sharing,,,, a, blanket,,, for emeric(or Enric) and asma??? :tears: (and this Is Not Parsp, I Swear)
Prompt: Sharing A Blanket
Pairing: Asmameric (asmarath/emeric)
Word Count: 873
Fandom: VMV // @vampire-mythoverse
do yall ever write something and u die because u know u can do better but also ur tired and the thing ur writing is extremely late
yeah. im so sorry dhjdkkd
but hey, gay nerds amiright
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Lord Marquis Emeric liked to think he was a refined man. He was wealthy, he was powerful, fourth in the hierarchy of Eb's nobility. If he was lucky, then by year's end, he would be a duke instead of a marquis. He had servants, he had a manor, he had everything anyone could ever want and more. So, he liked to entertain the notion that he was refined, knowing full well that he most certainly was not.
Of course, being refined was really the only way to keep one's status. Respect was hard to come by these days, especially from the lower classes, but occasionally, from the higher ones as well. Perhaps that was why the very thought of respect fascinated Emeric so much.
It was to these thoughts that he mused over having his blanket stolen in the dead of night.
Now, he liked to think he could be refined when he wanted to, provided it was before midnight. Anything after that time was out of his hands. Unfortunately for one specific prinxe, it was after that specific time when they committed their crime of theft.
He hadn't heard the prinxe come in, but then again, he had been asleep. He did remember becoming aware when the mattress dipped beside him, and opening his eyes when the blanket above him was gently yanked away.
"Asmarath," he greeted tiredly, turning his head to face the half lidded eyes of the prinxe. Asmarath had somehow rolled themself up in the blanket, wings and all, and stared out of it back at the marquis. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I wanted to see you," Asmarath spoke, bluntly, and Emeric stared, blinking his exhausted eyes slowly.
He and Asmarath were friends, despite Eb's less than friendly approach towards those of their kind. The demon prinxe popping in for a visit wasn't uncommon, but they had never shown up during the night before. Unfortunately for Asmarath, Emeric was tired and very much mortal. So, instead of responding the way he usually might, he made a grab for the blanket, tugging fruitlessly at it.
"Asmarath, give the blanket back," he whined, weakly pulling at it while Asmarath watched, growing amusement on their face.
"Do you want to share?" Asmarath asked after a moment, and Emeric, too exhausted to even pretend to be scandalized, nodded his head. The prinxe smiled, shifting to free the blanket a little. As soon as they opened their arms, Emeric scooted closer, nestling underneath the warmth of the blanket and up close to the warmth of the prinxe.
Asmarath was warm, and Emeric sighed contentedly, snuggling up closer to the prinxe. Their arms wrapped around him, a hand burying itself in his thick, curled hair. He couldn't help but melt entirely into their embrace, letting them hold him close to them. Asmarath rumbled out a soft purr, and Emeric, still half asleep, let his eyes fall shut.
He woke slowly, to a knock at the door of his room. Keeping his eyes closed, he groaned, and snuggled closer to the one holding him close.
"Lord Emeric, are you awake yet?" A voice called from behind the door. "You have a meeting with the dukes in an hour, are you up?"
At that, Emeric sat up, startling Asmarath awake. He cursed softly to himself, and Asmarath blinked up at him, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. They opened their mouth, but before they could say anything to him, the door opened.
"Lord Emeric, you-" The attendant froze, eyes wide and staring at the demon prinxe in his lord's bed. Emeric sighed, composing himself enough to speak.
"Pierre, I will be handling myself today. Not a word of… this to anyone. Understood?"
Pierre nodded, squeaking out a soft apology. Still staring at Asmarath, he stepped out of the room and closed the door. When the valet was gone, Asmarath snorted, sitting up next to Emeric.
"Not a word? To anyone?" They teased, and Emeric threw a pillow into their face.
"Of course. You know how against Cirxia this country is. I would be highly discredited, perhaps even executed for associating with you," he sniffed, sliding out of bed and making his way across the room. Or rather, attempting to. Halfway across, cool brown arms gently wrapped themselves around his waist and held him in place.
"I know, I know," Asmarath murmured into his ear, and he shivered. "I just miss seeing you, is all."
"Enough to risk my death?" He asked, and despite himself, a smile came to his face. The prinxe pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"They wouldn't kill you. You're exaggerating."
"I am," he sighed, shaking his head just slightly. When Asmarath held him longer, he spoke again, looking over his shoulder at them. "Do you want to keep that blanket?"
The prinxe paused, looking at him and waiting for an explanation. At their confusion, he elaborated.
"Since you said you miss me, I thought… I don't know, perhaps it would help you when you're away from me. If you kept something of mine."
Asmarath's eyes widened, before they crinkled into a loving smile. The prinxe leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the Lord Marquis' forehead.
Sorry if this is annoying but could you tell us the names and roles of the characters from Mythoverse? Don't have to do all of them cuz there's kind of a lot but I've had difficulty finding info-?
from vampire-mythoverse?
YEAH THERES,,,, 151 CHARACTERS,,,,
but no problem! lets just do the ones everyone wants to know probably
firion: one of the vampire lords of eb, ranked fifth out of the six who compete for territory
emeric: mortal marquis of eb, is wildly interested in the shvarites (basically everyone who isn't mortal or magus)
daydre: mortal peasant, he runs a tavern in the peasant stonewater village in the country of eb
phantasy: turned vampire, he used to be a mortal and grew up with daydre before being turned into a vampire
suave: changeling, has a terrible past concerned lord firion and his son
necrosis: vampire lord of eb, he's ranked fourth of the six lords who compete for territory
cifix: royal guard of eb, he's in charge of guarding the peasant stonewater village of eb
crest: royal guard, he's in charge of guarding the peasant ivyfort village of eb
azure: royal guard, he guards the peasant brackenwall village of eb
sable: common vampire, he's part of the vampire lord coeur's coven
coeur: vampire lord of eb, ranked sixth of the six lords who compete for territory
i havent released much about anyone, that's probably why you can't find much info. the only stuff ive really released are the vmv drabbles ive written, and even then that's not much
but im always willing to spill all this over if yall ask! :>
