Life is beautiful, let us enjoy it.

I had a mighty need to draw Athral and his boyfriend Armantel again after … ages of not doing so. Shame on me. These two are my jam.

A happy Arma:

“Oh? I bet you make a beautiful– ah, very scary! witch! What kind of potions do you sell?”

((trollololol)) 

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Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts. [ACCEPTING]

“Festive, and dashing, right? Vill you let me hav a taste~~~ just kidding. 

WHAT SHOULD ALY WEAR FOR ALL SAINT’S WAKE? [ACCEPTING]

bait those elves lore

PROXI I GOT ONE.

“That we do.” Athral hums and leans forward, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes thoroughly examine Armantel’s features. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a neutral, thoughtful expression.

elezenchaser:

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“The truth about what?”, he asks, genuinely surprised. But maybe there is something….

Quickly he inches closer still, to press his lips onto Armantel’s mouth.

No–it was best left unsaid. Glad of the distraction, he returns the gesture, as if to make him forget all, but once he pulls away he can’t resist remarking, “Come now, you said you didn’t deal in ~feelings~.” 

“None of the heart, perhaps”, Athral agrees after Armantel pulls away. He smirks. “I can’t deny my body its cravings though, can I? Should I?”

Now back to comfortable territory! He grants Athral a smile both merry and sinister. “Of course not! What is life, if not to be lived? Feed your cravings, eat to the full, and be happy– Well– only if the other party agrees, of course. It doesn’t do to steal.”

“That we do.” Athral hums and leans forward, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes thoroughly examine Armantel’s features. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a neutral, thoughtful expression.

elezenchaser:

“The truth about what?”, he asks, genuinely surprised. But maybe there is something….

Quickly he inches closer still, to press his lips onto Armantel’s mouth.

No–it was best left unsaid. Glad of the distraction, he returns the gesture, as if to make him forget all, but once he pulls away he can’t resist remarking, “Come now, you said you didn’t deal in ~feelings~.” 

“That we do.” Athral hums and leans forward, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes thoroughly examine Armantel’s features. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a neutral, thoughtful expression.

elezenchaser:

Athral leans forward until his forehead almost touches Armantel’s. He still smiles but there is a strange sort of melancholy in it now. “You should know that I’m the wrong person to ask for lies”, he hums, then breathes in his friend’s scent and feels his aether, hot and excited. “I don’t lie, handsome.”

Closing his eyes, he wishes that were true. “Yes, I can trust that of you–then tell me the truth, if you would–” But he bites his lip before completing his words. 

“The truth about what?”, he asks, genuinely surprised. But maybe there is something….

“That we do.” Athral hums and leans forward, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes thoroughly examine Armantel’s features. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a neutral, thoughtful expression.

elezenchaser:

His grin grows and he chuckles in amusement. If that’s how Armantel wants to play…

“Fine. Let’s do it that way. I don’t feed myself lies. Other people do. For the most part I see them for what they are and I know better than to lust for them. Now it’s your turn, handsome~”

Is that so? “What sort of lie would you wish I believe? I suppose I’ve eaten many, like the lie that I could be of use to you, and I could eat many more yet–better to live a beautiful dream than to starve. But would that I had the strength to live as you do! If that is truly so.”