#crowns of gold & roses ;; heredis sanguinis

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𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉. — { @heredis-sanguinis }

{ ⟡ } ——— The endearment in the sweet nickname & how softly he had kissed her lips would deem her entirely silent. It was the tenderness of his hold & concerns, it was the sweetness & care poured upon her broken, powerless, form. The words calling upon her beauty, albeit if at first she had jested to lighten the mood & perhaps bait a compliment or two to feed her ego, had now moved her heart upon the sincerity in his voice. —& with every brush of his thumbs, it would be as if calling forth crimson & life to her otherwise sickly visage… & it wasn’t caused by no magic more than the one bonding their beating hearts together through centuries. The audacity~

“You truly look at me with Cupid’s Arrow painfully piercing through you, don’t you, Mon Amour?” Her tired voice would joke, yet find delight in the comforting & intimate gestures.

She had to consciously refrain herself from following more into his caresses & let go an undignified capricious plea out of her when his hands would move away from her face, yet immediately soothed by the contact remaining across on her arms. Albeit it made her flinch at the wounds & marks, as the poison in her body would reject any attempt to heal the damaged flesh, instead taking & drinking more & more as a greedy creature…

After all, her own nature perhaps would even play against his attempts, making it a little more difficult as an unexpected counter attack, especially when on normal occasions in the past, when petricide wasn’t in the equations, her silhouette would follow through his own instruction & ministrations, guiding it back into health with no single delay…

Perhaps, simply this occasion was trickier: A Mortal Body would form out of flesh by itself first, & blessed with sorcery afterwards; siphoning sorcery out of it would not diminish the body’s capability nor alter its stability…. But, a Nymph was Wild Magic on her own first, given a vessel of flesh by Nature itself afterwards & held together at its own seams by fine threads of golden power. It was less stable to heal on its very own without power flowing freely… & the petricide would make it far harder to resew the lose strings that would never deny him at other times.

Yet Emilia couldn’t help but appreciate her beloved’s attempts, noticing how his eyes would change shades to deep crimson, provoking a little pitiful & ashamed smile. “It's fine…” It wasn’t, but she would whisper regardless, almost melancholic, saccharine & condescending. A hand reaching up to touch his cheek ever-so gently. “… There’s no need for you to force it, Vovachka, I wouldn’t wish you to fall due exhaustion, & have us both bed-ridden.”

In contrast, however, the following mentions made her almost unladylike snort along her low chuckles. “Your sweet puppies are amazing guardians, & their hard-work is ever appreciated.” Fortunately for them, as she was lacking her magic meant no sudden bowties, top hats or waistcoats on the Drakehounds for once. Simply nodding at the expectations of his servitude fluttering around her upon calling was, more disliked in the reminder of her weakness even if it was an act of care. Centuries accustomed to be self-sufficient to be almost bed-ridden was going to need customary adjustment—

Her eyes suddenly opened in genuine wonder, albeit the glow of molten-gold was subdued to a darker hue, there was a hint of ever-vivacious attitude swirling underneath. Humming in contemplation, & her tone becoming a bit playful “You are still awfully assertive lately, that almost sounded as when I wasn’t allowed into the royal gardens’ fully by myself without a chaperon…. & a sweet Prince may offer himself to guide me, even if there would always be someone lurking regardless.” In her mind, the memory was clear & bright as if it had been yesterday, it was went their little attempts of secrecy written upon paper strips had started, or when she had picked upon the oddities of fan language from the aristocrats to convey messages to him too.

“But do not fret, dearest Dragon, I won’t stray too far from your Castle’s tower—,… I doubt for now I would be able to give a couple of steps even if I wanted to, before August or Carmine would alert you on something being wrong, or your dedicated servitude noticing the stumbling Matron on the halls... or you feeling it by yourself in that regard.” Her fingers would carefully move inside the collar of her silk dress to take out & look upon a heart-shaped pendant. Crimson blood flowing through clear crystal, silver wrapping around it as veins, one could almost swear it was about to beat ever-so softly—...

" —Is that how you knew I was hurt & needed help? Your Gifts?" She wondered as sinking a little more into the comforting pillows, trying to deny the way her body was aching. Tensed muscle, tired bones, heavy as a doll without strings. It was ridiculous, yet she stubbornly attempted to not show too much of it & pretend it wasn’t noticeable if keeping a caring eye. Despite being a deceiver & illusionist to many, a master of masking her true reactions & intentions to others, Vladimir had always come to be the one she didn’t feel the need to pretend or hide… … defeated, she had come to that conclusion long ago: he would know either way what lay beneath, wouldn’t he?

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #Verse ;; Canon #crowns of gold & roses ;; heredis sanguinis #// I made a little cont. because it was giving me problems to reblog and edit ioahdaoidh hope you don't mind #// OMG THIS THREAD ♥ ; I love it so much after 3 years--- #// reviving this beauty just before killing me soon in whatever way this woman is planning; THE AUDACITY of both mun and muse >:V #// ty ty ; deary ♥ UwU always a pleasure to bring back those #// butalsoEVIL-- #long post

[angelicxlly]

A black and red bird, with a long thin beak, landed on a neearby windowsill. The peculiar animal had a third eye, above the others, in the middle of it’s head. To Emilia Leblanc, this animal was not unfamiliar to her. In fact, she had several of them as her own already, by gift of the Crimson Reaper, Vladimir.

Around its neck, a crimson ribbon with a rolled up paper was fastened.

The paper would read:

“Nb wvzivhg Nrwmrtsg Ilhv, dlfow blf rmwfotv nb dsrnhrxzo hrwv zmw qlrm nv zg lfi hvxivg olxzov rm gsv xirnhlm tziwvmh, rm gdl wzbh?

Gsv yriw rh z trug gl blf, zh zodzbh.

E”

{ ⟡ } — Aureate gaze glows in delight & joy as, with a swirl of one hand, ethereal golden letters would appear around her, as if ghosts waking up & rising upon calling from the delicate paper. It was inevitable not to paint an ever-amused smile upon nightshade-coated lips, as a playful & low chuckle would escape her. “Now, now… the ‘E’ is ever my clue, isn’t it? … How shall I call you, my not-so secret lover?” She questioned as rising her hand to caress the phantom letter, tracing it almost lovingly, making the vapors of magic & fantasy swirl along the notes of the classical melody around her. An antique Camavorian Waltz was playing at the gramophone, two of her pixie familiars dancing near it in a very familiar way …

“Enchanting? Everlasting? Eternal?” Her voice hummed with the tune, contemplative of every word. “Eloquent? Endearing? Entrancing?”

Finally, she felt a little blush crawl upon her ivory features, product of both the situation & probably his expression if he found himself with a plethora of new endearing nicknames provoked by this familiar manner of writing to each other. “& I’m only speaking in ‘common tongue’. Imagine only if I start thinking on other present & forgotten languages..”

Emilia could hear her pixies laughing, all fluttering curiously around the message writing itself in the air as the Enchantress decoded it patiently, ever starting by his Initial to a V.

“Now, Now!… To see me in two days on our favorite garden? —What are you even planning this time, Mon Lion? Hiding a secret from me as a shiny little treasure, what sort of surprises are you keeping in store for me, hmm? Attacking my most curious side, how daring, leaving me with no way to refuse~~ ♫” It was merely a faux sense of theatrics & drama, obvious on how her face was covered by unmasked joy & how her heart was oh-so pleasantly beating in anticipation.

With a last gesture of her fingers, the ghostly letters disappeared in smoke & dust of colorful hues, before the Matron would sit upon the windowsill of her office’s window, enjoying the touch of the delicate nightly wind as offering the awaiting bird her hand to perch & receive its rightful amount of pampering, dainty caresses upon the wondrous plumages of crimson and ebony would ever be the payment to such extraordinary emissaries of affection.

“& you, my new little darling… what shall I call you? —Perhaps a name starting with “E” may suit you~ ♥?”

@heredis-sanguinis ♥

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #Verse ;; Canon #crowns of gold & roses ;; heredis sanguinis #// *AIHDAIOHDOIHDAIDOHOA* #// -me in the bg with the chancla cause cella what is u doiiiing- #// also loved to decode ♥ it is ever fun to do #// Emilia there just as curious as me xD

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Slender digits caress her raven locks, the tips gently wrapping around. The sound of her heart echoed in his mind, even moreso when they laid together.

“Do you sometimes think back on Camavor?” he slowly asked.

A pause. Soft breathing being the only sound for a few seconds.

“Who we were … Who I was … Do you miss that?”

{ ⟡ } — Melancholy embraces the fragility of her thoughts as he drowned her back into an ocean of memories. She can almost sink into the visions & feel the delectable fragrance of flowers blooming in spring with delicate grace. The singsong birds fluttering from a branch to another in the secrecy of their favorite places, hidden from the royalty & the rest of her Coven. She doesn’t want to open her eyes just yet, & be guided by the faint lullaby of a dream that frequently visits her every night, when her mind isn’t plagued by nightmares of slavery & corruption & death… -— A Gate to Safety, the same emotion she felt the first time he would hold her hand, a warm palm against trembling fingers & a nervous giggle of young affections, unable to know the true terrors awaiting for years to come.

The Sweet Princeling of Camavor, how to forget him? Her mind didn’t have the pleasant & forgiving nature of oblivion that humans had at their disposition after defeating the boundaries of Life & Death, on the contrary: what seemed like a blessing, was nothing but the cruelty of a curse.

She remembers perfectly, & feels terrifying burdens as if those had happened yesterday. She revives the death of many every so often, as if the warmth of their bodies had just left her arms a couple of hours ago. She can taste the sweetness of pastries on shared furtive kisses, to the point if brings tears beneath the eyelids & provokes her arms to embrace her lover further as they lay together in his state. She misses him, how not to? She has blamed herself over & over again for not returning on time, as the constant ‘what if’ echoes for centuries. If only her Coven & her would had returned the previous year as promised… Would she had been there to take him away from the terrible oaths of fate?

— would he had the chance to live a mortal, albeit prosperous& harmless, life by her side… peaceful & loved until the very end?

“I do.” Hushed & tender, her voice confesses while not daring to open her eyes yet, she’s not ready to let go of the memory. Of his smile, his eyes, his voice, his words, his equally sincere yet innocent love. “I can’t forget who you were, & who we used to be… I can’t forget the feelings you made me feel, & how we dreamed of a life together while looking at every possibility with the crystal-clear purity of the first love. We were so young & naïve back then… the world seemed so simple & beautiful, & I can’t help but miss those days. A part of me was capable of Love without any tarnish on my soul.”

Only then, the Enchantress would open her eyes & look above. To his unchanging features, to his timeless existence & the gaze that doesn’t belong to the sweet prince but the Blood God she met all those centuries ago. “I miss him, Vladimir, who you were, who we were… & I miss Camavor, I can’t help but think over the circumstances, the kingdom, our meetings & dreams together, before we would be turned apart…”

Her porcelain digits raise to caress his face with tenderness & endearing affection akin to the same the former nymph would express for the prince-ling conquering her heart, combing one loose lock of hair behind his ear. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel happy with who we are now, & who we will become in the future… I love you as who you are in the present, & opposing to a few decades, I can also feel the blessing of having you by my side indefinitely, you are the only constant I’m not wishing to let go… even with the utter fall of this Empire. Either the Prince, the Blood God or my Bloody King, I had loved every single second, & memory we have formed together along centuries, we had grown & learned together after all…” There’s a tiny smile decorating her features, despite being accompanied by the black tears crossing her cheeks, so different too from the forest nymph’s crystalline ones.

“Do you miss me when you look at me, Rey Mio? … the Fae you knew that day, the wings that could make her stand among all… the secret garden meetings?” the Enchantress couldn't help but wonder as well if he could also remember parts of her own forgotten nature. Nostalgia was the ink with which all those poems of their lives were written, after all.

#long post #how dare you make me speaking of feelings for those two >:V #i love them so muuuuuch ;; w ;; #heredis sanguinis #crowns of gold & roses

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Dearest & Beloved @heredis-sanguinis​ has placed a flower:  🌼 (Not one, but a variety of crimson nightblooms mixed with black roses) “Not even the most rare and unique bloom can compare to the exquisite beauty that emanates from you, my most beloved Emily~” His voice was gentle and soft, like silk. The flora has been woven into a crown of red and black, which he placed gently on her head. “A modest gift for one such as you, mi reina~” he continued, sneaking in a caress of his slender digits along her cheek and a soft peck on her neck.

Send  🌼 to put a Flower in my Muse´s Hair!

{ ⟡ } — Her heart flutters & finds renewed wings on his dainty gestures, an orphic emotion woven as it becomes a bird who had just learned to fly & desires to conquer the heavens, to own them entirely as she treasures his adoration; his tenderness; his softness, all those gorgeous, breathtaking & delectable details that only her has known for centuries. — Dulcet Love, delighting for centuries in its illecebrous & heartwarming grow. A single flower alone on a hardened terrain; holding a flag of hope, suddenly had turned into a full garden of ethereal & unique beauty...

Oh; he even turns her immutable porcelain semblance into delicate hues of crimson. Her confidence with the right words transverses into bashfulness & the portray of a soft curl flourishes in her lips as the precious nicknames guide her to dip her head, hiding her eyes beneath long lashes as if a gentle & untarnished nymph she still would be.  No matter how long they’ve been waltzing together, he still flusters her like none else had ever been able to without the need of great gestures to appeal & flatter the Queen of Lies... ... — but the smallest of displays of sincere affection. The subtlest things in life; those who belonged to Nature & which held closer resemblances with her own Soul.

He is capable of touching the delicate & most hidden strings of her silhouette, & the beauty of all remains in the daintiness & skill he does; but above anything else how she knows he would never consciously harm her —, not because fearing her Ire & Retribution; —  but because he choses to. 

“Rey Mio...” Her murmur is the sort of promise of thousands of verses & symphonies yet to be expressed when the little brush of lips in her neck causes her to tremble & endearingly chuckle, deeply sighing in both relief & sincere affection. Playfulness ignited, as her digits raise to cradle his features carefully upon his closeness, guiding him to spare a look at her once more. His pale eyes; his sanguine glow... dangerous & devilish to thousands, endearing & comforting to her, just before stepping in her tiptoes to reach his lips in a loving kiss to seal the nightly & fragrant memory~

#-SCREAMS ON EMOTIONS- I LOVE THEEEEEM #HE IS SO SWEET TO HEEEER #-OTPOTPOTP ♥- #I had been saving this ask for long; because I really loved it so bad; it was so cute ;; w ;; #AND YOU KNOW HOW SHE MELTS; when called ''Emily'' by him like certain young prince used to do u//v//u #i loved this so much ; so have the shippy back at you #heredis sanguinis #crowns of gold & roses

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{🗡} — The sound of the cannon & the inclusion of his name was the true dagger twisting in between her shoulder blades; as the bird guides her through a little path among the foliage & away from others’ sight, the scent of fresh blood among the familiarity of his presence; the immediate lost making her needing to cover her mouth to refrain any sound. The woods are silent; with no sight of the culprit – & it doesn’t matter as her heart aches terrifyingly inside the nest of her ribcage. The burning ichor in her veins fuels her with revenge desire; just as her knees touch the grass as silently as possible. Allowing secrecy; as her hands reverently & lovingly hold his body close to her.

The embrace permits tears to stream down her pale cheeks, curious how despite the lack of her magic – those are still dark as ink, falling & forming black flowers in his attire. He is so cold to her touch as dainty fingertips caress his face, moving away some locks of silky hair. 🙶 My Cupid, my Sweet Eros.🙷 Her voice is hushed & gentle, as if this secret belonged only to her dark lips, holding him closer against her chest and leaning to whisper into his ear, her voice denoting the contained scorn...

🙶 I will painfully annihilate them all – for you, Mon Lion.🙷

A brief kiss is given against his freezing mouth, before gently laying him down into the dried leaves & forgotten soils.

In her loneliness as dusk will come eventually; it was time to dig a grave.

@heredis-sanguinis

#She will avenge him :c !... #Ionian HG #Ionian Hunger Games #heredis sanguinis #Crowns of Gold & Roses

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💖 (A slow and soft gesture. Small and gentle in acknowledgement for his Emilia)

{ ⟡ } — His hand was met with fondness & adoration at the gentleness of his touch, even in the most subtle of motion: he is capable of making her feel precious & worthy. He, who had seen below the glamorous magic & carefully-woven lies, who has witnessed the scars & burns from the first time her bare feet touched the cold stone of a barbarian temple, for centuries, witnessing the rise of her spirit & the fall of all her facades – & even then, chosen to stay… It provokes a pleasant shiver running up her back, as thousands of memories are always kept in the sole tenderness of his skin against her own… - How foreign would have love seemed to be for the one Blood God, she once knew? Would the beast entangle with a man ever dreamed of such endeavors, of the one he was now?

Every so often she wondered how everything had changed decade after decade, century after century… & how it still felt as if time held no meaning & every shared instant would have passed fast forward in the extend of a mere second. A heartbeat contained libraries of poetry was written by their souls, a blink the awakening moment of a sole dream safely guarding all the colors & places they had seen together – Immortality sometimes seemed only cyclical as mortal life when Death was ever caressing the fragile muscles nesting inside their rib-cages; yet the blessing of Eternity was giving the illusion –sometimes, at least–; as if they were still there: Inside that Temple dedicated to a demanding God, surrounded by the fragrances of flowers & wines just as now those accompanied their table… & she was still the same: naive but with no more to lose in the vicissitudes of perpetual existence.

If the God would have appreciated her own blood, Emilia sometimes assumed she would have gladly given it to him…  –It was perhaps another illusive assumption of her mind, but the idea of knowing how life had been stripped of all meaning beneath agony to accept both slopes of Fate. To end the wretched servitude to a Tyrant, one way or another…

What may have seen on her that night? The following ones? Those she started to permanently being around & seek his company the more & more of their existence were entangling against each other like daring roses, unafraid of their own thorns? What had he seen the first time he would hold her hand just as now?

Emilia can’t help but bite her lower lip, moving a little more closer to the Hemomancer & leaning against his form, seeking solace in an almost sweet manner. The hold of her hand tightens as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as if to memorize his ever unforgettable fragrance. It almost makes her chuckle a little bit; he didn’t smell like the Blood God anymore, did he? & this was not the crumbling temple but the fanciest living room one of their many manors could archive. Any aristocrat would envy the fortunes & richness of this little personal haven she liked to call ‘Tea Room’. “Sometimes, I still remember when affection was so new between us.” the Enchantress dares to confess, nuzzling gently against him & relishing in the thought she was the only one capable to come this close to his warmth, delighting in the absolute candor on every single one of his actions.

“How I was craving to kiss you & hold your hand… you seemed a little too elusive, reluctant... & even bittersweet sometimes.” There weren’t bad emotions in her words, in fact – there was a little hint of an amused smile before guiding his hand holding hers close to her lips to kiss his knuckles gently. “I think my heart was about to jump out of my chest the first time you held my hand, the first embrace I almost lost my ability to breathe.”

Now there was laughter coming, feeling the blush dancing up to her ears. Reviving memories always felt as if those were merely some days of difference, still fresh & candid. “I thought you would eventually grow tired of my presence around you, Mon Lion. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already~”

#~~♫ #Crowns of Gold & Roses #heredis sanguinis

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The white feline with crimson eyes approached the black cat, sitting himself down next to her.

“Tell me, is this your doing, mi reina?” Red orbs focussing on the other. “Did you ask the Gray Ones to let me share in your experiences?”

{ ⟡ } —  Both her surprise & amusement were so evidently dancing in her golden gaze as walking around her beloved with a slow pace, that it was impressive a Cheshire smile hasn't found its path into the spell. Seemly smaller in shape than him, & yet making up for it being terribly fluffy, it didn't take long for Emilia to nuzzle lovingly against her adored hemomancer now turned Cat.

"Truthfully, Rey Mio, I cannot confess nor deny my doing in this. You know I'm able to normally shapeshift... & yet here I'm trapped in this body, with you now... I was honestly just chasing birds before delighting my eyes on you, I would call it Destiny ~ ♥." There's a purr underneath the silken voice, she's still a mischievous witch, yet her adoration shines when the snuggling continues & even the grooming.

"I'm actually blissful they were so considered to not leave lonely in this little curse!" She pats gently in the ground, appearing a bowl with tasty caviar, with the intention to share. "My magic is still intact, is yours too, my Red Diamond?"

#Local LeKitty is going to groom & nuzzle local Catimir into doom #It's Snuggle Day for him x'D #also can't deny she's probably innerly laughing at this destiny! #heredis sanguinis #Cat M!A #heredis-sanguinis #Crowns of Gold & Roses

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽. / @heredis-sanguinis​

A surprised look came from the galactic prince. His star-touched locks barely covering the red glow that came from his right eye. With his left hand he pulled up the cowl from his attire slightly, before silently letting his golden-covered digits write out in stardust “Why?”

Yes, she should know why he was hesitant. The corruption was most prominent there. To place herself so close to him alone was enough of an enigma to the devourer.

{ ⟡ } — Glowing & portraying the light of stars; her golden hues are focused on every action & so reading the word makes the Cosmic Enchantress chuckled. It sounds like the dance of galaxies as she moves closer, amethyst & sapphire stardust following the parsimonious flows of her dress, as if this was barely formed out of celestial embodiment.

Her hands simply hold the one writing the words & bring it close to her own dark lips, kissing the back & his wrist. 🙶Do I really need to give you a reason, Mijn Geliefde Ster?🙷  Her voice is ever soft-spoken, but still dancing in the echoes of power, dulcet reverberating at every word. 🙶Isn’t an ‘I miss you’ enough?🙷

Delicately, she guides the hand to her cheek, leaning into the touch with endearment.

🙶The universe is solely eternal coldness without you. 🙷

#Odyssey LeBlanc / Cosmic LeBlanc #II I said I was going to reply to all; & here I AM REPLYING TO ALL ♥ #HAVE 1 #-Throws reply at her- #heredis sanguinis #Crowns of Gold & Roses

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Only a shade, whispers in her ear: “E m i l y”

It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

[ ♡ ] — “Oh n-no ~ ♡ ” The voice behind the casted figure sends shivers running down her spine, opening her eyes in surprise & making her heart flutter almost immediately at the sweet nickname, while endearing thoughts fill her mind & even if it's just a shade, Emilia was almost certain who was the culprit behind the subtle Grey Magic. The name is so saccharine & cute... It makes her feel so nice that she shies away, slightly holding into the armchair & puncturing the suede with her nails while biting her lips, & even closing her eyes.

Inevitably, it melts her entirely.

"Please, My Dearest~...Mon Tresor..." She whispers with a blush crowning her features, the quill in her hand trembling almost as if about to fall. "...You k-...know well....how that name makes me feel... are you going to torture me like this?~♡"

So warm, cuddly, soft, gentle, timid ....all that she usually is not, yet doesn't refrain to feel if it's him.

@heredis-sanguinis​  ♡

#I know it's you Cella <v< #How d a r e him~ knowing how she melts if he calls her like that #cutestmostendearingnicknaaame #iloveit #Emilia is basically the equivalent with this nickname to me when I'm called angel ajdoajda now that I think about it x'D #Crowns of Gold & Roses #heredis-sanguinis #you E v i l ~ ♥ #I bet he won't continue UwU

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@heredis-sanguinis​ whispered: Askbox Roulette!

[ ♦ ] - Crimson rose-scented candles preserve the romantic era in the middle of the luxurious & ostentatious bathroom. Bright gold & lustrous marble, porcelain & flowers everywhere as even a gramophone somewhere in the spacious chamber offered symphonies specifically chosen to suit his tastes. There's never enough richness to pamper her beloved Emperor she presumed, as even a pair of glasses of red wine were peacefully sitting  in the border of the bathtub now filled with bubbles.

"I hope I haven't been short on my selections for this evening, Amado Rey mio." The Enchantress whispers with faux concern, looking up at him playfully while leaning her back comfortably against his chest & her hands sought for his own; wishing to embrace herself with his arm. 

"Does this please you~?" 

Somewhere, among the bubbles in the huge bathtub, there were also a couple of duckies floating around...which strikingly ressembled both of them.

#I can't believe I have finally a place for LeQuack & Vladuckie to be #kek #love you Cella ♥ have fluff (???) while you kill my kokoro on angst #Crowns of Gold & Roses #heredis-sanguinis

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@heredis-sanguinis​ whispered:  💋 💋 💋 💋 💋

Send 💋 for my muse to kiss yours ~ ♥

[ ♦ ] - Dainty porcelain fingertips caress the crimson lapels, tracing the borders as if taking her time to delight at the moment, leaning into the side of his neck to appreciate the oh-so craved & missed cologne. The fragrant makes her shiver, pressing her body delicately closer to his own. Her shapely legs embrace his hips softly, & Emilia doesn't know what provokes more tingles down her spine: if the sensation of his attire's fabric against her bare skin or the velvety scarlet suede of the divan.

The sound of his deep-contained laugher becomes a melody rivaling with the gramophone's symphonies, & her face is crowned with a blush that doesn't belong to embarrassment nor it's a symbol of anger, but it's a hint of all the emotions swirling over the encounter. Once again, her heartbeat is intensely calling for his own & the Sorceress sinks in the beauty of his presence, of his familiarity, of how balanced everything feels when he's there. Forgetting about all her dark power, affection becomes the best illusionist as making her feel like the most fragile butterfly in his grasp, & even in this manner, she's fascinated. 

Carefully as if not wishing to break the moment, her eyes seek to encounter his own, wishing to sink in the bloody-ruby pools forming on the paleness of his glare. There's a brief moment of hesitation, a single instant that makes her feel uncorrupted, untouched by malice, and yet there she is once more falling in the Devil's charm & looking for a so desired kiss that could express all. 

Her arms embracing his neck, her hands delicately bathing on the silver cascade of his hair. In the sole gesture, she hopes there could be thousands of silent words, all expressing her love & need. 

Please don't go... Please stay with me, don't leave me again... 

The gesture deepens & all her senses are overwhelmed by him. In her world of lies and million masks, only the reddest rose of her garden remains real & beloved. It makes her frightened & intrigued, marveled by the thought, by the certainty of the emotion playing the strings of her heart like the sweetest puppet master.Delicately, the contact is broken. 

Her gaze falling on his own, her lipstick almost faded. When did she become breathless in his arms? Time is but a mere concept, measured solely by their time together...

"I missed you, Rey mio." It's all she whispers, softly as if it were a secret only meant for his ears to hear as pressing her forehead against his own tenderly in a gesture meant only for a close one as her hands entwine behind his neck, & there’s not enough time to say another word when her lips seek for his own once more.

#Crowns of Gold & Roses #heredis-sanguinis #ll All the kisses for her Dark Prince~ ♥ ll

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what is your throne made of ? 

♦ G O L D ♦

those who rule from a throne of gold lead their people fiercely and courageously. even when they feel unfit to rule, they soldier on and never let their fears weaken any aspect of their reign. they value bravery over all other assets. although they care for their people with a burning loyalty, they also believe that violence is sometimes necessary, a symbol of strength to protect the kingdom when it is threatened.

Tagged: Stolen ; again I’m your local Rose-Crowned Queen of Thieves :3c  ~ Tagging: His Majesty: @the-windweaver ; il Mio Amato Re: @heredis-sanguinis ; Be a Queen with me~: @piltover-sharpshooter​ ; Bella Principessa: @thegoldentigress​ ; Beaux Dieux de la Nature: @kumihao​ & @charmer-with-ten-tails​ • & everybody else who wishes to do it ♦

#Did I just used this to put crowns on you all~ well yes; my darlings UvU #• Throws kisses from her throne of Gold • #dash games #Let's pretend her hair is black on the gif or is just ravenborn k? uwu