𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. vahaedar whiteford, the spare heir / boy or man whom knows too much. he/it, bisexual with no lean. writ by care: freshly eighteen, they/she, demi — girl lesbian.
no questions, but curiosity. this was rare, surely; for her—- or father, rather, the man with the messenger bride—- to offer as much. to him, on top of it all. 〝 i shall get dressed. wait outside, will you ? 〞
calm, optics open with a bolt. he nods, slightly … not allowing himself to appear weak. not in front of her. too early, too aggressive. but he endures it o' so well. 〝 i'm awake, mother. have i duties ? 〞
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〝 no worries, darling, i am aware your preferences don’t include men. but staying close is a good idea. 〞 grin emerges, provoking, gaze cast downwards in order to view her. the vampire’s on her mind. he knows it.
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lips twist into a vague smirk. 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, or perhaps the opposite. knuckles form fist.〝 and, are you proposing we go abed 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? 〞blush ruses cheek momentarily, when fiend comes to mind, then————she ignores the »
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〝 i’m certain she often does. 〞 for family was a wound. digits flex a blade, hand chosen revealed. brother hit the jackpot. in vahaedar’s eyes, he always did. emrys, who meant something in mother’s eyes—- she loathed him, yes, …
… and yet her faith rested in the hands of him. emrys, who was to be the king. emrys, who wanted none of it, and who had done nothing to earn it. that dear brother of his was an imbecile. he always would be. dagger reveals, …
… 〝 shan’t we enjoy this sight for sore eyes, my queen? perhaps we shall even go to sleep afterwards, and travel on the morrow. i find i have started to grow tired. haven’t you? 〞
and vahaedar 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 observes. it is the duty he’s chosen, and one he does well. two pairs of digits connect, and the two being one helps him in his … research. sundown nears them, but he enjoys the skies upon such times. …
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entwines digits with @roticides's, seated 'neath the sunset. light shining upon them is no blessing. it means they've lost track 'o time.〝 shall we go now? 〞orbits, doe———eyed, flutter, shiny with tears unwept, albeit such only is »
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… onto something in silence, and an item actually was held. the thing went from one hand to another, until the mixing stopped. he beamed. 〝 pick a hand, brother, serve me so i can 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 the realm. 〞
〝 to our dear mother, i sent a raven, you see. 〞 smile tugs lips. 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 rings ever so truthful. vahaedar had been gone for a good while, now—- away in all his shenanigans. apparently, however, …
… too. 〞 that shit—eating grin keeps its appearance, psychopathic nature somewhat touched. two empty hands hide behind his own back, then, as if one had a reward, or as if they both had different gifts. one hand, discreet, grasped …