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the white noise tapers off eventually, his dissociative state seeing him staring off into the distance without seeing a thing. not the shifting blades of grass, or skittering fauna, not their campmates meandering about. nothing at all. so, it's a sudden thing, snapping back into focus as he does. perhaps its due to the incessant gnawing sensation along his skin, as if he were a dog's chewtoy. usually, he was the dog.
wordlessly, xvilnar grabs vhaal'krin's face as it comes into his field of vision. there's a notable lack in gentility as he does it, his hand large enough to engulf the others' entire face, or thereabouts. his opposite hand comes up as he draws him closer, to then prod his fingers at and in the drow's mouth, turning his head this way and that with apparent ease. a finger pushes under his lips to bear his teeth and gums, as if inspecting. his brow furrows in feigned concentration.
“ you cannot be teething, you already have a full set, ” his spit-covered fingertip presses to the sharp point of his canine, hard enough to draw his own blood. xvilnar leans in close to vhaal'krin's face, head tilting to peer impossibly closer, his grip easing up some, “ or are you just starved of attention? ” @demonwebs.
"a quick wit is rare indeed." not elion calling xvil dumb 😔
xvilnar's eyes roam the elf, his stare piercing, analytical, silently deciding which part of him looked the most... puncturable. “ mm, brave. you're making a lot of noise for someone in stabbing distance, darthiir. ”
Oh.
Something in his body involuntarily softens as his body is hauled against the confinements of Xvilnar's chest; the gentle rustling of fabrics brushing together more audible as his protests die down, and his flimsy resilience melts away into begrudging acceptance.
The clawed hand rests against his sternum, narrow shoulders visibly slumping, the struggle gradually draining from him. "...don't you dare pull my hair..." he warns in a clear, innocuous coo, placated by those calloused fingers toying with the white silk of his hair, the pale strands unspooling against his hand.
"Hmph..." the drow grouches; absentmindedly nuzzling that warm, ruddy cheek against his nose. "Horrible wife, you are..." Nuzzle. Nuzzle. "I come bearing gifts and all you can think to do is pop me like a grape..."
the lack of retaliation might usually arouse suspicion, but what need of his is being satisfied in the moment overrides all logic. and he has need in abundance. the issued warning is heeded, for the most part, as his fingers continue their idle toying. in the scarce pockets of his memory that were available to him, he couldn't recall enjoying something so simple as this. despite the warring urge to ruin it.
xvilnar's lips part, teeth bared, near the apple of vhaal'krin's cheek with the evergrowing desire to bite, bite, bite with each nuzzle. it wouldn't have to pierce flesh to be satisfying. just a nibble, a gnaw. a taste. a small appetiser to sample. a―
“ gifts? ” xvilnar's head rears back only slightly, his opposing hand having come to rest upon vhaal'krin's thigh, or rather, the plentiful fabric that covered them. unless these gifts were hiding somewhere among them, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. “ what gifts? ”
berries go bad so fast because they are born evil unfortunately
i want to be skin to skin
care,sender takes care of receiver when they're sick. oops
it's all-consuming, whatever this is. this... sickness, spreading through him like wildfire and rendering him bedridden, weak. a kind of fever, someone had called it. shadowheart, perhaps, he couldn't recall. he had been so in and out of consciousness he had lost all concept of time. each visitor a blur, voices muffled by the bloody pounding in his head. he hated it, this pathetic feebleness. no illness had taken him so viciously before. he had thought himself so impervious to it. how foolish.
there was little sense to the words he spoke to the figure sat by his side now, unintelligible mutterings and sickly moans following suit. the feeling of something cool and wet dabbing at his face causes him to stir, his eyes blinking open, blearily. the first thing he notices is that he is in a tent. whether it belongs to him or another, such detail is lost on him. the pale figure that begins to take shape slowly comes into focus, but is immediately familiar. what tension had gripped him so suddenly at the unknown eases then, and his fingers reach out to snag onto vhaal'krin's robe to check if he's real and not a figment of his imagination.
“ this is what death feels like, ” xvilnar's head turns on his pillow, his voice abnormally faint, as weak as the rest of him. he watches vhaal'krin then, who appears oddly quiet... and gentle. oh, he's definitely dead, or dreaming. “ my pretty little wife. finally killed me, ” he croaks, unbothered despite his words. or was he the wife still? his attention wavers and his palm raises to rub at his clouded eye. “ hmm, you get bored of me? s' that it? ”
actions speak louder than words, @demonwebs.
actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)
back, sender gives receiver a back hug.
beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.
book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.
care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.
catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.
cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.
cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.
dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.
dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.
draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.
flower, sender gives receiver a flower.
footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.
forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.
jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.
kiss, sender kisses receiver.
link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.
massage, sender offers receiver a massage.
patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.
piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.
pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
press, sender presses receiver against a wall.
propose, sender proposes to receiver.
quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.
rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.
sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.
sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.
tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.
tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.
tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.
umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.
warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.
I really need to eat a guy [remembers how this website gets about cannibalism] in a distinctly non-erotic manner [remembers to fight back against the stigmatization of sexuality] but my cock's rock hard for other reasons.
There's a grimace from the warlock, as though preparing for a much larger explosion than what actually came. Well, at least the damn building hadn't come down like they'd silently feared.
"I could have achieved it all the same with a simple 'Ist'aufein, can you find us another way out of here?'" The smaller 'drow' would give him something of a pointed look. "I do believe the point of our little group is avoiding a grisly death, am I wrong?" Well, more like 'horrific alien transformation' but that was pretty much the same thing as far as they were concerned. The very thought made their skin crawl.
“ hmm, but we did avoid it, didn't we? ” the building has stopped shaking and the smoke seeping through the cracks of the trap door is minimal. he would call that a win. although, the dust falling from the rafters hasn't alleviated any, better that than the entire rooftop collapsing on them.
“ what, you think i was going to kill you? ” well, maybe the thought had crossed his mind prior to lobbing the smokepowder bomb. but, he hadn't followed through until they made a run for it. that had to count for something. xvilnar leans in, his gaze casually shimmying over ist'aufein. he would make a pretty corpse, but, the warlock was of more use to him alive, presently. he brings a hand up to poke the other drow on the nose, “ no singed hair, no missing limbs. could be worse, eh? ”
pulls roselle's ponytail
how cruel @scionth was. she jerks back by the action, whipping her head around and shooting the large drow a glare. ❝ this is not the way to please me! ❞ a pause, then her expression contorts a little, falling into deep thought for a moment. ❝ well, under different circumstances... but this isn't them! ❞ huffing, she presses both palms against the barbarians chest and pushes him, barely managing to make him take a step back. then, her index finger points directly in his face in warning. ❝ the next time you touch me, it better be with the intention to make me purr, or i'll turn you into a cheese wheel and then feed you to scratch! ❞
as rose points her finger at him, he has half a mind to taste test. she could be an angry little thing when she wanted to be. apparently, it didn't take much. xvilnar looks down at her with a hint of a smile. “ why, you a kitty cat? ” his head slowly tilts to the side, an inquisitive glimmer in his eyes as they drag along the side of her face, seeking her ears hidden underneath thick wavy hair. “ a soft touch all it takes to get you purring? you that easy? ” despite the high possibility she would actually follow through and turn him into said wheel of cheese, xvilnar's hand reaches out to, instead, brush her hair back and seek to playfully pinch at her earlobe.
As his voiced washed over her, everything in her mind seemed to muddle together. She no longer followed the Spider Queen, tried to fight the belief that she better because she was drow. Most lives matter in some way, was what she was trying to learn. It was hard, she could admit, hard to remember that she didn't need to slay everything - everyone - in her path.
He's right, something deeper than her blood song whispered. Was he? It was a teaching of Lolth, of what she was fighting against. What she had run from, clutching her brother's hand in a deadly grip.
The dagger at her hip suddenly felt hot. As if it burned through her for release.
Tatithra took a deep breath, pushing down everything Xvilnar was bringing to the surface.
"Udos shlu'ta tlu," we can be. She chewed on her lip, the pain making her feel a little better at the raging beast rattling in her chest.
She shook her head, fingers clutching at her sides. Despite her words one of those hands landed on the hilt of her dagger - and gripped it tight. She feared what giving would do to her mind. What giving in would mean when she finally found her elder brother. He would be disappointed in her and she couldn't handle that.
"It wouldn't aid us. We have a goal and this is a distraction." She croaked out, throat suddenly dry.
The ground covered in blood and entrails; hands coated in it like a glove. A relief to let loose, to finally loosen the grip on her control. To feel-
Tatithra took a step back, breathing sharply.
she was dwelling on this too much, for too long. they could quiver over right and wrong until the sun goes down, it wouldn't change the fact that the desire was there. and he could see it.
corrupting a seldarine would surely win him lolth's favour, no? he hadn't felt the spider queen's presence in so long he was beginning to wonder if he ever had at all. it was high time. as if on cue, xvilnar watches as tatithra withdraws, that visible inhalation acting almost as a reassurance. his jaw tightens as frustration begins to seep in.
“ who's to say what will and won't aid us? this cretin could betray us in a heartbeat and we, the fools, will have wrought our own demise, ” he counters, eyes lingering on the trembling mass between them, it's fate yet to be determined.
perhaps it was he that itched to shed blood, however, this wasn't a test of his will but hers. her will is weak. xvilnar sighs as she takes a step back, his fingers flexing restlessly by his sides.
“ he will die, and i can't promise my methods will be as merciful as yours. consider that. ”
Vhaal'krin's large, red eyes flutter wide, blinking unwittingly in sheer disbelief, and his mouth opens to protest; wait, no! No! This isn't how this was supposed to go! but the sound that comes out instead is a high pitched squeak as he's reeled into Xvilnar's bulky chest, his strong arms encircling him as if he'd a been nothing more than a rubber duck to be snatched and squeezed until he made noise.
Heat immediately nips those pale his cheeks red.
It's not fair, he can't come out on top as both the husband and the wife—this is preposterous!
"No—! S-Stop that..." the protest deflates on his tongue, morphing into a pleading whine as the pale drow vainly pushes his dainty hands against the other's chest, those twiggy arms wholly unable to shove him off, grumbling protests while turning his blushing cheek towards him. "—you can't win every time..."
“ win? ” no, he heard that right. xvilnar squashes the laughter threatening to bubble out of his throat. win? when he has ever? despite the feeble protests echoing faintly in his ears and pressing against his chest, his eyes zero in on the red blossoming on vhaal'krin's pale cheeks. he's never been known for his impeccable impulse control, so, naturally, his nose is nuzzled in close to the flushing warmth before he can think otherwise. his arm tightens around vhaal, who, if he protested enough could slink away if he wished. not that xvilnar planned on making it that easy for him, as his fingers begin to twirl and tangle in the ends of his hair.
“ can't i? i beg to differ, ” his words are muffled against the drow's cheek, his teeth dying to sink into the supple flesh as one would bite into a juicy red apple. it's almost dinner time after all, and hearing the other whimper and whine was always an excellent appetiser. “ as your wife, i think you ought to allow me the privilege, don't you? ”
puts a lil bow on his head "You be the wife now."
his head dips without a second thought as vhaal'krin approaches, otherwise preoccupied with preparing their dinner. the dagger he had been using to peel the potato's is stabbed into the dirt by his boot as a bow is bestowed atop his dishevelled hair. as if he were being crowned king of the camp. you be the wife now. xvilnar glances up at @demonwebs, tossing the half-peeled potato back into it's bucket. he had his fun, treating the pale drow as his camp-wife. it was only fair he share the load every now and again. boldly, he shoots his arm out to wrap around his husband's waist, drawing him in. it's a dangerous concept, roleplaying or not.
“ that right, jaluk? and so if i tell my husband to obey my every command, he has no choice but to heed me, hm? ”
so did you ever figure out if you had a foot fetish or not?
“ are you offering to help me find out? ” an answer in and of itself. maybe she was curious too. who was he to judge? “ you look like you'd be too ticklish. we wouldn't make it very far, ” xvilnar crouches before her then, fingers wrapping around her ankle and pulling abruptly. “ mmm, they're kind of ugly though, aren't they? too bony, like chicken feet, ” he pinches one of her toes between his fingers, then, appearing sceptical. unamused. “ to be expected of rivvil. you couldn't possibly pleasure me with these. ”
thank you black mold. thats a wonderful idea black mold.
if you ever miss xvilnar, you can find him in —
ragnar lothbrok from vikings: odin gave his eye to acquire knowledge… but i would give far more. / visual inspiration.
fushiguro toji from jujutsu kaisen: deadbeat forgetful dad vibes / i deviated from my true self. at that point, i had already lost. i thought i had set aside such petty pride. to be proud neither of myself nor others… i chose that path, didn't i?
stitch from lilo & stitch: you are built to destroy. you can never belong / this is your badness level. it's unusually high for someone your size. we have to fix that.
marc spector from moon knight: nobody in this bar, myself included, knows precisely what i'm capable of. / i'll do you like they did to osiris, they'll never find all your pieces.
venom from... venom: outstanding. now, let's bite all their heads off, and pile them up in the corner. / your world is not so ugly after all. i'm almost sorry to see it end.
lisbeth salander from the girl with the dragon tattoo: she had discovered that the most effective method of keeping the fear at bay was to fantasize about something that gave her a feeling of strength. she closed her eyes and conjured up the smell of gasoline.
wade wilson from deadpool: yeah. that is a gun in my pants. but that doesn't mean i'm not happy to see you... / i now realize I've never experienced happiness. i put on a good show, but... i simply don't know the meaning of the word... and i never will.
anakin skywalker from star wars: all i’m surrounded by is fear. fear, and dead men. / i am what you made me.
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