#fawnedat

[w4ntd]

𝐸𝐿𝒜𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐸𝒩𝒯 [ TXT ] : i'm only texting you because i'm drunk.

[ sms / @fawnedat ] i'm honored that i'm taking up your thoughts [ sms / doe eyes ] what kind of drunk thoughts are you having about me? be detailed

[movedarchived]

  ᯓ ✈︎   KLAUSTAGRAM ⤷ FAVOURITE VIEWS FROM ITALY

@fawnedat

[flamesofday]

Continued from x @fawnedat

He should never underestimate his mate, who had a similar flicker of fire in her own blood as he did. Lucien released a groan the moment her hips rolled into his, momentarily throwing him off kilter. His palm grasped onto her thigh, swiftly lifting her other leg as he settled her legs around his waist. "Yes" He sounded frantic, breathless as he tumbled both of them down onto his bed. She looked stunning, lying beneath him with that look in her eyes. Lucien kissed her again, pressing her firmly against his chest as his mouth moved. He wanted more of her, needed more of her.

Lucien dragged his mouth down the column of her throat where his kisses turned into gentle nips at her soft skin. His tongue soothed over the marks, taking care to give reprieve from one side to switch to the other. Lucien groaned as he pulled back, feeling as if every inch of his body was on fire. Elain had set something ablaze in him that he couldn't drench, couldn't contain. "Elain" His voice was rough, strained as he realized just the effect Elain's stunt had on him. Lucien drew back enough to look down at her, the golden thread between them humming with impatient demands. "Tell me what you want"

[immortalhe]

@fawnedat sent, "why did it have to be you?"

it has been years since he had seen her. years. it is more like decades if kol had to admit it. he remember their first encounters like it was yesterday. well, with him as an immortal, just couldn't help but remember every encounters he had. and elain was hard to forget. the three of them were hard to forget.

the archeron sisters were a family he had loved to observe. they were loyal to each other. not that part of his family wasn't loyal to him. if almost all of them hadn't betrayed him at least once. he admired their bound. admired their banter.

and he loved being a troublemaker to her.

just like now. a smirk appears as he turn the bourbon he had in his glass while he faint a hurtful groans at her words. " darling. you wound me. and here i thought you would be happy to see an old friends again. what changed? does my charm isn't working anymore? " he ask as he strode toward her while he move a hair out of her face and put it behind her ear. " still magnificient. "

[divinityblooming]

▇▇▇ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪   ... ( @fawnedat) as elain ! ⊹     ˚˖⋆｡  " drunken kiss that neither of them can stop thinking about "

jasper whitlock thinks of pink lips pressed against his, of wandering fingers playing underneath the hem of her dress, of the smell of alcohol mingled with jasmine and the taste of honey on her tongue. thinks of her body pressed against his, of pulling her closer, closer, and closer even with no room left between them. his memory feels more like he's remembering the scene through someone else's eyes, but it was real, he assures himself.

he runs a thumb over his bottom lip, eyes falling half-shut. he's unsure if elain remembers it, given how much they'd both drank by the fire the night before. was completely unsure of the way elain might feel about the situation entirely. it'd taken bourbon to give him the courage, but thoughts of her lips, of his hands tangling in her hair and clinging to her hips had plagued him since he met her. he remembered telling her that he had, in fact, wanted to do that for a while. he stands from his seat on the porch and begins to make his way to elain's house, determined. it takes him several tries. stops, walks back to his porch, and restarts before he's finally standing outside. he makes no move for the door, only stands on the edge of the worn path, staring up.

[griefseason]

𝔭.   ▐    ⊰    '    ( elain )  pulls  ( lucien )  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

surprise  touches  the  foxes  face  as  he  stands  there  ,  unmoving  &*  hesitant  ,  as  if  he'd  scare  the  doe  straight  away.        he's  unsure  how  to  respond  –  unsure  of  her  intentions  ;  her  thoughts.         he  doesn't  want  @fawnedat  to  think  it  is  unwelcome  –  can't  bear  the  idea  of  her  feeling  rejected  by  him.        so  he  rests  his  hands  first  on  her  waist  ,  &*  then  slowly  allows  his  arms  to  encircle  her.        thread  pulls  taut  ,  bidding  him  forward.        she  is  warmth  &*  sunlight  ,  fragile  between  his  hands.        once  his  nose  tucks  against  the  side  of  her  head  &*  the  smell  of  spring  –  of  home  –  washes  over  him  ,  he  doesn't  restrain  himself  further  ;  he  draws  her  close  ,  bending  her  lithe  form  to  his  lean  one.        

❛    ELAIN    …      ?    ❜       quiet  ,  just  above  delicately  pointed  ear.      he  speaks  her  name  so  softly  ,  as  if  any  speaking  will  break  the  moment.        his  eyes  shutter  ,  sadness  touching  his  face  far  more  than  any  other  emotion  –  he  does  not  get  afforded  closeness  to  her  often.        with  that  thought  ,  he  hugs  her  a  bit  firmer.        ❛    it's  alright.   ❜       gentle  &*  assuring.     a  steady  rock  amongst  a  stream.     

[hopesguard]

❛    that  is  𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆  a  dress  ,  my  lady.   ❜        a  grin  is  bright  on  chaol's  lips  as  he  moves  to  greet  @fawnedat  there  at  the  entrance  to  the  ballroom.      he  is  not  yet  captain  of  the  guard  ,  so  he  abandons  no  station  to  meet  her  here.       dorian  certainly  understands  when  chaol  leaves  his  side  to  go  speak  to  her.       chaol  spends  so  little  time  with  women  –  dorian  isn't  going  to  hold  him  back.       elain  is  always  chaol's  first  choice  to  seek  out  at  these  stuffy  events.        ❛    you  look  stunning.   ❜

[unseencne]

@fawnedat ⇢ ( elain. ) liked for a small thing.

there she stood before his crimson eyes. the copy of his former wife, persephone. she even smelled like her. such scent made the god feel dizzy, lost to that feeling again. his heart confused by scent and image. this could only be a trick made on his own mind. ❝ i am sorry. i did not meant to stare. you just remind me of someone. ❞