Hello😙 Im here to request 17
(Wouldn’t mind if it gets smutty) (tag me if you’re already writing it)
17...to distract
Get it off me.
The singular thought pounded with every beat of her heart, reverberating under the walls of her skin. Get it off me. Elain repeated the command in her mind over and over again, loud enough that it drowned out his unexpected words from her memory. “This was a mistake,” he had told her before winnowing away into the shadows, as he always did.
As she raced up the stairs of the river house, away from the humiliation she had endured down below on the Solstice night, all she could feel was Azriel’s damn rose necklace choking her neck. She pumped her legs faster and faster in hopes of outrunning the tears pricking at her eyes and the sob building up in her chest; she needed to get to her room before the emotions escaped her, before anyone else could find her.
Her chest heaved—a warning of the inevitable. A tidal wave was inside her with nowhere to crash. Elain’s hand clutched the final wooden bannister, her feet shakily meeting the landing. Her room was just to the right of the stairs. All she had to do was make one more turn.
Except he was there. As if he had been waiting.
The awareness of his presence was instantaneous. Her momentum halted and with a slow turn of her head to the left, she saw Lucien standing outside his door in the hallway, his red hair nearly molten by the window’s soft moonlight. Of course he was here, as he had spent the night after the Solstice celebrations. Even in the darkness, she could see the gold of his mechanical eye, the sharp line of his jaw. Lucien said nothing as he studied her, which told her the truth she should have known—he knew exactly what had occured with the Shadowsinger just a floor below.
She took in his unreadable expression that cautiously appraised her. But did he really know?
That it was his fault she needed to distract herself with the Shadowsinger in the first place? That his very presence demanded to feed the primal beast that laid dormant inside her core, only awoken by the call of her mate.
To be wanted, to be liked, to be kissed, even temporarily...it was just to satiate the desire.
And so his rejection had stung, a sharp slap to the face, still burning as she beheld her mate at the end of the hallway. Her mate. Undoubtedly the reason underscored in Azriel’s declaration of his so-called mistake. And now the reason she was left once again with nothing but that near damning wanting that threatened to eat her alive.
The thought alone released the waiting tidal wave inside her chest. Elain grasped at the necklace, her other hand attempting to cover the sob wrenched from her throat. And finally, those words echoing inside found her voice. “Get—it—off—me!” She gasped, desperate to find enough air to fill her lungs before another cry shook her body.
For whatever it was worth, Lucien abided her command. He reached her in three long strides, where he stood behind her, two strong hands taking her by the shoulders. “Breathe,” he whispered, his grip and words steadying her trembles. “Breathe, Elain.”
There was a resounding beat of a drum. Lucien’s heartbeat.
With a soft touch, he pushed her thick hair to the side, his warm hands grazing the nape of her neck as he undid the necklace clasp with careful precision. It was barely there, but his hands gave her the urge to confess everything to him—that Azriel’s hands hadn’t come close to the way he felt. That Azriel’s scarred touch was a salve to the burn that the mating bond left her. And Lucien’s touch was the flame itself.
The cold chain left her skin and she could finally breathe, a sharp gasp filling her chest. She felt Lucien turn her, forcing her feet to move, until she faced him directly. Their faces were only inches apart and it was perhaps the closest they had ever stood.
She wanted to find the same anger mirrored on his face. She wanted to witness his hurt and confusion and jealousy she had assumed he would harbor against her. But it wasn’t there. Only something softer and kinder laid behind his gaze in comfort.
"It will pass," Lucien whispered, his eyes finding hers. Kinder than she deserved. "You will be alright."
Something about his words unleashed her. Elain could not hold herself up anymore, could not repress what was building up inside her. She threw her arms around his neck in an embrace, the tears sliding from her shut eyes. He tensed momentarily before snaking his arms around her waist, firm but gentle.
Elain could not stop.
Without an ounce of control, she dragged her nose along the column of his neck, inhaling his scent deeply, her fingers digging into his back. She didn't know what she was doing but she needed to fill her lungs with him. The scent alone made her head feel like a drunken haze. The only thing she recognized in that moment was the nervous flutter of his heartbeat in the pulse of his neck.
At her realization of what she had just done, Elain shuddered.
"It's only natural," Lucien blurted out.
”There is nothing natural about this," Elain hissed, stepping angrily back, away from his warm body, her skin crying out at the loss. "There is nothing natural about wanting you when I do not know you. There is nothing natural about dreaming of you constantly,”
But Lucien did not mirror her. Did not back down. In fact, he stepped closer. "Then look me in the eyes and tell me the truth—does this feel wrong?” He ran his knuckles across her cheek, and where their flesh met sang for mercy.
He was right and she knew. Gods, did she know it.
"I can't do this anymore," Elain breathed, glancing between the necklace and her mate. Lucien's face splintered into a frown.
And she hated that look on his face so much, Elain could do nothing but surge forward, her lips finding his own. She wasn't ready for this but she needed the distraction, needed to feed the starving, longing, yearning burn coiling at her core. She couldn't keep fighting. Not tonight.
When they kissed, it was fire meeting fire. When he touched her, he could have burned the entire city down with his heat. And when Elain's tongue crashed into his, there was only one certainty—this wouldn't be the end.
@bettdraws so sorry there is no smut but I gave u angst
Kiss prompts.
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I need to vent this somewhere:
If I was working for Raphael like Korrilla, I would be going out of my way to satisfy him as my boss. I'd complete all of his tasks swiftly, so that he could give me more and I'd do them precisely so that he'd never be disappointed. I'd be on my 200% all the time and I would love and hate reporting back to him if he was alone, because I'd be freaking out of thrill and stress. I cannot phantom how absolutely gorgeous this man is, (personally!!!) his human eyes-eyelashes-brows-hair combo is doing insane things to me, there is not a single spot on his face or his entire form I would not like. Larian extracted an essence from a lab just to enslave, chain my soul forever. They didn't lie in terms and conditions, I really did sign my soul away but I had no idea it would be Raphael when I first bought the game. Hell, I didn't even know he existed. And he hit me like boyfriend hitting you with a frying pan ASMR
I can't get him out of my system and I am literally going back to the same scenes with him and I still can't get over how beautiful he is. I am mesmerised, fascinated, pissed off at what he did to Hope, and also obsessed
I want to kiss every inch of his face and wash his hair and put it on my legs as he rests after his busy day. I can't fucking take it any longer
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