#venusphacelia

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@venusphacelia​ (🔪 /Knife1 of 5)

[blindedguilt-archived]

((@venusphacelia )) Feeds Leonard nice food she made cuz fren :3

After the disaster that was Caim's cooking (Read: “Cooking”), Leonard never thought he'd be so happy to have decent food. Though on the contrary, even the rations of berries and cooked squirrel he had often had during his time in the forest would have been heaven compared to the hell he just had to endure. Two was quick to receive his thanks and praises, the shaking, anxious tone that anyone who knew the hermit would have been keen to recognise lining his voice as he struggled not to look like a starving man in his last days in his attempt to wipe that godawful taste of blood and fur from his mouth. And although Leonard hardly ever hurried himself to eat, being a waste of nutrients and having always found more pleasure to generally be had in taking his time with whatever it was he was doing... Now was a rare exception.  With the nightmare finally forgotten, the hermit took a deep breath and straightened himself up, his head still lowered. Leonard cleared his throat before speaking. “I am truly thankful to be acquainted with someone so kind. Please forgive my rudeness, it is just... There was an unfortunate experience earlier. That is all...”

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@venusphacelia​ continued from here.

As she rested against Two, one could swear that Three was just getting ready to pass out, yet, that moment never came even if the violet haired woman fell silent for a moment.

Instead, the sound of her scissors is what broke the silence for a second, before she let her weight to fall against her older sister slightly.

“I’m tired...I’ve had to work a lot lately...it was fun...but it’s tiring...” With a yawn finally escaping her lips, the Intoner leaned back, and held back from yawning again.

“I get so excited over it that I forget to sleep...” One could guess from it that she possibly ALSO forgot to eat and drink.

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@venusphacelia​ :: INTONER TWO

【His breaths heaved yet went nearly unheard. His hands shook, trembled, but not out of fear. No... The scene was nothing short of horrific. Blood. So much blood. At first glance, one would be hard pressed to believe it didn’t come from a gathering of people. It was only from two, one more than the other. He had hoped that the other would put up a fight. The scrap was more brief than he would have liked. And yet he was pleased that the other had fallen. A chest that already looked as if it was patched up before now split open, steel dyed crimson pulled from one of many punctures recently created. There was joy, perverse and vile. The dead was not only a guardian but a disciple, proven by the name upon his dying breath: “Lady Two...”

Although pleased, his once-grinning lips had pressed into a line. Their duel was in her name, done under her witness. Once he remembered that, the raven turned from the fallen dove to face the Intoner. Slow steps carried him across the threshold between them. At last... Caim’s steps ceased once within arm’s length. Bloodlust tingled in his hands, almost wanting to put her to the sword as well. But his desires had lowered him to a kneel, bowing his head to her with the respect a knight would display to a queen. She was not his to end... he was hers to take.】

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Starter for @venusphacelia​

It was the time for Three to visit the Land of Sands, not exactly because she wanted to, but more so because One sent her to bring Two a few more soldiers...abominations- the usual.

Deep inside, however, even when her obsession for her dolls usually surfaced the most, the younger Intoner ended up appreciating the visits to her sisters. Wanting it or not, they were still her sisters...and she loved them.

As usual, Three would arrive to the entrance of the Shrine of Sands, ordering for her guards to wait outside while they kept an eye on the various cages that she could bring here.

It’s not like it was difficult to hear her coming, either. As she stumbled upon the halls, her scissors and her heels could be heard breaking the silence of the place...too silent at the moment, in fact.

Yet, she walked, hoping her older sister would eventually notice her presence.

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@venusphacelia​ :: in Two fashion she offers a nicely cooked meal and a cake! Happy Birthday!

【The scents of the meal were enticing and like a moth to flame did Caim come closer. The sight was just as pleasant. If the filling she’d conjured before was hint enough, the meal would be exquisite. Yet the idea of it was its own repellant. Fine meals were not his reality, not in the long years after the fall of his home, his world, his peace. He did not wish to think of such again, not until he had settled his revenge. His hunger had nearly won... until he had spotted the cake.

Plates filled were quickly overturned. The effort wasted within moments. The woman was kind but ignorant and it was for that she paid a price she did not deserve. Gloved fingers closed as he lowered his now balled fist. A glare was cast at the Intoner, insult in his eyes as he shook his head. For the best that Caim chose to walk away.】

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@venusphacelia :: 28) .for sender to bite and lick at the edge of receiver’s ear.

And I apologize for nothing.

Licking and Biting [meme] :: No Longer Accepting

【He should have known. Or perhaps ignorance was a decent enough excuse. It was in his nature, his desires to need to serve an Intoner. And yet he did not have in his grasp exactly what that had meant. There would be no contesting it, of course. Why would he do such a thing after obtaining what he wanted? Maybe it was the truth of him, the bird he once was, that kept his wants within the simplistic. To say that Caim was prepared to face an Intoner’s own desires would have been an outrageous lie. He had seen Lady Two behave in a manner like this before... but he did not expect it to transfer from the deceased Cent to him. He had, however, expected Two to make known her whims. Certainly she did not want to do everything...

Caim’s thoughts abruptly ceased, his body tensing from the teeth catching his ear. It was swift but not painful and he could swear it tingled. Or was it just the flicker of tongue that followed the bite? How she purred and held him close as if he were truly the one she loved. The sweet tone she took as she spoke... Hands. Her hands traveled. Not once had he stopped her. He adored it. He adored what this behavior meant, that this was him becoming her disciple fully. Him replacing the other entirely. That alone was enough to pull his lips into a smile and encourage his own hands to wander.】

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@venusphacelia​ :: 🥘 🐚 👓 coming at ya!

Even More Unusual Asks [meme] :: Accepting

🥘- Is Caim good at cooking? What is the best dish he has made. Alternatively, how bad is he at cooking? What’s the worst dish he’s made?

I cannot say that I am either good nor bad. I can manage should the need arise.

🐚- When treasure hunting, what does Caim look for? Stuff that sparkles and shines or dusty ancient relics?

I don’t recall ever doing so for leisure. 【As usual, a frown had fit itself upon Caim’s face.】 What few that have had my service for it ask for trinkets akin to waste.

👓- How good is Caim’s eyesight? Do you ever need glasses for anything?

My eyesight is clear. I’ve no issues with it.