❚ 𝖇𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 . 𖤐⠀ 𝄒 𝒉eart.

So what exactly do you do on your accounts? I don't understand if it's roleplay or something else?

@STVRLORE       &.      just two accounts and, no worries. 

Omg thank you for the votes- You didn't have too!

/  need to worship it. 

              ⠀O2.      and suddenly they were everywhere, those thoughts. chasing her, prying at her. like a whisper, something dark and ugly reared its head, a searing hunger scraping the back of his mind. beneath the mask, his lips were dry, and the urge to wet them nearly overtook him.      what was she like? out in the open, where the world could see her?       in the quiet privacy of her home?
            or beneath soft, rumpled sheets, when the world was silent and she lay bathed in shadows?    what was she like.. 
            
            in rough arms.
            against a broad chest.
            held.
            
            the soldier in him twisted. this was dangerous. a minefield waiting to explode beneath his boots. and yet,            könig kept walking the edge. he wanted her secrets, her lies, her treachery, her pain. not because he was a good man. never that. but because corruption had been carved into him, sharp and cruel, and it was the only language he knew. it had kept him alive on the battlefield, always one step ahead of the enemy. he shifted uncomfortably, once, then twice. long legs sprawled as he leaned back, body wound tight with tension that twisted like a coil in his stomach. the air in the room was stifling, artificial and stale, robbing him of the cool air he craved.          his blood simmered beneath his skin, and he burned with how warm it was getting.
            
            “i don’t have to answer that.”     his voice came low, rough, a threat lurking in the spaces between his words.
            
            “i’m sure you know the details by now. it’s right where it should be,         in my file. but you knew that already, didn’t you?” accusation cut through the air like a blade, sharp and precise. but beneath it, buried deep in the marrow of his bones, was discomfort. was exposure. was vulnerability.     and that terrified him most of all.

@inlecebra             O1.              mask on,
                  FUCKIN’  MASK ON.  ❜        it was a simple tactic, a crucial detail that no matter where he was or who surrounded him, the mask remained on. such simplicity was never enduring for humans; they questioned, they pried, until their sloppy fingers came away with fragile things shattered to pieces. ⎯⎯—humanity.    desperation was the skin of mankind. and in that room? as the dim light cast a dull sheen across the walls, the air thickened with a sickening sweetness. her presence. enigmatic and sharp, lingering like smoke. the clock ticked on, relentless, and grey lightning peaked through the curtains, warning könig of his own stark mood.
            
            ⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀  MUNDANE, NAY? 
            
            the earth always shifted at the vibration of his soul, shockwaves rippling through the air, sizzling against his skin like static. he missed it. the outdoor freedom, the cool bite of natural air, the lush skies and the birdsong that softened the edges of his mind. but that reminder came hurdling back, jagged and sharp.              ALAINA GREY ⎯⎯—.    his hooded eyes never left her. he watched as she spoke, observed the shape of her words, the way she held herself. he hated that she dared to question him, hated the way her presence pulled at something frayed inside him. he was spiraling, falling from a great height. the wind howled as he plummeted, a violent rush that sucked the breath from his lungs. he was drowning in it, the gnawing gravity that festered in his ribs, the thing that clawed at him from beneath his armor.           his gaze lingered, tracing her sharp features, dragging over the curves that softened her edges.

@Seungswifeyy     &.        yep, yep.     >3

&.      forgot to mention,       könig’s lore is posted below and interwoven with rurik’s.      so be sure to check out.       it’s all the way at the bottom buried. (: 

&.      ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS THAT ALL THE THEME COMPLIMENTS BURIED MY ROLEPLAYS YOOOO 

&.                let the true horrors and, the addictive games..  BEGIN !