@hellsholyground​ ASKED:  [ from human!dom 🥺 ]  come here often?

     ❝ No. ❞ a curt and no nonsense response. Clark wasn’t exactly the type to react well to such lines. Whether intentional or not, he tended to turn such situations very awkward very quickly. 

"Darling, would you like to go dancing sometime?” Kharon hums the question, mixing a little raw honey into his tea. “I’m not very good... but it might be a fun night out.” Bright eyes move from his cup to the other, softening as they fall on him.

*   @hellsholyground​   ||   nose wrinkles with familiarity,  a scent she has not experienced since coming to these lands but one she simply could never forget.  it seems she’s forgotten what she’d been doing in favor of granting her new visitor her full and undivided attention.  placing basket down ‘neath tree she was gathering apples from  -  amethyst eyes akin to night sky with all of their twinkling wonder;  they lock on him in an instant.

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@hellsholyground​ asked: 2)  sender tenderly places several kisses on receiver’s belly.

as typical with the demon, aether had been strung out and laid outside to dry, his whole entire body pleasantly achy, skin flushed from their vigorous activities. he was on the verge of falling asleep, honey golden eyes beginning to go half lidded when he felt his lover move, gentle kisses starting from the base of his neck then moving down, down until they reached his stomach. 

he shivers and lets out a quiet whine, hands curling in dom’s short black hair as the demon presses soft kisses to his belly, the gesture making belated heat pool in his pit. “mm.. i can’t go again,” aether complains, gently tugging at his lover’s locks. 

Noe glanced between the books scattered around and the marks on the floor. If he combined two of these circles and these symbols from this text and the lettering from this old tome.... maybe that would yield positive results. They had to do something right?

His search for a cure to the Blue moon mark had been fruitless, finally trying to go through the library his teacher kept. The problem was he couldn’t read half of the books, but the symbols looked promising... at least so he thought.