#tenteacles

@tenteacles​​ said:  💞finally nyooms in with this 8^))))  ||  accepting

Sometimes she wants to ask how he’s managing, what his life is like from where he is. But she always knows the answer, it’s always covered in vagueness for the sake of protecting her. At first, she can’t help but feel frustrated; having been a matriarch for decades, she has obtained a particular sense of obligation to know about her loved ones---& that includes him, too. However, she also learns that she needs to respect his boundaries for both of their safety. For whatever he wants to disclose, he will, & she trusts him wholeheartedly. & so, as he appears right before her, instead of inquiring what he’s been doing, she proceeds to hug him. “  Bienvenido.  ”

“  Shhh....está bien. I’m alright.  ” Skeletal hands placed around his cheeks, there is a need to tiptoe in order to reach them. Such rage is contained within him, she could feel how tense his body was. But soft coos always seems to work for him, & every calm word spoken to him inches him closer to serenity. He’s troubled by a slight mishap she’s encountered, & although it truly is a pain to deal with, it’s nothing new. She has experience, she has encountered worse in her lifetime. He doesn’t understand it, though, & he’s blinded by rage. While no one in the right mind would go through hellfire, she does---because she needs to. A few more strokes made around his distraught face, he eventually simmers down & retracts his tentacles, leaving nothing but a frown on his face. “  There we go,  ” she says softly, a subtle smile accompanying it, “  ese es mi muchacho.  ”

It’s no secret that she’s stressed, & she begins to overthink. He mentions a duel, & she doesn’t understand why, but she expects the worst. Not that she underestimates his abilities---no, never. Yet, she’s concerned, because it’s a natural feeling to receive when someone whom she calls her hijo is in a state of threat. No amount of begging wills top him, she knows that by heart, but she wishes it was enough. Distress filling her heart, she lets out a defeated sigh, unable to shake away her emotions. The matriarch stares at him longingly, before she tries to focus back on her work for distraction. “  Don’t get yourself killed. I won’t forgive you if you even think for a second I’m fine with this.  ” His honesty, at least, is appreciated.

Blood stains are on his shirt, & without hesitation, she asks him to take it off. “  Ay, ¿again?  ” It’s disturbing how an unnerving sight like this is normal to her now, & instead of panicking, she reacts to it as if it’s only spilled tomato juice. “  ¿Another poor soul?  ” His victims vary, & although she never asks for details, she only wants to know whether the blood belongs to him or not. “  I wish you were cleaner at doing your job.  ” She knows it’s not possible, but it never hurts to try to reinforce it on him. It’s all she asks from him, especially when he comes to visit her.

@tenteacles || okay but aary missed you whether he acts like it or not

    Experimentally, the fractured star is weaving his fingers in indistinct patterns while he walks: a CURIOSITY yet to be quenched to what sources his admittedly FEEBLER state can connect. So little a mind does he pay the demon seated nearby, as if merely comfortable with his very presence in the same vicinity to not so desperately need touch—at this precise moment. Peace of mind, he simply FEELS the other’s essence permeating their surroundings, and so it is without looking at him that he paces. Back and forth. Not restless, but LANGUID and smooth as hands work in the EMPTY air. He’s careful of the DAMAGE, naught more than a few SPLUTTERING sparks prancing around his speckled flesh, or a small flame no bigger than that on a candle—FOCUSED, he does not notice the familiar ichor cutting into his peripheral like a slash of SHADOW through light.

    Until it wraps secure around his waist, startles him out of a stupor, and ushers in full AWARENESS by the time he’s placed so pretty in Rire’s lap.

    Aaravos blinks at him, long and PATHETIC while a countenance rather the opposite is his combatant: those penetrating golden eyes nestled over the rim of DARK glasses, an arrogant smirk dancing along the lip of a typical TEA cup in one hand. His own brows twitch into a barely discernible FURROW, but perhaps, as he’s long known by now, he cannot help his own smile at the other’s ANTICS.

     Skals made a very distinctive sound that Jonathan had grown rather used to hearing as the days passed. Something close to screaming and retching at the same time, the sound echoing off the walls of the alleyways he would pass. It was...different this time. It sounded like a struggle. His first thought was that he was going to come across some men from the Guard of Priwen—it always gave him pause about intervening, considering they could kill each other and be done with it. However, witnessing the fight between this stranger and the small group of Skals was enough cause for him to observe, the black mist settling about him as he appeared on a decrepit balcony.

     It didn't take long for him to conclude that whoever this stranger was, he wasn't human, considering he was using an ability that reminded him of one of his own. It didn't appear to be blood he was using, however. What was he? Ekon? Regardless, his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed a Skal moving below where he was standing. Well, given the situation, the logic of hiding his true nature wouldn't make any sense. Their foes didn't appear to be too strong, either. So, he shot a hand out toward the advancing Skal, thick tendrils of blood stabbing into him, a yell escaping his foe as Jonathan appeared to blink to his side, dispatching the creature with a quick swing of his weapon.

     The expression on his face was impassive, but held a definite hint of confusion as he turned his head to look over the stranger somewhat. He kept his weapon at his side, not approaching him any further, but it appeared there were no more Skal in the area.

He nearly stumbled over his own feet the moment he was pulled from their straightforward path. But, Rire’s sudden actions weren’t so much a surprise at this point. Dragging him to a secluded spot, hidden from view – it had happened more than once during their outings, and each time was all the more thrilling than the last. They could be caught at any time, and yet, Jacob felt safe in his presence. In his arms that would hold him tight.

The rush was far too addictive.

Helplessly melting from the feel on those lips on his right then, Jacob hungrily kissed him in return without a second’s hesitation. He would sigh with eyes closed as hands found themselves upon Rire’s chest, fingers curling into a grip on his vest. Tugging him down just a bit more, just a bit closer. But he knew this couldn’t last long, couldn’t allow himself to be this eager for the man’s attention. What he was given now would have to be cherished.

So willing he would allow his tongue to wander, prompting Jacob to give a muffled groan. How he wished they were truly alone for another time, free to do just as the wished without current restraints… He could laugh. Just from a kiss, and he was already like this.

Gaze half-lidded, catching his breath in short, quiet pants, he would appear dazed the moment Rire so decided to draw back from him. As desperate as he was to reach forth, drag his body near once again – He simply couldn’t. With their prior engagement already agreed upon, spontaneous acts had to stay just that. Rire did have the habit of teasing him, giving him just enough for him to crave more, have him nearly begging… Never would he fail either.

“Ah, hm,” Clearing his throat then in an attempt to regain composure, he reached a leather thumb to his lips, quick to wipe what evidence remained of their heated kissing. Though he lingered in thought for a moment longer, a playful little grin soon made itself known. 

sweetness & lightning quotes  ||  accepting

❁ ❁  She could feel it in her bones that she was slowly becoming forgotten. It wasn’t a drastic change, but everyday something felt off. Her wrist would feel looser than before, she would have a harder time getting up…it was awful. No one was aware of her conditions, she didn’t want to tell anyone yet. Just like when death approached her when she was alive, she kept it to herself. Only when it would become evident that she would tell them, but for now no one needed to know.

Alas, there was on person in mind that would have caught on regardless of how hard she tried to hide it, & she hated how perceptive he could be at times.

He was visiting her more frequently than ever, as though he could sense the tingling in her bones. As usual she greeted him while she was working on a pair of boots, & once he informed her that he came to check on her, she told him off.

“  I’m fine, you don’t have to check up on me for anything.  ” Rolling her eyes, she continued to work until she felt the tip of her fingers shake. There she paused for a bit, & without looking at him she rose from her seat.

The Greatest Showman Prompts  ||  accepting

❁ ❁  In a frightening moment, she woke up from her bed, breathing heavily & frantically as she stared ahead. Just a dream, just a dream--that was it. A foolish nightmare to throw her off, it wasn’t going to harm her. Alas, she couldn’t stop thinking about it...a fragment of her memory twisted into something else entirely.

She needed some air, she couldn’t go back to sleep. She needed water to calm herself down.

Heading into the kitchen area, she pulled out a cup from a cupboard to prepare herself a drink--but stopped the moment she heard a noise from behind. Quickly turning around, she saw a shadowy figure from a close distance. It was when the figure approached her first that she soon realized it was a familiar face, & letting out a sigh of relief, she was quick to scold him.

“  Don’t frighten me like that--I almost threw this cup at you.  ” Putting the cup aside, she leaned against the kitchen counter, violet eyes still focused on him. “  ¿What are you doing here at this hour?  ”

A night visit, nothing unusual about that. He then asked her what she was doing awake at this hour, as it was very peculiar of her to be still up.

“  I just...woke up from a dream.  ” Specifics were asked, even offering to listen to it.

“  I’m fine.  ” He remained stoic, still--unconvinced. He wasn’t going to leave, was he? Not like she was going to back to sleep anytime soon.