#ninctailcd

[doctorstrangeaskblog]

Doctor Sexy, I am so tired but I can't sleep. Will you tell me a story? Your voice is really soothing.

Okay…how about…Sherlock Holmes? I love those stories.

((Youtube Audiobook.))

[merinahika]

@ninctailcd

continued from here [x].

Merina held her head, trying to recall what happened the night before. “It gets fuzzy from there... I know Torru and I left the theater super late and when I reached my car, there was a weird mist that seem to come out of nowhere...” She bit her bottom lip. “Torru did say he didn’t like the feeling...”

[dancingxviolinist-blog]

@ninctailcd

continued from here [x].

Cate’s eyes shined with excitement and a huge grin appeared on her face. “How about now?!” She was pretty much rocking back and forth on the heels on her feet, anticipating RuYi’s answer.

[half-goddess-urd]

ninctailcd answered your ask: "Grab!" (Either from Peorth, or... from Urd!)

“Well.... I tried to grab the foxy by the tail... but my aim was just a bit off,” said Urd with a low purr, trying not to outright laugh at her own idea of messing around with the vixen.

[nobleconsort]

Hua fei: opens her mouth

Huan:

[skadiinfested-a]

@ninctailed "N-not like that-" Oh gods he just made things worse. "When I said close I meant in terms of... l-letters in the word like-"

[cosmicallybound]

     physical  intimacy  was  never  something  the  celestial  phoenix  shied  away  from,  for  it  settled  a  desire  for  tactile  touch  that  ached  within  her  cosmic  ribcage.  the  celestial  palace  was  oft  a  lonely  place,  a  decadently  furnished  yet  indisputably  desolate  cage.  when  not  holding  court,  the  palace  lacked  color  &&  life.  the  extravagant  furnishing  did  little  to  hide  the  distinct  feeling  of  clinical  polish.  were  it  not  for  the  sparse  bursts  of  homely  comfort,  one  would  be  hard-pressed  to  think  of  the  palace  as  anything  but  a  showroom.  an  empty  husk  meant  only  to  host  court  with  her  cosmic  subjects. 

     the  same  could  not  be  said  for  the  empress's  living  suite.  though  still  decadently  furnished,  it  held  a  distinct  warmth  &&  liveliness  that  the  rest  of  the  palace  did  not.  woolen  blankets  draped  across  the  couch,  a  cluttered  mess  of  domestic  legislature  &&  personal  correspondence  covered  the  coffee  table.  However,  most  notably,  a  well-loved  chaise  situated  by  a  sweeping  window  that  outlooked  the  ethereal  garden  tended  to  by  none  other  than  the  empress  herself.  this  private  corner,  tucked  away  from  cosmic  chaos,  offered  a  much-needed  reprieve,  a  space  for  the  celestial  phoenix  to  just  breathe. 

  [ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap. @ninctailcd

       this  sacred  space  was  not  oft  disturbed,  for  most  guests  were  welcomed  in  the  guest  suites.  rúyì,  though  an  honored  guest  &&  treated  as  such,  had  long  since  been  a  close  friend  &&  cherished  companion  to  the  empress.  fox  &&  phoenix  could  oft  be  found  tangled  together,  a  mess  of  dark  hair  &&  silken  flesh  encircled  together.  with  the  freedom  to  move  about  the  empress's  suites  as  she  saw  fit  when  she  visited,  the  vulpine  woman  oft  made  herself  comfortable  wherever  she  saw  fit. 

     the  empress  found  herself  in  one  such  situation  as  bone-deep  exhaustion  settled  heavily  ‘pon  her  slender  shoulders.  her  dim,  amber  gaze  briefly  flitted  about  the  room  before  it  settled  on  rúyì.  plush  lips  briefly  pulled  into  a  pout  before  she  padded  toward  the  other,  flinging  herself  into  her  lap  without  a  word.  slender  arms  encircled  the  other’s  supple  waist  as  hyeon  buried  her  face  in  her  stomach,  tension  slowly  fading  away.

     ❝  murder  is  a  perfectly  reasonable  response  to  such  idiocy.  i  had  thought  us  past  such  childish  squabbling,  but  'twould  seem  that  my  court  is  set  to  prove  my  assumptions  wrong  at  every  turn.  ❞

sitting in someone's lap || accepting

[illyricnbcby]

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜ Rúyì held up her hands in surrender, showing the male figure in front of her as she put a ring on her finger, the runes recognizable as being a sealing ring, meant to suppress her powers

❝ Hurt me? ❞

The male's eyebrow arched as high as it could at the notion that any one being could hurt him. Sure, a handful of them existed, and Amarantha had been one of them---but only because she had tricked him into relinquishing his powers to her. Now that he was unbound and back at full potential, he would unleash the full fury of his shadows upon the world before letting himself or his loved ones get hurt again.

It was with that notion that he studied her ring, head cocked idly to the side as he took in the sight of her. He'd seen rings not unlike the one she wore before, but that was hardly cause for alarm or awe either way to the High Lord of the Night Court.

❝ Who are you, then? And what, pray tell, makes you so convinced you have the capability to hurt me? ❞

Not a note of pleasantry remained in his voice, violet eyes cold as he locked them onto the creature before him. A trespasser on his lands, one who had just let on that she could pose a threat, if she was so inclined. He did not like that one bit.