a) dittoing is official also google isn't marking it with the red squiggly line of doom so omg is it ACTUALLY official? #TheMoreYouKnow. but ANYWAY. u reblogged an ask meme. I am a simple, predictable needy wench: 9 For Cazriel b/c like that has happened before and we all know it, 12 for Rowcan b/c thou art a Queen, aaaaand 11 for Tarcien (these are options btw, not like... do ALL OF THESE MWUHAHAHA... although I'm not stopping you :P)
@squaddreamcourt omg I’m so glad someone added dittoing to the dictionary yes
and you know what, for making me T W O moodboards and making my heart explode I am going to feed all of your wenchy needs. But I’m also in a teasing mood so….
9. Cazriel: We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.
Azriel rolled his eyes for what felt like the ninth time in the span of two minutes.
Cassian did not shut up. He was practically giggling. His body kept bouncing against Azriel’s back in a supremely distracting way considering the situation they were in. He whisper-hissed to the general direction behind him, “you do realize that you just irrevocably damaged our relationship with the summer court, yes?”
”Eh, it wasn’t that great to begin with anyway.” Azriel squeezed his eyes shut in the blackness of whatever gods-forsaken broom closet they were stuck in. “You know, I spent four months preparing for this trip.” All for naught- as the lingering scent of burnt hair and rubble clung to Cassian’s clothes.
“I can make it up to you…” Cassian crooned in a sing-song voice.
“Aw c’mon,” Cassian said, already wrapping his hands around Azriel’s waist, gliding them down the front of Az’s hip bones. Azriel just made a disgusted noise. “They’re going to find us if you don’t quit.”
“I’m not worried. You’re very good at being quiet,” he said as he undid Azriel’s leathers just enough to jerk them down and pull out his cock and balls. The leather dug into tender skin below his sack, in a way Cassian knew he liked. Cassian used his forearms to pull Az even closer, forcing his wings into an awkwardly cramped position between them, creating a line of tension all the way down to his toes.
“I don’t know why I bring you along,” Azriel murmured while his head fell back against his brother’s shoulder. Cassian licked a lewd trail up the ridge of one wing, making his hips buck involuntarily into Cass’ hands.
“Someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble,” Cassian growled against his ear, giving the head of his cock a tight squeeze.
12. Rowcan: We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way
“What are you doing?” Lorcan hissed.
“I thought we were supposed to be exclusive lovers. Just playing my part.” Rowan pushed the alcove’s billowing curtain out of his face, again.
“Why are you acting like this? I just wanted to get that dignitary to set her designs on a different male for the evening.”
“Why would you want to? What’s to stop you.”
Lorcan’s face fell, and Rowan knew he’d said too much. Lorcan kept his eyes on the ground as he said, “you were exclusive already.”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, Lorcan.” And with that he pulled back the curtain to head down the long hall back to the ballroom.
Before he was able to take two paces, a hand gripped his wrist and yanked him back. He was shoved back against the wall but it was a needless act. Rowan didn’t resist for a moment, limp in Lorcan’s grasp. That is, until Lorcan pressed his mouth against his, his tongue already licking his lips aggressively.
Rowan grabbed a fistful of Lorcan’s hair and pulled him back. He didn’t say a word, just stared into Lorcan’s eyes. Lorcan’s heavy breaths slowed, his lids heavy. “I’m with you Rowan. I’m with you.”
Rowan gave a single nod, bringing Lorcan’s head centimeters closer. Lorcan pulled against the pressure, begging to be released. Instead, Rowan switched their positions and kissed right next to his ear before whispering, “let’s go. That’ll be message enough for that dignitary.”
He shoved the curtain aside and walked the opposite direction down the hall, with Lorcan’s hand planted firmly in his own.
11. Tarcien: You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now… (I am contractually obligated to tag Luna because she loves Tarcien @aedicn)
“As always High Lord, your assistance is greatly appreciated.” Lucien bowed deeply, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked up to where Tarquin stood. “Until we meet again.”
Tarquin watched the back of Lucien’s head as he ate up the long distance across the foyer in sure, long strides. His attendants held the large stone doors open for him, allowing the afternoon sunlight to pour into the room and cast Lucien’s lithe frame in sharp relief. Warm light was able to sneak between the strands of red and light up an orange glow around Lucien’s head. Tarquin clenched his hands, seized by a wave of undeniable tension.
Lucien only made it one step passed the threshold. “Lucien!” He called down from the curving staircase, perhaps slightly louder than necessary. The Fox turned around, eyebrows raised.
“I need to discuss one more matter with you before you return to Spring. Come up to my study.” He turned on his heel and entered his private study, walking directly to the arched opening that let in the warm sea breeze. When he heard footsteps he half-turned his head. “Close the door, please.”
He continued looking out to the water on the horizon, refusing the urge to look down at his hands. He sensed Lucien stop beside him, not quite two feet away. “You understand that my reign in this court is under constant scrutiny. That every decision I make is harshly criticized by every member of my court.”
Lucien took a half step closer. “I completely understand. I am well used to keeping my personal matters private. And out of the hands of those that might use it against me. Or others.”
Tarquin turned quickly to look at Lucien, surprised that he was able to catch on so quickly to the purpose of this conversation. Lucien’s golden eye missed nothing, and his russet one caught even more.
Tarquin pivoted to face Lucien fully, taking a half step closer as well. He wished he could see his face completely- be able to read his expression as well as Lucien could so clearly do to himself. Instead he was forced to trust his instincts and lean in.
He placed his knuckles under Lucien’s chin to tilt his head up as he pressed a light kiss to Lucien’s full lips. He pulled back slightly, looking into the more expressive eye for confirmation. Lucien leaned in a fraction, looking at his own mouth. When their lips met again, it was with surety; lips gliding together, melting into one another as they pressed in closer, Lucien’s hands on his waist, pressing their hips together. Tarquin slanted his head, savoring the taste of Lucien’s tongue, when his nose pressed into cool metal. He held Lucien’s head between two hands, reluctantly pulling back, giving Lucien a wry smile.
“I hate this thing,” Tarquin said as his fingers grazed the edges of the mask.
Lucien snorted. “You’ve only dealt with it for a minute- imagine how I feel.”
“I wish I could be able to see every expression that crosses your face tonight.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’m plenty expressive in other ways.”
