Benedict

[text] No, I haven't ever visited before.

[text] I favor whatever makes you confident. 💖 But if Rhosh enjoys it I also will

[text] I will be glad to be the one who shows you Italy then

[text] I'm equally confident wearing any garment or none at all

[text] But of course, we will adhere to Rhoshamandes' taste as our compass, then

#perladivenezia #//He really has no idea

[text] No one else can unlock its beauty how I assure you can.

[text] It is for the best, I wouldn't wish for Rhosh to become jealous of all the attention I give you.

[text] You'll have to show me, I've not taken to exploring much of modern shops.

[text] Milan seems more fitting.

[text] Will you let me select some things for you? I know what Rhosh will enjoy seeing you in.

[text] So you haven't been to Galleria Vittorio yet? I would be glad to show you around I believe you will love it.

[text] Of course, I appreciate recommendations for Rhoshamandes, however I would like to know what would you like to see on me as well

[text] I was born in France and did not venture outside Rhosh's territory until years after we fled. Sorry to say I have not ventured far 😅

[text] You do not need to dress for me, I find you to be ✨️perfection✨️ no matter what you graces your figure 😃

[text] You mean you haven't visited Italy at all?

[text] I believe you, but there might still be some garments you like more than others, or that you would like to see how they look on me

[text] No, I haven't ever visited before.

[text] I favor whatever makes you confident. 💖 But if Rhosh enjoys it I also will

#perladivenezia

[text] You'll have to show me, I've not taken to exploring much of modern shops.

[text] Milan seems more fitting.

[text] Will you let me select some things for you? I know what Rhosh will enjoy seeing you in.

[text] So you haven't been to Galleria Vittorio yet? I would be glad to show you around I believe you will love it.

[text] Of course, I appreciate recommendations for Rhoshamandes, however I would like to know what would you like to see on me as well

[text] I was born in France and did not venture outside Rhosh's territory until years after we fled. Sorry to say I have not ventured far 😅

[text] You do not need to dress for me, I find you to be ✨️perfection✨️ no matter what you graces your figure 😃

#perladivenezia

[text] Lock up my tower.

@surrenderedsoul-blog

[text] Why do I need to do what?

[text] Allesandra. [text] I don't want her even remotely near anything that has to do with me. And don't expect me to drop by anytime soon as long as she is welcome there.

[text] Everard why would I ever permit her in your room?

[text] Am I not permitted to visit you as well? I do not control who is welcome here.

[text] That is exactly my point. Just lock it.

[text] You can visit.

[text] You can bring Miriam. We met. She's a doll.

#everarddelanden #Bring the girl who gets Benny to eat hearts

[text] I will if you insist 😔

[text] Did something happen? Allesandra I thought was keeping her distance from you.

[text] I will ask if she wishes to accompany me when I visit. She has been hunting with me a bit.

[text] Lock up my tower.

@surrenderedsoul-blog

[text] Why do I need to do what?

[text] Allesandra. [text] I don't want her even remotely near anything that has to do with me. And don't expect me to drop by anytime soon as long as she is welcome there.

#everarddelanden #We all know he's crying

[text] Everard why would I ever permit her in your room?

[text] Am I not permitted to visit you as well? I do not control who is welcome here.

[text] Lock up my tower.

@surrenderedsoul-blog

[text] Why do I need to do what?

#everarddelanden

[text] I wish to trust you but Armand does not seem to be found of me. I would not risk entering his territory.

[text] No just thought it may be fun to play dress up with you. 😃

[text] There is something I love about having clothes selected by someone else.

[text] Oh, I'm grateful for the opportunity

[text] In that case, Milan offers better shopping than London, in my opinion

[text] But I'm sure we will find something perfect in either. I leave the decision to you.

#anonymous #//questionable if Rhosh is just lurking in the shadows

[text] You'll have to show me, I've not taken to exploring much of modern shops.

[text] Milan seems more fitting.

[text] Will you let me select some things for you? I know what Rhosh will enjoy seeing you in.

#perladivenezia

How are you? Blink twice if you need help.

I'm doing well! Help? Help with what? Was I working on something I forgot? How long must I not blink for to not incorrectly convey the need for help?

#anonymous

What is the longest you have ever been away from Rhoshamandes?

Longest? A week? Maybe... Was it even a week? I'm sorry I do not tend to think about being away from Rhosh often. Technically, the longest time away would be my entire mortal life before having met him but we do not opt to be part for long. Even when he's busy or in the company of others I selfishly tend to find at least a moment to seek his attention.

Did the Children of Darkness ever approach you?

Maybe I'm misunderstanding your question but I do not believe they approached anyone. Chased out and captured are far more accurate statements.

Are they claiming they were knocking on doors inviting people to join?

#anonymous

[ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes.

Benedict’s lips and teeth on his marbled skin were inviting, beguiling as they always were, with his soft, angelic yet determined hands insisting on undoing each and every single button of his silk, black shirt despite Rhoshamandes’ previous remarks and warnings that he ought to hunt this evening. It entertains him, his fledgling’s lighthearted disobedience and self-indulgence, and were he not in need to feed, perhaps he would have willingly complied in favor to his persistence. Yet, it was not an option tonight.

“I am often left admired by your hunger, Benedict,” he murmurs close to Benedict’s ear, his own mouth peppering a bountiful amount of deep, ardent kisses down his throat whilst his strong fingers bury inside his umber curls and his free hand claims the curve of his waist in a firm grip, squeezing it with want. “But you will need to exercise some measure of patience until I return if you do not wish to accompany me in my hunt,” he continues, withdrawing his visage only so he can gaze at his lover, grey-blue eyes peering into his with visible fervor.

“You can have your fill then, and I shall have my way.” With his digits leaving his locks to then secure his chin, Rhoshamandes allows his thumb to brush over his mischievous cherub’s dust-pink petal lips before he closes the distance to press his mouth on his himself. “Understood?”

It was not forgotten that Rhoshamandes had warned of his desire to hunt that night but it was met with Benedict's own hunger. Those sweet eyes searching his expression for any chance his disobedience would keep Rhosh a moment longer. Nimble fingers had unbuttoned the black silk with more ease than it had been buttoned moments earlier. Fingers traced muscles once the silk has been pushed aside.

Shivering at that voice the tone against his ear in a gentle reminder of who commanded him. Those lips against his flesh and the powerful hands drawing him closer Benedict could not silence the desperate whine that escaped him. He had been balancing, standing on his tip toes to reach his maker but that hold on his waist removed any effort as he was supported by an effortlessly strength. "Please I cannot bare drowning in my need for you that long."

Lips parted he had every intention of taking that thumb into his mouth and looking with those doe eyes as though he knew not of how he teased but Rhosh seemed to know better capturing his lips inside. "And what if I opt not to behave? If I tear your clothes and take your within me?" It was an empty threat as Benedict knew better but he didn't want to give in. "We can hunt tomorrow, I'll even show you what I've learned."

“Insubordination will be met with equivalent punishment,” Rhoshamandes retorts quickly, though his deep voice carries a clear amusement that he makes no effort to conceal. Benedict’s defiance came to him like a breeze of fresh air in a warm summer evening, coaxing his lips into an intrigued, interested crooked smile.

“And what exactly have you learned? My curiosity loathes to be teased, my love. You know this.” Lifting his fledgling off the ground beneath his feet with ease, Rhoshamandes brings him closer towards the expanse of his strong, rigid chest; his free hand still holding his pretty, boyish face by the delicate curve of his chin. Swiftly, he lays him down back on the large mattress of his bed, amidst the silky, burgundy sheets. “But very well. Now,” he murmurs, his mouth descending in a cascade of deep, open-mouthed kisses across Benedict’s neck, chest and stomach, with the sweater he wore effortlessly torn and unceremoniously discarded on the flooring before his digits found the waistband of his bottoms to get rid of.

“If you intend to deny me my hunt,” he begins, with the sharp edge of his teeth nibbling the skin of his fledgling’s stomach as he continues his descent, eyes peering upwards to marvel at him through ash-blonde lashes. “Then you, my heart, shall be my prey.”

Looking at Rhosh with those large doe eyes there was a quiet defiance, the silent dare for his maker to punish him for his insubordination. He viewed the man as his God and believed he could deliver him divine punishment should he deem Benedict deserving of it. "I shall not flee from what I have brought onto myself." The soft voice as if he were offering himself to the flames.

Benedict knew too well that Rhoshamandes wished to know every piece of information he offered and demanded his attention while he gave it. "I fear that hearing of it will be far less satisfying than observing me when we hunt. If you must know now I would ask you bring a mortal to me, allow me to show you." Being placed on the bed his body shifted to make space between his thighs for the powerful body of his maker. There was no denying Rhosh the reward as Benedict's body reacted to his touch as if his skin was not hardened to marble. Moaning and pressing his body to meet the warmth of his maker mouth it was addictive. The attention was too much, he could muster a fake pout at the destruction of his sweater as his body was ignited with pleasure making the fabric all but forgotten.

"Please devour me."

#rhoshamandes

Does Benedict always inform you of everything he knows? Is he allowed to keep secrets? Has he ever attempted it?

“He is allowed, and I am certain he does try to keep them at times. It does not mean he’s successful at it, or that I facilitate his attempts.”

"I'm not certain allowed is the correct verbiage in this situation. If you were to ask I would almost certainly share my knowledge and if I were to deny you than it wouldn't be without reason."

“Oh? And what reason would you find sufficiently sensible to dare deny me, Benedict? Do tell.”

#rhoshamandes #None of these are probably valid reasons to Rhosh

"There are many reasons Rhosh! Sometimes people whisper things in my ear that they wished to confess but do not want to face judgement or whenever anyone is gifting you something telling you would ruin the surprise. Rarely, but at times I know the knowledge isn't worthy of your attention."

Does Benedict always inform you of everything he knows? Is he allowed to keep secrets? Has he ever attempted it?

“He is allowed, and I am certain he does try to keep them at times. It does not mean he’s successful at it, or that I facilitate his attempts.”

#rhoshamandes #Don't trust Benny with secrets

"I'm not certain allowed is the correct verbiage in this situation. If you were to ask I would almost certainly share my knowledge and if I were to deny you than it wouldn't be without reason."