#vuikusen

" 𝑶𝑯, 𝒀𝑬𝑺, 𝑲𝑨𝒀𝑵, 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑹? "

     HE NARROWS HIS EYES before looking away, Rhaast’s deep chuckling only adding to his shame. No, he can’t tell her, can’t let her know what plagues his mind and soul. She deserves better. Now he takes a moment to look at her, those golden eyes of hers drawing him in so dangerously close. 

     “ My heart, “ he whispers before taking her hand, so small in his own. “ I want you to know, I do... but this battle is my own. I can’t drag you through this. “ He’s stern and unmoving. He made up his mind, and knows that the less she knows, the better. 

‘‘ a huge, depressed BOTTOM. not even a question. ’’

@vilefeather how horrendous of you to assume I would attack a guest in my sanctuary .

It feels like the blood drains from Irelia’s face. Her fingers stiffen, and the blades straighten up in response. “Pardon?”

The fox cradles the dead body almost like a mother would cradled her child, her claws running down an open, bleeding stomach. Her canines flash in the dim forest light, and Irelia feels the hairs on her skin jump. Eating? Did she really prey on her victims so grotesquely, as the legends told?

Blood continues to spill from the corpse, and Irelia finds herself averting her gaze. Nausea forms in her head - she thinks of dancing steps, trying to swat away the unpleasant thoughts.

@vuikusen | The Witcher Starters / selectively open

A glance is given at the woman who approaches him. A Vastaya? No, something tells him she’s different. Not that he can explain what that something is but she feels different than the Vastaya he’s seen… Killed, even. She’s still Ionian, though, isn’t she?

Well, he’s not even sure of that, he supposes. She looks to be Ionian, but she might as well be from anywhere else. He doesn’t really care either way.

He shifts his weight to his right foot, his expression unchanging - himself unchanging - for a good moment. He’s quiet, for far too long, probably, but then he speaks. He speaks and just like his hands, his voice is rough and calloused and -

“Monster, huh?” he repeats, turning his gaze back straight ahead for a few seconds before those amber eyes of his focus onto her once more. He looks her over - there’s nothing monstrous about her appearance. Then again, it’s usually the inside that people refer to, isn’t it? It’s usually those that look innocent that end up being the monsters everyone should be afraid of.

And sometimes, Darius wonders how someone can be afraid of something beautiful. But it happens more often than one would think, doesn’t it? Besides, something too beautiful is often times something one should be suspicious about.

And this woman? She reeks of beauty. Of charm. Darius knows how to appreciate any good looking woman, he certainly does. And her? She’s beautiful, but she’s too beautiful.

He turns his body towards her to fully face her and his face is a neutral slate. A poker face to the end.