Oblivion Awaits

"Yeah, sure. I need some excitement around here."

#malzahar #ezreal #nightdrawndagger #ezrealofpiltover #brats

I could provide better excitement then watching you two stumble around in the dark, trying to kill me.

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Malzahar’s shoulders drooped almost imperceptibly at Spook’s words, but he was not completely disappointed. His mate might not have revealed his name, but it was not lost forever. With a nod, he accepted the answer, filing the information away for a future time.

"I have named you Saif, little one. It is a part of you as much as my name is a part of me. And while your impressive diversion skills are not as impressive as you would think, I will give you points for attempting. As such, I will relent. For now.”

Shifting into a more reclined position, his fingers closed around Spook’s hips, gently pulling him closer. He knew coaxing his beloved mate to reveal his painful past would take time and with all the time in the world, he was in no rush. The faint thought that Spook did not have the same luxury floated through his mind before it was ruthlessly obliterated. While it was something he knew he would have to deal with eventually, without potential answers, the possibility was too painful to even comprehend for the moment. Closing his eyes, he forcefully turned his attention back to the man in his lap.

"Convince me," he stated with a challenging smirk.

#malzahar #nightdrawndagger #rp #nsfw #malz has some smooth lines to make the boy melt #kek

Okay. I've been in this community for about a year and a half now and met a lot of people and seen a lot of people come and go. I've also seen a lot of stupid shit and drama go down for some of the stupidest reasons.

So, I'm just going to put this out there. Consider it advice to both new rp blogs and old

#ooc #roleplay #rping thoughts #be nice please #let's have fun

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Watching his mate try to hide in his own shadows had Malzahar’s eyebrows dipping in confusion and concern. He knew any topic relating to Spook’s home world was almost taboo as it touched upon subjects neither was willing to delve into at the moment, but he had not realized the issue of his name would be one of them. Running his fingers under the thief’s chin, he tugged him back up until blue eyes met his.

"Names are very important and I want to call you what you want to be called. I merely asked due to my own curiosity at the specialty of your particular name. If it was a nickname or family name, if it was an affectionate moniker bestowed at birth or one gained by ones own actions. That is all.”

Settling back against the tub, he tightened his grip on his lover, shifting him to a more comfortable position. Spook’s actions had given away more than his words and now that his interest was tapped, he would not let this particular conundrum escape him for long.

"I will call you what you wish to be called, little one. But you will tell me one day? I promise, I keep my secrets buried deep."

He watched the water’s surface a long time before answering. Even then his reply was slow as he tried to piece it together without raising more questions. “I care not what I am called. My birth name is lost to me, although I can feel it rattling around the fringes of dreams when I sleep. Always on the tip of my tongue only to be swallowed whole when I wake.”

Remembering how he earned current moniker made him snort a short laugh. “I earned Spook as a trickster who refused to give a name. It is not normally one where I am from.” The way he came up on those wayward travelers like a ghost when they thought for sure they slew him the previous night. Their faces and how they tried to kill him again.They didn’t find it as humorous.

"Name me saif if it pleases you. Or thief. Assassin. Whatever you like,” he offered. Stirring as their conversation continued to dredged up memories far less amusing, he was anxious to move away from the topic, but knew Malzahar would hold it until his curiosity was sated. Slowly, his hand crept down his mate’s tanned chest and stomach attempting to draw his attention elsewhere.

#malzahar #nightdrawndagger #rp

Malzahar's shoulders drooped almost imperceptibly at Spook's words, but he was not completely disappointed. His mate might not have revealed his name, but it was not lost forever. With a nod, he accepted the answer, filing the information away for a future time.

"I have named you Saif, little one. It is a part of you as much as my name is a part of me. And while your impressive diversion skills are not as impressive as you would think, I will give you points for attempting. As such, I will relent. For now."

Shifting into a more reclined position, his fingers closed around Spook's hips, gently pulling him closer. He knew coaxing his beloved mate to reveal his painful past would take time and with all the time in the world, he was in no rush. The faint thought that Spook did not have the same luxury floated through his mind before it was ruthlessly obliterated. While it was something he knew he would have to deal with eventually, without potential answers, the possibility was too painful to even comprehend for the moment. Closing his eyes, he forcefully turned his attention back to the man in his lap.

"Convince me," he stated with a challenging smirk.

solthrys

I wish I was like him. So quick to sleep, eager for the next day to come. He doesn’t understand why I lay awake just to hold him, to hear his even breaths. He doesn’t worry what will happen when he’s gone. Laughs it away as if it can never happen. He can’t understand. But I do. When he ages and withers, those even breaths shudder and cease.

And I will be alone.

#malzahar #nightdrawndagger #oh wow #this is painful #:(

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With a grin, he tightened his grip around Spook’s waist as they kissed. The link between them allowed too much through to be convinced by his mate’s little displays of defiance. Each time, he would just bide his time, wearing the other man down with glancing looks and bare touches before he gave in, seeking out his comfort.

Their welcome home ritual complete, he settled back against the lip of the tub, sighing as the hot water seeped into his muscles. Hearing the curiosity ringing in his words, he didn’t even bother opening his eyes to answer his lover.

"Do you really want to know?" Feeling the head nod against his chest, his lips quirked upwards into a slight smirk. "That’s for me to know and you to never know. Or was it ‘you to never find out’?" Frowning, he shrugged. He didn’t particularly care about the silly little mortal spiel anyway. Feeling annoyance drift across the bond, he sighed and finally opened his eyes.

"Do not worry about it. It will all become clear in time. Trust me, my dear saif, yes? Now, I have a question for you. While you were away, I did some research and I noticed that your name was extremely rare in your home world. I am curious as to how your parents came across it.”

The question made him stiffen in his arms, practically bristling at how he dared to look into his past. If it were not for the tight grip about his waist, he would have clawed his way out of the tub as if the soothing water suddenly scalded him.

Instead, he turned his face into Malzahar’s chest, and curled himself in inky shadows. A physical way to comfort and hide, to avoid what distressed him.

"It is what I am called. Names are unimportant anyways. Call me whatever you like if you are dissatisfied with Spook." he mumbled, pressing a kiss against the moist skin.

#malzahar #nightdrawndagger #rp

Watching his mate try to hide in his own shadows had Malzahar's eyebrows dipping in confusion and concern. He knew any topic relating to Spook's home world was almost taboo as it touched upon subjects neither was willing to delve into at the moment, but he had not realized the issue of his name would be one of them. Running his fingers under the thief's chin, he tugged him back up until blue eyes met his.

"Names are very important and I want to call you what you want to be called. I merely asked due to my own curiosity at the specialty of your particular name. If it was a nickname or family name, if it was an affectionate moniker bestowed at birth or one gained by ones own actions. That is all."

Settling back against the tub, he tightened his grip on his lover, shifting him to a more comfortable position. Spook's actions had given away more than his words and now that his interest was tapped, he would not let this particular conundrum escape him for long.

"I will call you what you wish to be called, little one. But you will tell me one day? I promise, I keep my secrets buried deep."

OOC

Just a psa - hypocrisy and pettiness will never get you far in life.

It's fine to dislike people, even fine to hate them. But once the whole issue is done, be an adult and move on.

Clinging to the hate and "warning" people will only make you look like a child. Enough is enough.

#ooc #delete later

"Spoiled you? Have I really now? And here I thought I was just being kind," he teased, his gaze never wavering as he watched the thief disrobe. Sitting back, he remained silent as Spook made quick work of the sweat and dirt that covered him, the water sluicing the dust down his back. Small clumps clung to the surface of the bath, stretching out like spidery fingers before they collapsed onto each other as he shoved the dirty water away from them.

"I am a seer, you know. I can see anything and everything, especially when it comes to my mate.” It was still odd to be calling him that. The idea of mates and bonds was foreign to his home culture, though he had heard of it existing in others. Regardless, the thief was officially his and there was nothing anyone or anything could do that would pry the two apart.

Wrapping his arms around the younger man, he leaned down, burying his face against Spook’s neck, breathing in deeply. At the same time, he reached out with his mind, anxious to reaffirm their bond.

"I’m glad you’re home. It’s been boring without you to entertain me. Now tell me, did you enjoy your little bloodhunt?"

Spook ignored the nuzzle and the queries coming from Malzahar’s questing thoughts. It was a game he liked to play, but despised being on the receiving end. Throwing up walls with some effort whenever they neared his own feelings. New and clumsy to mindsharing, it often left him exhausted with an aching head.

"Bloodhunt? Fuck you." Fingernails scratched frustration across his lover’s ribs. "The only satisfying part of that was slumping in that cushioned chair at the end. That is, until you had the nerve to rouse me."

Finally, he let himself break, ending his game and drowning Malzahar in his affections. He clung to him through the backlash of emotions. Trembling, fingers clutching at his soft locks, he let out a drawn out sigh. A gentle tug on them brought his mate up for the customary kiss they always shared after time apart. Two sharp nips and the sharing of their blood.

Satisfied, he pushed his head under his seer’s jaw. “You never told me why you wanted me to bring a man home.”

#malzahar #nightdrawndagger #rp

With a grin, he tightened his grip around Spook's waist as they kissed. The link between them allowed too much through to be convinced by his mate's little displays of defiance. Each time, he would just bide his time, wearing the other man down with glancing looks and bare touches before he gave in, seeking out his comfort.

Their welcome home ritual complete, he settled back against the lip of the tub, sighing as the hot water seeped into his muscles. Hearing the curiosity ringing in his words, he didn't even bother opening his eyes to answer his lover.

"Do you really want to know?" Feeling the head nod against his chest, his lips quirked upwards into a slight smirk. "That's for me to know and you to never know. Or was it 'you to never find out'?" Frowning, he shrugged. He didn't particularly care about the silly little mortal spiel anyway. Feeling annoyance drift across the bond, he sighed and finally opened his eyes.

"Do not worry about it. It will all become clear in time. Trust me, my dear saif, yes? Now, I have a question for you. While you were away, I did some research and I noticed that your name was extremely rare in your home world. I am curious as to how your parents came across it."

Reclining in his perch atop a roof at the edge of the town, he idly studied his nails, silently willing the time to tick down. The evening had been uneventful at best and he was itching for the amusement that he knew was sure to come. Patience had never been his strong suit anyway.

A faint whispering finally drifted into his ear and leaning forward, he finally spotted his night's entertainment. Lips curling into a smirk, he brushed himself off before fading into the shadows that stretched in every direction. Reappearing behind the muttering man, he trailed for a few minutes, silent and appraising. The lack of interaction grew dull quite fast and with another quick smirk, he cleared his throat.

"Now, what could possibly draw such an upstanding man such as the Seneschel of Demacia to this lowdown town? Gambling, sporting...or something a bit more dangerous?" He inquired silkily, his eyes flaring brightly for a half-second then fading to reveal sharp interest as he pinned the other man with his full attention.

#Malzahar #xin zhao #rp #askwarringkingdomsxinzhao

Leading Spook down the hall, he slowed his walk so the two were side by side. Lifting their entwined hand, he pressed a kiss to the back of Spook’s hand.

"Better description or not, you did exactly as expected. I suppose that deserves a reward," he mused, giving the thief a sideways look. "Is there anything you want? Other than getting out of this bath?" He finished dryly, reaching the bathroom.

Moving past his mate, Malzahar turned the faucet, allowing steaming water to noisily fill the wide tub. Idly humming, he began to strip. Feeling a flare of interest seep across their bond, he grinned before dropping his pants. Bending down, he took his time in checking the water temperature and turning the knob once a good height had been reached. Without a word, he stepped in, letting out a sigh as he sank into the heated water.

After settling himself, he lazily opened his eyes. Shooting his lover a faint smirk, he gestured at the other side of the tub.

"Well?"

"A good meal," he suggested, leaning against one wall to watch Malzahar fuss with the tap. Spook ate up the obvious show. No matter how tired he may be, seeing every inch of that desert-tanned skin revealed set his heart racing. "You have spoiled me these past few months. That flavorless slop I used to savor barely did more than fill my belly."

He stayed in his spot a moment longer shaking his head, then gave into the request. Crossing into the sunlit part of the room, he peeled off own clothes, noting how the dry sweat made them cling and the lines of dirt where the cloth had kept him relatively clean of dirt.

Hesitantly crawling into the tub, he dunked his head below the water’s surface to quickly scrub the sweat and dust off before he had to be told to do it. A diffused patch of dirt dragged behind him as he nudged his way under Malzahar’s thick arm and relaxed against him. His eyes flicked to the swatch. “I hate it when you’re right. That is a lot of dirt.”

"Spoiled you? Have I really now? And here I thought I was just being kind," he teased, his gaze never wavering as he watched the thief disrobe. Sitting back, he remained silent as Spook made quick work of the sweat and dirt that covered him, the water sluicing the dust down his back. Small clumps clung to the surface of the bath, stretching out like spidery fingers before they collapsed onto each other as he shoved the dirty water away from them.

"I am a seer, you know. I can see anything and everything, especially when it comes to my mate." It was still odd to be calling him that. The idea of mates and bonds was foreign to his home culture, though he had heard of it existing in others. Regardless, the thief was officially his and there was nothing anyone or anything could do that would pry the two apart.

Wrapping his arms around the younger man, he leaned down, burying his face against Spook's neck, breathing in deeply. At the same time, he reached out with his mind, anxious to reaffirm their bond.

"I'm glad you're home. It's been boring without you to entertain me. Now tell me, did you enjoy your little bloodhunt?"

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"You’ve been gone a long time." Standing up, he turned around to face the thief with a slight frown on his face. Making his way over to the man’s side, his lip curled when he let out a loudly, vulgar snore. Crouching, he closed his eyes, his hand hovering over the man’s face as it glowed briefly. Cocking his head, he stared down at the unconscious man curiously.

"This is not the exact man I sent you to find. However…" He drawled, slowly making his way over to the couch. "This man will work out even better. Good job, my little saif.” Leaning down, he brushed a kiss along his jaw, mentally reaching out at the same time. Lowering himself onto the cushion next to his mate, he pressed closer, nosing his way down his throat. A couple seconds later, he jerked back, his nose wrinkling. Standing back up, he smoothly wrapped his fingers around Spook’s, gently tugging him up onto his feet.

"You need a bath and it just so happens that I find myself a bit dusty. Join me?" He inquired, a teasing smile curling the corners of his lips.

A self satisfied smile stretched across Spook’s face and he wriggled in close to him. “Such doubt. Told you I’m good when I want to be…”

Tired and exhausted from dragging the slumbering stranger, he barely settled against the subtle curves of his lover before they jerked away from him. Finding himself on his feet again, he stared flatly at the other man for a moment. ”Maybe if you gave me a better description I wouldn’t have had to sweat my ass off in that shit desert town for six fucking days,” he huffed, ripping his hand free of the other.

Even as he spoke, he knew the trip left him too enervated to contemplate arguing against a bath. Besides, hot water and sore muscles almost sounded nice. His dark demeanor lingered a little longer. Make Malzahar think he’s mulling over a bath when was already decided.

Finally, he nodded consent and twined their fingers together and he led them out into the hall ”Only because you asked.”

Leading Spook down the hall, he slowed his walk so the two were side by side. Lifting their entwined hand, he pressed a kiss to the back of Spook's hand.

"Better description or not, you did exactly as expected. I suppose that deserves a reward," he mused, giving the thief a sideways look. "Is there anything you want? Other than getting out of this bath?" He finished dryly, reaching the bathroom.

Moving past his mate, Malzahar turned the faucet, allowing steaming water to noisily fill the wide tub. Idly humming, he began to strip. Feeling a flare of interest seep across their bond, he grinned before dropping his pants. Bending down, he took his time in checking the water temperature and turning the knob once a good height had been reached. Without a word, he stepped in, letting out a sigh as he sank into the heated water.

After settling himself, he lazily opened his eyes. Shooting his lover a faint smirk, he gestured at the other side of the tub.

"Well?"

Malzahar was gratified to feel that Spook was still vastly responsive to his touches. He was unfamiliar with the thief’s customs and heritage, so it was not out of the realm of possibility for the other man to pull back once his goal had been achieved.

Pressing closer, he nosed along the underside of his jaw, a faint chuckle sounding at his question. Already he could feel Spook’s arousal, both leaking across their bond and between his legs. With a disappointing sigh, he pulled back.

"Now? Not enough time. But you’re resourceful, I’m sure you could easily breeze through this little job and make it back before you knew it." Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth against Spook’s ear.

"I’ll be waiting."

One last embrace before he pushed off the table. Spook knew better than to push it further. A trail of grumbles fell in his wake as he moved about the house grabbing his travel pack and armor. With a hasty farewell pushed across their bond he left. He hoped it would be quick. In, out, and home before the sun rose the following day. After their long separation he hated being away for more than he had to.

SIx days passed when he finally found someone who matched Malzahar’s bare bones description. Another two gave him the chance to slip him enough drugs to sleep through their uneventful journey back. He wasn’t entirely sure he fetched the right man.

Spook found Malzahar hunched over an ancient scroll in the study. Quietly, he dragged the still unconscious man just inside the door, then tiredly settled into a cushioned chair until he was noticed

"You've been gone a long time." Standing up, he turned around to face the thief with a slight frown on his face. Making his way over to the man's side, his lip curled when he let out a loudly, vulgar snore. Crouching, he closed his eyes, his hand hovering over the man's face as it glowed briefly. Cocking his head, he stared down at the unconscious man curiously.

"This is not the exact man I sent you to find. However..." He drawled, slowly making his way over to the couch. "This man will work out even better. Good job, my little saif." Leaning down, he brushed a kiss along his jaw, mentally reaching out at the same time. Lowering himself onto the cushion next to his mate, he pressed closer, nosing his way down his throat. A couple seconds later, he jerked back, his nose wrinkling. Standing back up, he smoothly wrapped his fingers around Spook's, gently tugging him up onto his feet.

"You need a bath and it just so happens that I find myself a bit dusty. Join me?" He inquired, a teasing smile curling the corners of his lips.

OOC - regarding RPing

I've gotten a few notes lately, so I just wanted to send out a general notice.

I will rp with anyone in the league universe, whether you are a champion, or an OC or a multiple of a champion. So don't be shy if you want to rp with me (: I'd love the company.

Thank you -- Malzmun

#ooc #delete later

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Hearing the ready acceptance, he smirked, watching Spook relish the small gift. Of course, his easy pliancy did not last long and within seconds, he was back to exuding his typical surly demeanor. His amusement stayed, however, as he could still feel the heat and desire flowing from the thief’s side of their bond. Turning away, he paced a short line, shrugging vaguely.

"All in due time, my little saif. I will give you the tools required to find this exact target. As I said, the method of disposal is arbitrary, but I do need the blood still in his body.” Pausing, he gave Spook a look out of the corner of his eyes before turning to face him fully, his point made.

The thief was in his arms a second later, grasping fingers and rough tongue, eager for what Malzahar had promised. Smoothly taking the control from his mate, he pushed back, shoving the other man onto the flat of the table. Nonsensical whispered words slipped from his mouth as it trailed down the warm skin of his throat before nipping lightly at his pulse.

"You will not mess this up and you will come back to me.” He murmured, seeking fingers slipping up under Spook’s shirt to dance across the muscles of his back. Pressing against certain points, he could feel the tension slide away from his mate and he curled one arm around his waist to keep him upright.

Cooling blood soaked the back of his pants, but he didn’t register it. Too focused on his love’s words whispering hot against his skin. He sighed, head lulling back to surrender his throat, ”Never again.”

Whether he meant for messing up or leaving him, he never clarified. Shifting in the darkening pool, he wrapped his legs about him. Matched him touch for touch. Every second spent twining himself tighter to his seer sent his thoughts of his request further away.

His hand dropped to tease just inside the hem of his pants. “How long do we have?”

Malzahar was gratified to feel that Spook was still vastly responsive to his touches. He was unfamiliar with the thief's customs and heritage, so it was not out of the realm of possibility for the other man to pull back once his goal had been achieved.

Pressing closer, he nosed along the underside of his jaw, a faint chuckle sounding at his question. Already he could feel Spook's arousal, both leaking across their bond and between his legs. With a disappointing sigh, he pulled back.

"Now? Not enough time. But you're resourceful, I'm sure you could easily breeze through this little job and make it back before you knew it." Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth against Spook's ear.

"I'll be waiting."

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"You mean the one you mistakenly killed?" He replied, giving him an arch look before shrugging. "The details are not that important, so long as I get the body. However, I need the blood still inside, so please refrain from giving in to your desire to drain it."

As he spoke, he made his way over to the thief’s side, giving his movements an vague interest. Nothing held it and before long he was turning his focus back to the man himself, who still was turned away from him. Pulling the corner of his lip into his mouth, Malzahar bit down hard enough to break the skin, swiping his thumb through the red bead that welled up. Reaching out, he pressed it against Spook’s mouth.

"You’ll do it."

An accidental nick to his finger covered the wince he made at the word choice. One of the few times he let emotions risk a contract. It embarrassed him greatly whenever the seer dredged up the mistake. Turning to spout an edged retort, surprise stilled him as sweetness touched his tongue. The taste overrode his senses. Unconsciously wrapping his lips about the thumb pressed to them, he closed his eyes while he sucked it clean. Dimly perceiving the other’s order, he nodded absently with a hum.

Soon the flavor faded, and with it the fog shrouding his awareness, to be replaced by the realization of what he did. Flustered, he shoved the man’s hand away, trying his best to endure the urge to lick at the crimson streaking his mouth and chin.

"You keep saying body, but outside of sex you’ve yet to state what other standards must be met. And I expect proper compensation for a bloodless kill…"

His gaze flicked up to catch a challenging one returned. His resolved wavered and he smashed their mouths together, latching on to the riven red lip.

Hearing the ready acceptance, he smirked, watching Spook relish the small gift. Of course, his easy pliancy did not last long and within seconds, he was back to exuding his typical surly demeanor. His amusement stayed, however, as he could still feel the heat and desire flowing from the thief's side of their bond. Turning away, he paced a short line, shrugging vaguely.

"All in due time, my little saif. I will give you the tools required to find this exact target. As I said, the method of disposal is arbitrary, but I do need the blood still in his body." Pausing, he gave Spook a look out of the corner of his eyes before turning to face him fully, his point made.

The thief was in his arms a second later, grasping fingers and rough tongue, eager for what Malzahar had promised. Smoothly taking the control from his mate, he pushed back, shoving the other man onto the flat of the table. Nonsensical whispered words slipped from his mouth as it trailed down the warm skin of his throat before nipping lightly at his pulse.

"You will not mess this up and you will come back to me." He murmured, seeking fingers slipping up under Spook's shirt to dance across the muscles of his back. Pressing against certain points, he could feel the tension slide away from his mate and he curled one arm around his waist to keep him upright.

dragonbladetalon

That’s a stupid question.

…

Both.

Are you sure? I seem to always catch you eating my peaches…