#asriel's reply

[angelus-cadens]

@curse-of-frell sent “you okay?” - Ella

Asriel didn’t look at her at first. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the horizon like he was watching something only he could see. The moonlight caught the sharp angles of his face, casting deep shadows beneath his eyes.

“Okay?” he repeated, voice low, almost amused. “That’s a sweet word. Tidy. Human.” Finally, he turned, and when his gaze met hers, there was a flicker—something pained, something buried deep under centuries of blood and regret. But it vanished almost as fast as it appeared.

“I haven’t been ‘okay’ in a long time,” he said, softer now, almost like a confession. “But I’m alive. Or close enough to pass for it.” Then, with a dry smirk: “You learn to stop asking that question, eventually.”

[angelus-cadens]

@curse-of-frell sent “i don’t like you. i just think about you a lot. totally different.” - Elliot

Asriel didn’t flinch. He stood there in the dim glow of the corridor lights, arms folded, a half-smirk playing at the corner of his mouth like the words barely grazed him. “Right,” he said, voice cool but steady, “because obsession without affection is so much healthier.”

His eyes—dark, calculating—locked onto theirs, and for a moment, something flickered behind them. Not anger. Not hurt. Just... recognition. Like he’d seen this game before, played it too many times, and always ended up with the same scar. He took a slow step closer, not threatening, just… present. Inescapably so. “You don’t have to like me. But if I’m living in your head rent-free, don’t pretend you’re above whatever this is.” He turned away then, the echo of his boots filling the silence he left behind. But his voice, low and biting, lingered in the air like smoke: “Just be honest. I already know the difference between want and like. So do you.”

[angelus-cadens]

@bloodyxballet sent "Have you got no shame?"

Asriel pulled away from the neck of the human, grinning at the ballet dancer, his lips slick and glistening with fresh blood. "Why should I?" he asked, voice low and thick with amusement. He let the corpse crumple to the floor like a discarded prop, the soft thud echoing through the empty studio. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he gave a lazy shrug.

"He was dying already anyway. Some sickness or something, I just… sped the process, I guess?" His eyes glittered with something feral—humor, hunger, or perhaps the thrill of being watched. He took a step closer to the dancer, his boots leaving faint prints in the blood pooling beneath the body. "Besides," he added with a smirk, "he didn’t seem all that attached to life." He tilted his head, gaze raking over the dancer with unsettling interest. "You're not sick, are you?"

[angelus-cadens]

"I lay awake at night, aching for you"

"Aww, you poor little thing," he teased, his smirk softening as his thumb traced the curve of Jim’s cheek, slow and deliberate. His voice dropped to a murmur, rough with something darker, something raw. "All those nights, burning for me? And here I thought you were made of sterner stuff." His fingers slid to tilt his chin up, forcing their eyes to meet — his own glowing faintly, the way they did when he was truly pleased. "But don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure you ache for more than just dreams next time."

Beneath the taunt, his pulse hummed, wild and possessive. He wanted to devour that confession, to pin it between them like a secret, like a vow. But for now, he’d let the words linger, let the hunger in his touch say what his pride wouldn’t.

[angelus-cadens]

@ordinarycass3 send ‘ 😏 ’   and my muse will honestly answer the following q’s: 

How physically attracted they are to your muse? he is extremely attracted to Lei

How romantically attracted they are to your muse? same as above

How often they would like to have sex with yours? at least once a day

Where they would most likely have sex with yours? bed stays the best place according to him, but really he's open to anywhere else

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed? he knows she's great 😏

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex? he actually doesn't really care about that

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course ) threesome, breath play & edge play

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. ) every kind? but quickie, he wouldn't say no

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. ) typical couple

[angelus-cadens]

@cardigansandearlgrey asked: ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜

Asriel just… stood there, staring at him. His breath caught — not from shock, but from the way something in him broke open. Something he hadn’t let himself feel in a long time. He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, until there was barely space between them. His hand rose, fingers brushing against Q’s jaw, grounding himself in the reality of him.

"You have no idea what that means to me," Asriel said quietly, voice low, nearly trembling. "But if you're mine…" He leaned in, forehead resting against Q’s. His next words were a breath. "Then gods help anyone who tries to take you from me."

[angelus-cadens]

@macabrec0uture sent “You can’t make me feel like Papi can”

Asriel simply raised an eyebrow at the fledgling, trying to appear unimpressed, though deep down he was masking the jealousy that bubbled within him. He hated feeling that way—especially now, here, with Axel. It wasn't a competition; he knew that. He knew their bond was completely different from the one Axel shared with the other man. But he couldn't help it. "Great. Maybe you should go see him then." The words left his lips more bitter than he'd intended. He wasn't a good liar, and more often than not, he let his feelings control him.

[angelus-cadens]

@cardigansandearlgrey sent [ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

Asriel's breath hitched as he pressed Q back against the wall, the space between them practically vibrating with tension. Their mouths collided again, hungry and unrelenting, Asriel's hands curling into Q’s shirt like he might unravel without the touch. With a low growl, he deepened the kiss, his hips rolling forward in a slow, deliberate grind that drew a gasp from between Q’s lips.

He took that moment—sharp and electric—to bite down gently on Q’s bottom lip, not enough to hurt, but enough to claim. His eyes flickered open, inches away from Q’s, dark and burning. “You drive me insane,” he whispered against Q’s mouth, voice thick with want, “and I think you know it.”