#being a semi-mute envy hardly ever talks

[s-talking]

"The very first time you felt anything?" She asks with a slight tilt of her head. That's very strange to her. Doesn't Envy feel anything at all? Emotions are a part of life! How could he not feel anything? Though she wonders, Harmony doesn't cast any doubt on how he faces things.

Silver eyes look toward the fire slowly growing and devouring the logs and crumpled newsprint resting in the hearth. The flames rise, offering a small respite from the dreary surroundings. Warmth radiates from the hearth, offering the comfort that Harmony misses.

However, a crackling fire, the symbol of safety and comfort, does little to relax her. Her body leans further back against the sofa. Anxiety creeps into her heart while she watches the fire. Small fires didn't scare her. People can control those, and put a stop to them before the flames' insatiable hunger takes more. But it is always the larger fires that make her nervous. The woman swallows around the lump forming in her throat.

Breathe, Harmony. It's going to remain in the hearth and nowhere else. It's. . . It's okay.

She keeps her attention on Envy who watches the fire. Though tempted to approach, Harmony lets him have some space. He has a lot on his mind and she wonders if her suggestion will help him be at ease. She wants to learn more about Envy, and this could be her opportunity.

"Well...If you don't mind. May you tell me about that time? Pretty please?" She asks with a gentle smile.

𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑,  outlined  by  the  amber  light  of  the  fire  that  makes  his  shadow  fall  ‘pon  her  like  a  black  veil.  it  takes  a  while  ──  perhaps  another  minute  or  two  ──  but  eventually  he  does  answer,  muttering  in  a  soft  yet  strangely  disconnected  tone,   ❝  for  as  long  as  i  remember...  i've...  struggled  to  comprehend  emotions.  they  were  kinda  like  water  for  me.  i  could  hold  them,  i  could  feel  them,  but  water...  water  isn't  something  you  can  just  keep  forever  clutched  in  your  palm.  it  will  always  find  its  way  out.  always.  i’ve  experienced  this  fact  for  my  whole  life,  only  to  get  emptier...  &  emptier  still...  ❞   his  dark  eyes  slightly  lower  at  the  thought.  ❝   my  mother  was  my...  only  solace.  i  still  remember  spending  countless  days  &  nights  just  watching  her  craft  away,  the  warmth  of  the  afternoon  sun  &  the  little  prismatic  glints  of  gems  swimming  so  beautifully  between  her  fingers...  ❞   removing  a  lone  hand  out  of  his  jacket,  envy  steps  a  little  closer  to  the  fireplace  &  rests  own  forearm  against  it,  offering  harmony  but  a  brief  glance  of  respite;   ❝  she  was  a  jewelry-maker  not  only  by  profession,  but  also  by  heart.  a  real  fine  one,  too.  ❞

once  again  peering  at  the  flickering  flames,  the  young  serial  killer  continues  on  slowly,  almost  as  if  reviewing  a  silent  film;    ❝   it’s  honestly  fascinating  how  i  could  not  feel  a  single  thing  &  yet  that  particular  view,  the  sound  of  chiming  chains  as  she  laced,  weaved,  &  curved  most  beautiful  shapes  seemingly  out  of  nothing...  somehow  felt  like....  the  closest  thing  to  love.  ❞   he  smiles  briefly,  albeit  without  any  actual  warmth  to  match  the  words  that  continue  to  flow  out  from  his  typically  wordless  lips.   ❝  it  was  truly....  addicting.  i  wanted  to  watch  her  craft  like  this  forever,  to  hold  the  sunlight  &  the  prism  rays  deep  in  my  chest....  &  never...  ever...  let  go.  one  day,  however,  all  that  started  to  change  as  soon  as  my  father  left.  i....  can't  remember  the  finer  details  anymore  but  what  i  can  recall  is  that  it  was  raining  a  lot  at  that  time,  &  much  like  the  house  itself,  my  mother  &  her  beautiful  jewelry  grew  inexplicably  dark....   cold  &  ominous  enough  to  blend  even  with  the  shadows  themselves...  ❞

his  black  nails  start  to  drum  against  stone,  making  little  tapping  echos  as  he  speaks,  ❝   needless  to  say,  she  became  utterly  obsessed  with  her  jewelry.  so  much  so,  we  didn't  eat,  we  didn't  go  out,  we  didn't  even  communicate  as  she  relentlessly  sat  by  that  table  for  nights  on  end...  just  crafting...  &  crafting...  &  crafting  until  she  looked  just  like  a  thin,  crooked,  mingled  thing  of  a  breathing  corpse  hunching  on  a  pillow.  it's  kinda  strange,  now  that  i  think  about  it.  despite  the  ever-growing  void  inside....  i──  i  didn't  even  dare  to  breathe.  she  was  mumbling  some  truly  odd  things,  &  the  many  new  crafts  hanging  off  the  ceiling  were  laced  not  with  shimmering  gems  or  gold,  but  with  actual  dog  teeth.  all  of  them.  every  single  hanging  necklace,  ring,  &  bracelet.  ❞   he  draws  a  small  pause,  &  then,   ❝  my  only  mistake  as  a  child  at  that  time...  was  ever  setting  a  foot  on  a  loose  plank...  ❞

the  drumming  fingers  come  to  a  sudden  halt.   ❝  the  way  she  just  turned  at  that  slightest  creak...  it...  it  wasn't  human.  the  messy  hair,  the  terribly  wide,  pitch  black  eyes  &  raised  brows,  of  all  wicked  things,  i  remember  the  most.  it  was  like  looking  at  a  haunted  painting.  i  was  completely  frozen  in  place.  she  not  once  blinked  or  moved,  only  her  broken  fingers  did,  snapped  at  most  impossible  angles  like  a  set  of  broken  cigarette  sticks...  ❞

he  exhales  a  slow,  soundless  breath.   ❝  when  she  finally  jarred  open  that  maw  &  screamed,  running  at  me  barefoot  out  of  her  room  &  down  the  dark  corridor....   that  was  the  first  time.....   i've  experienced  true  fear.  ❞

[thithesandofferings]

Behind the Scenes 

¶ Synopsis: Trying to be quiet, but Ardyn's doing his very best to help you not succeed.

¶ Tags: Ardyn x reader. Minors DNI 18+. D/s themes. Semi public themes. Overstimming. Ardyn being an asshole but us liking it. Petnames (pretty doll). GN! Reader.

¶ Authors Note: *Sighs and packs up to get on the 3am train to Ardyn* I gotta stop doing this. @broken-kitty1995 @hauntedadagium - it's def y'all's fault. I was bamboozled.

"Come on pretty, be good and give me one more hm?"

The slick sounds are muted by the rustling clothing. But you hear it none the less. Embarrassment and desire are one in the same curled up in your lower belly. Youre doing your absolute best not to bite a hole into Ardyn's clothed shoulder, his designer pads completely soaked just from your tears alone.

"A-ardyn I c-cant" you can't tell, but he's grinning now, knowing that your hiccuping squeaks are matching the sounds of his soaked fingers. You know you're going to come regardless, but pride tries to eat away at your embarrassment from how much you're enjoying him. Your mind is bordering on blank and your fingers hurt from digging into his back to keep quiet. He doesn't have an agenda, just to make you come as much as possible before he gets caught. You're absolutely losing your mind, whispering cries ratcheting up a little as he goes faster. Three fingers deep and pressing into your slackened walls, you're more than ready to take him, but when he adds a fourth, you instinctively realize- he wants you to fail. And maybe that brings you to the edge faster than you'd like to admit.

He's shushing you in false comfort, because he knows he's started this. Told you he just needed to talk with you in his office, go over some papers. You should've known he'd mix business with pleasure because now he has you crowded against the wall, a wall that can absolutely hear the party going on 5ft away. Cocky bastard couldn't even wait to get you far enough before his hand was around your throat and the other one in your mouth to get his fingers wet. Liked to slacken your jaw a little to coax the wetness down your jaw.

You hardly ever needed it. Especially today, when his confident air and mischievous looks drove you absolutely insane. And maybe you made him a little crazy because it's been 20 minutes and you definitely have stopped counting how many times he's made you come. He looks content as a peach to sit and watch you suffer to keep silent. Cock rubbing against your hip, imitating the patterns of his fingers, a mirage of long deep thrust inside you- completely intent on watching you lose your mind.

Someones bound to come looking for him. It is HIS party.

"I wasn't asking, give me another and be quiet while I'm doing it." The "or there will be consequences" were heard loud and clear.

He hums quietly into your ear and twist his wrist just enough to spark bold pleasure in your the backs of your eyes. Back arching and stomach clenching, you make a quivering noise that echoes in the hallway before you can stop yourself. You clap your hand over you mouth as you whisper a stuttered apology. When he freezes and coldly moves away, completely stopping your orgasm midway through, you can't help but clench and try to keep him in. The squelching far too loud for anyone not to hear. In that moment, you feel a a brief wash of envy pass over from you. At him, at the guest two feet away, even at the portraits staring down at you-albeit unhelpfully.

He tuts. Reality shakes you to the core, glass chinking and laughter contrast so differently from the silent way he's staring at you. The gentle kiss he puts below your ear belies the wrath that will come to you later tonight. The one rule was to not make noise. But it's not like he would make it easy for you, you at least thought you'd get past his fingers.

"I hope you liked coming like this doll" A sadistic grin spreads across his mouth in anticipated glee. He grips both sides of your chin tightly and gives you a light kiss on your sticky mouth.

"Because you won't be coming again for a long while"

KeKe~