Feb 28, 2015
oscurism
"--Mother?" Ivar called to the first person he thought to ask. "Have you seen Irial?"
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oscurism
"--Mother?" Ivar called to the first person he thought to ask. "Have you seen Irial?"
Wrist waist and cheek (Leslie)
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Irial chuckled at Leslie's touches and whispered, "You wouldn't lose me, Shadow Girl. Didn't I already say I'm yours and that wouldn't change? And I love you. You know I do."
Unwanted Changes
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"It’s not I said! I told you to make it away!" She scoffed, crossing her arms. She felt she was becoming weaker while he or they were consuming her feelings. "I don’t want to be a part of your court. Why can’t you leave me alone?" She questioned, frowning at the dark fae.
"Leslie, calm down." Irial himself was still calm, but her emotions were spiking, and while it tasted good to him, he didn't want her mad.
"You are part of my court, love. You are linked to me," he reminded her in the gentlest way he could as he came closer to take her hands in his. "Isn't this what you wanted? Change because of this tattoo?" Even to Irial that sounded like a low blow to remind her it was her choice, and that she had chosen the tattoo on her own. Had she known what kind of change would come with it, she would not have gone through with it. Irial knew Rabbit had tried to warn her, dissuade her from the decision, but still, she had decided it for herself. "No one forced you into this, Shadow Girl."
"I don't want this! Make it stop! Remove this tattoo from me. I don't want it." Leslie yelled, glaring at Irial. (oscurism) //Yess
Irial closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Leslie,” he said calmly. Her emotions were so strong he could see shadows around her, latching on to him and feeding him. “You didn’t get a temporary henna, love. It’s a tattoo for a reason. It’s permanent.”
oscurism
"--If it isn't the kingling."
Ship: Irial x Leslie
send me a ship and i’ll answer:
who takes longer showers? Leslie.
how do they make up after a fight? Since Irial likes to stay calm around Leslie, I’m going to go with Leslie casually coming up behind him and giving him a hug and that’s it. Fight over.
who prefers rain and who prefers sun? I see them enjoying both together.
what’s their favorite place to go together? This is really hard! Like, Leslie would drag Iri to one place and Iri would also drag Les to another. I want to say they want to go to Pins and Needles together, but spoiler alert their memories of the place don’t really end up being good. :/ It’ll be something else, then. Does the Dark Court count? Where Niall is, so they can both pester their king? HAHA
who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen? That’ll be both of them—Irial the King and Leslie the Queen, obs. :)
do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.? Yes, of course! Anniversaries are important.
who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke? Leslie!
what’s their nightly routine? Eat dinner, lounge around a bit, talk about what happened throughout the day, hash out any problems they might have had during the day, cuddle in each other’s arms and eventually fall asleep
who’s more likely to burn dinner? I’m going to say Leslie. Not because she is bad at cooking, but because Iri is just better. :d
[ X ]
oscurism:
“Of course, I’m here just for fun.” She scoffed, the sarcasm audible in her voice. She wasn’t yet looking at him. And she couldn’t understand why he was following her. But his reply explained her question. She rolled her eyes, now eyeing him. “I’m my own business, Irial.” She stated flatly. However, his request angered her further. “This is my body and I can do anything I like with it. If you don’t like it, your problem.” She hissed, shooting another glare.
Irial leaned on the counter, choosing to distance himself from Leslie instead of invading her space. If she was already feeling caged, he didn't want to give her more reason. He could see the shadows around her connecting to his as he funneled from her the anger she was feeling. Maybe if she wasn't so angry, she'd see sense and not hurt herself.
"And what good does it do when you're hurting your own body, Leslie?" He tried to be patient, to sound patient, and to not be too forceful with her. She was fragile--he knew that, thought that as one of the reasons why she wanted the tattoo that bound her to him in the first place. It didn't change the fact that she didn't know exactly what the tattoo was for, and that now she was his--or at least that's how he put it. "You are still human enough to die from this," he reminded her.
And he didn't want that. Not just because she was supplying the emotions he needed, but also because he cared for her--loved her. And thus, he couldn't stop himself.
With a sigh, he pushed off the counter and took her hand, steering her towards him so she was facing him. "Let me take care of you," he whispered, gently running a finger over her wrist.
{ oscurism }
"I’m serious, Dan. I love you.”
"Blair. You can't just show up at my doorstep in the middle of the night saying things like that. You're married."