Feb 22, 2023
koschei & evelyn
and if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes & repent a webweave for @verdraste
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koschei & evelyn
and if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes & repent a webweave for @verdraste
& my death will be a shrine to your name ft. @verdraste . . . a soundtrack for andraste's chosen & the deathless maleficar
🥀 ACT I. and so is the golden city blackened with each step you take in my hall. marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. you have brought sin to heaven. ( threnodies 8:13 )
✧ . ⧽ dynamic playlist ❈ ft. fergus & evelyn , (@verdraste )
this isn't my idea, the swan princess: long before they met / derek and odette were destined to be wedded / however anyone could see / the only point on which they didn't disagree / was that the very thought of summertime / was dreaded / she tries to talk me into playing dress-up / she's always flirting with the castle guards / i think you really sorta like her, 'fess up / i'd like her better if she'd lose at cards
something there, beauty & the beast : there's something sweet and almost kind / but he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined / and now he's dear and so unsure / i wonder why i didn't see it there before / she glanced this way, i thought i saw / and when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw / no, it can't be, i'll just ignore / but then she's never looked at me that way before
alone together, bridgerton unofficial musical: alone together / in the gallery / and she's just out of reach / alone together / and just for a moment / feels like I'll never be alone again / i'll never be alone again / whenever she's close / wherever she goes / i wanna be near / the deal was proposed / but I didn't know just how I'd feel / alone together / something is different than it was before / it was so innocent / now that it's intimate / i want more
can't pretend, tom odell : feel, my skin is rough / but it can be cleansed / it can be cleansed / and my arms are tough / but they can be bent / they can be bent / and I wanna fight / but i can't contend / i guess that's love / i can't pretend / i can't pretend
falling slowly, once the musical: and games that never amount / to more than they're meant / will play themselves out / take this sinking boat and point it home / we've still got time / raise your hopeful voice / you have a choice / you'll make it now / falling slowly / eyes that know me / and i can't go back / and moods that take me and erase me / and i'm painted black / well, you have suffered enough / and warred with yourself / it's time that you won
✧ . ⧽ dynamic playlist ❈ ft. koschei & evelyn , ( @verdraste )
send ♫ for a dynamic playlist ♔. from the hoard : evelyn trevelyan ( @verdraste ) ft. asteria , accepting
001. hope ur ok, olivia rodrigo : my middle school friend grew up alone / she raised her brothers on her own / her parents hated who she loved / she couldn't wait to go to college / she was tired 'cause she was brought / into a world where family was merely blood / does she know how proud i am she was created / with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred / we don't talk much but i just gotta say / "i miss you, and I hope that you're okay"
002. the archer, taylor swift : combat / i'm ready for combat / i say i don't want that / but what if i do? / 'cause cruelty wins in the movies / i've got a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you / easy they come / easy they go / i jump from the train / i ride off alone / i never grew up / it's getting so old / help me hold onto you / i've been the archer / i've been the prey / who could ever leave me, darling? / but who could stay?
[ maybe ] ✧. prompt : evelyn trevelyan ( @verdraste ) ft. fergus , accepting
it was enough of a risk for scandal that evelyn should be hunting game with benedict and fergus unchaperoned. the former was nowhere to be seen ( likely stopped trying to keep up three fallen stags ago) and now, where did that leave the duke ? taking a breather by a creek, alone with a lady who pretends at a courtship with him, and yet asks for a kiss. for practice, she says, as if they were still discussing the methods of marksmanship; as if getting caught engaging in such an act wouldn't condemn them both to the ton's scrutiny and land fergus in the exact situation he had wanted to avoid: a forced marriage.
yet the suggestion isn't met with an immediate rejection. there's the briefest weakness of consideration when his gaze falls to her pink-petaled mouth; taunting him with a nascent curl that would almost seem to know what sort of mischief it could rouse . . . propriety wins that battle by the skins of its teeth when he mutters: ❛❛ be sensible, miss trevelyan. you know i can't abide that idea. ❜❜ nonetheless, evelyn was determined to skirt respectability in the name of her curiosities. on the turn of her heel, he barely hears a word except fine and ask benedict. there, she strikes the intended chord with startling precision.
as if possessed by someone or something else, fergus catches her wrist, reels her back, and cinches her close by the waist; the usual warmth of his voice falls closer to a brigadier's commanding edge: ❛❛ you'll do no such thing. ❜❜ if she insisted on the matter, if anyone other than a husband was to claim the memory of her first kiss, it should be him, not anyone else. the way a pulse quickens beneath a gentler hand's climb up the plane of her neck, the way his palm fits seamlessly against the length of her jawline and curve of her cheek, seems to agree that no one else was better suited to the task.
❛❛ besides, a kiss is not something to be learned or practiced. ❜❜ fixated once more, his thumb is the first to test the imagined softness with an intimate, feather-light drag across her bottom lip. then he murmurs, leaning close enough that noses could touch: ❛❛ it's something one gives in to. ❜❜ the brush of his lips against hers teases and waits for her natural response; that wish from a well that went deeper than curiosity. and the second he feels it's nothing but her desire that reaches for him, he kisses her; a sunlit languor that builds up to a fiercer warmth, burns through the final dredges of any reluctance and sense. and what a sin it is indeed, he thinks, that a mouth this sweet should have waited this long to be touched; that a woman this divine should even need a ruse to draw the attention of more suitable gentlemen.
🎞️ ext. nonverbal prompt ─ ft. koschei & evelyn @verdraste : (35)
moonlight spills from the window to skim a cold blue palm over the exposed skin and folding spaces between them, and koschei watches how it pools in the dip of her clavicle, the rise and fall of her shallow breathing. he wonders where she might be. if a facsimile of him and what they'd done still follows her into the places he can't reach: into the fade, into dreaming. then he's gripped by a sudden aversion to this scene. the inquisitor was finally asleep, and he'd overstayed the tryst.
he makes to ease out from under the furs, careful not to stir her awake. but then evelyn shifts, curling against the edge of her strange lover's umbral shape like a burning corona, and he blinks in the dark. his entire body tenses and ossifies, feeling as if moving would be an offense. and as if in answer, her hand and cheek settle on the cool marble of his chest with a sleep-bitten mumble that sounded something like stay. there's still a choice to deny her request, and yet he capitulates. melts back into place, if only to avoid any unpleasantness later, he rationalizes.
but when his arm finally wraps around her, when they mold together in a way that does not chase pleasure, only closeness and comfort, the warmth that seeps in doesn't just penetrate the skin. it sinks into the marrow. spreads into the blood. beats in the chest. and he knows, to his dread, that he'd damned himself to this. that she's not something he'll be able to let go of so soon.
🎞 ext. nonverbal prompt ─ ft. fergus & evelyn @verdraste : ( 16 )
there's a loneliness lodged in him like a knife between the ribs, and out of prudence, or perhaps punishment, fergus chooses to leave it where it is. pretending petty games and lingering glances don't mean more than they do. pretending he was impervious to the gravity of evelyn's charm, and that a marriage built on happiness and affection would remain unsought for as long as he held breath. he cannot say what fells the charade tonight. only that he did not want to let go of the teyrna's hand after the fete's last dance; that something shifted between them somewhere along their conversation; and that he did not wish for the evening to end with a bid of good night before the usual retreat to their separate rooms.
that truth dithers quietly between the heartbeat of the night. but evelyn is keen and she hears it; how hesitation grips the routine from his throat when they reach her chambers. his silent plea for continuity. before he can even think to reconsider, her fingertips leap at the chance to snare him, pressed warm against the v-shaped opening of his shirt. there, his heart leaps and hammers as she pushes him into her door's arching threshold. the intent is evident, even in the dark, when the shadow of her mouth parts and hovers dangerously close to his own.
what happens next is only natural and no more than a curiosity that can be explored and then annealed. so he thinks. but the moment he dares to lean in turn and his lips brush and tug at hers, it sets a spark that does not feel so simple. nor is it curiosity that instinctively compels him to grip at evelyn's waist, but a desperation. to reel and cinch her against his body in a way he'd been vying to for far longer than he'd care to admit. the warmth and scent of her is overwhelming, and the feel of how soft and malleable she is beneath his touch and against his lips, gives way to a kiss that catches fire. that speaks of desire as an invasion. of a knife being accidentally dislodged and the unyielding spillage that follows. it yearns for closeness, for entry, for the sweet sigh of her mouth and forgets for the moment why he'd ever be ashamed of this. why he would ever deny himself something so perfect.