#vl;r

[udvalentine-blog]

“What more do you want from me?”

      [ ♡ ]—there is a feral glint in valentine’s emerald hues.

“i don’t know, really.” he pins the other’s thin wrists over his head with one hand, his other hand tracing a gentle line down the other’s torso with an index finger. he straddles the shorter, slighter boy upon his bed, and he hovers over his form, a teasing smirk gaining permanence on his ruby lips. “a reaction? emotion?”

the crown prince ducks down and plants kisses upon cecil’s neck–soft, lingering pecks with gentle nibbles in between, leaving marks that would not be seen until closer inspection. his hand, learned and sure, travels further down south, teasingly stopping once it hovers upon the servant’s crotch. cheeky as ever, he smiles with his eyes as he gives his clothed length a light rub–practically a gasp more than a touch.

“just,” his green eyes gleam in the dimly lit room. “something.”

[udvalentine-blog]

“How was I supposed to know?”

     [ ♡ ]—valentine looks at the shattered jar on the carpeted floor, his prized collection of diverse colored eyes plopping around the plush crimson like tadpoles in bloody shallow water. he clenches his fists to still his temper. there is a murderous glint that passes through his emerald hues. he is not pleased, yet it does not show on his visage. 

in the gardens, a poor robin is crushed by a shadowy tendril.

“good princesses do not sneak in their big brothers’ rooms, dear sister.” his eyes are squinted into crescents that were too jovial to be true, his lips curled in a much too peaceful grin. “especially in their hidden chambers.” 

valentine steps forward, and his face darkens as he looks down on his sibling.

“now.” his voice is deep, a far cry from the sweetness his baritone usually carries, and his face is set into an icon of utter stoicity. “help me clean up.”

[udvalentine-blog]

"Do you trust me?"

     [ ♡ ]—”i mean no offense, but no. not really, milady.” valentine attempts a small smile at the maiden, hoping to not seem rude, but he does not really trust the list of ingredients she had suggested to complete his experimental potion. “you see, the last time the other flower gave me something new…” he pauses, thinking it best to not continue his tale. “never mind that.” he inhales, pursing his ruby red lips before going on with his sentence. “are you sure this would make a better preservation fluid than my own recipe?”