IT’S A SMOOCHIE MEME ! ✿ accepting ? who knows. @withflame has whispered: KISS PLS.
BEAUTEOUS DESPITE THE ROTTING ROOTS, silken despite the hardened core and warm despite the winter raging within ── The vulpine fae knows sorrow as much as she knows mirth and yet, in spite of her intimate relationship with death, she had yet to experience something as overwhelming and bewitching as the amorous feelings that have thus blossomed within her ichorous muscle ( roses red like blood, sunflowers hungry for warmth, vines tightly furled around her bones and thorns pushed into flesh and marrow ) . However, the truth is that LOVE IS AN UGLY LITTLE THING, a gluttonous beast that devours everything in its path, chewing and munching and biting until its jaw eventually breaks.
And with the same SELFISH HUNGER, does Ahri devour every inch of exposed flesh. Plush tiers press against tanned complexion, feel the thundering of fervent veins underneath and are thus urged to fall ajar in pursuance of unveiling sharp and unforgiving fangs: with inhumane ease they sink into the skin, lacerate a throat that ought to be worshipped and that is instead cruelly claimed by a much greater temple ( HERE IS YOUR ALTAR FOR WORSHIP, bend the knee and bow the head ) . It matters not how evident is the wince of SUN-INCARNATE, the demoness merely proceeds to tighten her careful hold around the other whilst her mouth travels upwards, peppering its trail with purposely languid and dulcet kisses, whispering the name of her sunburnt lover betwixt one declaration of undying love and the other ; SHE IS DRUNK WITH HER SCENT, she is drunk with her unholy warmth and the unspoken promise of a future together merely serves to further wreathe her gestures with more passion and ardor, with more hunger. Tip of wet muscle leisurely brushes against a sharp cheekbone, conquers the chin and lingers ‘pon the lower labrum of the taller woman for naught but a moment before Ahri leans back / Usually pallid features are now ablaze with the brazen and incarnadine pigments of the bloodied sunset.
❝ Oh ? Is that an embarrassed blush ? ❞ PURRS the she-fox, slender shoulders shaking with coquettish laughter for a brief moment whilst she momentarily breaks their embrace in pursuance of gently cradling the other’s heated visage in the soft palms of her clawed hands. For a moment, she remains like this, barren of motion and with the resounding echo of her own heart against her ears ── It’s boisterous, much too belligerent and she wonders whether her mortal bones will eventually crumble underneath its rampage. But then, a girlish titter waltzes on the edge of her tongue and Ahri finally leans closer in pursuance of ultimately claiming Yang’s inviting lips with her own ; it matters not how many times she has performed this same gesture already, it will always be more than enough to make her unblemished flesh rise in painful goosebumps whilst the entire world dissipates into monochromatic nothingness.
