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My third Touchstarved oc! His origin is the Oracle :3
Enamored by Ais, stumbles over his words, his feet and basically heart go boom boom
The second moon shall open our third eye. Eyes will shine down on us. Gaze warm and cold. His touch will be a blessing from the second moon. His third eye will be open before us, letting us see the truth. The second moon. His touch will heal, enlighten, and open the path for us forward. Bring Him gifts and sit Him on our throne. His fertility will seed a generation of those who will guide us through peril, will protect us from those who bear no soul, bear no third eye and cannot see the truth in the second moon. Harvest His hair and embed them in scrolls, harvest His blood for medicine, feed Him a variety for His mind, harvest His skin to make the crop growth plentiful. He will guide us and give us wisdom, one that only He can bestow.
Once He is of age, let Him give rise to those who will protect us from the soulless. Harvest Him of all that He is, our Saviour, our Prophet, our Deliverance, Our Prophecy. Our Second Moon.
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The posters bleed down the walls, the room spun. Everything was a lie. All of it. His breath short, suffocating. Tears blurred his eyes. Hands reached for him, but when they landed on his CURSED skin their faces twist. Fingers reaching for his neck, intention to kill their idol. Blood. Blood! BLOOD!!! ALL OVER THE WALLS??? How did he get here? How did this happen? His pristine shoes struggled in the soft, wet, squishy soil, heels sinking into the soil, nearly tripping him. SENOBIUM!!! The prophecy! It must be real? He can't take it, his chest hurts. Everything he has been preparing for, all the time he spent learning; its all GONE!!!
I'm not a violent dog, I have friends and I get along with them. Yet anger always stirs somewhere deep, deeper than my marrow— and I have no idea why. I'm not a violent dog, but anytime someone gets too close I bite, teeth bared and lunging forward; scaring them as far away from me as I can. I'm not a violent dog, I just don't want to be looked down upon. I won't let anyone underestimate me. I'm not a violent dog, I want everyone scared of me so they'll take me seriously. I'm not a violent dog, I can't help but bite back, even if I barely received a playful nip. I'm not a violent dog, I've been freezing for so long that warmth burns and gives me blisters I'll chew on. I'm not a violent dog, I don't want to keep chewing on my own skin and then lap up the blood that seeps from those wounds. I don't want to be a violent dog. I'm meant to be a bird.
Human & Idol & Modern AU! These 5 are a part of a band named "TOUCHSTARVED"
Leander is the leader of the group and a singer! Writes some of the lyrics! Labeled as "Daddy Leander" for being the leader and calling the shots.
Kuras is the oldest of the group, does sing but doesn't get many lines as he likes producing the songs instead! Also helps with the choreo. Labeled as "Mama Kuras" by the fans!
Mhin is the main dancer, does a mix of rap and singing, though sings more often! They're also very active on social media, whole page is full of cat pics! Dubbed "Miwn miwn" (Like a high pitched "mew") by the fans!
Ais is the main rapper! Gym rat, posts nonstop about his gains. His dance is only second to Mhin. Grows out a stubble once in a while to freak out the fans. Does a lot of the instrumental for Kuras. Wears fake horns to be more demon-like. Is called "Oni" a lot, fucking freaks...
Vere is the visual, always front, centre and in your face. Wears fake ears to push the fox motif. Heart throb. Is also a dancer but way more fluid. Writes most of the lyrics! Second most active on social media, random life updates, food places and a LOT and I mean A LOT of fit checks!
Stakes: Mentions of drinking, first time, PIV sex, cunnilingus, minimal aftercare, brief mention of self harm, she/her pronouns
Rxd's Notes: My first commission and it's from a dear friend! Love you <3 (Now I'm hooked on the game!) SPOILERS for Leander's route at the end of demo :PP
Game length: 4.3k
ID Checks! Must be 18+ to play or be banned!
The stools stand so close to each other that their knees brush against one another. Subtle intimacy kept under the table. Leander's arm resting on the bar's counter moves close, fingers gently brushing over her cloak. Wanting nothing more than to feel the skin underneath. Every one of his honey-sweet words draws eyes to the pair, Adders eyeing their leader and the one he sits with. "You're no roach, the others at the bar though..." He trails off, and so do his eyes. Glancing back at the exit as Ais leaving with the lowlife in tow.
Once she looks back, he's already looking at her. A stunning, sickening, pale green. "I'll keep a better eye on you." His smile is so warm, she feels like she's falling. "You deserve to see everything great that Eridia has to offer, Silas." "I'd like that." Not a single thought can form in her head, just the thought of good days and amazing ANYTHING is almost impossible, yet he gives her that. As if he- "You would? Then how would you feel being on a leash?" She's dead, right? This is heaven? But her body feels like hell.
A choked, baffled laugh escapes her, but those eyes hold true. "Just kidding!" A familiar grin spreading across his face. "Vere's the only one on a leash here." Her gaze drops with an amused laugh, though his eyes linger on her. Leander brought talk of food up, probably trying to salvage the Wet Wick's horrendous, barely edible tree bark of "appetizers". Once she mentions fried dough sticks, he immediately offers rosewater porridge. He might as well buy her a fancy home and a horse.
Tang of guild stirs in her. "Or I could earn some money and buy it for you." Eyes meet once more. "Y'know... for the inn and everything." His brows raise before his eyes squint ever so slightly. "You don't owe me anything, Silas. Giving you a place to sleep is basic human decency." He turns on his stool to face her. "If there's anything I can do to keep you safe, I'll do it in a heartbeat." The words are so sweet, sweet enough to make her teeth tingle. How can he offer a delicacy back to back to back?
Silas searches his eyes, but he means every word. Every breath. As if doubt were a foreign concept to him, he ponders, "Is there something on my face?". Her gaze drops as she sighs. "I wish..." Amusement tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Oh? What were you looking for then?" He leans in, playful. "Honesty... Whatever the hell that could look like." His smile drops, voice getting ever so slightly quieter, warmer. "You don't believe me, Silas?" She considers her words briefly. "It's just... It's just you're saying all the right words."
Her lips stiffen, teeth chewing on her gums as she squeezes her hands for comfort. "Maybe I'm just skeptical that a person like you could exist. Someone willing to give and keep giving." Leander glances down at his bottle of rum, swirling it around and picking his words carefully. She hears a clink as he sets it down behind her. His hand on her knee, he gently pulls her to face him; it then moves to take her hand.
Green eyes once again meet her purple. Gently, he gives her hand a squeeze before speaking. "I can't change what happened in your past, Silas. I would if I could. Believe me." She wants to believe him, so fucking bad. "But you're here now, and I'll do my best to help you." A sheepish look settles on his face. "I'm grateful you're even giving me a chance!" Another soft squeeze draws her eyes down. Yesterday, she remembers how her heart raced, skin on skin, fingertips tracing the contours of his hand.
The sensation was unforgettable; everything tingled once it was over. A wave of melancholy washed over her, self-hatred crawled its way out of the pit in her stomach and up her throat. "If you've seen the things I've done... you might feel differently." Absentmindedly she rubs his knuckles through the gloves. Lingering on what's under those white binds. Leander lifts her chin with the crook of his finger, their faces so close they could share a breath. Her eyes cannot rip away from his.
Another squeeze, the leather now feeling rough and suffocating. "You're not dangerous, Silas. Trust me." Like a snare, she's hooked on his words. Trapped in his scalding, passionate embrace, it hurts. Borderline burns. A brilliant green gazing through lush eyelashes. Proximity undeniable, hand in hand, his hand under her chin. A single motion, and they'll collide— A flush blooms on his face once he notices the eyes on them both.
With a loud clearing of his throat, he's leaning back as the warmth of his hands leaves you. "We'll maybe a little dangerous, my manners disappear around you!" He rubs his neck. "You can really capture my attention." Now the blush blooms on Silas' face as she lets out a small cough and focuses on the bar counter instead. "Likewise, I wanted to talk to you again." As his attention shifts back to her, Leander's blush dissipates. "I wanted to talk to you as well."
Silas glances at the Adders chugging down drinks before speaking. "Is it okay that you're spending so much time with me? Do you have work with the Adderstone? Y'know, patching leaky roofs?" Leander smiles before answering. "You came at the right time, actually. There's always work to get done, but some days are slower than others. Tonight's definitely a slow night." Her fingertips found her cloak. "Sorry I kind of crashed your party, I didn't know you all knew each other." He smiled brightly. "I had no idea you've met them! How'd you manage that all in a day?"
"It just kind of happened, I guess. Like a whirlwind." Something flashes in Leander's eyes. "I'm kinda jealous. A part of me wants you all to myself." He shoots her a wink. "For your safety, of course." What a save. "They all might seem nice, but half are monsters and the other have their flaws." "You must know them really well, then." "More than they realize, got anyone on your mind you'd like to know more about?"
Something about the way he talked about others, starting off neutral and then planting doubt. Before she could ask, he enquires first. "Have you kept our little secret?" Her eyes narrow, searching for something. "Our secret?" He gives his fingers a little wiggle— Oh, that! "Only you know." As if the sun hugged him, he smiled so brightly. Beaming with happiness and, maybe, pride. Something that only those two share.
Butterflies take flight in her stomach— the feeling's so intense she feels nauseous. "I'm relieved to hear that! By the way, let me know if you have some time to talk privately. I've already gathered some relevant information that you might be interested in." Without skipping a beat, she blurts out. "I'm not busy!" He smiles "Perfect." "What did you manage to find? How did you manage it so fast?" ""What can I say? I live to serve." He does a once-over the entire bar before leaning in. "I'll tell you the details, but not here; too many prying ears." She stands up after him. "Shall we head upstairs?" and she answers with an eager "Yes!" Unable to contain her excitement.
"After you." The walk up the steps brings clarity to her mind. Embarrassment creeps as she looks around the small, dark box that her inn room is, the unmade bed from which she crawled off. Just her and him. Alone. In the dark. Her mind wanders, but not for long. A click of the lock quickens her heartbeat. "Peace and quiet." The loud chatter barely seeps through the floor, and the suspicious thumping a few doors down says otherwise. With a graceful flick of Leander's fingers, all the candles spark alight. Making his way to the bed and plopping on it with a sigh.
Her mind races as she awkwardly lingers by the door. The yearning for his touch, the thoughts that come with proximity. Noticing her awkward demeanour, he asks, "Is something wrong?" Pulled from her thoughts, she stutters out. "N-No! Nothing's wrong!" Her hands waving and panic rising in her. Leander's eyes narrowing on her face, taking in her expression. "You seem uncomfortable." Words stuck in her throat as Leander was thinking over the situation. Snapping the silence with a click of his tongue.
"Shit, I'm so inconsiderate, aren't I? This is your private space and I shouldn't be barging in like this." Panic unclogs her throat. "No! That's not-" Guilty eyes look up at her. "I'm sorry, Silas. You've been through so much these couple of days, let's talk about this tomorrow." Leander leans forward as he gets ready to get up. "You should rest." Her breath hitches. No! Not when the answer is on the tip of his tongue, not when the cure, or at least the possibility of it, is a few words away!
With swift steps, her hands land on his shoulders and firmly reseat him. The proximity is suffocating as his wide eyes stare up at her. What now?! He is sitting back down; what now?! The first words that come to mind spill out. "Don't leave. Please!" desperation lacing every word. "Silas... You're afraid." Is she? Is she desperate? Is she in pain? Is she loving every second? She can't tell anymore. In fight or flight, she always fights— yet her hands want to pull away. His hands catch her wrists. With a smile, he guides her hands back onto his shoulder. Her legs between his.
"I won't leave you, Silas." Fuck... FUCK! The air is hot and heavy— she can't take a breath. Words as thick and sweet as honey, sticking every thought together into an incomprehensible mess. It feels like a lie, all of it. A sweet-looking apple that's hollow on the inside. It stings her eyes; she wants every word he says to be true. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she asks for a covenant. "Do you promise?" He answers fast. "I promise." As if doubting the contract he signed before her. "What if I am paranoid about you being nice to me?" Tears prick her eyes, throat feeling tight.
"Then I'll keep being nice to you until you believe it." He seals the deal with a wax stamp as he promises. "I won't leave you, and you won't leave me." As if seeing her disconnection, he gently rubs circles on her wrists. Keeping her from flying off. "You're strong, Silas. I've never seen a curse like yours, yet you still rise above it. The way you're able to contain it..." His gaze wanders. "It's fascinating, and well, I- it's a bit embarrassing..." A blush creeps up on his face as his voice turns into a whisper.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you since I met you." Everything in her mind broke. What..? Her body heated up again, she wants to run. "What... did you say?" As if Leander were a little boy caught stealing candy. "Whaaaat? Who said that? Nothing! I mean— No one!" He tries to laugh off the embarrassment. "Just forget I said anything! I mean- who said that? I didn't say anything!" She must actually be dead, and this is heaven, or maybe hell. What is up and what is down anymore?
Silas is like ten steps behind, yet Leander keeps walking. "I might be getting carried away with this. Not every day I find something that challenges me." His gaze meets hers again. "But I'll do everything on your terms, at your pace. Anything you want." He's going to kill her. As if he can sense what she wants, what is written all over her face. It's clear he wants it too. All restraints snap. "I want to touch your face." Not expecting that, Leander's gaze quickly looks elsewhere. "Oh! You're more forward than I thought you'd be." Guilt creeping from her stomach once more.
"Is, is that okay?" More doubts creep up, but they're cast away by warm, yearning green eyes and a "It's better than okay, Silas." He takes her hands in his. An unknowing smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. He keeps saying her name; it's driving her crazy. A playful side peeks out. "Hurry up then!" Her smile bright, brighter than he'd ever seen it be. "Your wish is my command, Silas." She'll die here. Unwrapping her hands like unwrapping a present, a gift for both of them.
He steals glances from her every so often as he frees her hands. The bandages are put aside as he looks up expectedly. The drum of her heart is loud in her ears, in her head. Pads of her fingers trace the edge of his jaw, feeling him swallow, feeling him tense. His heart beat right under her pinky finger. She lets her palm rest on his cheek. It's warm, so warm. Feeling playful, Leander questions, "Well? Are you enjoying yourself?" Her thumb brushes over the raised keloid scar on his cheek, and he laughs.
Leander's whole body shudders as he laughs a little. His earring cold against the back of her hand. "Haha! That tickles!" She takes in his smiling face. "Yes, I'm enjoying myself." Too much, this is all too much. The way her name rolls off his tongue, her feeling his skin, his face. Her hands move lover, one settles on the side of his throat, the other lingers by his mouth. Gently, she swipes her thumb over his bottom lip. The room feels stuffy now. Clothes too restricting, tingling in the most intimate parts.
Leander's eyes spark with desire, passion— hunger. It burns. Everything shifts to something darker, something more personal, spiritual, maybe. His voice dark now, coaxing out an answer. "What else do you want?" She wants more. "I-" "I want more too, Silas." She wants this, craves this. Needs this, or she'll die. They're already alone, the door's locked. It's dark besides the pale moonlight and sconces. All she needs to do is just push him down. She's frozen, as if waiting for this cotton in her head to go.
He leans forward, he can feel her quick breaths. She can't take it anymore! Patience wears thin with proximity; and finally, finally she chooses fight. Chooses action. Her lips crash into his as if wanting the same he pulls her close by her waist. A primal feeling takes over, her kiss turns into a bite as she nips at his lips. The hold on his face turns tight. "I want you so bad." She cries it or whimpers it, maybe begs it. It's not clear anymore. "I want you, Silas." He'll kill her. Hands leave his face and brace against his chest before he's pushed backward.
The bed answers with squeaks as Silas straddles Leander. Her cursed hands find his face once more, shaking ever so slightly. Her swallow earring swinging as she hovers over Leander. His hands find her face, he runs a thumb over the scars on her lips. "You're beautiful." He's lying! He isn't! He means every damned word, and somehow it hurts more! Everything in your body screams to run, but your heart wants more. "More... please..." It's barely a whisper from her lips. Leander simply smiles and pulls her into a kiss. Her silver earring cold against his cheek.
Silas can taste the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, it's strong and leaves an uncomfortable taste in her mouth. It's the least of her worries. She didn't think it would get this far, as if tracking a moose and then having no earthly idea what to do now as it stares back at her. His arms wrap around her and he rolls them over. Now he's hovering above her. Hands on either side of her, his knee between her legs. Air hangs thick, wet, hot. Leander pulls off her cloak, and everything sinks in.
She's never done this. Not even ever remotely anything close to this. Excitement fizzles out like a match in water; embarrassment sets in for nth time today— it twists her stomach uncomfortably. Sensing the mood change, Leander's face was full of concern. "Something wrong, Silas? Is this too much?" Chewing on her lip briefly. "I... I've never done this before..." He gives a small chuckle and a reassuring smile. "I could tell by your kiss." Her face flushes and hands shoot up to cover her humiliation.
Leander laughs more at this, taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on each of her knuckles. Warmth and tingles linger. There is a blaze in his eyes, she can see it, feel it. "I'll guide you through it, yeah, Silas?" She'll be dead in bed by sunrise. Unable to muster up any words and simply replying with a nod. He leans back and pulls off his coat, the belts; he's so efficient and quick with it. Silas can only stare as more and more of him is exposed. All his muscles, his naked skin.
The scar on his wrist travels up and up to his cheek. It looks like a burn of some sort. A brief moment of confusion flashes on Leander's face before he leans down in front of her. "Should I undress you too?" He smiles, teasing her. She opens her mouth only for words to cram themselves and get stuck in her throat. Instantly she begins pulling off her top, only for her sleeve to get stuck in her silver armbands. Quietly cursing to herself as she fumbles with them. Amused, Leander helps her out.
His eyes wander over her scars, some burns, more cuts from animals or such— others too neat for accidents or attacks. His eyes narrow at her ribs before travelling up to her face. "Is this okay?" He confirms, she parrots back what he said earlier. "It's better than okay." He laughs to himself. He takes her dagger and places it aside before he tugs at her pants, her boots dropping onto the floor. One last bit of clothing left covering her most intimate parts. Opting to make her more comfortable, Leander pulls off his pants first. It's too much! Silas can't help but look away, her teeth pinching her gums.
The tips of his fingers glide up her exposed thighs, over her torso, around the curve of her breasts, earning a shudder from her. They land on her face, cupping her cheeks and making her look at him. "Silas." He breathes. She doesn't. "We can stop at any moment, just let me know." He takes one of her hands and places a kiss on her palm. "I won't be upset, I promise." Pressing more kisses on her knuckles takes any leftover edge off.
"Understand?" "Yes." His hand leaves her face and moves down to her underwear. "May I?" Words get stuck once more, and she nods. "Use your words." Silas musters up and forces out a choked "Yes." Her underwear is gently tugged off. Both are now exposed, eyes shamelessly wandering, taking each other in. Once her Silas' eyes move all the way down, a bit of fear stirs in her. "Um... Is that actually supposed to fit inside me..?" Despite her voice being little more than a whisper, Leander sheepishly not too sure how to explain. "Well, yes, but don't worry, I'll prepare you."
He steps off the bed and knees down; before she could ask what he was doing, he pulls her by her hips to the edge. "L-Leander?" His tongue licks a gentle experimental stripe. "You're wet already, I must be doing everything right." Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he dips his head down again. The wet, hot muscle flicks over her clit and sends a light shock up her body; her thighs tense around his head.
Slowly, his licks become faster— a bit harsher. Noises Silas didn't even know she could produce escaped her. They filled the room, bounced off the walls, echoed in Leander's head. A finger prodded her entrance, making her jolt. "I'll loosen you up, alright?" Leander looks up at her, his eyes full of fire and desire. Hunger overwhelming him, restraint holding on by a thread. "Alright." She answers as she feels it inside her, it's odd. It feels full, yet not quite. Overthinking what's happening doesn't let her body relax.
Leander gently shakes her hips, giving her thigh a few pats. "Relax, I'm taking care of you. Let yourself go,Silas." His voice soothed, coaxing her body to relax so that a finger could gently push itself in. His lips nip at her thighs, pressing kisses and leaving hickeys. Not wanting to overstimulate her clit, he focuses on her labia, giving it gentle lip pinches and licks. Before she knows, a third finger is in. Now it feels full, foreign, and a bit uncomfortable. The wet sounds get louder as Leander laps at her leaking entrance, watching his fingers prune.
Stars begin poking her eyes, thinking becomes harder. Every one of Leander's moves sends electricity up her spine. Something is building up in her stomach. A knot tying itself as it's fraying at the seams. "Silas." He moans her name, the vibration and his voice finally sends her over the edge. Stars so bright in her vision, needing to squeeze her eyes shut. Everything is tingling, thighs clamped around Leander's head.
He simply presses kisses into her thighs, watching the hickeys bloom. Pulling out his pruned fingers out of her and using the wetness to stroke himself gently as she comes down from her high. Once she comes to, he climbs back onto the bed and props her up on pillows. "Leander... That was amazing..." Barely able to catch her breath as a smile forms on her face. "We haven't gotten to the best part yet."
They kiss once more as Leander intertwines their fingers, putting her thighs on his. Moving closer, too close. He's hot, both in temperature and looks. Slowly, he pushes the tip in. Silas moans into the kiss, and Leander deepens it. She squeezes his hand and cups his cheek with the other. Words fumble over each other, unable to articulate what exactly she's feeling. Fully pushing himself in, he lets out a satisfied sigh. "You doing okay?" Her thumb brushes over his scar. "Yes, Leander." He nuzzles her palm. "Good."
Slowly he falls into a rhythm, the bed creaks as if in protest. The closeness, the intertwined hands, his face in her hands. All those feelings are overwhelming. Firelight illuminating half his face as he watches hers. She wants to express her feelings, but the words get jumbled in her throat and turn into a mess. Her whole being craved this— this intimacy with another person. Now that she has it, it's more than overwhelming. "Leander, I..." Barely able to croak it out— tears stinging her eyes. Leander immediately stops, concern and worry radiating off his face. "Silas? Does it hurt? Do you not like it?" His wide, worried eyes lock onto hers.
"I feel so loved. I love you." She breathes out, trying to blink away the tears. Leander watches, stunned, something unfamiliar swims under the surface of his irises. It's replaced with a smile and a kiss on her forehead. "You're perfect." He picks up his pace once again, the smile not leaving his face. Once the pace becomes faster, her hand moves from his face to his shoulder; holding onto him as if she'll fall.
Purple eyes lingering on the large scar before finding his eyes. Something in him is hungry—violent. He wants to bite down, bite hard, and never let her go. His hand grips the bedsheet so tightly his knuckles turn white. Unknowingly speeding up, craving her. The moans drive him crazy, the way she grips his shoulder harder, the way her hand squeezes his back. He squeezes her hand back, sweat beading on his skin, his breath becoming short. Something about the way she looks captivates him, gets a hold of him. Makes him go crazy.
A knot building in his stomach, smoke clouding his thoughts, his body twitching. He feels close, so close, but he wants to stay inside her longer, feel her warmth. Her body. A dangerous yet forbiddingly exciting thought flashes in his mind. It makes him go a little mad and scares him at the same time. Pulling his hips out and finishing all over her pelvic area. Coating her dewy skin in a milky white. The sound of them catching their breaths was the only thing heard.
Leander looks down at her and presses a kiss on her cheek. Leaning back and feeling inconsiderate again. "Oh, do you want me to make you finish again?" Silas quickly interrupts him as he moves his hands down. "Oh! No no! I think this is already enough for me." Doing her best to sit up, but her limbs feel like pudding, unable to hold herself up. He helps her sit up before grabbing a clean rag and wiping away the sweat and other fluids.
His touch lingers on her before he sits beside her and lets her lean on him. "Did you like it?" Silas can't contain her smile. "Yes." Putting his hand on hers, he gives her head a kiss. "That's good. You should go to the washroom and get cleaned up. I need to get back to the Adders." He picks up his clothes and places her on the bed beside her. Leander seems like he already bounced back and is about to leave. "Wait, Leander!" He hums and turns to her. "Thank you."
Leander smiles. "Of course." Then the door shuts behind him.
Stakes: Mentions of drinking, first time, PIV sex, cunnilingus, minimal aftercare, brief mention of self harm, she/her pronouns
Rxd's Notes: My first commission and it's from a dear friend! Love you <3 (Now I'm hooked on the game!) SPOILERS for Leander's route at the end of demo :PP
Game length: 4.3k
ID Checks! Must be 18+ to play or be banned!
The stools stand so close to each other that their knees brush against one another. Subtle intimacy kept under the table. Leander's arm resting on the bar's counter moves close, fingers gently brushing over her cloak. Wanting nothing more than to feel the skin underneath. Every one of his honey-sweet words draws eyes to the pair, Adders eyeing their leader and the one he sits with. "You're no roach, the others at the bar though..." He trails off, and so do his eyes. Glancing back at the exit as Ais leaving with the lowlife in tow.
Once she looks back, he's already looking at her. A stunning, sickening, pale green. "I'll keep a better eye on you." His smile is so warm, she feels like she's falling. "You deserve to see everything great that Eridia has to offer, Silas." "I'd like that." Not a single thought can form in her head, just the thought of good days and amazing ANYTHING is almost impossible, yet he gives her that. As if he- "You would? Then how would you feel being on a leash?" She's dead, right? This is heaven? But her body feels like hell.
A choked, baffled laugh escapes her, but those eyes hold true. "Just kidding!" A familiar grin spreading across his face. "Vere's the only one on a leash here." Her gaze drops with an amused laugh, though his eyes linger on her. Leander brought talk of food up, probably trying to salvage the Wet Wick's horrendous, barely edible tree bark of "appetizers". Once she mentions fried dough sticks, he immediately offers rosewater porridge. He might as well buy her a fancy home and a horse.
Tang of guild stirs in her. "Or I could earn some money and buy it for you." Eyes meet once more. "Y'know... for the inn and everything." His brows raise before his eyes squint ever so slightly. "You don't owe me anything, Silas. Giving you a place to sleep is basic human decency." He turns on his stool to face her. "If there's anything I can do to keep you safe, I'll do it in a heartbeat." The words are so sweet, sweet enough to make her teeth tingle. How can he offer a delicacy back to back to back?
Silas searches his eyes, but he means every word. Every breath. As if doubt were a foreign concept to him, he ponders, "Is there something on my face?". Her gaze drops as she sighs. "I wish..." Amusement tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Oh? What were you looking for then?" He leans in, playful. "Honesty... Whatever the hell that could look like." His smile drops, voice getting ever so slightly quieter, warmer. "You don't believe me, Silas?" She considers her words briefly. "It's just... It's just you're saying all the right words."
Her lips stiffen, teeth chewing on her gums as she squeezes her hands for comfort. "Maybe I'm just skeptical that a person like you could exist. Someone willing to give and keep giving." Leander glances down at his bottle of rum, swirling it around and picking his words carefully. She hears a clink as he sets it down behind her. His hand on her knee, he gently pulls her to face him; it then moves to take her hand.
Green eyes once again meet her purple. Gently, he gives her hand a squeeze before speaking. "I can't change what happened in your past, Silas. I would if I could. Believe me." She wants to believe him, so fucking bad. "But you're here now, and I'll do my best to help you." A sheepish look settles on his face. "I'm grateful you're even giving me a chance!" Another soft squeeze draws her eyes down. Yesterday, she remembers how her heart raced, skin on skin, fingertips tracing the contours of his hand.
The sensation was unforgettable; everything tingled once it was over. A wave of melancholy washed over her, self-hatred crawled its way out of the pit in her stomach and up her throat. "If you've seen the things I've done... you might feel differently." Absentmindedly she rubs his knuckles through the gloves. Lingering on what's under those white binds. Leander lifts her chin with the crook of his finger, their faces so close they could share a breath. Her eyes cannot rip away from his.
Another squeeze, the leather now feeling rough and suffocating. "You're not dangerous, Silas. Trust me." Like a snare, she's hooked on his words. Trapped in his scalding, passionate embrace, it hurts. Borderline burns. A brilliant green gazing through lush eyelashes. Proximity undeniable, hand in hand, his hand under her chin. A single motion, and they'll collide— A flush blooms on his face once he notices the eyes on them both.
With a loud clearing of his throat, he's leaning back as the warmth of his hands leaves you. "We'll maybe a little dangerous, my manners disappear around you!" He rubs his neck. "You can really capture my attention." Now the blush blooms on Silas' face as she lets out a small cough and focuses on the bar counter instead. "Likewise, I wanted to talk to you again." As his attention shifts back to her, Leander's blush dissipates. "I wanted to talk to you as well."
Silas glances at the Adders chugging down drinks before speaking. "Is it okay that you're spending so much time with me? Do you have work with the Adderstone? Y'know, patching leaky roofs?" Leander smiles before answering. "You came at the right time, actually. There's always work to get done, but some days are slower than others. Tonight's definitely a slow night." Her fingertips found her cloak. "Sorry I kind of crashed your party, I didn't know you all knew each other." He smiled brightly. "I had no idea you've met them! How'd you manage that all in a day?"
"It just kind of happened, I guess. Like a whirlwind." Something flashes in Leander's eyes. "I'm kinda jealous. A part of me wants you all to myself." He shoots her a wink. "For your safety, of course." What a save. "They all might seem nice, but half are monsters and the other have their flaws." "You must know them really well, then." "More than they realize, got anyone on your mind you'd like to know more about?"
Something about the way he talked about others, starting off neutral and then planting doubt. Before she could ask, he enquires first. "Have you kept our little secret?" Her eyes narrow, searching for something. "Our secret?" He gives his fingers a little wiggle— Oh, that! "Only you know." As if the sun hugged him, he smiled so brightly. Beaming with happiness and, maybe, pride. Something that only those two share.
Butterflies take flight in her stomach— the feeling's so intense she feels nauseous. "I'm relieved to hear that! By the way, let me know if you have some time to talk privately. I've already gathered some relevant information that you might be interested in." Without skipping a beat, she blurts out. "I'm not busy!" He smiles "Perfect." "What did you manage to find? How did you manage it so fast?" ""What can I say? I live to serve." He does a once-over the entire bar before leaning in. "I'll tell you the details, but not here; too many prying ears." She stands up after him. "Shall we head upstairs?" and she answers with an eager "Yes!" Unable to contain her excitement.
"After you." The walk up the steps brings clarity to her mind. Embarrassment creeps as she looks around the small, dark box that her inn room is, the unmade bed from which she crawled off. Just her and him. Alone. In the dark. Her mind wanders, but not for long. A click of the lock quickens her heartbeat. "Peace and quiet." The loud chatter barely seeps through the floor, and the suspicious thumping a few doors down says otherwise. With a graceful flick of Leander's fingers, all the candles spark alight. Making his way to the bed and plopping on it with a sigh.
Her mind races as she awkwardly lingers by the door. The yearning for his touch, the thoughts that come with proximity. Noticing her awkward demeanour, he asks, "Is something wrong?" Pulled from her thoughts, she stutters out. "N-No! Nothing's wrong!" Her hands waving and panic rising in her. Leander's eyes narrowing on her face, taking in her expression. "You seem uncomfortable." Words stuck in her throat as Leander was thinking over the situation. Snapping the silence with a click of his tongue.
"Shit, I'm so inconsiderate, aren't I? This is your private space and I shouldn't be barging in like this." Panic unclogs her throat. "No! That's not-" Guilty eyes look up at her. "I'm sorry, Silas. You've been through so much these couple of days, let's talk about this tomorrow." Leander leans forward as he gets ready to get up. "You should rest." Her breath hitches. No! Not when the answer is on the tip of his tongue, not when the cure, or at least the possibility of it, is a few words away!
With swift steps, her hands land on his shoulders and firmly reseat him. The proximity is suffocating as his wide eyes stare up at her. What now?! He is sitting back down; what now?! The first words that come to mind spill out. "Don't leave. Please!" desperation lacing every word. "Silas... You're afraid." Is she? Is she desperate? Is she in pain? Is she loving every second? She can't tell anymore. In fight or flight, she always fights— yet her hands want to pull away. His hands catch her wrists. With a smile, he guides her hands back onto his shoulder. Her legs between his.
"I won't leave you, Silas." Fuck... FUCK! The air is hot and heavy— she can't take a breath. Words as thick and sweet as honey, sticking every thought together into an incomprehensible mess. It feels like a lie, all of it. A sweet-looking apple that's hollow on the inside. It stings her eyes; she wants every word he says to be true. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she asks for a covenant. "Do you promise?" He answers fast. "I promise." As if doubting the contract he signed before her. "What if I am paranoid about you being nice to me?" Tears prick her eyes, throat feeling tight.
"Then I'll keep being nice to you until you believe it." He seals the deal with a wax stamp as he promises. "I won't leave you, and you won't leave me." As if seeing her disconnection, he gently rubs circles on her wrists. Keeping her from flying off. "You're strong, Silas. I've never seen a curse like yours, yet you still rise above it. The way you're able to contain it..." His gaze wanders. "It's fascinating, and well, I- it's a bit embarrassing..." A blush creeps up on his face as his voice turns into a whisper.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you since I met you." Everything in her mind broke. What..? Her body heated up again, she wants to run. "What... did you say?" As if Leander were a little boy caught stealing candy. "Whaaaat? Who said that? Nothing! I mean— No one!" He tries to laugh off the embarrassment. "Just forget I said anything! I mean- who said that? I didn't say anything!" She must actually be dead, and this is heaven, or maybe hell. What is up and what is down anymore?
Silas is like ten steps behind, yet Leander keeps walking. "I might be getting carried away with this. Not every day I find something that challenges me." His gaze meets hers again. "But I'll do everything on your terms, at your pace. Anything you want." He's going to kill her. As if he can sense what she wants, what is written all over her face. It's clear he wants it too. All restraints snap. "I want to touch your face." Not expecting that, Leander's gaze quickly looks elsewhere. "Oh! You're more forward than I thought you'd be." Guilt creeping from her stomach once more.
"Is, is that okay?" More doubts creep up, but they're cast away by warm, yearning green eyes and a "It's better than okay, Silas." He takes her hands in his. An unknowing smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. He keeps saying her name; it's driving her crazy. A playful side peeks out. "Hurry up then!" Her smile bright, brighter than he'd ever seen it be. "Your wish is my command, Silas." She'll die here. Unwrapping her hands like unwrapping a present, a gift for both of them.
He steals glances from her every so often as he frees her hands. The bandages are put aside as he looks up expectedly. The drum of her heart is loud in her ears, in her head. Pads of her fingers trace the edge of his jaw, feeling him swallow, feeling him tense. His heart beat right under her pinky finger. She lets her palm rest on his cheek. It's warm, so warm. Feeling playful, Leander questions, "Well? Are you enjoying yourself?" Her thumb brushes over the raised keloid scar on his cheek, and he laughs.
Leander's whole body shudders as he laughs a little. His earring cold against the back of her hand. "Haha! That tickles!" She takes in his smiling face. "Yes, I'm enjoying myself." Too much, this is all too much. The way her name rolls off his tongue, her feeling his skin, his face. Her hands move lover, one settles on the side of his throat, the other lingers by his mouth. Gently, she swipes her thumb over his bottom lip. The room feels stuffy now. Clothes too restricting, tingling in the most intimate parts.
Leander's eyes spark with desire, passion— hunger. It burns. Everything shifts to something darker, something more personal, spiritual, maybe. His voice dark now, coaxing out an answer. "What else do you want?" She wants more. "I-" "I want more too, Silas." She wants this, craves this. Needs this, or she'll die. They're already alone, the door's locked. It's dark besides the pale moonlight and sconces. All she needs to do is just push him down. She's frozen, as if waiting for this cotton in her head to go.
He leans forward, he can feel her quick breaths. She can't take it anymore! Patience wears thin with proximity; and finally, finally she chooses fight. Chooses action. Her lips crash into his as if wanting the same he pulls her close by her waist. A primal feeling takes over, her kiss turns into a bite as she nips at his lips. The hold on his face turns tight. "I want you so bad." She cries it or whimpers it, maybe begs it. It's not clear anymore. "I want you, Silas." He'll kill her. Hands leave his face and brace against his chest before he's pushed backward.
The bed answers with squeaks as Silas straddles Leander. Her cursed hands find his face once more, shaking ever so slightly. Her swallow earring swinging as she hovers over Leander. His hands find her face, he runs a thumb over the scars on her lips. "You're beautiful." He's lying! He isn't! He means every damned word, and somehow it hurts more! Everything in your body screams to run, but your heart wants more. "More... please..." It's barely a whisper from her lips. Leander simply smiles and pulls her into a kiss. Her silver earring cold against his cheek.
Silas can taste the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, it's strong and leaves an uncomfortable taste in her mouth. It's the least of her worries. She didn't think it would get this far, as if tracking a moose and then having no earthly idea what to do now as it stares back at her. His arms wrap around her and he rolls them over. Now he's hovering above her. Hands on either side of her, his knee between her legs. Air hangs thick, wet, hot. Leander pulls off her cloak, and everything sinks in.
She's never done this. Not even ever remotely anything close to this. Excitement fizzles out like a match in water; embarrassment sets in for nth time today— it twists her stomach uncomfortably. Sensing the mood change, Leander's face was full of concern. "Something wrong, Silas? Is this too much?" Chewing on her lip briefly. "I... I've never done this before..." He gives a small chuckle and a reassuring smile. "I could tell by your kiss." Her face flushes and hands shoot up to cover her humiliation.
Leander laughs more at this, taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on each of her knuckles. Warmth and tingles linger. There is a blaze in his eyes, she can see it, feel it. "I'll guide you through it, yeah, Silas?" She'll be dead in bed by sunrise. Unable to muster up any words and simply replying with a nod. He leans back and pulls off his coat, the belts; he's so efficient and quick with it. Silas can only stare as more and more of him is exposed. All his muscles, his naked skin.
The scar on his wrist travels up and up to his cheek. It looks like a burn of some sort. A brief moment of confusion flashes on Leander's face before he leans down in front of her. "Should I undress you too?" He smiles, teasing her. She opens her mouth only for words to cram themselves and get stuck in her throat. Instantly she begins pulling off her top, only for her sleeve to get stuck in her silver armbands. Quietly cursing to herself as she fumbles with them. Amused, Leander helps her out.
His eyes wander over her scars, some burns, more cuts from animals or such— others too neat for accidents or attacks. His eyes narrow at her ribs before travelling up to her face. "Is this okay?" He confirms, she parrots back what he said earlier. "It's better than okay." He laughs to himself. He takes her dagger and places it aside before he tugs at her pants, her boots dropping onto the floor. One last bit of clothing left covering her most intimate parts. Opting to make her more comfortable, Leander pulls off his pants first. It's too much! Silas can't help but look away, her teeth pinching her gums.
The tips of his fingers glide up her exposed thighs, over her torso, around the curve of her breasts, earning a shudder from her. They land on her face, cupping her cheeks and making her look at him. "Silas." He breathes. She doesn't. "We can stop at any moment, just let me know." He takes one of her hands and places a kiss on her palm. "I won't be upset, I promise." Pressing more kisses on her knuckles takes any leftover edge off.
"Understand?" "Yes." His hand leaves her face and moves down to her underwear. "May I?" Words get stuck once more, and she nods. "Use your words." Silas musters up and forces out a choked "Yes." Her underwear is gently tugged off. Both are now exposed, eyes shamelessly wandering, taking each other in. Once her Silas' eyes move all the way down, a bit of fear stirs in her. "Um... Is that actually supposed to fit inside me..?" Despite her voice being little more than a whisper, Leander sheepishly not too sure how to explain. "Well, yes, but don't worry, I'll prepare you."
He steps off the bed and knees down; before she could ask what he was doing, he pulls her by her hips to the edge. "L-Leander?" His tongue licks a gentle experimental stripe. "You're wet already, I must be doing everything right." Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he dips his head down again. The wet, hot muscle flicks over her clit and sends a light shock up her body; her thighs tense around his head.
Slowly, his licks become faster— a bit harsher. Noises Silas didn't even know she could produce escaped her. They filled the room, bounced off the walls, echoed in Leander's head. A finger prodded her entrance, making her jolt. "I'll loosen you up, alright?" Leander looks up at her, his eyes full of fire and desire. Hunger overwhelming him, restraint holding on by a thread. "Alright." She answers as she feels it inside her, it's odd. It feels full, yet not quite. Overthinking what's happening doesn't let her body relax.
Leander gently shakes her hips, giving her thigh a few pats. "Relax, I'm taking care of you. Let yourself go,Silas." His voice soothed, coaxing her body to relax so that a finger could gently push itself in. His lips nip at her thighs, pressing kisses and leaving hickeys. Not wanting to overstimulate her clit, he focuses on her labia, giving it gentle lip pinches and licks. Before she knows, a third finger is in. Now it feels full, foreign, and a bit uncomfortable. The wet sounds get louder as Leander laps at her leaking entrance, watching his fingers prune.
Stars begin poking her eyes, thinking becomes harder. Every one of Leander's moves sends electricity up her spine. Something is building up in her stomach. A knot tying itself as it's fraying at the seams. "Silas." He moans her name, the vibration and his voice finally sends her over the edge. Stars so bright in her vision, needing to squeeze her eyes shut. Everything is tingling, thighs clamped around Leander's head.
He simply presses kisses into her thighs, watching the hickeys bloom. Pulling out his pruned fingers out of her and using the wetness to stroke himself gently as she comes down from her high. Once she comes to, he climbs back onto the bed and props her up on pillows. "Leander... That was amazing..." Barely able to catch her breath as a smile forms on her face. "We haven't gotten to the best part yet."
They kiss once more as Leander intertwines their fingers, putting her thighs on his. Moving closer, too close. He's hot, both in temperature and looks. Slowly, he pushes the tip in. Silas moans into the kiss, and Leander deepens it. She squeezes his hand and cups his cheek with the other. Words fumble over each other, unable to articulate what exactly she's feeling. Fully pushing himself in, he lets out a satisfied sigh. "You doing okay?" Her thumb brushes over his scar. "Yes, Leander." He nuzzles her palm. "Good."
Slowly he falls into a rhythm, the bed creaks as if in protest. The closeness, the intertwined hands, his face in her hands. All those feelings are overwhelming. Firelight illuminating half his face as he watches hers. She wants to express her feelings, but the words get jumbled in her throat and turn into a mess. Her whole being craved this— this intimacy with another person. Now that she has it, it's more than overwhelming. "Leander, I..." Barely able to croak it out— tears stinging her eyes. Leander immediately stops, concern and worry radiating off his face. "Silas? Does it hurt? Do you not like it?" His wide, worried eyes lock onto hers.
"I feel so loved. I love you." She breathes out, trying to blink away the tears. Leander watches, stunned, something unfamiliar swims under the surface of his irises. It's replaced with a smile and a kiss on her forehead. "You're perfect." He picks up his pace once again, the smile not leaving his face. Once the pace becomes faster, her hand moves from his face to his shoulder; holding onto him as if she'll fall.
Purple eyes lingering on the large scar before finding his eyes. Something in him is hungry—violent. He wants to bite down, bite hard, and never let her go. His hand grips the bedsheet so tightly his knuckles turn white. Unknowingly speeding up, craving her. The moans drive him crazy, the way she grips his shoulder harder, the way her hand squeezes his back. He squeezes her hand back, sweat beading on his skin, his breath becoming short. Something about the way she looks captivates him, gets a hold of him. Makes him go crazy.
A knot building in his stomach, smoke clouding his thoughts, his body twitching. He feels close, so close, but he wants to stay inside her longer, feel her warmth. Her body. A dangerous yet forbiddingly exciting thought flashes in his mind. It makes him go a little mad and scares him at the same time. Pulling his hips out and finishing all over her pelvic area. Coating her dewy skin in a milky white. The sound of them catching their breaths was the only thing heard.
Leander looks down at her and presses a kiss on her cheek. Leaning back and feeling inconsiderate again. "Oh, do you want me to make you finish again?" Silas quickly interrupts him as he moves his hands down. "Oh! No no! I think this is already enough for me." Doing her best to sit up, but her limbs feel like pudding, unable to hold herself up. He helps her sit up before grabbing a clean rag and wiping away the sweat and other fluids.
His touch lingers on her before he sits beside her and lets her lean on him. "Did you like it?" Silas can't contain her smile. "Yes." Putting his hand on hers, he gives her head a kiss. "That's good. You should go to the washroom and get cleaned up. I need to get back to the Adders." He picks up his clothes and places her on the bed beside her. Leander seems like he already bounced back and is about to leave. "Wait, Leander!" He hums and turns to her. "Thank you."
Leander smiles. "Of course." Then the door shuts behind him.
My second Touchstarved oc! Her origin is the alchemist :P
Can't rip her eyes off of Kuras and thoughts do not form when she's around Ais.
Lore:
Cradled from the cold wind, safe inside a sturdy home. Herbs, oils, flowers, and chalk were always around her; not a day passed when she wasn't learning. However, no amount of spells nor ointments could rip the curse from under her skin. Kindness held her, kisses on her forehead, and told stories when the moon was high. A gift of sun-kissed hair, solar threads woven between her locks. They kept the darkness away at night, but didn't keep away the darkness inside her mother's heart. As she ran through the night, her mother took aim. Maybe it was regret, maybe it was defeat, maybe, just maybe, in the deepest part of her heart— love broke the aim. Solar threads faintly glowing in the twilight. Surely, not everyone will think of her as an anomaly to study; surely, someone could cure her and not cultivate her.
"Golden strings of fate..." She undid her braid, hair bouncy and light. "...Glowing like the sun..." Pulling her knees up to her chest, the campfire's light blurry in her vision. "...May they keep the darkness away."
Absolutely infatuated with Leander's sweet words. She eats them up like it's her last meal.
Lore:
Branded a monster and cast out. Starved and tired, she wandered through the forests till her feet gave in, face soaked in mud and death creeping— an elderly hermit found her half dead by a tree. Maybe it was pity, maybe it was concern, maybe it was the loneliness that urged him to take her in. Staring at her hands, tainted, cursed, pulsing with a bright warning "Do not touch". The hermit was probably blind as hell; couldn't tell why she was so fixated on her hands rather than sorting the mushrooms. Separating the good from the deadly. He spoke of a cure, plant oil or some suspicious flower stew— what an old fool; walked straight to his doom. Dead, deep in the forest, searching for a plant that doesn't exist. Left nothing behind but a seed of delusion of a cure.
"Well, delusion of hope got him to the age of 146..." grabbing one last memento. "...Hah, he didn't look a day over 80." She left the old, rotting shack to the elements. "Damned liar."
THE redraw! Honestly, it's the most amazing feeling, finishing this drawing and looking back at the other ones. This is like a time capsule that I revisit every year and leave something more in.
From most recent to the oldest! 2026, 2025, 2024, 2023, 2022, 2021!
I can see my art style evolving, I see me learning more and more and it is amazing! 2027, can't wait for you
