Nursing on a poison that never stung

You won't escape the snapping jaws that are your consequences.

*stares at one draft for three hours*

AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER. 

I am absolutely guilty of this, and I don’t give a crap if your reply is a month late or even a year late.  It tells me you’re still interested in rping with me.  And even if I’m not in the headspace for that particular thread anymore it also tells me I can come at you with new ideas without being a nuisance.  So reply away, no matter how long it’s been!

Ciar leaned back against Xerath, smiling. “Mmm, I love it when you play with my hair you know?”

  “Our friendship only goes so far, that’s true. He favors you in his way, what way I cannot say since I am not a Father of such a powerful being.” There was tension behind Lucifer’s plans for Ciar, Xerath knew that first hand being one of his advisers. Yet the Fallen could not ignore the passion in his own heart, Ciar was everything to Xerath and he would fight to the death to keep Ciar. “And I want to be yours, we’ll make this work. I promise.” Xerath gently wrapped the band in Ciar’s hair, “Now, do you want to eat here or go out to eat, love?”

Urian hadn’t seen the hunter until Iris pushed him out of the way. He went sprawling, turning to see what happened. “…I-Iris?”

  “The spot we first met, they should be back there.” Occasionally the herd would meet near the rich creeks to stock up on herbs and fresh water, those creeks being the most ideal. “I-.. I know. I trust you.” There was truth to his words, but there was also a twinge of fear from the scene of the raging flames that consumed the hunter. That power scared Iris yet he knew in this world it was power that kept the strong on top and alive.

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Urian hadn’t seen the hunter until Iris pushed him out of the way. He went sprawling, turning to see what happened. “…I-Iris?”

  The pain kicked in, Iris taking the moment to glance down at the red that was blooming across his stomach, turning the faint white top to a deep red. The Unicorn crumbled to the ground as he screamed out in pain, “Ur-Urian… it hurts,” never had the Prince been shot in his life. Iris was afraid to check at the wound, pressing his hands to the burning pain as he tried not to squirm in agony. 

  “My h-herd. Healers are there, my mother. I need to make sure he was the only one.” Iris whined up to Urian, trying his best to stay still. A hand gripped tight to Urian’s shoulder, the grip actually weaker than Iris thought, as he glanced back up to the other, “Please.”

Ciar leaned back against Xerath, smiling. “Mmm, I love it when you play with my hair you know?”

  “I haven’t talked to your Father in a while. Last time we talked I could swear the air could be cut with his glare,” Xerath could not help but laugh at the memory. “I wonder how he would feel if I told him I plan to make you mine and I yours for the entirety of our time. Would you think his head would blow?” Though trouble-making was more of Greed’s and Pride’s field, Xerath could not help but indulge himself on occasion, especially with old friends or lovers. 

Ciar leaned back against Xerath, smiling. “Mmm, I love it when you play with my hair you know?”