#elenaes

❝ kiss me again. ❞

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑, but it was something she couldn’t put an exact name too. jennifer had known girls like elena & even considers herself best friends with one—however, in her mind, needy was different. needy was an exception to the types of people jennifer would rather surround herself with. then again, as not to lie to herself, being friends with someone who others might’ve considered an “ugly duckling” would elevate herself by comparison. none of the mattered, she’d just as easily kill someone for saying there about her friend. hands place themselves against hips, eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to place her feelings. ❛ elena, ❜ starts out the woman, crossing her arms & tilting her head to the side. typical mean girl fashion. ❛ do you ever get tired of being so self righteous ? you know . . how everything ends up being allllll about you & no one else. ❜ brow arches. ❛ what’s so special about you, anyways ? ❜

he   admires   a   good   technique,   when   done   properly.   training   had   always   been   part   of   their   culture,   back   when   he   was   human   and   the   heaviness   of   his   heart   was   felt   in   every   part   of   his   body.   he   would   train   with   swords   and   archery   and   it   had   always   been   done   in   fun   deals   when   father   wasn't   around.   he   had   forgotten   the   thrill   of   a   good   training   session,   the   pretense   of   danger   being   nothing   but   a   playful   game.   he   is   overly   aware   of   everything   about   her;   her   scent,   that   enigma   of   a   persona   that   carries   around   her,   the   sweat   dripping   down   her   forehead,   and   the   beat   of   her   heart.

  he   lands   on   her   with   rather   ease,   predatory   gaze   turns   to   watch   her   closely,   taking   in   again   on   her   scent,   nose   tracing   one   line   over   her   collarbone   before   he   finally   raises   his   head,   that   wicked   grin   of   his   spread   on   red   lips   at   her   jest.   "I   can   assure   you,   sweetheart,   I   could   be   much   heavier.   crushing   you   would   never   be   an   issue,   if   that's   what   you   wish   for."   raise   of   eyebrows   at   the   implications,   the   hybrid   remains   where   he   is,   looming.   "not   that   it   would   matter."

prompt, accepting / @shdwtouch

🌼 a blog with beautiful writing

i love love love reading @palespawn's writing. we haven't actually interacted ic much, but their grasp on astarion is so good & their writing is just *chefs kiss* mwah mwah !!

🍄 a blog with incredible graphics

kiki ( @klaeus / @elenaes ) always has stunning graphics ( which you can commission for your own blog through their comm blog @mermakes ) & is just a really nice person in general as well.

🌲 a blog with thought-provoking headcanons

A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME  bc  who  needs  soft  kisses  when  you  can  have  This   !

↳ @elenaes : 💔

[ roll : 17 . a kiss to give up control . ]

somewhere in her bones , beneath the soft of her paper flesh , he thinks something in her knows . knows like a deer knows when to bolt , that fear should be scaling up her throat , filling her mouth with terror and bile and dread at the thought of being alone with him . alone . with him . nobody else to hear them . he can always hear her heart rabbiting , trotting , its incessant rhythm satisfies him , fuels him , feeds his hungry ego ; but she still stay , doesn't she ? what is she seeking ? instead of cowering , she's here , and she sees the dagger in his hand , and he knows how swiftly it can cut through flesh . she has seen it . she tasted the blood as it splashed across her face , but here she is .

❝ you don't have to be so careful with me , elena . ❞ the drow insists , sensing her palpable hesitation thicken the air , and as he does , he seems to move with the gait of an apex predator - hunting , always on the prowl . hunting . the air , the shadows touch her cheek , caressing her , as if moved by his whim , and the pointed edge of his dagger follows along in shallow descent , light , careful not to injure her , relishing on the rush that is ; feeling a heart pulsating against the cold metal of his blade . ❝ ... are you scared of me ? ❞ he pauses , leaning in , the touch of biting metal fading , replaced with the cloying-sweetness of his lips instead , briefly clinging to her skin . ❝ don't be . i won't hurt you . ❞ he reassures , a purr to the back of his throat as his hand slides down her arm , wrapping the dagger around dainty palm , closing her fingers around it , insisting on it - only then does he pull back slightly , peering up at her through the heavy-lidded veil of his lashes . ❝ see ? just ask , ❞ he tells her , brushing his lips over the bump her shoulder . ❝ tell me . command me . i can be gentle , if you want me to . ❞

a spark catches in their eyes, lively and bright and eager. “okay like nowww you’re talkin’!” straw blonde curls bounce as she pushes away from the counter, leaving a half eaten poptart behind. no question of what kind of fun, where the fun is, definitely no considering how much fun elena has in mind. as long as it’s with her gen would do anything from skydive to play minesweeper. on hard mode.

“you drivin or am i?” they’re already reaching for their bag on the table, throwing the strap over her shoulder, digging for a hair tie. “cause like i don’t mind, only like, if i drive i pick the music. i’ve got a playlist i think you’ll like, totally love.” if said playlist had been made with elena in mind, gen isn’t telling. at least not until there’s confirmation that she likes it.