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A bacchanal, a baptismal in blood-it was dizzying. It was more of a rite than anything-the stars blurred overhead, kaleidoscopic. Leona’s head was muddled, the taste of iron still on his tongue but the slithering vine cutting him had begun to take a toll-a sacrifice. Up until now, he’d powered through it, but even the greatest of predators could succumb to the wilds. There was hardly an inch of him not stained in the dark. The initial adrenaline was wearing thin, he could feel them now tightening, the razor like thorns cutting over already open gashes, his body unable to discern where the pain ended. A bit of his hair had gotten stuck to his lip falling back, his thick braid unraveling as he breathed and struggled again. It was truly as if he were struggling in the coils of a serpent with an open maw and failing, he could feel himself breaking-

Yet he continued, resilient.

If only to taste that flesh again, that shiver, electric, had given him the sliver of a dream he needed. Like scraps, he held onto it. Relished it. Malleus had quivered for him-that breath was proof that humiliating him would be worth it-he was so mouthy. There was something about that pressure, both applied to his chest and from the rivalry in those eyes that made him coruscate-his pride would see him faint before granting the slightest bit of submission. Malleus would end up an ouroboros beforehand-

Take-

It was slowly dawning on Leona what he had to give-

Hell no-

How surreal this was, how his mind failed him as Malleus toyed with him outside his pants. It worked like a toxic, almost eliminating his thoughts as the feeling overlaid the pain, his pelvis aching as if hoping the pleasure could cover the sensation of how much blood he’d lost. Allow him to feel anything else.

“Ahhngh~” A groan, somewhere between a stifled moan and a growl. It was almost sickening how much he stiffened just from being played with like this-helpless to his desires even as he started writing, his initial satisfaction giving way to his reason.

“How dareaah~” This was torture-he really couldn’t take more than this-overwhelmed by the sensations. No matter how prideful, he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, trying to ensure it. Fuck... How could he be right? There really was nothing he wanted more than the cuts to ease, and to hold Malleus by the horns as he pleasured himself with his body, but-but-he couldn’t even think straight like this-

The hem of his pants-he was almost thankful for the fabric being torn away, it had been hell being this hard confined in them. Oddly, he was so far gone he hardly thought of the ramifications of being completely exposed for Malleus out in these ruins, his own body so perfectly muscular he may have been a statue there. Each line of him was defined, oddly contrasting in the lack of blood except for the markings on his thighs. Even his dick was almost overeager compared to the angry expression on his face. 

Rising-

He wouldn’t drown in this sea of blood-watching Malleus now was almost as if seeing it on a film-unbelievable. That smirk-his own leg, cold as it was pulled up for him. For a moment he paused-there was still a chance he could kick him but-

“FUCK~” This time, there was no filter.  Malleus had bit into one of the only places it didn’t hurt, soft and sensitive, the sensation unlike anything else. Those teeth, going into him yet again-inside him. It had pushed him from the precipice-

Falling. Rising.

The heat of the sun, too close-the flesh of his arm...He could feel the drops of blood fall as it rose as he repeated an encore of his earlier feat-all of his hair was plastered in blood and sweat to his face but he grabbed Malleus by the neck, his claws sinking into his skin as he yanked him out of his thigh again. He’d not make the same mistake again.

“You-” he breathed, dark-desperate. 

“Do ya realize-ha-you’re the perverted one?” His thumb worked around the fae’s face, cutting a deep line in his cheek with his nail, stopping just underneath his eyelid. A few fingers went into his mouth, coated in blood, gripping  him fiercely. 

With a yank, he pulled Malleus down onto him- away from his thigh. In an instant, he moved his grip to one of his horns instead, pushing his face down onto his own dick-

“S u c k.” He commanded, ripping his other arm free of the bounds, beads of blood raining down as he took his dick with his hand and slapped it against Malleus’s face-

“Look, I’m inviting ya to do somethin’-If ya get good at it, we can tell everyone so you’ll be useful.” 

It was this or drown-and if he was going to sink, well, it might as well be quickly. 

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Continued from here (sfw) PLEASE READ THIS PSA:  OOC: This rp will likely contain a few themes that aren’t for everyone-for that reason all replies will be under cuts but please check before reading any of it thank you. trigger warnings: . . . violence, gore, dubious consent/possibly nonconsensual, blood, biting, marking, bdsm, etc If there’s any tag we can use for your blacklist, let me know. Thanks for coming to the ted talk, onto unabashed smut-

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Hunger, hatred, unfathomable heat-warmth where he least expected, his body crackling like an object in a fire. This was not a game he would lose-Malleus should have known better than to play him at this of all things-although it was hard to determine along which precipice he walked-was this a manifestation of violence or lust? The cold wet feeling lingering on the tip of his nipple and the pain left by the bite sending conflicting signals paired so well, and gave him a competitive kick. This was far from over. What was Malleus even intending? To use him? Did he really think he’d lay on his back like a kitten? No, all muscle-all princely smiles and manipulation-there was no stalking a lion in his own domain. He’d fuck Malleus so hard he’d  regret this-or better, make him come back so meekly and ask to get fucked up again. Animal impulses.

Almost involuntarily, he shivered as that tongue ran over his sensitive nipple once again, yet this time when his hips raised to grind into Malleus, it was intentional- That tongue-

It was serpentine, but that shocked expression suited Malleus all too well, his tongue lolled, his usually controlled expression laid bare. It had hurt, yes, but the pay off was well worth it- the little bits of spittle and blood running the paint on his rival’s lips. It was too arousing to think what that sort of tongue might be capable of if it just behaved-he almost wanted to snap a picture of this. It was something he’d never tire of- 

“Y e s.” he answered darkly, the crimson rubies that fell from the fae’s lips running along his sternum and along his collarbone-leaving a stain as they fell. A smirk answered, vulpine. This was the sort of  thing Malleus wouldn’t live down-if he were just freed he’d already be paying for his liberties. His eyes were fixated on Malleus’s claws tugging at his own skin as if to give himself part of the sensation, the way his pale skin indented-the arch of his neck, so slender and graceful. That blood-almost artful in the way it was painted, a symbolic representation of this pact. Given the slightest reprieve, he Leona sat up, one of his arms still painfully tugged back by the vine-his muscle tight as it tried to pull him down but he used Malleus as a sort of anchor. He knew that he wanted to be hurt-to feel the sort of pain only Leona dare put on him, and not suffer it vicariously-it was just like him to desire something so extreme, and he wasn’t going to get it. Not yet.

Instead, Leona’s tongue ran along the blood on his jawline, flat and determined-unwavering, tasting how they mingled together. It was almost possessive, as if he were marking him, from up along his jaw to his hairline, then lapping wetly behind one of those pretty fae ears, his breath hot. Teasing, he nibbled the ear lobe, whispering roughly-

“If ya want help, brat prince, say ‘please’ first~” By some sort of miraculous intervention, a vine wrapped around his neck again, pulling him back from his snack-he instinctively reached up to block it, resulting in his free hand which had held Malleus’s hair to be tied down at the wrist-rendering him unable to move again, at least for a moment.

It was worth it though-just for the reaction-

Who would regret what?

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Continued from here (sfw) PLEASE READ THIS PSA:  OOC: This rp will likely contain a few themes that aren’t for everyone-for that reason all replies will be under cuts but please check before reading any of it thank you. trigger warnings: . . . violence, gore, dubious consent/possibly nonconsensual, blood, biting, marking, bdsm, etc If there’s any tag we can use for your blacklist, let me know. Thanks for coming to the ted talk, onto unabashed smut-

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OOC: trying to write my replies with my roommates...

So I loosely described twst to my rooomates who know I’m a sinner but they didn’t know I’m writing Malleona smut

Roleplaying TWST according to my roommates, J &A : J:”Can I get two mickeys” Mufasa chuckled. J: Wait you’re scar right? J: “Scar chuckled darkly.” A: Ok but if you don’t have him say “Be prepared” before you fuck someone what’s  the point? J: WAIT THIS IS A SEXUAL THING? Me: NO BUT ITS NOT LITERALLY- J: YOURE WRITING PORN AS SCAR FROM DISNEY J: YOU’RE A GRoWNn WoMWNANAN A: yeah she’s a grown woman and she writes porn as disney characters

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Continued from here (sfw) PLEASE READ THIS PSA:  OOC: This rp will likely contain a few themes that aren’t for everyone-for that reason all replies will be under cuts but please check before reading any of it thank you. trigger warnings: . . . violence, gore, dubious consent/possibly nonconsensual, blood, biting, marking, bdsm, etc If there’s any tag we can use for your blacklist, let me know. Thanks for coming to the ted talk, onto unabashed smut-

There was this old tale back home about wandering too far into the desert, where invisible granules of sand cut on the wind and dunes wavered hazily amongst the horizon. Out there, desperate, travelers often came across a mythical oasis. On their deathbeds, they’d claim in frenzies that they’d partaken of clear waters, where otherworldly beings had tended to their deepest needs-it was lush, comforting, harsh in its illusion.

Leona was eviscerated- the stinging pain of the thorns in his skin like a high he couldn’t escape-with each struggle it was as if he were more entwined, more pricks forming along his arms as they wrapped around him greedily, their sharp points just pushed even further in with his movements. Laying supine for a moment, he had to give up-wanting to wipe away the trickle running down the back of his neck but unable to. Strands of his hair clung to his sticky chest, and he waited-

It was unusual for Malleus to go this far,and Leona couldn’t read his expression, his face slightly shadowed by the moon. The trees shuddered, and oddly-he felt vulnerable? It didn’t show on his proud features, but this was usually when they’d come to some sort of terms and take one last stab at each other-but instead? That pause. What had that been? He could hear the grass underfoot-his senses were almost heightened like this? Was he scared? Of Malleus? But what did it matter-

He was, by all rights, destroyed for the night. Naked without his hubris, he was confident there was no further debasement he could suffer than this, his pride gone-laid out supine and toyed with-mocked. It riled his blood, almost to the point he was delirious-it wasn’t going to be an auspicious month for Malleus after whatever it was he intended, as Leona was the sort to seek revenge for this sort of humiliation. But-he couldn’t really tell what those emerald eyes were hiding, and anticipation-unwanted-coursed through him almost like an electric attack. Like doom. He could feel something was going to happen, and he didn’t know-

It was foreign, that pale finger tracing along his skin like an intruder. The feeling was almost like a surreal experience-he couldn’t grab Malleus’s wrist or stop his dark nail from running over a wound and he shivered involuntarily before attempting to escape his bonds again-his muscles straining with the effort. He knew what was happening, and refused to be hunted-not even by a serpent-so tempting....No one would have to know out here, and if he could only find some way to blindside Malleus-

No. 

A threat, preternatural-Leona growled once more, this one almost instinctive, low, as if his body knew what was coming and he were defending his dominance, but the rumble was caught off by a sharp pain in his neck and the sound of his mouth opening-that pressure on his neck. A gasp, a sideways pleading stare up into his captor’s eyes-

It was as if his body couldn’t make sense of it-his brain, his vision kaledescopic. What was death? The air? The pain? The hand, wrapped around him? That devilish smile, studying him like some sort of pet doing a trick? He closed his eyes, but even then it was only worse, as he could smell Malleus’s blood, feel it flowing hot against his neck and mingling as it seeped under the constricting vine. That scent which had led him ear, earthy-arcane-so dammably familar. Why was it pleasing? Why? Lips parted, he choked, thrashing, yet overcome with that new sensation- Beautiful.

What.

Was this? He was burning, his face flushed not from embarrassment but anger-desperation for air, but now he was...shocked? It lasted for the briefest second-that pure emotion before it was tainted by rage--

Who the fuck did Malleus think he was to-

As his face came closer, Leona tried to reach out and bite his face, his growls fervent, although the words were ineffable-partly because there were no phonetics to stop Malleus but also as he could not form them-

Yet so close-was he imagining this? His eyelashes? The side of his jaw? That tongue-

No, no-no.

Malleus was far too tedious. 

As Malleus came down, his fingers tracing across Leona’s tone chest the lion bucked, unwittingly arching as he still craved freedom-he shook, his tatterdemalion way of dressing cursing him for once as it left him so exposed, but-his tongue was so wet, warm across the sensitive nipple he- 

Everything was tight. Loose. Out of control.

Then came the teeth-

“AGH~ Fuck!” Even with the entanglement and chokehold, Leona tried to jerk up to deal with the needle like fangs pressing into his skin, even as it gave way, there was still muscle there, but Malleus’s teeth were piercing far deeper than the thorns, as if really taking a bite out of him...He could feel them inside his skin-pushing deeper still.

Those eyes still on his, drinking up his darkest hour, reveling in it.

From sheer adrenaline, one wrist freed itself from the vine, thorns leaving rips in his skin as it came forwards-

Fingers entwined in dark hair, rough-it wasn’t a well thought out move, but he needed this to stop before he was *consumed by it* With all his strength, he pulled Malleus’s hair back, ripping him out of his own chest, blood welling up from the wound as he glared, tilting the fae’s neck back to see the red line on his painted lips.

“You’ll-” but the word was cut off-like an oasis, it was only a single moment. A wishful thought.

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"leona-senpai," silver approaches the lion with a passive expression. yes, this is the second time he's approached the elder; no, he's hardly afraid of him. "have you seen malleus-sama anywhere?"

What an incorrigible nuisance-Silver was incessant in finding Malleus, and reminded Leona of a thoroughly persistent flea at times. All asks and no answers. Of course, it was rare he wasn’t glued to Malleus’s side, but Leona, lounging about trying to catch the few beams of sunshine coming in through the clouds was not having it. He wasn’t going to play fetch for them- “Why are ya’ askin’ me where Malleus is at? Isn’t that your job or somethin’?” One green eye opened, the only sort of recognition he’d get. “If ya want me to sniff ‘im out it’ll cost ya”

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tw: blood uwu Air-it was expunged from his lungs as he came down like a meteor-burning like a falling star, his claws promising to ravage flesh. He could see the vines wrapped around delicate wrists, bound for even a breath. It would be enough-it had to be. Almost so willingly, Malleus had brought his face closer-his eyebrows like ink, thin angry lines which outlined his own demise. That exhale, almost like relief coursing through him that his hands would meet flesh. It hadn’t been the most elaborate of traps, but it had worked, damn it-and he was going to enjoy his handiwork thoroughly-laying hands on the king was a rare sort of treat, the sort he relished..He could only hope to make a worthwhile mark-

Until his nails ran through a green light, translucent and intangible. He was off balance, his pounce ruined by the escape, quicker than he’d ever witnessed before.

“Ah-”  

Inhale.

Malleus had claws of his own-it unwittingly made him shiver to be grasped by the neck like a kitten, those fingers so merciless yet familiar. The pain where they dug into his skin-

His breath was no longer his-

In slow retaliation, he tried to elbow Malleus, his heel pivoting right as he was shoved, botching his landing. Supine, he knew what was coming before Malleus acted, and was halfway up as the first tendril wrapped around his elbow, pulling him down again. 

This had gone over well.

There was no one to stop them out there, no prying eyes or raised concerned voices-if he could just get to Malleus, he’d make him pay for this humiliation-

“Grr!!!” A low growl, a beastly snarl-

A vine, wrapped around his neck had jerked his head back, holding him even as he writhed-

Unfortunately, Leona still had much to learn when it came to defensive magic-his expertise laid in the offense, and ironically, trickery to avoid capture. Changing into the incorporeal was something that was almost exclusive to the fae, and he really only had a few other ideas as to how to get out of his self-made binding.

How he hated seeing Malleus enjoying this-towering over him like some dark god. Someday-someday he’d tear him down…yet the image-the fantasy was nulled by his own blurry vision. Pain-thorns ripping into his flesh, tearing it in so many places-along his arms, his thigh, his neck, that even he jerked at the prickling sensation. Like roses on vines, his blood bloomed-blotting along the cloth of his clothes in odd pools caused at the angle he was laying at. He fought against the restraints again, thrashing, yet it only dug the barbs deeper-maddening. He wanted to tear at them. Tear at him. The rivulets were painting him, almost like a sort of accessory-dark and unbidden, and there wasn’t much he could do about it-

It was clear from his face, still proud, yet obviously fighting not to cry out or give Malleus the satisfaction of knowing exactly how infuriating his debasement was-his ears flat against his head. Yet somehow he grinned-

“Come ‘ere and say ‘cute’ one more fuckin’ time, I dare ya.” 

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H(arbor)-roots sprawling beneath the detritus of the forest floor like unshakeable thoughts, thick, ancient, and inflexible. They brought nutrients from the soil up to the sentinels of the forest, these massive trunks whose silence had reigned over the darkness and whose branches denoted the generations. Even he, who so loathed regality derived from antiquity knew their importance the canopy obscuring the light of the stars so deep within the woods. Yet lying amongst the foliage was folly, in the thin parched tendrils that stole away sustenance in the name  of beauty. In those vines, (and veins) adorned by thorns.

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                        and when the lion 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔 at you,   what will you do?                           run?                                 scream?                              𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲.                          réglementation                          +                         le catalogue.

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—星に願いを— レオナ.ver

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Sʜɪɴᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ! Sʜɪɴᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴇʏᴇs  ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ  ♥ Sʜɪɴᴇ ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪɢʜᴛ! (Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ʙʟᴏᴡɪɴ' ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ)

Coming soon to theatres... Malleus & Leona feral edition~

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⸻ don’t leave me at the end, my friend.

malleus & lilia, as penned by dove and plant.

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OOC: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAIN MAN @of-thorns

AAAAH honestly I didn't expect when coming back to tumblr to meet anyone I vibe with so much 😭😭😭 Stayed up way too late last night but already you're such a cherished friend and a great writer and the same brand and braincell; Honestly our messages make me laugh so much and our rps give me so much life thank youuu

I'm so glad to have met you you're absolutely incredible 💯💯💯

Have a happy birthday!!!! 💞

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Leaves-leaving whatever was left of his patience-like razors they came back at him, the king framed by the thin edges of them as they came on the reversal of the magic wind, his hair blown back from the oncoming counter. Instead of shirking back he advanced, leaning as he raced forwards. One blade came through, and with a slight jump he caught it in his teeth-his eyes able to trace even such a fast moving object, clearly intended to imitate the scar on his face. He held it for a moment, almost as if it were a boast within itself-almost indolent, as if it hadn’t been a challenge whatsoever. What was it about Malleus that set him off so? 

They were internecine, like storm fronts colliding. That face, that elegant nail against his chin-the shape of his voice juxtaposed to that of  his shoulders never failed to ignite a spark within him. Part of him-that shadow which surely roused him out of bed and brought him here, had come seeking Malleus in hopes that he’d draw this venom out. As if he were addicted to the serum of toxicity-deadly nightshade and the labyrinthine manipulation of their hands. “Im-pressed?” He asked incredulously, his voice slightly marred by the leaf still in his mouth. With two fingers he removed it, folding it in half and chanting an old curse under his breath-

“You’re so easy-but I guess..knowin’ party tricks involves bein’ invited first, hmn~?” A step, even closer- 

“Last week-” His heart beat in tandem

“Next week-” His fingers were still folding the leaf, shredding it as he spoke before he blew it back, yet this time, the slivers were expanding, digging into the ground where they connected and lashing out as vines. Green tendrils, reaching out for the fae king’s wrists to bind them-

“I’ll show ya all the tricks ya want if ya don’t run off now~”  He had no illusions, he was already coming in for a blow-whether the vines were able to take Malleus or not was no consequence, he had taken to the air-

Volitant. Volatile. Violent-

Claws came down from the leap, intent upon shredding that alluring, mocking expression.  @of-thorns

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H(arbor)-roots sprawling beneath the detritus of the forest floor like unshakeable thoughts, thick, ancient, and inflexible. They brought nutrients from the soil up to the sentinels of the forest, these massive trunks whose silence had reigned over the darkness and whose branches denoted the generations. Even he, who so loathed regality derived from antiquity knew their importance the canopy obscuring the light of the stars so deep within the woods. Yet lying amongst the foliage was folly, in the thin parched tendrils that stole away sustenance in the name  of beauty. In those vines, (and veins) adorned by thorns.

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OOC: Hi I’m Vica and I’m relatively new to twst thank you guys for being here-It’s also been about 10 years since I’ve used tumblr for rp purposes so I’m learning the ropes again...this blog will be 99% IC but here’s some info about the gremlin behind the lion~ Age: 26 Pronouns: they/them Rp Experience: 14+ years Main twst muse(s): Only Leona currently Socials, discord: ask Hobbies: Malleona,  cosplay, reading, playing weird old 80s games with my roomates, videogames, studying vocabulary, tamagotchi, 90s anime, gothic fashion, concerts, craft coffee Writing Influences: Patrick Rothfuss, Neil Gaiman, Haruki Murakami Fav foods: Crabs, spicy things, coffee, soup, okonomiyaki Random: literally the only thing I have in common with Leona is we’re sleepy bitches Look forward to talking to everyone~

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Crack. In the facade-the peaceful expression on his face shattering like a mirror. The sound of his fist clenching, the bones in his knuckles grinding. Claws digging into the flesh of his palm. That smile, like a schism itself in the world broke him almost immediately, shattered. The pieces reflected the truth in refracted thoughts as they feel into abyss, lost in a single magic word. Adorable. Baited, like an animal. Fangs bared, as if he’d snarl, Leona took an intrepid step forward as he planned to rearrange Malleus’s smile-

Had he relied on the fae being amicable? Malleable? Agreeable in any fashion? It was almost easy to forget his nature watching him from afar, arcane and graceful-lithe, like a doe. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected this malice, but rather for the briefest second had allowed himself to be poisoned by the toxic mixture of his own ego and the elysian beauty of Malleus in this place...It irked him that he should be addressed so casually, he’d almost fantasized that his request would be granted, like a command-there was something delicious in the thought of Malleus obeying his orders. At his beck and call-

Instead, he was being toyed with. A thought crossed his mind that maybe he should put the fae in his place-scatter him like dust in the wind. He’d be like venters on a wave, inchoate and miniscule. An insignificant fleck...But he’d enjoy that too much wouldn’t he? It would be much better to rob him of his voice, that even sharp tone. To see fear painted across that elegant expression-

It was what he strove for-that dominion, even over the king of thorns.

A growl, like a low rumble-a clearer threat. His response took a beat-as if he were reeling.

“Just offerin’  ya a fair chance Malleus,, plain an’ clear.-” Yet his weight had shifted just a bit, his aura different-magic looming, ominous, like it was seeping. The words were short, a staccato, almost as if he’d spit them out. 

“But-if you think me askin’ is *cute*” “I ain’t gonna  ask anymore!!” It was punctuated with an upswing, not close enough to make contact, but rather an arc of magic leaves, raining down from the trees at his command, sharp-an attack. Retaliation- @of-thorns​

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H(arbor)-roots sprawling beneath the detritus of the forest floor like unshakeable thoughts, thick, ancient, and inflexible. They brought nutrients from the soil up to the sentinels of the forest, these massive trunks whose silence had reigned over the darkness and whose branches denoted the generations. Even he, who so loathed regality derived from antiquity knew their importance the canopy obscuring the light of the stars so deep within the woods. Yet lying amongst the foliage was folly, in the thin parched tendrils that stole away sustenance in the name  of beauty. In those vines, (and veins) adorned by thorns.

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Malleona flag but it's height accurate