nocturnae  asked :                              ▼ ( from kallisto uwu )

                  𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙   𝖙𝖔   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖕𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘   𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉   𝖎𝖓   𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉,   𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙   𝖙𝖔   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙   𝖎𝖓   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖌𝖔𝖉   𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗   𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉   𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊   𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙   𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘   𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖉   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗   𝖍𝖎𝖒.  it  was  with  surprise  that  he  felt  kallisto  sit  on  his  lap  and  only  then  did  hades  raised  his  eyes  to  find  hers  and  a  smile  danced  on  his  lips.            ❝   you  are  up  earlier  today                  ❞            slowly  the  papers  where  forgotten  over  the  table  and  his  arms  where  quickly  wrapped  around  her  waist  when  he  pulled  her  near  him.             ❝   missed  me  in  bed ?   ❞             teasing  where  those  words  but  not  as  teasing  as  the  soft  kiss  that  was  placed  on  her  shoulder.  slowly  his  fingers  caress  the  skin  of  her  back.             ❝   are  you  hungry ?   ❞

sabrina vc in the bg: i will just wait till you asleep

causeitsmyboat replied to your post

FOR SCIENCE

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ornstein vc: how rude! you kill the dragon first, THEN you take its blood

@nocturnae : ❝ Choose your words before you speak. ❞ ( Francesca @ maxima or the priestess? ) from KALEO, A / B album ( selectively accepting )

The scarred skin curls and her lips turn from the thin tight lines that they were usually kept, choosing instead to become a snarl.

The longer she spent in this world, the more she knew to hate it; how unfair it seemed that the endless white would have chosen her home than this. The elves seemed unable to deal with the vermin and they seemed to have consumed the foundations of it to the point that it was unsalvageable. The Aen Elle woman did not wear the armour of the wild hunt, choosing instead to pick up the rags that the Aen Seidhe had been forced into. In order to seek and be successful in the mission that they had all submitted to, one must swallow one’s pride for that was what the elves in these lands had been forced to do.

Still she felt her tongue, heavy and dead and swollen in her throat; its edges so sharp that they cut the inside of her neck.

Choose your words before you speak. The woman’s dark eyes look deeply into the one’s of the one that most elves called the salvation for the non-humans, a beacon of hope for a city where they all could be seen as equals. She still stared her down. Those that did not see her as such, spoke about the betrayal and the ease with which she seemed to deal with dh’oine and how easily she would sell them all out to reach what she wanted.

   “Duly noted, duchess.” the words slip past her lips through serrated teeth; she barely moves though the tension grows in her jaw. Words chosen, the silence falls; duchess because that was the title that was bestowed upon her, was it not? After being given land by her dh’oine benefactor?