#elemirxtayena

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Bliss is one word and it is your name...

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Блаженство је једна реч и оно носи твоје име...

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OC Ship Tag - Elemir & Tayena

Generally almost complete opposites except for horny levels lol.

N*SFW edition under the cut 💦

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4. LOVESICK SMOOCH 💋

If anyone is lovesick, it’s my boy, Elemir.

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Elemir has some... special way of speaking. Not in the selection of words he is using for they are neither refined nor scholarly. He's skillful in melodies, in tones and accents, in breaths and pauses of his sentences. There is far more meaning between than within Elemir's words themselves. That way, his compliments are coated in honey - I can almost feel them on tip of my tongue. 

And I always crave for more.

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Howl of the Blood - excerpt 5/∞

๑ Where we learn why Tayena reads romance novels and just how suave Elemir is ( spoiler: a lot ;) ๑

   I know what would have happened if I didn’t stop him - and, deep down, I know that was my inner desire, too.    To feel his lips on mine.    Ever since I became an adult, my sisterly emotions toward Elemir transmuted into something more vehement and uncertain.    My mother offered me some explanation and comfort, but warned me not to explore my feelings any further. She was the one who introduced me to romance novels.    The elegant characters and enchanting chapters that spoke of courting and desire soothed me for a while.    For a short while.    I look up my stretched arm, into Elemirs dark eyes hidden behind droopy eyelids, suddenly very aware of him. Every part of him.    Fuck.    Elemir doesn’t look fazed at all; he takes my hand gently pulling it away from his mouth, not breaking eye contact with me even for a second.    Elemir "I will say something now..."    To the Nav with you!    Tayena "No."    Elemir "And you will probably want to kill me."    Tayena "I will kill you!"    Elemir "So be it! I will accept Morana's embrace like my mother's. One more sentence, please, and then I'll leave."    Not a good idea.    Tayena "..."    But I stay silent.    Elemir leans his head closer, still holding my hand in his, and a husky whisper tickles my ear.    Elemir "I swear to you under the Hrs' fair gaze, one morning, before we die, I will see your face on the pillow next to mine."

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elemir + tayena against a random enemy

tayena: *kicks ass as usual*

elemir: get behind me. i'll protect you

tayena: lol. no.

elemir: you stubborn woman

tayena: you chauvinistic prick

*start to fight each other*

*almost get caught*

*beat enemy asses*

*continue to fight*

*make out after*

repeat

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Hide-And-Don’t Seek

[Elemir’s POV]

[It’s Tajena’s 16th birthday, and Elemir witnesses one not so happy occasion]

CW: angst and parental abuse

Elemir has been looking for Tajena for quite some time, checking every unlocked room in Volkobran. She was suspiciously good at hide-and-seek. Even in a dress, she always outran him and got to the safe place before him, beaming victoriously.

Truth be told, the thirteen-year-old boy had grown tired of this game years ago, but Tajena begged him to play with her. Even though slightly frustrated because of his losing streak, he has never played this game with her and it was kinda adorable to see Tajena so excited and carefree. Not to mention how… unusual she looked today.

Today was her sixteenth birthday and that required a special celebration. Never before has Elemir seen Tajena in a dress or displaying jewelry. Not to mention that she always wore her hair tied in buns – seeing her fiery red hair braided down her shoulder and adorned with flowers completely shocked him. He has never seen her acting so… girly and gleeful before.

“Tajena!”

That’s why he didn’t complain even though he really didn’t want to play any games. Seeing Tajena’s jubilation and mirth that she so rarely expressed made him smile.

“Tajena, I see you, come out! You are it!”

He couldn’t see her anywhere, especially not in a pitch-dark room. But his man’s pride was put to the test and now he was lying in desperate attempt to preserve that little dignity he has left.

Silence.

This trick never works!

“—that’s why!”

A distant yelling wasn’t an unusual thing to hear in a castle full of people, but this voice was very familiar to Elemir.

Overpowered by curiosity, he got closer and took a glimpse of two people fighting in a large niche. One of them, a large figure with grey hair and rich garments, was knez Belad. In front of him, facing Elemir, was Tajena, her eyes red from crying and face distorted in utmost sadness.

“I know, father, I am sorry! Please! Don’t be mad at me!” Her sobbing was excruciating to hear and look at. Yet her father did nothing to comfort her.

“This is the last time you express such childish behaviour.” His voice was colder then the howling of the winter winds, “I don’t want to see you in a dress or your hair full of trinkets ever again.”

The horror in Tajena’s eyes was so intense that Elemir thought she saw a ghost or her own doom right in front of her.

“Father, please! I will be disciplined! I will be dignified! Just let me wear dresses. Please! Look at me - am I not pretty, daddy? Am I not your lovely daughter?”

And at that moment, looking at her broken smile and forlorn hope in her eyes, Elemir saw her as a beautiful woman she was for the first time. But, at the same time, the grief and desperation he witnessed, made him shiver.  And he knew he didn’t want to see that expression on her face ever again.

He truly believed knez will finally break down and lovingly hug his daughter, agreeing to whatever her darling heart desired… But that didn’t happen.

Instead, knez grabbed Tajena’s face, pressing his thumb on her cheek while other four fingers were hurting the delicate skin of her jaw and neck. Tajena whimpered like a kitten, and Elemir’s chest throbbed from pain as if pierced with a cold knife.

“You are my heir.” The dreadful sound coming from knez Belad’s throat sounded like nothing a living person could form. “You are the only heir of the Viogor family. You are the blood that flows through your veins. Your heart is Viogor family’s heart. You are our face, our future. Every breath you take is the breath of your ancestors. Everything you do is for our family. You have to embrace your duty as a firstborn child. You have to be strong - stronger than anyone else.”

Tajena’s expression slowly became solemn but her tears still quietly glided down like two streams made of misery. Finally, her father released her face and stroked her cheek, gently cupping her face. Tajena smiled to her father, but Elemir didn’t like that smile.

Knez left and disappeared like a shadow, but Tajena remained in the niche. A weak light from a lonely torch illuminated her bruised face.

After seeing dark red marks on her pale skin, as if her father’s fingers burned her, Elemir gasped in shock. Tajena heard him and her silver eyes locked with his.

For a moment it seemed she would break down again, that warm tears will flow once more, that she will run to Elemir and ask for help… But her face hardened, her eyes lost their wet shine and there was nothing else left.

She turned away from him and followed her father’s footsteps, quiet and poised like a lonely doe.