#-whistles-

[noblehcart]

“I’m here, nothing can harm you.”

@lordofthestrix

She should've known better. She should've questioned more in the face of all that she had experienced and seen. Yet, she didn't.

She didn't think twice as the vampire's fingers clawed into her throat. This other version of Tristan she had termed in her own mind as 'bad'. As evil. For the moment Liesel forgot that there was another term 'the lesser of two evils' but such a phrase didn't cross her mind because she saw her Tristan.

He stood coolly making his demands. Threatening. Calm. Collected and calling for her. A breath of air against this depraved version that was a villainous wicked mockery of what her Tristan stood for. She knew he wasn't entirely good, he challenged the conventions she believed in, but he was not this maniacal, depraved creature that had held her until that moment.

Which was why she ran.

Throwing herself into his arms, that tightened and held her close. The press of his mouth against the crown of her head as he drew her closer with a soft inhale.

Yet as she buried herself into the safety of his grip that she realized her mistake. Realized his cleverness. Because the suit did look like her Tristan's from a distance. The same tone and even measure. It wasn't until she breathed him in, her frame slackening against him and the soft murmur of his words.

I’m here, nothing can harm you.

The missing warmth. Where there should've been safety she felt cold. It was wrong. It felt entirely wrong even if the image was perfect. It was then that she knew. Knew to fight, knew to try and run despite his steel like grip and she tried to twist free.

In all the worlds she had stumbled into she hadn't given much thought to names in defining each version of him she had met. This one was the exception. This one that had left her terrified. This one that she would've defined as the perfect evil. Erebus. Because he was the singular being that she'd name as godlike, the one surely born to shadows and darkness with the untenable fathoms in his eyes and elegantly dripping from his words. He made the other version of himself seem a cartoonish mockery of the idea of villain. Of darkness and cruelty.

And she had unwittingly and willingly run into his arms thinking his facade had belonged to her Tristan.

[noblehcart]

[ tie ] Muse A helps Muse B with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it - loumia or steferci dealers choice

@myhiraeth

"I don't like this." Mia pouted at the fact that Louis stood in kissing distance with his fingers at her throat. Or rather his fingers easily looping and tying the bowtie she was failing to manage on her own. It was a new look she was attempting for an outfit that required a rest run and ever since he had discovered where her flat was he had been visiting far too often.

So often she gave up trying to turn him away. Those muscles could come in handy every now and then anyways. It was irritating that someone this cute had to open his mouth and spoil the view- even more so when he showed off that he was insanely rich and knew how to blend in their locals while she floundered.

Like now as she struggled to get her pink bow tie in place and he came over to do it for her. It wasn't fair. She was the designer here. She knew the cuts, the colors, the fits and yet this damned bowtie was going to be the end of her today.

"Re-do it. It isn't right." The huff followed without looking at the bow or a mirror. He couldn't have possibly done it right the first time though the pressure felt right and the easy of his hands said they had more than enough experience to handle the task.

[hcrwish]

@godae

"-weell..." the cherubic blonde hummed as she lingered in her room. her watch had already buzzed with the reminder that she needed to go for her wellness check this week, today, at this hour. but as won't a six year old she didn't want to visit the labs. the cold, sterile room that often left her bruised and tired. blue eyes fixed to her best friend almost pleadingly as he had already reminded her.

"we don't have to go 'right' now do we? they'll come get us if we have to go, right?"

[ellevenie]

just ignore me, I'm just tiding up here for no reason whatsoever.....

[noblehcart]

Aesthetic: Rookheeya Khademi & Prince Styxx of Didymos (History come alive au) @myhiraeth / @noblehcart

[noblehcart]

❛ I would extinguish the light of a billion worlds just to see you smile. Who else can say that? ❜ (Darkest counterparts?)

@lordofthestrix

" perhaps one other. for you. "

perhaps.

but then again he always promised such sweet somethings to her. it was perhaps the only sweet aspect of him. the only soft tenderness to be found on the man who loved her. he always did know the right things to say. fingers brushed against his cheek as she drank in her equal and his offer. knowing fully well he would if she so wanted. it wasn't really what she wanted but it was the thought that counted she supposed.

" offer me something else." she hummed, fingers tracing a faint invisible line over his cheek to throat. " i don't want something that will die. its terribly limited otherwise. "

[noblehcart]

@myhiraeth (bc styxx needs to meet the khademi fam)

"I do wish our little sister was here. Rookheeya is the loveliest conversationalist when she's not off on a hunt with our little brother Jahan. " Laleh added warmly if not a bit longingly as she spoke to her intended.

It had been a week of welcoming the Greek royals to the Persian court and it had been an honor to be one of the first to greet the crown prince of didymos thanks to Kian's connections. A week of festivities, conversations and merriment as King Xerxes and the crown prince Styxx met with most of the court to find a bride. Yet somehow most evenings ended with her seated beside Styxx speaking warmly over wine and exchanging pleasantries. Kian told her yesterday morning with a kiss to each cheek that the decision had been made that she'd wed the greek prince and that the union was blessed and approved by both kings.

"Hopefully she'll arrive before we must depart." Before the wedding. Before she'd leave Persia forever and likely almost never see her family again. They hadn't spoken of what their future would look like, but then again she supposed she didn't need to know. It would be what her husband wanted it to be and she was grateful to be chosen. My sister- a queen of a greek kingdom, how lovely. Nasrin had remarked at the time with a wry smile that hinted at something behind intelligent eyes that left Laleh wondering what was up her embroidered sleeves.

"Yes, she wasn't anticipating that your party would arrive on such favorable winds. Otherwise she would not have left for the countryside in Mazandaran so close to your arrival, your highness." Nasrin remarked coolly as she swept into the room, taking note of how Laleh sat close to Styxx and his position to her. She knew precisely what this 'alliance' was for all parties involved and she was thoroughly glad to not be the pawn in all of this. Sweet little Laleh would do just fine and if Nasrin had any vision to see relationships she could see that the stern Commander of the Omada had a gentle touch with his tulip of a bride. Kian might have been somewhat mistaken, but Nasrin was not.