#i think this might be the first obsession fic where viz ends it winning. my god

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writing pride tag

tagged by @aalinaaaaaa, thank you! im having a blast writing the absolutely heinous bit of Vizaeth/Pharaun toxic delight at the end of the next Obsession fic, so here’s an excerpt from the rough draft that im proud of right now:

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“So now you’re bedding halfbreeds,” Pharaun begins. “Is there anything you won’t let fuck you, or will I have a troglodyte in my quarters tomorrow night?” He’s so beautiful when he’s angry. That flush of frustration and righteousness, the way his lip curls, his chin tilts. Just the way a drow should look when insulted. “Keep sending me to steal things without giving me all the information, and it’ll be a demon in your bed,” Vizaeth says, hopping up to perch on the edge of Pharaun’s desk. He picks up the vial of violet powder, turning it in his fingers. “Did you want me caught or killed this time?” “Both would have been a rather lovely treat.” Pharaun snatches the vial from him, then sweeps up the others, shoving them into a desk drawer. Vizaeth climbs properly onto the desk, sitting up on his knees so he can meet Pharaun’s eyes. Pharaun’s hand leaves the drawer and goes to his throat. “You can’t do anything to me,” Vizaeth whispers through the grip. He lays his hand over Pharaun’s heart. “You’re mine.” “You think I won’t find a way to break a geas laid by an apprentice as incompetent as you?” Pharaun says, leaning so close their lips brush. Heat shivers down Vizaeth’s spine. “Your Weave is rotting and so will your spell.” “But it hasn’t yet,” Vizaeth whispers. Pharaun’s eyes nearly glow, dark and angry and red. “It hasn’t yet,” he grits out, and pulls Vizaeth’s mouth to his.

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