#* amoira;

[gallaxians]

For Amoira: do you usually use your veela magic while at work? Are there other occasions where you find it useful? Has there ever been a time where initially you thought it was a good idea to use it, but then later you regretted it?

“Normally my, uh, energy is enough for people. I don’t have to go so far to use my magic to get better tips or anything.” He smiles awkwardly, his hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck. “Honestly, it’s not something I enjoy to use. A lot of my kind are free users, but to me… I don’t like the falsity of everything. I want someone to be drawn to me for me. I’ve never used it intentionally while on Earth. But there are times I regret letting some of it slip.” Curling his fingers in pink locks, he uses that to distract himself from falling down a rabbit hole of embarrassing memories. “I mean, sometimes just talking in a certain tone can trigger people, most humans are pretty uh– weak to it. I never know if things are real.” 

[gallaxians]

Amoira. What is your most outlandish kink? Have you ever shared it with anyone? Anyone you trust enough to share it with?

“On Venus we don’t see it as kink, just healthy acts of consenting people. There’s a lack of that atmosphere that humans have... so bare with me as I try to see it from your perspective in sharing my answer.”

He leans back, crossing one leg over the other. “I like connection, I am not one to give my body to anyone. Especially because of what I am and what I do.” He starts off with, “Whether you are asking about roughness or the more ‘vanilla’ in terms I’ve heard, I cannot provide a certain answer. Everyone is different and sex can be enjoyed in so many ways. I do not have personal limits in how far things go except maybe when it involves bodily functions... especially with humans.” 

His shoulders lift in a shrug, “I typically enjoy what my partner enjoys. I suppose I’m more of a giver in all sense. Scratches, bruises, and bites or butterfly kisses and hushed whispers.”  

[gallaxians]

                    soft boy ♡ @shadowraiths

His set is over, the veela feeling dead on his feet as he comes out from the back stage area. Catching his eyes, he moves over, resting his weight on his friend that was waiting by the packed up bar. “You know you’re not supposed to be here.” He murmurs, too tired to actually care if he gets into trouble. Not like he would, anyway. “Have you come to walk me home?” 

[gallaxians]

                @elvctrickiss continued from here

Amoira found himself staring, mouth hung open as he tries to find the words. He reels a little, coughing to clear his throat which suddenly felt dry. “I wouldn’t recommend that.” The Venusian shakes his head, “The whole shaking your ass thing. Not a good idea. But uh, you know, if you find them attractive and want to reciprocate saying hello doesn’t hurt. I think that’s appropriate enough for you right now.” 

[gallaxians]

              calling upon @erovsun, trading ♡ for a starter !

The bar is rather empty, painting a depressing scene as Amoira pulls up a seat. Of course, it’s a week night, there’s no sporting events that he can recall, and it’s approaching the wee hours of the morning. The veela probably should have been at home. The four walls of his apartment seemed so close, restricting his space and need for air. “I’ll take a scotch, neat.” He murmurs to the bartender, tapping the counter. There’s only one other soul a couple seats down, making this a little less darker than drinking alone. “And whatever they’re having, it’s on me.”