#deceivor

[ryoshan]

        a long, low whistle rings out from the cage under which charlie sits cross-legged in the dirt. they must do this to intimidate the prisoners, why else would you keep sparring dummies right next to where innocent (at least in her case) captives sit? and with her own rifle just a few inches out of grasp. 

        “that’s some pretty sweet slicing you got there, never seen weapons like yours before.” is it possible to look casual when you’re covered in dirt and have your hands tied behind your back? charlie’s trying, at least. “you design ‘em yourself?”

i do not at this moment know why charlie’s a branwen prisoner but we’ll work that out when we come to it ok? ok | @deceivor

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NO YOU

[ryoshan]

        “coo-ee!” ilia calls, not a second before she darts from one tree to the next. it’s an unfair little game, one that vernal can’t hope to win no matter how skilled a hunter she is. in the dim light of evening, the best time to catch some of the more nocturnal beasts that roam the woods outside the bandit camp, ilia’s nigh undetectable. she watches vernal spin around, doesn’t catch the way her eyes follow the sound of her feet through crispy leaves. “told ya you’d struggle to play hide and seek with me.” 

        ilia falls silent, and darts towards another tree. 

pride cometh / @deceivor / starter call. 

[tadmean-a]

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        ‘no, no, i,’ coco starts, then stops, mouth hanging open like she’s abandoned it mid sentence, realization coming over her. suddenly vernal is right there, having just recently punched her dickweed of a father in the face—something she’s always dreamed about but never had the courage to say aloud, much less ask of anyone—and now she’s asking if coco’s okay, if she needs anything, as if it actually matters. like a punch in the gut, it hits her: vernal really cares. it’s a revelation that comes over coco in a wave...right before the tsunami of guilt. here she was all this time, trying to take advantage, to be a flirt, while vernal was only trying to be a good person and fucking help. god. with that knowledge, it’s hard not to be sickened with herself for even trying (why would she want you?).

      shifting away from vernal, coco takes in their room, starting to sit on the edge of the bed, then changing her mind and choosing to perch on the nearby low table instead. a sigh, her hands sweeping over her face. then she looks up at vernal (can’t help but smile, just a little bit). 

     ‘i guess i’m just...surprised. he’s always been so high and mighty. no one i knew would ever dare.’ she shakes her head. ‘too easy for him to ruin your social life and ostracize you from society forever if you even said the wrong thing. but you...’ coco stares at vernal for a moment, then shakes her head again with a small laugh, somewhat incredulous at their situation, at her.

    ‘i guess all he needed was someone who didn’t give a shit about any of that,’ she eventually says, unable to stop herself from smiling when she says it (replace he with i and it’s the same sentiment). ‘i. thank you, vernal. seriously. i honestly don’t know...’ just spit it out! except, wait, don’t, because she’s way too good for you and you’ll fuck it up. still, say something, anything, she’s your rescuer, for fuck’s sake. 

                 ‘...i don’t know where i’d be without someone like you at my back.’

[nowdefy-moved]

@deceivor  said  :    vernal's distracted by weiss's velvet-soft thighs, eagerly placing hot kisses onto them like unmarked territory as she sinks down to her final position. with her head between weiss's legs, callous hand slips into ( soaked ) silk underwear to move it aside. vernal hovers over weiss's heat, breathing cautiously onto it before looking back up at her lover with smug expression. "tell me how bad you want me, babygirl," she mumbles, lips inching closer ( but never touching ) as she lies in wait.

enter  the  lion ‘ s  den.

      always  the  tease  faux  spring  is  ,  even  after  all  this  time  &.  after  all  the  moments  weiss  has  practically  begged  for  vernal ‘ s  touch  to  sweep  her  away  into  unadulterated  bliss.  hope  for  mercy  lurks  the  deepest  parts  of  schnee  runaway ‘ s  mind  ,  something  wanting  ,  impatient  ,  spoiled  ;  perhaps  if  she  looked  into  this  daring  pools  of  crystalline  blue  long  enough  ,  vernal ‘ s  indomitable  will  would  crumble  like  a  sand  tower  &.  she ‘ d  finally  give  into  weiss’  desires  ,  but  if  there  is  one  thing  she  knows  about  her  beloved  ,  it ‘ s  that  backing  down  from  a  challenge  is  completely  unknown  &.  unheard  of  to  her.  she ‘ s  broken  these  walls  of  impenetrable  ice  before  ,  so  what  makes  now  so  different  ?  pointed  enamel  nibbles  on  fat  of  lower  lip  ,  body  moving  in  perfect  unison  with  the  bandit ‘ s  ,  strong  hands  on  her  a  stroke  of  bliss  so  powerful  weiss  feels  as  though  she  may  faint  where  she  stands  &.  in  a  way  ,  she  does.  petite  form  falls  ‘ gainst  hotel  bed  &.  she  shimmies  upwards  so  crown  of  ashen  strands  may  splay  out  across  pillows.  wan  digits  lift  up  skirt  of  dress  ,  legs  spreading  &.  burst  of  crimson  flush  blossoming  over  apples  of  snow  white  cheeks.  this  is  so  embarrassing  ,  she  thinks.  for  a  girl  whose  entire  kingdom  is  built  ‘ pon  rebellion  ,  she  seems  to  be  conforming  to  this  intruder ‘ s  ways  without  much  of  a  fight  at  all.  perhaps  she  wants  to  be  taken  ;  whisked  away  &.  mind  turned  to  slush  as  vernal  has  always  intended  for  her.

      ❛   v  -  vernal  --  ❜   whimpers  girl  of  proud  ice  &.  steel  ,  tonality  honeyed  &.  oozing  with  naught  but  want  ,  want  ,  want.  take  me  again  ,  make  me  yours.  hot  breath  unto  wet  slit  prompts  a  fullbody  shudder  ,  hairs  on  arms  &.  neck  standing  as  pinpricks  ,  head  grinding  into  plush  of  pillows  as  the  rest  of  her  writhes  &.  wriggles  against  sheets.  if  she ‘ s  already  this  gone  without  vernal  even  really  touching  her  yet  ,  who  knows  how  hard  her  ultimate  descent  will  be  when  curious  fingers  curl  into  her  just  right.   ❛   please  ,  i  --  i  can ‘ t  take  anymore.   ❜   just  a  little  closer  ;  you ‘ re  almost  there.  heavy  rise  &.  fall  of  chest  ,  open  mouthed  pants  that  come  out  both  hitched  &.  sharp  ,  hands  with  little  to  do  drifting  down  so  fingers  may  tug  at  mocha  tufts.  soon  is  eye  contact  made  ,  soon  shall  heart  guarded  behind  ivory  cage  of  ribs  break  into  a  full  sprint  ,  so  -  much  -  so  that  weiss  can  feel  &.  hear  the  the  way  it  thump  ,  thump  ,  thumps  away  without  a  single  care  in  the  world.  this  is  madness  ,  but  in  the  best  way  possible  despite  dust  darling ‘ s  clear  disadvantage.  ‘  tell  me  how  bad  you  want  me  ‘  ,  vernal  says  ,  followed  by  that  sickly  sweet  petname  lighting  icy  veins  alight  with  pleasure.  gulp.

      ❛   so  badly  it  hurts.    ❜

[nowdefy-moved]

      ❛   no.  i  don ‘ t  want  to  hear  it.  ❜   weiss  already  knows  how  heavy  protest  is  lingering  ‘ pon  vernal ‘ s  tongue  ,  &.  with  such  a  sharp  snap  of  frosty  tonality  ,  she ‘ s  quick  to  snuff  the  flames  without  so  much  as  a  seconds  thought.   ❛   if  you ‘ re  going  to  be  in  atlas  with  us  ,  you  need  better  &.  warmer  clothes.  you ‘ ll  freeze  to  death  otherwise.   ❜   &.  there  she  goes  ,  looping  arm  ‘ round  the  bandit ‘ s  &.  dragging  her  off  to  the  nearest  store.

@deceivor​   +   starter  call.  

[nowdefy-moved]

@deceivor said      :      hugs weiss tight !!!!!!

unprompted  gay.

      there ‘ s  always  an  unshakable  emptiness  lingering  within  sanctum  of  marble  heart  ‘ pon  vernal ‘ s  absences.  it ‘ s  to  be  expected  ;  she  ,  the  member  of  a  tribe  with  duties  &.  loyalties  woven  perfectly  for  raven  branwen  ,  would  never  stray  too  far  from  the  wilds  in  her  soul   &.   weiss  knows  that  all  too  well  ,  but  that  doesn ‘ t  make  times  like  this  hurt  any  less.   so  do  forgive  her  for  the  non  -  ladylike  pout  now  crossing  expressionism.  dancer  build  hunches  o ‘ er  atlas  cafe  table  ,  elbows  propped  up  on  table  top  ,  chin  being  cradled  by  ivory  carved  hands  whilst  saddened  baby  blues  gaze  absently  into  coffee  cup  ahead  of  them.  how  does  the  phrase  go    ?    if  you  love  something  ,    set  it  free  &.  if  it  comes  back  ,  it ‘ s  yours    ?   ah  ,  right.   lioness  would  never  outright  admit  that  one  syllable  word  to  vernal ‘ s  face  ,  whether  out  of  fear  or  some  form  of  childish  shyness  ,  but  she  knows  it ‘ s  there.   &.  maybe  that  is  what  ultimately  brings  vernal  back  to  her  in  the  end.

      truthfully  ,  prior  to  being  scooped  up  like  some  precious  prize  ,  weiss  is  standing  &.  readying  to  take  her  leave  back  to  motel  room   ,   but  the  shift  of  her  stance  &.  familiarity  of  bandit ‘ s  weight  along  her  back  prompts  her  otherwise.   excitement  slathered  on  tongue  ,  girlish  laughter  chirping  betwixt  cherry  soda  lips   before  spinning  ‘ round  in  the  taller ‘ s  grasp  so  slender  arms  may  coil  tight  ,  tight  ,  tight  around  faux  spring ‘ s  waist.   you  really  did  come  back  to  me.    ❛   vernal  !   ❜   weiss  says  ,  beloved ‘ s  name  coated  in  sweetest  of  honeyed  tonality.    ❛   i ‘ d  ask  how  you  managed  to  bypass  the  borders  ,  but  something  tells  me  it  was  easy  for  you.   ❜   kiss  pressed  to  sun  -  kissed  cheek  ,  leaving  an  imprint of  her  lipstick.    ❛   i  missed  you  so  much.   ❜   sneak  away  from  them  more  often.