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Up to draw my lovely Characters Alatum and his partner in crime Parum?
Their current states in the void. //idunnohowtodrawblood*cough*
leaving the rp world!
Because it's time.
The icy chill of the Scottish morning crept up on you like an old friend, slowly traveling up your spine, shivers rising from the back of your neck, hairs pricked up, skin roughly alert to the touch. It was nothing special- just a cold that painted lips purple and cheeks pale, one that clinked teeth and vibrated even through thickly gloved fingers, but it was enough to make you think of him.
And all of a sudden you went from the temperate ripples across the black lake to last night, to battles between lips and wrists pulsing violently, to greedy hands searching for skin to break in the dead of night, to the sound of his whispers of fear and anger in your ear and the way it made your heart race that much faster. You could still feel his hair pulled and laced between your fingers, triggering a clutch reaction. You hated that he did this. That he sprung on you out of nowhere, that even here on a morning impregnated with a calm like no other where one could hear the natural movement of the trees he was burning in your eyes and bitter in your mouth, that he managed to haunt you even in your loneliest hour.
You wanted to drag your nails across his unreasonably handsome face. You wanted to pull his hair and break his teeth- you wanted to destroy him. You wanted him to feel the ruin he brought about you.
Because it wasn’t fair. He transformed you into something beastly, something greedy and selfish with dark, dripping desires. Because this wasn’t you. You were better than this; you were stronger than this. He was beneath you. Lust was beneath you. You were not such a yielding thing that gave him the power to weaken your knees at the sight of his toothy smile, to blind you with ecstasy and disillusions of control. This was not you.
Or perhaps it was, and you were only just finding out.
Fabian Fortescue (17, Hufflepuff) - moodboard