking to the demon’s left as he rests his head oh so gently upon dark clad shoulder. It wasn’t very often the opportunity for different sights presented themselves, however, after prying the other from blissful slumber he wouldn’t complain should his notion be turned down. The very fact he could have beloved spouse all to himself, without nary a distraction to pull ever longed for attention away, was all he had wanted in the end.

[prauitas]

(☼) -  “Who brought this hideous thing into my house...”

[prauitas]

Quiet little steps into the serpents garden. a plate of freshly baked cookies in her hand. her other gliding along the serpents tail to gently wake him. leaning down to press her lips to his cheek. ".... you seem comfortable "

(☼) - Eyes open wearily, wandering upwards to focus on the darling demon before them. Tail curls as the serpent stretches out their muscles, rolling onto their back and giving a soft, drowsy smile.

“Quite so. Care to join me?”

[forcefulxlotus]

Sinners with their hands coated in blood Have no salvation waiting for them. Come, let us sink into the depths of our sins Together, where we will be in Hell for an eternity.

A Study in Sinners ( Michaela )  (via forcefulxlotus)

[aurorayok]

long time no see!! yay!!!

i’m here for Funamusea’s updated and i’ll fade away BYE /shot

i’m sorry i’m too busy i’m too lazy and i’m too artblocking i’m sorry i can’t fight it i’m sorry

[prauitas]

“Fill my heart with song...            And let me sing for ever more... You are all I long for...                       All I worship and adore...”

[sbiadito-deactivated20180702]

         【astéri to pro̱í】taunting gestures disassemble with facets of unpronounced regret affecting his demeanor, reduced to its basic thoughts in the presence of his one & only, concealed sides that would never see the light of day were it not for sentiments binding his limbs to the earth where bellies writhe. fingers meant for strangling caress the halo of his beloved’s head, framing sunkissed pallor as foreheads touch & tenderness (his sole weakness, temptation that brought god’s holiest of angels to devilish deeds).

                             ❝apologies. you gave me                           an opportunity & i simply took it.❞

[prauitas]

(☼) - Fingers curl around the other’s hands, childish pouts and frustrations melting with only the simplest of affections leaving behind the sort of elated, happy smile reserved only for him and him alone. Verdant scales curl loosely about the floor in the creature’s delight and paled cheeks gain a soft rose-ish hue.

“No, no. Don’t apologize. It’s my fault for not taking the joke is all.”

[blackfxsh]

Precious gloves are slipped off to reveal black claws, tucking the cloth away in her coat. Without a single care for the pieces of flora and debris in her flowing locks, she begins the daunting task of braiding the lengthy dead cells as she follows.

"Sweetheart, unless you plan to remove every single piece of flower from my hair, I suggest you stop before I remove your hand."

Without a trip in her stride, she inspects what she has to work with. The foyer isn’t that bad. Nice to know the devil has a lazy husband. She hums in thought, absentmindedly throwing her now braided hair over her shoulder, momentum carrying it to make a full circle round her neck. She should probably get this over with.

"Cleaning supplies?"

[prauitas]

(☼) -  Lips pull upwards in jovial fashion, teasing laughs echoing softly as he opts to take the hint that luck had been pushed to its tipping point. Those poor flowers, trapped in the orca’s greasy, dark hair. After the foyer, perhaps it was her who needed a wash next. 

“In that case a little color would suit you better then.”

Cleaning supplies? A moment passes in thought. Then another. The serpent truly appeared clueless, didn’t he, but for one who spent most of his time outdoors none could really fault him. That garden was more of a home than the actual building that enclosed it. In hindsight, asking Lzet beforehand may have been a good idea.

“Check the closet to your right, maybe?”

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James Dashner, The Death Cure

[victoriousvocabulary]

LOGOPHILE

[noun]

a lover of words.

Etymology: from Greek logo-, a combining form appearing in loanwords from Greek, where it meant “word,” “speech” + -phile, a combining form meaning “lover of,” “enthusiast for” that specified by the initial element.

[Catrin Welz-Stein - The Storybook]

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Kelly Link, Stranger Things Happen

[victoriousvocabulary]

LUFTMENSCH 

[noun]

1. someone with their head in the clouds; one more concerned with airy intellectual pursuits than practical matters.

2. an impractical contemplative person having no definite business or income.

Etymology: Yiddish, from German luft, “air” and mensch, “person”.

[Paula Belle Fores - Love - Head in the Clouds]