Sailor Kissu
Serf
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- Age
- 33
Hellur. F/30+/EST. MxM only. Please be 25+ when inquiring. All characters 18+
Pairings Bold is me
Knight x Prince
Toxic Pop Star x Childhood friend(maybe exes) whose a Therapist
Popular x Outcast
Prince x Rival Prince
Vampire x Vampire
*Interest: *
Enemies to lovers
Best friends to lovers
Childhood Friends
Medieval
...Modern Day (pending)
Soulmates
Angst
Power struggle
Ex-lovers
Polar Opposites (Super into playing against heart of gold kinda of character with a little edge)
Redemption arcs
chaotic adventures
- 1x1 Originals
- Be active in the planning process.
- Be creative. Please act, and REact in your posts.
- I am what the back in my day was called, "Lazy Lit"
- I am a versatile roleplayer. I can be whatever is called for, but I'd hope the same from my partner. I do tend to enjoy a more submissive-switchy role.
- Please have samples of your writing.
- I enjoy exploring dark themes
- Anime face claims only please.
Pairings Bold is me
Knight x Prince
Toxic Pop Star x Childhood friend(maybe exes) whose a Therapist
Popular x Outcast
Prince x Rival Prince
Vampire x Vampire
*Interest: *
Enemies to lovers
Best friends to lovers
Childhood Friends
Medieval
...Modern Day (pending)
Soulmates
Angst
Power struggle
Ex-lovers
Polar Opposites (Super into playing against heart of gold kinda of character with a little edge)
Redemption arcs
chaotic adventures
Those astute eyes knew what his body was feeling. The welling tension in his loins, blood rushing in his manhood, the temperature of his body rapidly rising, and his breaths shallow. He could barely lock eyes with the monstrous man for more than a few seconds before wandering literally anywhere else. There was a voice that shouted at him to leave, that he was going to be taken as Zarrow's lover for the night. His claws lightly dug into the sheets, considering the idea before it was too late. But there was a braver or perhaps foolish voice inside him that solidified him staying. He was curious if the dark one would cross that line. Wanted him to. That cursed creature's voice had shifted into a seductive tone, feeding the voice that wanted to play in the dark.
The bridge between light and dark…he liked the sound of that. It would be a reunion the world had never seen. Imagine the vast knowledge that would be shared between the two opposite cultures, creating one of Twilight where the living and dead could live in harmony. Ushering a new type of life that would change the world as they knew it. That sounded…too good to be true. Cepos was in a haze, entranced by the world their budding union would give birth too. He hadn't noticed the Count's hand procure something from his pocket. The faint cold that loomed around his neck had freed him from the dream, a look of panic took over his countenance. He was being collared! It was a trap! He wasn't being taken as a lover but a slave! His eyes grew wide , tightly grabbing both of Zarrow's wrists with one hand. That son of a-
Lord Cepos.
No amount of silky pleasantries would save Zarrow from the verbal lashing Cepos was prepared to give. Even weakened he was prepared to fight, spending the rest of his lives removing this god forsaken choker. He growled as the darkling spoke, the other hand reaching to touch the shackles he found himself in. Wait a moment. It was no shackle at all. It was an interwoven thread, and from it hung a familiar case. The threatening rumble ceased, his ears twisted forward to listen carefully to every word.
Zarrow recited the pact between them in an official manner. But what followed shocked the Basta to his very core. He returned the jewel. He actually returned it. The wish from earlier had partially come true. It was his again. The voice of doubt rang again, it was just the case. There was no way a darkling would risk returning something so sacred that Cepos could run off within the day. His wide eyes narrowed in skepticism, releasing Zarrow's wrists to open the box, holding a hand directly underneath, expecting nothing to fall out.
The box clicked open, immediately lighting up the room as the small sapphire landed in the center of his palm. He really did return it. Cepos couldn't look up. His wavy bangs were a curtain hiding his watery eyes. Damnit, Kings didn't cry. Kings especially didn't cry in front of other Kings. Especially Zarrow. His hair could hide his tears, but not the repeated sniffles. "...D-Damnit…" His hand balled into a fist around the gem, lightly punching Zarrow in his chest. "...D-Darklings aren't supposed to be this k-kind."
Curse Zarrow for making it so hard to stay true to Au Ra. Curse him for changing his mind. To think, the hardest part of the journey wasn't opposing Zarrow, but accepting he was a good being at heart. He wasn't perfect; he was a slaver, thief, and murderer. But all to bring his people salvation. Cepos couldn't bring himself to hate him. If his people had fallen on hard times, would have forsaken Au Ra and treaded the steps of Au Lunar? Cepos didn't mind Zarrow moving in closer. He didn't mind at all. In fact it just made it easier for him to slowly look up, and run his moist tongue vertically across Zarrow's lips. Something of a kiss, and thanks. Immediately after, he retreated, burrowing his tear stained face in Zarrow's chest.
The bridge between light and dark…he liked the sound of that. It would be a reunion the world had never seen. Imagine the vast knowledge that would be shared between the two opposite cultures, creating one of Twilight where the living and dead could live in harmony. Ushering a new type of life that would change the world as they knew it. That sounded…too good to be true. Cepos was in a haze, entranced by the world their budding union would give birth too. He hadn't noticed the Count's hand procure something from his pocket. The faint cold that loomed around his neck had freed him from the dream, a look of panic took over his countenance. He was being collared! It was a trap! He wasn't being taken as a lover but a slave! His eyes grew wide , tightly grabbing both of Zarrow's wrists with one hand. That son of a-
Lord Cepos.
No amount of silky pleasantries would save Zarrow from the verbal lashing Cepos was prepared to give. Even weakened he was prepared to fight, spending the rest of his lives removing this god forsaken choker. He growled as the darkling spoke, the other hand reaching to touch the shackles he found himself in. Wait a moment. It was no shackle at all. It was an interwoven thread, and from it hung a familiar case. The threatening rumble ceased, his ears twisted forward to listen carefully to every word.
Zarrow recited the pact between them in an official manner. But what followed shocked the Basta to his very core. He returned the jewel. He actually returned it. The wish from earlier had partially come true. It was his again. The voice of doubt rang again, it was just the case. There was no way a darkling would risk returning something so sacred that Cepos could run off within the day. His wide eyes narrowed in skepticism, releasing Zarrow's wrists to open the box, holding a hand directly underneath, expecting nothing to fall out.
The box clicked open, immediately lighting up the room as the small sapphire landed in the center of his palm. He really did return it. Cepos couldn't look up. His wavy bangs were a curtain hiding his watery eyes. Damnit, Kings didn't cry. Kings especially didn't cry in front of other Kings. Especially Zarrow. His hair could hide his tears, but not the repeated sniffles. "...D-Damnit…" His hand balled into a fist around the gem, lightly punching Zarrow in his chest. "...D-Darklings aren't supposed to be this k-kind."
Curse Zarrow for making it so hard to stay true to Au Ra. Curse him for changing his mind. To think, the hardest part of the journey wasn't opposing Zarrow, but accepting he was a good being at heart. He wasn't perfect; he was a slaver, thief, and murderer. But all to bring his people salvation. Cepos couldn't bring himself to hate him. If his people had fallen on hard times, would have forsaken Au Ra and treaded the steps of Au Lunar? Cepos didn't mind Zarrow moving in closer. He didn't mind at all. In fact it just made it easier for him to slowly look up, and run his moist tongue vertically across Zarrow's lips. Something of a kiss, and thanks. Immediately after, he retreated, burrowing his tear stained face in Zarrow's chest.
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