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@darklores ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎thanks cutie!! <3

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it is. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*her voice softened into a whisper from the awe at the sight in front of her. the patter of rain against the window followed a gentle rhythm, and the warmth of rurik at her back eased her muscles to melt against him. alaina could almost smell the earth even from the distance, feel the prickly grass beneath her feet, but the comfort inside was too cherishable to leave. her head lolled against rurik's chest, curling into his heat whilst her hands raked over his forearm, tracing lines and curves at a pace that spoke everything of the time they had. she couldn't help but smile.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you have a beautiful home.

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*with a sigh signaling defeat, she planted her feet back onto the wooden floor, the muscles in her arm aching from being stretched for so long. the tree they got was not ginormous by any means, just tall enough to look celebratory, which is why she had taken it upon herself to decorate it in her free time, not seeing the need for any equipment of sorts to place the star and finish off the look. alaina passed the star to rurik with a soft frown, bracing her hands on her hips. part of her wasn't surprised that she could barely graze the pine leaves at the top, yet she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, not without taking a half-hearted jab. if it landed her in trouble, then so be it. ever so sweetly did she ask him,* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎need a lift?

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BIWI OMG PLSSSSSS

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@inlecebra    &.    biwi no. 1 ;D

⠀⠀⠀    ﹝   ︡…    ﹞ ⠀⠀ she deemed hunger unworthy. he could hear it, feel the steady thrum of her pulse⎯⎯yet his fingertips had not yet made contact with her mouth. sverrir held a piece of freshly cut peach, and the faint, sweet tang of it filled the room.       ’twas her room; he had deemed it fit for her to stay. it was infuriating, the notion that their situation felt no different from hades and his capture of persephone. perhaps, he was no god of the underworld upon this earth, but he liked to believe he was different. even if that difference came in his own, twisted ways. the cinch of rebellion was met with a snarl that did not rise beyond his clenched jaw, teeth grinding against his molars.           the creature edged closer, fully surrendering to a dedication unbecoming of him. with his left hand still gloved, he reached for her arm, pulling the woman at once upon his lap. he settled her there, unsettled himself by the searing heat of her skin melting against his own.
            
            “eat!” ⠀⠀⠀    ﹝   ︡…    ﹞ ⠀⠀    pushing the fruit toward her mouth, he secured his left hand at the nape of her neck, fingers gripping the tender flesh with a firm, unyielding hold.           “i will not have you starved to death in my realm.” but it was maddening. the mortal had never been meant to exist in his world, nor he to ever make contact with hers. it upset the balance of the living land, and his own, erupting chaos where order once reigned. chaos he knew he would spend countless hours restoring.

@EYIKILL ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*burning ire within the depths of her glare refused to diminish as she regarded the man knelt too close to her face. the rippling sensation of contained aggression shook alaina from underneath, but the tone he spoke with carried a finality she dared not question. not with her words yet, though her body carried the message clearly. her muscles stiffened under the indecision of how to carry forwards, but with a shaky inhale through her nose that hitched ever eo slightly, her face tilted an inch away from him, signaling that rebellion was still present in the air.*

@EYIKILL ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*the furrow between her brows represented her confusion at his words, parting her mouth with a contemplating mind questioning his whereabouts.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎or perhaps ‎ ‎ ‎/you're/ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the real danger here. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*alaina spoke before she could think much of her words. it wasn't like her to speak with the sharpness that she did, yet the crass attitude of his pushed her to.*

@EYIKILL ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not disrespect, only a suggestion. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*indifference, a quality evident in his words, was mirrored by her flat tone whilst standing beside him in the elevator. had it always been this slow?* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎mortal or not means little to me, we're in the same place anyways.

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*rhythmic clicking of keys slowed to a stop as she paused with her work, gently lowering the screen shut to indulge rurik with her attention. an eyebrow raised in challenge, legs moving to splay over his lap in a lazy attempt to pull herself closer. his question was a blatant lie that neither of them believed, he was nothing if not meticulous and alaina knew that, even his desperation and obsession finely detailed in how they revealed themselves, thus she didn't entertain the query. resting her elbow on the back of the couch, her face rested in her hand with a tilt of her head, a growing smile on her lips that she couldn't contain. awaiting the surprise yet his presence warmed her from the inside and all she felt these days was joy, liquid the way it travelled from her head to toes alike. he just made it possible and easy, two things alaina hadn't believed in for a long time.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you'd have to bear the weight of my disappointment.. for eternity.

⠀⠀⠀   there was a wide expansion of his chest. a ceaseless laugh slipped free, silent in its indulgence. he sat upon the leather couch, legs sprawled before him, spread as though the comfort of the entire world belonged to him alone. rurik watched alaina closely, weighing her words as he deciphered them. meanwhile, he had come prepared. stitched into the lining of his suit jacket, hidden within an inner pocket, rested a small velvet blue box. inside lay a matching set of pure gold bands, forged to satisfy every rule of their marriage. yet the rings were born less of obligation and more of obsession. rurik staked his claim openly, ensuring no other man could ever presume ownership over what was his. ⠀⠀⠀⠀﹝ ︡… ﹞⠀⠀ “pick wisely, huh?” he mocked, leaning further back. “and if i didn’t?”

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎where's the fun if i have to ask for it? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*a half-hearted jab mumbled by alaina, offering a questioning look out of the mood to tease him more than anything. her hands stayed busy clicking on her keyboard and her face turned back to the glaring light of the computer screen, a stretch of her legs easing the tension in them as she replied. the awry tone carrying her dry sarcasm were certainly a change from her typical self, yet in the need a break from the constraints of work, this mild satisfaction would suffice.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i wouldn't mind one though.. so pick wisely, husband.

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you'll find out. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*more so than heard, she made sure the words were felt in the near negligible space between their faces. alaina's smile held one hundred secrets, all she was sure could be decoded only by him in seconds, the true intent restrained behind dark eyes. both her hands lifted to hold his face tenderly, reveling in the scratch of the short stubble underneath the softness. it wasn't that he was wrong, not entirely, she had been wanting him to entertain her queries regarding the unique nature of differences from humans for a long time, but what a good disguise.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now, open up.