#hedonisthemomancer

[jerichoswain]

Sketch Portrait Commission of Dark Waters Vladimir, for @hedonisthemomancer

[definitely-not-altair]

obligatory blood bag question

how much I like them (0-10): 9mastery level: 0mastery points: 0favorite skin: DARK WATERS DARK WATERS DARK WATERS HOOOOO BOYworst/weakest skin: Bloodlord dont @ mefavorite quote: All of them? Hes just... just puns. All puns. I love them. if I like to play against this champ: WAVY HAND GESTURE...any ships?: Vlad/Tal, Vlad/LeBlanc, Vlad/A mirror

[thenameoftheblade]

@hedonisthemomancer

The Tithe

Pay the Tithe or face the ocean’s wrath.

The infinity of the sea spread before the assassin, shadowed under the foggy moonlight. The tides hungered, he had been warned. ‘Always keep a golden Kraken in your pocket.’ Or at least something as valuable as one.   

The planks of the wharf creaked under Talon’s greaves, turning his naturally silent steps into an assassin’s mockery. The pier was shabby and narrow, it extended like a needle piercing the dark waters ahead.

He stopped before the end where the tides crashed and wrapped heavily around the wooden poles, at times the foam molded into shapes, drowned silhouettes drifting and dispersing effervescently. He had heard those rumors in the tavern, it was a bad omen. Talon ignored them, his obsession was stronger.

The mist had rolled in, covering his steps, shrouding him like a cocoon, creating a private sanctuary for his wish, a taste of hope at the bottom of his misery. The assassin clutched it in his fist, a black thorned ring, the only answer he had found in his mentor’s study. Whatever General Du Couteau had been following, was bound to that enigmatic piece of Noxian jewelry.

Pay the Tithe and you will be spared.

Talon imagined the sea breeze whispering into his ears, caressing the midnight blue leather of the hood like moonlit hands that pulled it down. His face was revealed, young, shadowed by hunger and death, his eyes had the passionless glint of blood-stained gold.

The fog traced the contours of his features, like the luminiscent fingers of a ghostly of one hand, while the other enclosed around the assassin’s fist.  

“Your offering will not be accepted”. The voice chimed in the fog behind Talon, the warm breath against his neck, private like a secret between lovers. His keen senses did not react, as dull as a blade submerged in the waters.

“That will not stop me,” the assassin retorted as his hand flicked open, casting the ring into the darkness below. It plummeted, distorting the shapes as a trail of ripples was left behind. Nothing. Nothing stirred the sanctity of the night. Just like at the end of every labyrinth, he found that familiar hollow darkness and silence. This time, not even the taunting petals of a black rose.

The assassin clenched his jaw, anger and shame burning within as he glared at the rippling spiral left by the sunken ring. It remained, undulating for an unnaturally long time. The mist glowed, alive, swirling hypnotically in the area where the offering had been cast.

“Nagakabouros can’t grant your wish nor clear your doubts.” Again, a devilish tone in that same smooth and youthful voice. Talon could feel the smile on the unseen lips, this time a caress in his right ear. Once more he didn’t react before the unexplainable company becoming more real with each heartbeat. His gaze was lost in the maelstrom where the ring had disappeared.

“You misunderstand. I don’t need an answer, but the certainty She will not stand in my way. May the Mother Serpent never protect my enemies.” The assassin replied passively, his mind as asleep as honest. “For no one but me has the privilege of silencing the shadows behind the General’s death. Not even a god.”

“You are drowning”. Vladimir chuckled, like a chaotic prince on his throne, cold, amused by that stagnant conviction. The assassin was free and still chose to be shackled, a hound obsessed with his master.

“I am”. Talon admitted, his eyes barely narrowing before the jolt of bitterness sparked by the thought, the glowing mist still reflecting on his gaze, dragging the ideas into its depths.

“Nagakabouros never listens to drowned men.” The fog surrounding the assassin shifted and molded into a humanoid form levitating, weightless above the small vortex in the waters. The sea arced with reverence before that youthfully ageless man, his face a glowing alabaster masterpiece framed in moonlight hair rippling like the tides. The stranger was inhumanly beautiful, an alluring darkness lurked in the hypnotic shade of his eyes.

“Yes, I am drowning,” Talon repeated. Long ago his body had become as dead and cold as the steel of his blades. Now seemingly docile and vulnerable before the untrained eye, but it was a usual state of relaxed awareness capable of drawing a blade in the blink of an eye.

“Such unquenched desire…” Vladimir looked at the assassin from above as he floated gracefully in the mists, superior, divine before that man so lost like a stray child. “Its weight is dragging you down.” There was a condescending yet amused tone. Several moons and tides had passed since his arrogant heart had felt intrigued by a mortal. This was his opportunity to act as an agent of Nagakabouros and pay his own debt. “That is why your hunt is fruitless. I can guide you.”

Those words stirred Talon’s nerves, forcing him to take a step, and another, his hand reaching for the ghost, the gloved fingers eager to touch, explore, that face pale like the moon.

“Indulge me.” Talon almost pleaded.  Vladimir took that hand in his own, the thorned black ring glinted like a mirror in the dark.

Pay.

[askdragonbladetalon]

❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜ // Give me that Dark Water & Trenai goodness. 8)

bitter soulmate starters | still accepting 

 “Really?” Talon gave a flick of his tail, swimming in slow, thoughtful circles under the water’s surface. The bioluminescence from his tail and eyes lit up the water around him, highlighting the ripples that danced over the surface in a light show almost too lovely for human eyes to appreciate.

But then, Vlad wasn’t really human. Not anymore.

“Why aren’t you good at love?” Talon surfaced, water beading up and running off him so that within seconds, the dark grey leather of his skin looked perfectly dry. Only his hair retained the wet look, sleek as oil against his skin. He folded his arms over the side of Vlad’s dinghy, careful not to rest so much weight on it that the little dingy would flip over. He’d learnt how much Vlad disliked it when that happened.

There was a thin red thread around his wrist, one that he couldn’t touch or cut, and it looped around Vlad’s wrist as well. Soulmates were a human thing, Talon had always thought, and it had surprised the Trenai to wake under the waters and find a glowing cord leading upwards. At least none of the fish had been able to see it; he didn’t need to worry that its light would alert prey when he was hunting from stealth.

[visuus]

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

deathless sentence meme | @hedonisthemomanceraccepting.

most people would be concerned at such a statement coming from the hemomancer himself, most of all as they remain alone in the quietude of the the grand general’s office. instead of that, however, all the words bring out of jericho is a subtle, nearly mocking smile as he crosses bad leg over his good one on the settee, perching his face over a gloved, flesh-made hand as he studies the blood mage with those unreadable, all-seeing eyes.

it’s silence that befalls the room, thick as a blanket as eye contact doesn’t break. he expects the other to say something else for a moment, as if gauging him; when he doesn’t, he stands to his feet seconds later closing their distance with in quick stride, a demonic claw coming to trace the line of the older one’s jaw with strange elegance, a second before it grasps at fair skin, making sure the mage’s eyes remain upon his. his hold isn’t brutish, no, it’s effortless, much too gentle for a hand crafted out of sheer dark energy, nothing outside the occasional prickle of something akin to simple, harmless static coming out of it. 

in truth, some would call it loving, but most know not to put associate adjective with a man like swain.it’s another long moment before he speaks, those eyes burning through as the overbearing warmth of that hand lingers against unmarred skin.

"truly, i do not know if you mean that as threat or simply as an invitation, vladimir,” he starts, tilting his head as one of his ravens would, staring as unblinking and unflinching as one of his own flock.  

      “---tell me, do you think my interest so feeble that that alone can dissuade me?”

[calix-daesyn]

vlad n calix, marquis & courtesan verse for the most recent ship meme (not cute)

falls asleep on the couch

Either one - usually together if they do. If Calix is with Vlad, he will generally sleep with Vladimir sleeps as part of his arrangement wtih him. Then again, at some of these parties, even the experienced courtesan might not quite keep up and may drift off on the couch in front of the fire before the night is over.

makes friends with the neighbors

Oh, Vladimir is friends with all the neighbors. “Friends” is an...interesting term for it though. He is well connected, throws parties and attends them alike to maintain those connections. Calix too is “Friends” with Vladimir’s neighbors. Part of being a good courtesan is providing entertainment, after all - or, if nothing else, being yourself a fine display of the wealth and status of the person with whom you have a contract.

is the adventurous eater

Both can be. I imagine though that Vladimir might introduce the Courtesan to things that he’s never tried before, especially when they are traveling.

hogs the covers at night

Vladimir - and Calix will playfully tease him for it and make jokes like him needing to write into the contract renewal that he be granted access to blankets at all times.

forgets to do the dishes

NEither of them has this as a responsibility. That is something household servants do. A courtesan of Calix’s price wouldn’t be asked to do that - unless, I suppose, that were a particular kink or desire of his contracted partner.

tries to surprise their partner more often

This can go either way. Calix might put more effort into this though - into little surprises and delights to help keep Vladimir happy and relaxed - especially when he’s out traveling for official purposes and may need a bit of distraction.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Neither really - maybe Vladimir if he’s busy. Or both of them if they quickly undress and have things to attend to in the morning or don’t get up for a long time and someone comes and cleans up.

stays up til 2 AM reading

Either will - even as a courtesan, Calix has his intellectual interests. Actually, this is one of his best features as a courtesan - there are a number of higher ranking individuals who want a courtesan who can have a long conversation with them. Vladimir may do this as well, though often for work more than anything.

sings in the shower

Calix, especially in the bath. He may bathe and begin singing to himself to fill the silence, only to have Vladimir hear him in there and stop working to go and join his courtesan.

takes the selfies

Doesn’t really apply to this AU, but let’s say that Vladimir has a portrait or two commissioned of his pretty courtesan and himself.

plans date night

Calix will do this for the most part. It’s part of what he does as a courtesan - planning special time between the two of them while Vladimir is busy so that he has something relaxing, fun, and pleasurable to come home to.

[noxianhand]

Marquis & Darius~ ❤, 💓, 💙

ship asks, ayy | @hedonisthemomanceraccepting.

❤ — who is more affectionate in public? in private?

vladimir, certainly, in both cases. while their relationship isn’t something open either, vlad isn’t above the occasional display of possessiveness and since it’s always brushed off as the man merely being eccentric, darius doesn’t bother complaining aside the occasional mild chastising.

💓 — who initiates most physical contact?

vlad again. the marquis is known for being handsy and the fact darius started this off by letting him feed as a reward for good services likely contributed to his handsiness, lbr. 

💙 — who is more protective?

darius, i imagine. surely marquis is immortal, he’s a vampire, he’s powerful and all, but his innate protective instincts often ignore that. he’s used to being the protector in his interpersonal relationships (something that got ingrained in his head as he was raising draven) so he defaults to that even in romantic relationships.

[thelanternwretch-archive]

[ disagree ]

“I’m afraid the answer is no.” 

The wraith let the corpse of the man he was just holding hit the ground with a sickening series of cracks and thuds. “I won’t stop my little rampage here in Noxus and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get out of here before you get your pretty little clothes all dirty. Not unless you think you can stop me yourself, in which case, why not give it a shot?” 

He kicks the body out of the way and opens his arms.

“Come, hemomancer, turn my blood against me! ... OH WAIT-” 

@hedonisthemomancer