#hemorage

[cerastes]

I’m the Elden Ring Santa Klaus of blood weaponry with my friends. You want Rivers of Blood? Maybe the Bloody Helice? You been a good girl so you want Eleonora’s Poleblade? Ho ho ho, blessings of the Bloody Finger to you, now go invade people.

[nakazonoluck]

    ❝  ya know i can’t do that !         --- my dick’s too BIG ; i’d just embarrass you all ! ❞

    a laugh herself & she brings a hand up to sit atop his head , lighting patting it .  ❝  & whats wrong with payin’ ?   ya get to hang out with me , dontcha ?   i see this as a WIN on yer part .  ❞

@hemorage​ | x

[heartate-aa]

@hemorage.

               𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦,  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.  this life takes its toll upon the both of them,  perhaps more him than herself,  he,  who is only mortal,  entangled in a life much larger than his would ever be and lost on its rotting,  brittle brambles that continue to tighten their chokehold around him as they crawl into the threshold of death’s embrace.  she will always have forever,  his forever is now.

ahri rests her cheek upon his chest.  lithe,  nimble fingers dance and skate across the bare canvas of his skin almost absentmindedly with her distant gaze languidly following their meandering movements.  knuckles brush against the tags hanging from the chain coiled around his neck.  it rattles quietly,  and the ears atop her head perk up.  her gaze abandon her fingers,  darting upward towards his necklace.  she reaches for it,  gingerly turning the tags between her fingertips.  there is a calmness to her breathing,  in the gentle and steady rise and fall of her chest.  a soft hum escapes her as she quietly reads the name etched into the metal,  a name that catches the breath in her throat.  it is his name,  yet . . . it isn’t.  ahri sits up just enough,  pressing her free palm against his torso to hold herself up as she continues to rub her thumb against the edges of the tags.    “    akira  -  kun,  these tags . . . you wear them all the time.  they mean something to you.  who did they belong to  ?    ”

[heartate-aa]

@hemorage.

               𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,  𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.  fluorescent,  neon lights decorate buildings and their signs hanging from windows and above their doors.  they flash brightly,  a distant beauty,  but it is a dangerous sea that will quickly swarm you,  engulf you,  and swallow you whole into the heart of its tempest.  some are never able to swim to safety,  while others are sputtered and spit out as a shell of who they once were,  broken bones and twisted sinew,  dead or alive.  ahri is a huntress,  a predator whose charm and allure is as fatal as the claws that curl at her fingertips  —  she has found her way in this world,  and she is surviving.  she thrives.

razor  -  sharp,  yet her claws are almost delicate as they trace the length of his arm in an absentminded stroke,  lost in her sea of thoughts.  tethered by a thinning,  fraying,  rope,  one forceful movement will cause it to snap.  ahri softly hums a melodic tune,  tapping tenderly against the back of his hand.  nails press firmly,  just enough to draw his attention,  but they never sink into his flesh.  she would never hurt him.

“    nishiki,    ”    comes ahri’s feather  -  soft murmur.  it is almost a hushed whisper,  an angel’s hair,  thin and ethereal,  faraway and distant despite her closeness as her lips brush against his ear.  her free hand trails over his thigh,  smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric of his pants once she adjusts her seated position atop him.    “    i was lurking around one of the clubs tonight.  there are men asking after you.  it sounded serious.  i’ll take care of them for you,  just say the word.    ”

[falsesight]

@hemorage​.  (  johann  )    //    nina.    //    ♡ ’ d.

               𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.  nina’s eyes flicker,  catching in the shadows of the light as she averts her gaze in the abyss of her heavy,  entrenching thoughts.  his question is a scorching open flame that burns the delicate skin of her palm when she hovers too close.  it is a question that she rolls back and forth over her tongue,  slow and deliberate in careful consideration.  does all evil not deserve death  ?  once,  before,  perhaps she would have said yes in a heartbeat without faltering,  without pause for thought or breath,  that yes,  all evil is evil,  that all evil should be put to rest,  even if that means finality in death.  now . . . nina is still unsure if she knows better than she did before,  but she has seen the evils of the world,  its monsters,  every demon that lurks within the darkened,  tar  -  stained pits of each soul’s heart,  even her own.  the world is not so black and white as she once believed it to be,  but then again,  she never knew of the evils that walked amongst mankind,  not as intimately as she had come to see.  there is a grey line,  a fine line that toes the edge of inevitability and cause and effect,  the battles between nature and nurture.  even despite the evil that dwells within him,  solitude is not his to bask in,  to drown in.

“    no,    ”    nina says at last,  softly and quietly,  lifting her chin to meet johann’s gaze.  a bell of silence passes,  and it grows and blossoms until she draws in another shaky breath.    “    i don’t believe that all evil deserves to die,  especially not you.  some things are . . . unforgivable.  irredeemable.  completely reprehensible.  but even then,  i think there’s a way to move forward from it and learn and not repeat the sins of your past.  i forgave you for your role in my life in all of this but . . . i cannot forgive you for anything else.  i think you are hurting.  you were alone in the world.  but,  you aren’t anymore.  you can more forward.  you deserve peace too,  johann.    ”

[falsesight]

@hemorage.   →    byakuya.

               𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,  𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.  the light of the moon burns as brightly as the sun as it spills over the wrinkles in the sheets.  a soft yawn escapes her as she sits up and rubs her eyes before her gaze falls upon her beloved’s resting form.  her lips press together as she debates remaining still in silence.  he works too hard,  far more than he should,  far more than that is asked of him.  and yet,  she yearns for his comfort.    “    byakuya,    ”    comes her soft murmur,    “    mm . . . i can’t sleep.  are you awake  ?    ”

[falsesight]

@agaphtikos    //    wuxian.    //    ♡ ’ d.

               𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭,  𝐰𝐮𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫,  feet planted comfortably flat against the floorboards.  he raises an arm and a long,  spindly finger lifts as he winds a lock of silken,  inky locks around it.  silence persists in his stare,  as he peers at the hair so tightly wound around his finger as if it is the most interesting thing he has laid eyes on.  it’s iron hot,  wangji’s stare.  deep.  piercing.  it is ten kilometers long,  calm and level,  criticizing,  yet scalding all the same.  it is a stare wuxian is avoiding at all costs,  keeping his eyes focused on anything but the man,  his beloved,  before him.

“    sooooo.    ”    a drawl,  long and drawn out,  smooth,  instigating.  wuxian’s free hand rests against the floor and his fingertips drum in a gentle rhythm.  still,  he doesn’t quite yet meet wangji’s eyes.  he keeps his gaze long and distant,  as if he sees far beyond where they are.    “    then . . . you aren’t going to cut the crust off of my sandwiches once we’re home  ?    ”

[withasmileandagrinn]

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