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—– Along in hours of her awakening, were moments lurking in which skin pressed on skin, peacefully; ( in all your bewilderment. ) the heat betwixt figures forgotten, belonging to bygone moon glows. Only warmths of accompanying bodies remained, transmitted their temperature onto softest bed in their rest. Cool morning touch stroked her eyelids whilst wide waters were calm. Yet troubled by the lightnings on crooked spine, legs and chest - the languid siren stretched her own. This vessel felt too tight at times. Never was the compression of a wild celestial into smaller room a clever idea. – – – Thus, there were lonesome moments needed for her to breathe. With that arose the Leviathan, leaving the male underneath the fabric of blankets.

        Inside the very cabinet, ( door closed for silence’s sake ) resided the female for search of material to cover her bare whites. Silk she chose for a smooth match. The mirror which held this godly reflection, entered a span of recognition. Irises made of grey prism watched those parts that he had touched. Remembered those that her own hands hovered, the last. And she wondered if her fingertips left scars or marks - for never would true harm last, as a planned intention within such… occurrences. But her edges were sharp, caressing lips caused pain to a common mortal. But he’s the one exception. The divine light did not burn him.

        The voice beyond locked wooden barrier called for her, lured female’s attention finally into the outside. She wandered in slow stride - feet and ankles in their natural shine. Placed herself down for his assistance to intertwine strands within formal inquiry; yet something else would those ash colors receive. A PULL drew her focus to a mischievous smile - ( another moment of harsh tugging; he loved to TEASE. But her temperament was impetuous ) this man’s grasps were gentle and rough all the same.

         Her first instinct would arise as the immediate reach for the pulls origin. A coarse touch to be done, whilst a flexed tendon already presented its obscure beauty upon the back of her ever so delicate hand, connecting wrist and knuckle. The second, a pressured growl of the monstrous creature she were. Do not forget this: she’s a beast with a serpent’s tongue. And much like an unearthly serpent could this Nymph h i s s. Acridly, threatening.

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          Alone to provoke a goddess like he did – – what a nerve he had, what daring courage. To challenge H E R was a foolish decision. O ‘holy’ Savior, were you aware she could be your undoing, your ruin, your DEATH, - if she so desired? But the action was returned in equal cruelty. This royal blood has been a lucky one, he may expect the forgiving hint, to be not a placement of her fingers onto his neck.

        But this sturdy jawline served as theatre for trickery protests - perfectly shown and freed for her to kiss, to bite and lick. However would she refrain, despite the heartache… only finely pecked ceramic teeth along a small canvas of nude scenery widths - until her visage entirely was drawn away with the same smirk faking that of the HEALER, devilish in its essence. She could play his torture game as well – believed yet not into his triumph and win.

          A rejection to her request he gave, and to this chuckled the frustration from her silently, briefly. This goddess only wished a lovely design for her hair – or preferred he rather to see hers untidy in all bloom?  “What shame. Then it must be done by ourselves. If thou removes then thy hands, so an interruption with our schedule may not occur… so soon? See, how she teased, as hands took his own from their position, guiding masculine palms along slender carved shoulders; arms as pale as one of these ancient statues of women unknown to her. And oh those HIPS: her scales, so unspeakable tender curves they possessed. Their hands; warm lingering within sea’s cold; ghosted over this feminine Silhouette. Slowly but surely – never close enough to reach the wave’s surface. It’s her revenge, her dominance. “Hast the Caelum ceased such mannerism to prepare himself for his duties, at last? Or would he desire a little break for the day?” – and the evening… into the next night. 

to consume the seven seas, one must renounce your entirety — to her eyes, her flesh, the compass that draws your lips to the verve of her breath. a moment’s altercation could lead serenity astray — such is the nature of his sporadic taunts — but to settle the ferocity of her waters lingers upon discretion of touch. a diversion of preference ( to sooth the cosmos ), he handles her, entices her, temptation in dominance yet her resistance is boundless. how is it possible to govern the limberness of the ocean? to grasp the shapeless reform of her entity — barren thighs and twisted lips — is but a folly of their haze; a vapour of the lungs, distilled like that of a separate reality cloaking them in rivalrous affection.

the ‘ tug ’ was but a playful reminder that neither served the other, regardless of their commissioned physicality. they embraced liberty in conjoined desperation — her lips intertwining with the loyalties of his own, a fragment of history within the walls of her former cage. yet as amber meets crystalline hues, thriving in the vibrancy of their union, he is presented with but a whisper of their beginning. let us not forget, she had been restrained for her temper — an agony of the celestials left muffled within lamented shrine.

she could strangle him with her essence, smother him with her silver physique — yet a warmth accompanies her reverting tease as though outplaying him at his own game. ‘ unlikely , you little minx — ’ presence of digits scampers along his jawline, suggestive in their allure — however, a latent deception riles ardyn’s heartbeat. colourless fervor rouses him still, noticeable of her willingness to partake in his amusement. she trifles the caelum, sways his poise with unruly riposte. ‘ and you don’t see yourself as manipulative . hmhm — it flatters you , really … ’ voiceless attraction stimulates intellect. a capricious relish loiters upon his tongue, her cosmogenic lashes fluttering within temporary delirium. how is it that she can modify his answer so easily? ‘ no ’ does not mean ‘ yes ’ and yet — here he is, at her moderation.

nonsense, tia —— you know well my compulsion to rise early and attend the people , only in this moment i have been taken out to the shores , to acclimatize myself with the harbours of your … tantrum . ” curvature of voluptuous body, melded with aspiration of palms as she guides his susceptible yearn down the length of her form, protracts difficulty in resistance. ‘ what sweet revenge , for you . ’ breath encounters her neck; a soliloquy of caresses meet in silence along her flesh. lips skim — humbly repentant — and draw conclusion of his gamble to deny.

concise were his efforts to perturb her, a delving prod against her disposition — enough to waive his arduous schedule if but for another morning alone. each day he was subjected to the misfortune of his people, the scourge to dehumanize mankind, he felt himself slipping from her. as such, fingers trail the length of femininity — the caelum stepping aside to hold up her wrist in the calm of gravity. he looms, standing, whilst fingers communicate what eyes suppress. ‘ i never want to let you go . ’

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“ return to bed with me , ” he offers, releasing her hand so as to pursue his proposition. ankles flourish in motion, delivering him to the refinement of coverlet with zealous stride. tresses gleam under brilliance of sunlight, courteous to sneak in from a narrowed opening in the curtains. “ perhaps then i shall explore my … ‘ dexterity ’ in braiding a woman’s hair . ” heights descend with smile in tact, limbs draping across mattress’s breadth with devious motivation. linen beckons her, manipulated by buoyant hands as posture rolls beneath lilac velvet. he’s not to amend the knots of her hair, no — he shall make new ones — he’s not to prepare her, restore her for the afternoon to come, no — he is to cup his hands about her depths, tilt his head back, and drink.

 

allow me

❛ Each night you t e a r apart a name, calling yourself everything but the light. ❜

to regale you

this is an indie roleplay blog for
Ardyn Izunia
from final fantasy xv.
( she / her )

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