#verse. modern.

[deathschallenger]

someone said vampire werewolf bride situation. i said yes. // @deathsconsort

this has to be some sort of cosmic joke, he's dressed in a tuxedo standing in front of a preacher with his best friends beside him. except he's never imagined himself married. dead? well, more dead? yeah. on a battlefield? definitely. but fuckin' standing in front of a preacher with a satin ribbon around his neck as he fights the urge to flee.

ironically, he doesn't want to flee out of concern for himself. but out of concern for the woman he's to wed. he's seen her a few times. the sort of woman that prince's got to marry, people like rhysand, even bastards like azriel. the kind of woman who marries vampires who carry themselves like royalty. not the kind of woman who marries the turned bastard of a whore and her customer.

this line of thinking has his fangs extending, pricking at the soft flesh inside his lower lip. a deep breath. a breath that brings to his nostril the overwhelming scents of humanity. this was a fair trade they'd said. one of their women, for one of the advisors of the vampire court.

azriel's affection lay elsewhere, and honestly no one could make him do anything he didn't want to do. and rhysand? well after his last fifty years, he'd deserved a break. so. cassian had volunteered. sure maybe he wasn't a catch. but he had position. he'd take care of her. and he knew he'd never force this bride into anything she didn't consent to.

his single rule and insistence had been, she consents to this wedding, this marriage.

and, he'd been surprised when she had.

now she's walking down the aisle, a vision in white and lace. her silver ice eyes shining through the veil. he can feel that gaze. he can feel the hidden claws beneath her skin as she takes his arm. they haven't given him just a human bride. they've given him a she wolf.

rhysand scents it at the same time cassian has made his realisation, but his eyes shift to his friends. an infinitesimal shake of his head. there's a reason. there's a reason she's here. there's a reason she agreed to this. and rhysand steps back.

the vows go as vows do. and all cassian remembers is the words he finaly murmurs.

' i do. '

and hers in return.

[ebnaril]

being a dragon isn't easy, especially when you look like a human. (well ... more or less.) they continuously forget they look mostly normal -- sure, a tall albino with the almost-yellowish eyes isn't super normal looking, but in comparison to a 40-foot-long crystal dragon, it's convincing enough. besides, they've seen way freakier looking humans in new york. -- thank the gods for that. but this ... this individual seems like something entirely new. quartz-like eyes glitter in the night, studying @nightwatchr with draconic curiosity. "this may seem like a most peculiar question, & i do invite honesty, but ..." an entirely reptilian tilt of the head. "are you some sort of dragon?"

[heartate-aa]

@kalokaii​  gets a lyric starter for widowmaker  !

               “     should i walk away while i’m still standing   ?     ”     a simple hypothetical,   yet a tempest of complexity in what seemed like an effortless yes or no,   but as ahri has come to learn,   nothing in this world is ever so easy.   she has spent centuries watching as humanity evolved and decayed.     “     should people fight until it’s over or pull back   ?   what will be left to fight for if no one remains   ?     ”

[heartate-a]

@qinqovj.    //   starter call.

               𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧,  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 of their horror,  if they knew their deepest desires walked the earth hidden in the shadows,  beyond crooked corners,  right amongst them in the hearts of their crowds.  they dreamt of these creatures of the night,  demons and beasts,  and little did they know just how real they all were.  ahri was careful,  almost meticulously so,  in not being caught,  in being remained undetected,  unsuspecting,  from the human eye.

and yet,  there she stood,  rich,  warm blood dripping from the corners of her mouth down her chin,  beneath another’s enchanting gaze.  the hairs upon her ears prickled and stood to attention as a shiver raced down her space.  she,  a being of great power,  could sense someone else inhuman,  their very aura,  from a great ways away.  her upper lip began to rise and twitch in disdain.  this trail in the forest was one left untraveled,  some place hikers wound up lost and alone,  perhaps left to dehydrate and starve if they couldn’t find their way out before nightfall  ----  what better place was there to leave behind the entrails of those wicked she fed upon  ?

raising her arm,  ahri swiped the trickling trail of blood from her chin and popped her finger into her mouth.  golden eyes remained fixated upon him,  and her tails fanned out behind her,  inadvertently covering the corpse lying atop the bed of stone.    “    what,  you aren’t going to alert the authorities,  are you  ?  he deserved to be eaten.  no one would miss someone like him.  he’s best to be left to fertilize these grounds and give life back to the earth.  it’s the least he could do,  even in death.    ”

[exxcinere]

@dadadaemons​ / sc.

oh... oh. he hadn’t expected to see her here. coffee almost falls from his hands, cup halfway to his mouth as crimson hues go wide at the sight of the girl. hell, he’d almost run into her. turning around that quickly, wireless headphone in one ear, head in the clouds. but he stops. he looks down. and his heartbeat races. heat rushes to his cheeks, giving bronzed tone a dusting of pink.

those eyes. was it the eyes? it had to be. he was a sucker for pretty eyes, and hers always seemed to shine the prettiest when she looked up. he swallows, hard, remembering the last time he saw her - remembering the pile of trash that went up in flames, because of him.

“... yuna,” is all he can manage, voice hardly a croak. “... hi.”

[heartate-aa]

@umbane.

               𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 rolling across her bare arms and kissing the soft skin of her cheeks,   blowing through her cascade of rippling hair.   it’s clear that everyone else felt similarly by the beautifully infectious grins plastered across their countenances that stretched from ear to ear.   ahri has a spring to her step,   a cheer   -   filled hop and skip in the pure delight blossoming from her heart filled with raw,   unadulterated love for the sun’s glowing warmth.   the only thing that could brighten her day even more is . . . 

a dog   !   it is,   quite possibly,   the cutest dog ahri has ever laid her eyes on.   the loud and piercing squeal that tears from her throat couldn’t have been suppressed,   even if she had been cognizant enough of its arrival.   her feet are moving before her mind could have a say in the matter,   racing as she bounds towards the divinely soft and fluffy animal.   she coos and sighs,   completely ignoring the man holding the dog.   she doesn’t notice him,   really.   her lips push into an adoring pout.     “     wow   !   you’re just . . . so cute   !     ”

[heartate-aa]

@ahkali​   sent   :   "Ahri." She is pouting and looking like a huffy child, "Tell them they can't join the band, you're the leader!" She paused for a moment, "Especially Zed, he's too edgy. He wears more eyeliner than Evie." Another pause, "But maybe he can finally find someone and stop being so grumpy."

               𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠,   𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧,   𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 desperate beating of a bird’s wings taking off for flight.   her eyes are wide in astonishment at akali’s sudden outburst,   but it isn’t long before an amused smile twists the corners of her mouth.   a slender hand falls to rest upon the soft curve of her hip as she tilts her head to the side in the lift of her eyebrow.   light,   breathy laughter flitters past her lips,   the faint brush of a fleeting ghost.

“     ha   !   sorry,   ‘kali,   but   . . .   i don’t think i’d say no to zed.   i like his look.   i wouldn’t be mad if he wanted to come sit with us.     ”

[heartate-aa]

@shadowhelmed​   sent   :   " there's no way I can hide these marks... " but kayn got hurt in some really himbo way and ahri was there to laugh at him     //    morning after starters,   accepting.

               𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲,   𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝,   but now   ?   right now   ?   she is struggling,   and absolutely failing in the most beautifully shameless way.   she snickers quietly at first as she stares at him and the scratches and bruises littering the expanse of his skin before bursting into loud,   cacophonous,   deafening,   laughter.   pressing her lips together,   she tries so hard to hold it in,   but she snickers and giggles yet again,   even throwing her back as she wheezes and sighs.   back pressed against the floor,   she holds her hands to her stomach and heaves a deep breath in and out and sits up and gives kayn a good look.

“     oh,   come on,   stop your crying,     ”     ahri says,   reaching out to give his cheek a soft tug.     “     stay here.     ”     hopping to her feet,   her tails are a blur behind her as she runs out to grab her go   -   bag,   and comes back,   tearing into the room like a tempest on a mission.   brushes and beauty blenders in hand,   she falls to her knees and scoots up to him,   grabbing his face.     “     today,   you’re going to learn the magic of foundation.   we’re going to hope and pray that i can mix them up enough,   and with a little bit of bronzer,   to match your skin in a natural way.   better than nothing,   right   ?   now,   sit still.   behave   !   or you’ll have another mark to worry about.     ”