elain, quite literally swept off her feet.
a kiss on the cheek from azriel, and her smile says she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. 💌
art by solastria
commissioned by lazydaisyreads
letting his scarred fingers touch her immaculate skin. letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp.
spy group 💌
azriel, elain, nuala & cerridwen
by silketara.
elain baking cupcakes 🧁🎀
art by goldenmushroom_
death and his lovely fawn
by dudledudlesss.
he needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. what those perfect lips tasted like. her breasts. her sex. he needed her coming on his tongue...
it had never gone this far. they'd exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. never blatant, unrestricted touching.
wrong — it was so wrong.
he didn't care.
wrong — it was so wrong.
he didn’t care.
he needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. 💌
art by celestarly
comissioned by wendigoldd
his head went quiet. but he took the necklace, opening the clasp as she exposed her back, sweeping her hair up in one hand to bare her long, creamy neck.
he knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her.