coax me.

                                    ❛  I COULD NEVER ASK YOU THAT.  if you leave, ever, it will be with me on your side.  ❜  nothing could be truer meant ; sincerity ran in his merchant blood, tainting benign nature, but even so, he felt like a bairn needing aid for his troubles.  ❛  I HAVE LOST HOPE in a happy future. everyday i feel my heart growing heavier and heavier with guilt. because i have betrayed you all. i am brainless and i am a coward. ❜

                     “ I’D NEVER LEAVE. I’m in too deep to ever do that now. ” He had loved once and lost it. He wouldn’t risk it again. Limbs desired to wrap around Ira, clinging to the man he loved without mind for his pride. He was too far gone for something so non-consequential as that. “ Then you give up to easily. There is always hope and if there wasn’t, he would have both ceased THIS long ago. You may be a fool but you are my fool and I love you. ”

        “ THEN WHO IS TO BLAME? ” The Tehreni knight does not play these games. Political families were determined to RULE to lord over all those below them and when something goes wrong, it is men like him that are blamed. A war is coming. It’s brewing between Elduni and Tehren ( again ) and he would be there beside his friend in battle. He would risk his life while the Eldun sat high and mighty. Yet when eyes fall upon the girl, belly swelling slightly with the pregnancy he cursed to the goddess, he softens. “ I do not blame you. I may blame Tristan’s manhood though. ”

                           “ DO YOU TIRE OF gentleness? ” he asked, sharp claws digging into the softest of skin. Gentleness, he thought with a bitter tone, was what his wife gave him. Calloused and clawed hands were anything but gentle. He would care for his lover, caress him, whisper sweet words into the curve of his ear. So human and fragile ; he wants to DESTROY his lover. Make him feel the destruction, the fragile cracks in his heart when he hears them, the stolen kisses and touches in the dark when they believe him to be asleep. Lips capture his, biting and licking into his mouth to taste that sweet acidic, familiar and addictive against his tongue. “ I’m not your wife. I won’t be kind or sweet to you. If you want me to be rough, I’ll give you what you want. ”

                                                                  ❛ ONLY THE FEAR OF HAVING RUINED EVERYTHING ❜  he does sit down ; teal eyes carefully observing the other, taking in every detail of his image, every fold of his clothing, every unruly strand of dark hair. he does want to say anything, he just wants to be there in the moment, appreciating the quiet around them.     ❛ i came up here to tell you THAT I LOVE YOU and will do no matter what happens. ❜

            “ And I LOVE YOU, Ira. ” Did that mean it was easy? No, but love wasn’t meant to be easy. Long, clawed fingers sought out Ira’s, carefully lacing them together.  “ You make it sound like I’m going to pack up and leave. ” Or you’re going to ask me to leave. His sharp eyes scanned his lover’s features, fearing for truths that may be spilled. “ When I returned home from battle to find you married, it almost broke my heart. I’d rather be in your life as your lover than be nothing at all. ”

❝   YES,  ❞    she echoes,  almost as if in a trance.    ❝   we needn’t worry about that.  but  ━━━  you musn’t think of me as his wife,  matteo,  for i’m anything but,  except in name  ;  you and i both know this.  think of me as just a tenant,  a…  a friend.  if you don’t mind me as a friend,  that is.   ❞     

( ⚔ ┊ meme: selectively accepting | @voledrea )

37. Collarbone kiss

                        TOUSLED HAIR AND TWISTED SHEETS lay between them, fingers and limbs intertwined with either ; they wrap around each other sated. For now. Never did he have his fill, his infuriating human, bitter and angry and so like him in many ways. Despite his larger stature, he does not mind laying against Ira’s chest, gazing up at him with eyes intent on memorizing his every feature. Each scar and freckle are akin to the moonlit sky that he prays to every night. And he would pray to Ira as well, whisper his sins against his throat, fingers would dig into soft skin to ask forgiveness for his failures. The only word he repeats is ‘Ira’ like a litany on cursed lips.

          ❛   sorry to BREAK your heart so early on, but my heart belongs to my cause. ❜ laughter trickled through parted lips, eyes crinkling in appreciative MIRTH. ❛   last time I checked —- I was. I don’t think I’m GROWING anymore either, unfortunately.  ❜ still, she allowed him the last RETORT (    oh how he somewhat reminded her of Dûrion – the ache of his absence too HARSH to dwell upon     ). her fingers curled tightly to FISTS, but her gaze gave away naught of the inner turmoil.

           a quiet hum slipped past her lips as she cut off all ties with her magic (   entirely too TRUSTING she was, of a man she had only just met     ), the muscle in her brain that allowed such finally finding time to RELAX. all of the earlier teasing had disappeared from her face, only to replaced with the fresh brush of WORRY. ❛ is this an unnatural phenomenon? I have not heard of such a thing before.   ❜

            FINGERS CLENCH IN his travel gear and over his heart. “ I am truly heartbroken. How shall I ever recover? ” Bright eyes turn wide, forlorn for only a moment before his wide grin with sharp teeth is revealed. “ Then I hope you never meet my brothers. The Tehreni are cruel when it comes to short people. ” Mostly because it was humorous. A subtle change in stature, tightened muscles and bones aren’t too quick to catch with his sharp gaze.

                 he watches as the brow raises and prepares himself, sets himself up behind a guard he has carefully constructed as he waits. when the man speaks he can’t help but grin a little bit at that, because clearly the word of Simon and his current situation hasn’t gotten to the Seelie Court. “well, you see. I’m not simply saying no to the Seelie Queen - I’m telling you to tell her that I’m not interested and that if she needs something she can talk to the shadowhunters.” there’s a bit of information he’s withholding, hidden underneath his hair is the mark of cain which paired with his immortality makes him ultimately untouchable. but the other doesn’t need to know that just yet if he already doesn’t.

                   ❝   DUNNO,  THE  men look worse at me than they do at other men when they lose a fight with me…   ❞   another frown     and a whole new concept to her.   ❝   so far yer just  talkin’.   ❞   hands curl to fists as she expectantly raises a single brow.