#˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ prompts — asks.

[demonwebs]

do you really need someone to say you’re pretty every hour of the day??

❝ once a day is fine , i suppose ... but once every hour is ... encouraged . ❞

[demonwebs]

a hand pushes through the red of his hair , spilling it like blood upon the altar of his god , the bone-white knuckles of his lovers tangled within its sanguine depths , pious in a way he knows borders on sacrilegious . and yet . and yet . it's so easy to lose sight of himself when they're together . ❝ you make such beautiful promises to me ... ❞ the words drip from his mouth quiet and devotional , his hand pushes against the hollow of his throat , and the center of his chest , leaning him , mapping him . ❝ don't you know , by now , how greedy i am for you ? ❞ what if he wanted everything ? what if he wanted all of him ? he is greedy , and unreasonable , he knows ; but he cannot help all the selfish ways he has come to want him .

against the softness of his thumb , the sound that sprouts forth brings a bubble of gentle laughter to his on throat , it bursts and affection overflows , honeyed and infectious , drizzling down the tip of his sweetened tongue as that pale thumb hand comes to caress his cheek practiced docility instead . ❝ i didn't know you could make that sound ... ❞ it sounds unfathomably , unmistakably pleased , low and amused , a velvety purr in the low of his throat .

❝ which button do i press to make you do it again , mm ? ❞ he teases , lips moving languidly , to the shell of his ear and the corner of his mouth , savoring him in almost too intimate display of affection not to be held as a secret between four walls , but he can't bring himself to care or even remember about prying eyes that lurk about - he can't remember any eyes that are not serkan's , in fact ; he's far too taken , wholly infatuated with his little bhaalspawn to spare a single thought or fleeting glance elsewhere , to show any ounce of restraint .

❝ here , maybe ? ❞ he teases further as he nips at the rouge of his cheeks . ❝ here ... ? ❞ his teeth find the chiseled cut of his jaw , lips curved into the shape of a smile . ❝ oh , i know ... ❞ canines press to the vulnerable flesh of his bared jugular , but vhaal'krin could never hurt him , not really , not without gutting himself in the process . ❝ how about here ? ❞ he lets the jaggedness of his teeth scrape against the flesh , demanding and unrelenting as his hand travels between serkan's thighs , prying them apart , the gentle cuts in the layered fabrics that drape down his willowy form flow gracefully feel intentionally lewd in the way they part at the jut of his waist , effortlessly swept aside to strip down the paleness of his flesh until there is nothing but skin on skin . ❝ serkan ... ? ❞ comes that treacherously dulcet , sing-song lilt as he pushes himself between his legs , coaxing them with ease around his hips . ❝ ... what other sounds do you think i can make you do ? ❞

The way Vhaal looks at him, with nothing but pure want, adoration and hunger.... it tingles just under his flesh, giving him a giddy little feeling that only grows as fingers dip into the blood of his wound. His eyes follow every movement, as Vhaal licks the blood from his own fingers, thoroughly cleaning them. With the way he seemed to enjoy the taste of his blood, it truly makes him wonder if Vhaal had been a vampire in another life. He can imagine it oh so clearly, him biting into flesh with those dagger-like canines of his and lapping up the blood that follows. Almost nothing would change.

"You needn't want anything from me, you know... just take. There's nothing you could want of me, that I wouldn't offer you gladly~" He chases the feeling of his lips as Vhaal pulls away, but is quick to shove down any complaints as he feels them against his neck instead. His mind trails back to his earlier thoughts. Thoughts of sharp teeth puncturing his flesh. He thinks he would enjoy being ripped apart with those teeth.

Once again, he feels that disapproval in the back of his mind.

He lets Vhaal guide him whichever way he liked, eagerly kissing him back, or tilting his head to give him access. He just wanted to be touched by him. Nothing ever felt like it was quite enough. Sometimes he wished he could crack open his own ribs and let the spider crawl inside, so he never had to experience another moment without his touch.

An idea for another time, perhaps.

He feels stone against his hips as he's pushed back against the alter. He's anticipating something, but... it wasn't this. Soft kisses peppered against his skin, every inch of it that Vhaal can reach. Before he realizes it, his shoulders shake and a soft sound akin to a giggle escapes the Bhaalspawns lips. An uncharacteristic sound, a joyful little sound, lacking in murderous glee or arrogance. If it hadn't been for the context, one may have almost found a sense of innocence in it. Almost.

"I-- I don't think you could if you tried, now..." Serkan's hands tug at the drows waist, bringing him close so he can press him close. So he could feel just how much he wanted him right now. "Show me how you'll worship me, Beloved."

[demonwebs]

*chews on his arm* :/

❝ ... ❞ ❝ ... ❞ ❝ ... ❞ he tugs at her ear like a misbehaving dog . ❝ bad girl . ❞

[demonwebs]

’ i’ll try to look sufficiently meek and oppressed. ’

DRAGON AGE 2 SETNENCE MEME

the drow offers her a sideways glance which could only be categorized as both pointed and skeptical . mostly skeptical . he doesn't think she could look meek if she tried - she's no him , after all . five minutes of batting her lashes coquettishly at people and smiling aimlessly like her head's full of air and happy thoughts as she nods along with the conversation , and he thinks her brain would splatter all over the walls ; granted , the wallpaper was dull and could use a little color , but he doesn't think it's worth the hassle .

❝ right , right ... you're good at that - pretending . being undercover ... not saying fuck every two sentences . ❞ sardonicism nips at his witty tongue , and the drow leans his flank against the wall , looking thoroughly amused by the thought . ❝ no , no , go on ... it's been a long day - i could use a little entertainment . ❞

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*a magic book appears in front of him, titled: how to treat women and their hair - mystra*

❝ ... excuse me - if this is veiled criticism about me , ❞ not veiled , really . ❝ i won't hear it , and i won't respond to it . ❞ like he's doing now . he mumbles something incoherent in high drow . ❝ ... like it's my fault your hair is an entity that glows ... ❞ he's keeping the book .

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❝ that's a tough predicament ... on one hand - you'll be as tall as a mountain and i'll need to get a ladder soon , but on the other ... you know , i rather enjoy watching you consume things . ❞ tangible and otherwise . ❝ and you don't ever feel ... you know - full ? satiated ? ❞ he asks , out of sheer curiosity , and yet - he asks an inkling of a feeling he knows the answer to that question . mora hungers , he is not certain it can quell that ache any more than the spider queen can find peace within her web . ❝ well , well ... don't you sound like a whole universe ? if only i was so lucky as to live inside you , ❞ it's mostly jest . mostly . ❝ if you do decide to fracture my poor little mind with all of your glorious magnitude one day , will you do me the favor of eating me whole , at least ? being devoured by the god of knowledge sounds like a rather exciting way to go . ❞

“&– - I have never stated it wasn't. It is a byproduct of intention-- - I grow as I consume. It is knowledge that fuels me, and in everything there is knowledge. Though more... typical method as understood by mortals have provided a minimal similarity as well while within this vessel.” And never once did it actually SATISFY FULLY, but Hermaeus Mora mused this openly with a light ease. Then an entertained flicker of a tentacle. “&– - It means this form is but a miniscule fraction of the whole of me. Your fragile mortal ego would be the least of worries when a true observation of it would shatter the mind instead.”

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*dumps a bunch of glittery and fancy new hair brushes and accessories in his lap* do my hair.

❝ my ... looks like someone has missed my lovely hands . ❞ and if someone happens to overhear that ... good . ❝ i don't hear the magic words ... aren't you're supposed to be very good at those ? ❞ yes , he does think he's very clever .

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She used a concerning amount of sugar peel masks for the last 3 days. Maybe now Babette tastes like cotton candy. ❝ Vhaal ? My hopes are high that I managed to make myself taste like sweets. ❞

Not very determined in her statement. Poor meow meow just wants to make up for her failures.

❝ aaah ... there you are ... did you come to apologize again ? ❞ why did she take so long ? he's missed her . he's been waiting . he pulls her into the smothering confines of his chest , wrapping his arms tight around the hexblood . ❝ mmm ... that's better . you smell even sweeter than usual ... did you finally make yourself edible so i can properly eat you up ? ❞ - no , don't answer him , he can figure this one out by himself . he pulls her hair back , sinking his tiny fangs into her neck .

[demonwebs]

puck, with his 27 strength: Hey Guys What Are We Talking About :)

❝ that's too many points ... i'm gonna need proof ... carry me , bridal style - for an undefined amount of hours . ❞

[demonwebs]

your crimes aren't excusable just because you're pretty :/

❝ only ugly people think that way . ❞ is she sure she's not a shar worshipper ? she's the one who has dibs on all the ugly people who need to hide in the shadows or something like that he wasn't listening , right ?

[demonwebs]

Jaheira sauntered up to Vhaal with an almost casual, lazy pace. She leaned against him, as if he were nothing more than a convenient post to prop herself up.

And then — CHOMP — she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

“We're even now."

absorbed in the book at hand , vhaal'krin hardly notices the stealthy druid approach like a snake slithering between the bushes , ready to strike , until it is too late . ❝ ow ! ❞ she menages a wince from the drow , a hiss of disapproval as he outstretches the twinge of pain off his pale limbs , rolling his shoulder in his socket , the mark of her teeth still carved into it .

❝ you know , little druid , ❞ so it starts , voice smooth as velvet again as those perilous red eyes move to its peripherals , eyeing her with a hint of barely subdued malice . ❝ back in menzoberranzan ... if a woman bites you like that , they're usually trying to do more than to get even . ❞

[demonwebs]

Ok vhaal explain to me how you think marriage works

❝ well ... you know ... ❞ he fidgets a little , lacking his usual confidence . ❝ um ... if a woman deems you valuable enough - she takes you in as her own for - i don't know , however long she wishes to , and and then ... you give her daughters , and ... provided you manage not to disappoint or bore her too terribly in the meantime , maybe she'll let you go once she's through , otherwise ... once you've outlived your usefulness , i - um ... she ... she hunts you for sport ? i presume ? ❞

[demonwebs]

she's not "anti spiders" but she is terrified of spiders. also not sure what a "certified drow tamer" is but she can cast daylight over and over again...so...

❝ come one ... they're so fuzzy and pretty ... did you know they liquify the insides of their prey to devour them ? - please don't cast daylight on me . ❞

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*picks him up by the scruff like a misbehaving kitten*

❝ hey ! ❞ swish , swish ! his talons cut through the air , managing to scratch nothing . ❝ unhand me , at once - ! put me back down , magic woman ! ❞ arms folded , he's sulking now . ❝ ... this isn't fun unless i'm doing it . ❞

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🤝🏻betrayed by their pale complexions

❝ i know ... ❞ he's holding her hand in solidarity , shaking his head . ❝ and people just can't stop making us pay for it , can they ? it's a blessing and a curse to be so beautiful , and flawless , and - ❞

[demonwebs]

"You'll look beautiful, choking on blood."

Monstrous

the pointed edges of his ears nearly flicker , sharp conviction steeling itself on the smooth marble of his features , and the way he folds his arms borders on scolding . ❝ well , of course i would , ❞ hand perched at his waist , he talks to it like he's explaining something to a particularly belligerent child , and he's sure it makes it want to lunge at him and 'peel off his pretty pale skin to make ribbons of it' all the more - or something along those lines ... truthfully , much as he'd loathe to admit it , he doesn't have half the talent for grotesque imagery as it does . it's a talent , really . ❝ i always look beautiful . ❞ spoken with the unwavering confidence of someone who'd seldom been called anything but .

❝ now that that's been clarified , ❞ there's a stretch on his mouth that doesn't quite qualify as a smile , a pleasantry , rather . ❝ go play with the orphaned children or something ... ❞ the pale drow waves it off with his hand , as if it's possible to shoo it so easily . go fetch some orphans ! shoo ! go ! where is durge ? he's filled by the urge to whine right about now . he hates when he's left alone with this one . it keeps staring at him like a chew toy .