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Go on anon and talk to my muse as their child // MOOOORE

Fingers traced the exquisite craftsmanship, the gifted jewelry of her subjects. Gifts and tributes were accepted gladly yet not all were treasured or wanted. While the Mad Duchess admired the detail, the beauty, she had a suspicious feeling she saw this before. “Hmm.” The ruler of this realm hummed. A clawed hand on her hip as her hand maiden’s smiles did not falter. “Valla do get – oh!” Feeling tiny hands grab at her hand at her hip. Pulling, tugging for her attention as she glanced down at her precious baby. Eyes red and tears running freely. “Oh, my precious child.” Kneeling to look them in the eye.

“Has he gone missing? Dear oh dear. And he promised to play?” Spying that her child’s left pupil was starting to lose its round shape. How adorable! Her little bean would have one of her eyes! Glancing back at the handmaiden still holding one of her recent gifts. The Mad Duchess reached to take the golden circlet before placing it upon her little princeling’s head. Giggling as the jewelry was much too big. Becoming more of a necklace.

“We must go find him!” Hands gently picked up her child, spinning them around. Trying to cheer them up as she placed kisses after kisses on their cheek. “Where do you think we should look, little princeling? Behind the curtains? Under the rug or OH! In the gardens! Yes, yes, plenty of places to hide.”

       Stolen eyes gazed into his. A smile sweet upon soft, pale lips. Wearing a face that did not belong to her, the face of that meddlesome woman known as Lilyum. Yet the daughter of the Mad Lord would give that accursed woman credit. Adelean was rather handsome for a mortal. Fingers traced along his scarred face. Drawing him closer as her poisonous lips brushed against his. Feeling his warm breath upon her cheek. Teasing him so with a ghost of a touch. Luring him closer to her, seeing the desire within his eyes. Thinking – no, believing it was the woman he claimed to once love.

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“As have I.” Cecilia confessed honestly, managing a small smile for an old friend. Friends were few and far between in Orlais, with everyone playing the Game and vying for power of some sort. It was difficult to know who to trust and whose advice would be truthful and helpful. Such was the case with Aanrietta.

“Orlais is a lonely place without you. I hope you are here to stay a little longer than last time.”

       “Oh, my darling Cecilia, I would stay for an Age if you would only ask of me. My homeland is quite...unstable as of late. Easy for a poisoner to tip their hand and ruin my exquisite tea parties.” Aanrietta chuckled, making light jests of very real dangers. But Orlais was as much as a lion’s den. Just missing the magical lions that is. Bloody ones too. “You should be oh-so ashamed! Taking tea with a Tevinter “magister” - again. I look forward to watching you dispel that unpleasantry once more.” The smile never faltered upon dark lips. Mask of gold, decorated with the visage of serpents. Hiding her eyes of a beautiful molten gold. Aanrietta wore a dress of black and purple. Adorned with golden jewels. Colors of which that did not match the season or current rage.

       Along her throat and chest was a tattoo of a serpent, revealed by her plunging neckline. “An unfortunate affair of our friendship. They would not know companionship if it fell into their plates like a delicious strawberry tart.” A hand reached out; palm open as she rested her hand on the table. A silent gesture for Cecilia to place her hand in hers if she so wished.

       “This place will not be so lonely, my dear. I have taken an interest to purchase a Villa. Allow the snakes to strike and butcher among themselves while the lionesses feast. If you don’t squint so closely at the oddball one that is.”

          “Mm it does feel more like myself, even if my other form had it’s perks” he admitted, smirking only to wave his hand, dropping the subject completely. 

          “Tell me my temptress” he began, slipping behind the beauty once more, slender fingers delicately falling upon exposed flesh, digging in and massaging her shoulders- only to have tinted lips fall upon such fair skin, pressing slow, warm kisses. Though soon enough his little venture stopped, smirking more so to himself before shifting completely, figure now before the woman, hands running down her arms. 

          “The taste of blood draws no interest to me, though the sins of flesh, desired touches and mean less words are more so what I crave. As for souls, we shall discuss that another time, my love” he hummed, eyes wandering, taking in every little detail, everything Aanrietta offered before him, licking his lips in response.  

          Hisoki craved her touch, more so now then he has ever before, craved to feel the dark intent behind her every motive, movement and word that fell from such tempting lips. He craved to be lost in the endless desire she had to offer, to have nails scratching down his body in pure pleasure. Oh the things they could do, but the new found demon insisted on teasing the other more- and just like that, Hisoki leaned down and pressed warm lips to the woman’s neck, biting down only to soothe it ever so slightly with a kiss. 

          “I’ll show you something special” 

      Her sweet touches seemingly brushed away - dismissed as he moved. A game he was learning to play. It was not rejection she felt but anticipation. It was only a matter of time, and she would not allow this moment to slip away. Sighing at his touch, the tender movement, relaxing as he massaged her shoulders. The tension easing as warm kisses fell upon her skin. Shoulders rising every so slightly at the touch, chuckling once more. “Aww, a little too stomach turning for you?” Aanrietta teased. No blood or flesh was sweeter when it had tasted her sweets. Had sampled her wine. Serpent eyes gazing longing.

       Knowing what he wanted and craved and knowing all too well what she desired. To corrupt him, free him was a worthy challenge. A game. He was where he belonged, tainted, a demon and most importantly. Free to be hers without those pesky, mortal and hero like feelings when raised in the Light. But he was never to be part of the Light. Only shadow and darkness.

       His hands ran down her arms, as if encouraging her to place the glass of wine upon the stone table. Doing so freely as she smiled. Flashing her vampiric like fangs. Warm, tainted lips fell upon her again. This time upon her neck as he leaned forward. Teeth poking, biting at her skin before his kisses made up for the love bites.

       Clawed fingers wove into his hair as she sighed again. Leaning back ever so slightly to see if he would follow her, chase her as he desired.

          “Mm you shall be surprised” he hummed in pure bliss, eyes never leaving the flesh that was ever so perfectly highlighted by the tinted lights, the flickering of candles awaiting to burn out amongst many things. Though, Hisoki could only smirk again, steps bringing him closer to the  beauty, ever so tempting, ever so desirable to anyone who dares to lay there eyes upon her. 

          “No need to worry yourself on such matters, I certainly can ensure you despite being so new to this form” he paused, slender fingers running across Aanrietta’s bare shoulders, nails ever so slowly, lightly tracing down.  

          “I shall make you want more” he whispered, breath falling upon her exposed flesh, grinning before pulling back, offering a glass of wine. “For you, my mistress” Hisoki purred in delight, finger seductively running across his lower lips, only to bite down upon it afterwards. 

       The dark-haired temptress cocked her head to the side slightly as his fingers touched upon her flesh. Clearly enjoying the attention without shame or innocent blushes. Her grin never fading as she came to face forward, away from him yet leaving her neck exposed to him. If he so desired, feeling the prickle of his nails upon her skin.

       “I do love surprises.”

       No, it would she who would make him want more. She could sense it already. But this was a game she loved to play. Sighing at his touch and the warm breath. So close yet so teasingly far away as he withdrew. No more soft touches as her eyes fluttered upon. Unaware that they had closed. Clearly, she was enjoying herself.

       “This form pleases me. You are what you have always meant to be, my sweet.”  Turning to look at him, serpent eyes flickering to the wine glass and back as his finger ran across his low lip. Chuckling, she raised a clawed hand, accepting the offering of wine. Her intense golden eyes never leaving his as she sampled the crimson liquid. Finding it sweet and acceptable.

                 “and entertain you I shall my temptress, though perhaps it’s time to open that bottle of wine that calls out” he smirks, desire and mischief laced deep within darkened hues. “though surely the mood needs to be set first, for I do have many tricks up my sleeves mm” Hisoki soon added, a chuckle to follow whilst he snapped his fingers, the atmosphere shifting, dark reds coming forth, nothing but fine wine and the sweetest fruits brought forth. 

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       A smirk settled upon the Mad Duchess’s dark lips. Her chin resting on her shoulder as her serpent eyes took him in a sideways glance. Her black dress leaving her back bare with small golden chains keeping the metal, slithering visage of a serpent caressing her spine. The fabric hugging her curves and flowing freely just past her hips. Palms resting on the edges of the stone table that she leaned, and half sat on. It gave him the best view of her bare flesh.

       “Mmm, you sure know a way to a woman’s heart. My dearest Hisoki.” Aanrietta purred. Quite liking his free personality. His truest self so long denied. Perfection.

Muses available by discord on request are:

Ysera (World of Warcraft - canon) canon divergent. Multiple verses available such as Witcher and Mortal Kombat.

Ostara (Elder Scrolls - oc) A Demiprince like Aanrietta but her Daedric parent is Meridia, the Daedric Prince of Life and Lady of Infinite Energies.

Nimueh (undecided - oc) A goddess of nature who’s spheres lie more in Spring (rebirth) and Autumn (sleep) and her appearance reflects the season. She takes the form of a huge wolf and speaks almost exclusively through telepathy. She has big mom energy and will adopt muses ngl