#umbane

@umbane said, " i can't … i can't feel my - "

vicious, vicious, vicious, her lips plush and sweet against the crook of his neck, her teeth just barely grazing the fragile barrier of skin between flesh and bone. she'd paused before taking the plunge, leaving instead a deceptively soft kiss with only the faded imprint of her blood-red rouge to sing the tale of would-be, could-have-been, intent behind. no, eden likes to watch, so she moves off from over his chest, leaning back with both knees still planted firm beside kayn's legs, and gingerly grabs his left arm. her hands are so gentle, a brush of solace dancing along the length of his forearm. all the while, she holds his gaze, her own half-lidded and filled with dusk, the shadows of inky lashes sweeping over the apples of moon-bright cheeks.

there is a certain allure in the hunt, in the effervescent fragrance of her scent — blood oranges, magnolias and camellias, a hint of amber and the barest whisper of damascus rose — lingering in the air, that which mortals cannot find an escape. they are just as drawn to the danger of her kind, the exhilaration of heady, unbridled desire, as she is to the blood in their veins. maybe it's in the otherworldly beauty that carves the delicate features of her face, or that slight, simpering smile with full red lips promising an intoxicating kiss, painstakingly careful to never reveal any teeth. or perhaps there isn't an explanation — not a mortal one, not one made with evidential reason or irrefutable facts — sufficient enough of an answer for why eden caught kayn's gaze, why he felt so compelled to fall into the silk-spun web she'd crafted, why, now, his quickening pulse didn't alert him to the peril he's doomed his soul to.

eden raises his wrist to her lips, her stare still steady, unwavering, unblinking. a rush of delight floods her in the same beat of immediate warmth pouring into her chest as her fangs sink into the vein beneath her lips. she watches hungrily, greedily, as kayn's lips part, as the pure glimmer of pleasure swirls in his eye before the light swiftly begins to dim and fade when his muted consciousness surfaces to the forefront of his mind. she sees the panic leap into his eye, sees the way it twists and warps his features, knowing he can feel the waning strength in his bones, and she grins against his skin. it's tempting, as it always is, to drain him as she's done to so many others, but eden likes the way he tastes, thinks that maybe, maybe, she should let him live.

she pulls herself from kayn's wrist when she feels his pulse beginning to fade, his dull heart beginning to slow to a numbing halt. fangs retract back into her gums, once again looking just as any normal pair of canines would. eden gives the wounded skin a parting kiss, running her tongue over the puncture marks to clean the trickling blood. his blood roars in her chest, a returning warmth that she imagines is like the high every addict yearns for. lowering kayn's arm back into his lap, she reaches up, grasping his face in her hands, and rubs her thumbs softly against his cheeks. " you'll regain the feeling, eventually, " eden murmurs, her rose quartz eyes now as red as a blood moon. a hand lifts, rising to smooth kayn's disheveled hair as she settles comfortably upon his lap. " and we can do this all over again once you do. "

cult classics / accepting / all prompts

@umbane continued from here ・ﾟ✦

It is quite the extravagant sight, to stand in the center of a space-faring empire's throne room. A thought that can barely cross Talon's mind to be appreciated without the bitter aftertaste that this, and all those that this empire rules over, and every other thing in the sphere is in grave, inevitable peril with their arrival.

Although, that seems like it was already the case, with something else foreign to this universe having planted its roots.

The Stargazer's posture straightens, their missing cloak bringing with it an unfamiliar, exposed feeling. Simpler to let the guards confiscate it than explain the decorative ends were not weapons. Their blindfolded gaze returns to the throne, considering this Emperor, now. His arrogance does not let their guard down, but rather reminds them to use their words with care. The sooner they were in his graces, the easier this would be.

"My journey has a prime objective; to assist you, in your ongoing search." Talon shifts their weight forward, intending to step forward. But the polearm weapons of their surrounding guards are quick to block their path and halt their movent as they freeze in place. When they are certain that they were not about to be impaled, the Stargazer attempts to bring their point home.

what if you broke my spirit and molded me into the perfect attack dog, haha unless <:)???

Mind his tongue? The warning makes the corner of Yauso’s lips twitch amused, a breath forced through his nose as he turns his gaze elsewhere. While the prospect had been tantalizing at one point in his journey Yasuo has learned from his own wounds honed by pride, for better or for worse-- that has yet to reveal itself. Maybe he hadn’t been clear with the impudence he held for the Order thoroughly enough the last few times he’s encountered Kayn like this. Nevertheless, he hates repeating himself, especially when he stands firm in his decision. Yasuo shifts his weight, turning his face away from the other man.

“Perhaps ask me another day then,” he replies flippantly, reaching behind him before calloused fingers free the bamboo flask secured to his lower hip. Yasuo still doesn’t necessarily give Kayn the grace of a straight answer, a part of him finding it amusing to see how far he’s willing to chase him to get the answer he’s looking for. The flask touches against his lips before he’s knocking back what little liquor he had saved in it, feeling the liquid burn down his throat with a small sigh of relief. “I’m not feeling any more reasonable than the previous instances. I tend to not fancy myself a coward.”

the first text flying in is all it takes for ahri to feel the immediate punch of guilt cut her clean in her gut. they are fast, they are incoherent and gibberish, and yet, she understands every visceral, intoxicated word. they are vicious fangs sinking down deep into her flesh, injecting her veins with a poison, a sickness so nauseating it makes her feel unclean. she sees the filth on her hands, raw with twisting vines growing from the dirt that cloak the ivy. she can't seem to move her thumbs fast enough as the pit continues to sink deeper in her chest, so cold that it feels disgustingly lukewarm, so hot that she's chilled to the bone.

she hasn't slept all night out of worry, and even spent the last few hours wondering if she shouldn't have sent that last text, after all. ahri knows it's a sensitive time, and tried her best to add some lightheartedness between the threads of worry.

[ from : ahri, 3:55 am. ] wait, kayn, i'm sorry, i don't mean it. i'm just kidding. please home home. i'm not leaving you. i'm not going anywhere. please just come home. i'm worried. i love you. please come home. please.

she sends it and throws her phone back down into her bed.

“Dude I’d be judging you SO hard if I didn’t have questionable kinks myself, y’know?”

remnants of the noxian invasion are a cruel reminder of the coastal village’s past: war banners, supply wagons, lean-to shelters that have long since fallen to the elements. there are few things that manage to evoke sadness within her now, but the abandoned settlement is enough for the assassin to let out a soft sigh in mourning. if she was not here to hunt down the remaining noxians that had been sighted nearby she might have spared a moment to return some semblance of peace to the place.

but she can’t waste any more time. she’s already spent days tracking down the group of soldiers, and the coin she’s been offered isn’t going to be worth it if she wastes any more time.

she approaches quietly, though makes no attempt to hide. something about the eerie quiet of the place unsettles her, the ocean waves her only greeting as she steps inside the threshold of what was once a bustling place of happiness.

she doesn’t take notice of the shadows at first, dismissing them as part of the strange atmosphere. the only tracks she manages to find all lead to a single building, a former meeting hall by the looks of things. upon further inspection she finally notices the shifting shadows that don’t correspond with anything solid in front of her, and she takes a quick glance over her shoulder before she pushes open the door.

what should be a horrific sight only elicits disappointment: the soldiers she’d been chasing certainly had been here, only to die by the hands of something twisted. the state of each body would make any normal person’s stomach churn, but instead it draws her to close in and inspect them. one of them had been here, and recently too by the looks of it. she curses aloud, drawing her kama in case the culprit was still nearby.

"I do not ask you to believe anything."

As if speaking in its own defense, her ohmlatl spun and echoed a riveting melody. With but a gesture of her gloved hand upon the floating orb of ora it held, the weapon quietened.

"I merely state facts, your highness. But I did not come before you to upset or attempt to one-up one as great as you." Qiyana lowered her head and half-bowed, her arm curling toward her stomach and then outward toward him. A gesture of respect in her culture.

"I came to offer my services, should you have any need for them. I have heard mumbles among the stars," and from the dying lips of Demaxian soldiers, "that you seek a templar and the key to the Ora gate."

The electric pinkness of her irises found his visage once more, sporting nothing more than determination and trust in her skills.