#desiren

[amacruor]

❝    must you insist on  inflicting  yourself upon me every time you have nothing better to do  ?  ”  eyes roll , but in truth he is rather fond of his present company . finally one who seems to understand him , he finds evelynn’s presence in his life  tolerable  in comparison to others who bore him with their meaningless existence .  “  does everyone tire of you so easily that you seek  me  out to give you what you so desperately crave  ?  ”

@desiren​

[umbane]

hi kayn :) smash or pass >:)

smash or pass !

A strange transformation comes over him when Evelynn's name is mentioned. He's already sung Ahri's praises, but Evelynn has a very different charm. Forget smash — Kayn would do anything under the sun that she asked him to. She has that effect on everyone, he thinks, but it's particularly potent with Kayn. He knows the kinds of things she wants to do to him, and it's almost frightening how much he wants to experience it all.

Kayn wants to climb to the top of the industry. no matter how many bodies he has to step on to get there, but Evelynn makes him want to be the lowest of the low. She makes him want to fall to his knees in hopes that she'll grace him with so much as a touch.

No jokes come to mind, no taunts. His chin tucks slightly towards his chest, his eyes angling up. It's not easy to get Kayn to look cowed, but he does. He's awed by her. Enticed. Bewitched. It's all he can do to answer the question, simple as it is. He swallows, like he's nervous. She doesn't even need to ask — the answer is simple. "Smash."

[umbane]

she's twirling a lock of moonlit lavender around a daggered fingertip as she ponders him in silence, thoughtful with lips barely parted and eyes half-lidded. evelynn sticks her heart-shaped, cherry flavored, lollipop back in her mouth for a moment before pulling it back out and dangling it between her fingers. her other hand unravels her hair and falls to the cutting edge of her hips, and gives him a sharp, wicked grin. "so, i heard you've got a big 'ol band now."

He cannot put into words the way she intoxicates him without lifting a finger. There's something in the way Evelynn looks at him like he's something to eat, like she could kill him if he didn't entertain her so, that makes Kayn's knees weak in a way he would never admit. His one uncovered eye follows the movements of her lollipop, then follows her claws down to the shape of her hip, like it's a script she's written out that he's just obediently following.

Though Kayn knows that this moment calls for ego, for preening and bragging in a way he's normally so good at, he finds his throat tight when she grins at him like that, and it takes a moment for him to gather what remains of his voice. "Is it any surprise?" He grins, obviously proud of himself despite the way she's turning his limbs to water. "I'm irresistible. It was only a matter of time before someone took notice. I won't be buried like some has-been."

[umbane]

a finely manicured claw descends to tap against her leather clad thighs as she peers up at him. her lashers don't find a moment to sit still, swaying ever so rhythmically. she hasn't bothered to place them within a shroud - this is the vast expanse of space of strangely unique beings, and most believe them to be a prop, regardless. "the dollhouse you've given us is quite exquisite. what does a girl have to do to satiate her other desires, though, mm?" she is /itching/ for blood.

There is something violent about her that entrances him. About them all, really, but Evelynn wears it more plainly than the others. Kayn has not yet shown them the depths of his own violence, but there’s only so much that one predator can hide from another. He arches an eyebrow at the request, and Rhaast chuckles in the back of his mind. OHHH, I LIKE THIS ONE. Something itches at the base of Kayn’s spine — a desire, a hope, and the corners of his lips pull up, sharp, interested.

                                                                                      “There are many pleasures aboard this ship,” he murmurs, quiet, as if he is conspiring with her. “I have scoured the galaxies, trawled through them for the best in ... everything. “Music, as you know. Art. And more ... carnal desires.” A pause. He barely blinks as he talks to her, never looks away. “Of course, I only want you to have the absolute best experience aboard my fleet, so...” 

                                                                                         CAN WE KILL SOMETHING TONIGHT, KAYN? IT’S BEEN SO LONG! Though one eye is covered in a thick gold plating, the other loses none of its intensity, none of its intrigue. “Merely say which thirst you wish to slake, and I will make it so, Evelynn.”

[shikaal]

@desiren   ♡

being back home was like a breath of fresh air  ,  if one were to enjoy the musk that hung over kabukicho  .  her fingertips were looped through the belt buckles of her mark as they danced the night away  ,  holding him close to her as her eyes searched for evelynn among the crowd  .  hunting as a pair was not something she had ever considered before joining K/DA  ,  and yet she found the company made the endeavour all the more thrilling  .  upon finding the purple haired succubus across the room  ,  she waited until their eyes locked before mumbling a brief  ,  flirty invitation to leave to her victim  .  any outing that meant eve wouldn’t bring her victim home with her was a welcome one in akali’s eyes  --  if they could dispose of the bodies on the other side of shinjuku  ,  no one would suspect a thing  .