#vrclok

[m0usytm]

[ WASH ]: sender begins to wash the receiver’s hair.

she had never been taught to properly care for her hair , having it always be a tangled mess that she would conceal her face behind most of the time . this was different , since someone else was tending to it , lightly running their fingers through it as they massaged in the shampoo tenderly . she sighs as she closes her eyes , leaning her head back against his bare chest , having her lashes flutter closed . // && @vrclok

[antioceas]

"I promise you, you will come to love me." (For Cal)

Oh, she had heard that before.

"That's not funny. Could you please just... unlock that door?" Maybe if she played it off as a joke, things would end better. Maybe her life wouldn't be at stake then. Calondra took tiny steps towards the door, not letting the smile fall from her lips just yet.

[antioceas]

"Happy birthday, my dear child," the Count smiled as he held a package in his hands. "Did you believe I'd forget?" (for Luna)

"You... got me a gift?" Luna gasped, carefully taking the package in he hands, "... You really didn't have to, Mister Domingo... it's not that important."

[antioceas]

🚼 Calondra x Domingo

[m0usytm]

💭

" I do not k -- know w -- what to m -- make of him . he b -- both f -- frigh -- frightens me , yet .... I h -- have never felt more a -- alive . " // && @vrclok

[m0usytm]

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this. // && @vrclok

the proximity between them was closing little by little , until Valerie was near flush against him . perhaps she was being a bit much , her hips moving themselves against his , doing what she could to diminish any gap there is . she need him , she needs this ; she never allows herself to want a thing , but this . . . she craves it , she craves him . she yearns to feel something again , to reignite herself from this numb sensation and bring herself back to life . " p -- please . "

[antioceas]

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline (for Cal)

"Oh..." She whispered, instintictively tilting her head back to expose that beautiful pale white throat for him. Red eyelashes fluttered in the low light, as she leaned in closer to Domingo. He felt so... good. And it felt so right to melt under his commanding touch. Like being directed into the right place for her after running from one terror to the next.

"S-sorry, sorry... Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." Calondra whispered, pulling back with a reddened face, "I shouldn't be tempting you like this. Like... I'm doing now."

[antioceas]

Book!

The Princess and the Pea.

It was late at night and Calondra, after many hours of traveling was finally ready to drift off into slumber. Or she would have been. But, ever so faintly at first, a soft wailing sound could be heard creeping between the floorboards. At first, she wondered if it was just the wind or maybe some distant wolves - that alone sent chills down her spine. But, as the sound grew louder, she was ever the more sure - someone was crying. And not just someone, a child.

Had the Lord of the house even mentioned children? As much as she searched her memory, nothing came to mind. Still, what sort of woman would let a child weep and not go to comfort?

So, Calondra rose to her feet, not even bothering to cover herself beyond her nightgown as she searched the halls with a candlestick for the source of the noise.