#cyneris

[sculptambitio]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'LL BREAK THAT FINGER—!!!! I FUCKING SWEAR !!!!!!!!!!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRY POKING MY ASS NEXT TIME I FUCKING DARE YOU!!!! ......—GODDAMNIT!!!!!

[darabeatha]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ STOP that N O W. ❞

[sungracd]

@cyneris said : " REST. " / i am politely sliding this in 🥹🫶 | for the sender to sit beside the receiver and rest their head in the receiver's lap without explanation.

on a particularly sunny day , adrian has decided to claim the base of a particularly giant tree for the afternoon. with a blanket laid out , a small pile of books and papers set on one side and a small basket of treats on the other , it would seem they were prepared to stay a while. and apparently unprepared for company when it suddenly prances its way over , bright red hair , radiant smile and all. though unprepared as they may be , the angel is far from unwelcoming , even when esra's hand is promptly swatted away from reaching for the basket.

“ those are for the cute little animals that come to visit. ” squirrels , birds , any little creatures that happen to cross their path today. so there isn't much to offer to begin with. “ had i known you'd be coming as well i would've packed more human foods. maybe even turn this into a nice little picnic for two. ”

as esra shifts from being seated beside them to stretching out across their lap , adrian smiles , endeared by the gesture. the ease and familiarity of being in one another's presence. soon a hand reaches down to brush the top of his head with the same affection as one might a darling pet.

“ then again , there are times when i'm not sure which you remind me of more: a mischievous little cat or a sneaky little snake. ”

[holyscorch-a]

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning. / hmmmm for taiyou ! :>

--- ( p. ) / accepting.

" oya oya .... is this a new game ? " a bold inquiry when the knife pressed against his neck was all too close to breaking skin-- close enough to slit his throat with a swift motion of his wrist. yet taiyou's smile never wavered, even a moment ago right before esra is suddenly warning him behind this swift threat of his blade. his back is to the wall, pinned with a lack of any room to muster any method of escape without letting himself bleed. AH, BUT ISN'T THAT THE BEST PART ? that look of anger on his face when it's usually so composed with carefree smiles and exuberance -- he must have really struck a nerve this time.

taiyou's hand reaches up to wrap it around esra's wrist, tightly -- but making no motion to force it away. if anything, he simply keeps his hand where it is; pressing the knife right against his neck, threatening to break skin. making sure esra doesn't make any movement to back away or go back on his warning. a thin trail of blood manages to break out as taiyou suddenly leans forward, smiling down at him with welcoming eyes as he chuckles under his breath. he still makes sure the knife is pressed right against his neck-- almost as if tempting esra to do what he's threatening to do.

" come now .... why the teasing ? let's just skip to the good part and do what you want to do. you have a lot to say, right ? then tell me everything ... not just with your words. "

[oldestking]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDENIED. ㅤㅤNONE OF YOU ARE MARRYING ESRA .

[chuchuscoolhat]

@cyneris replied ; k words fyodor 😳

❝ Mhm.... I see. You've decided to go with a more subtle one this time. ❞ He speaks calmly as he takes a sip from his wine ❝ If only you had used that liquid, I could have almost said that you've started becoming more lenient with each attempt.―❞

A sweet taste...

❝ Although not to forget that, of course.❞ and leisurely he lightly traces his thumb over Esra's bottom lip. The hints of a sweet scent still barely lingering on Esra's lips after the kiss was exchanged.

❝ But it's quite the contrary. You seem much more eager today. Taking both senses of the word in two different mediums? How greedy. It seems you must be truly delighted about my visit ❞

[drakonica]

“ oh, that? ” ikrienia turns the lilac of her irises skyward, a mixture of embarrassment and regret taking her features. regardless, she smiles, the pointed ends of her teeth gleaming beneath the dim glow of dying lanterns. “ Dragonslayer is the highest rank you can obtain in the guild — and because we no longer hunt such beings for sport, I am sometimes called the last Dragonslayer. ” / @cyneris​ sc. 

[sculptambitio]

beloved ????

ㅤㅤ❝ Esra ..... ❞ He tastes his name once again. It feels like chewy bubblegum. The type you simply can't seem to rub off your feet no matter how much you scrub grass against it. ❝ Shut the hell up. Don't go all 'beloved' at me. We're not even friends. ❞