#V; Dapocaginous Temptress ( Main )

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❛ come back to bed. ❜ // lei & saleos

subtle smut sentence starters || accepting

              There was an ounce of humor that raised the corners of her lips at his still sleepy, half gruff voice— the words lazily dripping off his tongue usually more at home on hers, for all she liked to keep him to herself before he started his day. A soft laugh is given, scarlet gaze briefly glancing towards the city far below with the gentle movement of the curtains, relenting only when she was satisfied with what she did ( or didn’t ) see.

              Dim light gleams off pale skin, reminiscent of snow when it held the heat of flames and brimstone instead. Far from bashful was she, particularly when Lei was a man of few guests— plus, it was always a pleasure to see how his dark gaze would linger on her form. As it did now, a quiet beckoning that acted like a lingering echo of his earlier words. His fingers gently graze the line of her jaw as the temptress slips back beneath the covers, bare skin caressing his in a way that made their bodies feel like a perfect fit. “You should be resting, dilectus.” Yet her words do not match the way her hands rest once upon his cheek, and again upon his chest.

             Scooting closer, Saleos gives him a chaste kiss to the lips before her prize becomes the vulnerable section of his throat, so willingly given that she smiles against his skin. He would die for her ( as he’d proven )— would kill for her ( even though it was unnecessary ). Her touch carries the uncanny heat as it sweeps further down his form, running over scars and muscles she’d long since committed to memory.

             “But you knew what would happen if you called me back to bed.” Sultry and dripping of poisoned honey was her voice, and yet it seemed to be his favorite meal.

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@safaerax​ said; “  we’re nothing alike.  i’ll never be like you.  ” // michael @ saleos

enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies & everything in between meme || accepting

           Scornful gaze of scarlet irises that were, lest she point out, very much like her own— a look she had grown oddly fond of used to from the archangel. It was so like him to vehemently disagree with her, and though there was not an ounce of hurt or sorrow on her face, there was a trace of it lingering somewhere in her heart.

             How different might it have been if she had never fallen? A useless question.

              “ I do not want you to be like me. ” A truthful statement, if not one attached with the barest hint of lingering regret for what she might have been in the light. “ But you are stubborn and headstrong— believing full-heartedly in your cause. ” A full few moments of the demoness being nothing but serious and earnest? What could she say— she did not want Michael to change, even if he would likely be her end. “ Need I remind you again that I once basked in Heaven’s light? There are parts that still remain. An angel is still Father’s child, Michael— if only a failed one. ”

             His name tasted like forbidden fruit on her tongue.

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@episentre​ || Saleos >> Alexander Coenwulf

            What was there to do with an endless amount of time if it was not meant for her to find ways to quench the boredom that burned her throat? She could torture some unfortunate fool, bed another, form a contract with one— but none of that seemed to create taste on her tongue. Saleos had ways of gaining knowledge in every corner of the world, as if she had an ear planted in every darkened spot and an eye gazing down from far above.

             That’s how she had heard whispers of a rising criminal party— some participants that didn’t quite seem human catching her waning interest and driving her to investigate. Some would consider her casual walking of the grounds as sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, but those some couldn’t possibly fathom how dangerous she was— likely enough to flatten this rising syndicate to the ground if she wanted.

             She’d done some listening at a club, followed the dark whispers and the invisible flame that licked her skin from within. With all her demonic essence, she could feel it— there was something ancient here, and it wasn’t her.

             As if lured by the enticement this fact gave her, she continued on until she was able to track this feeling down to a single point. Rustic irises had long since bled to their natural scarlet, an eerie glow emanating from them— a silent warning to any foolish enough that they might think to approach. Though the presence did indeed seem ancient, it also seemed...incomplete, but that did not stop her from finding the source.

             In a second’s time, her tall and slender visage is standing before his seated form. Pupils slit like a snake are trained on him as she commits this appearance and smell to memory, the barest hint of a smirk gracing blood red lips.

             “ Tu es ex antiquorum sanguis. ”

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from x || @safaerax​

             There were some even among her LOWLY kind that considered her crazy— said that she flirted with death every time she stepped near the angel she so loved to fuck with, but she never cared.

              Even in the face of his wings and a rather poorly aimed attack, she continues to cackle and grin. She’d briefly thought of displaying her own blackened feathers to taunt him further, but thought better of providing a WEAKNESS he could easily exploit. So instead, black tresses tangle with the breeze as she faces his crimson ire with an amused gaze of her own bloodied scarlet. And she only starts laughing anew with the annoyance etched into his features.

             “ So you’ve got a royal stick up your ass— what’s new?! ” It’s only after a moment that she manages to stop laughing, dodging another poor excuse for an attack in the process. “ I will continue to pick the wrong day to bother you until one of three things happen~! ”

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@lnurisms​ said; Anger - Find my muse very angry. // saleos 

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             There were not many things that could truly cause her anger— irritation and annoyance, yes, but true anger was quite hard to come by. Such an emotion was even more rare when there was even the slightest possibility that a mortal lover would be nearby, even if he had arrived at the scene much earlier than she might expect. Saleos had all manner of connections and schemes in the works of the darkest parts of most every city she would ever be in, but this particular dealing involved the scummiest of humans and some of her own kind mixed in.

            BETRAYAL from her own kind, while not rare in any form, was enough to cause her to anger in this instance. Loose tongues and careless whelps had set her back years, and on top of that, had potentially put her human mate in danger.

             By the time Lei had found her, the entire scene was splattered in blood and entrails alike, belonging to both human and demon.

             Her anger was DANGEROUS, even if she had no clear intent or desire to do any manner of harm to him. Rustic shade of irises had long since faded to her natural shade of crimson red, pupil expanded and reptilian in nature as her bloodied lips formed a thin line. If there was anything more dangerous than her explosive anger, it was the quiet aftermath that was as unpredictable as the rolling waves in the uncharted sea.

             “ They ruined decades of planning. Years of connections down the drain over loose lips and flapping tongues. ”

             Fingers tipped with claws pick up a severed head to lift it to her, and Lei’s, view. It was ruined so far beyond recognition that one would be hard to tell if it was even a man or woman— was it even human? “ They’ll find it hard to do that without their tongues, no? ” An eerie pause as her crimson gaze scans the littered bodies and ruined faces of all of her victims.

             “ Maybe I went a little overboard. ” A shrug, the gesture as casual as if she were talking about some trivial matter with friends. “ They deserved it. ”

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@azazelthewatcher​ continued from x

            Saccharine smile laces her lips as rustic hues briefly fleck scarlet— an unspoken statement that only those on HER side of eternity would understand. MONSTERS dressed as mortals, mulling about as if they couldn’t just crush the world under their palms should they wish it. Long strides fall into step with his, ignoring his wariness as he continues with his journey.

             “ A pretty little thing, indeed. It’s been quite a long time, truly. Didn’t peg you for an Earth boy. ”

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@episentre​ said;

"It is man's sad fate to lose interest in what he has already obtained", and then there was Coenwulf with his handful of interests, people or otherwise, that he obsessively guarded over; to lose them would devastate him. / for Saleos.

             Scarlet irises only gaze at him with apathy, knowing all too well the words in which he spoke. She has been alive for a very long time, in one form or another, and she may know best what he speaks. Was she going to confide in him the tiredness that overwhelmed her— whispered for her to sleep for an uncertain amount of time and ignore the world? Of course not, for that was weakness, and she was nowhere near comfortable enough with him to show a hint of that.

             “ When one has obtained all that they can, is there even a point? ” An uncouth snort as she raises her glass to her lips, knowing full well the strength of the alcohol would do no good in her bloodstream against the brimstone flowing in it. “ When you have been alive and awake long enough to see the millennia pass countless times, what can possibly catch your interest that is but a fleeting thing? ”

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@lnurisms said; “  you look beautiful like this.  ”  // lei 

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             One would not expect to find an ancient demon in a high-scale apartment, clad in lace underwear and a button up shirt that wasn’t hers, sunk into a plush couch ( that she insisted on replacing his old one with ) with a book that looked as if it would fall apart with one wrong move— but that was exactly where she was. She could hear Lei in the kitchen, unhurriedly preparing coffee with the lack of work he had to report to or for.

             Footsteps, as light as they are, catch her attention as they pause in the doorway joining the two rooms, and she looks up with her disarming rustic hues. The end of a calligraphy pen is pressed to her bottom lip as she raises a sculpted brow, the corner of her lips quirking with warm amusement as she stretches her legs out.

             “ Like this? I would think you’d rather prefer the way I look gazing down at you in bed. ” An exaggerated shrug of her shoulder tugs the fabric of his shirt lower on her arms as she marks her place in the cryptic book before gingerly setting it aside. She rolls her legs forward to prompt herself into a more attentive seated position, arm outstretched for a sip of his coffee. “ Treasure it, because not many ever see me unguarded. Now come closer. ”

             Even if she could still crush a throat or stab through a heart half naked.

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@Inurisms said; ‘ i tell myself i do not need you ’ // lei

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             Her lips twitch, just slightly, with untold and unearthed pain masked by a sense of petty amusement he could never understand. Rustic hues gaze down at the busy day traffic of humanity from the half opened window of his apartment— his place that was slowly being covered in things of hers.

             “ I tell myself a great deal of many things. ” A small sound of amusement as her head turns, her gaze rising from his feet to finally meet his dark eyes. She props her elbow on the sill, chin in her palm as she briefly remembers the struggle he hand given her before reaching where they were now.

             Fingers of her other hand beckon him closer with a fluid motion, a smile almost PREDATORY on plump lips. “ You do not have to need me, so long as you want me. ”

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@vaenaku​ || Saleos >> Sonata

             Saleos knew other worlds existed— a fact so often overlooked as she sought to cause her chaos in her FATHER'S beloved slice of the wretched universe. Still, this fact came lazing back to her as rustic hues lay upon a man sitting outside a restaurant. His appearance was that above mortality, as OTHER beings often were— an oddly, seemingly misplaced, look of sorrow and remorse etched into his features. Edges of her lips quirk into an off-putting smile for but a few seconds as she quietly saunters over, grabbing an unknown alcoholic drink from the tray of a passing waitress before slipping into the seat across from him.

            Flecks of scarlet flash in otherwise ordinary irises for a brief second as eye contact is made, lips around the rim of the glass quirking up again while half the glass disappears. ( It wouldn’t serve to do anything, but that didn’t matter. )

             It almost seems as if her gaze is APPRAISING, as she sits there without yet a word. LESSER beings have crumpled under her gaze, but she had already expected him to act unscathed. He had officially caught her interest without doing anything to provoke it— and only time would tell if that had been a GOOD thing.

             “ You seem rather misplaced. Does the mystery man have a name he’d like to share? ”

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@nexilium​ said; ‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’ // lei 

between you and these bones meme || always accepting

             Scarlet irises gaze out from the open window of his apartment, far enough from the ground that she can see a large portion of the night city flowing beneath her. She can’t exactly remember the words that had come tumbling from her lips— something about how she had not felt this type of love in a long time. He had accepted her, for all the TERRIBLE things that she was and has done, and will do in the future. Something overly SENTIMENTAL for a demon of her standing, regardless.

             His voice calls her back from feeling the gentle breeze playing through her hair, and she looks at him with that gaze of rustic brown speckled with brilliant crimson. She beckons him over even as she rises from her seat, abandoning her throne of an over-watcher of the city far below.

             And she kisses him so gently as fingers slide through his dark hair, ever aware of his fragility next to her. She could end him in a heartbeat— could’ve since that late day she first crossed paths with him, but she did not wish for his DEMISE.

             “ A very human thing, indeed. ” She kisses him again, a little HUNGRIER than before with his arm coming to encircle her waist. “ But you must remember that I am not human, no matter how much I love you. ”

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@ncxilia || angst starter

There was nothing worse than feeling that little ITCH in the back of her mind becoming increasingly incessant despite her best efforts to push it as far away as possible. Even quick and witty banter with Lei in the privacy of his ( nearly empty) apartment was thrown off— something akin to a headache slowly encroaching, spreading thin little tendrils through her very memories and eliciting a low hiss from clenching teeth. She knew what was happening, and she was very much irritated with the fact.

Along with the grating tension of surfacing memory, searing heat and aching pain sprouts just beneath the skin of her shoulders. Seated figure has suddenly found itself crouching several feet from where she last remembered being, nails ( practically CLAWS at that point ) scratching at pale flesh of exposed skin and the low rumbling of a growl in her throat.

Burning crimson flicks towards the sound of feet against the floor, a rare moment of PANIC setting into her very blood. When was the last time someone had seen her in this state? Intense pain made her VULNERABLE— that feeling of vulnerability made her even more dangerous than usual despite the lingering threads of logic reminding her that she did not want to HARM this one.

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@nexilium​ said; 💏 // lei & saleos 

send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours… ↳ ( 10. …desperately. 

             Saleos was rarely DESPERATE in anything she did— always was she one to be in control of the flow of whatever game she was playing. An old and demonic thing, she had long since crossed the threshold of retaining any major sense of humanity save for when a fortunate ( or unfortunate ) mortal became her genuine lover. She had known Lei’s business shortly after ‘meeting’ him the first time, but it was nothing that bothered her.

             And it never did until he managed to get himself involved in something a normal mortal would be lucky to even survive from, as he had today. No matter how well he controlled the territory and kept tabs on things and people, there was always the possibility for SURPRISES— an unlikely mistake or too many people with too many people for one, or even several, men to handle.

             Bullets wouldn’t kill her though, and she had the shortest of moments to be glad she had been bored enough to trail his routine before diving into the mess from a dilapidated multi story apartment building in the piss poor part of the city. Flecks of crimson had already sparked to life in her eyes as lengthened claws dove through the nearest chest, giving her quick access to his firearm that she immediately begun to fire with uncanny accuracy even as she sped about and made a terrible mess of the cracked pavement below. Heads rolled, hearts were gouged from chests still beating, and blood flecked almost every inch of her skin by the time her assault was done.

             Lei was the only one left standing— the few underlings he had had by his side in the beginning becoming caught in enemy crossfire and unimportant enough ( to her ) that she didn’t pay them any mind.

            Fingers still slick with blood grab his chin, dark irises reflecting in a burning crimson so bright with what she could only assume was surprise and disbelief. She could smell his blood, knew that he was injured and possibly had shell fragments lingering in his skin. He was VERY mortal, and could very well have died that night if she had chosen to entertain her boredom in any other way, and this realization makes her devour his lips with a harsh desperation.

             Only does she pull away when she becomes aware that Lei needs air, but her bloodied hold on his face doesn’t relinquish. Lips trail along his cheek, canines dragging against tender flesh as her dark lashes kiss her cheek. She would need to do something about this— make an amulet or ring of some sort to prevent another instance like this from happening.

             “ You humans are such fragile fools... ”

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@nexilium​ said; " does it still hurt ? " // lei to saleos ‘

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             His worry was always just a bit endearing to her— the fact that he had seen her in less than human form and still thought to ask such a question when the wound on her shoulder was barely leaking viscous blood. There were not many capable of touching her, even less so were those talented and knowledgeable enough to leave any sort of lasting injury. Perhaps that was why there was still a crease of worry of Lei’s face as his dark eyes rolled over bare shoulder.

             “ Little more than a sting. I’ll be good as new within a few hours. ” He did not need to know that she had suffered far worse than this during her long life— enough so to make this look like the tickling of a feather. ( And she had caused even worse. ) Slitted pupils focus on his face, burning scarlet irises the uncommon show of what lie beneath watching him in something like idle fascination. A hand lifts to cup his cheek, long nails grazing pale skin as she leans forward to brush her lips against his.

             “ It will take something a thousand times worse to truly harm me. ”

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@occidimus​ said; “ it’s for you. ” liquor chocolates, and a bouquet of dark red roses. imagine him and his stoic face, getting them from the shops. all for saleos. 

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             It’s a simple gesture— one that she’s both seen and experienced hundreds of times. From Lei, though, it still manages to spark warmth in her already too warm blood circulating through her body. The image of him gathering such cliche items with his generally unchanging expression makes her offer a small laugh as she reaches to take the roses from his arms.

             Keen senses fill with the floral scent as she brings them to her face, the deep color of the petals much like the glittering scarlet her rustic orbs transition to. She’s quick to find something that can suffice as a vase, and even quicker to return to him and the pristine box containing liquor infused chocolate. ( She can smell the liquor without him even speaking of it. )

             “ Lei, try one! ” Her voice sounds melodic and giddy as she brings a chocolate to his mouth, index finger pressing it against his lips until he concedes. She waits for a moment, licking the residue from her finger, as he eats it with familiar stoic expression. He’s jaw has barely stopped moving before she presses her lips to his, teeth brushing against his bottom lip and tongue advancing to taste the lingering flavor of cacao and liquor. Even when she pulls away, she leaves his lips with a ginger nip as lithe arms wrap around his midsection.

             “ I do quite like them both, iubițel. I think I prefer my chocolates this way though. ” The last syllable barely leaves her lips before she’s pressing another sweet to his lips, divine temptation shimmering in her gaze.

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@occidimus​ said; 👄 + 💜 ! 

touch starved meme || accepting ↳ 👄 - kisses my muse gently  & 💜 - tucks my muse against their chest

            If there was any major difference to Lei compared to their first few meetings, it was that he was far more privy and accepting of her UNIQUE quirks and suggestions than he was then. When she proposed to use the ample space of his minimally furnished apartment, something she was in the process of changing, for a session in slow dancing, he only gave her an odd look and a sigh.

             In truth, she had only really wanted an excuse to be near him under a haze of peace— a little BUBBLE where it was only them and a quiet thrum of music she had chosen. There’s a natural distance between them as they start, but warmth sinks into her flesh from the placement of his hands, typical for slow-dance style, while still intimate and familiar given her partner. Minutes tick by with the shuffling of their feet, barely moving from each other in more an odd embrace than any real dancing. It’s when Lei pauses, dark irises locking on her rustic hues as she lifts her head in query, that he leans closer and kisses her with such tenderness that she could almost forget the MONSTER she truly is.

           Before he pulls away, she gives the kiss a brief burst of deep passion, tasting the lingering sweetness of the dessert recently had. His hand leaves hers, instead gently nudging her head towards his chest while the hand at the small of her back brings her into his chest. Lithe arms wrap around his form, fingers clasped behind his back as lashes whisper against her cheek with a fluttering close of lids. A hum of content leaves her lips as their standing forms sway, falling away from the tune of the music. Such a PLEASANT feeling of warmth and peace he gave her— enough to make her curse her night immortality.

              “ You taste like dessert. Maybe you should give me another taste— in a few minutes. ”