#˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ FT — be'luh.

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you can guess who filled this out .

❝ my darling , my mistress ... of course it counts ! and if you indulge me , i promise to be in my best behavior . ❞ they can put the portraits side by side , too . they'd hate that . the idea is sounds more appealing by the minute .

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how he'd once longed to know what it felt like - to be someone whom another would miss , someone to be grieved , not just another ghost buried in the tides of time . part of him craved this - for someone , for anyone , to want to remember ; to have known him , seen him . and she made him feel like that - like something worth remembering . he was thankful for it , he was - but he could not bear that look on her face .

it's hardly a reasonable thing to ask - but he'd never ask such a thing of her ; he'd never ask her to be anything other than she is . she was perfect , unyielding and unreasonable , just as she was - he would not have her any other other way .

❝ mrimmd'ssinss , ❞ tentatively , does he reach - a brush of fingertips , grazing , ghosting , yearning ; his tongue slips back into what it knows effortlessly , like an old habit , a lyrical lilt , an unfathomable docility to the words he whisper-vows to her . ❝ i will exist only under the warmth of gaze , if it's what you want , ❞ his voice dropped like spring rain , fading into a drizzle , a scent of lingering fragile left in the air as he presses his palm to her sternum , an underlying possessiveness there which he is only vaguely aware of . ❝ there's nowhere i rather be . you know that ... ❞ faintly , does the trace of a smile touches his mouth . ❝ i am me . i will not fade . i'm stubborn . too stubborn to die . far too stubborn to leave you . ❞

contorting  frames  of  the  past  memories  of  the  general  torn  limb  by  limb  ;  by  the  man  he  called  father  .  the  smile  on  his  face  ,  the  reassurance  in  his  sarafice  .  he  never  showed  teeth  ,  never  bit  ,  but  most  of  all  ,  never  showed  emotion  .  so  why  then  ?  was  it  to  embellish  the  memory  ?  it  was  vile  .  and  stoked  tears  to  her  eyes  .  held  back  by  fragile  ego  .

❝  miss  you  ?  ❞      (  second  nature  to  question  the  seniment  in  his  voice  .  )      ❝  i  dont  want  to  feel  that  pain  again  vhaa-----  ❞      (  she  couldnt  even  say  his  name  ,  nor  look  at  the  softness  beholding  him  ,  face  turned  ,  look  down  ,  do  not  see  this  emotion  on  her  face  ,  do  not  feel  it  in  her  words  .  )

as  much  as  his  sentiment  stimmulated  a  return  of  her  composure  ,  it  was  so  misplaced  ,  to  swear  such  a  thing  was  broken  .  promises  were  broken  ,  oaths  broken  ,  contracts  broken  .

❝  don't  ,  ever  ,  leave  my  sight  .  if  you  cannot  stop  death  ,  then  i  want  to  have  your  memories  etched  into  mine  .  ❞      (  in  vivid  detail  ;  every  image  ,  every  smile  ,  every  laugh  ,  every  scowl  ,  every  tantrum  .  )      ❝  i  wont  make  that  mistake  again  .  ❞

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PROMPTS FOR LAVISH BALLS, PARTIES, AND SECRETS

↳ @leashedevil : "that's a rather garish color on you."

❝ ... in - like ... a bad way ? ❞ the drow's steely confidence seem to momentarily waver ; his scarlet eyes flicker down , doubt-ridden , the blunt end of his incisors gnawing on the bit of skin they can pull from his bottom lip . perhaps it was a bit much . then again , most things look a little much against the ghastly pallor of his complexion .

the drow , who's close to pouting , brushes off some invisible dust from his shoulders . ❝ ... you don't like it ? ❞ and suddenly he's consumed by that thought , the little crease on his dark brows softening his expression into something disappointed rather than argumentative . ❝ ... i could change ... ❞ normally , he would not care what anyone had to say , but her opinion is clearly held to a different standard than the others . ❝ so ... hypothetically ... if i were to do that ... what ... what colors do you like ? ❞

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@leashedevil “ it’s time for your bath , you mangy mutt .” ( holding a bucket of , warm, water , a sponge and some nice smelling soap that she all will personally apply with care. ) “ otherwise you’re getting tied to the tree outside the tent .” (In other words, she wants him to keep her company tonight. Princess translation is hard. )

❝ mrrrrrmm ... ❞ cue all the stretching and outstretching of his long , pale limbs , there is a feline gracefulness to his languid movements , even as his joints pop , but he snaps his teeth in her direction like a dog , like a puppy - playful , teasing , with a smile that reaches all the way up to his devious little red eyes , as if inviting her to play with him .

another hum , he doesn't walk the short distance to her , but rather crawls on both hands and knees until there is no room left to traverse , until she's close enough to reach , to touch , to push the crown of his head against and sigh in contentment . ❝ alright ... ❞ he says , standing upright on his knees , a single arm sneaking around her waist , glittering red eyes glittering in the dark , asking for attention . ❝ ... bathe me if you must , mistress , ❞ which is his way of saying he wants to spend time with her , too - whatever shape it takes . ❝ but don't linger too long ... or i'll get you dirty too . ❞

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a small package has arrived for the drow . scented of the rose , vanilla and cherries that stang the back of nostrils . sulfur . betwixt paper was a dog collar of expert craft , black and fitting of his attire , enriched with two rubies and between the name tag .

a note : ' a present for my thoroughbred . do enjoy its weight and feel . it better be present on that adorable neck of yours the next time we speak , i wouldnt have anything to attach my leash to otherwise . and that would make me oh so sad - be'luh '

a gift ? all for him ? now he just feels all .. special . spindly digits unfurl , inspecting the package with caution ; but soon a waft of that familiar , sweetened scent permeates the air , and his hound nose immediately recognizes it as her own . it makes him eager, it makes him mellow , it softens the sharp edges of his face . his fingers trace the edge of the package with care , abandoning caution ; he's alone now , nobody to watch him , even his patron is dormant - and so he allows himself that small moment of vulnerability , veiled in the protective shield of solitude .

slowly , delicately , he unwraps the paper , revealing the fancy collar , his thumb brushing to feel the leather under his skin . such a tease . it'll fit perfectly around the delicate column of his neck , won't it ? such a thoughtful gift . he simply must find a way to thank her . the vibrant hues of his eyes shift its focus to the note , and a small smile coils itself into the corner of his mouth . 'oh so sad' , huh ? that's just unfair . she knew he couldn't allow that . now he has to try it on .

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@leashedevil : he's a ten ... but i generally might accidentally break him one day . and he will actually die , and not just ... return to the hells in a pile of ash .

♢      —        send  [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ]  and finish it in my muse’s inbox.

❝ is that a promise ? because i can assure you he'd die very happy if it were by your hands . ❞

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@leashedevil : good little puppy ~

Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

❝ ... ❞

❝ ... woof . ❞

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

↳ @leashedevil : ❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

he's not really allowed to fraternize with devils . discouraged is the term they like to use . discouragement can get a little harsh . ineffective , when it comes to vhaal'krin , of course , but harsh . ❝ oh ? does my mood displease you , mistress ? ❞ cranky indeed , but even as the drow flips through the pages of his book , leg dangling off his seat , attempting to look as nonchalant as ever , he can't resist stealing a quick glance .

❝ you know , contrary to one's self involved world view , my moods don't exist to please you , you know ? ❞ harsh . he can return the harshness he is given , but he can't hide from her hound nose , from her trained eyes . there is fondness there still . he falters . ❝ do you expect me to go all ... what ? ... starry-eyed ... ❞ check . ❝ ... weak-kneed , ❞ good thing he's sitting . ❝ every time you walk into a room with your ... shiny hair , and your ... pretty eyes and your ... enviable cheekbones ? ❞ what in the hells was that ? he clears his throat , suddenly a little bashful . maybe he is under the weather .

❝ ... i think the sun just gave me a headache or something . ❞ vhaal'krin mumbles , wiping the little bruise on his lip with his thumb . well , why didn't he just say that to begin with ? that almost sounded plausible .

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that softness sitting in his chest like a disease aches to kiss the very hand that bruises ; oh how he cherishes her so , her company and her voice , her unrelenting nature that wraps itself around him like in a smothering hold . part of him is content with simply orbiting around her , and part of him knows he'll always want more ; the selfish , greedy part he can hardly contain .

he likes a great many things , but none sound quite as compelling as - ❝ you ? ❞ the pale curtains of his eyes crack open , just a sliver , unable to resist the temptation of seeing her . the pale of his throat had been offered so willingly , and he didn't look worried . should be , probably . but he was a bit too taken to control his impulsivity .

his lashes flutter , hanging in suspense as she calls for him ; and he should be thankful when her grip comes undone before cracking his neck . he should . he should . ❝ ... ouch. ❞ the drow pouts , and lightly rubs the sore spot on his neck . ❝ you're so mean to me . ❞ and the way he says it almost makes it sound like he enjoys it . ❝ ... you're right , but you're mean . ❞ he withdraws some , sighing . ❝ fine ... i'll go bathe in roses and ... whatever else you like . ❞

a  new  plaything  ,  a  little  doll  for  the  princess  to  use  .  and  he  felt  so  firm  in  her  grasp  .  she  deserved  this  .  call  it  a  replacement  ,  call  it  comfort  .  it  felt  like  home  .  old  patterns  repeated  .

❝  a  carrot  and  stick  does  wonders  ,  tell  me  what  would  be  your  favoured  treat  ?  ❞  (  his  eyes  were  captivating  ,  even  when  closed  ,  enough  so  that  without  thought  ,  her  inspection  got  closer  .  )  ❝  keep  you  ?  don't  be  foolish  ,  when  you  allowed  me  to  take  you  in  my  hands  -----  ❞  (  grip  tightened  )  ❝  you  became  mine  already  .  ❞  (  lies  littered  their  conversation  .  she  was  abyss  ,  infernal  incarnate  ,  and  their  deal  had  be  uttered  in  hushed  words  ,  the  contract  of  action  .  not  pacted  ,  but  in  the  pack  .  )

❝  vhaal'krin  -----  ❞  (  an  inflection  like  a  question  ,  but  the  still  tightened  grasp  ,  and  tapping  of  a  finger  on  beating  skin  told  otherwise  .  )  ❝  you  need  to  take  a  bath  .  ❞  (  grasp  released  ,  and  she  returned  to  her  book  ,  but  for  a  breif  moment  ,  she  glanced  toward  him  ,  eyes  veiled  by  lashes  ,  as  not  to  let  him  deduce  her  focus  was  not  on  her  tales  .  )

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❝ maybe i just need someone to teach me good behavior . ❞ those beady eyes crinkle , full of sunny affection ; and doesn't he look like the picture of something fully docile ? if not for the constant , ever-lingering shadow of subdued predation trapped beneath the gossamer veil of his dark lashes . when they flutter closed , then , relishing on those small affections she offers , for the first time , he looks so peaceful .

even his throat feels as malleable as clay against the sharp edge of her talons , there is no resistance from him - he almost looks comfortable as his head lolls , the pale column of his neck outstreching and bending to her whim like an unspoken invitation . you'd think he enjoys being appraised and thoroughly inspected . ❝ be'luh ... ❞ he makes her name sound like a warning , cracking his eyes open just a sliver to watch her from the corner of his peripherals . ❝ if you keep this up , i'm gonna get attached , ❞ and he's not joking in the least . ❝ and you'll have to keep me . ❞

what  loose  lips  will  give  ;  a  compliment  goes  a  long  way  ,  and  her  vanity  only  matched  ego  .  his  actions  ,  his  relentless  words  ;  were  all  the  drow  men  a  vox  for  subserviance  ?  or  only  the  special  few  held  the  fragility  -----  he  was  a  brat  ,  however  .  and  that  amused  the  princess  .

❝  -----  and  you  have  a  loud  mouth  .  ❞  (  small  yet  powerful  ,  were  her  hands  ,  ready  in  violence  ,  reached  forward  to  take  what  was  offered  .  snatch  it  .  but  that  brute  force  did  not  come  ,  did  not  grasp  ,  a  single  finger  trailed  from  his  nose  down  to  his  lips  ;  not  pressing  on  them  ,  only  ghosting  .   suprisingly  sweet  ,  but  the  same  hand  ,  in  quick  fashion  ,  grabbed  at  his  throat,  the  same  finger  forcefully  turning  his  head  to  inspect  it  ,  the  theatrics  were  so  grotesque  .  )  ❝  you  are  a  thoroughbred  ,  beautiful  and  perfect  -----  like  a  marble  statue  .  i  will  have  a  collar  fashioned  for  you  .  ❞

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there is a slight tilt to his head , an almost inhuman machination to the stiffness of its contemplative movements ; he observes her with watchful eyes , kneely aware of every small movement . but there's no hint of fear in him , no hesitation .

❝ you have more manners than most mortals , ❞ the drow tells her , and it's not only partly jest . the flicker of a smile dances across the edges of his lips like a small flame , and he leans slightly into her steely grip , nudging the sharp edge of her claw with his nose . ❝ ... but that was offering , you know ? ❞ now , drows aren't quite as resilient as devils , he's sure , but ... he's confident he can survive . maybe . probably . there are worse ways to go .

       ❝  i  would  not  speak  words  i  did  not  mean  ;  i  may  be  devil  ,  but  i  do  not  silver  my  tongue  .  ❞  (  eyes  trailed  from  his  to  his  neck  yet  again  .  )  ❝  it  is  sturdy  but  graceful  ,  perfect  to  grasp  ...  ❞

       infernal  blood  began  to  boil  ,  a  hand  with  inch  nails  ,  so  well  painted  in  gold  ,  but  their  sharp  tips  stopped  mid  way  between  them  ,  a  devil  takes  whats  offered  ,  if  not  bargained  ,  it  is  a  gift  to  be  taken  -----  not  a  conquest  .  she  bates  her  breath  ,  waiting  for  permission  to  take  ,  and  not  let  go  .  to  what  extent  ,  is  up  to  him  .

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a contemplative hum unspools on his dulcet tongue . he does like treats . the way vhaalkrin outstretches himself seems to purposefully keep him at a lower angle than the she-devil , peering at her longingly through the gossamer veil of his lashes , inching closer , and closer , his chin cheekily cushioned between pale knuckles .

❝ --- you really think my neck is perfect ? ❞ which seems to be his one and only concern .

         ❝  --—  and  a  treat  .  ❞  (  she  did  not  smile  ,  but  her  voice  lulled  ,  low  and  sultry  ,  but  still  the  sarcasm  continued  .  )   ❝  how  about  a  new  necklace  ?  scratch  doesnt  need  his  dog  collar  anymore  .  ❞

       if  he  were  to  find  himself  within  reach  of  her  infernal  grasp  ,  that  is  what  he  would  be  ,  a  replacement  for  the  hell  hounds  she  oh  so  missed  .  a  pretty  end  of  a  leash  .  worthy  of  show  .  where  she  could  yank  at  it  and  parade  the  puppy  around  ,  like  some  trophy  .

         ❝  well  ?  little  pup  ?  want  to  be  a  good  boy  for  me  and  offer  up  your  perfect  neck  ?  ❞

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vhaal'krin's never been one to dread death ; no point dwelling in fear over the unavoidable fate that awaits all that which is mortal , which dies , which rots . he only knew he did not wish to dissipate like smoke , with gentility , in the quiet , in peace . he abhorred that thought , almost as much a he abhorred the promise of peace in and of itself . life should not be peaceful if it had meaning . from the moment he was born , he could feel death's icy grip around his neck . it was a familiar shadow , it was there on from his first breath , looming , lulling , and he knew it'd wanted him then , as much as it wanted him now . 'no' , he'd denied it over and over . he would not go gentle into that good night . if it wanted him terribly , then let claim him by force - bloody and screaming , burning and raging . let it be brutal , and unforgiving , etch its pain into him . he wants to see how it ends . to have proof ; that he had a life worth living .

❝ you'd miss me . ❞ he vocalizes the sentiment building on her tongue , even if he knows she'd not wish him too . yet there is no glee , no satisfaction , as he thought it might , once . he finds no joy in seeing her stoic faze crack under the pressure of such morose sentiment , scarcely recognizing the warmth in his own voice , for one who abhors gentility so much . ❝ i'm sorry ... ❞ it tastes honest in his tongue this time , in a way it hasn't for a long time . ❝ i don't like seeing you ailed by such grim thoughts . ❞ he confesses , the softness of his voice meant for her ears only as he crouches down , his head lolling with fondness , a kindness that feels so very foreign , as he watches her . how could the meaning he'd searched for , for so long , taste so bitter now ? he always thought it'd be sweet .

he presses his thumb , gently , between her brows , covering the frown , as if that itself could alleviate his own guilt for being such a terribly fragile , fickle thing . ❝ if you don't wish it so , then i'll make sure it doesn't happen , ❞ he speaks lightly , but with such conviction , it's almost too easy to believe him . ❝ i won't die unless you give me permission ... promise . ❞

stolen  glances  ,      but  petty  words  ,  and  a  brutish  undertone  in  every  word  spoken  toward  the  drow  .  lately  she  had  been  ‘meaner’  ,  been  brushing  off  advances  .  distant  ,  but  still  ever  present  ,  keeping  him  in  sight  .  the  watchful  eye  ever  lingered  ,  like  the  words  on  her  lips  ,  and  hands  that  reached  but  never  touched  .  it  was  obvious  that  something  bothered  her  ,  took  only  the  dead  to  ignore  the  matter  of  fact  .

                    𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒           @demonwebs : ❛ why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ❜

(  her  brows  always  gave  her  away  ,  an  otherwise  stoic  faced  ,  mawwed  by  the  sorrowful  dent  .  )      ❝  you  will  die  .  ❞      (  spoken  as  fact  )     

❝  the  answer  to  both  questions  posed  -----  you  will  die  ,  whether  in  battle  ,  in  illness  ,  or  in  the  comfort  of  your  bed  of  memories  after  your  elven  lifespan  has  ran  its  course  .  you  will  die  ;  and  i  do  not  wish  for  that  to  happen  .  now  ,  later  ,  or  in  any  mentioned  path  .  ❞      (  not  like  him  .  not  like  the  last  .  )      ❝  i  am  coming  to  terms  with  that  .  patience  ,  pet  .  ❞

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ah . mocking him now , is she ? mischief crinkles on the smooth corners of his delicate features , and the pointed dagger comes to rest idly between his long fingers as he props himself forward , tucking his weapon away now under his chin as it cushions atop his knuckles , enjoying her attention instead .

❝ --- yes . ❞ his gaze narrows , playful , and far from dissuaded by her chronic stoicism . ❝ in fact --- i'm feeling terribly sleepy , right about now . doesn't that warrant some praise ? ❞

               be'luh's  face  stayed  stoic  ,  not  even  a  blink  ,  grey  skin  pristine  ,  black  lips  straight  .  though  inside  these  unhumoured  eyes  ,  there  was  pleasure  ,  joyful  .  he  humoured  her  .  he  was  like  incubi  below  .  beholden  to  adoration  and  completely  destitute  . 

❝  yes  yes  ,  your  knife  work  was  good  .  ❞  (  drawled  so  condescending  )  ❝  want  me  to  supervise when  you  releive  yourself  next  ,  applaud  when  you  use  the  dunny  ?  ❞  (  her  eyes  never  moved  from  his  )  ❝  call  you  a  good  little  pup  for  going  to  bed  on  time  ?  ❞