#peacarsa

[edensbite]

" you can't save yourself or save my soul, but you'll meet the man whose life you stole. "

one-liner call / ft. @peacarsa

[heartate]

@peacarsa sent : [ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly.

ahri knows intimately what hunger looks like, how it wears the veil of desire in a twisted and mangled perversion of a different shade, how it swells like longing blooming deep in one's chest with a heat so intense it burns like the radiance of a thousand suns. it's a different kind of hunger, one that cannot be sated by any great banquet or magnificent feast. something innately primal, carnal, that tempts her even now as she blinks slowly at the man in return. as in control of her heart as she may be, she still feels it deeply — that deep desire to unravel, to let go, to allow the filaments of her soul to slip between the small gaps between her fingers that hold the seams shut to trap the beast that remains dormant within. ahri knows what it is to unhinge her jaw and sink her teeth into flesh and bask in the glow of that receding warmth, the receding power, flooding into her body like tempestuous ocean waves.

she watches him in return, her golden eyes glistening, her gaze terribly intense as an inviting smile carefully twists her ruby red lips. ahri knows what it is to be a predator admiring prey. the centuries have softened her heart, opened her mind to the deluge of memory and feeling, but it has not made her weak. for a moment, she worries. not for her, but for him. does he know what she's capable of?

" you look like you're about ready to devour me whole, " ahri says at last, curiously lifting an eyebrow. her words are double-edged sword. tempting, testing. she cannot make sense of what it is lying beneath his skin, but she feels something.

inbox prompts / always accepting.