#vampiyrus

[refabled]

no one asked, but here are some of fable's favorite things about her shipping partners ( part one ) :

@shemurder : how much goodness she has inside her, and how strong and resilient she is. and even when she's breaking down, fable can't help but admire her. she also adores morgana's smile, and hearing her laugh. it's probably one of her favorite sounds. @oathwilled : how safe paerin feels first and foremost, like a warm bed that you know will hold you up. but also, how much depth there is to him, as well. also, his voice. his voice is soothing and sexy all at once. there's also something to be said about his abilities as a fighter and a horse-rider that appeal to her, as well. @vampiyrus : how delightful astarion is to be around. he can always make her laugh or smile or blush so easily, and can make everything feel like an exciting journey to go on together. oh, and his eyes. they're bewitching, in a word. @stargroved : she adores amalthea's many sides. how she can be playful one moment, and then serious the next. also, her hair, for sure is a thing she loves playing with and running her fingers through. @scarbound : she loves how much astarion can understand and relate to her, and her to him. it feels like they're on the same wavelength often. and how gentle he can be with her, when it's so rare to see with anyone else. also, fable loves astarion's voice, and will ask him to read to her whenever she can.

[soulskept]

@vampiyrus : big bird , ajj

" it's harder to be yourself , than it is to be anybody else. i wish i were a little less of a coward. "

[merdeva]

@vampiyrus : ❝ you taste like heaven. ❞

❝ very clever, ❞ she laughs –– the sound rich and throaty–– as her thighs quiver from their perch over his shoulders. astarion's words send the best fucking vibrations up along her swollen clit. laid out on her pillows, her wings spread out behind her, she's never felt more the queen she knows she is than with this handsome man between her legs.

❝ hells, you're good with your tongue, ❞ inara groans, fingers carding through his hair, tightening at the roots. her free hand ghosts along her stomach, up to cup her breast. her skin ripples with gooseflesh, eyes darkening. a smug smirk winds onto her lips. ❝ can't help wondering if you're good enough to make me come, though... ❞

MORE SMUT : always accepting.

[roseguided-arch]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘 these days. after all, not everyone could understand what it’s like to suddenly be changed into something completely different. even six months after being turned, the woman has a hard time disconnecting to her precious humanity. while she no longer needs to breath, her skin is cold, & she sleeps her days away in a casket maeve still feels her humanity in her heart, in her personality. as new as she is, perhaps older vampires got irritated with just how human she was. it lingered in her tissues, in how she saw the world having not seen the past as well as the future.

@vampiyrus said, " STAY AS LONG AS YOU WANT. "

so many of their kind felt old fashioned, stuck even—like modern world was forced upon them instead of growing into it. palms smooth over the fabric of her jeans. the others words bring a slight smile, an ease to her tension shoulders. astarion had intimidated her, but maybe he isn’t as bad as he seemed. ❛ that’s real nice of you to offer, ❜ says maeve in a appreciative tone. now, she comes to sit across from him. ❛ not a lotta older vampires wanna have me around it feels like. they’re so . . grouchy & mean. ❜ her nose wrinkles, ❛ like they’re annoyed ‘cause I’m so new or something. ❜ as if she could help that aspect of her turning.

[shemurder-a]

@vampiyrus : "finally! where have you been? "

she freezes like she didn't expect to be caught. it was late enough in the night that she thought everyone would be asleep by now, but she should know better. he was a vampire — not only did he probably not sleep as much as the others, but he noticed things. it's a good thing this wasn't one of these nights where she was woken up by her butler, but she had snuck away because of her ... well, her urges. they had been acting up far worse tonight.

lips press together as she turns her body towards him and she feels her features are screaming guilty. ❛ i was ... just out by that little clearing. trying to clear my head from the entire mess of today. ❜ morgana feels like he knows she's lying, which is fair. he's caught her off guard. her head tilts and she lets a wry smile cross her mouth. ❛ but ... finally ? were you waiting for me? ❜

[merdeva]

@vampiyrus : liked.

she stares across at scratch, sleeping and peaceful, and closes her eyes against the torrent of violent thoughts that flood through her. her teeth clench, fingers curling into tight fists. she does not want to hurt the bloody dog. not for no good reason, anyway. still, the urge is overwhelming, her kneecaps and shoulders aching with the desire to rise and–– ❝ astarion, ❞ she calls out, standing abruptly. ❝ going on your nightly hunt? ❞ her lips twitch into a smile belying both frustration at herself, and abject relief from the malaise her own mind has subjected her to.

❝ I'd like to come with you. ❞ she steps up to him, her dark wings catching the moonlight. ❝ if you impress me enough, maybe I'll let you bite me instead tomorrow. how's that for a deal? ❞

[roseguided-arch]

@vampiyrus ASKED, 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔 / "𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆?"

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓, even for her at times. it’s often that alys has allowed herself to trust only to be let down. or worse. the worse has happened & because of this, she’s guarded. mind, body, & heart—all locked up with only her holding the key to unlike it to a worthy person. being worthy doesn’t mean just having trust, but something real. solid. meaningful in whatever form that comes in. ( men are the most untrustworthy of all, in her experience at least. they turn on you quicker than anyone else. it was men who struck her, men who beat her, men who hurt her for being a witch. ) ; hands dry themselves as she continues to put things away. the scent of burning candles fill her room, as well as their smoke & light. a great fire with a bubbling pot simmers near the wall warming the entire place. alys can’t help but pull a little grin, to try to stifle the snicker she wants to let out on instinct. ❛ i cannot trust you unless you provide reason to do so. ❜ says the witch, turning so green eyes focus on the man before her. chin tilted up to make eye contact with him, ❛ trust isn’t easy for me, i have my reasons. ❜ reasons she can’t say now. ❛ my trust must be earned, astarion. you have to mean it, to truly desire it. ❜ tone turns low for a moment, head tilting to the side ever slightly. ❛ do you desire it ? ❜

[persistentflower]

@vampiyrus :: " ooo don't get caught. " (It's Always Sunny starters)

❝ Oh, sweetheart, I don't plan to. ❞ Viollweydh smirks conspiritorially towards the fellow vampire spawn, chuckling despite the deep nervousness she felt because of her plan.

Or was it guilt for leaving her fellow spawn behind to face Cazador by themselves ? Perhaps both ?

❝ Why don't you come with me ? Four fangs are better than two. ❞ she offers, turning to face him fully. There is a playful lightness with her joke, but something pleading and urgent behind her eyes.