#˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ft — ithaca.

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@faebhaal 💋🔪

❝ let me play with your pigtails , then ... i'll be gentle . no tugging . ❞

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❝ oh - ❞ it's unexpected - though , perhaps it shouldn't be . they're always trying to push each other's buttons . sometimes they succeed . but he can sense a shift in her usual playful demeanor as her legs wrap around him like a vice , and he staggers - his hands gripping clutching to the small of her waist as he struggles to stabilize himself . his fingers itch to draw a weapon , go for the throat ; if he was swift enough , it would be painless . he holds her there , instead , curtaining lids hanging low , a glint of subdued mischief in his eyes .

ah - what do you know , from up close like this ... he finally sees it : the resemblance between her and orin . are all bhaalspawn quite this volatile ? ❝ mm ... ❞ a dulcet hum vibrates on his tongue , and he closes his eyes , outstretching his jugular like an invitation as she litters him in her rabid kisses . ❝ ithaca ... ❞ a warning beckons : play nice . and for the first time in a long time , he uses her actual name , rather than the collection of nicknames he keeps in his back pocket .

❝ well , yes - of course . ❞ it's why drow take their selective breeding so very seriously , isn't it ? not much to like beneath the mess of bone and sinew , the peel of smooth skin . the vibrant scarlet cracks open just a sliver , narrowing on her . ❝ - don't . ❞ ivory talons grip at her scalp with underlying possessiveness , then gradually loosen its hold , less savory urges kept at bay as he gently scrapes the protective skin stretched over her pretty skull instead , lulling her with small , rhythmic movements , digging into her wild , pink mane . ❝ ... i like your face the way it is . ❞ a charming lilt touches the outline of his mouth , a rush of goosebumps needling at his spine as her tongue leaves a sticky trail all the way to his chin .

there is a small pause as he stares at her , dragging his thumb all the way down to her temple . ❝ ... that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me . ❞ the look in his eyes is playful , but there's no indication he's lying about that . with practiced gentility , vhaal'krin goes back to caressing her scalp , letting the fae nuzzle up into him like a murderous kitten . ❝ you're cute when you're riled up . ❞

“ it’s a pity you weren’t born with my natural charms. you poor thing. “

@demonswcb

The mistake he's made isn't that he insulted her. Oh no. That's part of their banter, their foreplay. No, it's how he's jabbed at her that causes her mood to take a sour twinge.

You poor thing.

And of course there's the other p-word; pity. She is not a creature to be pitied nor talked down to in such a way. Vhaal has indeed struck the wrong nerve.

Yet he hovers above her, smug grin on gorgeous porcelain features, as if he's done no wrong. That changes though when Ithaca wraps her legs around his waist and uses what bit of strength and dexterity she has to reverse their positions. Now she straddles his waist, hands resting on his shoulders.

The smile she wears is saccharine and playful. Fake to a certain degree. Down she leans to press ankiss on his jaw before her mouth lingers at his ear. "You think you're better than me? The only reason you have any charm is because of this pretty face of yours." She murmurs. "But would you be as alluring without it? We could see how charming you are if I flay the flesh from your head. Perhaps if I wear your skin like a mask I could be half as charming as you, hm?"

With that quip she lightly licks from his ear almost right down to his chin then leans up to look at him face to face. "But then that would be the real pity of it, right? No one else would like you then, yet I would. I like you no matter what. Even when you deserve to have your tongue cut from your skull."

There's a pause and her expression softens. "Ahhh, you've got me riled up now! Better make it up to me or finish what you've started." Ithaca whines, nuzzling against him.

[demonwebs]

❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .

↳ @faebhaal : [ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

look at him , all tame . if you didn't know better , you'd think he's always so well behaved . vhaal'krin bends at the knee , shrinking a couple inches to aid her , malleable , in the hands of the bhaalspawn , as she helps him cover up in shiny new trinkets , contrasting vividly against the ghastly pallor of his skin , and the dark red of his attire.

a triumphant , impish grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as he hears the final clink , and with the necklaces secured firmly in place , he wiggles his body a little , making the jewelry rattle and clink together , then turns to her , as if searching for approval . ❝ do i look pretty ? ❞

[demonwebs]

Ⓐ / @faebhaal 💋

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[demonwebs]

kiss roulette / send 🎲 to generate a kiss!

↳ @faebhaal : 🎲 / 💋💀

roll : 13. a kiss on the chest

an inquisitive look befalls the pink haired faerie , appreciation twinkling dimly in uncharted depths . though vhaal'krin seldom offers a compliment without it being laced in some devious intent , it's hardly a secret he holds her overt displays of brutality in high regard , perhaps just enough to light a spark of fondness in him . ❝ i've underestimated you ... ❞ he points his dagger outwards as he speaks , an idle gesture - but absently , he wonders who'd win in a fight between the two of them . in that thought , he can vividly picture them both mangled . ❝ you are a ferocious little thing , faerie . ❞ he warns her with a smile like an open flame , threatening to ignite , as he moves towards her , his pale limbs striding with the gait of a cautious feline , warily analyzing its target .

she's small , smaller than you'd think ; and he'd always been excessively tall for his kin , so as he approaches , the stretched distortion of his shadow looms high above her , casting her in darkness as his hands reach to grasp at the small of her waist . ❝ and you're so messy ... look at your armor . who knew such a small thing could do so much damage ? i think i'm growing rather fond of you , ❞ with a dash of flattery , vhaal'krin wastes no time lifting her off the floor , holding her high above him , cushioning the tip of his chin against her chest , he swipes his tongue against a splotch of blood , and kisses the spot with practiced tenderness . ❝ we ought to do this again , yes ? ❞

[demonwebs]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

↳ @faebhaal : [ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

so his mind has a tendency to wander off once he's no longer the main subject of the conversation . it's not as if he wasn't listening . he was . for the most part . bits and pieces . there's a brief hint of surprise as she grabs his face hostage , but it easily smooths back into a passive , neutral expression as she holds him there , forcing his focus to remain on her .

a low grumble claws at the low of his throat , itching to complain . ❝ this is not gonna make me listen to you any more than i already do , you know ? ❞ it might , really . if she keeps him forcibly still .

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"It's not like I like you or anything but..." She takes his wrist to clasp a bracelet on it; made with dark leather strips woven together adorned with what look like rose quartz perhaps. She may or may not be wearing a matching one but hers with garnet beads. / @faebhaal

Give the muse an object and see how they react.

he's so used to her snatching his body parts while he's distracted , it almost takes him a second to notice when something leathery clasps around the frail juncture of his wrist . he drow blinks , as if unwitting , and glances at the - bracelet ? he takes in the shape , the intricate work done , and his face softens . ❝ ah ... you never told me you were a craftsman ... i suppose we are bonded , then , ❞ he notes with the hint of a smile . ❝ you know - in our mutual dislike . ❞ which sounds a lot like fondness on his tongue . ❝ thank you , friend . ❞

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on the very tips of her toes she stands, leaning in closer and closer. her lips are just centimeters from his. and as they brush like she's going to kiss him, Ithaca pulls back and sticks her tongue out at him. / @faebhaal

he's nearly floating to her , lips ever so slightly parted and lids heavy as he leans into the pull of her orbit , and he then - she robs him of the satisfaction of a kiss , and it's like stealing candy from a baby . he's pouting now . ❝ you tease . ❞ he accuses in a sultry undertone , jagged canines snapping into the air , trying and failing to nip at her mocking tongue .

[demonwebs]

he's a 10 but doesn't pay enough attention to me...and runs his mouth too much. 🥺 / @faebhaal

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

❝ is that so ? and what would you like to have my mouth do instead ? i have a feeling this is a 'two birds , one stone' kind of problem . ❞

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"Here." In his palm Ithaca places a handful of gold. Nothing odd or unusual out of place. That is until just barely a couple of minutes later it's not gold he's holding but a variety of teeth. The oldest faerie trick in the book. / @faebhaal

Give the muse an object and see how they react.

for a second , just a second , he looks positively delighted ! there is even a small smile on the edges of his lips , but just as quickly as it came , it went . his expression turns sour : dark brows arched downward , peeved .

teeth . his gift turned into teeth in his hands . again . ❝ ... i can't believe you've done this . ❞ again !

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tugs on both his ears to get his attention. "Did you hear anything I said?!" / @faebhaal

❝ ow ! ow - ow ! ❞ his lanky torso arches forward significantly , then downward , and it's almost like being home again , only she's a lot smaller than any of his teachers . ❝ ... how am i supposed to hear anything if you keep pulling on my poor little ears like that ? ❞ those wet red eyes plead for mercy , his bottom lip sticking out ; how could she be so cruel ?

[demonwebs]

INCORRECT  QUOTES  GENERATOR  STARTERS. 

↳ @faebhaal : “don’t  worry,  i  have  a  few  knives  up  my  sleeve.”

a pained sigh exits his nostrils , the slight arch of his spine and way his head hangs downward showing the drow's exhaustion in keeping up with the maniac's antics . ❝ of course you do . ❞ and why wouldn't she , now ? vhaal'krin drawls , staring with an unamused expression on his youthful features , which are rapidly aging at this rate . she's making him be sullen about sticking sharp objects in people for lolth's sake - that should be a crime in and of itself .

❝ little murder fairy , hostages are only leverage if their internal organs remain un-punctured . now , please stop making me be the voice of reason , ❞ he begs in a melancholic tone , swatting her hand like a fly with the strictness of a parental figure , before whatever's sliding off her sleeve has a chance to unravel itself . she's not much for metaphors , is she ? ❝ i very much do not enjoy it . ❞