#ertes

[alanide-arts]

Huevember 2021!

[ferranhumor]

Medidas extraordinarias

[devoraakss]

Lucio isn't too good at showing affection, so Aveana decided to flirt around court (very obvious flirting) to make him jealous. And naturally it works

She could feel his eyes on her from across the ballroom, burning into her skin as she danced. She suspected his gaze was meant for the man who currently had his hands on her waist, his gaze wandering a bit too low than she would usually allow… but the dress that she was adorned in was more revealing than she would usually allow as well. Her plan was working. Lucio had been ignoring her, or at least it seemed that way. She hadn’t talked to him in weeks, let alone touched him, even passing glances in the hallways were scarce. Aveana didn’t consider herself jealous… but she couldn’t help but think he had gotten bored with her, that there was someone else he had found to bide his time with. So Aveana did away with her modesty for the night. She put on the scandalous royal purple dress Nadia had gifted her, she glamoured her scars away, she actually bothered to brush her hair. His eyes had been on her the entire night and yet she had paid him no mind, opting instead to indulge in the young men who seemed as enthralled with her as the Count was. She didn’t bother to hide her flirting, the soft chuckles, the gentle brushes of her hand over their arm. It didn’t take long for Lucio’s gaze to go from hungry to burning with jealousy. Lucio could turn the entire ballroom’s attention to him if he wanted, and yet the entire party he had been silent, only occasionally speaking to Nadia, or one of the council members. When the music stops and Aveana slips away from her enamored dance partner, she finds herself pulled from the ballroom into a deserted hallway, Lucio’s metal hand around her waist as he leads her from the crowded room. “I don’t believe I’ve had the chance to tell you how absolutely ravishing you look.” His voice is carefully even, but his silver eyes betray the boiling jealousy that’s just simmering beneath the surface. “No, i don’t think you have.” Aveana muses, playing ignorance as she looks up at him. “You’ve barely spoken a word all night.” “How observant of you.” Lucio says flatly, tugging her into the library. He doesn’t even let the doors shut behind them before he pushes her up against the wall, growling in her ear. “What game are you playing at, little bird?” Aveana arches a brow, her gaze shifting to meet his. “Game? my lord, i have no idea what you mean.” “Cut the act, Veana. You’ve been flirting all night.” Lucio’s voice is a deep snarl, his hands shifting to grab her hips tightly, his good hand roaming up the slit in her dress, dragging over her bare thighs. Aveana laughs softly, pleased that she was able to drag such a reaction from him. “Are you jealous?” Lucio glares at her, leaning closer to drag his lips over the skin of her neck. “I don’t want anyone but me touching you. they don’t deserve to see you, let alone lay their filthy hands on you.” Aveana shivers, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as he speaks. “maybe i wouldn’t resort to such things if you weren’t so fucking distant.” Lucio pulls back slightly, a brow arched in confusion. “I’ve been distant.” Aveana does roll her eyes this time. “Yes, distant. Lucio, you’ve hardly touched me in weeks.” Lucio is quiet for a few brief seconds before he smiles, a smug grin that makes her cheeks burn, and the laugh that follows makes her even more mad. “Oh, my darling little bird, are you jealous?” Lucio coos, lifting a hand to her chin and tilting her face up. “Did you think i was tired of you?” Aveana tears her gaze from his, brows drawing together as a scowl settles over her features, the flush on her cheeks making her freckles stand out. That was exactly what she thought. When she offers no answer, Lucio sighs, clicking his tongue. “Well, now that simply won’t do…” he murmurs, picking her up and setting her on the desk nearest them. He kneel down before her, pushing her dress up and dragging his lips over her bare skin. he looks up at her, a shit eating grin on his face. “I suppose i’ll have to make it up to you.” 

[alanide-arts]

Once-

-there were two divine maidens who ruled and watched over earth.

Eve, Maiden of White, who brought life and peace to her creations.

And Lilith, Maiden of Red, who brought balance to all.

And from their guiding hands, they created the first humans, and allowed them to bask in their creations under their watchful gaze.

But, despite the peace and prosperity, Lilith, out of selfishness and dissatisfaction, decided that Eve’s creations weren’t enough.

And gave humanity the curse of forbidden knowledge—raw and unbridled.

From the knowledge of the gods, came fear.

Greed.

Anger.

Betrayal.

Then, the first murder.

Then came vengeance. Discord. Chaos.

And from chaos, the first of Lilith’s disciples, whose sole purpose was to spread the Red Maiden’s unholy doctrine until humanity’s end.

Eve, deciding to put a stop to what madness Lilith has brought to the world, created the Apocalypse--beings of divinity who purged the world of chaos the Maiden of Red has wrought.

And by their side, the Seven Archangels—sworn heavenly knights and divine protectors of the gods.

Drained of her capabilities, Eve went into a long hibernation to restore her power. But before she left, she blessed one of her faithful followers with divine blood.

Thus, a holy bloodline of mortals sprung forth, tasked to watch over the Apocalypse-

-sealing them away when the world is purged-

-and letting them reign again whenever Lilith’s poison suffocated the Earth once more.

When Eve had disappeared, Lilith sought the opportunity and brought life to a mighty warrior—

A seraph. An unholy harbinger of death, and the archangels’ demise incarnate.

For every apocalypse that took place, Lilith and her so-called champion struck down an archangel.

And after their heinous acts, they hide like the shameless cowards they are, waiting for the next opportunity to strike again.

Seven turned to five. Five, to four. Four to two.

Now, the last ones stand guard, unyielding and loyal, waiting until it is time to purge again.

[alanide-arts]

Of molten earth The gentle rage, the angry storm War, He follows

[devoraakss]

Drunk Lucio *lenny face*

He sings broadway tunes, standing up on the table and belting his heart out. he could break glass with his voice.He insists on stripping so by the time he finally passes out he’s barely wearing anything. 

[carabanchelnet]

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[jm-casero]

Prórroga ertes hasta 31 de marzo.

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