#nivaera

[evo1utionary]

[ CARESS ] (dion to miguel)

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS ⸺ [ CARESS ] for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars ⸺ @nivaera

His  body  is  the  product  Miguel  is  selling  first  and  foremost.  As  such,  he  takes  care  of  it  quite  meticulously  ⸺  as  much  as  he  can  when  living  in  the  Lanes,  that  is,  notwithstanding  his  usage  of  Shimmer.  He  consumes  alcohol  only  when  his  clients  wish  him  to,  stays  away  from  the  fissures  and  its  gases,  has  a  skincare  routine,  stretches  every  day.  And  so  his  body  remains  soft,  PLIANT,  with  nary  a  blemish.

And  yet...  The  scars  he  received  during  his  training  in  Noxus  cannot  be  erased.  They  are  few  and  far  between,  of  course,  hidden  in  spots  not  visible  in  day-to-day  life,  and  have  faded  over  the  years.  Faint  lines  following  the  curves  of  his  body,  subtle  and  non-intrusive.  Easily  overlooked,  even  if  Miguel  is  ever  aware.

But  it  appears  that  even  in  the  throes  of  pleasure,  Dion  is  particularly  observant.

A  thin  sheen  of  sweat  is  covering  their  bodies,  moans  spill  from  Miguel's  lips  with  each  of  Dion's  thrusts.  His  arms  are  wrapped  around  the  other  man  tightly,  scrabbling  for  purchase  as  he  feels  Dion  driving  his  cock  against  that  bundle  of  nerves  inside  him  again,  again,  again.  It's  almost  PAINFUL,  deliciously  so,  making  Miguel's  spine  arch,  fingers  digging  into  Dion's  back.  Miguel  can  feel  the  other  panting  against  his  neck,  chasing  his  next  high  that  he  always  so  desperately  seeks  during  their  meetings.  With  the  way  he  presses  closer,  barely  able  to  contain  his  moans,  he  must  be  close,  prompting  Miguel  to  loop  a  leg  around  his  waist,  urging  him  go  faster.

Only  that  suddenly,  Dion  slows  down  instead.  Comes  to  a  STOP,  in  fact,  pressed  deep  inside  of  him.  Miguel's  chest  heaves,  a  shiver  running  up  his  body  ere  he  glances  down  at  the  other  man.  Dion  has  drawn  back,  just  a  few  inches,  eyes  lingering  on  his  collarbone.  Ah.  Of  course  Miguel  knows  what  he  must  have  spotted,  seeing  how  intense  his  gaze  has  become.  The  fine,  white  line  running  along  his  clavicle  ⸺  a  precise  cut  made  by  a  steady,  undisturbed  hand.  For  a  moment,  one  that  feels  like  an  eternity,  they're  both  quiet,  only  their  breaths  cutting  through  the  silence.

Miguel  fights  the  urge  to  explain  it  away.  Surely,  Dion  will  simply  carry  on  in  a  second.  The  man  is  covered  in  scars  himself,  after  all,  many  of  which  tell  tales  of  far  more  vicious  injuries  than  Miguel  has  seen  before.  When  Dion  does  shift,  Miguel  almost  sighs  in  relief  ⸺  only  for  his  breath  to  hitch  when  he  feels  lips  brush  against  his  collarbone,  trailing  delicate  kisses  along  the  scar.  Miguel  swallows,  fingers  finding  the  other's  nape  and  then  hair.  Intertwining  with  the  strands  gently.  He  rests  back  and  stares  up  at  the  ceiling,  nigh  stunned  at  the  display  of...  What  even  is  it?  Kindness?  Some  form  of  reverence?  No...  No,  that  can't  be  it.  He  isn't  anyone  precious  to  the  other  man,  after  all.

A  spark  of  pleasure  shoots  up  his  spine  when  finally,  FINALLY,  Dion  begins  moving  again,  grinding  deeper  into  Miguel.  It's  almost  enough  to  make  him  forget  that  the  other's  lips  remain  pressed  against  the  mark  on  his  skin.

[styxisms]

@nivaera | ♥

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"I didn't wake you up, did I?"

[ruiination]

@nivaera

Y'shtola cannot relate to him. After all, she's no time for lovers no matter how serious. Though, it's hard to believe that Allan is the Asterios she used to know. Though, she knows more than most how the world can change people.

"One would think that having the same partners multiple times would serve to be more pleasant."

She looks back at her book, though she is no longer reading the text. Y'shtola approaches this topic as she does with most, with logic.

"Having a handful of dedicated partners that you could seek out depending on needs makes the most sense. You could establish connections that you know work and spare yourself potential disappointment with people who you are not compatible with."

[flamesofrebirths]

@nivaera said: “Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” (delirious Jote @ Joshua hehe) HURT & COMFORT STARTERS | ACCEPTING

Joshua hates to see her feel this way. He's not even sure of how it happened, but Jote has seemed to feel so uneasy lately. It's been hours, but now that they finally found a safe spot to get some sleep, he finally can do something for her. He hopes so, anyway. She's always there for him, taking care of him without letting him take care of her at all. He cares for her; she's a friend, the only friend he has, the only one who has prevented his loneliness to consume him. It's not perfect, of course. He wishes she wasn't his attendant; he wishes they could be friends, without the troubles caused by the Undying.

And maybe it's because she's not entirely herself right now. Joshua knows she's not feeling well at all. But when she asks him to stay with her, he approaches without hesitation. Well, it's not like he would have been far from her, but if she needs him close, even if it's for a short moment because she's feeling vulnerable, he will do as she wants. It's the first time she asks something from him, after all...

Joshua clears his throat, not entirely sure of how to offer her the support she needs, though. He hesitantly wraps an arm around her and brings slightly closer. "You... You can stay close to me," he assures. "I am here for you, Jote." And he's here for her as him, not as the Phoenix.

[valiisthea]

The strange crystal in the sky shimmers and breaks and creates specks of light that rain down, fading to nothing before ever reaching the ground. There is a sorrow that rises in her throat, terrifying and cloying, and she cannot help but grasp tightly at Terence's hand with both her own.

"He will come back to visit, won't he...?" Kihel whispers, staring at the sky, yet even she feels as if the question is hopeless.

Random Asks || Always Accepting

@nivaera || Terence

If it isn't the grasp of her small hands around his, then it's the tone of her whisper that sends Terence's heart further into turmoil. From the moment Dion sent him away, he had his concerns about the prince's fate. He would never turn Terence away to fulfill a task that Dion himself could have so easily fulfilled once the fight was over.

Never.

And to crush her own heart alongside his seems so cruel at a time she needs comfort most. But would it perhaps be even more cruel to lie?

He gathers up his strength, and turns to look Kihel in the eye.

"If he is anywhere upon this world, know that he will keep his promise to return. I - I fear -" he has to cut himself short, clearing his throat in an attempt to keep the sadness from flowing out. "I fear all we can do is pray."

[flameblessed]

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜ (from stella LKAJGSLAKJG)

I am not meme hunting sorry babe ♥

He wasn't. He was almost entirely at her mercy. He could remember her, but it seemed they had both changed. He wasn't certain who she was working for. But the fact was, if his assumptions were correct, he had been captured by the empire.

The way fear pools in his very soul like an old familiar friend made him want to lash out at himself. He was not the lost and frightened child he once was. Still, that old feeling scratches at barely closed wounds.

"If it is information on my allies you desire, I have none to offer." He leaves off her name, as well as the biting venom threatening to spill from his voice.

"It was a request, not an order. I suppose you aren't one for sentimentality, are you, Stella?"

[evo1utionary]

starter for @nivaera ( miguel && dion )

Dion's  head  is  in  his  lap,  the  other  man's  eyes  closed  as  Miguel  gently  cards  his  fingers  through  his  hair.  It's  quieter  here,  in  his  newest  customer's  apartment  topside,  than  in  the  brothel  in  the  Lanes.  And  what  a  nice  apartment  it  is.  Miguel  is  certain  that  Dion  is  not  just  ANYONE,  even  though  he's  refrained  from  making  any  inquiries  yet.

Exhaling  slowly,  Miguel  watches  lilac  plumes  of  smoke  rise  in  the  air,  light  filtering  through  them.  Leaving  a  pleasant  buzz  behind  his  eyes  in  their  wake.  Shimmer  wasn't  necessarily  easy  to  smuggle  out  of  the  Lanes,  especially  since  it  wasn't  Miguel's  expertise,  but  after  his  initial  meeting  with  Dion  he  assumed  that  the  man  could  make  use  of  it.  For  one  session,  anyway.

“  ⸺  Do  you  want  to  try?  ”  Miguel  murmurs,  glancing  down  at  Dion  as  he  lowers  the  pipe  from  his  lips,  offering  it  to  him  instead.  “  It  eases  the  nerves.  Helps  you  take  your  mind  off  things.  ”

[ruiination]

@nivaera said: “I am not special.” (from jote to joshua!)

There are the flickers of anger sparking within him. Joshua owed the undying much. They saved his life. But Jote had been the one at his side for so long. She had been his sole friend. She had become someone he personally treasured beyond most. And yet, he could not help but be angry.

She deserved so much better than this life. Better than the self-sacrifice. Wasting her years on him and Rosaria. She deserved to see value in herself. It made his very soul ache to hear her say such untrue words.

He grasps both of her shoulders firmly. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to convey some of his emotion. Even if the emotions he held towards her were unfair, he could not deny that there was something so much more than her being his attendant. He cared for her. He wanted to see her smile and laugh. He wanted to share his life with her. But he knows not how much longer his life will be. And she would likely... Be so much happier if she was away from him and the Undying. To live her own life, unburdened by all this needless sacrifice and tradition.

"How can you say that...?" He asks, blue eyes fixed upon her. "You are special, Jote. You have accomplished so much and braved even more. You have sacrificed and worked tirelessly... You are so... so much more than most people." His voice grows quieter, his heart speaking before his mind can stop it.

"You are... so very special to me."