Oct 30, 2025
@violentnatured
Neoma met his eyes unflinchingly. "You're glowering again."
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@violentnatured
Neoma met his eyes unflinchingly. "You're glowering again."
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| | | ⧼ ⛥ ⧽ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄 ‚ \ @violentnatured : " TRACE OF TOUCH " — morning after meme !ㅤ
#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ she wasn't someone, who woke up early. not really. she was someone who'd rather wake up when the world was already awake and busy. and she also wasn't one to remain still when she woke either, yet here she was, still laid in bed over an hour after she'd woken up. simply relishing in the quiet and light contentment she felt. sure her mind was churning, as she goes over the thoughts of the night before. her mind vividly replayed the details of what had transpired and led to where she was now. stretched out beside chris. his large muscular arm wrapped around her. grip tight upon her hip as though he subconsciously knew she'd slip away. but honestly, right now she was comfortable where she was. even when she felt him slowly waking up. which she figured was partially her fault. [ she was tracing random patterns onto his back after all. ]
❛ mornin' ... ❜ she utters softly: the awkwardness now seeping in the more the morning took hold of them both. the awkward morning after routine, beginning to clog her throat. as her mind wandered even further down the dark path it had earlier. wondering if he regretted it. wondering if he wished the previous night had never happened. given it wasn't like either of them could truly blame alcohol, their systems didn't let it linger for long. thus they'd done this of their own free will. she had for sure. ❛ sorry for waking you .... ❜ her words offered as an apology, and yet tattooed fingers continue tracing patterns. each one spelling out something, what the something was she didn't know. but still she presses it into his skin. [ whilst battling the mental demons that were raging within. ] ❛ you know last night is the first time i truly slept. well when someone finally let me sleep !! ❜
"Don’t look around. Don’t change your expression. Just listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you." / @violentnatured
gemma is good at being an old lady , and the number one skill was DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD. so her expression doesn't change , she maintains the light , joyful smile that she was wearing in the conversation just prior. that means someone may be watching. that she's not safe. she doesn't let her body language change , just holds onto the phone a little tight and moves her purse up to her elbow.
❝ 'course , darlin'. ❞ she says in a light voice, but her mind is racing. the club has a lot of enemies. and she didn't bring any more protection than the gun in her purse. ❝ what is it ? ❞
| | | ⧼ ⛥ ⧽ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄 ‚ \ @violentnatured : [ fever ] sender presses the back of their hand to receiver’s forehead, brows knitting with quiet concern — taking care of you prompts !ㅤ
#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ she doesn't get sick, that was a proven fact. her half demonic nature preventing her from even getting a common cold. always keeping her in peak condition even without food or water. but that morning, it was like her body forgot that little detail, and she woke up feeling completely out of sorts. more then she usually was. at first she'd shrugged it off, as just one of those days. but after stripping from her clothes and redressing over six times. and feeling like someone had quite literally turned a tap on, with how much she was sweating. she knew it was something else. but what she wasn't sure about. and despite wanting to fight through on her own, the weaker she got, the more she felt like her whole body was collapsing under her. she knew she couldn't. hence the soft, almost choked way she called chris' name. surprised he even heard her, given how soft it was spoken. [ but she should have known he'd always answer her. ]
❛ i don't know what's wrong !! ❜ she offers softly: as his hand presses to her overheated forehead. where she knows the tanned flesh is covered in a sheen of sweat. probably due to the fact he was bundled in the thickest blanket she could find. but she knew if she dropped it, she'd once more be shivering, the cold something she could feel right down to her bones. ❛ i don't get sick. well at least m'not supposed too !! ❜ god the weight of those words settled heavy in her chest. as what the fuck could be wrong, that her own body wasn't healing it. what could have her so weak, so riddled with a fever. [ in all honesty she was scared to even know the answer.. ]
| | | ⧼ ⛥ ⧽ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄 ‚ \ @violentnatured : always accepting tbh — incorrect quotes !ㅤ ( feat : chris !! )ㅤ
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#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ if she was asked, she'd say he caused this himself. the way she was feeling, the way she couldn't stop watching him. even when she was supposed to be drawing to clear her mind. it was all his fault, or at least that's what she was going to blame it on. as honestly what the fuck was she supposed to do, when he was currently working on repairing a part of the house, and all she could see was the way his muscles were bulging, the light sheen of sweat gathering upon his skin. and it created a combination, that had her brain short circuiting. her mouth growing dry as she sits curled in the chair she'd sat in earlier, simply staring. the pencil in her hand was forgotten, as she instead enjoyed the show before her. [ an oh lord was she thankful for photographic memory, so she could relive this later. ] soon though the need becomes too much, her hands craving to trace his skin, her nails itching to bury themselves into his back and leave marks that were all her own. and it has her shifting, walking closer to where he was. closer to what she wanted.
she knew she wasn't being subtle, with how she looked at him. her eyes showing the want and need like neon lights. nor was she subtle with the fact that his shirt, fastened by only two buttons, was the only thing upon her slight frame. she knew if she moved just right, her chest would be exposed. which was a weapon, she'd use if needed. to have him leave what he was doing, and cure the fire he'd started in her. but if his words were anything to go by, that wouldn't be needed. ❛ and what do i do to you, Ástin mín !! ❜ her voice husky with desire, but also the un-caged love she was yet to truly name. yet to allow herself to feel and express, but oh it was there, burning stronger than the hottest fires in hell. crossing tattooed arms across her chest, pulling the fabric of the shirt taut with the motion, she casually leans against the doorway. letting faux innocence spread over her features. ❛ i just came to see how the repairs were going .... ❜ she retorts. as though that was her only intention. but oh they both knew better. [ and she didn't have a single regret over that. ]
| | | ⧼ ⛥ ⧽ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄 ‚ \ @violentnatured : ✎𐀪 — time to meet an npc !ㅤ
#𝙰𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽 ⸻ a sneer lifts the corners, of his lips as he steps into the air. the scent of humans and all other shit filtering into his system, and making him want to gag. he fucking hated earth, and if he didn't have to enter this fucking place, he wouldn't. but recently he'd noticed the strange power, surrounding his daughter, and that alone was enough to get the knights attention. and wonder who it was around her. normally he didn't give a shit, given he couldn't interact with his daughter, but this was different. she was growing powerful, as powerful as she deserved to be. but this aura worried him. more so now that he was here. and truly sensed who it was. [ and it made the eldest knight, grow beyond angry. his powers flickering over his hands. ] ❛ hm not the person i expected to see around my child !! ❜ he drawls: managing to keep his calm, but only fucking barely. as red burning eyes, look upon the other. the air being sucked to almost non-existence due to his powers. he scents the air, and can smell his daughter. but lucky enough she was far enough away, that he wouldn't be classed as interfering in her life. ❛ i thought you'd know by now, to not play with things that aren't yours !! ❜
➜ " give me your hands, let me touch you…"
sanguine acrylics hover in the invisible space between them. they hesitate to find rest, trembling inside the warmth of palms as if her own skin were abound of thorns, poised to tear into anyone who dared touch her. grace succumbs in a soft rose-petal blush of breath, auburn irises lucent when they finally lift to meet with @violentnatured . ❝ i am afraid they are much too cold. . . ❞