&. 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇.

𝐈   𝐂𝐀𝐍   𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄,    ...   as   long   as   you   𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑻   me.   

                                   —   ˖   ˖   ˖   𝐛𝐮𝐭   𝐚   𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺   𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑹𝒀.

#𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀.   —      private   &&   selective   /   mutuals   only   𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍   of   red   spring   studio's   𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗   visual   novel.   primarily   headcanon   based   with   some   potential   divergencies.   NSFW   material   heavily   present,   as   well   as   themes   of   death   and   rebirth.   those   under   18,   absolutely   do   not   interact   !   loved   by   Goose.   29.   she/they.   

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋      — @riftzenith / @novasynth / @vulpext / @seraphel

—      𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.       —    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.     —    𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.      —    𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓.

@rimefiles : in a swift and fluid motion, finn gracefully lowers himself onto his knees, assuming a position of subservience before leander. his gaze, brimming with anticipation, rises to meet leander's, seeking affirmation and approval. this simple act, executed with an unwavering certainty, carries with it a profound significance, laden with revoltingly vulgar desires and unyielding devotion. in a display of utmost grace and humility, finn utters a gentle plea, his voice carrying a serene and inviting tone. "please use my mouth however you like," he entreats, his voice laced with a delicate vulnerability.

whines because my leander muse is so strong rn but capitalist hell is calling me... like this for an ask when i get home i guess? multis specify!

@rimefiles: ❛ come back to bed. ❜ // elyon

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇   𝐎𝐅   sinew   and   muscle,   svelte   lines   of   a   powerful   body   wrought   in   cold   hellfire   as   the   mage   moves   himself   from   betwixt   silken   sheets   with   a   less   then   graceful   yawn.   that   scar,   so   brutal   upon   his   personage,   ripples   with   each   movement   but   leander   pays   it   no   mind,   far   too   pleased   with   the   pleasant   ache   that   fills   his   limbs,   punctuated   by   a   rather   impressive   bloom   of   markings   across   skin.   still,   he   is   certain   the   establishment   below   them   is   awakening   for   the   night,   and   a   fastidiously   kept   routine   would   dictate   he   escape   before   the   meticulous   owner   awoke   to   him   still   being   there.   leander   wasn't   ashamed   of   their   trysts   in   the   slightest   after   all,   it   was   just   a   matter   of   elyon   being   a   very   busy   man   and   well...   the   mage   took   pains   to   keep   him   pleased.   

feet   hit   the   polished   floors   with   surprising   silence,   and   leander   moves   to   stand   with   careful   movements   -   unabashed   in   his   nakedness   as   he   does   so.   for   once,   his   clothes   are   not   scattered   about   the   room   but   situated   neatly   on   the   opulent   sofa,   and   leander   begins   the   painstaking   process   of   sorting   through   belts   and   far   too   many   layers   to   really   be   considered   wise   given   their   climate   but-   

elyon's   voice   lances   through   him,   and   he   blinks,   going   still   with   his   hand   in   one   of   his   (still   not   on   his   body)   pant's   pockets.   there   is   a   slow   turn   of   leander's   head,   his   golden   earring   jingling   as   it   catches   the   flicker   of   low   candlelight.   he   truly   looks   a   bit   surprised,   pretty   eyes   parted   wide   alongside   kiss   stained   lips   as   he   regards   the   businessman   upon   the   bed   for   a   long   moment.   but   that   was   the   thing   about   leander.   in   the   end,   he   was   far   from   disobedient,   and   elyon's   proverbial   siren's   call   was   enough   for   him   to   easily   drop   the   clothing   in   his   hands   and   stalk   back   to   the   massive   four   poster   in   the   middle   of   the   room.   

one   knee   upon   the   plush   mattress,   and   he   pulls   his   strong   frame   upwards,   a   hand   bracing   next   to   dark   hair   upon   the   pillow   as   leander   leans   down,   down,   down   -   and   grins   with   a   bloom   of   red   upon   his   cheeks.   "   is   that   an   order?   "   he   teases,   the   slow   caress   of   a   shapely   nose   along   elyon's   own,   punctuated   by   mingled   breath.   "   i   can't   stay   long.   "   so   close,   their   lips   nearly   touch,   and   elyon   might   be   privy   to   the   near   luminous   shades   of   green   within   leander's   eyes.   "   got   business   to   attend   to,   and...   sounds   like   you   guys   are   getting   busy   down   there   already.   "   a   lingering   touch,   sparks   of   verdant   flying   in   the   wake   of   a   calloused   fingertip   at   elyon's   shoulder,   "   make   it   quick,   hm?   "   and   yet...   leander   knew   he   was   lying   to   himself.   if   elyon   asked,   he'd   stay,   unmoving   and   on   his   knees   for   hours   -   on   the   basis   that   the   mage   simply   loved   to   obey   (sometimes).   

@rimefiles: i would not long for heaven or for earth more than i’d wish to stay there touched and touching you. // mhin

𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄,   𝐈𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐑𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   blooms   across   the   dust   of   his   cheeks   -   for   the   hunter's   words   strike   him   so   low   and   deep   that   even   leander,   who   despite   his   station   can   be   read   like   a   book   on   the   best   of   days,   has   not   the   energy   to   react.   instead,   he   simply   stares,   the   bright   hue   of   steel   green   eyes   widening   beneath   dark   lashes.   for   a   moment,   the   normalcy   of   his   gaze   loses   the   typical   way   it   seems   to   suck   the   light   from   the   room   -   no   longer   reflecting   it   back   in   unearthly   hues,   and   instead   he   is   alive   again,   heart   beat   legitimate   and   his   feelings   not   obscured   behind   the   muted   wall   of   glass   that   his   soul   likes   to   keep   them.   

"   mhin-   "   he   intonates,   throaty   in   the   early   morning   hours   of   dawn.   tucked   in   one   of   his   beloved   cities   many   alleyways,   the   mage   peers   down   at   his   companion,   and   offers   them   a   charming   if   not   rather   soft   smile   in   the   wake   of   his   surprise.   then,   as   if   the   other   might   fly   away   -   he   reaches   outwards   slowly,   ever   so   careful   in   brushing   a   strand   of   snowy   hair   away   from   their   slighter   companion's   refined   features.   "   c'mon.   "   the   same   hand   finds   their   nape,   featherlight   in   a   caress   across   skin   as   he   looks   back   across   the   road.   when   he   moves,   the   earring   upon   his   person   catches   the   light   -   a   brief   twinkle   of   godspent   gold   on   the   mage's   person.   "   why   don't   we   go   to   bed?   in   the   morning,   i'll   make   chocolate   crepes,   and   you   can   tell   me   all   about   this   newfound   poetic   side   of   you.   "   pay   no   mind   to   him   already   stepping   away   from   the   hunter,   a   pre-emptive   dodge   of   any   knives   that   mhin   might   used   to   reject   his   tenderhearted   advances.   for   leander,   this   dance   between   them   was   as   easy   as   breathing.

leetol tag dump.

@killcured : the demon captures the mage's chin with careful digits, crimson eyes behold the man before him with a dangerous grin on strong features. " i wonder what sounds i'll drag out of you this time around, " he chuckles lowly as he leans in, his lips tease against leander's. " think you'll sing for me again tonight, pretty boy? "

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄   𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇   him,   the   fallen   vestiges   of   life   tingling   at   his   fingertips   with   the   purred   out   promise.   the   mage's   reaction   is   nigh   on   instantaneous,   lashes   lidding   over   brilliant   steel   green   hues   and   the   shadows   only   further   accentuating   the   traitorous   red   that   flushes   his   cheeks.   even   back   here,   in   the   dimly   lit   booth,   illuminated   by   a   single   candle   and   tucked   away   in   the   far   corner   of   the   tavern,   leander's   gaze   speaks   for   itself.   certainly,   it   doesn't   help   that   they   are   close   enough   for   one   of   those   mile   long   legs   to   have   settled   along   ais'   thigh,   bodies   pressed   close,   but   he's   hardly   considered   that   with   he   words   whispered   so   sweetly   to   him.   

a   hand   toys   absently   with   one   of   the   necklaces   about   the   demon's   neck,   and   leander   doesn't   look   away   -   nor   does   he   fully   close   his   eyes   when   his   soft   tiers   are   brushed   so   gently,   almost   patronizing   in   intensity.   callouses   dip   briefly   over   ais'   clavicle   and   the   mage   can   only   hum,   resisting   the   very   real   urge   to   chase   ais'   lips   like   he   needed   them   to   breathe.   instead,   he   offers   him   an   ever   so   charming   smile.   

"   you   know   i   don't   sing   in   public,   ais.   "   he   murmurs   out,   gaze   dipping   away   from   crimson   hues   long   enough   to   skirt   around   the   shadows.   as   usual,   the   place   is   packed,   bloodhound   members   and   others   alike   keeping   both   drinks   and   suspect   food   flowing.   their   eyes   meet   once   more,   and   he   hooks   his   finger   through   a   necklace,   leaning   forward   once   again   to   press   soft   lips   to   the   demons   own.   by   all   descriptors,   it   could   be   labeled   as   a   chaste   kiss   -   but   the   way   leander   takes   his   time   pulling   away,   the   way   he   slowly   opens   his   eyes   halfway   -   the   gleam   of   unearthly   green   almost   eerie   in   the   dark,   and   the   way   he   looks   almost   ravenous...   paints   a   much   more   sensuous   picture   than   a   simple   peck.