#finalslay: adam

[emcads]

KISS AND TELL / accepting ! @finalslay said: a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay . / from adam

ESMERALDA SQUIRMED in the warm, sticky heat of the bedroom that 'the prince's' large casement windows did very little to alleviate, even with fine lace curtains FLUTTERING in the morning breeze. ( as far as temporary residences go, Miss de Sevilla could do a hell of a lot worse than the grand house in Villenueve, curled up here in fine sheets with an even finer boy ) but she paid very little attention to the desperate kiss on her neck, nor its sequel, tracing up a coy path to her ear ; instead, the little thief stretched out to grasp his silver-chased pocket watch ( only for a moment, mind you ! ) and blink at the hours gone by. Christ, I ought to have been gone hours ago. Luis'll be after me in a short while.

❛❛   eleven o'clock.   ❜❜

and with a CLICK –– with so much finality –– she stowed the watch back on its bedside table ( tempted as she was to slip it somewhere for her own keeping ). there was a train they meant to intercept at six sharp, just as it pulled into a lonely basin hidden from the eyes of outsiders ––  and sheriff's badges. the gang could rob by force when they had to, but things went off EVER SO MUCH SMOOTHER with their decoy damsel in distress, fewer bullets and blood shed on both sides. And here I am wasting time with the lord proprietor's son, instead. oh, but he WAS such a delight to waste time with, you couldn't fault her for that. an audible groan, though, slipped her lips as she peeled herself from the DELIGHTS of his bed, reaching for one of many petticoats that lay discarded on his floor.

❛❛   don't you have a railroad to oversee, Mister Florian ? or have the poor souls escaped your watchful eye for the day ?  ❜❜

[therapeuticdesires]

@finalslay asked: ❛ i don’t need your permission.

Husik looks up at his lifelong friend, eyebrow arched high in his forehead as he listens to Adam's retort. He knows full well that the neighboring prince has always had a bit of an entitlement, for lack of a better word, but there had always been a sense of grace about him that made it all far less off-putting.

Still, he attempts to justify the bite in the tone as nothing more than stress eating away at Adam for some reason or another. It's easier than accepting someone he's considered a dear friend changing into someone he can barely recognize.

Feigning a somewhat forced smile as he approaches the other prince's side, Husik folds his hands behind his back as he leans in towards to utter gently, "I never said you did, Adam. I just... I simply wanted to see if you cared to go on a walk with me in the gardens like we used to."

The smile falters as he ducks his head and sighs.

"It seems as though the times we get to see one another are growing fewer and farther between. I can understand things change, I just..."

Words fail him as he realizes stating that he's missed his visits with Adam is likely something too foolish to admit out loud. As true as it may be that he does in fact miss the man who had been his closest companion for so long, he recognizes that such vulnerability isn't adequate for a future king such as himself.

[antielevator]

Sebastian knew the anger was coming even before he returned. He'd prepared for it, even, camped out at night on the three day ride back to the kingdom. Perceived threats to the crown prince weren't always investigated for a reason, he knew, and he also knew it was likely his advisors had only spoken of the threat to instil some sort of fear into the man meant for the crown.

But this wasn't just "any other threat", and each time he glances at the pack on the back of his horse, he's certain he'd done the right thing by fixing it. Prince Adam would be cross with him when he returned to the castle, but it would all for be for the best. He would only have to convince him that he was right.

...which is, admittedly, easier said than done.

‘ you were given very clear instructions not to go and do exactly what you did. ’ ( x )

-- @finalslay says, and he's absolutely furious. Sebastian's earned it, though, so he doesn't bother trying to deny it. He hadn't even considered how the Prince would feel seeing the wounds and burns hidden beneath his chainmail; perhaps he ought to be touched the sight of them had only made him angrier.

While his fault is certain, Sebastian does deny one thing, and that's the implication the venture had been fruitless: "But the rumours were true, Your Grace."

As the Prince's advisors had said, the mage passing through from the east really had smuggled something terrible. It could have upset the balance of the kingdom, and it would have been even worse considering they were continuing their journeys to the kingdoms out west.

Sebastian walks from the conversation only to grab the pack he'd guarded with his life on the near week he'd been away. He holds it up by the strap, meeting Prince Adam where he stands, and then shifts its weight so it's held securely in his arms instead. The way the fabric of the material rests hints ever so slightly at the two round objects hidden inside.

"Open it." His gaze is brave, unwavering. "Please."

Because held inside it are two shimmering, remarkable scaled eggs-- one a deep black and orange, and the other a dark blue that leads into teal.

"If these were sold to our enemies, then hatched and grew, we would have been done for. I had to get them before anyone else did."

[redhcrb]

tag drops under here! pt 1.

━━ ❛ my hearts far far away ◤ belle ◢

━━ ❛ for now i love the world i see ◤ belle ; visage ◢

━━ ❛ tale as old as time ◤ belle ; character study ◢

━━ ❛ my heart calls your name ◤ finalslay ; belle x adam ◢

━━ ❛ i've had enough of this ◤ abigail roberts ◢

━━ ❛ you think i'm afraid of you ◤ abigail roberts ; visage ◢

━━ ❛ i see you ain't learn no manners ◤ abigail roberts ; character study ◢

━━ ❛ don't forget that not ever now ◤ tviirus ; abigail x john ◢

[fantasywritten]

@finalslay asked: ❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜ // adam !

THAT WAS AWFULLY OPTIMISTIC. Adam scoffed lightly as he leaned his back against the wall, never taking his eyes off Amanda. “I don’t think I know you. You’re a MYSTERY.” His tone was slightly flirtatious, but mostly just sarcastic. It was hard for even Adam to tell what his own intentions were. Either way, he DID want to know Amanda, and he hoped she wouldn’t pull the same you don’t want to know me shit one of his ex-girlfriends had pulled in the past. Not that Amanda was his girlfriend; FAR FROM IT, but he knew how people like her were. “So, fill me in. What do I NOT KNOW about the great and mysterious Amanda Young?”

[stingslikeabee]

Oh - it had started; the curse had barely been cast but the prince was suddenly acting in a way that was too delightful for the enchantress to let go of. Adam could offer the gold of his vaults, all the art lining the palace walls and even succumb to his knees to ask for forgiveness - nothing could replace or hope to compare to the sensation of being feared.

That attention - that desperation to win her favor - was what made Melissa smile the way she did at him; it had been no lie on her part when the fae spoke about the blood: Adam would only grow to be more addictive as he suffered in her hands. A prince turned into a beast; a castle becoming a mausoleum... Surely that would be enough to have him tirelessly begging for the spell to be undone?

"Your misery will do, your highness," the woman sighed with a dreamy quality to it - Melissa was looking forward to his personal hell being unleashed on earth, after all. The digits with manicured nails (no longer the dirty, cracked things from the earlier disguise) trailed the soft skin of a nobleman surrounded by privilege since birth, holding the man still for a kiss - a press of lips that under any other circumstance would have been a romantic gesture.

But not that one - whatever Adam tasted was certainly unpleasant. It would sting and burn before it caused him the utmost revulsion from inside out, announcing the pain of transformation that would irrevocably change his life - and the one of his subjects. Releasing the prince at long last, Melissa kept her honeyed glance on him, yielding no small amount of joy from the way bone cracked, horns tore through skin and muscle got covered in fur.

Second by second, he turned into an animal - and with each passing moment, his companions were transformed as well. The magic pouring out of the enchantress was like thin, golden threads of dust spiraling everywhere, filling the castle and transforming every living thing in their way - not even pets were forgiven. Every single creature that had been at Adam's service was no longer human (or preserved their original form). They were objects now - a crude metaphor for how he had treated her in disguise a moment earlier; like something disposable, invisible.

Once the transformation was over, the contrast was even more jarring - if the old woman in tattered clothing had been a strange sight in such a luxurious abode, now it was Melissa who seemed to be the queen before the monstrous creature at her feet. The faint glow caused by her powers lingered, casting an unnatural light over Adam's new self which was barely covered given how fiercely his fine garments had been destroyed.

"You shall remain in this form until I am satisfied," Melissa declared with surprising seriousness - for all the chaos that the fair folk could bring, their promises were always honored. That was the only way out of the curse - and the prince would prove himself an even bigger fool if he attempted to find any sort of loophole there, "As well as your servants. Your people have forgotten about you, my prince, as of today. Your entire world is gone," the enchantress then dropped to her knees as well, a hand going out to him - similarly to how Adam was held before, and as if he was still the same handsome royal.

"I am all you have now, Adam."

the  old  woman  straightens,  and  adam’s  suspicions  are  confirmed.  something  isn’t  right  here.  something  isn’t  right  at  all.  blue  eyes  watch  with  trepidation  as  the  woman  approaches,  closing  the  distance  he  had  placed  between  them  with  every  step  ;  his  mind  is  screaming  at  him  to  run,  but  the  prince  is  seemingly  frozen  in  place.  his  own  cowardice  or  the  work  of  the  woman  before  him? 

as  old  age  melts  away  into  breathtaking  beauty,  the  dread  in  his  stomach  only  increases.  for  as  beautiful  as  she  is,  she  is  frightening  —  the  aura  around  her,  the  golden  glow.  the  prince  knows  what  he’s  looking  at  now  :  a  fae  in  all  of  her  glory.  he  has  heard  the  stories,  passed  down  from  mother  to  child.  a  reminder  of  what  lurks  beyond  castle  walls  ;  he  had  always  assumed  the  tales  were  merely  bedtime  stories,  ones  meant  to  frighten  him  into  behaving.  apparently,  that  assumption  was  far  from  the  truth.  already,  the  prince  knows  that  he  has  made  a  fatal  mistake.  every  cell  in  his  body,  every  instinct,  is  practically  screaming  that  fact  at  him.

the  woman  reaches  out  and  grabs  the  injured  hand,  her  warm  flesh  against  his.  the  prince  wants  to  yank  the  extremity  away,  yet  he  does  nothing  of  the  sort.  instead,  ice  running  through  his  veins,  he  watches  as  she  brings  it  up  to  her  mouth.  adam  still  is  not  sure  whether  it  is  fear  or  her  that  keeps  him  motionless.  she  licks  at  the  cut  and  the  blood  that  coats  his  hand  as  if  it  is  the  finest  meal  she  has  had  in  ages,  and  nausea  grips  his  stomach  in  a  vice.  god  above. 

he  does  not  have  to  wait  long  before  she  makes  her  next  move  —  the  fae  grips  his  chin,  forcing  his  attention  towards  her.  she  is  too  beautiful  to  be  real,  the  prince  idly  thinks,  breath  drawn  in  a  shaky  gasp.  the  woman  before  him  is  like  a  venomous  viper,  the  beauty  disguising  the  danger  beneath  the  surface.

“  i’m  sorry  about  your  flowers,  ”  the  prince  scrambles,  voice  no  longer  high  and  haughty,  but  instead  fearful.  “  it  was  a  mistake.  a  fool’s  mistake,  my  lady.  ”  does  he  truly  feel  guilt  for  the  action?  or  is  this  just  a  last  ditch  effort  from  a  idiotic  royal  to  try  and  save  his  own  skin?  perhaps  a  bit  of  both. 

the  expression  on  adam’s  handsome  face  is  one  of  pleading  panic  as  he  gazes  at  the  enchantress  before  him.  what  can  he  do  to  fix  this?  to  change  her  mind  about  whatever  wicked  plan  it  is  that  she  has  for  him?  deep  down,  he  knows  the  answer  :  nothing. 

the  tales  his  mother  told  of  the  fae  were  always  very  clear  —  do  not  end  up  on  their  bad  sides.  a  fatal  error,  brought  about  by  adam’s  own  foolish  arrogance.  the  way  she  looks  at  him  …  that  cruel,  deadly  intent  in  those  amber  eyes  is  enough  to  strike  fear  into  the  heart  of  any  man. 

“  please  …  please  don’t  do  this,  ”  adam  begs,  voice  cracking.  “  i  will  do  anything.  do  you  want  riches?  jewels?  anything  you  want,  just  say  the  word.  just  …  please.  please  leave  me  alone  …  ” 

adam  is  merely  wasting  his  breath,  and  he  knows  it.  still,  prolonging  the  inevitable  is  better  than  nothing.

[seeksbrother]

when you get your soft, italicized "oh"?

Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy... it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

tagged by: stolen! tagging: @tviirus ( leon ), @gviirus ( alex ), @heavenprotect, @finalslay ( adam and/or amanda ) & anyone else who wants to do this!

[emcads]

🫶what does after care look like for them?

SINDAY HEADCANONS / accepting !

answered here!

[hatigave]

It  hurts  to  create        ⎯⎯        more  and  more  he  can  feel  the  strain  seeping  into  his  hands  after  hours  upon  hours  of  locking  himself  away  in  his  study.  Ink  stains  his  hands  and  fingertips  now.  Is  mindful  of  it  when  he  all  but  crawls  into  Adam's  lap.  Demands  attention  in  one  of  the  few  ways  he  knows  how  to.  By  making  damn  sure  Adam  can't  ignore  him  !  ❝My  dear  -❞  announces  his  arrival,  as  if  the  other  could  even  look  past  him  and  his  flurry  of  lilac-coloured  robe.  ❝I  fear  I  have  outdone  myself  again  .  .  .  how  will  I  ever  outdo  my  current  masterpiece  ?  Perhaps  you  should  give  me  further  inspiration  for  a  dazzling  and  charming  lead  character.❞

@finalslay ♡'d

[petitsdieu]

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔. — [ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

A dress shaded like roseate spoonbill, cut from Eri Silk drapes her body like liquid. She becomes one within her garments. It shows. It showers her in praise and attracts all sorts of walks of life. Adam appears to be no different when he asks her to detach from her ladies-in-waiting and join her on the dance floor.

The promise of midnight peaks against the window of the ballroom. You'd think the later hours would have worn her considerably by now but she hasn't felt the time yet.

She does feel his hand low on her back. Palm in palm, tucked close, as they take the lead to the melody as a guide. It hitches her, even just for a moment. He gives gossip validity; he is as they say, haughty and prick-like. This is not unique for men in like-positions.

Verdant gaze flicks up finally to meet his sapphire pair. "Are you enjoying yourself, your highness?"

𝒇𝒕. @finalslay

[wolfkcst]

❝Adam..?❞ Voice comes from the shadows, before stepping into the light where they could see him. Eivor slowly approaches before tenderly taking his hand, lifting it up to their lips where they placed a gentle kiss. ❝I have missed you, my love.❞

sc. || @finalslay

[redhcrb]

@finalslay

arms gently wrap around adam's shoulders, as belle leans down so she's level to his sitting position. a kiss is pressed against the side of his face. ❝ aren't you pleased that you listened to me about the beard, my love? ❞ she questions him almost too sweetly. it was something she loved to still tease him about to this day, feeling victorious on the fact that him growing the beard out was done because she asked. ❝ do you think we could take a trip sometime soon? ❞ it's not a question she has been dying to ask, but something she's been dying to do. ❝ i could go by myself... but i think a trip away from the castle and everyone with you would be simply... romantic. ❞ the corners of her lips quirk up into a sly smile - she was always up to something.

❝ think of how much fun it would be. ❞

[vntagetee]

﹙ requested starter. ﹚snow white / adam﹙ @finalslay ﹚

TEETH  CHATTERING,  SNOW  pulled  the  fleece  blanket  around  herself  tighter  and  stood  in  front  of  the  fireplace  to  warm  up.  water  dripped  from  her  dark  hair.  the  man  who  had  rescued  her  still  hadn’t  introduced  himself.  a  quiet  awkwardness  between  them,  the dazed woman  dropped  into  a  chair.  “what  were  you  doing  in  the  woods  so  late?  i  didn’t  think  anyone  would  come.”

[stingslikeabee]

which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?

"are you sure you're okay?" you wear your heart on your sleeve. you're probably the first to tell a person you love them in an unsubtle way -- because you love them, and they deserve to know it! maybe you're not entirely open about what you feel all the time (it depends on the situation and the person you're with) but you're generally comfortable around emotions. your own and others' -- and you'll make sure to encourage the people you love to be honest about how they feel, too. you'll check in with them to make sure they're okay, and you know your closed-off loved ones well enough to check in with them again when they've assured you that yes, they're fine, don't worry. because guess what? you'll happily worry about them, and they'll get it in the end. your love is the healing type; you're patching up scars you might not even know exist.

tagged by: @macrodatum (ty, I LOVE these!) tagging: @fire-branded . @5judgements (Gabranth pls!) . @finalslay (Adam!) . @holyguardian & @wakingdrcams (gimme Wes!)

[princessmaid]

@finalslay asked: “Ah, well, it’s just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy.” / from adam. hi !!!

Snow pouted at his words, rosy petaled lips jutting out a bit. That sounded. . . not ideal. She had been subjected to odd living spaces too - as a maid, she was shoved into the furthest and oldest servant's quarters. It was half-boarded up and falling apart. Dark and gloomy and dusty. It affect her mind she swore. When everything was tidy and in its place and prettied with flowers and the smell of something cooking, well, everything felt a bit better. Maybe that's all this place needed!

"Why, that doesn't sound too nice," Snow chirped. "We could draw the curtains open - and clean up a bit! Brighten up the place. It could be different."

[seeksbrother]

neck kisses that turn into love bites . | @finalslay

mingling together was probably something that the entity didn't expect to happen, let alone something it wanted. it was something so simple though, something that claire was sure was something so inevitable. half the killers, claire has been intimate with, but something about adam, oh adam. he was just someone that she couldn't get enough of. spending time with him outside of trials was something that came up more often than not.

their usual rendezvous spot was where they settled, him holding her against the wall of the building they were near and his lips pressing against her neck. it was something so delicate that it was hard to believe this was the same guy that had to kill her most times. and then the kisses soon became bites and a soft noise - a mix between a squeal and a light whine was offered from the red head.

❝ if you wanted me to be yours all you had to do was ask. i'm sure the other friends of yours won't mess with me too much if they see these. ❞ she teases him, head remaining tilted to the side, enjoying the sensation from the bites on her neck.

❝ you're playing a dangerous game here. ❞