#shexquisite

[turnwell-a]

@shexquisite : breathes on the dash me: amazing talented superb i stan we love

[conjurore]

TVD / TO SENTENCE STARTERS  ————  accepting. @shexquisite​​​ sent:  유

❛     i  like  how  your  mind  works.     ❜

[sgarrigh-arch]

  She’s familiar.  He can recognize that through the blackouts.  The haze that surrounds his mind.  There’s a part of him that remains furious.  Enraged and out for blood.  Niall wants to hit something.  Grabs at hair, face, the scar.  Feels like he’s spiraling.  Like he’s falling.  This time there is no burning sun to drag him back from the edge.  He snarls at her, hauling shadows down till the room is near pitch black.  “Get out.” 

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[turnwell-a]

@shexquisite replied to your post “hi low key tho. charmed said witches destroyed atlantis, but what if...”

i mean it's not terrible to assume bc .... the elders are trash ��

we all really galaxy brained when we realised the elders are terrible

[ivashkovcharm]

CLOSED. ( with @shexquisite​ ft. astoria. )

       “hey, i’m sorry. babe. c’mon. i’m really sorry.” things that weren’t supposed to be said were said, but he was only aiming for the exhibit to be perfect. they were crunched on time, and he knew he was being a jackass. there was no way of justifying his behaviour and so he humbled down, leaving the canvas unfinished and reached for her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “don’t go, please? you’re the only one that tethers me into place - without you, i’d be lost.” fingers trained down the length of her arms and was punctuated by interlacing with hers. he softly sighed, breath warm against the crook of her neck. “if you’re really tired - let’s just pack it up for today. okay?”

[turnwell-a]

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EDITS   pj and astoria  ( @shexquisite ) partners okay to reblog.  C

[pendreams]

five times kissed - hermes and astoria !!

send five times kissed for a drabble of five times our muses have kissed / @shexquisite !

i. — fingertips dance along the edges of her lips, glistening with the residue of glitter and sweet-flavoured gloss. he’s lost count of how many times his lips have met hers, but he wouldn’t soon forget how sweet she tasted and how sweetly she returned his kisses. again, he replaces his fingertips with his mouth against the corner of hers, brushing the tip of his nose against her cheek. in the silvery moonlight, she looked paler but more ethereal than when she did in the daylight hours. then,  her  features beheld a different charm like the first blossoming of spring tulips whereas now she was snow and icy dew drops on the edge of bright petals.  when astoria stirred, the messenger god shushed gently, gathering her into the comfort of his arms;   “i’ll still be here when you wake up tomorrow.”  

ii. —  her laughter is music to his ears, perhaps he could grow more fond of it than even the melodic music of his lyre. he twirls her once more before reeling her back in, hand settling against the small of her back. “ this turned out better than expected.” hermes murmured beneath his breath, referring to the gathering of the gods they were currently in the midst of. it was probably one of the most peaceful gatherings he’s attended— save for bursts of drunken laughter from the table dionysus occupied. but, that was far more acceptable and far less concerning than any bursts of angry arguments. “are you having a good time?” he leaned in closer, dipping his head to plant a kiss below her ear, lingering there for a few moments. “c’mon, i haven’t given you the grand tour. it’s about time.” sorry, hera— might as well burn the bed sheets.

iii. — “don’t be afraid.” he feels it beneath her skin– the urge to run. it’s a feeling he’s all too familiar with; it’s an energy that radiates, that rattles and rages just beneath one’s skin. but, he won’t let her go that easily; he couldn’t. “this is real, astoria.  don’t you feel it?” her back is against him, tense and afraid to yield, but even without seeing her, he can feel the tiniest quiver between her shoulders. one of his hands raise, thumb gently swiping the tear that skirts down her cheek. with his other arm secured around her waist, the messenger god holds her, lips leaving a kiss on the top of her head. “ please, don’t leave me.” another kiss, then another— peppering them against her hair, breathing her in lest she choose to leave and it’s only her scent that he’s left to remember. “why are you afraid?”

iv. — soap suds float on the top of the water, petals of roses joining them as they circle around her form. he smiles at her; a small smile, a fond one. reaching beneath the surface of the water, he takes her hand and runs the cloth up her arm, scrubbing away the tiredness of the day. she melts beneath his touch, eyes half-lidded and breath let out in a drawn out sigh. hermes lifts her hand to his mouth, brushing slender lips against her knuckles with tenderness. it’s a quiet moment, uninterrupted by the constant buzzing notifications of his phone and their bustling lives. “i told you i would take care of you. tell me about your day.” strangely domestic, but not unpleasant--- for once, he’s content in staying put.

v. --- it’s a flurry of movement; she grabs at the collar of his jacket, pulling him through the door while his hands are busy untucking her blouse from her skirt, fingertips hungry to touch warm flesh.  he guides her to the bed, nudging her backwards and suddenly, he’s on his knees. not only do his hands grasp at her with that hunger, but his gaze, golden and burning, consume her whole. “i’ll make it up to you. i didn’t know--- you’d been waiting so long.”  instead of his usual teasing, his lips trail a hot path up her leg, starting at her knee then up the inside of her thighs, kissing and biting velvet skin. when her hands inevitably reach down to grasp at his hair, he pauses and grins--- “isn’t it a rush to have a god on his knees?”

[cthrsvs]

most knew jay to be the outgoing sort , the uninhibited type that people tended to label as charming or a delight to have as company . nonetheless all that was surface level , merely a face he would put on so he would be liked by the masses ; most wouldn't be as welcoming of his true reticent nature . sure , he could go on and on about the nature and events of his most recent romantic break up , however the deep history behind the locket so dear to him he didn't dare wear it out , for example , was off limits .

it was an unspoken rule people were quick to discover about him upon their first few interactions , yet some dared to test the boundaries and see just how far they could go behind enemy lines and peer into the true depths of his essence . at times he didn't mind , jay discovered that some things people could consider personal and private were of little value to him and he could readily expose them from the confines of his own mind . and jay adored astoria , loved having her company and at times humoured her attempts at chipping away the walls he hadn't realised had been built . unfortunately , now was not one of those times .

❝   one day you will overstep and i will not be so forgiving .   ❞ jay's voice went cold , a sort of cold it rarely got in the presence of others , away from the privacy and comforts of his own little world . but as quick as the ice set in did it melt and evaporate into thin air , as though the chill of its presence had come and gone like the wind . ❝   now , shall we have some tea ?   ❞ // @shexquisite​​ liked for a starter ( ☆ ) from { japheth yeo } ;; plotspiration from ( x )