#❛ ♛. ic: general ⊱ her body so still now ; she goes for the kill now.

[sanguineweave]

Soft jazz beats filled the room, only broken up by the sharp clicking of heels against the marble floors of the entrance area. The doorbell had come as a surprise, since she had not been called from the main entrance to the hotel she was staying at. No matter, it could simply be another guest — someone who'd be in trouble, if that was the case.

She was both pleasantly surprised, and a little puzzled to see Evelynn standing in the door, then. Nevertheless, she stepped to the side and held her arm out, gesturing for Evelynn to enter the penthouse.

❝ Good evening, my dear. ❞ She said, watching her companion enter through the door, eyes never once able to leave her once they'd settled on her. Magnetic, the way Evelynn seemed to demand her attention at every turn.

@evelicious prayed : “ I don’t usually do these sorts of things , “ evelynn began , lifting a hand and snapping her fingers as a sign for her lackeys to follow . two suited men entered the room , one with an extravagant bouquet of flowers in hand & the other with a box of only the finest chocolates . “ but happy valentine’s day . “

Elise waited patiently for the gifts to be revealed, arms slowly crossing over her chest as she regarded first the flowers, then the chocolate, and then Evelynn herself. A tentative hum escaped past dark painted lips, before a subtle smile stretched their corners. Sure, many had tried to schedule dates with her on days like these but few had succeeded, ever. Today was no different — Elise would have been content to spend it by herself, and yet . . .

❝ Well, in that case, I am glad you decided to make an exception this time. Had I known you were planning on stopping by, I would have dressed for the occasion. ❞ A blatant lie. She was always dressed just right. A hand gestured to the sofa table, urging for the gifts to be carried there.

Her eyes darted towards the lackeys, then. One and then the other. ❝ Tell me, what are they still doing here? Be a darling and dismiss them so I can properly thank you for these, won't you? Then, tell me how exactly you managed to slip past all the security downstairs, assuming you did. ❞

Only once they were alone in the room did Elise's arms unfold and one hand settle on her own hip. She relaxed her posture a tad, sauntering over towards the other woman so that she could gently grasp Evelynn's waist with her free hand. Her thumb brushed against the fabric of her clothes there, as she leaned in to speak in a lower tone,

❝ Thank you for the gifts. I hope you didn't have any more plans for the night, because you have caught my undivided attention. ❞

[sanguineweave]

@evelicious prayed : 💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .

❝ Ah-ah-ah, ❞ Elise tutted, casting a skeptical glance towards the bottle of nail polish beneath Evelynn's hovering hand as her lips pursed together a tad. Only once said hand found the exact shade she desired did Elise give her hum of approval. Admittedly, it probably wasn't the easiest task in the world ━ her collection was made up of mostly black, greys, reds and plums, and navy blue tones. She owned no small number of shades of each color.

Presenting her hand and her newly filed nails, two short and three long, Elise simply waited for Evelynn to begin painting them with the dark plum she had picked out. It would compliment her outfit rather well, of course, the black was a given, but parts of her dress had a slight purple sheen that would go best with purplish details, such as the color of her nails.

Not to mention the amethyst that rested securely atop her breast on a silver pendant. She may have even put together her attire of the day based around this item.

❝ Your hands are remarkably steady, dear. Not a stroke out of place ━ were I to guess, I would assume you have done a fair bit of this over the years. ❞

Elise noted, though her attention shifted slightly towards the end of the last sentence, as she felt a tingle on her right shoulder leading up to her neck. Her free hand reached up to slowly guide the stray Anaya onto it. The spider, radiating magic to those with keen eyes and roughly the size of a tarantula, perched atop Elise's hand with beady eyes watching Evelynn.

Elise's own crimson gaze shifted between her companions in a slow manner, back and forth, before finally settling on Evelynn, as well.

❝ I agree. Breathtaking, isn't she just? ❞

Between the way she said it and the intensity of her eyes upon the other woman, it should be pretty clear who she was talking about.

[sanguineweave]

new tags pt. 1 : ic & verses.

[sanguineweave]

@lacruor​:  i am not a woman, i am a god. ( kayle , modern )

𝕰lise’s eyes scan the room, before they slowly settle back onto the woman in front of her.    ���    I’m not interested in a god.    ❞    She purrs, before setting her drink down on the counter she is leaned up against. Her gaze is piercing as ever, the hint of danger within her eyes when she looks at Kayle. Then, without warning, she bursts into a chuckle fit, one that is only tempered by her humming at the end.

❝    Is that how you get all the girls? Please. Do us both a favor and go find someone who will actually fall into your hand at such a comment. I’m not one of them.    ❞    Elise grabs her drink anew and takes a sip from it, turning around so that her side is facing the other woman. She distracts herself for a while, but after some time it becomes evident that Kayle is not letting up.

❝    Not giving up so easily, are we?    ❞    A roll of her eyes is all that is given, for she does not turn her body towards the stranger again.    ❝    If you’re going to stay there, why don’t you buy me a drink for the trouble?    ❞    Many people come into this club thinking they are something they clearly aren’t. Something bigger. Elise has grown so tired of the gall some people have, she’s resorted to humiliate them. Kayle is no different.

❝    So what are you really? A waitress? A janitor?    ❞    She pauses, leaning towards Kayle and continuing in a mocking tone.    ❝    A rockstar?    ❞    The dancer chuckles again, though this time in a more controlled manner. She can’t wait to hear Kayle’s comeback to this. If this blonde wannabe thinks she’s getting some tonight from this goddess, she’s sorely mistaken.

If I can’t have love, I want power      /  /      Open.

[sanguineweave]

YOUR  BODY  IS  A  CAGE      /  /      @foxcharmed​.

THERE IS A SUDDEN TREMOR WITHIN HER ICHOROUS MUSCLE, a quake that cruelly shakes arteries and ventricles   ───   Lungs are acquiesced into inertia, throat has grown dry and honey no longer drips from the tip of her tongue. WHAT is she, this woman who elicits cold shivers down her spine with atrocious ease  ?  Countenance is shaped by dour sobriety for the briefest of moments before the vulpine-she manages to finally paint her visage into the brazen colors of mischievous malice once more  ;  these pigments are compelled, less vivid than usual, yet bright enough to deftly conceal the unease within. A flicker of fur-coated appendages and a step to the side, the canting of her head and the languid flutter of silken lashes all precede her taunting vocalization.   ❝  You must be quite far from home.  ❞  

Eyes  narrowed  into  thin  slits  of  red  light  follow  the  vulpine  woman’s  every  movement.  She  watches  as  each  of  her  tails  sway  effortlessly  behind  her  &  she  can’t  help  but  wonder  about  them  ;  how  soft  they  would  be  but  above  all  else,  why  she  needs  so  many  of  them.

Admittedly,  she  is  far  from  home  ——  though  to  be  entirely  honest  with  herself,  Elise  doesn’t  mind  that.  Noxus  is  a  horrible  place,  even  for  someone  of  nobility  there.  At  least  here  there  is  fresh  air  to  breathe  among  the  beauty  of  Ionian  wildlife.

❛   I  am.   ❜   She  dusts  herself  down,  ironing  out  any  folds  in  her  jacket.  Whoever  this  woman  is,  Elise  can’t  shake  the  feeling  that  she  has  happened  upon  a  small  jewel  &  so  she  leans  slightly  forwards  to  enunciate  her  interest.

❛   Are  you?   ❜

[sanguineweave]

@a-la-mort​​:  🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes. - LeBlanc (maybe past elise while she still wore the veil?)

𝐏ain. All she had felt for days was pain. It gnawed at her  —  made it hard to think, made it hard to breathe. But worst of all, she had to hide her formerly oh so pretty face from the world. Now what remained of her face was disfigured, oddly colored skin, swollen eyes and lips, and Elise refused to let anyone see her like that. Least of all her husband who had done this to her.

But she was alone for a while. She had time to remove the veil, which did not make breathing any easier, at all. With this time, she would bathe and take care of herself the same way she always had, safe for taking care of her face for obvious reasons. She had barely put on her robe upon exiting the bath when she heard the door open and she instantly turned away.

She did not want whoever had entered to see her face.

After a while, the silence became all consuming, however, and Elise would dare to peek over her shoulder at the other person. When she saw LeBlanc standing there, she all but froze on the spot. She felt so cold, all of a sudden, she felt the hairs on her arms rise. The woman whom she  had looked up to when she was younger, seeing her in this state. . . It damn near ripped her heart from her chest.

❛    Do not make this harder than it has to be. Why have you come?    ❜    Elise asked, looking away again. She wondered how much the other mage had actually seen, but she found that she was loathe to know. She reached for the veil on the nightstand next to her side and put it on before she turned to face the Matron.    ❛    Did Albert not turn in today, or?    ❜

✨ Tension ✨      /  /      Not accepting.

[sanguineweave]

@vjestica​:  Nadia screams and kicks away spiderling

The  hairs  on  the  back  of  her  neck  rise  &  she  frowns  at  the  now  wildly  confused  &  distressed  spiderling,  hushing  gently  at  him  before  she  turns  the  full  weight  of  her  sharp,  auburn  gaze  onto  the  other  woman.

❛    What  did  Bertram  ever  do  to  you?    ❜

Unprompted  asks      /  /      Always  accepting.

[sanguineweave]

Still  panting,  Elise  went  to  grab  her  towel  from  the  back  of  her  chair  to  pat  away  any  sweat  on  her  body.  She’d  sat  down  in  front  of  her  mirror  to  fix  her  make  up  when  her  manager  walked  up  behind  her  &  complimented  her  on  her  performance,  as  always.

❛   What’s  new?   ❜   Elise  asked,  eyes  trained  on  her  own  reflection  as  she  ironed  out  her  eyeliner  where  it  had  started  to  blur.

❛   The  boss  wants  you  to  go  meet  someone.  An  investor,  at  table  four.   ❜

One  of  Elise’s  eyebrows  twitched  upwards  but  she  didn’t  verbally  question  it.  If  her  work  giver  wanted  her  to  do  something  she  had  little  choice  in  the  matter.  She  knew  the  drill.  Go  talk,  crack  some  jokes,  make  them  laugh,  leave.  Simple.

&  so,  when  she  had  finished  fixing  her  appearance  &  changed  into  something  a  little  more  presentable,  she  headed  towards  the  table  where  the  investor  would  be  waiting.  One  quick  glance  around  the  handful  of  people  in  suits  &  she  stopped,  put  her  hand  on  her  waist  &  put  on  a  half  smile.

❛   So,  who’s  in  charge?   ❜

@frozen-sovereign​.

[sanguineweave]

offers a smile.

She  doesn’t  know  how  lucky  she  is  to  have  seen  this  particular  woman  smile,  so  much  so  she  nearly  brushes  it  off.  But,  alas,  she  does  give  a  small  smile  in  turn,  though  hers  has  a  more  sultry  overall  feeling  to  it.

[sanguineweave]

He's been coughing up blood and strange clotted matter all day. It seems the corruption's been taking advantage of the Count's recent stress, and in his weakness, the dark pulsing tendrils creep from his heart, up his neck, and onto his face. But true to himself, Vladimir remains calm. Cheerful, even, as he tosses another reddened handkerchief into a growing pile in the corner. "Maybe one of your spiderlings crawled into my throat last night. I hear it's possible--!" Another bout of coughs.

Sanguine  eyes  fall  upon  the  man  behind  her,  as  she  finishes  soaking  &  wringing  yet  another  handkerchief  in  the  water  bucket  on  the  desk  closest  to  the  bed.  A  man  indeed  ——  Elise  can’t  think  of  a  time  where  her  beloved  companion  looks  more  human  than  he  does  in  sickness,  despite  the  often  horrific  nature  of  such.

She  hushes  him  &  walks  the  small  distance  to  the  bed  before  kneeling  down  on  it  &  crawling  the  rest  of  the  way  to  sit  next  to  his  pillow.  Careful  as  ever,  then,  she  moves  closer  all  the  while  guiding  Vladimir’s  head  until  it  rests  comfortably  in  her  lap.  Wrapping  the  cloth  around  her  finger,  she  dabs  around  his  mouth  to  clean  whatever  blood  he  had  just  coughed  up  for  him.

Within  long  he  would  find  himself  trapped  between  red-tipped  talons.  Talons  that,  on  one  hand  offer  light  scratches  to  his  scalp,  while  the  other  smooths  gentle  patterns  on  his  cheek  with  the  backs  of  her  talons.

❛   It  could  explain  the  dark  streaks  in  your  skin,  yes,   ❜   she  agrees,  albeit  halfheartedly  so.   ❛   But  you  would’ve  woken  up  if  one  of  them  had,  not  to  mention  I  happen  to  raise  my  young  better  than  to  disturb  people’s  sleep  needlessly.  No,  I  believe  the  cause  of  this  is  something  already  within  you,  darling.   ❜   She  nearly  sighs  out  the  last  part.

It  would  seem  that  they  both  did  their  best  to  uphold  some  sort  of  facade  during  times  like  this  ;  Vladimir  with  his  charming  comments  &  calm  exterior,  &  Elise  with  her  steady  hand  cleaning  him,  hiding  how  scared  she  is  to  be  reminded  that  a  human  life  can  be  snuffed  out  in  a  second  if  fate  wills  it.

[sanguineweave]

There were no words to leave her lips as amber irises land on the Spiderqueen's unmistakable figure. Her crimson jewel that shone through the crowds of Black Rose members which patiently awaited her return from Shurima. Emilia needn't warn them as she parts her initiates like a dark sea, a yearning heart skipping two beats when her fingers finally move to cradle her beloved's visage. ❝ Oh my sweet Elise , surprised to see me? ❞ Emilia teases, leaning close to barely brush dark lips against hers.

It  doesn’t  take  a  genius  to  know  when  the  Matron  sets  foot  in  the  sanctuary  of  the  Black  Rose  headquarters.  It  never  does  ——  the  way  the  entire  room  falls  silent  &  heads  turn  towards  her  gives  it  away  before  all  else.

Elise  only  pretends  not  to  have  noticed.  Gods  forbid  she  got  caught  staring  like  certain  others  in  the  room.  Only  when  she  hears  Emilia’s  high-heeled  footsteps  within  acceptable  range  does  she  turn  to  face  her,  &  the  High  Priestess  is  all  too  pleased  to  find  that  she  doesn’t  have  to  wait  long  to  feel  herself  taken  into  the  safe  harbor  of  her  wife’s  hands.

❛   Emilia.   ❜   It  is  but  a  breath,  brushed  against  her  love’s  lips  &  swallowed  in  a  kiss  when  Elise  leans  in  to  take  one.  She  would  allow  herself  that  much,  based  on  the  amount  of  time  Emilia  had  been  away.

In  fact,  the  rest  of  the  attending  cult  members  are  as  good  as  forgotten  when  Elise  pulls  back  just  enough  that  she  can  properly  see  the  other  mage.  She  reaches  up  to  fix  a  few  ruffles  in  said  mage’s  clothes,  giving  a  low  hum  of  amusement  after,  seemingly,  having  given  much  thought  to  the  question  asked.

❛   Of  course,  darling.   ❜

The  prospect  of  being  surprised,  even  by  someone  like  Emilia  LeBlanc,  after  so  many  years  spent  in  the  company  of  others  ——  is  exciting,  yet  unlikely.  They  both  know  as  much.  Perhaps  that  is  what  makes  every  little  teasing  comment  so  amusing.

[sanguineweave]

splatters himself into elise's lap.

TIDYING  THE  ARCHIVE.

She  barely  flinches.  Sure,  she  just  had  blood  spattered  all  over  her  new  dress.  Sure,  she  is  wearing  more  white  than  usual.  But  it  would  be  wrong  of  her  to  lash  out  when  she  is  the  one  who  has  been  enabling  this  type  of  behavior  for  centuries.  Just  like  it’d  be  wrong  of  Vladimir  to  think  he  wouldn’t  have  to  right  the  mess  he’d  just  made,  himself.

❛   Someone  is  in  a  mood.   ❜   Elise  coos,  hand  already  prepared  to  stroke  over  his  hair  once  he…  materializes.

[sanguineweave]

@unholyshe​​:  she slides into a seat at the foot of the stage, grinning up at the elegant woman performing. hands clap together as she enjoys the show, perhaps a little too much so. she has more than enough money to spare, throwing bills at the woman’s feet like confetti. “ come give me a kiss once you’re free, won’t you? ” ( modern / burlesque hee hee ) ( akali )

Akali’s  presence  does  not  go  unnoticed  ——  it  never  does,  really,  if  only  due  to  the  massive  increase  in  tips  on  the  nights  she  decides  to  swing  by.  While  Elise  does  not  consider  her  attention  to  be  for  sale,  she  can’t  deny  that  Akali  has  it,  though  whether  that  is  due  to  the  money  or  simply  her  personality  she  cannot  quite  tell.

So  she  descends  from  the  small  flight  of  stairs  &  walks  out  onto  the  extended  stage  near  where  the  object  of  her  interests  is  sitting.  She  goes  into  a  deep  squat  in  front  of  her  ——  slowly,  sensually,  making  it  somehow  fit  the  choreography  despite  it  not  being  scripted.  &  then  she  reaches  out  to  lift  Akali’s  chin  with  her  index  finger.

For  a  few  seconds  she  holds  the  gaze,  a  silent  conversation  transpiring  between  them  until  Akali  actually  speaks.  A  kiss?  A  single  kiss?  Elise  can  spare  that  much  &  she  gives  a  wink  to  let  the  other  know,  though  she  does  wonder  how  many  kisses  are,  truly,  to  follow,  &  what  has  lead  Akali  to  her  stage  this  particular  night.

She  supposes  she  might  never  find  out.

She  doesn’t  even  miss  a  beat  as  she  gets  back  up  &  struts  back  to  her  fellow  dancers.  Little  does  her  audience  know  she’d  come  close  to  missing  a  lyric  before.

Unprompted  asks      /  /      Always  accepting.

[sanguineweave]

"What pretty little things," Jhin says, amused as the little spiders crawl every which way and that, leaving silken strands wherever they go. "Here I thought that Vladimir just never bothered to dust away the cobwebs. Ah, but these are such hardworking creatures. You must be proud."

❛   I  am.   ❜

There’s  no  question  about  it.  Elise  couldn’t  have  been  prouder  of  her  little  darlings,  in  fact.  Some  of  them  needs  a  firmer  hand  when  it  comes  to  disciplining,  of  course,  but  in  the  end  of  the  day  she  is  proud  of  every  single  little  spiderling.

❛   Oh  they  are lovely.  They  keep  pests  away,  &  provide  him  with  company  at  all  times.  Do  not  tell  him  I  said  this,  but  I  fear  he  might  go  mad  without  them  at  this  point.   ❜

She  watches  Jhin  for  a  moment,  tapping  her  lip  thoughtfully.  A  fluffy  little  male  spider  has  taken  note  of  his  gawking  &  has  skittered  up  to  inspect  the  masked  man.

❛   You  may  pet  him,  but  be  mindful  of  washing  your  hands  afterwards.  You  wouldn’t  want  those  hairs  anywhere  on  your  skin  or  in  your  eyes.   ❜

[sanguineweave]

CURIOUS  ONE,  AREN’T  YOU?

    Since the night of the Blood Moon, nothing has been the same. The land has shifted, the art destroyed, and the Golden Demon— gone. And yet Jhin cannot be entirely upset. How can he be? The visions of the scarlet spirits dance before him, and the knowledge of their bloody history spill out in his mind like ink. Revelry is the song of the night.

    Before him, Elise walks among the air, lighter than magic. He holds his breath as she places the flower in his hair�� though to what purpose? The world does not require— does not want — these human motions from him. He has no more lungs, no beating heart, no muscle or flesh— but rather: ink, weaved magic, ivory, gold. He should not be so tense.

    But am I real now? Is she?

    Jhin hears her words, though they fail to stir anything of interest. Beyond flowers and masks, he is interested in something else. He is far more fixated on the way the priestess moves weightlessly though the air.

    “Show me how you walk,” he says. “Teach me.”

The  flower  falls  into  place  atop  Jhin’s  head  &  the  priestess  bites  her  finger  for  a  moment  in  quiet  appreciation.  How  dazzling  is  he?  She  still  firmly  believes  that  red  is  his  color.

A  hum  as  soft  as  silk  escapes  her  next,  in  response  to  his  demand.  She  isn’t  offended  in  the  least  ——  rather,  she  is  relieved  to  finally  have  something  interesting  happen.  Elise  licks  her  lips  as  she  regards  the  fellow  cultist,  &  she  begins  to  float  around  his  form  with  practiced  ease.

❛   First,  you  must  detach  yourself  from  your  body,   ❜   she  practically  purrs.

❛   It  will  take  many  years  for  the  demon  to  gnaw  it’s  way  that  deep,   ❜   she  continues,  seeking  to  take  Jhin’s  hands  all  the  while.  In  a  heartbeat,  he  is  levitated  into  the  air  before  her.

❛   But  I  can  help  you  until  then.   ❜

[sanguineweave]

There's a level of intimacy in the way her rougher yet present hand coasts along Elise's own. Trailing across her palm and fingers alike she gradually brought herself to kiss the slumbering woman if only for a fleeting moment.

TIDYING  THE  ARCHIVE.

The  morning  sun  had  been  mild  &  forgiving  in  Demacia  on  that  day.  So  forgiving,  Elise  had  been  able  to  sleep  in  a  little.  She  had  just  recently  gotten  used  to  sleeping  in  bed  with  Shauna  ——  gotten  used  to  all  the  hair  that  constantly  tangled  around  their  bodies  &  to  the  feeling  of  her…  there.

She  was  even  getting  used  to  these  kinds  of  small  gestures  that  Shauna  would  do.

It  begins  with  a  smile,  a  soft  thing  that  contrasts  everything  that  makes  up  the  Spider  Queen.  Then,  she  stirs  slowly,  moving  closer  to  the  other  woman  while  stretching  the  worst  sleep  from  her  bones.  Red  eyes  that  glow  dimly  in  the  still  pleasantly  shaded  room  flutter  open  &  settle  upon  the  hand  trailing  her  fingers  currently.  Elise  moves  both  of  those  hands  up  so  that  she  can  press  a  few  light  kisses  to  Shauna’s  hand.  All  of  this  happens  before  she  is  even  properly  awake.

❛   Shauna…   ❜   Comes  a  small  voice,  still  dazed  with  sleep  &  mumbled  into  the  pillow.  It  doesn’t  take  her  long,  though,  to  turn  her  head  so  that  she  can  see  the  woman  in  question  more  clearly.  As  clearly  as  her  muddy  half-asleep  eyes  will  let  her,  really.  She  licks  her  lips,  savoring  the  taste  that  had  been  so  graciously  left  upon  them.

Moving  closer  still,  Elise  is  as  a  moth  drawn  to  the  flame.  She  tangles  her  legs  with  Shauna’s  &  slowly,  bit  by  bit,  the  sleep  is  vanquished  from  her  body.

❛   Were  you  planning  on  giving  me  a  proper  kiss,  my  love?   ❜   The  words  are  kissed  into  her  lover’s  naked  shoulder  while  she  props  herself  upwards  on  one  elbow  &  trails  the  curve  of  Shauna’s  waist  with  the  other.

She  thought,  she  could  get  used  to  this.