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There’s so much going on in the trailer tbh I don’t know what to focus on first

that is by far the biggest mood. my brain goblins are running around like

Emet Selch is often a man of contradictions.

Even you, his obvious favorite as the Scions call you, are not safe from his dry wit and backhanded insults. At first it had infuriated you to no end, truly feeling as if he did think so little of you. That you were so far beneath him, despite being the closest to whole out of anyone.

And it was only after tears were shed did you come to understand.

You had finally had enough, yelling and screaming through the pain of your heart, your frustrations built up to a point where it could no longer be contained. He had stood there, aloof as always, only driving your anger higher, your sadness deeper. Only after you had expelled all your energy and prepared to spirit yourself away did he speak.

“You have always been emotional.” he had said, somehow blocking you from entering the aether to get away from him. Not that it would’ve mattered, with his abilities. 

“You’re so fucking rude,” you bite out, unable to finish your sentence as he’s spirited you away to a field of flowers, reaching up to your hips. The scent is calming, but you are still confused as he moves toward you.

“It has been eons, before I have had to deal with…emotions.” he admits, reaching out to bring you into his arms. You don’t feel like you can resist, a little too shocked that he had reached out to you, that someone as callous as him could hold you so gently. “The years have made me numb, insensitive.” He slowly moves you sit on the ground, his gloved hands running through your hair. Taking a hand, he brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin. “Do not cry. I am loathe to bear the thought of being the sole being capable of making the Warrior of Light sob like a child.”

The insult stings, but not as much when he lets you rest your weight on him, when he places another kiss on your fingers. At your first sniffle a hankerchief is conjured from thin air, the material soft like silk as you take it from him. Calming you realize that while his words might be barbed, that he is a man of action, which is the only way he feels he can show that he cares.

I do actually!! I remember the request you sent in way back when for Connor! :D

Sitting on Zenos’s face is by no means a submissive act for him. If anything it something he allows you, even if he must coax you there himself. To see you grip the headboard, the sheets, the wall, so tightly you just might crush it with your super natural strength as he laps at your core.

His hands know no shame as they grab whatever he likes at that point in time, either kneading your thighs or molding your plush backside in skilled hands. His eyes never leave your face, wanting to see just how much he is making you fall apart. In some ways it is a challenge for him, to see his enemy in such a state, so vulnerable, so filled with pleasure purely of his making. Knowing what it’s like to have those eyes trained on him to kill, to maim, and seeing them trained on his blue ones with such reverence as his name is a mantra on your lips.

the worst(best?) part is that would 100% happen. no questions asked

i fuckin lose it at how he doesn’t do his fuckin slow walk like usual he deadass takes off after you asdkjanskdjanlkjdalk

every time you post these E-M drabbles my crops are watered and my skin clears. thank you