#✧･ﾟ･ﾟ✧ | ☾ | : young royal ; owl in a cage.

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🙌 / from Stella over @gynaiko!

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

YOUNG LOVE was a farce! A lie! This was nothing like the books he'd read or the films he'd watched. Of course, he knew most of it was dramatized, but it still didn't hold a candle to the Nightmare his love life was now. The furious CLICK of his beak is given the moment her hands find his throat and his back hits the corridor wall. A small table nearby shudders, a vase wobbles, and for a moment his gaze sweeps towards the imminent doom of delicate craft. Both of them were trapped at that moment, brilliant hues finding each other with daggers for tongues and a silent threat surfacing in the absence of their previously raised voices. He felt her vice tighten, his gaze narrowing as his hands braced against her waist, one leg propping up in a feeble attempt at keeping her away, eating up the possibility her advancing. There was venom in the way she screeches his name out, and for a moment, he felt the rapid leap of his heart, a fear response before feathers ruffle indignant, and perhaps, with some arousal. 

 ❝ Please, go ahead, do the honors.~ I bet it satisfies you to have your hands around SOMETHING doesn't it? ❞ He jeered, daring her to carry out the act she desperately desired to fulfill. They were stuck in this dance together and neither was willing to play nice. 

[botanikos]

Collared! / from Stella @gynaiko ( could be naughty or could be deathly serious on her end djkhasdf )

Send “Collared!” to see my muses reaction to yours putting a collar on them!

Stolas attempts to flip a feathered finger between his throat and the COLLAR he now found around it. To no avail, it doesn't budge. It's not that the accessory is uncomfortable ( yet ), but the person responsible for its snug presence is enough to ruffle his feathers. Admittedly, he admired the craftsmanship; the material wasn't cheap by any means, which gives the assumption that she tended to this possibility with great care. The metal snap brings him back to his senses just in time for her to give the chain in her hand a sharp TUG. He tilts forward, nimble body angling towards her with the sudden force. He could see something glittering in her eyes: vitriol? Amusement? Arousal? The problem with this predicament was that he felt a strange entanglement of emotions himself. A part of him was curious, and absolutely into it. The other part of him wanted to yank the chain from her hands, rip the collar off and sneer. But he swallows a fraction of his pride and eases into his usual, taunting nature.

❝ My, my. Perhaps my W I F E isn't such a bore after all.~ I certainly never expected this of you, Stella. ❞ Cautious hands reach for her, hovering at her waist as red eyes narrow. He is keenly aware of just how quickly this could sour. And given the nature of their particular dynamics. . . . it was more likely than not. ❝Should I B E G ? Obey your commands? Sing your name? ❞