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Velin:
The one beneath him truly was such a beautiful creature and his questions and unexpected responses continued to catch him off guard. When he actually felt his touch against his cheek it was not unwelcome, though somehow it still hurt, such tenderness. His brow creased deeply when Enchanter's eyes were not on his, taunting him with such words, making his imagination run in all different directions. What if Enchanter needs him to grind and eat his bones to add a little extra lifespan for himself, or what if Enchanter needs him because he was lonely and broken just like him. Though surely the reality was he was just a bored creature passing the time. "You say it so mercilessly... how easily I'm discarded. There's no other way I see for us..." He didn't mask his melancholy as he stared down at nothing. "No one needs me unless I force it. No one stays unless they can't escape. The word Master has never been one of endearment but scorn towards me. So I only..." He struggled to continue, his nails returned to their usual shape, digging into the sheets, struggling with memories of the man beside them saying kind things to him, so so long ago. Velin did have people around him who loved, or had loved him, but this one man's rejection of him (and his wife's for a time) with years of isolation could only make him feel otherwise. "I could never trust you, Enchanter. But if I could have made you call me master, then I could have deluded myself into believing you love me... all over again." Velin couldn't bear the figure of Balthameul anymore, it completely vanished, though the blood remained, somehow comforting as if he were less naked and less alone with it. He'd begin to crawl away from Enchanter too, defeated.

Enchanter:
"I never asked for trust."

Though Velin slipped off to crawl away, strong arms captured around that slender waist to torment that lonely body with the warmth of his own. From behind, that presumptuous creature brushed lips against his captor's neck, laying there with the other male quite comfortably. There was a gentleness in that embrace that betrayed the brutality the silver haired man had displayed, begging the question of what his true intentions were.

The blood stains on the sheets starting to turn a sickly black, the liquid raising from the fabric, coiling like smouldering paper burning against the surface. The edges coiled, kissed with a stunning markless white that crumbled against an outstretched hand that dragged along the tainted flickers of ash. Lifting up, guiding weightlessly away from the sheets once tormented with red, leaving nothing but a stainless fabric beside them, so empty without the beauty of the blood.

"You see no other way for us, yet I see countless possibilities."

The hand that had chased away the memories of jaded red soon captured Velin's fingers, intertwining them with his own. The powdered black tainting over each slender finger to coat the digits with that smudged colour, each granual shifting against the skin as if driven by a breeze, forming a visible shape against his wrist, a black rose marking the flesh with petals baring unknowable complexities.

"What do you desire?"

Velin:
His heart raced with Enchanter holding him, another slight shiver down his back with the caress against his neck. In silence he watched the other work, the loudest sound still the heart beat in his own ears. Again such words that filled him with hope. With a little worry he watched the last of the transformed blood take shape upon him, but realising in the end it was a harmless beautiful gift he admired it. Why did Enchanter ask him such things? When still he knew nothing of the other. He turned in his hold, hands coming to gently hold the others face with eyes of such longing and beseeching mixed with his worry and insecurity. "For you to stay with me, longer than he ever did. All the love I've wanted to give him, can I give to you instead?"

Enchanter:
With the gift of that dark rose accepted, the silver haired Shadow Master could not help but tilt his head to brush soft lips against that black mark, with even the slightest touch from him it shifted and rippled as if it were oil ontop of water suddenly shifting to the command of the breeze. Even though it seemed to bend to his touch, scatter in chaos and swirl shapelessly, as soon as those lips pulled back, the blackness formed back into the original shape of the rose, still upon Velin's skin, unyielding to the presence of another.

The most stunning blue hue of the ocean on a clear, sunny day seemed like a disappointing comparison to those intense sapphire orbs gazing deeply into Velin's wanting eyes. Though they were like gems, glistening with intense beauty, they held a deep darkness just under the surface that inspired curiosity. Even now, with that hauntingly attractive masculine face leaning into the touch of those soft hands, the depth of that gaze seemed endless and all consuming.

The worry in that voice conveyed forth a slight trembling, making the words appear that much more serious. A strong hand rose up to cradle the slender fingers against that cheek, urging the other male to enjoy the feeling of that smooth skin. That deep, masculine voice conveyed an answer while eyes narrowed in an intense yet sincere gaze.

"I am not going anywhere."

🖤💜

[This is my last planned Kinktober-2023 drawing until the 11th]

Description
Velin:
The one beneath him truly was such a beautiful creature and his questions and unexpected responses continued to catch him off guard. When he actually felt his touch against his cheek it was not unwelcome, though somehow it still hurt, such tenderness. His brow creased deeply when Enchanter's eyes were not on his, taunting him with such words, making his imagination run in all different directions. What if Enchanter needs him to grind and eat his bones to add a little extra lifespan for himself, or what if Enchanter needs him because he was lonely and broken just like him. Though surely the reality was he was just a bored creature passing the time. "You say it so mercilessly... how easily I'm discarded. There's no other way I see for us..." He didn't mask his melancholy as he stared down at nothing. "No one needs me unless I force it. No one stays unless they can't escape. The word Master has never been one of endearment but scorn towards me. So I only..." He struggled to continue, his nails returned to their usual shape, digging into the sheets, struggling with memories of the man beside them saying kind things to him, so so long ago. Velin did have people around him who loved, or had loved him, but this one man's rejection of him (and his wife's for a time) with years of isolation could only make him feel otherwise. "I could never trust you, Enchanter. But if I could have made you call me master, then I could have deluded myself into believing you love me... all over again." Velin couldn't bear the figure of Balthameul anymore, it completely vanished, though the blood remained, somehow comforting as if he were less naked and less alone with it. He'd begin to crawl away from Enchanter too, defeated.

Enchanter:
"I never asked for trust."

Though Velin slipped off to crawl away, strong arms captured around that slender waist to torment that lonely body with the warmth of his own. From behind, that presumptuous creature brushed lips against his captor's neck, laying there with the other male quite comfortably. There was a gentleness in that embrace that betrayed the brutality the silver haired man had displayed, begging the question of what his true intentions were.

The blood stains on the sheets starting to turn a sickly black, the liquid raising from the fabric, coiling like smouldering paper burning against the surface. The edges coiled, kissed with a stunning markless white that crumbled against an outstretched hand that dragged along the tainted flickers of ash. Lifting up, guiding weightlessly away from the sheets once tormented with red, leaving nothing but a stainless fabric beside them, so empty without the beauty of the blood.

"You see no other way for us, yet I see countless possibilities."

The hand that had chased away the memories of jaded red soon captured Velin's fingers, intertwining them with his own. The powdered black tainting over each slender finger to coat the digits with that smudged colour, each granual shifting against the skin as if driven by a breeze, forming a visible shape against his wrist, a black rose marking the flesh with petals baring unknowable complexities.

"What do you desire?"

Velin:
His heart raced with Enchanter holding him, another slight shiver down his back with the caress against his neck. In silence he watched the other work, the loudest sound still the heart beat in his own ears. Again such words that filled him with hope. With a little worry he watched the last of the transformed blood take shape upon him, but realising in the end it was a harmless beautiful gift he admired it. Why did Enchanter ask him such things? When still he knew nothing of the other. He turned in his hold, hands coming to gently hold the others face with eyes of such longing and beseeching mixed with his worry and insecurity. "For you to stay with me, longer than he ever did. All the love I've wanted to give him, can I give to you instead?"

Enchanter:
With the gift of that dark rose accepted, the silver haired Shadow Master could not help but tilt his head to brush soft lips against that black mark, with even the slightest touch from him it shifted and rippled as if it were oil ontop of water suddenly shifting to the command of the breeze. Even though it seemed to bend to his touch, scatter in chaos and swirl shapelessly, as soon as those lips pulled back, the blackness formed back into the original shape of the rose, still upon Velin's skin, unyielding to the presence of another.

The most stunning blue hue of the ocean on a clear, sunny day seemed like a disappointing comparison to those intense sapphire orbs gazing deeply into Velin's wanting eyes. Though they were like gems, glistening with intense beauty, they held a deep darkness just under the surface that inspired curiosity. Even now, with that hauntingly attractive masculine face leaning into the touch of those soft hands, the depth of that gaze seemed endless and all consuming.

The worry in that voice conveyed forth a slight trembling, making the words appear that much more serious. A strong hand rose up to cradle the slender fingers against that cheek, urging the other male to enjoy the feeling of that smooth skin. That deep, masculine voice conveyed an answer while eyes narrowed in an intense yet sincere gaze.

"I am not going anywhere."

🖤💜

[This is my last planned Kinktober-2023 drawing until the 11th]