balekin(g)

﹝ EX-ASSASSIN.﹞I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me. / bi-colored eyes king. (r: silver, l: brown)

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

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⠀⠀ ◜ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓
𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑈𝑅𝐸.
—梦蝶—

ⅰ. storytellers .
ⅱ. tribrid — orgasm-bringer .
ⅲ. dark/mature themes .
iv. ships w chem.

➟ ⠀⠀⠀ #dd ╱ #Mᴀɴᴀᴘʜʏ

[초심이 @mirukuta1mu]

솔직히ㅈ간지

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK + envious.” He nipped at her earlobe. “But as you wish…” he withdrew his hands slowly.

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

Balekin had a night off.
It was a rare thing, even rarer that he was here and not visiting his twin, but since Balekin had found the house empty, he had guessed that Flora was either here or working.
It had not been difficult to find his twin among the crowd, too close to the +

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK “Shame.” He hummed, a smug smile forming on his face as his hand slid up her stomach, brushing underneath a boob but being considered so that his touch did not break further limits before his ringed hand closed around her throat—resting, not squeezing. “I like to make them +

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK *ON. /
+ they had that with everyone in the realm, truly. “

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

Someone in the castle was going to d*e.
That’s why Balekin had taken advantage of his identical twin’s looks and borrowed a uniform.
Down corridors he passed, ignored by royals that had a table to fill their greedy full bellies, to distract their simple minds with a new way of+

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK Balekin stepped back to let her work, but following the process to learn. Even if he had no drop of healing magic within him, he liked to know.

“So the idea of royals fucking their sworn guards is fake? I thought it was the power imbalance what was a sort of turn off.” Though +

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK + contenders for dance partners.

“The male ego is so fragile,” he speaks near her ear, breath fanning over her neck as his hands traced the curves of her body. Taunting the watchers maybe —- he had his own humour. Too. “How do you deal with it daily?”

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK And that one was him. For some reason.
Balekin’s hands fell upon her waist, still trying to find an answer as to why a princess would waste her time with him.
At her question, he twirled her, bringing her back flush into the front of his body so she could see the envious +

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK + your lover?”

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK Balekin simply watched, impressed. Never did he think he would see a princess get her hands dirty, especially for a guard.
“You seem to care a great deal about that guard of yours,” he hummed as he trailed her to the basements, following her for some unknown reason. “Is he also +

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK she had come to him. Why? He cast a glance over her shoulder, where men glared with envy. He frowned slightly but stepped forward to join her.

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK Balekin hesitated, even with his hand held, even if she looked like a goddess with her hair down and tousled due to her fingers having been through it. Goodness, she was gorgeous.

“Your Highness doesn’t have enough contenders for dance partners?” She did, she clearly did, but +

[⛧ @luxnoira]

they better keep yones boob window in his new design its extremely serious to me.

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK + a frown. Balekin held his chin up, confident. “Don’t the maesters make the tonics?” He asked once they were out of earshot.

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK Balekin wanted to curse. The gardens. Perhaps he could slip away there. She would be safe within the walls of her castle—why did these pompous royals need guards 24/7?

“Of course,” he mumbled, following along without another look to the guard, who was eyeing his scar with +

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK + him suspiciously. “Where do you wanna go?” Balekin quickly asked Madeleine, to get the hell away. “… Your highness.”

[balekin(g) @FIERYL4ND]

@ABITEBACK to speak, to announce his exit, but the guard announced that her personal guard—Lasriel—was sick and it’d be safer if the princess stayed away for the day.
With none other than ‘Flora’ tasked to guard her.

“What?” He blurted out before realising, which made the man look at +