( I didnt mean to be dead for so long omg. Thank you for all the new followers --- I’ll try to be a little more active on here! )

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I will compare your muse’s height to mine using this website.

powershout;

             a  slender  frame  makes  way  to  the  unoccupied  seat  ,  sitting  down  beside  the  stranger  before  propping  up  her  elbows  to  actively  listen.  cerulean  hues  watched  her  newfound  acquaintance  ,  fleeting  only  when  she  felt  as  if  she’d  been  staring  for  too  long  (  her  own  personal  etiquette  ,  more  so  nervous  tick  ).  attentive  ears  perked  up  at  the  mention  of  aid  ,  a  subtle  smile  gracing  pink  lips  before  she  thoroughly  thought  of  an  answer  to  speak  of.  “  you  know  of  miraak  then  ?  ,  “  she  questioned.  skyrim  did  not  often  speak  of  the  first  dragonborn  often  ,  especially  not  in  the  same  light  as  talos.  the  only  information  she  could  find  that  lacked  scoffing  was  written  in  books.  “  i  can’t  say  i  have.  “

lunar eyes make note of the other’s almost demure demeanor, the darting eyes && the little smiles. it was charming, to say the least. smiling right back with full, painted lips, a hand will come to push a rather decorative jar across the table towards the girl as if offering her a taste.

“ maybe I do, maybe I don’t. but why don’t you relax... we will find out exactly how much I know,  && how much I am willing to share, sera. “ the words float through the air past all the muted talking && faint music of the odd tavern, smooth as silk && just as soft.

a hand comes to rest beneath a slender chin, in which the elf’s head will tilt as those odd eyes seem to shift down --- eyeing up this outsider with little shame. they return to make contact with the blonde’s once more, her smile widening once more as she speaks in dulcet tones.

“ has everyone been treating you right here? “

Future Club by Perturbator

Send 💋 for a random kiss.

Send 💋 for a random kiss.           \   a delicate kiss.

her touch was too soft. it was too gentle. too forgiving. it burned her, it hurt her so deeply inside that she couldn’t stand it. but yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop the delicate hands that cradled her face between heavenly palms. she wanted to stop them ;; but in a way, she didn’t. the elf knew the touch of others better than anyone, but every one had been hollow. 

she was no fool, and she knew that every kiss and every stroke and every grasp was made out of empty lust made by desperate and impressionable fools. she’s had her flesh bruised, broken, and she never batted an eye a single time.

but this touch, it was so very different. 

the raven - haired woman didn’t grab at her, tear at her, objectify her ( though she felt no real disdain for being treated as an object at this point in time anymore ). instead, the aedra cradled her in a way that made pure sadness bloom inside that fiery cage inside her ribs.

she doesn’t deserve this.

at first, she doesn’t hear the words — ‘ may I kiss you ? ‘ it was almost a whisper. even her voice alone makes tears well in those lunar eyes… what were these magicks that this woman was making her feel? never… never in her life, has Remsyana felt like this before. she’s never felt this sadness, this loneliness, this longing. it feels so good, to be treated soft.

the nod is almost microscopic, but it’s definite. the elf almost couldn’t tell that Mara was kissing her at first, the touch was like a downy feather against her own harsh, dark lips. she doesn’t deserve this, and it hurt her so much… but it felt so good. so, so good.

SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 💝 for a plationic kiss. Send 💞 for a awkward kiss. Send 💓 for a heated kiss. Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss. Send 💘 for a static shock kiss. Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss. Send 🖤 for a forced/harsh/firm kiss.  Send 💚 for an eskimo kiss. Send 💙 for a spiderman kiss.  Send 💜 for a quick kiss. Send 💛 for an air kiss. Send 💕for good night/morning kiss. Send ❣️ for a kiss to a specific spot. <insert location> Send 💑 for a first kiss.  Send 😍 for a surprise kiss. Send 💋 for a random kiss. <receiver’s choice>

REMSYANA VERAVUR AESTHETIC.

" they always said that the living would envy the dead. “ the way that the dark violet wisps of magic swirled around her fingers like the fins of some beautiful fish captivated her as moonlike, white eyes tear from them to focus on the woman who stood mere feet away from the sanctum. the bones scattered about her feet, human and bleached, seemed to rattle with a supernatural energy.

seems like prowling about remote mountaintops in the dead of night wasn’t exactly the best idea.

@wild-blade .

“  it's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. “ the way she speaks is like the slow curl of sweet smoke from the burn of incense. she’s inching closer to the man with a playful hand brushing delicate fingers against a strong forearm. 

look like the lotus --- but be the snake coiled beneath.

@bxynjolf

( I wanna try that idea of doing lyric starters! I don’t listen to music with a ton of lyrics, but it’s worth a try! Like this if you would like a short starter based on lyrics! )

goldenhaircd:

@praevaricatri liked for a lyrics starter  Muse - Supermassive Black Hole

“ And how long before you tell the truth?  You caught me under false pretenses ” That dunmer woman was not to be trusted - and still, Janna had followed her call, the little fool she was, trusting and always eager to help anyone who would ask something of the legendary Dragonborn… especially if they promised something interesting she might get out of it by the end- yet now it seemed she found herself in ill company. 

     “ What gives off the idea that I’m not speaking truths? “ Her voice is sickly sweet, drawling. She’s laying on her charm extra - thick, because she knows this little fly is squirming in the web she’s spun. 

           But this spider is clever.

   “ Does this mean you’re having doubts about helping me, sera? Whatever can I do to sway you to my favor? “

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HERE FOR THE KISSES

Get some kisses | accepting

         Those cold, cold gauntlets somehow managed to be so very gentle despite those daunting claws. She had promised that she wouldn’t harm the blonde long ago when they had first seen each other. Remsyana was certain that she’d frightened off the little fly for good with her words, and yet the sly little blonde kept coming back to her. She always found her, no matter where she was hiding — 

                Soon it had become a game between them.

     Cold blackened metal slides up the length of slender yet muscled arms. It had been fun to give her a fright, but now the elf could see that no longer did the thief feel in such a way. There was no tenseness, no tremble or dart of her eyes.

      “ You found me again, didn’t you? “ Remsyana murmurs from her painted lips, fingers dancing over metal buckles, toying with buttons upon the blonde’s vest with a careful playfulness. Her frame has inched oh so close to Vex’s own, but yet it felt as if they couldn’t get close enough. In the proximity, the witch smelled sweetly of an exotic sort of perfume ;; dark, silky, mysterious —- just like her.

             Claws cradle pale skin between her palms with the softness of a lover as they reach the infiltrator’s face, holding her still for just a moment. A moment taken to gaze over pointed features, from those deep, bright eyes, to her pink awaiting lips, parted in some sort of waiting thought.

    The dunmer moves slow once her own dark lips meet hers, soft, tempting. She kisses her in a way that feels utterly intoxicating, that feels like it lasts forever before it breaks long before it should have. And at this, a clawed thumb will come to wipe the remnants of mulberry - hued lipstick from Vex’s own lip with a soft, sultry laugh.

  “ Next time you find me, I’ll give you a much finer reward. “