#voicelesshatred

[strongcrimsonwings]

@voicelesshatred

Angelus rested her snout in Caim's lap and purred. "When will this war end? I only desire to live in peace with you, Caim." After a moment, she muttered, "Who would have known I would have fallen for a foolish human like you...." She sighed.

[darkmissionary]

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[angetoile]

voicelesshatred asked:

【With little warning is Aerith grabbed by the bicep. Caim leans in as if he's ready to divulge a secret... only to press his branded tongue to her cheek.

He licked her, therefore she is his.】

“Eh?”

Aerith didn’t have time to process what had just transpired. The grip to her arm was familiar, but the wetness to cheek was not. Eyes wide, she stared straight ahead for a good moment, and then turned her head.

“Caim, did you just...” With a smile, she leaned in and gave his cheek a reciprocated lick and giggled. “Right back at you!”

[ornot2be]

“How many of those do you have?”

[blindedguilt-archived]

📝+ Furiae

(Send 📝 + A character for me to try writing that character!) Since when was the day she had first known? Most days Furiae wondered if, by some chance, she had always been like this. But it only took a moment before she began to backtrack against such a conception with a single question: Then why did she know? Why did she know this wasn't normal? It was the very thing that kept her hesitance from thinking any further than the initial strike when those thoughts entered her head. She knew that there were "normal" sibling relationships, and it was in that knowledge that she knew that she couldn't have been this way from birth. Surely, as much as she wished it were, it wasn't natural. This was something that had to be fixed, which is what Furiae struggled dearly with for as long as she could remember. She remembered asking herself, 'Why?' at least every other night when she was by herself, reprimanding herself at first for each and every thought and fighting to redirect herself. At the same time she knew of the normal bond between siblings, she had come to realise that she had gone so far and long that she had lost all knowledge of what that "normal bond" had even looked like to begin with. From what she could remember, in it's earliest days those feelings had shown themselves in the form of nothing more than simple observances. He had always been like a knight and gentleman to her, helping her up when she stumbled, doing the brunt of difficult and labourous tasks where her own body couldn't - The two shared jokes together, played, chatted and shared secrets. He was nothing but kind and patient to her, even in the times she couldn't be with him. Perhaps she was perplexed at first that she was the only one who seemed to see those good qualities in him. The other women of the court always seemed so quick to call him things like "Boorish" and "Violent", whispering to each other of his "Obsession with the blade" - Though in Furiae's eyes, she had only seen a burning passion the likes that no one else had seemed to possess in the wish to fight for glory and honour. 'Had I been among them...' Furiae would think, glancing over from her mother's side. He was such a gentle-hearted and charming older brother, undeserving of the misplaced slander that those potential "Brides" had put so unfairly on his reputation, that Furiae just knew she had to protect him. "At least until someone worthy comes to his side," she thought to herself - And until that day would come (And eventually even then, selfishly she began to hope that it didn't), the only one worthy of her brother's affections would be her. She would be his Queen. ... If only she had the chance. Perhaps, in retrospect, that simple vow was where it had all begun. When the day had come that the doomed Goddess seal had been placed upon her, the fallen princess had realised completely then that the world truly only sought to keep her from attaining happiness. She really couldn't have anything, could she? Her family. Her country. Her home. Her betrothed. Her brother. And as if the tragedy itself hadn't been enough, she would be sentenced to live out the rest of her days reflecting on those losses from an isolated prison - With quite literally the weight of the world on her shoulders. Furiae cast a final, longing look towards Caim from over her shoulder as she was lead away by the priests. She wondered if this would be the last time she ever saw him... Though her expression saddened, and her lips parted as if in protest as she was ushered on, no words came out. She wished that, for just once, she could protest. To protect, fight back and have at least one tiny little thing, even if it was a hope she knew would fall diminished - But it was always out of her hands. ...So in an act of final, stifled revolution against this world that denied her happiness, Furiae decided to keep loving anyway.

[timelessdelusion]

“Caim!”

The young boy had hurried to the swordsman eagerly, clutching something to his chest. “I, um!! Have something for you! Angelus mentioned it’s a special day for you so-!”

Wrapped up in leaf litter to the best of his ability in an attempt to look like a present, he held up the book shaped object. Inside would be Seere’s attempt at creating a sign language for Caim, with the best drawings a six year old could muster. He spent a lot of time on this.

@voicelesshatred

[drachenblood]

         “ Like as not, you’ll find no friends within these walls. Lest you misunderstand, though most would honor the peace we have with dragonkind, old hatreds are not so easily forgotten. ”  / @voicelesshatred​

[kinships]

@voicelesshatred​

“Caim-san! I’ve brought you a gift!” Holding out a small white board, she grins. “You can write on it and erase it when you’re done! That way if miss Dragon isn’t around, you can still talk!”