#aanrietta

[rosawept-m]

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  "Nothing stopped me, he splattered to the ground with fewer organs than he tripped with. Very tragic accident." Aanrietta sighed as the back of her hand met her forehead in a dramatic flourish. "So young, so full of life! Yet so rude! Strange that his tongue was missing too..."

       A cruel laugh passed through the woman's darkly painted lips before she could stop herself. A shocked expression settled upon her features. Seemingly normal - if not unusual - golden eyes gazed into the captivating white ones of the creature before her. For only a breath of a moment the woman held the façade. Like the flickering of a candle, a wicked smile formed on previously parted lips as shock gave way to the cruelty and madness beneath.

       The gold around her eyes bled black, consuming the whites of her eyes, the pupils morphed from the mundane round to that of a serpent. 

       “It is so lovely to meet someone who thinks the same way. So refreshing. Unless of course it is all for show?”

@murderreign

[rosawept-m]

[X]

Rage had coiled its grip tightly around her now twisted mind. It was a trivial slight that had drove her bout of anger. A foolish endeavor as Havik was much more stronger than her, but she struck nonetheless. A rabid serpent against a bloody hound was no match as she was knocked to the ground. A heavy weight following soon after. Yet Aanrietta fought and when his hands had taken ahold of her face. She drove a dagger into his chest.

Wet and warm blood coating her hands, making the dagger slippery as she pushed. A look of satisfaction in her luminous golden eyes. The sclera darkening the more she learned and drove into her new powers. Swirling in a inky black infection. The corruption settling in deep. Lips that were formed into a voracious snarl was now twisted in a smirk. While Havik did not flinch. It did not mean he didn't feel pain as she pushed harder.

The dagger nearly slipping through her finger's. Delicate flesh pressed hard against the guard of the dagger. It was an uncomfortable pain as she struggled to twist the blade.

…"My turn."

Droplets of blood dripped down on her cheek as he spoke. Letting go of her face as he grabbed the dark cloth of her collar. Pulling her towards him and to her dismay, Aanrietta closed her eyes. Almost afraid of the pain he was surely about to inflict. A headbutt, a bite even. But she did not expect a kiss.

A crushing, bruising kiss as she let go of the blade. Fingers grasped the fabric on his chest as the other struck him on the shoulder. Still angry. But after a few moments the anger faded. Tasting hints of the sweetness of the iron from the kiss. It was like a beckoning call to her senses and desires. The hand that had repeatedly stuck him now rested on the back of his neck. Her nails digging into his flesh as she returned the kiss. Eagerly.

Lips parted to lure him in, biting at his lower lip. Seeking to draw more blood and just a fleeting prickle of pain. While she may have been given power, unlocking the madness that was within her soul. But there was still pieces of her old self. Fragments. A shyness even as she held affection for Havik. Had yet to admit them. The feeling of anger was now washed away.

@khaotickleric

[rosawept-m]

[X]

       Dark painted lips pressed against the warm flesh of Hisoki’s cheek. Her hand trailing down his shoulder to his clothed chest. Chuckling sweetly as she pressed her cheek to his. The bottle she took from one of the servants pressed against her back. Like a surprise as her golden serpent eyes glanced down at the papers with little interest. “Is missing you not reason enough?” The duchess purred, teasing him as her hand trailed closer to his neck. Talons barely taking hold before sliding down. Black nails gently ran across his skin as she boldly slide her hand through his robes. Feeling the unburned flesh of his chest before settling over his heart.

       “It has been so long, like you have forgotten about me.” The demoness’s words filed with fake sorrow. Seeking a desired reaction. Moving the bottle from behind her back and reaching over him to put it on the wooden surface. Her other hand now free, fingers barely touched as she trailed down the length of his arm. Lips once more pressed against his cheek and then to his neck. Taking in his lovely scent. The false perfume of a mortal shell not gone. Now spicy sweet to her senses.

       Aanrietta too know the pains of rulership of a realm. Hisoki was in need of a court, find subjects that could be molded and forced into submission through fear so that they would not betray you. To believe you were the better master, as there were ones far worse. Their souls were hers to do with as she pleased. Aanrietta was a selfish creature and she wanted Hisoki more to herself. For his attention to be on her. For him to adore her for as long as she could ensnare him. Before that dreaded phase of wanting nothing to so with her. Be it centuries or more. Aanrietta knew it would happen. Perhaps even feared it.

@hisoki-sato​

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Standing amongst the carnage of piles of gowns that did not meet the ever changing whims of the demon. A pout rested on Aanrietta's lips as her gaze swept across the results of her tantrum. Hands on her hips as her body swayed side to side.

The fabric that swished around her felt pleasant upon her borrowed skin . Unconcerned if it appeared juvenile as a million and one thoughts crossed her troubled mind.

"Liselle!"

A snort, a laugh passed through unpainted lips. Golden eyes of the demon looked towards the woman - the devil - stealing her makeup.

"Scandalous! I know there was a reason that I liked you. Besides your beauty. Of course, my sweetling. I know how to pick them. Rather fond of it myself." The demon's eyes were alight with mischief as she brushed off the night gown sleeve off her shoulder. The fabric drifted down and exposed more of her skin and teased the naked contour of her breasts.

"Why don't we skip the party and have our very own private one. Right here." A bold statement and the demon was bold. Very bold. Mistaken so easily for one of Desire. Stepping over the pile, Aanrietta made her way closer to Liselle.

"Why bother with petty, dry and oh so boring gossip we have both heard before. Instead, we can enjoy each other's company and experience pleasant sensations that will leave us breathless. To be kept within the embrace of bliss all night."

@katabasiiis

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.: Open Starter :.

“Stupid! Ugly! Out of date!” One by one pieces of clothing were throw across the room in growing disapprove. Having enough, the mad duchess stormed out of her closet still in her comfy yet revealing sleep gown.

“This is ridiculous! If I can’t find something nice to wear, I’m not going!”

[rosawept-m]

Liselle consorted with Aanrietta: ❝  we keep each other safe.  it’s my turn to protect you.  ❞

Clawed fingers traced the flesh of liselle's pale cheek. A caress of tenderness and longing. The glow of the demon's golden eyes gazed upon the beauty of the Blood Queen.

Serpent eyes embraced in a blanket of darkness as the corruption of her possessed vessel was unveiled and unmasked by magic. Within the depths of the serpent stare, was an abyss of insanity.

"If I die, I will be banished to the Fade. If you die, I would lose you forever." The swirl of obsession radiated with protectiveness. It was a selfish love, born from their connection of violence and blood.

A hunter had threaten their bloody theater. The Seeker hound would die of course. But there were risks and she would not sacrifice the object of her obsession.

"You are more rare than you know." Aanrietta spoke in a whisper. "Who other than you would consort with a demon like me? I touch and I do not drive you mad. You are beautiful to me and what you are cannot be allowed to die."

@katabasiiis

[rosawept-m]

[X]

The unsettling eyes of the woman lit up at the Illithid answer. A cheerful smile spread across her dark painted lips. Exposing sharpened, vampiric like fangs. "Simply marvelous!" Joy laced with tainted honey. A twisted mind swirling with ideas.

childlike

demented 

Fantasizing an image in her mind of this Illithid and herself enjoying tiny yet oh so cute strawberry tarts. Her's heart shaped and the thingy's a cloud - no brain!

"You must join me for tea sometimes! I personally don't find brains to be enjoyable. I have tried it prepared twenty different ways. But I can find you some delectable samples. Still fresh and alive if you feel peckish. Don't be modest you would be a guest! And I would never allow a guest to go hungry. It would make me such a terrible hostess." 

This woman, this black stain in the visage of a human. Eyes feline, predatory in a pool of inky darkness. A gleam of madness within. Controlled by the flame curiosity. 

"I am rather fond of sweets myself! I dare say I make the best sweets, pastries, pies, cakes - perhaps I shall make you some myself. If not do not be disheartened. I have the best bakers around in my employ. They are simply obsessed with their craft."

@eldritchborn

[rosawept-m]

. : Open Starter : .     

 “I’ll show you my bloody, beating heart if you show me yours. Compare and see who’s bigger.”