#mortaloved

Send me 😍 if you find Ondolemar attractive   [ kinda accepting but mostly not posted I’m just curious to know who does and doesn’t but I couldn’t resist this one ] 

Touch my Muse in the gentlest way possible.

Not Accepting!

                                    ▌ 𝐒   𝐈   𝐋   𝐀   𝐒   ▌                        

╟ ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ◤𝓛𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝓛𝖔𝖘𝖙  ◢ ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ╢

Love.

     A prominent and.. universal goal of near all living creatures on Nirn.. or so he liked to believe. Not all Love was romantic of course.. familial and friendship-related affections were just as valid. To strive for the care of another, to be filled with so much joy at the mere sight of them, not necessarily obsession but.. to maintain a strong bond that would leave to DESPAIR if existing without them..

     Mara was Love. All of the motherly kisses that caused a child’s tears to disappear. All of the comforting murmurs of tales before bedtime. All of the maternal kindness and warmth that all mortals secretly craved. Silas had never experienced such behaviors from his own mother.. 

     With the contact of silken skin against his own flawless flesh, thumbs gently running over the apples of his cheeks- it made the Wizard truly realize how.. STARVED.. how deprived of love he had been. As a rather paternal mer himself, he rarely recalled his own need for support.

❝  …❞

     At first, he experienced SHOCK, almost jerking away from the abrupt invasion of his personal space. However, Mara was adamant, stepping forward to chase. The Elf’s mouth partially fell open, blinking once in surprise, requiring a few moments to process the gesture. Eventually, his posture relaxed, along with the muscles in his face- causing faint wrinkles of exhaustion to become more defined. Eye lids fluttered shut as one of his own hands drew up, gently clasping one of the diety’s and holding it there, lacing his fingers with her own.

He was so   t  i   r   e    d    .   .

     Arms are held loosely behind his back, and a step is taken forward; whether it was in a threatening manner or not was difficult to ascertain.

     ❝ I presume you’ve come to bother me for a reason, ❞ he states, tone cold. ❝ I am a very busy man. If you take up too much of my time, I may have to forcefully remove you from the premises. ❞

“You are one of nine?” Such a small number seemed strange to the Deep Black Pokemon. Oh, he was one of three, true, brother to Reshiram and Kyurem, but so too was he one of nine, forty-seven, eight hundred and two. Arceus had been liberal in crafting the gods; skimping neither on who controlled which element or facet nor on how many roamed the planet. Zekrom frowned. How cruel it seemed to have so few in one’s pantheon. 

“Do you not find it lonely?”

NSFW Headcanons [ accepting ] 

Favourite place to get kisses