Seraphina Scripts. - Blog Posts

“trouble?” her voice is a siren song to the creature that is known as cecily. red cherry lips are plumped and glossed, wet with need. lips curving upward as the wild ancient fae curls her ivory digits along the silken fabric that hung upon her slender shoulder. using her index finger she pulls at the strap softly, “i think,” sera whispers leaning forward to press her bodyweight against the female. “i can handle you.”

♱ ࣪ ˖ *͟ ▒ | | | OPEN STARTER , 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 .

❛ ❛ you know , ❜ ❜ begins the vampire , sounding dryly AMUSED as tone stretches thin ( ... ) intentions could be read as innocent if it weren't for the dangerous GLEAM of her eyes reaching that wicked smile . ❛ ❛ — you're flirting with the worst kind of trouble . ❜ ❜ whether or not they know this already , cecily likely won't be left wondering for long .

continued from this ask & reply. ( @2wanlake )

positive. the two sticks. positive. stars shoot in her vision. oh, the air in her lungs escape. pregnant. with child. she barely remembers the guy. tears spring in her eyes as she listens to odette, giving her the best advise she can. breathe. the pale woman nods, trying to find the oxygen as she sucks in. "gods, what am i going to do?"

[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated — @darkdevour

as the most silkiest of touches brushes against her own fingertips, a soft gasp escapes out of her pink lips, the brightest of orbs bounce to her dearest friend, who had the most wonderful lovely expression that heated her soul. a shiver ran down sera's spine, wrapping her own digits around the woman's hand, firmly. "are we flirting?"

a very thin garment of a dress hangs loosely upon her shoulders, the right shoulder of the strap fallen upon her sun kissed skin while she twists against the many layers of their blankets and elain, all the while keeping her beloved book close to eye level, never once missing a word. even as elain makes her breathless. the way her thick plump lips crosses along her thigh, a hitch of her breath— a bite of her lip, sera dares steal a glance at her seer, she has to bite back a moan at the sight of the women between her legs. the ancient one can't help the sound coming from her mouth, an ache, begging, demanding. "what do you think sweetheart?"

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elain's fingers pull back the thin fabric of sera's dress. unable to deny how beautiful she looks as sunlight streams through the delicate drapery hanging from the windows. the seer is unaccustomed to finding @faempry reading in the late afternoon, let alone tempting elain from her own bed. she hears the slight murmur of want as if it's a siren song. she would never dare to stop. lips place kisses in a trail, moving further up until there is an end in sight. a glistening calls elain to brush the backs of her fingers against sera with a feather light touch, a hum of delight when she's greeted with undeniable arousal. "is it your book that's doing this to you?" she teases, "or something else?"

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

ivory skin was flushed pink, goosebumps peppering across her entire core— up her arms, down her spine.. sera arches herself into her beloved elain. a book was in her hand, a finger pressed against the rough paper to keep her place, her blue piercing orbs dares to snatch a glance at the lover between her thighs. the woman’s words were gentle. “keep reading, don’t let me distract you.” she can’t— every time the ancient fae attempts to read a word across the paper, a kiss is planted upon her inner thigh, leaving her breathless. “don’t— stop.”