#veyled

                         "Oh my! Please-- ... please d-don't tell me you were watching me all night sleeping ..."

The smile only lasts a moment, though, quickly twisting into a bitter frown at his remark. Jealousy doesn’t become you, Selene. The preposterous insinuation that the ancient goddess would have anything to envy about the human girl sends flames soaring through her, her own simmering rage stepping out to rival Vladimir’s. Even the thought that he may think such a thing, dismiss her concern in such a way, sends an uncomfortable sorrow twisting through her insides which forms into more fuel for the inferno blazing in her eyes. It soars through her arm which lifts up in one swift movement to send a slap across his cheek. The force is nothing to how rough they have been with one another even in enjoyable moments, but enough to make her anger known, accompanied by a hissed rebuttal to his insult “And naivety doesn’t become you!”

@veyled​​​​ asked :     ​ “I like the view” / from tristan.

Gabriella felt as though she had to physically force herself out of the shower. It had been the perfect way to end a cold and rainy day (not that she disliked such weather). The hot water felt amazing against Gabriella’s bare skin, triggering goosebumps and shivers as it raced down her body that it had her almost wanting to stay inside of the shower forever. Of course, such a thing wasn’t possible as much Gabriella desired it, and so she forced herself to turn the taps off, squeezing off excess water from her long matted hair before finally stepping out.

Oh, it was most certainly fresh! Gabriella’s small frame shivered as she quickly grabbed a towel off the rack, wrapping it around her body. She made her way over to her dressing table where her phone resided to check if she had any messages. Just as she'd suspected there hadn’t been any new texts from any of her family: they were still busy hunting (and would be for the rest of the night).

She proceeded to gather her undergarments and pj's from her drawers, throwing them all carelessly onto the bed before allowing the towel to fall off her naked body: using it to dry herself with. She took her time, after all there was no need to rush. It was still slightly fresh in her room compared to the bathroom but her body was getting accustomed to the air now. She hummed softly under her breath, completely oblivious to the presence walking towards her room (let alone was in the house at all) … until her bedroom opened up and a familiar voice filled the air.

           "Just leave me alone, Ana. I'm in no mood right now to deal with you and your wicked ways."

@veyled​​ asked :     © but also gabby's already a canon muse and no one can tell me different 🤷🏻‍♀️

i can’t find the meme but basically send “ © “ if you think my oc should be canon

@veyled​ said: ❝ it’s all lies. just a poetic invention to make the story prettier and more touching. ❞ / from marcus to chelsea 👀👀👀

The cutting edge in his tone slice through her, throat suddenly constricting. He never spoke to her that way. Her phone is buzzing wildly in her back pocket and she wonders if it has something to do with the shift in his affection. Chelsea feels the familiar sensation of his loyalties tugging, but this time it is not simply against the coven; he is pulling away from her too. Not just pulling, ripping. Centuries of love and loyalty between them, the one tie with him she has never had to force but simply loved to hold, tenderly, comforted by the sensation like a silk ribbon, is suddenly slipping between her fingers. The invisible rope-burn stings her heart as she simply lets it, too overcome with shock and dread to resist as she realises what this may be about.

@veyled​;  ❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do 

the tension was almost too much to bare. the fierceness held within her eyes was mixed with lust as she gripped the sides of his face. kiss him, yennefer. just do it. don’t be such a coward. mere moments before, they had been locked in a yelling match. it had ended with him gripping her by the shoulders and pulling her toward him. her heart had skipped a beat and her eyes had dropped to his lips - the urge to press hers to his nearly overwhelming.

leaning forward to do just that, fingers curling within his hair, a sudden clearing of ones throat wrenched her out of her lust fueled thoughts. her attention was drawn to the bard two stood awkwardly to her right, and instantly thoughts of murder ran through her mind. almost just as immediately, she dropped her hands from his face and shook his grip off, stepping back and inhaling deeply to get a grip on herself.

@veyled​;  ❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

it was a night where the two of them and jaskier, unfortunately were able to enjoy the atmosphere of a local tavern. luckily, rather than pestering the two of them, jaskier was actually preforming. which gave yen and julian some time alone. the first time they’d had in quite a few days. 

after a few drinks, she had her eyes closed and she was swaying lightly to the dulcet tones echoing through the small tavern. when julian rose, yens eyes opened and she looked aback when he offered his hand. brow furrowing, she took it and allowed herself to be pulled up onto her feet and out to the middle of the floor. when a hand met her waist and his other lifted hers, a light clicked on in her brain and she laid her other hand gently against his shoulder. it had been a while since she had danced.