#zarina you've already been accepted by him

[zorkaya-moved]

👀 oh for kaveh for sure ... spill the tea ...

@avaere

send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

"Ah... where do I begin?" She chuckles softly, thinking to herself of all the dirty ideas, thoughts, and scenarios she imagines in the past in the fantasy daze or even to get herself off when they were far apart. Zarina hums, thoughtfully and just a bit too long to show that her list was going far and she was searching for the ones to say out loud. "I'll give you two for different roles we take, one for when I'm leading and one where you are leading. Because I love you so much."

Another chuckle as the woman smiles, sly and mischievous.

"If you will let me, I want you to fully submit to me. I want to have your hands tied to the bedframe with my prettiest rope to fit the color of your eyes, but I also want to put a blindfold on you," she thinks how pretty he'd look like that, all at her mercy. "I want you to not know where I am or where I will touch next, I can only imagine how the tension will get to you. I'm quiet when I want to be, aren't I? Now in that position where you cannot touch me and cannot find it, relying solely on your hearing? Human body reacts much stronger than some of their senses are restricted or taken away. Imagine how your body would react to my touch then? My voice?" He'd be alluring, not like he wasn't usually, but she feels the desire to tease more and more. "The light jumps, the soft calls of my name, me asking you what do you want and where you'd like me to touch you and ignoring your arousal until I'm satisfied with worshipping and touching you. Oh, but when I finally have enough of my fun, I'll overstimulate you since you've asked me to touch you so much. You'd be able to handle it if I would want to drag out an orgasm after an orgasm from you, right?" She'll make him strain his voice, erase the bashfulness and know just how it is to be fully taken care of. Sexy and aftercare. "Ah... I might drive you to tears from pleasure. I promise to kiss them all away and praise you endlessly until the only thing on your mind is me. No external worries, no work, no concern about loudness, no need to hold back. Hm, then also watch your face flush the next day if there will be some marks left from where I tied you up. I promise to kiss them all better."

Oh, that was a long one already. She's given herself a bit too much time to speak of that specific scenario. It's been circling in her mind forever.

"As for the role reversal... It's not as specific, but I've had this thought for a bit."

"Maybe I'm feeling just a tinge bit masochistic, but those rare moments of when you get possessive are exquisite. I melt from just that growl in your voice, ready to make each and every dream of yours true," she feels like drooling at the thought, combined with her previous fantasy discussion. "Hm, a fantasy of mine does include me helping you de-stress. The rush, half-clothed bodies pressed against each other, you bending me over your work desk, using me to get gid off that stress. Gods, you can rant, you can press me against the desk, you can order me to be quiet. I get off your voice far more than you can imagine, the sound of it keeps me going like no other. Just pure, raw fuck where your touch can be stronger and you don't have to worry about breaking me because I'm not fragile." She twirls a lock of silver around her index finger. "Maybe it's just me wanting for you to let go, to free yourself from the stressors for a moment to enjoy and lose yourself in me. Sometimes, I just want to be... manhandled by you a bit," she laughs, genuinely finding it hard to explain exactly what she wants. Her desire is more about helping Kaveh, let him let loose, and make him enjoy himself like no other did. "Order me around, make me take and accept everything you have to offer, leave marks on me to stake claim that's only yours to do. Imagine if to keep me quiet, you force me to stand up, turn my face to you and kiss me deeply? I'm not afraid to get messy, Kaveh, my question is more where your boundaries lie. My rather shameless self even had a thought of taking a stimulant and seeing if I can keep my hands off you or myself for the whole day, bu~ut, I don't know how adventurous you'd like to get."

[queensconquest]

@zorkaya​ said: “I think I’m done playing,” Zarina confesses as she closes her eyes while lying on Solomon’s lap. Her voice soft, low, lacking the familiar energy. It’s not about Solomon, she’d been more real with than others. “I have been foolish for thinking my attempts will work, but, Solomon,” golden eyes open as Sokolova sighs, glancing at the sorcerer before then switching her gaze to look at the ceiling. “Will you still let me be in your company if I don’t create the same trouble as I did before? I might be switching my strategy and going after another objective, but — only you matter in my approach; thus, I’m asking this of you. Will you let me stay like this? With you alone I’ve been honest, but I still wish to hear your answer.” She’s tired, exhausted, not having fun anymore doing what she was doing with other brothers abd how bring a troublemaker wasn’t working as expected, but it won’t change anything between her and wizard from her perspective yet she wished to hear his response to know what to expect of the future. Zarina simply had to adapt. “I can’t outsmart demons like you yet, ahah, so I should be quieter while thinking of what should I do next to not drown in boredom if you were to deny me.” It was said out loud, but only a thought. She didn’t expect him to stick with her, she would always give the sorcerer a choice to stay or to distance himself. Sokolova wanted to make that clear.

   His  gaze  falls  down  upon  the  one  resting  in  his  lap  ,  head  tilted  to  one  side  as  he  allows  her  to  speak  her  mind  in  its  entirety  without  interruption  from  him.  It’s  clearly  important  matter  to  her  (  and  the  subject  proves  that  further  as  he  listens  )  and  thus  it  gains  his  full  attention.

   She  isn’t  wrong  in  admitting  her  foolishness.  Solomon  had  thought  it  in  the  past  ,  realizing  the  danger  that  she  was  putting  herself  into  by  trying  to  play  the  game.  Not  the  same  as  him  ,  but  in  a  similar  enough  manner  to  be  relevant.  Her  strategy  was  one  doomed  from  the  very  beginning  against  most  demons.  Not  all  ,  but  many.  Instead  her  acts  made  her  stand  out.  But  as  a  target  rather  than  a  threat.  At  least  such  was  the  presumption  that  Solomon  held  to  how  demons  might  see  her.

   They  aren’t  the  same.  She  can’t  outsmart  the  to  the  level  he  can.  In  fact  ,  that  among  many  is  a  skill  of  him  alone.  He  who  was  blessed  under  God  ,  adorned  by  the  Heavens  ,  and  who  threw  it  aside  for  demons.  Be  as  it  may  ,  his  wisdom  ,  surpassed  by  no  mortal  now  nor  ever  in  the  future  ,  remained.  His  ring  ,  granting  him  unnatural  power  and  wielding  an  essence  of  God  and  control  over  the  elements  ,  remained.  But  the  cost  of  it  all  was  his  immortality.  Was  he  human  ?  It  felt  more  adequate  to  say  not  quite.  His  soul  contained  something  irresistible  to  demons  and  angels  in  it.  Zarina’s  did  not.  Zarina  did  not  wield  the  power  to  force  some  of  the  most  powerful  demons  into  contracts  with  him  ,  to  destroy  mountains  with  the  same  ease  as  eating  a  grape  ,  to  anything  of  that  level.  Solomon  got  away  with  it  because  ,  deep  down  ,  there  was  a  FEAR  of  him  by  demons.  Because  his  immortality  and  raw  power  and  wisdom  and  experience  made  them  unable  to  TRULY  oppose  Solomon  the  way  they  could  a  normal  human.  

   The  look  in  his  eyes  shifts  as  she  gazes  up  at  him  ,  asking  for  permission  to  remain.  As  if  he  was  not  as  guilty  of  being  a  LIE.  This  mischief  and  playfulness  in  his  eyes  fades  away  into  a  gaze  full  of  wisdom.  Eyes  that  had  seen  empires  rise  and  fall  ,  who  knew  the  secrets  history  had  long  devoured  ,  who  knew  more  than  anyone  ever  should.  Eyes  of  a  man  befitting  the  title  of  wisest.  Of  King.  His  eyes  did  not  old  the  oldness  of  age  ,  but  something  ancient  and  wise.  

   Fingers  reached  down  to  brush  along  her  cheek  ,  not  yet  saying  anything  but  letting  the  silence  exist.  A  simple  smile  rested  on  his  lips  ,  speaking  not  of  mischief  but  of  knowing  and  understanding.  His  touch  was  gentle  ,  seeming  to  have  no  further  goal  beyond  simple  contact.

   “  Did  you  think  I  would  be  so  cold  to  reject  you  for  changing  ?  For  deciding  not  to  continue  playing  a  losing  game  with  a  failing  strategy  ?  “  Finally  he  speaks  with  a  voice  warm  and  accepting.  He  is  a  man  who  surrounds  himself  in  demons  ,  did  she  truly  believe  he’d  abandon  her  for  this  matter  ?

    His  fingers  move  to  gather  a  lock  of  her  beautiful  hair  ,  pressing  a  soft  kiss  to  it  as  tenderly  as  he  would  her  hand  or  lips  before  letting  it  fall.  “  I  should  hope  you  didn’t  truly  thing  that.  I  cannot  deny  I  will  miss  some  of  the  antics  ,  but  I  will  also  respect  your  desire  to  stop  playing.  “

   Now  his  gaze  focuses  on  those  gold  eyes  ,  knowing  eyes  looking  directly  at  her  as  if  looking  at  her  soul  rather  than  just  her  face.  Truly  at  her. Solomon  leans  down  to  press  a  kiss  to  her  forehead  ,  lingering  close  to  speak  softly  as  if  to  deny  the  universe  the  pleasure  of  hearing  words  spoken  only  for  her.  “  You  will  always  be  welcomed  in  my  company.  If  you  ever  need  a  place  to  be  ,  you  will  always  have  a  spot  with  me  and  you  shalln’t  ever  be  turned  away.  Regardless  of  what  path  you  choose  or  if  you  choose  to  play  or  not.  You  will  be  welcomed  ,  of  that  I  give  my  promise  to  you  ,  Zarina.  “

[zorkaya-moved]

"why do you look like you're hurting? you seem a bit lonely from how you talk to others." (aether)

@pcrdiseseekers

Because I have nothing left besides my ambition and my goal.

Aether's voice makes many want to speak to him. The softness yet strength behind it makes him fit for the role of the main hero for this role akin to a play in the Aurora Borealis. They might all play their roles under Celestia's orders, but who knows? As of now, what she is doing is what she thinks her freedom is to choose from. If her brother was here, he would've made things better, but is he even still alive? Her hope continues to hold onto the thinnest thread, ready to snap at any moment yet tenacious nature remains strong holding onto that hope. Isn't it human to hang onto the last thread?

Zarina feels the void once again open within her chest. The black hole that sucks out all of the faux summery joy, bringing out the hiemal melancholy. It shudders, it roars, it cries. The blindness towards the future past her goal is something she's accepted long ago, the moment she awakened in Liyue Harbor, still alive despite remembering the pain she suffered. A miraculous survival was a curse, but a blessing too: fate to bring the world upside down, showcase human nature's power. The lonely, isolated road she walked on her own without any regret. There is nothing to be desired more than to know that she had kept her promise to the light of her light no more present in this world. Aleksey's joyful smile echoes in her mind as she settles down the notebook she's been using for merchant purchases before. The night sky is filled with stars, their presence outside to drink and eat at this hour is quite relaxing. The alcohol is buzzing in her veins as she leans back against the back of her chair, her hand remaining on the table holding a mug while the other rests on her lap.

" When you've lost everything, it is hard to look at others without reminiscing about what you couldn't protect, " honesty is not what should be expected but it still comes out through her lips. The bitterness and the pain reflect in the golden gaze, clouded by the tragic memories that couldn't be erased. Many would've suffocated on them, many would've gone insane, many would've cried rivers rivaling those in Liyue. The mind of the one who's lost everything and has chosen to walk this lonely path has never been one that would allow itself to show hurt. Not until it's needed for her goal. Right now, it's unwanted, she closes off right away after speaking by closing her eyes and sighing out. The warmth of Aether, the Traveler, doesn't reach her heart. It never will. No one here can understand her, no one here will make anything better. She has a goal and there is nothing that will stop her from reaching it. " Perhaps, I am afraid of losing everything again. Perhaps, I don't know what will happen. Perhaps, I have little to no time left to create any meaningful relationship. " It's the wine talking, she knows. After a couple of drink, her honesty and straightforwardness burn her throat and makes the air in her lungs freeze over. Less than ten years now, right? Such a little amount of time until the end.

Because I choose to trust no one. Because I choose to not be close to anyone. Because I know I won't be able to handle losing another bond. Because my humanity is already at its wit's end.

Sokolova opens her eyes only to glance at the Traveler with a mysterious smile, blocking any and all emotions from showing in her eyes or smile or face. He will not help her. No one will. The only person she can ever rely on is herself because betrayal followed her each step. She's got nothing but herself to push forward. The end will justify all means now, there is no going back. This path of isolation and loneliness she's chosen herself, crushing dreams under her boot. There is no end for the villain, but she doesn't long for it. The only thing that'll remain important is the Age of Men, the change in the current she'll create on her own.

" Do I really look that sad? Must be wine talkin'. You don't need to concern yourself. I'm an adult. I'll handle it on my own. " Another wall is built, another push is made, another step away has been concluded. Despite the friendliness she exudes, the company she's the center of isolates her on its own. It's no matter. In the end, nothing will matter. " Go enjoy drinks with your friends. They must be missing you. "