#etharuin

[upperaedirn]

' Saskia, have you ever tried lifting a man after belittling your power? as in, grabbing them by the torso & then benchpressing them with one arm? I believe you'd succeed. '

“Are you asking because you’re afraid that might happen to you or because you’d like to watch me try? Either way, thank you for the vote of confidence.”

[monstriiss]

bih i aint no chicken tenders god damn

BUT!!! 

SHE WANT TO MONCH AND CRONCH!!!??? 

@etharuin

[szarkais]

The image alone itched his hands to pluck the nearest rose & watch as it decorated hair a white so pure, but he refrained, & in its stead allowed himself the ease of a smile to hide his wish behind. ' your hand would not; the lifeforce within you is not so weak as to fall to even the wickedest of my sorcery. ' in emphasis, his palm opened for the other, hand suspended in the air, awaiting.

                   Brightened , illuminate azure observe as he would decline via voice , so it seems  those of frail would fall easily yet those without fragility would not ?   Thickened brows thing of it while he seems the male extend singular hand opened  -  INVITING .   the drow watches in slight interest , a cock of his head whilst he extends his own to place along the males palm - pale ivory , cold to the touch due to his vampyrism .  “   my  hands  are  quite cold ,  I am quite cold  - I hope that does not startle you .  “  it must be amusing , to see Sylas being so soft towards someone that has witnessed so much & to think something cold would be a bother .  

lengthy fingers easily curled around the males own to give a faint squeeze , almost testing it but very satisfied that instead his hand fit well within the necromancers own . nails are pointed , almost claw-like  but  the drow keeps himself at ease .  hands soft , surprisingly not war-torn  - what is WAR-TORN had been the drow’s back  however , secrets shrouding this seemingly charming man . 

[szarkais]

' I would bring you, too, a flower, but I fear their death in my hands. '

                      Those words riddled themselves within the vampire / drow’s pointed ears , he hears how his abbil (trusted)  companion began to speak , voice trickling deeply reminding him of a succulent golden honey - his kindness is genuine .  ivories unintentionally shine through for a brief moment , glowing azure irises rest on familiar face before giving a single nod .  “  It is the thought that counts , is it not ?  Even if you were to of brought me a stem , it would be greeted with the same graciousness that I have at this moment .  “ 

                  Genuine words coming from the arcane trickster . “  I would have also entwined it within my strands - “    Large ponytail , ivory strands slightly unruly but with several silver pieces lingering as a decoration . Should his hair be down , it would go as far as to his waist .   “  does everything truly die in your hands ,  if my hand were in your own , would that decay as well ?  “     A  soft question , the male not removing his features ‘pon the others , the two a grand contrast of one another  ,  inky obsidian & holy ivory .    

[wyrtck-a]

@etharuin​ said: ' Doctor, can you bring back my cold dead heart? ' < slap him regis

" Why would I? "An inquiry finely dressed meant at a strike at humor, head tilting to give his new acquaintance the undivided attention, despite being undecided entirely on the other’s character. Regis, instead, offers a batch of his finely brewed mandrake, “ Care to drink? “

[deaur]

hey dragon boy wanna see my tentacles

“Tentacles, you say? Why, want is a terribly mild way to put it. I’d be thrilled to witness your whole, unveild splendor.”

[dryadalismagicae]

' Show me your mettle. '

“My mettle?” A brow rose, the grip upon his white stave tightening for but a moment in caution. Only recently had the elf gotten a rather beauteous silver blade  added to the bottom should he face any closer contact that he didn’t accept. War and battles were everywhere those days and one would be stupid to not protect themselves from more than one angle, so to speak.“I suggest you not come any closer if your intentions are foul-” 

[deaur]

' You've very beautiful hair. ' :')

“Indeed,” the dragon answered with an easy smile, bright and charming. Idly, he ran his fingers across his temple, pushing a few golden curls behind his ear. Compliments he received plenty, yet he never seemed to tire of hearing them. Even less so when coming from one he regarded as rather impressive. “I could very well same the same about you.”