𝖉𝖞𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖞

indie multi-muse rp written by gwen 26, she/her 18+ only

[whilds]

Hello! This is an independent multi-muse featuring original characters and canon characters.  Please read rules before interacting. This blog is 18+ only and will contain mature material.  Written by Gwen.   26.   She/Her.

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[vivienvalentino]

new fantasy just dropped: i’m neglected housewife

[thekingofkawai]

THE SANDMAN (2022-) - Now I’m listening. Or trying to.

[whilds]

virtuesuncounted​:

It’d be an understatement to say that Aaron was intimidated by the man, despite the fact that he didn’t look like he was trying to look particularly menacing. Still, Aaron was jumpy by nature, and he preferred to keep himself to himself. He’d always been awful talking to strangers, and even though it had improved slightly over the years, helped by his job in the convenience store, he still wasn’t a fan.

Especially not when it almost sounded like the other guy was law enforcement of some kind. Just a few questions? Why would that be? “Oh, uh – Yeah, I do. Not far from here,” he said, though he wasn’t keen on giving up too much information about himself. “Pack territory? I don’t ..” he started, feeling a little ashamed that he wasn’t better versed in the world of his own kind. “I don’t know. I’m uh .. I don’t know too much about that.” He’d always been a loner. “But there’s a bar a few blocks from here. ‘Supposed to be very wolf friendly, or whatever.”

Most wolves choose to be in packs, and perhaps he was making too many assumptions about the younger. He didn’t believe that anyone would choose to be alone out of their own volition. If things had gone differently, he wouldn’t be alone right now. Life had been cruel. It always was. He almost wondered if the other was put in the same position as him.. 

It was a lot to expect the first person he interrogated to have all the answers. Especially someone so young. He seemed uninformed, which could mean that he wasn’t at all involved or it could mean that he was hiding something. The latter somehow seemed untrue. Lucien was good about reading people, it was a skill he could have probably applied outside of pack agenda, but he never did. “It’s ok, kid. I’m not law enforcement. Just curious about the area.” He nods. “Thank you for the information.” 

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bcbliophile​:

Rosalie was neither blind nor as stupid as people believed, she knew what the other woman was– but then again it took one to know one. She was interested to see how this played out and if her human disguise was really good enough to elude another vampire. With a polite smile she walked over to look under the hood of her car “oh you know, here and there– I tend to move around a lot.” She didn’t need to add why she moved so often, that would come with time, she busied herself with checking the inner workings of the car “when was the last time you changed your oil?”

As the other begins to work, her gaze lingers along the blonde’s neck and suddenly nerves appear like fluttering butterflies in her stomach. This wasn’t the first time that she dined on someone and wouldn’t be the last. Something just felt off about this one. She was being so kind and Sarah’s usual meals were on those that were the complete opposite. Maybe this was a mistake... “Um... I don’t know.”  She swallows a lump in her throat, feeling the burn of hunger grow even more irritated. “I’m sorry..”  The apology is whispered just before she grabs onto the woman with fangs barred. 

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bcbliophile​:

@whilds​

“Tuesdays are always pretty slow– but this is ridicules” Alona mused as she leaned against the smooth wood of the bar, blue eye surveying the floor with confusion. Normally by now there were at least a hand full of people littering the booths and stools, yet it was just the two of them tonight. “Want me to make you something?” Might as well, the omega didn’t think things would pick up anytime soon.  

The night was quiet, and while that would alarm most people, he found it peaceful. Despite working at a bar, interacting with others was not his strong suit. That was more so Elias’ job. He just kicked people out when they got too rowdy.  “I kind of like it.”  He admits with a glance towards her. “Sure. I’m feelin’ adventurous tonight, so surprise me.” 

[whilds]

dulciscerasa​:

His apology brough her no comfort, though she knew somehow that he genuinely meant the words. She simply wanted to go home. The notion seemed to be impossible at the present moment and so Lyra merely looked down at her hands and fidgeted with the ring on her finger embellished with her family’s crest. How long would she be without them? When her comfort was mentioned, she fought down the urge to scoff at the suggestion. He was at least trying. So she should as well. “I ride,” she said, looking back up, “horses. And I’m fond of embroidery and sewing. I read sometimes.” Lyra met his gaze again. “I’m afraid I don’t know how to address you. Do you have a title?” 

It was becoming quite obvious that nothing he did would calm her, and if he were in the same position, he knew it would be the same. That would not dissuade him from continuing to try. “Then I shall get you your own horse. Until then, you are welcome to ride mine. Shadow will be delighted to make your acquaintance.” A mental note is made about the horse and about supplies for sewing. “She’s spirited, but I think you’ll get along well. Would you like to meet her?”  He smiles in fond memory of the midnight black horse that has been his since childhood. “I do. I’m King of the Night Court, but you can address me as Nox. King is so formal and I’d like us to be friends.”

[whilds]

fiendish-insanity-in-the-written​:

The night as a refuge and the devil’s furnace where the remains of humanity were burned. A set of numbers as a reminder of cursed nature printed on icy fingers. Three sixes, a long-lasting punishment imposed from those she hunted like a bloodthirsty predator does the weaker on the food chain. The years did not hide the remains of the branding that she subsequently decorated with ink. She didn’t need a reminder, she herself was eternal, cursed, a beast whose skin she wore. 

An unquenchable thirst vowed to haunt her…as he did. The crimson blood that pumped his love’s heart colored her razor-sharp fangs. To Layla, a nameless meal in a row, hardened to life in the eyes of the victim, scarlet drops remained on her heels as an indelible mark that followed endlessly… a persecution that she began to experience as ecstasy and euphoria… a crave. 

The lion that fell in love with the lamb..the lamb that haunted the toothy beast. Love, how impudent and deceitful, a vile description of her withering need to escape from solitude. Why then did the dead heart steal false beats of excitement when the bullet of fate whizzed past her, beckoning her to turn and see the owner. 

She used to hear his sighs, waves of hot blood in his veins, bask in the smell of his of his skin. Intoxicating was the sight of the tireless hunter, a human…a meal. 

“ Yet you weaver. Is the mere idea of the final rest of your soul compelling you? “

He hesitated, room reeking of it. Never were they this close, alone, patient and ready to jump for the neck if needed. Some, literally. Elegant legs moved gracefully, not chained with fear. Dark orbs caught his. The despise for the weakness he seemingly awoke in the creature of the night whipping her vampire nature. Sharp senses mellowed by the symphony of his beating heart like a warrior’s drum.

“ Does it hurt? Knowing your life’s meaning was to track me down…end this? Will it end along with me? “

Circling him like the instinct of a predator demanded, her tender but cold digits brushed along his shoulder. Electric waves traveled through her body on the contact with him. Endless enigma, this man. A weakness she can’t afford. 

Failure seeps into bones, which are becoming weary with wear and tear        and age.   The weakness of humanity ever so present in his mind whilst in her presence.  A monster that does not wither. Only one of them could keep this going forever. She would never tire, but he would exhaust way too soon. It was already showing in the way dark circles appear underneath eyes. Hunting her was a sport, an obsession, that needed an end. Vengeance had blackened his heart and made him ruthless. Perhaps this is why he drags out the inevitable end of their silent arrangement. 

“Meeting my end at your hands? I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.” He scoffs in disbelief. It shouldn’t surprise him that she was as arrogant as ever, but he would rather take his own life than allow her to taste one drop of his blood. Her monstrous nature already took what was so precious to him. The delicate nature of his wife’s life snuffed out without much thought, as if it didn’t matter. 

Those like her rarely ever thought of consequences. He’s hunted enough of them to know that they will do as they please. 

He planned to be a plague of her existence. To make life a living hell. To always be only a few steps behind with a wooden stake raised, the threat of death hanging over her head. A cat and mouse game where both of them were equally the cat and the mouse. 

Heart thrums steadily against ribcage,  only picking up when she slinks closer.  FIGHT OR FLIGHT            the instinct starts to kick in.  He grips firmer on the weapon in his hand while other hand inches towards the wooden stake hidden by his coat at his hip. Eyes stay trained onto the other,  watching her circle.  A predator, but he refused to be the prey. Spine straightened as her fingertips brush along the curve of his shoulder.  In all the years that they have been hunter and hunted, they never came this close to each other. The smell of her was intoxicating, distracting. 

“You trying to get a rise out of me? You know that won’t work.” Lies. It was and he hated himself for being so malleable. “Let’s just get this over with. After all these years, we’ll get that climatic ending we’ve both been hoping for.” 

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a hundred different kisses

whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

wrapping your arms around your lover's neck

kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips

breaking the kiss, instantly pressing your lips back together

intertwining fingers

soft kisses that grow more passionate by each second

forehead against forehead

running fingers through your lover's hair

unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall

surprise kisses, your lover wasn't prepared but responds immediately

a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later''

kisses under a light waterfall

pulling your lover closer by the waistband

kissing under the stars

messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

a kiss that isn't meant to happen but does so anyway

sliding your hands down your lover's chest

grabbing your lover by the collar

''if we're caught kissing we're most likely dead but let's risk it''

hand kisses

exploring each other's lips

smiling in-between kisses

now-or-never kisses

caressing your lover's cheek

good night kisses

''i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in''

brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath

an accidental kiss between two exes

kisses in which, we've already said goodbye for the day but i can't help stealing another one

this might be our last kiss so let's make it last

kitchen counter make-outs

jumping into your lover's arms

soft kisses while cuddling in bed

i missed you kisses

a kiss leaving you breathless

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips

trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck

''everything is going to be okay'' kisses

kisses that start out passionate but grows more delicate

pulling away from a kiss to look at each other, smiling as you dive in for another kiss

a kiss to celebrate an engagement

wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you

a goodbye kiss expect neither can let go

''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway

a swirling reunion kiss

''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me''

a kiss that lasts longer than it should

tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive

a goodbye kiss that says ''i don't love you the way you love me, and i'm setting you free''

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

kisses in which, ''i can't believe this is real, but i love you so much''

tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear

tracing your lips against the corner of your lover's mouth

light kisses scattered across your lover's face down to their collarbone

pulling your lover into your lap, them straddling your hips

bushing your lips against your lover's, wanting to savior the moment

playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘

kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

mistletoe kisses

surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

caressing your lover's cheek

trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin

looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips

shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you

a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours

a tender kiss on your lover's chest

kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just one second, they might disappear

an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's

lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other and barely having enough strength to breathe

accidentally bumping noses

kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips

a kiss to forgive each other after an argument

standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

unrequited love that is now requited, and a kiss that proves it

legs wrapped around your lover's body, hands tearing their shirt off

pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach

throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them towards the bed

crashing your lips together during an argument

kisses in which, ''we just broke up, but let's kiss one last time''

whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet

trying to deny your feelings, but attraction gets the best of you, and you push them up against the wall

smiling in-between kisses

reunion kisses, ''i thought you were dead''

not being able to focus on anything during a conversation, you're too busy staring at your lover's lips

kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’‘ but the kiss proves the opposite

kissing each other's pain away, your tears mixing with your lover's

your lover pulls you away from a kiss, asks you to marry them

telling your lover you want all of them tonight

grabbing hold of your lover's collar, begging them to kiss you

sliding your hands down your lover's chest, unzipping their zipper

untying your lover's tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss

not being able to unbutton your lover's shirt, their kisses are everywhere and too distracting

kissing your lover's tears away

passionately making-out against a wall

“let’s just kiss to see what it’s like” then pulling away, lingering for a moment, then going in for the second kiss

hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes

''it's always been you'' kisses

[whilds]

like for a starter!  ( please specify muse. ) 

[lefresne]

if she’s your girl why am I wearing her favour at the tournament

[waleweinn]

If she’s your girl why am I her champion

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[whilds]

#𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖘    ...      he is half my soul  ,     as the poets say .

[whilds]

bcbliophile·:

@whilds· liked for a starter !

“ I can take a look at that if you want?” Rosalie nodded to the car, it sounded like it was on it’s last legs and it just so happened she had a love for working on cars. She maintained most of the family cars, it was relaxing to her, almost like the upkeep on her hair. 

“Would you? I know nothing about cars.” Sarah continues to look lost and doe-eyed. The trap had been set, he ruined car would be worth it for the meal she believed she was about to have. It was difficult to single a person out and pull them away from the crowd, but they were practically alone on the side of the road here. “My first day in a new town and already having problems.” She smiles shyly, leading the other towards the opened hood of her car. “Where did you learn about cars?” 

[whilds]

virtuesuncounted​:

starter for: any of your wolf characters! ( @whilds​ )

Aaron didn’t like it that other supernaturals could sniff out he was a werewolf so easily, but of all species, being recognized by one of his own was probably not the worst. Still, he was a naturally defensive guy, and so as he shoved his hands in his pockets he looked up to the other, one eyebrow drawn up as he shrugged lightly before answering. “So?” he asked, sounding a little more rude than he’d intended. 

“– I mean,” he added quickly, anxiously chewing his bottom lip for a moment to think of what to say. “Yeah.” His voice was softer now, “I’m a wolf. So are you, right?” he said, a little insecure, being about ninety percent certain that he was, in fact, looking at another werewolf. Still, could never be too careful. “Uhm.. Why did you ask?”

Survivors guilt    kept him from branching out and conversing with his own kind. They would only be in danger and no good would come from it, not with hunters on his tail. But a wolf, one he never met, and a hunter showed up dead last night. He stumbled upon the aftermath of what looked to be   a vicious fight.   All he was searching for was information. Perhaps other wolves in the area knew the deceased or even where the hunters kept their camp. 

He smelled the other apart from the crowd and approached with a cautious guard up.   Anyone could betray anyone.  It was a harsh fact of life.  “Yes, I am.” He figures keeping that fact to himself wouldn’t be productive.  “I just have a few questions about the area. Do you live around here? Is there a pack that claims this territory?” 

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deficd​:

Oh, how curiosity has forsaken her, time and time again. First, it’s with the raging rivers, and now, it’s the bittersweet taste of the fruit that still coats her throat. A stinging, hotness in her gut that only swells with his words. Hilda is not prone to indignation, but she is a prisoner of occasional self-pity, and it shows in the glower of her expression. A lost thing, indebted now to a stranger, or thus her catastrophic mind convinces her.

A slayer of wolves, and a prisoner to her own continuous follies.

    “I don’t understand why I must stay,” an exasperation that plagues her, though she does take his outstretched hand. If there is fear, she swallows it down with the taste of fruit, letting that simmer in her gut like the poison of the beautiful world she was not a prisoner of. “If I am so unwelcome, doesn’t it benefit you to banish me?”

A thought that she may be missed cascades through her, and dissipates just as quickly. There was no throne waiting for her, and her ventures into the woods, far away from her people’s escapades, grew greater still. Swallowing thickly, Hilda considers that her absence is inconsequential and she is, as always, on her own. “Perhaps the forest floor is safer– for the both of us.”

“Fae magic and law are made to be intricate and do not have many loopholes. You’re being kept here by both.” It was the best explanation that he could give. Even being a King, he did not fully understand the way magic worked. It was a living thing with a mind of its own at times. He breathes a sigh of relief as he feels the warmth of her palm against his own. At least the death of this human would not haunt him at night. But then it seems that the possibility of it quickly rises again. 

Hand grips onto hers firmly but not tights enough to bruise. “No. Whatever you have been told about my kind, not all of us are heartless beasts who play with human minds. Banishing you would be more of a headache. Guilt is a quick killer of happiness.” He speaks from experience. Lives have been taken by his hand and lost under his watch. Every time, the pain of it grows worse.

“Are you intending on arguing with me all night? I can assure you, my stamina can last quite long. Yours, however...”  A sly proud grin appears. “If you worry about those inside the castle, no one will harm you as long as you are by my side.”

[whilds]

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Forbidden. This entire place felt forbidden, he felt forbidden… but trusting him felt far more tempting than she would like to admit to herself. If the pixie’s were said to be devilish, then she feared for what word would be used to describe fae. This could be a trap, lure her to his home, feat on her bones.. but either way, what choice did she have now? Starve out here, slowly… or take a blind leap of faith and truth this creature man. Her choice was limited, and narrowed down to one. Eden didn’t know much of the promise she was asking of him, to her it was just a silly little spoken word, a superstition that you shouldn’t break a promise, but it was more than that and she didn’t even know it. “Bath? You have hot water?” that alone bewildered her, she can’t remember the last time she could waste the fire to heat water in her cottage, not enough to bathe in anything but cold water. Warmth would soothe her tired bones. “Where is your home?” What she was expecting was a small thing, maybe a little more than her own rickety cottage, a bit more pristine but she made no assumption that it’d be anything grand. Either way, the human is following behind him. “Eden.” she speaks, green orbs keep raising to take him in. “My name, it’s Eden. What is your—...  Do fae have names? Titles, maybe?”

At first, amusement colors his countenance at the sound of her amazement about the temperature of water he promises, but then he realizes that she probably did not know the comforts that he took for   granted.   It was a sad thought but he did not allow pity to show. He wouldn’t want anyone pitying him. “Yes, indeed. And if that is not enough to warm you, then I shall have Lila make us some tea.”  The mention of his head maid was casual. He did not feel as if it needed any further explanation unless asked about. “My home is not far. We are on the outskirts of my property now. It should take us minutes to get there.” The trees are tall enough to block the castle from where they stand. He continues walking forward towards where the forest ends and his land begins. “Technically, I suppose we are already in my home. All of the Night Court is my land.  However,   where I lay my head   is just beyond the trees.” There’s a pause, sounds of the wind rustling the leaves before she speaks again. He turns to look at her over his shoulder. “Eden, a pleasure.” A charming smile is sent in her direction. “We have both names and titles. Then there are our true names, but a fae will never give that up unless they want to relinquish all control. I go by Nox. King,   if you wish to be formal.” The trees finally part and up ahead there is a black obsidian castle in the distance beyond a beautiful garden. “Welcome to my home.”