Daedric Lord of Debauchery, Hedonism and other big words
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@LadyofDecay_ He gives her cool fingers a loving squeeze.
“I’m glad you think thusly my dear. Now, shall we finish our drink and go to find the meal your servants have left us?”
@LadyofDecay_ He smiles warmly at his lover, pulling her into his lap and pressing his lips to her cool cheek.
“Excellent my sweet. I do so enjoy our little soirées into the realm of the mortals. They really do linen up the millennia’s.”
@LadyofDecay_ “I would, quite literally, be magical yes.” He said with a chuckle, kissing her back.
“I think that would all be a lovely idea, I am rather peckish. Hopefully your servants have left something for us to dine upon.”
@LadyofDecay_ ��� No I wasn’t complaining darling. I approve of the decor. It would be interesting however, to see the humans engage in debauchery as their flesh toys and decays.”
He smiles at her. “In a moment I think we ought go for a walk and see.”
@LadyofDecay_ He reaches over to a quickly decaying corpse, plucking the tankard from its withering fingers before draining it of its contents in one gulp. Casting it aside, he watched as it quickly began to rust and decay.
“Oh no!” He said, casting his gaze around the quickly rotting room—
@LadyofDecay_ “My my, and I thought I knew how to make an enterance.” He commented with a grin as he swirled the contents of the bottle.
Pecking her alabaster cheek as she sat down in his lap he paused to take another drink.
“My sweet, I may be drunk. But I am never, ever, too drunk to—
@LadyofDecay_ — a plush looking seat in the corner and sitting back in it.
“Ahh... have you tried any of it darling? It’s excellent.”
As though he wouldn’t recognize his lovers voice.
@LadyofDecay_ “I suppose not.” He conceded, stroking his chin.
Accepting the bottle, he took a drink of its potent contents.
Savouring its taste, he smacked his lips together before kissing the mortal on the forehead.
“It’s exquisite my love, thank you Nami.” He said, striding towards—
@LadyofDecay_ He crossed his robed arms over his chest, glaring at her.
“You are not one of my servants. Nor are you one of my lady of decay. Who are you, pretender? An agent of my brother Molag, or Sheogorath?”
@LadyofDecay_ He towers over her, red eyes burning in anger as the other mortals in the room scatter away from them.
“I don’t care who you are, I was having the most wonder dream when you dragged me from my bed. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rend your flesh and ferment your body?!”
@LadyofDecay_ — bed and into the cold, loud air of the tavern.
In a black silk robe, he rose to his feet and bellowed .
“Damnit! Who dares summon me!?”
@LadyofDecay_ He was passed out drunk in his own realm, in a bed of rose petals and velvet.
The experience of being summoned to Nirn was never one he particularly enjoyed, much less so when it was waking him up. It made the hairs on his arms stand upright as he was dragged out of his warm—
@LadyofDecay_ The warmth of a drunk emanates from his body as he cuddles his beloved close. Kissing the top of her pure ebony crown he smiles. “And I love you too Lady Namira.”