Welcome to the sound of my disembodied voice

Happy new year guys :) I’ve been kinda busy recently (SKYRIM OMG) but I’m back.

On a different note, I’ve been dying of a hangover all day. I also woke up in an extremely compromising position so now I don’t know what happened last night :P

Perhaps I could get a cup of tea and enjoy this for a while longer.

Oh Basile, always had a temper on him. And Alois, you are rather sensitive.

(…that I LOVE this RP.)

insanityofmalo:

He leaned back against his seat, his golden-hazel gaze cast upon the outside of the carriage. Through the gentle falling snow, many individuals were huddled in their cloaks, walking every which way. Festive holiday decor littered the streets, the simple change in scenery bringing joy onto those menial workers.

“When the sun dares to show her face through the thickened gather of clouds, the white contrasts so much it is difficult to see. And yet, it is naught compared to your own beauty, mon cher~”

Taking a soft hold of her hand, he brought it up between the two. “As much as I would love to boast to the world of such a wonderful woman, I fear those amongst the streets don’t deserve even a glance of yourself~”

Justine’s pale ivory skin flushed a lovely shade of light pink, and moved her gaze down to her lap. “I am most decidedly undeserving of your beautiful, poetic words, Malo. One really knows how to flatter a lady.” She murmured, feigning modesty. A strand of hair fell in front her face so she brushed it away with her fingertips, shielding her blushing face for a moment.

The intense soul piercing gaze from her dark eyes make contact with Malo’s yet again and she lightly bit her lip. Out of all three of the suitors, he was the best at making her feel shy and feminine, an emotion that was rare and appreciated to Justine. 

thiserectionwillnevergodown:

Alois moaned aloud as he stumbled again the wall, a hand gripping the back of her head as he allowed her to kiss him in such an animalistic way.

“J-Justine. Mon Dieu!” He cried out, wanting to give her what she wanted, but wanting to show his dominant side. the other hand went straight to her breast, rubbing harshly, shivering as he felt a hardened nipple through the fabric.

“Tell me what you want; I’ll give you anything. I’ll do anything for you.” He breathed. “I am but your humble servant.”

“I want you.” Justine groaned, waves of electricity coarsing through her veins. When he swore his loyalty to her, it was strangely arousing. Perhaps it was her need for power, and knowing she had some kind of hold over Alois was a good feeling. 

She roughly pushed his jacket off and tossed it to the floor. His shirt came off too, and she lightly dug her nails into his back. Justine wanted to make her mark on his warm skin. “Don’t make me wait, mon cher” she said impatiently. 

(Source: ask-justine-florbelle)

insanityofmalo:

“Now why, pray tell, would I go about and ruin such a ~lovely~ surprise?” he inquired, once seated in the back of the carriage. Within the interior, a hint of his plannings was absent; only Malo and Justine having been its only occupants.

“Aller à l’opéra!” he commanded the driver.

“I admit, it ~is~ rather nice to have your company to myself. As lovely as Clarice is, or annoying as the yipping dog or cautious as the violent brute, personally I can appreciate the quietness.”

Justine shifted uncomfortably. She liked Malo, but she didn’t like not having the upper hand the whole time. She was a woman who liked to control. She reveled in power. 

When he said he enjoyed her company, she smiled. “I cannot imagine spending Christmas day in any better way than with you, Malo.” It was true, he knew how to entertain her. They always had a good time together. 

Her attention shifted to the window, where she stared out. It was icy cold and snowing. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked him, absentmindedly.