#iago support

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

How would you react if Iago were to run off some nights into someone else’s bed while in your favor then?

He wouldn’t like it too much, but if it was a one time thing, he wouldn’t ultimately care. Since he sees Iago as a predator like himself, he’s not AS possessive of him as he would be of someone he thought he really did “own”, like, completely. He understands that predators have needs that have to be sated.

What gets him highly agitated is when people like Shiori come along, who he perceives as being a DIRECT threat to his relationship with Iago. He understands that what they have is on a deeper level, and he doesn’t want some BITCH (sorry for misogynistic language) coming along and stealing away his adviser and making him SOFT and WEAK. Iago is something special, and he will not have his cold, greasy heart corrupted with actual sound morals.

[gentlenekomata]

[ CHOCOLATE ] - Stefanelli's has partnered with the monastery to make the most of the supplies left in excess of their workshops earlier in the year by offering packages of sweet chocolates for attendees. The offerings appear generous... that is, until you open your box to find it only half full.

Stefanelli’s seminar was definitely a blast for Sakura, who managed to learn a lot about chocolate and how to make it in various forms and savours: the incredible partnership that made with the monastery even for the ball was somewhat unexpected for Sakura, who, somehow, managed to put her hands on one of the most luxurious package of its supplies.

On the verge of opening it, she couldn’t help but being super excited for having to eat something so expensive yet so delicious… if it only was fully filled; too much of her disregard, the petite priestess opened the box to find it half full, the other half completely gone. How was it even possible?!

As she rose her gaze from the box, goldenish eyes met with the one of a person she wished she wouldn’t met once again, especially in an occasion like this. Iago..? she thought to herself, his name echoed in her mind, but the more she stared at him, the more she realized that… he had the other box.

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

“Kiss me, you bastard!” And he yanks the wyvern lord down by his collar to his height and plants a big one on there—

Valter returned it in earnest, tugging roughly on Iago’s hair and burying his tongue into the warm recesses of his throat in a matter of seconds. He pressed his front against the sorcerer rather insistently as well. Like hell he was going home empty handed after such an evocative kiss...