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SINCLAIR PORTIER /// vampire oc inspired by the underworld franchise. hated by kay. est 06/2020 , brought to indie 10/2020. ♰ highly selective ♰ mutuals only ♰ 21+plus only ! ♰

[thirdwoe]

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖉𝖜𝖔𝖊 --- & when the woeful events are through , it will mean that god on earth is over.

welcome to thirdwoe ; an independent horror & supernatural roleplay blog ft. an original character ( sinclair portier ) inspired by the underworld franchise , & written by 𝕜𝕒𝕪. this blog is highly selective , low to medium activity , mutuals only , & strictly 21+ only. mun is 29 , uses she/they pronouns , & resides in est. this blog will frequently feature triggering content. 

here’s his navigation page , please go over his rules & about before following.

you can also find me h e r e !

[rpmemes-galore]

reblog if your muse is   ( D R A M A T I C ™ ) 

[firegfarchive-deactivated202106]

when men wear black turtlenecks. ok whore

[thirdwoe]

@becomesdeath 😘

[thirdwoe]

i’m kicking around , but i don’t rly have the spoons for things. i’ve had a really hard day today & i’m just ~ not feeling it ~. i’m not ignoring anyone’s drafts , i’m just uwu having a hard time.

[thirdwoe]

                                   A E R A & S I N C L A I R ;

𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓮    𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮    𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼    𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭    𝓪𝓼    𝓽𝓱𝓮    𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓶    behind    sinclair’s    impact    allows    aera    to    gracefully    flip    mid-air    until    the    sudden    CLICK    of    heels    hitting    asphalt    follows    soon    enough    ;    knees    bend    to    absorb    the    shock    of    the    collision    &    as    the    elder    vampire    easily    catches    herself    until    she    stands    poised    ,    coiled    tight    &    ready    to    strike    with    fangs    steeped    in    venom    ,    aera    cannot    help    but    tsk    ever    so    slightly    in    mock    reprimanding.    taloned    hand    waves    vaguely    in    his    direction    before    ruby    lips    curl.    razor-sharp    points    glint    dangerously    in    the    low    light    ——    and    much    to    her    child’s    chagrin    ,    she    merely    GIGGLES.    the    sound    is    as    sweet    as    CANDIED    SYRUP    ,    dripping    from    a    mouth    full    of    𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳    𝚃𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷    with    the    lilt    of    a    charming    schoolgirl    …    and    while    they    are    hardly    phased    by    her    thinly-veiled    glee    ,    it    does    little    to    quell    aera’s    growing    intrigue.

❛    oh    ,    goodness    !    look    how    big    and    strong    you    are    !    ❜    sweet    purr    is    laced    with    unintentional    condescension    ,    as    if    she    were    speaking    to    nothing    more    than    a    child    who    had    presented    her    with    the    findings    of    their    latest    escapade.    thin    hands    move    to    hold    her    face    ,    cheeks    puffing    in    a    show    of    adoration    ——    like    clair    is    nothing    more    than    a    small    animal    ,    adorable    &    essentially    harmless.    ❛    not    only    that    ,    my    child    is    working    !    oh    ,    how    lovely    !    ❜    another    𝑴𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮    giggle    follows    suit    before    aera    all    but    dances    around    him    ,    easily    swaying    &    leaping    in    tandem    with    her    sing-song    croon.    ❛    though    i    must    say    ,    it    is    awfully    rude    of    you    to    say    that    i’m    feigning    anything    !    ❜    her    exclamation    is    punctuated    by    a    dramatic    HUFF.    

before    clair    can    stop    her    or    draw    his    gun    from    his    hilt    ,    aera    leaps    forward    with    lightening    speed    until    she’s    only    a    breath    away    from    him    —–    and    though    the    elder    is    far    smaller    in    comparison    to    their    bulky    form    ,    it    does    little    to    stop    her    from    flashing    a    wild    grin.    a    single    taloned    digit    lifts    to    gently    tap    at    his    nose.    ❛    boop    !    ❜    the    single    word    is    all    she    says    before    she    moves    her    fingers    in    a    flicking    motion    ——-    though    the    force    behind    the    impact    against    his    forehead    is    enough    to    send    sinclair    back    three    feet    until    his    back    collides    against    the    brick    wall.    aera’s    grinning    expression    hardly    falters    ,    inevitably    entertained.    she    clicks    her    heels    lightly    together    ,    biting    back    another    giggle    as    she    holds    up    her    hand    to    her    mouth    to    conceal    the    gesture    altogether.    ❛    oops    !    maybe    you’re    NOT    as    big    &    strong    as    i    thought    !    ❜

♰ ♰ ♰  long  digits  are  already  curled  around  his  glock  at  the  sound  of  her  laugh  ,  the  pitch  crawling  up  his  spine  in  the  most  unpleasant  way  possible  ;  in  a  shiver of  disgust  &  surely  muted  fear.  for  the  first  time  in  a  long  time  ,  sinclair  was  tempted  to  voice  his  displeasure  to  god  ,  to  ask  why  or  what  he’d  done  to  deserve  THIS  ---  he  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  the  viper  before  him.  never  had  ,  &  her  attitude  only  solidified  the  sentiment.  maker  after  maker  had  tossed  him  aside  ,  &  he  owed  them  nothing. . .

&  yet  ,  aera  seemed  so  insistent  on  harassing  him.  she  drew  closer  once  more  ,  &  sinclair’s  maw  was  open  ,  warning  growl  loud  around  them  ,  fangs  bared  in  his  displeasure.  but  much  to  his  dismay  ,  he  wasn’t  able  to  draw  his  weapon  fast  enough  before  he  was  roughly  shoved  back  by  her  minimal  effort  ;  &  his  displeasure  morphed  into  outright  RAGE.

it’d  be  obvious  on  his  face  ,  aquamarines  aglow  &  shoulders  rising  &  falling  with  the  way  he  was  panting.  it  took  everything  in  him  not  to  snap  ,  not  because  he  didn’t  want  too. . .  but  because  ---  what  would  be  the  point  ?  she  was  far  older  ,  stronger  ,  &  intent  on  seeing  him  as  a  plaything.  jaws  snapped  shut  as  he  righted  his  posture  ,  his  blank  tone  contrasting  the  way  he  visibly  seethed.  ‘  don’t  ever  touch  me  again.  &  i’m  not  particularly  concerned  with  how  rude  you  perceive  me  to  be.  you  do  not  care  ---  so  yes  ,  feigning  is  an  appropriate  word.  ’

with  a  brisk  &  forced  smoothness  ,  he  straightened  his  form  &  dusted  his  shoulders  ,  before  rolling  his  eyes  &  turning  to  walk  away.  he  knew  she’d  follow  ,  but  he  needed  to  move. . .

[incubusdaddy]

Fucking someone from behind and draping yourself over their back, wrapping a hand around their throat, and whispering sweet little praises in their ear

[thirdwoe]

                                       L U C Y & S I N C L A I R ;

*   [   𖤐  ◝  .    @thirdwoe​    /    ♥’𝔡   .

𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂  𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝚈  𝙰  𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻  ,   the  sight  of  him  alone  is  enough  to  warm  her  .   lucy  lets  out  a  shout - like  laugh  and  poor  sinclair  is  embraced  as  if  he  has  not  been  seen  for  months  .

“    𝔦  𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱  𝔞𝔫  𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯  𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥  𝔤𝔬𝔴𝔫  𝔱𝔬  𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯  𝔱𝔬  𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢  𝔶𝔬𝔲  .   𝔦𝔱  𝔥𝔞𝔰  𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫  𝔱𝔬𝔬  𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤  .    ”

♰ ♰ ♰  it  isn’t  often  sinclair  actually  smiled  ,  the  expression  was  typically  saved  for  zaiden  alone  ;  but  lucy  had  proven  herself  a  tifferent  breed.  fangs  glinted  in  the  candlelight  as  he  moved  to  bend  down  &  wrap  his  arms  around  her  ---  ‘ oh  ,  hush.  i  wouldn’t  leave  you  be  for  too  long.  &  you  look  absolutely  lovely  ,  as  you  ALWAYS  do.  ’  there  was  a  pause  as  he  righted  his  posture  &  offered  her  an  elbow  ,  he  wanted  to  see  her  gardens  tonight. ‘  i  hope  you’ve  been  well  in  my  minor  absence.  ’

[thirdwoe]

                           D O R O T H E A & S I N C L A I R ;

@thirdwoe​ ♥’ed : lyric-based starter .

   ❛    —    —it’s a LIE for a LIE and i’m getting tired    ❜   -  WITHOUT YOU  ( URSINE VULPINE )

♰ ♰ ♰  his  reply  is  full  of  his  exhale  ,  toxic  &  acrid  in  the  air  between them  ---  ‘  darling  ,  that’s  just  the  name  of  the  GAME.  if  it’s  too  much  for  you  ,  i  suggest  you  make  a  hasty  exit. ’

[thirdwoe]

𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴   𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂   ,   𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚃   𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

y’all probably know the drill by now.  bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes or sort-of applies, strike through what’s antithetical to your muse.  repost, don’t reblog, and have fun!  tw: mentions of alcohol.

major arcana:  a long journey - a feeling of raw energy - putting a name to something unknown - an elaborate patchwork - unexpected catastrophes - unexpected blessings - vivid dreams - sudden awakenings - the feeling of shedding your skin - the echoes in holy places - bright lights - deep shadows - feeling the earth move beneath your feet - wandering in museums - the strange clarity of moonlight - thunder and lightning - an unfamiliar road - coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person

cups:  being overwhelmed by emotion - finding something to celebrate every day - finding something to mourn every day - connecting with others - the scent of ocean air - making food for your friends when they’re stressed - the remembrance of something lost - sublime confusion - cool colors - a cozy café - a bustling bar - calm waters, hidden depths - getting tipsy in the afternoon - summer rain - comfy sweaters - flowing skirts - a house by the sea - deep conversations after midnight

wands:  the scent of spices and dark wood - making something just for the sake of creation - dry heat - crackling fire - a bolt of inspiration - refusing to apologize for your passion - stubborn optimism - taking on more than you can handle - hot tea - warm colors - getting up early - staying up late - bright fire, fast burnout - tacky thrift store finds worn with the utmost confidence - the thrill of starting a new project - spring storms - hotel rooms - perpetual restlessness

pentacles:  the scent of rich soil after a rain - hard and diligent work - solid ground, strong foundations - the satisfaction of a long-awaited payoff - generosity that comes with a catch - work boots and heavy jeans - silk and jewels - resting on your laurels - seeing your work through to the end - harvest time - fresh bread and rich soup - earth tones - jewel tones - a lush garden - sunlight through the trees - dark chocolate - a home in the farmlands - a sprawling house in the old part of the city

swords:  the scent of fresh air - focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional - freshly fallen snow - burying yourself in action - tending to your own wounds - a foreseeable disaster - crisply tailored suits - starkly elegant dresses - refusing to admit defeat - cold air, clear thoughts - old hurts - fresh starts - overthinking your overthinking - the harsh glow of street lamps - black coffee - a cabin in the mountains - an apartment downtown  - the quiet before the dawn

tagged by: stolen from @tekie​​ c: tagging: @becomesdeath​ , @tcndrheart​ ( zac! ) , @shedaevil​ , @envywar​ , @bloofer​ , @amiabel​ , & anyone else who wants to !

[thirdwoe]

                                             T H I R D W O E ;

@becomesdeath​ --- historical au ! year 1370c.e.

♰ ♰ ♰  sinclair  portier  was  under  -  dressed  as  far  as  he  was  concerned.  but  no  ,  the  king  didn’t  want  his  clunky  armor  making  so  much  noise  through  the  night  ,  so  chainmail  &  a  single  sword  was  all  he’d  been  allowed  to  carry.  if  the  room  &  charge  he’d  been  ordered  to  guard  was  in  a  less  -  defensible  location  ,  he’d  worry  that  they  didn’t  care  much  for  little  liudolf’s  well  -  being. . .  which  time  had  shown  him  wasn’t  the  case  ;  but  it  always  bothered  him  a  bit  to  have  to  dress  down  to  protect  the  most  PRECIOUS  thing  in  the  keep.

the  sentiment  forced  a  snort  through  his  nostrils.  it  wasn’t  that  sinclair  didn’t  agree  with  the  king’s  chosen  description  of  his  slightly  younger  son  ,  but  merde  he  knew  how  bratty  &  demanding  &  SPOILT  the  prince  could  be.  &  yes  ,  it  was  a  fact  that  he’d  come  to  enjoy  the  little  mind  &  word  games  liudolf  liked  to  play  with  him  through  batted  blonde  lashes  ---  it  was  nothing  short  of  a  task  to  force  himself  to  ignore  the  looks  &  the  comments  &  the  ‘ accidental ’  touches  that  had  grown  more  frequent  over  the  last  few  months. . .

the  silence  that  had  settled  through  the  keep  was  broken  &  he  was  pulled  from  his  thoughts  ,  aquamarines  widening  at  what  he  THOUGHT  the  sound  to  be  ---  head  tilted  towards  the  door  at  his  back  ,  trained  ears  picking  up  on  the  sound  of  muffled  movement  from  the  prince’s   room  behind  him.  the  light  &  breathless  little  sound  came  again  ,  just  a  pitch  higher  than  the  first  he’d  heard.  

the  muscle  above  his  jaw  ticked  ,  teeth  chomping  down  on  the  inside  of  his  cheeks  in  an  effort  to  keep  himself  facing  forward.  he  was  here  to  guard  &  keep  watch  ;  not  to  turn  around  &  feast  his  eyes  on  what  was  obviously  happening  behind  him. . .

though  ,  when  the  sound  happens  a  THIRD  time  ,  &  he  was  turning  to  slip  through  the  door  &  closing  it  behind  him  with  a  creak!  before  he  could  stop  himself.  it  was  ,  his  sworn  duty  after  all  ,  to  ensure  that  the  prince  was  okay.  he  crossed  the  expansive  room  with  silent  steps  ,  to  the  far ,  dark  corner  liudolf’s  bed  occupied.

he  SHOULDN’T  be  doing  this  ---  &  yet   his  hand  reached  out  to  part  a  thick  curtain  that  hung  from  a  frame  on  the  ceiling  ,  his  throat  clearing  as  he  timed  his  lie  perfectly  with  his  movements  ,  ‘  sweet  prince  ?  are  you  alright  ?  i  thought  i  heard. . .  ’

[shedaevil]

𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 private & highly selective 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 , as adored by 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊. sideblog to @becomesdeath.

[thirdwoe]

                                      A E R A & S I N C L A I R ;

@thirdwoe​    𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼    𝓽𝓱𝓮    𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵    !

i𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻   with   each   confident   step   she   takes   ,   her   strides   followed   by   the   resounding   𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 , 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲 , 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑲   of   red-bottomed   stilettos   against   asphalt                         and   though   aera   is   nothing   short   of   BEAUTY   personified   as   she   holds   her   head   high   ,   there’s   no   doubt   that   something   dangerous   lurks   in   obsidian   depths.   the   air   still   tastes   like   H   I   M                        the   beautiful   little   frenchboy   ,   still   steeped   in   the   church’s   treachery   &   deception.   oh   ,   how   young   he   had   been   ,   so   pliant   &   desperate   to   taste   the   unknown.   his   mouth   had   tasted   sweet   ,   but   his   BLOOD   had   been   nothing   short   of   ambrosia.   𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶                        aera   knows   all   too   well   that   her   thirst   for   indulgence   has   always   been   her   achilles   heel   ,   but   that   had   done   little   to   stop   her   from   wrapping   taloned   digits   around   thick   biceps   &   sink   her   fangs   in   until   she   became   drunk   off   the   power.   unfortunately   ,   the   little   churchboy   had   been   just   as   quickly   dumped   on   the   curb   as   she   had   arrived                        and   though   the   sensation   isn’t   a   new   one   by   any   means   ,   the   fact   that   fate   had   landed   her   squarely   back   into   his   lap   an   entire   century   later   had   snagged   her   ever-shifting   attention.

it   had   only   taken   a   giggle   &   a   whisper   to   learn   how   the   death   dealers   in   the   city   moved                       and   with   her   newfound   knowledge   as   her   latest   weapon   ,   the   she-devil   moves   ;   sinclair   portier   (   oh   ,   she   hadn’t   even   remembered   the   poor   thing’s   name   !   )   had   ducked   his   way   into   brooklyn   to   traverse   the   lycan   pack’s   territory   all   on   his   lonesome                       and   aera   couldn’t   have   that   !   there’s   a   bounce   in   her   step   as   she   exhales   a   huff   past   scarlet-painted   lips.   ❛   oh   ,   my   beautiful   boy   !   ❜   her   croon   is   deceptively   LILTING   ,   laced   with   breathless   sigh   as   she   closes   the   distance   between   them   ,   chest   pressing   to   his   back   &   thin   arms   wrapping   around   his   throat.   she   senses   his   growl   before   it   rips   from   his   chest   ,   but   it   does   little   to   hamper   her   as   she   rubs   their   cheeks   together   ,   like   that   of   a   spoiled   cat   looking   to   scent-mark   its   territory.   ❛   hasn’t   anyone   told   you   it’s   unsafe   to   be   out   on   your   own                       oh   !   what   would   i   do   if   you   were   hurt   ?   no   fear   ,   i   am   here   now   !   ❜   mockingly   saccharine   ,   deceptively   sweet                       a   viper   with   venomous   fangs   ,   coiled   to   strike.

♰♰♰  his  growl  was  a  low  rumble  in  his  chest  as  soon  as  the  annoying  sound  of  louis  vouittons  clicking  against  the  asphalt  in  what  he  knew  was  HER  stride  ---  he  was  already  so  tired  of  this  shit  ,  &  he  had  a  feeling  that  she  ,  aera  ,  was  just  getting  comfortable.  sinclair  had  never  been  interested  in  seeking  out  the  maker  that  had  left  him  to  die.  he’d  never  had  the  inclination  to  want  to  reconnect  with  a  face  that  had  occupied  his  nightmares  for  years  after  the  fact.  after  awhile  he’d  gotten  used  to  the  emptiness  ,  to  the  knowledge  that  he’d  been  left  by  a  creator  AGAIN  ---  but  it’d  required  him  to  slip  the  fact  into  a  box  ,  &  put  it  high up  on  a  shelf  in  his  mind  ;  out  of  sight  ,  out  of  mind.

that  task  became  IMPOSSIBLE  when  said  subject  of  your  disdain  was  literally  ,  physically  clinging  to  you.

there  was  NO  patience  in  him  for  this  shit  ---  hands  quickly  shifted  to  toss  her  light  &  little  frame  away  from  him  ,  &  it  only  made  him  bristle  further  to  watch  her  perfectly  land  her  fall.  he  rolled  his  eyes  at  the  gleeful  expression  on  aera’s  face  once  their  eyes  met  ---  ‘  excuse  you.  i  have  managed  to  take  care  of  myself  without  you  just  fine  up  to  this  point.  i’m  not  YOUR  anything.  also  ,  feigning  that  you  care  is  just  more  annoying  than  anything  else.  scurry  off  ,  i’m  working.  ’

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imagine having sex with a ghost and then someone walks into your room and they see your asshole widening and narrowing for no reason

[pussyjizz-blog]

imagine praying to God and going to church

[we-all-poisoned-you]

Fall Out Boy // Twin Skeletons (Hotel in NYC)

[thirdwoe]

I’M AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD , WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE ? SHOULD I SINK OR SWIM… OR SIMPLY D I S A P P E A R ?

sinclair portier ; independent oc inspired by the underworld franchise , by kay. highly selective , 21+ only. (promo by adora.)

[thirdwoe]

                                 Z A I D E N & S I N C L A I R ;

☽        ⚰️      “       𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒘𝒐𝒆       !

𝐎𝐇 , 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎  hear  those  very  words  from  clair  so  long  ago  ;  it  sends  a  sharp  pang  through  his  chest  ,  a  twist  in  the  gut  as  the  knife  forced  deep  between  his  ribs  had  been  shifted  to  gut  him  altogether.  he  swallows  thickly  ,  the  words  he  had  chosen  so  deliberately  to  hide  &  shield  from  the  world  threatening  to  crawl  up  his  throat  and  make  a  home  between  them.  zaiden  falters  &  for  the  first  time  in  god  knows  how  long  ,  he  feels  ready  to  crumble  until  there  is  nothing  left  but  the  pieces  of  him.  breath  catches  at  the  fleeting  contact  of  clair’s  nose  tracing  the  harsh  lines  &  edges  of  a  sharp  jaw  ;  head  tilts  automatically  as  if  to  bare  his  throat  in  a  sign  of  submission  ,  of  WANT                    and  as  eyelids  fall  heavy  all  but  INSTINCTIVELY  ,  zaiden  can  feel  the  frayed  threads  of  his  resolve  unraveling  further  and  further  with  each  passing  moment.

he’s  foolish  for  entertaining  the  thought  ,  for  believing  that  what  they  had  in  the  past  could  be  salvaged  in  spite  of  what  had  transpired  in  their  time  apart                   and  for  a  moment  ,  zaiden’s  thoughts  stray  to  ASTOR  MAYFAIR  ,  the  elder  vampire  who  had  pulled  him  free  from  the  chains  of  heartbreak  that  had  all  but  suffocated  him  in  the  aftermath  of  clair’s  initial  departure.  oh  ,  how  the  other  had  gathered  the  splintered  pieces  of  his  broken  heart  to  put  him  back  together  ,  to  fuel  him  with  the  adrenaline  rush  of  something  NEW  ,  something  FASCINATING  ….

and  though  astor  had  done  everything  in  his  power  to  all  but  DEVOUR  zaiden  with  an  unhinged  maw  ,  there  is  something  INTOXICATING  about  clair’s  scent  as  it  floods  his  senses  ,  pulling  him  deeper  beneath  the  undertow  until  all  he  aches  for  is  HIM.  for  CLAIR.  in  spite  of  himself  &  the  guilt  knotting  his  insides  ,  a  trembling  hand  lifts.  leather-gloved  digits  shake  as  they  find  solace  against  the  slope  of  clair’s  high  cheekbones                   and  the  moment  they  make  contact  ,  zaiden’s  hand  jerks  back  with  a  sharp  inhale  …  as  if  it  burns  ,  burns  to  TOUCH  what  he  so  desperately  aches  for.  

❛  it’s  not  fair.  ❜  he  says  it  quietly  ,  as  if  it  were  a  confession  meant  for  his  ears  alone.  his  hand  drops  ,  twitching  at  his  side  as  the  itch  to  TOUCH  crawls  beneath  his  skin  all  over  again.  ❛  it’s  not  fair  that  you  get  to  leave                   and  come  back  and  do                   this.  ❜  there’s  a  sense  of  frustration  ,  subtle  &  POINTED  as  it  digs  through  his  quiet  ,  feeble  whisper.  ❛  it’s  not  fair.  ❜

♰♰♰  he’s  close  enough  that  he  can  taste  the  reason  for  the  GUILT  he  was  pushing  zaiden  into  ,  thick  enough  it  rolled  off  him  in  waves  to  be  tangible  ---  astor  fucking  mayfair.  truly  ,  for  anyone  to  have  reintroduced  themselves  into  zaiden’s  life  at  clair’s  leaving  ,  it  had  to  be  him.  the  rumble  that  builds  in  his  chest  is  nothing short  of  possessive  ,  but  he  knows  that  he  hasn’t  earned  the  right  to  put  the  sentiment  to  words  yet.  he’d  relinquished  any  ownership  or  say  so  over  the  other  nearly  eight  months  ago. . .

&  yet  ,  sinclair  cannot  make  himself  stop.  not  to  spare  zaiden  the  ill  feelings  ,  not  even  to  keep  himself  safe  from  any  possible  rejection.  though  ,  the  possibility  of  such  seems  farther  &  FARTHER  away  with  every  breath  the  other  takes.  he  can’t  pull  back  any  farther  ,  &  clair  takes  that  half  step  forward  at  the  light  caress  of  leather  against  his  cheek  before  it’s  pulled  away.  long  digits  catch  around  zade’s  wrist  ,  trapping  the  appendage  between  them  with  his  closeness  ,  nostrils  flaring  with  a  contended  sigh  at  the  sensation  of  sharp  hips  digging  into  his  own.

carefully  ,  like  he’s  afraid  the  other  will  remember  himself  if  he  moves  too  suddenly  ,  clair’s  free  hand  rises  to  gingerly  work  zaiden’s  trusty  glove  from  the  hand  he  holds  ,  only  to  curl  his  fingers  around  his  own  &  bring  them  to  his  lips  ---  softer  &  sweeter  than  he  had  previously  thought  he’d  been  capable  of  being.  he  has  to  fight  the  urge  to  drop  his  gaze  in  his  SHAME  at  zade’s  words  ,  &  somehow  he  manages  to  hold  those  wide  &  sad  blues  through  the  ache  wracking  through  him ---

‘  i  know.  i  didn’t  know  what  i  was  leaving  when  i  left.  i  thought  i’d  find  something  that  i  needed  there. . .  ’  he  pauses  ,  only  to  press  hips  lips  against  zaiden’s  knuckles  once  more  ,  ‘  i’m  sorry  i  wasn’t  smart  enough  to  see  that  i  was  only  walking  away  from  everything  i  NEED.  lass  mich  dir  zeigen  ,  wie  sehr  ich  dich  liebe  liu. . .  please.  ’

[ruadrisresources]

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”