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[rosiehwestwick]

rosiehw: Lily Rosa. Thank You, My Love @westwick--ed

[amaterasuxmp]

love heat | ama + eros

just couple things with @mperosx

"Do you trust me?" Amaterasu's voice was warm and soothing, spoken in hushed tones as if she were in the library. It was the kind of low tone that was meant to put one at ease...or promise something else entirely.

And for today it was something entirely. It was not as if she was innocent in the ways of seduction. When you are married to a love deity, you pick up a thing or two. But it also meant that one must really be attuned to the needs of said love god. It must not be seduction for seduction's sake, though she knew Eros enjoyed such things especially when it came from people whom he loved and trusted dearly. But seduction, love games, and all those things that came with his territory would come across as something expected from Eros. Very few actually went beyond the image that was popularized by culture. How many could say they had taken the time to see beyond the razzle and dazzle of the supernaturally beautiful immortal that was he?

"I promise there are no hidden charges for this service." Her tone becomes one of teasing now as she holds Eros' hands and leads him down the warmed stone path of her personal onsen. She had called up Minx a week ago and asked them to handle things for the day without their boss. She did the same at the library and museum. How long has it been since they last took a day off? Their anniversary trip seemed so long ago. Today, Amaterasu was going to change that. She was prepared that for today, she was just going to be a wife. Showering her much worked husband the attention he so deserved.

"Unless it's something you would like to avail of course." Languid laughter escaped her before she gestured for him to slip into the heated pool. Since it was her onsen, Amaterasu's personal hot spring was always the perfect temperature. And it was wide enough for somebody with wings to stretch and soak overworked muscles. "Can I scrub your back, my love?" Amaterasu gestured at the little wooden bucket filled with all sorts of scrubs and loofahs, something a bit more modern than the usual flimsy heated towel.

[shrapnelsong]

@phantombs:

He hadn't carved into her, no, but had cruelly rended. In fact, plundered he had. He'd gnawed in ferocious, fangs drank deep where her sinew throbs, and wherever they gouged, He declared it home – even inside her ribs. Even into her heart, weeping and hemmorhaging want. Yes, that's the verbiage: she surrendered. He won. Still, infatuated with the midnight moon, she struggled, scrabbled, and crawled back onto her feet. Why? She approaches, puttering through the autumn-gold woods. He leans there watching. She whispers soft – tender as though all, all her nipping hurts, is forgiven. Huh. Incredible. "Me," his voice, deep but pinched, rumbles. "Who else would call for you at a time like this? Here? Where nothing but the stars could see us?" Come here. It's been a while. He licks his lips, famished, and inhales hard, weak – subdued, how strange! – and hungry. The tree steadying his legs dully moans. "Look at me." Now! "Who else would I let look at me like this?"

     His voice echoes cavernously somewhere deep inside her, someplace she can’t reach, yet its tremble spreads all the way to her fingertips. Something about it feels wrong. Golden lashes flutter to cast away the veil of magic that had brought her there, allowing her to see Him clearly for the first time since arriving and the sight is shocking. When they first met, seeing Him wearing Cường had been despairing, almost offensive. But now she’s witnessed the exit wound of his presence. Now she better understands that He is an intrinsic part of the man she loves, and is, by extension, a part of her, too. And before she can catch herself, the concern has already settled in while she wonders how he can still look absolutely regal while so clearly haggard. The invisible bracelet of fang marks now pulses hot as she comes closer, the hand it adorns tentatively reaching out to brush the sunken shadow under his sharp cheek despite herself. “Are you okay..?” A whisper. Her immediate concern will always be what happens to  Cường if the Wolf King goes hungry? But a part of her hates seeing Him so weakened too.

[xeglantine-blog]

@autipsy // starter call

“I only put one pill in, Kazuchi. Then I put it to sleep just like you suggested!” There seems to be something blatantly omitted from this story (if the crudely made cuts and scratches in and around the usb port and bent knife now left haphazardly on the desk beside it were anything to go by). Instead of pointing to this as the clear sign as to why the poor computer was making such a god awful sound now, Briar moved to join Kazu by his side so that he could take the whole thing in. The witch bent at the knees a little and tilted his head to the side, trying to find a good angle to look at it with and failing to see anything but a poorly mistreated heap of junk. “...what do you think could be the problem, darling?” 

[badweather-hero-blog]

[Work has been crazy from the very first day I came back from vacations so made a quick aesthetic for my lil’ idiot to calm down a bit;;]

[amaterasuxmp]

once in a lifetime | amaros

the very best of soft moments with @mperosx from here

Amaterasu had been curled up around Eros, nuzzling that space between where his wings would normally be (gone at the moment as he slept). She had fallen asleep before he got home and had been smiling as she woke up feeling her arms had found him when he slipped into bed next to her. During normal days, they would could only catch snippets of time before their responsibilities would whisk them away. This day though...

Amaterasu scoots closer to return the kiss, her cheek leaning towards his touch as she tugs her husband even closer. “You are forgiven,” She replies with her own cheek, smiling against his lips as she forgoes tugging him off the bed, now that she realized he was awake. He was, to her, home and more. And it made all the more sense for her to stay. To try to be her best for him.

“Coffee first?” She teases, even as she nuzzles him, fingers trailing up his shoulders to run through his sleep-mussed hair. “I...” She hesitates only for a fraction of a second before deciding once again, to be honest with him. “I’m not going to work today...and in a few more days.”

[amaterasuxmp]

spiral | amaeros

taking things out for a spin with @mperosx continued from here

Amaterasu knew precisely what she wanted the moment she got home. With everything that was happening and the constant state of anxiety Amaterasu was in, she was tighter than a wound up spring. So much so that temperatures would rise abruptly more often than not. It was a wonder she wasn’t issued a memo from the others of the council.

But seeing Eros at home, looking as gorgeous as ever and waiting for her---that had been almost enough for the sun goddess to stop worrying for the moment. Because Eros was home, and love, and life. She had started to return his greeting with her own when she noticed that despite the familiarity of his soul, that handsome vessel on their couch was very much new.

And so she had pulled him close, far too eagerly as she normally would have done, and kissed him soundly. Her own fingers tracing up those cheekbones, a thrill dancing down her spine at the smell of chocolate...he always smelled good, but today he smelled even better.

She went with his tug easily, purring almost against him as she settled in his lap, unhooking heels on the way. She reaches for that spot down his shoulders and back, and her smile against his lips was triumphant as those beautiful wings flashed into view. Amaterasu pulls back a bit, not nearly satiated, but wanting to pause, just to bask in the sight of her husband.

She settles on this new but not new lap, already feeling the heady desire settling in and making no efforts to staunch it. Later, she would talk about it later, as she knew he would listen and provide counsel, but not now.

“Have I ever told you,” Her words coming out in a husky tone as she watches the light catch on those golden wings of his and her fingers ached to touch them. “That you are the very best of husbands?” Her smile was tender and loving despite the desire already making her eyes glow. She leaned forward to press another kiss against his lips, gentle, and exploring, even as her fingers danced up to trace one idle feather.