#blake ephimetheus

Archie

Arcturus does not know how to feel about the Villain. Milo has kept him appraised of their adventures over the years, and he has begun to wonder if they have changed, but he remembers them from before the exile and he is conflicted. He hopes that what he has heard is true, he hopes that [SPOILER] means that they are no longer the person he remembers. But at the end of the day, this is merely a hope and he will have to wait and see.

Adhy

Adhara is wary of Ophiuchus' new Minister of Foreign Affairs. Tales of their exploits have reached her ears through Milo, and she has heard from [SPOILER] that the Villain is [REDACTED]. She is to take the wait and see approach, because she remembers their callousness with other noble children and the rumors she believes they spread regarding her brother. Like Arcturus, she is taking the wait and see approach, but unlike her brother, there is no hope within her, merely a patient sort of wariness.

Vicky

Victoria had only seen the Villain from affair, but she knows of their reputation and has seen them at their worst. She might have been from a lesser noble family, but she has always been watchful and she notices things. Her love for life makes it so she is willing to welcome the Villain with open arms as Milo's reports do show a change in character, but even then, she keeps a wary eye out for she won't allow them to ruin what she has built.

Carmen

There is no mixed opinion, no doubt on this case. Carmen hates the Villain for their bullying. She is not aware of the Villain's exploit's abroad, so to her, it seems as if her old bully is returning victorious after gaining everything they wanted and more. It is made worse by the fact that she knows the story and knows [SPOILER] so she worries that they are playing right into their hands.

Milo

Funnily enough, for all that Milo's job exposes him to the worst of humanity, he is the one that has the most faith in the Villain at the beginning of the story. Since he gained his position as Spy Master, he took special care to pay close attention to the Villain and he has seen how they have changed and their feats. Still, he is aware that he was not one of their victims so it is not his place to forgive the Villain, and he knows that the Villain might regress to their old self once they return 'home', so he has kept his opinion to himself.

Blake

Simply put, they do not care about your previous reputation. To them, all you are is a potential rival. As another person blessed with the Obscurae Arcana since birth, the Villain had a much better life than Blake could have dreamed off when they were young. As such, they want to surpass the Villain's accomplishments and demonstrate that they are stronger than them, better than them because it was Blake who abolished the unjust laws against the Obscurae Arcana, not the Villain. Not Navis.

Val

Yet another person who has no previous relations with the Villain. Xyr opinion of the Villain is simple: xe cannot judge them for things they did before xe knew them, so xe will wait and see what is the Villain's behavior once they meet.

Rowan

Archie:

It takes Archie a moment to process what just happened, but once he does, he the blood drain from his face. A quick command has the Royal Guard chasing the assassin as he turns his attention towards you. 

As he hears you speak, you can see his eyes closing as a pained expression paints itself across his face. Once they open, there is a fire in his eyes you have rarely seen, an anger that you had not thought possible. And yet, his hands as he cradles you in his arms and infuses you with the sun’s energy are so gentle.

“Please don’t say that. Please.”

Adhy:

The mask of courtesy you could always find in Adhy’s face collapses under sheer terror as she freezes in place and just looks at you. It takes her a second to gather her wits and order her guards to follow the assassin and search for a healer. 

Once she has gathered her wits, however, she uses the essence of the moon to invigorate you as she moves closer as if to shield you from the world. Hands cradling your face, she gazes at you, eyes full of anguish.

“Why would you say that?”

Vicky:

Someone screamed, you think distantly as you look down at the stab wound. It’s not until delicate hands appear in your field of vision that you realize it was Vicky. There is a deep fear shining through her expression as she tugs you closer and begins snapping orders to her guards to go and find a healer.

Carefully, she guides you into the ground and cradles you on her arms, muttering reassurances as she waits for help with baited breath. It isn’t until you have been healed that she takes you aside. 

“Navis, you must understand that was not fairness. Do not ever believe you deserve to be stabbed. Please.”

Carmen:

Carmen is surprisingly calm in this situation. After you are stabbed, she takes a moment to look at the sky and mutter. 

“Spirits give me patience, because if you give me strength I will kill them,” before snapping her fingers and sending a trail of starlight to hunt down the bastard that stabbed you. Once that is done, she turns towards you and swats your hand away from the wound as she begins to heal it. “That is fair? THAT IS FAIR? If you wanted to die so much, you should have told me, o’ villain, and I would have saved you the trouble.”

She might be complaining as she heals you, but her hands are careful and tender with the wound, her worry shining underneath the bravado. 

Milo:

Your would-be assassin does not get past three steps before a dagger is buried on their back, low enough to paralyze his moments but not to kill them. Milo is turning towards you, when he hears your words and you can see the moment the meaning of your words dawn on him.

“Your Grace?!?!” Milo sounds distraught as he moves closer and cradles your face. “We are going to talk about your reaction to being stabbed, but before, let’s get you healed.”

He signals at the shadows, and you know one of his runners has gone to find a healer. 

Blake:

”Are you an idiot?” They blurt out as they glare in the direction of the would-be assassin and mutter a quick tracking spell. “Or are you just suicidal? There is no time for your woe-me act when you have been stabbed, Navis. Truly, where is your survival instinct when you need it?”

Blakes words might be sharp, but their concern is evident on the way their hands are trembling, the sharp hitch on their voice as they carefully push you down into the ground and gather healing magic into their hands. “That is fair? The fuck are you talking about? What do you think will happen to those you leave behind when you die? It’s not all fucking sunshine and roses after death.”

Val:

It takes Val less than a second to react to your stabbing as their hands drop to the hilt of their sword and with a flourish runs the assassin through. They don’t keep them alive, too worried about your health to take care on their actions. 

Too pissed off by your words to temper themselves.

“Don’t you dare say that again,” they rage as they sheath their sword and gather you in their arms. They know their knights will gather the would be assassins body, so for now, they will take you to Blake. “There is no fairness in stabbing an unarmed opponent, there is no fairness in stabbing you.”

Rowan:

Few are brazen enough to anger a Demon Monarch, but it seems that Rowan has found someone foolish enough to do so. An inhuman growl leaves their chest as the shadows tremble under their fury and the assassin is trapped under the weight of their nightmares. 

Once the assassin has been taken care of for future interrogation, they turn towards you and glare as they walk closer. 

Archie: 

You waited. 

Archie knew you would. 

A smile dawns on his face, warm and bright like the breaking dawn at his back. The wind is his guide as he runs to your side, to you. There is something heartening to know that your doubt on him never wavered, as neither did his. Not once in twenty long years did he doubt your love, your commitment, your faith on his return. 

Every night, he looked at the sky and dreamed of the look on your eyes as you welcomed him home, and every morning he looked at the horizon and counted the space between his heartbeats. The space were you belonged, the space that felt empty without your touch. 

Archie doesn’t bother entering the palace, instead he makes a straight line to your window and jumps into the room without hesitation, knowing you would recognize him without trouble, just as he could recognize you after a thousand years of absence. 

Gathering you on his arms, he rests his forehead against yours and takes a deep breath. 

Tears of joy glitter on his eyes as he looks at you. 

“I am here,” he reassures as the empty space within begins to fill. “I will stay.”

Adhy: 

“Oh.”

Plush lips fall in surprise, as tears gather on Adhy’s eyes as the words resonate on her ears. 

Twenty years. You waited for her twenty years, fending off the poisonous snakes that had nestled on your court without her to temper them. You had waited, and you had triumphed over the dangers the vipers had brought with them. 

All for her. 

There is a laugh bubbling on her lips, heartfelt and finally free. Twenty years being weighted down by her worry for you, suddenly gone by such simple words. 

You waited for her. You fought for your love. 

Her smile is wider than she had thought possible, her heart lighter than it had been for years, and her feet? Her feet took her down a familiar path. A path she had walked every night on her dreams. 

Until. 

A door. 

Carefully, she opens it and slips inside, a smile on her face. 

“Well met, my love,” she tells you before she surges forward and brings you into a searing kiss. 

Vicky: 

There is a thrill running down her spine as her guide explains the reason behind your delayed nuptials. Her heart sings as the pieces slot into piece and she understands. Understands that you waited, understands how you tricked them all. 

Vicky is unbelievably proud of you. Of your strength. Of your faith on her. On your grace. She is so proud she could almost burst into tears of you, but laying eyes upon your countenance takes priority. 

She needs to see you. 

Needs to see the twist of your smile, the shine in your eyes, the soft curve of your neck. 

She needs you. She has needed you for years. 

It takes a mere second to get to you, for what is the journey when the destination is so close? 

It’s unusual, but she doesn’t bother knocking. Why would she? It’s her. It’s you. Time might have changed you both, but she knows this. What you had and what you have has not changed. 

It couldn’t. Not now, not on a thousand lifetimes. 

The door opens, and she smiles. 

“Hello, my love.”

Carmen:

She is settled, as she steps into Ithaca. Willing to accept the truth as it is, and yet, with hope burning bright and clear on her chest. 

It’s a hope born out of knowledge, out of trust. 

She knows you. She trusts you. 

She knows you waited. She trusts that you waited. 

The whispers only reassure her and lift her spirit up. Not only did you wait, but you ensured you would be free to share your love once she got home. 

She is grateful. She will never not be grateful. 

There is a spring on her step as she walks to your room, ignoring the gasps of recognition. She can deal with the fallout later, all Carmen wants now is to be in your arms. 

So to your arms she goes, called as a ship is called to their port. She falls back into you like the truth falling into place, and smiles. Finally, after all the struggle, she is back where she belongs. 

“Thank you for trusting me, cariño.”

Milo: 

Milo had not bothered with detours, heading to your room on as soon as his feet had fallen upon dry land. It is the middle of the night, yes, but the room that had been theirs is bright, illuminated by the candlelight, so he decides to risk it. 

He approaches from the beach, careful to muffle his steps as he approaches the window. It’s there, standing on the sand outside your window still that he discovers that you did not only wait, but also made sure no one would take his place at your side. 

A fond smile dances on his lips as he hoists himself up into the room and clears his throat, laughing joyfully as you startle. 

“Hello, Your Grace,” he greets cheerfully as he jumps into the room and stalks to your side. Gathering your hand in his, he twirls you playfully and brings you into his arms. Dipping you, he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear. “This thief has come to return the heart he stole and to give you his, as your beauty has enchanted him.”

Blake: 

The truth comes as a revelation. 

You stayed. You mourned them.

They had never been alone.

A trembling hand reaches up to cover their mouth as the other grasps their hair in a desperate attempt to gain some semblance of control. Because you never left, even when they had thought you would. You had stayed. You had waited. 

Their cheeks are wet, their breaths ragged, but Blake doesn’t care. They have to see you, have to lay their eyes on you so that they can believe that this is real and not just another dream, ready to slip through their fingers with the nearing dawn. 

So they run. 

Who gives a fuck about prestige? About elegance?

You stayed. You stayed despite it all, and they will not be able to take another breath if they cannot see you. 

Blake crashed into the room like a hurricane, throwing themselves into your embrace and it feels like two pieces slotting together. 

Like coming home. 

Val: 

You waited. 

The breath rushes out of their lungs as they take one step in the sandy beach, then another, and another. Their surroundings fade around them as they follow a familiar path, the path home. Carefully and quietly- almost surprisingly so for someone their size-, they slip through the hallways of a home they had thought long lost until they finally, finally, reach what was once their bedroom. There they hesitate briefly, would you want to see them? After all this time?

They have doubts. 

But you waited. 

Heart racing on their chest, they slowly open the door to see you standing in the middle of the room, looking at them. A cut off sob breaks through their lips as they see you and they take a step closer. Then another. And another. Until they are in front of you and the strength leaves their legs. 

Val kneels on the floor and looks at you almost like a supplicant looks at their god. Because you are everything. 

Because you waited. 

“I am home.”

Rowan:

“They are still there, weaving-”

They don’t stay to listen the guides’ full explanation. As soon as Rowan hears that you are here, they start running down the familiar path. 

It’s been years, but this was their home, and they would know it no matter what. They would know you no matter what. They know you, and they know you are a clever little thing. Clever enough to full the bunch of good-for-nothing suitors that had filled Ithaca as they left. Clever enough to fend them for twenty years. 

They know you. Know that you can keep this going for twenty more years.

But it would be rude for them to make you wait, now that you are so close, wouldn’t it be?

The Spirits guide them as they run to your side, joyful lighter spreading behind them like a blanket of cheer. 

It takes them mere minutes to reach your side, and once they do, they give you a toothy grin. 

Adhy looks back. She has to.

Unlike her brother, she does not rely on faith. She never has. She does not trust the gods, does not believe in inherent goodness. All she knows is that the world is cruel, and so are the Spirits.

She cannot trust them.

Adhara tries to trust the Spirits, tries to trust their end of the bargain, but the more steps she takes, the less she hears yours. The more she asks questions, she less she hears you. 

It will reach a point in which she cannot hold back any longer, so she turns, tears running down her face, hope extinguishing as her eyes lay on you.

Vicky looks back in excitement when the sunshine breaks through the caves entrance. 

Vicky looks back by accident, and that is the worst tragedy of it all. 

She does not need faith on the gods, when she has trust on you. She does not fear you leaving, for she knows she has your heart. That makes the walk back into the surface easy. She knows her task, knows just what she has to do. Slowly but surely the follows the path, humming under her breath to distract herself of the eerie silence behind her, pretending that it doesn’t bother her. 

But it does. 

So when the light is near, when she sees the exist and your future right in front of her, she turns in excitement. She cannot wait for a life with you!

Except-

Except the test hadn’t been over, and the last thing to see is the horror on her eyes. 

Carmen knows the story, she won’t look back.

It’s one of the few stories she remembers, that of Eurydice and Orpheus. She knows the task, the test and the failure, and she will use that knowledge to ensure you live. That is all that matters.

Carmen but runs all the way to the exist, not pausing a second, not allowing the doubt to settle because she knows she will cave if she does. 

So she runs. And runs. And runs. And doesn’t stop. 

She knows the story, but now, out in the daylight, she wonders if she knows the wrong story. She wonders if she failed if-

The moment you tackle her into the grounds, she begins weeping in relief. 

Milo doesn’t look back. He has been given a task, and he will see it through. 

Eyes on the path, Milo walks his way out of Hades. Every cell on his body screams for him to turn around, to look at you, savor your presence.

But he does not want to lose you, and He told you he would if he did. So Milo doesn’t turn, but instead climbs higher, a step after the other, face blank as he pushes down any emotion trying to push through. 

He will not lose you. Not to his impatience. 

And yet, every step is agony.

It takes all of him not to collapse once he crosses the threshold of the Underworld. Relief burns through his veins as he turns, half-agony half-hope. When he sees you, a smile breaks through and he collapses into your arms, sobbing. 

 Blake look back. He has to. 

They knows the Fae and Spirits. They knows they play fast and loose with their deals, leave them full of loopholes. They knows the best option is to follow through until the end. So they try. They make it halfway through the path, when they begin to doubt. 

They are halfway there, when they begin to remember.

Remember the lonely days on the streets, on the tower. Remember the snide comments and insults they threw your way at the beginning, their actions... And suddenly, they don’t know if you would stay if you were given the option. 

So Blake turns. 

And curses themselves to watch as you disappear. 

Val looks back out weakness. 

They try. Desperately so. They try to make it out of the Underworld without turning, because you are their world and they cannot go another day without seeing you. 

They try. 

But they can’t hear you. Not when they talk to you, not when they beg for a sign. Any sign. They can’t hear you, and they fear that means you have left them, turned around and returned to the world of the death. 

Suddenly, they fear. 

They turn around in desperation, hands reaching and slipping through your figure as you disappear.

It’s as if they were a puppet’s whose strings are cut, because after you are gone, they collapse on the floor and do not move again. 

Rowan doesn’t look back. They don’t need to. 

One thing you don’t know about demons: they are related to the High Fae. One thing you don’t know about Rowan: they were raised by a High Fae. They know contracts and loopholes like the back of their hands. They know the true test from the moment it leaves the Spirits mouth. 

They know, and they will not let an ungrateful little has been take you away from you. 

Rowan does not turn around, and beelines for the exist. And yet, instead of remaining in stony silence, they fills the silence by chattering of anything and everything. It’s equally a promise to you and a reassurance: they will get you out and you will be free. 

Eurydice

Archie

“Oh, dearest,” he manages to whisper before he disappears, hands reaching out in hopes of touching you one last time, even if he knows the attempt is in vain. He does not blame you, how can he when he knows that you turned out of love? He can see it clearly in your face, and all he can feel is an all-encompassing love and grief. 

Adhy

There are tears running down her cheeks as she smiles at you softly. 

“I love you,” she tells you as she hugs herself in a desperate attempt to hold herself together. She will miss you, miss you more than being alive, but it seems that this was it. The end of the line for you and her, and she would not allow for the end to grieve you so. “Be happy.”

Vicky

There is no tears or sadness on her eyes, just fondness. There is no reprimands, no anger. Vicky had known it was a long shot, and had not dared hope, so she was not disappointed. She had made her peace when she had died, and she is glad that she got to see you one last time before she died.

“Live, please.”

Carmen

There is no smile on her lips as you turn, but her eyes are understanding as she fades away from view. How can she blame you when you love her? She simply can’t. So she doesn’t. Instead, she musters a tender smile as she disappears from view. 

Milo

“Missed me already?” He tries for levity, to avoid thinking about the fact that he already felt his limps disappearing, even as he reached out in a desperate attempt to get close to you. “I did too. I will too.”

“Goodbye.”

Blake

There is no heat in their glare as they frown.

“You just had to turn, didn’t you? As if I would let anyone stop me, stupid,” they grumble before their head snaps to you as they fade. “I will find you again, you hear me? I will find you.”

Val

“Häschen,” they breath out, too focused on drinking your features before they fade. They are going to miss you desperately, they know. You are their home, and without you, they are lost. “I will remember you, liebling. ‘til the end of times.”

Rowan

They laugh and it’s a broken laugh, full of grief. 

The ROs Appearances

Archie:

Standing at 5′11″ and muscular due to his training with the Ophiuchus Military, Arcturus could cut an intimidating figure if he so desired. He does not. Rather than intimidating, he exudes a natural warmth that draws people in. A bright white smile contrasts with umber skin and glittering obsidian eyes that look at the world with a kindness few possess. Long black hair is arranged in locs decorated with golden pieces as it falls down his back. Usually, Archie keeps most of his locs on a topknot as it allows him to practice swordsmanship more easily. He usually wears golden hoops and a gold ring on the shape of a snake biting it’s own tail as well as some silver rings Adhy insists he wears everywhere. As a prince, he tends to prefer formal but comfortable wear from different colors, although he does tend to favor warm yellows and oranges on his clothes. 

Adhy:

There is an elegance inherent to Adhara’s every move. She has the body of a dancer, svelte and lithe from countless hours practicing how to dance and use the daggers. Adhy stands at 5′11″ as well, and yet, she moves as if she weighted less than air. Glittering silver make up contrasts with her umber skin, creating an almost ethereal effect. Onyx black eyes watch the world sharply and with great care, taking in any and all detail she deems important. Adhy’s hairstyle changes daily, from twists to braids to Afro blow outs, she determines her hairstyle based on her daily itinerary and the image she wants to present. And yet, she always makes sure to accessory which silver pieces or diadems. Usually, she prefers light dresses colored a pale pastel blue, however, she has been noted to walk around on full royal regalia if she deems it necessary. She has a vast array of jewelry, yet is always seen wearing a silver snake ring eating it’s own tail, a silver locket in which she stores an antidote to most poisons, and an assortment of silver rings that she “accidentally” dips into her drinks at random intervals. 

Vicky:

Often described as having just stepped out of a storybook, there is no other word to describe Victoria than lovely. Standing tall at 5′9″, and taller with the heels she tends to favor. Although not interested in combat, Vicky maintains a regiment created specifically for self-defense and as such is somewhat athletic but not nearly as much as she could be, and she knows this. Tawny skin contrast with eyes the color of Calla Lilies. Jet black hair falls down her back to her waist and she usually lets it flow freely, however, for special occasions she gathers it up on elaborate styles. Vicky’s signature look includes rose red lipstick and a soft pink eyeshadow. Usually, she wears simple pearl earrings, and her outfits vary a great deal. From suits to ballgowns to dresses that flow freely, Victoria enjoys fashion and wishes to try most styles at least once. Still, she always returns to elegant red redresses as well as elaborated suits. 

Carmen

If asked, Carmen would complain about being unnecessarily short, even though she stands at 5′5″ which a fairly average height for a woman in the Ophiuchus Kingdom. All soft curves in a voluptuous body, Carmen is considered on of the most beautiful woman on the kingdom with her golden brown skin and soft hazel eyes. Originally, her hair was a dark brown but. for some yet to be explained reason, she began to use charms to change the color of her hair after certain incident at age 17. Now, her hair color is more akin a galaxy than anything else. Shimmering and changing, her hair now looks like an everchanging galaxy, dazzling the watcher with it’s deep blue and purple colors with shimmering golden decorations that pass off as stars. She usually wears her hair in coils or wears it down, making it seem like a cloudy galaxy floating around her head. Carmen’s jewelry is everchanging, and although she does enjoy wearing flowy and floaty dresses right out a fairy tale, you will find her wearing pants more often than not because she “misses the experience”.

Milo:

There is a certain air of amusement that surrounds Milo once someone says he is surprisingly short and that when looked at from afar he appears taller. At 5′8″, he is well aware his height is average, but instead of finding it an annoyance, he has found being average in height is a blessing for a man in his position. Milo has an athletic body, built by acrobatics and hand-to-hand combat, so although he is not by any means tall, he has quite the presence. Eyes the color of a topaz gemstone shine mischievously against terra cotta brown skin and a wide smile. Little freckles dot his face like stars due his extensive exposure to the sun. His light chestnut brown hair is kept short and messy in an effortless and yet planned look. Milo is not one to wear jewelry often, but he keeps a locket hidden underneath his shirt. What is inside? That is only for him to know. While usually found on a jerkin, and leather jacket and pants, Milo occasionally dresses up as a palace servant to gather information. 

Blake:

Do not ask how tall they are. It will not end up well for you. Years of malnutrition and struggle stunted their growth and Blake (no matter their gender) stands at a whooping 5′2″. Yes, they are bitter about it no matter their gender. And yet, Blake paints an intimidating figure despite their height. Golden eyes shining with power cut through whatever they observe, coldly cutting you down to the quick. Their fawn skin is unnaturally pale, as they spend nearly too much time within the tower. Male Blake keeps his hair to his ears and styles it back and his body is chubby underneath the black robes he has taken on wearing. Nonbinary Blake shares M!Blake’s body type, but has let their hair grow slightly longer, up to their chin. They prefer dark red robes and enjoy putting lipstick. Female Blake is similarly chubby but can also be called curvy. She has allowed her hair to grow down to her shoulders and prefers dark blue cloaks. Like NB!Blake, F!Blake enjoys wearing make up.  

Val:

Val’s skin has been tanned from countless hours under the sun training, contrasting nicely against their red hair. Blue-green eyes draw attention to their face, as they shift depending on the outfit they are wearing creating quite the captivating illusion. Standing at 6′4″, they are built like a mountain no matter their gender. For practicality, Val tends to wear a tunic and pants underneath no matter the gender as it makes it easier for them to put armor on. Their color schemes remain in the green-brown side no matter what, but M!Val prefers the green to draw the color in his eyes, as does NB!Val. F!Val prefers browns as they help emphasize the blue on her eyes. NB!Val shares F!Val’s facial structure and lack of facial hair, which differentiates them from M!Val. All versions of Val have let their hair grow past their shoulders, but they each have different braiding methods for it. F!Val wears their hair up in a faux-hawk braid. NB!Val’s hair is braided into multiple smaller braids that then are pulled back into a ponytail. M!Val wears most of their hair up on a top knot, with two braids pulling the hair back from their temples. (References for their braids are found in their pinterest page).

Rowan:

Archie:

There is no hesitation on his part when it comes to returning the confession. A smile on his face, he wraps his arms around you and rolls you around so that his back is against the mattress and you are lying on his chest. One hand moves to cup your face and peppers your face with enthusiastic kisses. 

“I love you too.”

Adhy:

There is a delighted smile on her lips as she leans down to seal your lips with a searing kiss meant to reciprocate the sentiment. Her hands don’t stop moving as she does so, however, caressing your body with great care as she deepens the kiss with a low hum of pleasure. Once she comes up to breath, she smiles fondly. 

“And I, you, my love.”

Vicky:

The joy shines on her eyes as she looks at you tenderly. One of her hands brushes the slope of your cheek softly as she averts her gaze with uncharacteristic shyness. 

“My rose,” she breathes out as she looks back at you, eyes full of love as her lips brush yours with tenderness. “I love you so much, you have no idea.”

Carmen:

It takes her a second to process the information, but once she does, she snorts softly as she nuzzles your skin. Placing a kiss against your skin, she looks at you beneath lidded eyelids and smirks wickedly as she continues her ministrations. 

“That is wonderful, cariño, because I love you too,” she admits freely, a lightness on her words that always amazes you. “Now be a dear, and show and beg for me, alright?”

Milo:

A whine escapes Milo’s lips as he buries his head on the juncture of your shoulder. You can feel his lips move against the skin of your neck and smile at the soft kisses you feel him pressing against your skin, so at odd with what you two had been doing mere seconds ago. 

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Your Grace,” he whispers softly against your skin, voice low and for your ears only. “You already have my heart, what more do you desire, my love?”

Blake:

It takes Blake a second to process the words, but once they do, they turn their face, partially hiding it with the pillows but still showing enough for you to see the blush tinting their cheeks and spreading down their neck into their chest. You watch, fascinated, as they raise their hand to hide their cheek and glare at you beneath lidded eyelids with hazy golden eyes. 

“You need better timing than that,” they manage to pant out, before biting their lip. “But I guess I love you too.”

Val:

“Liebling,” they whisper fervently as a calloused hand runs down your arm and sends little shivers down your spine. You can feel each callous drag against your skin, and feel a soft sigh building on your chest as Val laces their hand with yours and brings it up to place a devoted kiss upon your knuckles. 

“Your love is a gift, and I wish to show you my gratitude for it.”

Rowan: 

Their face lights up at the words, breaking their concentration as they crash their lips to yours, quickly stealing the breath from your lungs as their hands caress your back. Pulling back, they smile wickedly at you as their hair fans around their face like a halo.