#rubistella

"Connor, I can tell when you're staring. What do you want?"

"..."

Anonymous inquired: 💫 Say something nice about a random mun. [From Here]

I’m gonna tag a few of my favorite writers here because you’ve given me a chance to yap!!!

@rubistella sent; "Now, I've seen my fair share of the strange and unholy, but you..." Astarion gestures lazily with a single, pale index. "You strike me as a whole other breed of exotic. Something between a wizard’s mistake and a god’s inside joke if you will..." There's that ominous, ambiguous pause that could have meant anything until- "...I like it." (to prime maybe? c:)

Strange and unholy, Prime's attention was piqued, hung on every word. That pause had him itching for what it all could mean. Only then to receive that short answer. Oh.

Well, isn't he flattered.

"Hey, Vampire one and Vampire two--Polling for results."

oh lord my lil heart. you should feel loved bc you ARE 🥺❤️

@rubistella || cont asked

The little leather harness that Haarlep wore was not the only item of clothing the incubus was in possession of. It was merely what Raphael had requested, almost like when one would put a faithful collar on their pet. Some people went out and purchased special, little gifts for their pets, and Raphael certainly did when he felt the need. Haarlep could also encourage his little brat to buy him something exquisite and expensive if he promised to make it look dashing enough for the cambion--which was always. Haarlep could make an old, half moth-eaten potato sack look attractive if he oozed enough pheromones and spittle into the air.

It was all about presentation and confidence, anyway. And did boy did the incubus have an overflowing chalice of that.

A creature after his own little wicked heart, Astarion was. Enough fun, enough wit, and enough carnage and thrill to kill. Ahh yes... Haarlep could come to enjoy the little vampire's company if he remained in contact with Raphael.

Haarlep chuckled, his tail flicking back and forth like a cat that had their eye on a toy. Finally, the fiend pushed themselves off the plush and luxurious bed that smelled of him and Raphael, and their many shared mornings, evenings and nights. The scent of cherries and pepper, and palmarosa, mixed with sweat, tears, blood and semen (if one had heightened enough senses, that was).

"My dear, you speak to an incubus. I am the embodiment of beauty and lust. These garments are but a small portion of what I have beneath my fingertips," he explained. "Raphael does like to see all of himself, after all. You should know that by now, little vampling."

His claws trailed down the railing as he stepped closer, idly tapping before he drew them back, admiring the view from Astarion. He was a pretty little thing. Lithe, easy to bend...

Haarlep's wings shifted as he rolled his shoulders, taking in the scent of the other man, his eyes closing. "Consider yourself amongst the other scents I have stored away and will forever remember." Like a predator that had caught the scent of their helpless prey and would track it for a day, or three, or in Haarlep's case, for an eternity.

“Haarlep, my love~” Raphael sang out cheerfully, calling for the boudoir's resident. “Look what I’ve brought you. A new toy.” He gave the chain a theatrical tug, forcing Astarion to stumble forward into the light, the jeweled collar around his pale throat sparkling in mockery of his predicament. His collar read: "Bloodthirsty, Handle with Care"

“Isn’t he exquisite?” With a flourish, Raphael let the chain drop. His smile was razor-sharp as he stepped back, spreading his arms as though to present his gift in full. “Do take care to enjoy him, dearest, and treat him well. I’d hate for this particular treasure to go unappreciated.” // HAHAH @rubistella sorry pookie ♥ 👁️👅👁️

Gifts for Haarlep || always accepting

The scent of flesh and blood was the first thing that came to Haarlep's senses. Even before Raphael had entered, the incubus could hear those footsteps walking the grand hallway, the scent of cherries, pepper and sulphur wafting through the boudoir. But beneath that was something far more interesting.

On the bed, lounging (as always), the creature perked up, shoulders back and tail swaying happily. Oh, but Raphael shouldn't have! Such a delicious looking treat, brought to him on a pretty chain and in a pretty collar. Almost as pretty as the elf. Almost. Gems enticed the creature, but nothing was as beautiful as the feeling of flesh at his fingertips, beneath his claws and within his very maw.

Sitting up, Haarlep's eyes glowed a little brighter with his excitement. "A gift? For me?" he asked, voice breathy and teasing as he pushed himself up from the bed to examine his little present. What a delightful treat for the evening. But it begged the question...

"What did poor Astarion do to deserve your wrath, my sweet? Did he insult your little devil?" he asked with a wicked grin against his lips as he reached out to touch Astarion's cheek.

"I can make that little devil become a big one." His other hand touched Raphael's cheek, delighted at the sight of both of them. Perhaps they could both be his present.

Down went his hand from the vampire's cheek to the collar that sat snugly around his throat, and he gave it a tug, tail grabbing the chains that Raphael had dropped.

"Ahhh, to delight in you both... Now wouldn't that be the ultimate gift. I dare say we would put on a show." The hand that was on Raphael's cheek lowered and drew down his buttons, claws grazing them.