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he didn't frequent the bustling city often. kept his distance from those he considered beneath him, human and other supernatural beings alike. but his little experiments were doing a great job at sowing chaos in the night. articles published about the strange killings, the disappearances of bodies from local morgue's, the strange behavior of those found. it was fun to see his adjudicator running around trying to solve the crimes, trying to find a lead to the mastermind ( for this concerned vampires and humans alike ) but whatever matteo would find it would never point towards inara, his sovereign.
bare feet are soaked in blood, it stains his once pristine white dress, matching eerily with the deep red of his eyes, framed by white, white, white. eternal snow reflected within the vampire. this was no experiment. the corpses stuffed together were mere playthings for a creature that wanted momentarily relief. blood drips from the ornate finger claws decorated digits. within the heaviness of the night it's a beautiful melody. β i can smell you ( @lycanlike ) all the way from here. if you want a snack ... β a wave of his hand, a flick of a wrist to remove excess blood from slender digits. β you can beg for it and i'll consider it. β
γγ"γhmγ...γthat gives me some relief,γ"γγοΉ γit does, the subtle shift in his tone, something softer, yet the yearning remains ever-present. he is fortunate he wears his mask, the soft tug at his lips, feeling the thread of yohan's attention finally beginning to twirl at his fingers, but he is met with a swift haltβΈ»γγthe thread is taut, waiting to snap.γγhe wonders if they can feel it, the subtle racing of his heart in his chest, pressing said chest flush against their backγγ...γγeven if they catch on, mirage would never deny how his heart beats, excitesγοΉ γeases around them. he had wished to speak, but in the manner his name rolls of their tongue, he pauses, like a dog listening to it's name in obedience. for a moment, he leans back, retracting a hand to perform the simple action of pulling off his own mask, settled among the mapβΈ»γγonceγοΉ γfor all to divert his attention.
his hair is a slight mess, all thanks to the snug balaclava, but there is no urgency in needing to fix it. no,γγnever,γγthere has yet to be a moment where dante was urged to be anything other than himself. there is no judgement here, no harsh gazes. only the eyes of his beloved, cunningγοΉ γall. a sigh escapes him, but not one of frustration, but rather of ease as he returns to sink into his lover, even more so now that his hands once on their waist, now find themselves sneaking under their shirt. that warm skin, etched with scarsβΈ»γγhe finds himself stealing that heat for himself.
"γis it not obvious enough that i desire your attention, yohan?γ"γγhis touch is greedy, palms smoothing over his figure, but it is an act of pure love, to know that he is all real, a dream in the form of his loyal husband,γγ"γa master of your craft, the best thief i know,γοΉ γyet it seems someone else has easily stolen your attention.γ"γγ
the movements behind them are taken note of with excruciating detail, as if wanting to commit it to memory. file it away into the cabinet of their heart where the presence of dante reigned supreme. what a miracle it was, for the one that claimed the world riches for his own had been stolen away by another. there was poetry there, something worthy of epics and tales. his mother was right: one day you'll find someone who's right for you. whether as friend or lover. the moment the noose of their arranged marriage wrapped itself around yohan's throat he made it his mission to at least have fun ( and stressing out his soon - to - be was at the top of the list ). and yet now, he's allowed himself to be captured. it was nice to be caught.
the sudden thud of mirage's mask upon the map has them shifting gaze before own hand moves towards it, carefully picking it up before they turn around. as he does so, he can feel the way large hands shift underneath shirt. pressed upon years of collected wounds. if there was to be a balm that could soothe those deep scars perhaps it were dante's hands, engraving tender affection into the violence that made yohan who he was. before he covers himself with the mask he teasingly places a kiss upon its 'mouth', lashes fluttering as he looks up at mirage. then, the mask is placed before his own face, hiding his fox - like smile. β it wasn't that obvious, baby. i don't think i heard any whimpering or am i wrong ? β while hand kept mask as a barrier between the two of them, free hand was used to slide up broad chest before fingers wrapped around throat. the collar worn underneath shirt was felt, sending sparks down spine, has him pressing himself against mirage. amber gold peeks from behind the mask, something unspoken swirling within them.
the compliments settle deeply underneath skin, a surge of pride wrapping around ever quickening heart beat. but he would not succumb, not yet and as such fingers press deeper into the soft flesh of mirage's throat. β just the best thief you know ? i am the thief lord. master of the heist. and you better not forget that, mr. mirage. β a roll of their eyes to emphasis their mild annoyance ( feigned, all part of a game ) before yohan backs away again, creating some distance once more but not enough to lose the warmth of dante's hands. a tilt of his head to the side, moving the mask away, allowing their husband finally the gift of their visage.
β you're the only one who'll ever have my attention. what you think has stolen my attention is actually for you. i wanted to gift you something but you're spoiling it for yourself now ... β oh and there is the pout, gaze deliberately moving away from their partner.
i have this idea for a new oc but i am debating whether to make it a single blog or put them here. i would love having a dedicated solo blog for them bc i could go all out aesthetic wise and i've always been a solo blog girlie and sort of miss having those. but ... idk. juggling two blogs ? or maybe i should just say fuck it and do it. we're going through it anyway what's another mistake :shrug_emoji:
perhaps he would never fully understand what it exactly was that made him behave the way he did where the other was concerned. he enjoyed getting underneath his skin, prick and prod and see what kind of expression he'd be gifted with. it was easy entertainment. but there were times where he felt an almost nauseating pull to simply have him. looked at him as if he belonged to the thief lord. an almost sickening greed. an obsessive need to covet one that wasn't allowed to see the rozanov heir's true heart. gilded and caged it remained.
yet, there was a softness that occasionally would spill forth from poisonous tongue. a desire to lower guard, retract thorns and allow tender affection to spill. whether it was feigned or genuine never easy to know. they knew of kisumi's desire to stay in their good graces, to remain a fixture in their lives, have yohan pay attention to kisumi and kisumi alone. and cruel it was to play with a heart so set on them but yohan was not known to be kind.
but like this ? with kisumi wrapped in his arms, strawberry blonde locks messy in a way that could be considered cute ... perhaps yohan could try. maybe. hand glides across bare back to eventually settle on the back of the other's neck, squeezing it gently. the question would've elicited some kind of sympathy if yohan wasn't impervious to such things. instead does he chase lips once more, pressing a tender kiss upon them. then another. another. and another before he deigns to give an answer. β nothing. β arm is wrapped around waist, keeping him caged against them. β just let me treat you for once ... β
a letter, send unprompted, ready to be opened: Kisumiβs chest tightened, everytime he was around him his body automatically held his breath. Like every muscle tightened up as if to prepare for any sort of attack. Like Yohan woke up an instinctual side of him, deeply ingrained.
Of course it was always fine, until it wasnβt. He always knew the right thing to say to lull him to allow his guard to lower just enough. Kisumi hated that he was easily manipulated, still had that intense craving to gain his approval. He wanted to βwowβ him, impress him to the point of becoming a fixture Yohan couldnβt find himself without.
He wanted to be worthy, to keep around. There was always a part of him that worried that Yohanβs attention would soon wane and he would simply be the flavor of the week before, discarded.
Yet tonight a softness came from Yohan that almost made him bristle. Kisumi waited for the other shoe to drop, but it wasnβt coming. βWhat have I done to earn this treatment?β He asked between a languish kiss. // @kisumitenderly
i cant stop thinking about inara just always floating about. you know that floating quirk in tomodachi life? that's inara. just hovering about, his long dress and veil just hovering around him. that floor length hair he has NEVER touching the ground as if held by invisible threads, just swaying about. there's a kind of airiness to him in those moments. something very untethered from the world. i have a specific vision but i can't find it visually but there's something very .... nymph-like about inara. yes yes vampire grace bla bla. yeah that too. but also something very ethereal that's so very close to how i imagine water nymphs to be ( naiads, nereids, oceanids ). i associate inara with snow/winter/ice + snow maiden/ice queen motifs BUT inara's animal, or better yet the animal motif for him is a swan (and to a lesser extent a rabbit and there is a reason for it trust me). but the swan is a BIG part of my motifs for him. i dont know where else i was going with this post but maybe i should make a water nymph au for inara so he can drown people for fun when they get into his waters.
γγ"γmust you be so busy?γ"γγwords escape as a grumble, all in yohan's personal spaceγοΉ γany closer mirage gets may lead to him trying to get under their skin,γγliterally.γγfor now, having their back flush against his front would be enough, looming over to see what exactly he seemed so occupied withβΈ»γγto see where that precious attention was being invested. he couldn't bear it, to have gone so long without a teasing remark, witnessing that cunning nature that could only belong to that of a sly foxγοΉ γmirage was helpless to it all. hands now find themselves on his hips, a light squeeze, any subtle effort to continue being needy without having to beg for itβΈ»γγhe holds back his selfishness in hopes that yohan will spoil him this time,γγ"γso focused, darlingγ...γi'm certain if your husband withered away,γγyou wouldn't even notice.γ"
he resorts toγγdirty tactics,γγwishing to pull at the strings of their heart, that sweet heart he so wishes to taste, to bite into, to feel it beat in his handsγοΉ γto cherish it for everything it is. it keeps his love alive, the only one he could ever desire. chin rests on their shoulder, a huff, too loud to be muffled by the mask he donsβΈ»γγthe wolf grows impatient.
@undvine,γγthrows this at your headγγ...γγthe foxγοΉ γthe wolf
with their back turned, mirage couldn't see the small smile curving rose-tinted tiers upwards. couldn't see the way sharp eyes narrowed slightly in amusement. couldn't see the latent joy that manifested upon the thief lord's visage, betraying how easily mirage could sway their mood to become more favorable. and yet they don't acknowledge his attempts to garner their attention. there was beauty in ignoring him &. receiving a desperate plea in return. his sweet puppy. his murderous wolf. his. his. his. the pressure upon back is felt, the gentle press of large hands enveloping hips is registered, even more so when yohan slightly bends forward ( hands are flat upon the wooden surface of the desk, large map taking up much of the space ). β are you suggesting my gift of observation is less than ? β they quip back. scarred fingers soon glide across the paper underneath them, a depiction of some rich politician's estate. yohan wished to rob them. wished to take a precious stone they owned that would look lovely around their husband's neck. a gift. but perhaps mirage didn't deserve it at all !
β well i like to think i'd notice something withering away. especially if it so happens to be my husband. β only now does he deign to look over his shoulder, meeting with the masked visage of the one once arranged to marry him before gaze flickers downwards searching for that ring. their ring. mirage was getting huffy and it wouldn't be long before massive body would completely envelop them and as much as that was tempting this sly fox liked the idea of tugging at his restraint more. β dante. β voice dips low, soft, honeyed and hiding unsaid promises. β what do you exactly want and use your words please. none of that huffing and puffing. β they knew what he wanted. always did but where was the fun in that ?
good morning or just good tmz !! i slept only 3 hours so we know what day this is going to be. insanity! anyway i have some blog changes / stuff i want to implement but i'll leave that for later when my chikadee's are awake. aside from that ... i might revert back to having a customized muse page. also if anyone knows how to use google docs pls knock on my door bc i never know how to make it so that when i publish a page that it won't show my profile icon. if anyone gets what i mean ... pls help a guy out
Me trying to get into your home so I can give you a hug bECAUSE YOU ARE BACK & I MISSED YOU ( also pspspsps lixin come here, icu, your girlfriend misses you )
me greeting you like this when you break in and GIVING YOU THE BIGGEST, SQUISHEST, WARMEST, FLUFFIEST HUG EVER!!! missed you too. so much. (plss lixin has to give his bbygirl 98432949324503250 kisses and then drain her for good measure. he owes her at least that much<3)
SNEAK PEEK INTO INARA'S CLOSET: i like to describe inara as a bloodied bride due to the fact that all his dresses are styled in the way wedding dresses are. one can say they are specifically created to be like wedding dresses. from the veils, the jewelry to the overall shape. he doesn't wear pants. ever only dresses and the rare chances he doesn't, he wears long, flowing skirts. there are elements that continuously come back in his wardrobe / dresses; and it's lace, blood red pearls, chokers, corsets, finger claws / hand jewelry / shoulder jewelry, veils and decorated hoods. the only color inara ever wears aside from white is red and the red only pops up in his jewelry ( body or the hair ornaments he wears ). white. red. snow. blood. those are the motifs of inara that continuously come back. extremely low back windows, thigh slits, bare shoulders. exposing the small embedded precious stones within skin.
another important detail is that inara tends to walk barefoot. feet, ankles, thighs decorated in jewelry or lace. one of his gifts as a vampire is to semi float- meaning that his feet never touch the ground even if they might appear to be . an illusion. occasionally you'll find him wearing shoes. heels to be exact. again white. always white. inara is haunting in his beauty. a snow white bride stained in red. the frost that dances upon finger tips, the icy wind upon where words float, following the sway of his parasol. the bloodlord of house anvari is simply dressed to kill.
quick thoughts before i continue to cry about all the sweet messages in my inbox: ... i wish we could bring back just TALKING about writing to each other, yapping about what our muses would do in so and so situation, create whole timelines and scenarios without ever writing it out. bc i fear i cant write much anymore. i am not the type of rper that pushes out replies regularly and even less now. i am tired but i LOVE to talk about possibilities and building scenarios together. it's kinda sad that the interest for that is so low nowadays. people want instant gratification with threads and asks and Yes i know!! that's exactly what rp is! but i feel what i suggest is part of it as well, esp if you cant write or don't want to. or are in a rut. or ALL of the above. this is me saying that i am in such a state of mind rn and this is what i can offer and if it means less traction and no new dynamics then so be it π€·
me whenever you reappear on the dash sending " i missed you " in like some desperate ex :
LMFAOOOOO. anyways, i missed you & i'm so glad you're on my feed again, roonie roo ! now hand over your muses !!! NEOW !!!!
and this is my response to that. ready to get back together again whenever you are DKJHKGJ uugh and i MISSED YOU!!! like a starved lil fruityloop!! the way i've been pining for you though all this time?? unmatched!! but all is well now in the world <3 kissing you kissing you kissing-
π«΅π«΅π«΅π«΅π«΅ I WAS LITERALLY WONDERING WHERE Y OU WERE JUST YESTERDAY IM GLAD TO SEE YOU BAAACKKKK
guUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURL (gn) I WAS ON A QUEST TO REGAIN MY SANITY AND FAILED #gay for sale. also ngl i dragged myself here through pure spite and spite alone. so let's all thank me i guess?? DHJSJF <3 SRSLY THO THANK YOUUUUUU SO MUCH!! I AM SO GLAD TO BE HERE AGAIN. MY HEART FEELS FULL AND WARM AND VERY MUCH LOVED! SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING. WILL HAPPEN AGAIN BUT I'LL ALWAYS COME BACK MWAH!
