#ahmora

[razorfst]

“ stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up. ”

Well that was stern and rather unexpected. His brow furrowing to emphasis the glare he was currently shooting the other as she wiped away the dried blood. Not being wounded often, he almost always was going to be the worst patient one could have when he did need treatment. “I don’t even know you.” He grumbled out, resisting the urge to once more move away from her touch. Even if she was being kind to him, in a way. It seemed her bedside manner wasn’t the best and it no doubt fit the situation. “Why are you even helping me?” Another set of words he probably shouldn’t even be saying to someone who was showing good nature in helping him. Yet he couldn’t help it, kindness from strangers was something he was highly unaccustomed to and it was clearly showing here. If they weren’t from The Ten Rings, his family, then he always found it hard to let down his guard. 

Injury / Hurt Prompt | Accepting | @ahmora​​​

[havesinned]

HANDS    THAT    HAD    ONCE    HOVERED    TOUCHED    ,    ,        his    heart    beating    LOUDLY    IN    HIS    CHEST    and        skin    warmer    than    it    has    been    in    centuries,    ,    he    couldn’t    help    but    find    hues    greedily    watching    amora    as    she    found    herself    beside    him    ,    ,        eyes    admiring    how    her    lashes    came    off    of    her    eye,    ,    they    turning    upwards    in    such    a    perfect    way    ,    ,    or    how    her    lips    seemed    to    be    crafted    by    god's    very    own    pillow    maker    ,    ,        those    who    could    rest    upon    them    would    be    graced    with    the    feeling    of    perfection    -    -        she    was    to    be    ADORED    with    every    long    gaze    he    was    taking        ❝    you.    are.    perfect.    ❞    his    voice    deep    with    contentment    as    he    sat    up    large    hands    scooping    up    hers    ,    ,    lifting    her    fingers    towards    his    face    as    he    did    so    ,    ,        admiring    them        ❝    but    you    knew    that    ❞       /   /   simping judas for @ahmora​ 

[ofrevival]

@ahmora​  -

            ❝ okay, well, why don’t you just walk away? ❞

                    amora’s  talent  for  the  dramatics  is  truly  without  equal.   she’s  draped  across  him   -   her  favorite  place  to  be  these  days,   it  would  seem   -   and  sporting  one  of  the  most  elaborate  pouts  jason  thinks  he’s  ever  seen  on  anyone.   all  because  he’d  suggested  they  should  keep  moving;   that  remaining  still  the  entire  day  wouldn’t  be  the  best  use  of  their  time.

                    though  it’s  not  as  if  he’s  losing  anything  in  this  scenario.   he  catches  himself  watching  the  way  the  sun  catches  in  strands  of  gold  and  almost  seems  to  set  her  hair  alight.   the  way  her  eyes  fixate  on  him  as  if  he’s  the  only  point  in  the  universe  worth  looking  at.   a  horrendously  cheesy  thought,   and  he  finds  himself  with  a  little  quirk  of  a  grin  at  the  internal  back   &   forth.     “  —–   mm.   well,  y’know,   just  walking  away  is  a  little  difficult  when  you’re  on  top  of  me. ”     a  raised  brow.     “ which,   i  guess  means  your  nefarious  plan  is  working. ”

[queensupe]

@ahmora​​ 

❛      I  SHOULD  HAVE  KNOWN  this  was  one  of  yours  from  the  beginning.      ❜      a  smooth  stone  with  branches  stretching  away  from  a  rune,  carefully  carved  into  a  teasing  signature  that  only  maeve  would  recognize  rests  in  the  cusp  of  a  clenched  palm.    her  tone  is  anything  but  friendly.    the  black  ire  twanging  the  edge  of  her  jaw  like  a  harp  string  thrums  with  each  seething  clench.  her  knuckles  blanch  with  the  finality  of  dogging  after  amora  in  a  two  year  hunt.    

two  years,  in  the  sprawling  expanse  of  eternity,  is  NOTHING.    two  years,  in  the  long  ramble  of  history  that  spreads  between  them,  is  a  pittance,  an  annoyance  that  grinds  the  pits  of  her  molars.    

maeve  thrusts  the  pebble  out  at  amora    &    it  skitters,  jumps  across  the  floor.    two  turns  around  the  sun  is  not  enough  to  settle  the  rage  bubbling  up  to  build  a  hiss  between  her  teeth.    ❛      you  staged  that  entire  thing  for  a  JOKE.    do  you  know  how  many  men  i  killed  for  your  punchline?    ❜    her  fists  prop  at  the  brim  of  her  hips    &    after  twenty-four  months  of  dragging  through  ice    &    swallowing  storms,    the  only  thing  she  has  to  offer  is  a  pithy,        ❛    ------    it  wasn’t  even  funny.    ❜

[xstrange]

ahmora asked: it is late - late enough that any mortal would seek to find rest, even the sorcerer supreme. he is dozing with a tome in his hand as she approaches ( momentarily stalled by the suspicious fluttering of annoying cape ) but ends are met as she bends down to press a kiss against his lips ... hard enough to rouse him but soft enough to have a gentle impression. " dying from exhaustion would be such a waste. "

HEAVY   WAS   THE   HEAD   THAT   WORE   THE   CROWN,      an   easy   yet   meaningful   quote   by   the   beloved   shakespeare.      it   was   in   a   state   of   slumber   where   she   found   him,      the   sorcerer   wrapped   up   in   the   middle   of   trying   to   find   a   reason   for   his   odd   feeling   of   late.      he   couldn't   shake   the   idea   that   there   was   something   terribly   wrong   with   the   multiverse      ---      and   frankly,      who   else   was   there   to   fix   it   ?      

his   eyebrows   were   furrowed   and   his   expression   pinched,      the   weight   of   responsibility   plaguing   him   even   in   his   state   of   unconciousness.      the   book   he   held   was   barely   gripped   enough   to   prevent   falling   to   the   floor,      but   fingers   slip   when   SOFT   LIPS   press   against   his   own      ---      waking   him   from   his   unexpected   slumber.      blonde   hair   cascaded   around   his   features,      mismatched   eyes   of   blue   and   grey   widening   ever   slightly,      tinged   with   exhaustion.

her   words   wrung   CLOSER   TO   THE   TRUTH   than   he   would   have   liked,      the   soft   lilt   of   the   enchantress's   tone   easing   him   back   into   a   state   of   awake.      while   still   half   asleep   and   without   a   better   thought   he'd   gently   ease   her   upon   his   lap      ---      allowing   her   the   chance   to   pull   away,      before   leaning   back   with   the   added   weight   and   warmth   of   her   closeness.      "      allow   me   this   moment   of   selfishness,      "      he'd   murmur,      voice   an   octave   lower   and   gravelled   with   sleep.

[libertytm]

libertitty(tm)

S U R E.  kiel misspells my url and i’m the one that gets harassed !!  this is liable, slander, etc. ??  @ahmora  do you see this abuse ??

BUT ALSO

those are some libertittys

[brainwrangler-moved]

crying starter for @ahmora​

HER    FINGERS    SHAKE    ,    ,        as    they    grasp    at    burning    wrists    (    memories    )    that    will    not    leave    her    alone    ,    ,    do    not    even    question    "WHY"    this    has    happened    -        for    coraline    does    not    know    (    her    mind    was    in    different    places    )        so    much    so    that    the    tears    that    fall    off    of    her    chin    didn't    faze    her    as    she    looked    towards    the    GODDESS    ,    ,    ❝    amora    ...    im    s    c    a    r    e    d    ❞        not    of    the    brain    torture    that    has    already    begun    but    of    S    H    O    W    I    N    G    that    fear    to    show    someone    else    the    horror    of    it.    

[vampyrasa]

  ...    𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓  ☦  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀   attends  [ @ahmora​​ ]    ...     𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ...    [ CHEEK:  kissed him on the cheek ]  ...  the  castle  is  currently  accepting  new  letters    ...  

they  were  both   dead   artists,  in  a   certain,  special  way.   and the two could not have spun more different paintings if ever they were to try;  his head was dark    very dark,  and his statuesque figure taller than most young trees.    the other was fair with great masses of golden hair draped across her shoulders.   and where one had great, piercing eyes that shown near-red in the pale moon,  hers were of a different,  almost venal sort of disposition.    stood together in silence,  with the elder’s eyes fixed upon the parchment that had been strewn across the rostrum by his own hand.    he made to dip his pen in the aging ink,  catching little more than a glimpse of green in his occupied peripherals. 

           the touch of wax upon the dead,  gray skin was enough to shock him from his stillness,  to have him round on her like a vulture to its prey.   his eyes,  once large and full of jaded wisdom,  seemed almost beady whilst they glared down upon her head.    although they somehow were a fair contrast to his gnarled mouth, which had twisted itself into a look of   petrified  malice  and churned to show the great,  white teeth.     WHO  WOULD  DARE  BARE  HER  FANGS  AGAINST HIM,  LAY WASTE TO THE MARBLE THAT HAD BEGAT THEM FROM HIS BLOOD?                   like a savage wolf that might snap against its kin,  the tension rose within him,  evened out,  and then steadily slipped away.    nay,  this was no vampire with her teeth lay bare against him.    realization dawned and time passed slowly,  and with it slipped shut the angered grimace of that count’s ruby maw.   

❛❛     take care,    ❜❜     his voice, though ultimately suave and deceptively soft,  was laden with a sense of gravitas,      ❛❛     what you do with your mouth,  madame.  where upon you lay it can have many meanings in this world.   and i must impress upon you the seriousness with which you enter it:   as new, fresh blood.    ❜❜