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  1. ❤️ LURVE YEW.

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    2. Buttercup

      Buttercup

      My darling!

    3. Vintage

      Vintage

      How's life been treating you?

    4. Buttercup

      Buttercup

      Good, good.  You?

  2. Buttercup

    A Rare Bloom

    Voidal indifference guided Xintylin's gaze across the girl they came upon in the corridor, delicate head craning left and right as she observed in silence. As the little queen and the woman exchanged words, crimson irises focus on the confusion painting such pretty images across the servant's features, like a masterpiece unfinished. The edges of blackened lips flirt with the promise of a smile, of the ghost of emotion, with Raspberry's proclamation that she was her mother. With her words, Xintylin's grip on the child grew a tad tighter. "Dey shouldt be vorried," The predator purrs, fathomless pools drifting up toward the young woman's visage. "My broken preencess ees now whole." Pillowy lips tense and press to the child's brow; to onlookers it would seem an empty action, devoid of true sentiment, though Raspberry would understand differently. "No," She chimed in, lifting her chin in defiance toward the woman's blatant disrespect of the Regent's words. "I hem not a queen..." The tune that slithered from betwixt her lips adopted its more venomous intonation. "I hem a King.. a conqueror...a varlordt.... Queen implies veakness because ov my gendar..." She adjusted Lucia in her arms and dipped her head in silent acknowledgement of -something-. "...and I vill not be definedt by eet." Lowering her head, Xintylin's lips drift along the child's ear, poisonous words whispered in the guise of .... learning. "Shall ve show 'er vhat 'appens t'dose dat.... qvestion yer vill, my sveet?" We can string her up in the gardens and dance in the crimson rain, together.
  3. Buttercup

    A Rare Bloom

    Soft, fleshy pads of fingertips dare caress the cherub-like features of the small child as she turned her head up to regard the thick, meaty vines and lush, silver petals making their way toward the ceiling. Thumbs roll across the swell of Lucia's cheeks with all the affection one would afford to their own offspring. While Xintylin was unable to peer into the labyrinthine depths of the child's mind and sup on her thoughts, she could—however—read the cold regard the child had given her in lieu where she'd been. Trust was a demon to them both—but Xintylin had only ever spoken truth, even if it wasn't what anyone wanted to bear witness. "…I can show ye' a glimpse ov my prizon, baby…if dat is some'ting dat ye' need." Lucia's soft sobs elicited silence from the eldritch monster, and rather than continue speaking, fingertips gently combed through the child's hair and comforting sounds filtered through her lips. When the weight of her burden became too much, Xintylin plucked Lucia from the ground and held her aloft in her arms, choosing that time to stand fully erect and give her shoulder for her little horror to rest upon. "Ye', my dearest love, are de' reason I am no longar bound in chains." One arm snaked across Lucia's shoulders whilst the other anchored itself beneath her rear, like a mother would hold a fussing babe. The Warlord nuzzled her mouth against the child's head, planting a lingering, singular kiss to her scalp. "Fer ye'….I vill murdar de vorld." While in her grasp, Xintylin meandered through the stalks of flowers and lush grasses—whose blades and petals moved in the direction she walked; even if it took her all evening, she'd navigate the winding corridors of the castle and find the room designated for the child in her arms. "Now… off te' bed ve' go."
  4. Buttercup

    A Rare Bloom

    Slender, toned limbs wrap around the tiny frame of the child as a serpent would its prey; each inch she further fell into Xintylin's grip, the tighter her hold became, but never was it too overwhelming that Lucia couldn't escape if she so desired. Fingertips comb and tangle themselves in the child's tresses, the edges of nails scraping the scalp with motions of comfort, whilst her lips sung gentle coos to calm Lucia's frazzled nerves. "Where did you go?" The edges of sable lips pull into a deep seeded frown. " 'ell, my love." The lyrical opus continued to filter through her lips despite the ivory countenance giving way to solemnity. Xintylin tucked the child's head beneath her chin and adjusted her head just enough so that her thumb was able to brush away the crystalline rivulets forming on the cheeks of the cherub in her arms. "If you'll never abandon me, why did you leave in the first place?" Tightness gripped her chest with pangs of ache becoming the dominant force driving her confessions. "I 'ad no choice, baby. I might be immortal," She paused and drew a deep, calming breath through her nostrils, allowing it to die on the ridges of lips now pressing into the top of the child's head. "…but dis body is not." The Dark Mother's attention deviates and follows Lucia's to the sea of silver and purple stretching and creeping along the walls, slithering vines inching toward the ceiling in order to drink in the light of the indignant moon. "What is this—what have you done to mommy's gardens?" Platinum brows furrow with the question, head canting leftward. "…Ye' mean… vhat did y'do…" She took a moment to brush her fingertip along Lucia's cheek and collect remnants of her tears, of which she rubbed betwixt index and thumb. "…dis garden blossomed vith yer sorrow…" Lowering herself further, Xintylin dared cup the child's face in both of her hands, thumbs lovingly caressing reddened cheeks. "One flower… fer every tear… fer every lost memory."
  5. Buttercup

    A Rare Bloom

    Accursed depths eagerly drank in the little queen's countenance and how it readily shifted between varied emotion. Long, dark lashes flutter as her attention spills upon the young one's physique, watching from the way she held herself so defiantly, to the way she cowered once the exquisite taste ran rampant across her palate. Even as she backed away and held her head in downcast, Xintylin's affection never ceased-- so spoken by the back of her knuckle caressing the moistened swell of her reddened cheeks. Sleek, defined arcs transform her visage from dispassionate to radiating shock and awe that such a tiny thing could explode so much unchecked rage. "Hnnnn..." The sound bubbled from the pit of her stomach and into her throat, rolling softly across her tongue as a soothing, comforting sound. Vampiric-like teeth were set on display with a half-smile, flooding her own cheeks with veritable joviality. Abandoning the smooth flesh of the girl in front of her, Xintylin buried the protrusion of her knee guard into the vegetation below and held out her arms, fingertips beckoning the child forward to indulge in the hug she longed to take. "Come 'ere, baby... Mother's 'ere." Her head tilted toward the right, awaiting the little queen's decision-- to accept her love and adoration, or not. ".... andt I vill nevar abandon ye'."
  6. Buttercup

    Well, hi. Again.

    *loves and l loves and loves and loves on Nette* Hello my bb.
  7. Buttercup

    A Rare Bloom

    Chasms of nothingness, crowned with wreathes of crimson, level upon the small child as her gauntleted hand swept away darkened curls beyond the arc of her mantle. Plush, sable tiers peel into a sneer, though soon morphed into a toothy smile—one that showcased the gleam of the pearly, pointed canines lying within. "So…defiant…" Honeyed words dripped venomous intent, though strangely her intonation would still be comforting and soothing to the small child caught in her shadow. Xintylin's attention momentarily deviates from the image of a child, to the wondrous creation that blossomed by her sorrow. Again her hand caressed the fleshy petals of a nearby flower, trailing her index through the pollen that glistened like stars. Rolling the pollen across the rest of her digits, Xintylin returned her accursed gaze to Raspberry. Taking a step forward, yards of charred leather and black steel began to groan and shriek for reprieve when the woman crouched down to the little queens' height. Like a predator gazing upon the countenance of its prey, The Dark Mother's stare swept across the rebellious repose this child exuded. "..ov course I do," She purred in retaliation to Luciana's defiance, the fingertips that caressed the pollen lifting to trace the curved arc of the girl's lower lip. Should she not shy away, she'd find the taste unlike anything she's ever let lap upon the surface of her tongue; the saccharine and all-consuming flavor of decadent ambrosia. "…de Varlord ov Ere'tul nevar forgets a name." In the span of her three-hundred years, did Raspberry truly forget the woman she helped find a semblance of humanity? This small child, this pale reflection of the people she was molded from, was the reason Xintylin attempted change then, and was reborn once again now. "Ye' vill alvays be my leetle Raspberry… de leetle girl vho dresst me een matching dresses t' 'er…vith matching crowns… as ve ruledt ovar Eden t'gethar." Xintylin's affections hadn't faded with the girl's defiance, in fact, they seemed to only grow. Her index brazenly tried to caress down the bridge of her nose. "My dear… sveet baby… fer vhat sorrow grips yer 'eart dat ye' tore me from de depths ov 'ell?"
  8. Buttercup

    A Rare Bloom

    Time. So intangible its discourse that not even the immortal hear its song; years roll by in the blink of an eye for these monolithic titans, yet the only thing that remains a constant is their nature. Worlds change and kingdoms crumble, but a monster will forever be a monster. Forever frozen in delicacy by Gabriela's dutiful care, the silver lily glistened with beauty unmatched; it was as though its petals tore the milky haze of the moon from the midnight sky and drank in its glory. Its petals undulated with saccharine promises, pollen heavy and fragrant with such allure it was no wonder the child found herself enthralled. Crystalline droplets pitter-patter from the child's visage and onto its fleshy petals, each tear bringing nourishing sorrow to a blossom born of excruciating agony. Leaves grew thick and hardy, whilst its stem sprouted girthy vines that slithered amidst the confines of Gabriela's greenhouse, as though they held a mind of their own. Before Lucia's tear-blurred eyes, a singular bloom became thousands, their beauty and fragrance choking out any other plant the Black Queen may have collected. Midnight green foliage ascended the glass walls, reaching in defiance toward the silvery haze of moonlight as it washed over the land. Stems grew heavy with exotic, succulent fruit and yielded against its growing weight. Once, Lucia found herself amidst a collection of ruin and memory, yet now found herself within a garden of unimaginable beauty awash with the distinct stench of innocence. Porcelain fingertips feather along the fleshy carapace of a struggling bud, whose greenery blossomed with the audible sigh of deliverance, and yielded the fragrant aroma that lied therein. Thorns crown the Dark Mother's signature platinum locks, who pitter-pattered along the delicate arc of her jawline once her attention found the child nestled in the thicket of her own creation. Eyes beheld a marvel—crimson irises which bled into the surrounding black sclera—focus on the tiny form that pricked her memory with painful recollections. "My… leetle' Raspberry…" That sultry intonation oozed with venomous intent and so brazen was that clawed gauntlet to reach for the child's silky tresses. "Deedt' yor' mothar' not tell ye'… vhen ye' pray t' de darkness… de darkness… ansars'." [Enter: Xintylin]
  9. Buttercup

    Well, hi. Again.

    Carloossssssss! <3
  10. Hi bb. :D

    1. -Malice-

      -Malice-

      Long time no see luscious lady. 

    2. Buttercup

      Buttercup

      Likewise, kitten. ;)

  11. Hello, kitten.

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    2. Buttercup

      Buttercup

      I am back, mi amici. <3

    3. Pasion Pasiva

      Pasion Pasiva

      That's wonderful! How have you been? How's life treating you? EJ will be thrilled that you're back. :smirk:

    4. Buttercup

      Buttercup

      Life is good!  How about you?   And, I've been good.   Getting EJ's discord stuff as we speak. :D

  12. Buttercup

    Well, hi. Again.

    *wave*
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