𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 .

𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛⠀ 𝑖𝑡⠀ 𝑤𝑎𝑠⠀ 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘,⠀ 𝑦𝑜𝑢⠀ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑⠀ 𝒕𝒉𝒆⠀ 𝒔𝒖𝒏⠀ 𝑖𝑛⠀ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟⠀ 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑⠀ 𝑓𝑜𝑟⠀ 𝑚𝑒.

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a writing blog for an original character, adrian saint-clair, your average friendly neighborhood florist. ♡ based on the lore of dmc: devil may cry.

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[sungracd]

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[svartr]

with an otherworldly swiftness, zouin surfaces from the shadow realm to seemingly appear out of nowhere to block an incoming attack meant for adrian.

@sungracd. " i thought i told you i had this under control. "

" oh, merely a coincidence. happened to be in the area. " a bold faced lie; he'd been tailing them. " if this is your idea of under control, i'd hate to see what the opposite means. " another blow is parried, before he utilizes the sword in his right hand to cut down another foe. " who did you piss off to have assassins sent after you ? "

[sungracd]

Well, since he's already here and generous enough to deal with these pests . . . Adrian sighs and steps off to the side, keeping out of swinging range of various weapons with an air of nonchalance. “ An excellent question. ” Except they're not very chalant at all. Beneath the surface lies a wave of unease and blinding rage steadily rising. The calm before the storm.

It's one thing putting their own life in danger but what if these fools decided to target someone they cared for next? Someone incapable of defending themself as easily as Zouin could? Arms fold against their chest, eyes narrowing with a sinister glint that betrays the light and casual tone of their voice.

“ Keep one of them alive, will you? Perhaps I can force an answer out soon enough. ”

[sungracd]

craving a Giant Woman adrian to literally cradle your muses in the palm of their hand. i don't know how but i will make it happen someday

[qianyc]

With a furrowed brow, the Hunter blinks one long, slow blink at Adrian, his bandaged fingers curling into the fabric of their dress where it bunches behind their back and beneath their knees. Such a title (even in jest) has always been better suited to SAM. Hearing it being thrown his way makes him huff.

"…Hmph. Does that make you my damsel in distress?" Blade rumbles, a twitch at the corner of his lip betraying his mild amusement. "You don't seem very miserable," he just about croons at them, his voice lowering as he bows his head toward them. "You've been here all evening."

Blade knows he sticks out in this place like a sore thumb; he can practically feel the stray curious eyes of just-as-bored party-goers boring into his back. Knowing he's being watched--perhaps even searched for by security--only makes him clutch Adrian tighter, his steady gaze narrowing almost playfully.

[sungracd]

Ever the opportunist, Adrian instinctively raises their chin as he leans forward, claiming his lips with a sweet, featherlight kiss. Their warmth fleeting, eyes meet his with a look of playfulness to match subtle amusement. “ Not because I wanted to be, mind you… ”

Normally they're making a quiet exit for the door twenty minutes in. So hours later it's safe to say their patience has run thin and priorities have officially shifted to the person they actually want to spend time with.

“ But yes, I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. And I have a feeling my knight doesn't wish to be here anymore than I do. ” The wandering eyes and uneasy whispers aren't lost on them after all. Florist shifts in his arms, practically squirming with anticipation. “ So… wherever shall we go? ”

[sungracd]

you guys honestly have no idea but adrian is lowkey horny af. something something about love and sensuality being so closely linked with passion and lust something something. so it doesn't really become obvious until their whole heart is committed to someone which doesn't take much sometimes, then all of a sudden their sex drive is through the roof and it's like girl 😩 there's only so much smut i can write chill

[sungracd]

⸼ ⸒ ♡ @cursedblessed , continued from here .

Unfortunately for poor, sweet Ophelia, Adrian isn't planning on letting this one go so easily. The confession that escapes her is met with raised brows at first, then slowly, a delightfully amused curl of their lips. This is hardly the reaction they'd been anticipating but it's certainly the most entertaining.

“ Oh no, I think you should find out. ” She wouldn't be blushing so fiercely if the idea didn't seem so appealing, right? “ And I thought you might know since you two spend so much time together. I'm honestly amazed. Two gorgeous, single, absolutely horny friends — without benefits? ”

He must really care for her. Which, in Adrian's eyes, is all the more reason to push their relationship further. Resting back against the couch cushions again, they casually return to taking another bite of ice cream with a thoughtful hum.

“ He's cute. And if we're being honest, I think he'd feel really good too. ”

But they'll be damned if they ever give him and his stupid smug face the satisfaction of knowing that. Besides, if either of them should sleep with James it should be the one who's clearly thought about it first. Adrian's expression softens some as they look down to meet her gaze, caught between playfulness and endearment. Ophelia's body is ever so honest and it reveals itself in the cutest ways.

“ So... go find out. Then come back and give me all the juicy details. ”

[sungracd]

⸼ ⸒ ♡ @hypenotist , continued from here

They look on in confusion at first, then surprise, then finally complete fascination as it becomes clear just what is happening and what is forming before their very eyes.

" This is... incredible. " For lack of a better word, mental energy a little more preoccupied with processing the information before them. Tentatively a hand reaches out, fingertips ghosting across the few petals that had already formed as if to test if it was truly real. But even when their touch confirms it is there's a part of their brain that still can't quite believe it. It's one thing being able to contain memories within a vessel, aka Light Cones, but another thing entirely being able to reach into the past itself and bring a tangible thing to the present - or so it feels that way.

" Do you remember its name? Is this… a flower from your memory? " Or someone else's? Now a million questions start to race through their mind and curious eyes turn to Clear for answers.

[sungracd]

if you guys know eve's voice from stellar blade just know it's pretty similar to how i hear adri's voice, just like an octave lower and a bit more lighthearted cause eve tends to be on the serious side. but it's sooo lovely, i love how it can sound either really cute or sexy depending on the situation

[sungracd]

⸼ ⸒ ♡ @svvordsman ⚠ version 2.0

Work keeps him busy, and there's never any promises that can be made without the possibility of having to break them. Adrian knows this. So when he plans to visit this evening, they know there's always a chance something might get in the way. Still, that doesn't stop them from trying to wait up.

It's two in the morning when Blade finds them on the couch, still propped up against the armrest with a book in their lap, but it seems they couldn't resist the peaceful lure of sleep in the end. Unfortunately for him, they're a light sleeper. It doesn't take long before their eyes blink open, still groggy, to the feeling of warmth and movement.

Eventually their half-awake mind comes to the realization they've been hoisted up into his arms and they're likely being carried off to bed. Adrian shifts, arms circling weakly around his neck as they struggle to keep their eyes open.

" ...You're late. " But what they really meant to say is: I missed you.

[strdstd]

#𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐃 ⸻ an indie & selective multi-fandom multi-muse ★ low/sporadic activity ★ multi-verse & multi-ship ★ oc & crossover friendly ★ loved by kieran (he/him & 26 & cst timezone) ★ © & ©

[sungracd]

@strdstd sent: ⚠ {From Dainsleif- uwu}

Somehow, even after hundreds of years, this feels strangely familiar. The stinging embarrassment in their cheeks, the dull throb of pain in their leg. Or maybe it had been the opposite leg last time.

Memories resurface of sneaking over gates and through high windows back when they were both younger, one adventure in particular resulting in a sprained ankle - a devastating outcome for a dancer, mind you. But Adrian was fortunate to have a literal knight in shining armor there to calm them and help them home without any further strain to the injury.

This . . . is almost exactly like that. A reminder that fate sure has a funny way of working sometimes. What isn't funny however is the fact that Adrian just might strangle that little psychopath Lohen someday if he keeps leaving dangerous traps in unfortunate places. But anger aside—

Adrian feels conflicted, caught between pouting about the situation and clinging onto Dainsleif for comfort as he continues along the path home. At least it's late and far from the city or else it could be a lot more embarrassing with prying, wandering eyes.

" Thank you, Dain, but . . . you don't have to carry me all the way home, you know. It's probably mostly healed by now. "

[sungracd]

@svvordsman sent: ⚠ c:

A sigh escapes their lips for what feels like the twentieth time tonight. Parties have never been particularly enjoyable (but a promise to an old colleague is a promise), hence why slender digits trail along the railing of the balcony they find refuge on for the time being. At least the noise and chatter between boring scholars about boring academia topics can be easier drowned out from this distance.

Staring out over the edge, Adrian appears to be calculating just how far of a jump to the bottom it might be . . . until the sound of footsteps catches their attention just in time. They turn towards the source and expression softens with a look of pleasant surprise. Because he said he couldn't be here, nor is he supposed to be.

But here he is anyway and Adrian can't help moving to meet him halfway and throw their arms around him in a big hug. A hug that somehow turns to being hoisted up into his arms, florist laughing softly as their arms settle around Blade's shoulders.

" Has my knight in shining armor come to take me away from this miserable place? "

[sungracd]

what enters the room before you do ?

emanator of abundance: the armor. You arrive already assembled. Posture aligned. Voice measured. Boundaries humming quietly beneath the surface. There is no rush in the way you enter a space - only intention. People feel it immediately: you are not careless with access. Respect forms before familiarity does. This isn’t distance for distance’s sake; it’s discernment. You learned, at some point, that softness without structure gets bruised. Those who earn their way past the armor find something rare - warmth that chose to stay, not warmth that leaked everywhere. Colours: Polished steel, charcoal, deep forest green. Scene: Leaning against a wall at the edge of a room, observing first, deciding later who deserves your full attention.

holy messenger: the caution. You arrive quietly, like a breath taken before speaking. You choose where to stand. Where to sit. Who to look at. Your presence isn’t loud but it’s deliberate, weighted with attention. People often miss you at first. That’s fine. You’re not here to be consumed immediately. You are gathering information, reading undercurrents, noticing what isn’t being said. When you do engage, it’s precise. Thoughtful. Real. And by then, you’ve already seen everything. Colours: Slate, mist grey, muted sage. Scene: Sitting near a window, watching reflections more than faces, storing details you’ll remember later.

[sungracd]

what enters the room before you do ?

the energy. You arrive like warmth does, without asking permission. Before you speak, before you settle into a chair, something in the room softens. Conversations loosen their shoulders. Silences stop feeling accusatory. People don’t always know why they feel safer around you; they just do. Your presence is porous. You feel atmospheres the way skin feels temperature. Joy clings to you easily. So does unease. You often carry emotions that were never formally handed to you - just left in the air, assumed you’d hold them. Still, there is something grounding about you. You remind people that gentleness isn’t weakness, that openness can be steady.

Colours: Honey, warm amber, sunlit linen / Scene: Sitting cross-legged on the floor while others talk around you, quietly anchoring the room just by being there.

stole it and tagging @cursedblessed , @zhisi , @gracelis , @m-11o , @hypenotist , @holyscorch , @amemoire and whoever wants it, tag me i'm nosy ♡

[prttyvirgo]

there’s just something so cute about boys who get flustered easily like oh goodness you can’t look into my eyes because i called you pretty? how are you gonna look at me when i fuck you then?

[sungracd]

@cursedblessed sent: ⚠ okay but james picking up and carrying Adrian

Somehow the city seems much smaller late at night. Their paths cross for the second time within the past few hours, except the first had been more or less a passing glance; the knowing gaze of another inhuman passing as human among the crowd.

Now his presence looms beside them as they stand at the edge of the sidewalk, attention shifting first to the shadow he casts beneath the streetlights, the uncanny way it seemed to move in the corner of their eye. But it stops just as quickly as it starts, so they turn to its owner. Rather than meet his gaze they take in his appearance with a quick glance over. He's dressed for a night out, just as they are, angel donning a little black dress and heels. Simple, flattering, inconspicuous.

Before they even have a chance to think of something clever to say, the ground leaves from beneath their feet with a sharp breath. Blinking up at James who's suddenly a little too close, his touch a little too familiar, it takes a moment to register they've been scooped up into his arms and even longer to realize the puddle of rainwater that gathered earlier along the street below — precisely where they intended to walk.

“ You … I … ” Flustered by the gesture, gentlemanly as it is, they also know very well that James is not in fact a gentleman. Do not be charmed, they remind themself and Adrian huffs. “ My legs work perfectly fine, thank you. And I'm perfectly capable of walking around a silly little puddle. This isn't some romance movie. ”