#salvatiio

[aestuspater-blog]

ALTAIRE: @salvatiio

          INNOCENT EYES AND A SACCHARINE smile covered in lace, she was more beautiful that the goddess herself. Yet, razor sharp fingers could reach out and claw through silks, through supple skin without a care. Though a distance is kept, mutual respect evident in the gentlemanly nod he bestows upon her. Though he is still a warrior, a war chief and he comes baring gifts. Bloodied bag tips upside down, the expensive rug would be ruined with gore and viscera, yet he did so with a smile on his lips revealing the sharp, jagged teeth. “ I’ve brought you a gift, dove. ”  

[vulpistic-blog]

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meme  ( accepting )  @salvatiio

                    NECK  EXPOSED,  the spirit hums in appreciation, hands in the other’s hair, tugging and guiding to all the right places     and each reward would be a moan, full and loud and unashamed.     ❝   alright,   ❞     the whisper sounds, as legs   (  greedy and possesive  )   wrap around the other’s body,   ❝   maybe i  like  the teeth…   ❞

15: neck kiss

[adaarma-blog]

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( ⚔ ┊ meme: accepting | @salvatiio for lena~)

30. a kiss to the knuckles

               HE HATED TO BOW to anyone, especially those so short. Under the light of the goddess, the knight has no choice and the knee is bent, digging into the hard tiled ground. The high priestess is something to behold, a beauty ; fearsome and holy. Tradition dictated that you remain on your knees for all that is holy. They fought wars for the holy, bruised and battered bodies came back scarred and changed but the holy lived on. You bow, you kneel, you kiss the hand that feeds you. 

“ High Priestess, ” a sign of respect that may not meet his eyes. They remain on the ground, following the intricate patterns of the goddess as a hand is thrust before him. Chapped lips, rough and cracked from weeks at war, grace her knuckles. Delicate fingers that will never grace war because she is holy. 

[deathcmen-blog]

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meme  ( accepting )  @salvatiio

                    HOW  HANDS  desperately clutch to the smaller frame, the air pushed from lungs in a violent desire to possess, quiet down the fears and questions that were cutting at jezebel’s insides.   ❝   hush  now,   ❞   the whisper is repeated over and over again until the words lose their sense, warm breath washing over hair again and again, but even that does not seem as enough. it is because she knows her next words will be a lie. but a beautiful lie.   ❝   i am here. i will  always  be here, you need to know and remember that.   ❞   it will hurt all the much more. but you will be all the much stronger. fingers force chin up, green mixing with golden. there is nothing more to be said, nothing more that would not cause more wounds, so the eldun simply presses a sweet kiss to her lover’s cheek     and it takes a moment for her to find strength and pull away.   ❝   i shall sing you a lullaby, and you can go back to sleep, hm?   ❞

4: cheek kiss

[sacerdios-blog]

HIGH PRIESTESS: @salvatiio

      “ TODAY HAS ALREADY BEEN blessed, has it not? The goddess is smiling down on us. ” Knees creaked and backs ache from long hours of worship yet the smile could not be taken from the Tehreni priestess. She felt invigorated, ready to deal with anyone who would seek their council. “ Is there anything else you would like me to do before we open to the public? ”