#herbindings

[decaeysa]

[ @herbindings: ]  everything makes me think of you. can you get out of my head?

[ to: hot stuff ❤️‍🔥 ] but it’s so cozy in there…

[ to: hot stuff ❤️‍🔥 ] maybe if you were here next to me, I could distract you from such troublesome thoughts.

[ to: hot stuff ❤️‍🔥 ] attachment.jpg ( a selfie of akali laying in her bed holding her arm out to display the empty space next to her. she’s only wearing lingerie. )

[rakkoran]

❝ Don't think that my respect will come on its own. ❞ / From Caelia!

" i'd expect nothing less from the red spear. "

pantheon was late. incredibly so. he stepped down from the beaten mountain path onto a relatively flat plateau on targon's lower peaks. the air held the familiar metallic taste of blood, though no ra-horak lay dead upon targon's stone. where their blood may have seeped into the cracks beneath their feet, pantheon watched as one warrior helped up another, dented armor and scarred skin but.. man had not fallen on this day.

he watched as caelia wrested her spear out of the now-dead corpse of the voidbeast in the center of the area. it was multi-legged, coated in a purple carapace, and with numerous wicked talons protruding from its form. pantheon approached her and the corpse, while giving a cursory glance of the area.

" i should have been here. " he muttered.

he'd sensed it too late. his mind was fogged in the past few months. fragmented memories of wars and conquests that weren't his own, but real enough to keep him awake at night. still, he'd vowed to himself and the rakkor that he'd fight to protect mankind with his gifts and burdens. excuses weren't welcome on targon.

slowly, he came to rest his gaze on caelia. her eyes, amber but they shined golden beneath the rising sun above. this was their first conversation, beyond simply being in the same space. she was right not to blindly respect him. respect was earned through deeds on targon, a name and title meant nothing.

" i can help carry the wounded. "

[haeorta]

@herbindings  𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀  :   ❛ I broke my rules for you. ❜ Nadia says, voice a little uneasy, especially compared to her usual tone. She looks at Jael, eyelids slipping down to cover her eyes partially. ❛ I let you in. ❜

careful digits lift to caress the side of nadia’s cheek  ;  a warm , comforting gesture that accepts the countess’ moment of vulnerability .  𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐋  smiles , the corners of her mouth melting the rest of her face into a blushing mess . not that they mind , of course  --  in nadia’s company , she doesn’t care about outer appearances . the usual jovial , carefree nature of the apprentice is long gone , instead replaced by a softer version of themselves that seems worlds away from the original . her smile however still bears some resemblance to that confidence , but in the arms of a lover , the mask melts away .

     “  and i can’t tell you how much that means to me...  so let me show you .  ”

she settles into the countess’ lap with ease , knees hugging either side of her waist . it is a bold move , but not one that her lover seems to mind . doubts swirl around their mind , questions that don’t deserve an answer  ;  she pushes through , forcing herself to ignore that which would throw her off course . lips close around the soft brown of nadia’s neck , pressing hungry kisses down to her shoulder blade . teeth occasionally graze across the skin , nipping at irregular intervals to keep the countess’ attention on the sensation . 

eventually , she lifts her gaze to meet nadia’s , eyes wide and begging for reassurance . 

[theirlegacies]

“ Hey Snow, enjoying yourself? ” Aomora spoke over the loud music of the bar. Now dressed, she stood side by side with the other woman, canting her head to the side as she looked up at her. Lime green eyes settled on Beau's lips, where they stayed for a while. “ My name's Aomora, though you can call me Mora if you want to. ” There was a slight accent to her voice, not unlike the kind many of the more typical residents of the Bay had. Definitely not fitting for an elf. Regardless, she didn't seem to care — she was far too busy examining Beau. Yup, she'd do for her company of the night. “ Hey Zev! ” She exclaimed, waving the barkeep over. “ Anything this lady wants and a Boralus Black for me. ” Then, she turned to Beau once more. “ Grab your drink and come with me to the seats over there. ” She said, and pointed towards what was clearly the VIP seats.

        ❝  oh  --  absolutely!  ❞ the half elf responded before she had processed with whom she shared company with. she spoke truthfully, of course; though she was far from used to the ambience and atmosphere offered at this place, she would be lying if she said she hadn't thus far enjoyed the experience. for all its allure, she had found comfort in the presence of others. more importantly: the presence of others who did not think twice about her presence being there.

        yet her worries faded further still upon glancing to see who exactly was keeping her company in the moment. she flashed a smile towards the blood elf, though a delicate flush developed 'pon her cheeks as she did so. she relaxed ever so slightly. ❝  and if you don't mind my saying... I enjoyed your performance as well, Mora. i've not seen such a dance before; it was a pleasure to watch. ❞ was that what I was supposed to say? the half elf thought to herself. in truth a lot of what occurred in this place seemed to fly right over her head. things moved quickly and often without explanation -- so, too, did Aomora. at least, it seemed; for not a moment had she been at Beau's side and she was already calling for another and moving towards an array of seats that looked far too important for the half elf to have any business being near... and yet...

        ❝  my name is Beau, by the way.  ❞ she added, a few minutes later -- having caught up with the blood elf after first ordering herself a drink from the barkeep. with the vast array of choices on display, the half elf had resorted to saying that which would perhaps continue the thinly-veiled illusion that she knew exactly what she was doing. thus did she hold a glass of Boralus Black within her hand, and though she had yet to take even a sip she pondered on whether following in the footsteps of one who seemed to be native to this place was a good idea... but such questions could be answered later. ❝  is this something you do often? I'd not expected to speak with you, truthfully -- not that I mind! just... well, I thought you wouldn't, is all.  ❞

[sanguiresse-a]

Punches. / Vayne.

     His skin ripples under her fist, and Vladimir remains staring, hardly stirred by the impact— though his frown just becomes deeper. 

     “Ow.” 

[decaeysa]

The sweat of another still clung to her frame, and where the night had concealed her hours prior, kept her safe from prying eyes even as she snuck through the familiar route back to her rooms in the higher parts of the city, now there was nothing shielding her from the unforgiving rays of sunlight that burst through her curtains.

Aomora lazily went to her balcony where the sheer curtains fluttered in the slight wind from outside. Grabbing a cigarette on the way, utterly uncaring in her appearance ━ hair a mess still, makeup ruined, and clothes hastily put on.

It was a busy morning below. She heaved in a sigh, but no sooner had she taken her first drag of her smoke before she caught a glimpse of a familiar shape below.

Quickly, she flicked her wrist and sent a small pebble flying past Akali from above, to catch her attention. Sitting with one leg propped up on the railing, she looked down at her... whatever she was, with a deadpan expression. Another drag, exhaled in Akali's general direction.

❝ 'Ey, don't just walk past, hot stuff. ❞ @herbindings

there's only one route she knows through the city still: inefficient, but passing aomora's place was the only way she knew how to get anywhere. starting from there she could manage just about any path out of the city, and to the few shops she'd found while attempting to bring the flame dancer last minute gifts before catching her eye while on stage. as it so happened on this particular morning, aomora was already on the prowl before she could even think about today's "tip".

" aw, didn't realise you would wait out here for me. been out all night? "

a grin tugs at the corners of her lips. every word slips out so easily around aomora. not much time for thinking when you've got a hot woman in your sights. she turns and lifts a hand to her brow, looking up at the familiar silhouette outlined by the morning sun. yeah, there was more than one reason aomora was popular. who could she blame? she'd fallen to those charms more than enough times to know it was intentional.

" you gonna let your hair down so I can climb up, princess? or do I have to do it the old fashioned way? "

she doesn't even allow time for a response, immediately dusting her hands together in preparation. it would be the first time she'd done this climb, but she was no stranger to getting into places she really shouldn't be. grin still plastered upon her features, she takes a running leap and begins to navigate her way up towards the balcony.

once there, she's able to take an even better look at her behind-the-scenes honey. messy hair, cigarette in between her fingers, makeup half rubbed off onto a bed somewhere -- it's a welcome view, and one that makes akali feel special, somewhat. mora wouldn't let many people see her so dressed down, after all.

it's impossible to keep her hands to herself like this. thus, she reaches forth and plucks the cigarette from between her fingers and steals a peck on the cheek before lifting it to her own lips and taking a drag.

[rcsebloodied]

Liadrin rubs the bridge of her nose sorely before putting her quill back to the paper she has been writing on for the past hour. Writing letters to the families of the fallen had never once been easy, but she at least managed to finish them on time nowadays. She finishes it up and hands it over to the elf waiting outside her door, who then eagerly runs off to have it sent. Turning to Velicine, who comes walking down the corridor in that very moment, Liadrin heaves a sigh and cants her head to the side. “ Any news? ” She asks.

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting! || @herbindings​

Velicine worried her lip as she walked down the halls of Shattrath. The echoing songs of the naaru that lived within the city uneased her as if each chime was an accusation of her sins, the pain she inflicted to M’uru for the power to defend her homeland and avenge her people. She did not regret what she had done, the Light had abandoned them and they took what was needed. But Liadrin seemed remorseful, and word of Kael’thas’ betrayal spread quickly throughout the ranks of the Blood Knights. Many had defected, honorbound to defend their prince.

She had considered joining them - not out of duty to the pompous lord, but she could empathize with his anger, his hunger to seize destiny for the Sin’dorei. 

She wondered if Liadrin sensed her unease as she entered her quarters, taking off her helm and keeping it pinched between her side and her arm, saluting with a fist to her chest. “ Matriarch, “ Velicine said with a bow of her head before meeting her commander’s eyes. “ The prince has made his home at Tempest Keep and the blood elves with him, the ‘Sunfury’ they call themselves, have made any attempt at reaching him hazardous. “ The Blood Knight shifted uncomfortably in her position, still standing at full attention.

“ I’m receiving reports that more of our order everyday defect to his side, though many still remain loyal to you. “ Velicine noted the parchment on Liadrin’s desk and her heart ached for her commander. To write letters to family of the fallen, ontop of dealing with defection… The anger within her rose, did they not know how much their matriarch sacrificed for them? “ Give the word, my Lady and I will make sure the punishment is swift. “

While she waited for the other’s response, Velicine pondered the question that had been plaguing her mind - whether now was the time to ask. She cleared her throat, anxious to speak. “ If I may speak freely, Matriarch. Was it.. Wise to trust ourselves to the Light again? I know the absence of M’uru has affected our order, but do you not fear that we may be making the same mistakes? There was a reason the prince had taken it, as misguided as he was. “

[rcsebloodied]

plots please! / any muses you think might get along!

// *rubs my filthy hands together*

So I saw that you added Liadrin and I have a Blood Knight so........

Induction into the Blood Knights

As many of the Royal Guard, and high elves in general, lost faith in life during the aftermath of the Fall of Silvermoon, Velicine would've been one of the first volunteers to become a Blood Knight and siphon her powers from the captured Naaru. Something like Liadrin approaching Velicine to tell her about this and offer her the position of one of her Blood Knights I think would be an interesting thread that would explore the raw feelings the both held after the Fall. While I won't speak for your Liadrin, Velcine would see it as taking what was owed to her people for the failings of the Light and would relish the opportunity to be empowered as a protector of her people. There can also be some established relationship where before Velicine had consulted Liadrin about her loss of faith in the Light, only to find out that the high priestess had also lost hers.

Journey to Outland (Burning Crusade)

I imagine Velicine being a captain at either point in time but that's not written in stone and if that doesn't really work we can scrap that. But I think it'd be really cool to explore their reactions and some kind of developing relationship/companionship to going to the Shattrath in both the BC and WoD expansions.

Burning Crusade could be extra tasty, learning of Kael'thas' betrayal of their people and Liadrin expressing regret for what she ended up allowing to happen to the Naaru in Silvermoon. I like the idea of Liadrin acting as a calming voice for Velicine, who could easily have walked down the path of the Sunfury and followed with Kael'thas I think having the assertive and reasonable voice of the Matriarch, as well as the assurance that Velicine's vengeance would come but not via the hands of the Legion or Kael'thas.

The Fate of Velicine's Family and Sylvanas Windrunner

I'd imagine this takes place sometime after Wrath of the Lich King, but I think I nice non-action oriented thread would be Velicine seeking Liadrin's advice upon learning the fate of what happened to both of her mothers and sister. Long story short, they sided with Vereesa and Eva became a ranger-captain in the Silver Covenant. She eventually died in Northrend and was raised as a dark ranger by the Forsaken.

Velicine was aware of what felt like a betrayal to her of her family joining the Silver Covenant, instead of returning home to rebuild. But learning of her sister's fate thereafter, dying to the undead, a fate Velicine had fought very hard to stop for her sister, and then being raised by Sylvanas to be a dark ranger would almost break her. She hated her sister, but not enough to allow such a fate to befall her like that unanswered.

So Velicine seeking comfort and Liadrin cautioning anything rash against the Forsaken, who were their allies in the Horde and offered tremendous resources to help Quel'thalas rebuild. I'd imagine she'd try to sway her from trying to kill her sister or something like that.

Miscellaneous

Velicine 100% has a gay crush on Liadrin (this does not have to be explored)

Velicine and Liadrin leading the charge into Outland pt2 Warlords of Draenor style