#v and eyva
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in-your-ancestors-dreams · 10 days ago
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haunt me, take me
“Fill me, fuck me, haunt me, take me,” V said to Eyva, eyes fluttering shut and they sank to their knees. Eyva hesitated, knowing the state V was in was vulnerable, fragile. It shook her, to see them like this.
“Please, Eyva,” they begged. “Anything to take it away for a moment.”
Heat rushed across Eyva’s skin, seeing V beg for her like this, and her mouth dropped open slightly as V bent over on their knees like they were praying at her feet. It wasn’t just the sign of worship that made Evya’s cheeks flush deeply, but for V to beg for her to take control, to step into the role of demanding that had perhaps never been allowed to her… earth save her. She wasn’t made to be immune to powers like this. 
Voice hoarse, she said, “you’ll have to be really good for me, V.” 
A shudder moved through V’s still-kneeling body and they nodded. She cleared her throat and tried again. 
“Can you do that for me?” she asked louder, a touch of haughty in her voice. She hoped to embody something of the spirit of the love deity she prayed to, her best example of unforgiving seductive power. 
“Yes, I’ll be good,” V said, voice just above a whisper. 
Fuck me, Eyva thought.
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rinrindaishi · 8 years ago
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Eyva- Overwatch Hero  A character I designed for overwatchgame.pl competition and won! Meet Eyva! Agressive support   I also recorded a voice lines for her using my own voice! You can check it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CohGRdkJcEg&feature=youtu.be Also you can support me and my work here~ > > https://ko-fi.com/A477XIE <<
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graunblida · 3 years ago
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@azticha​ sent: 12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare
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the dreams the commander remembers upon waking are seldom pleasant ones. they are nightmares, dark and distorted, depicting GRIZZLY images of the past, or cataclysmic potentials for the future. the morbid ones from her childhood are almost always the same -- perhaps a detail or two is skewed -- which is why she is both terrified and NUMB simultaneously. leksa knows what to expect and yet it takes so much out of her to face these apparitions. there’s this feeling of light pressure against her arm. suddenly, the picture blurs, the scene before her dissolves as she begins to regain more control of her limbs and being in general. leksa slowly rises from her spot on the couch and acknowledges the priestess who surely nudged her from slumber. 
“ how long was i asleep? ”
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