// scaralumi

smth about the theme of seduction that makes me shiver... not even getting to the actual act, but skirting touches... rubbing circles onto thighs, half-lidded eyes, mouthing at the throat, no bite but all breath,,, lumine's bare foot trailing up scara's leg— under the table, her shoes discarded, a mild smile on her face, scara getting back at her by grabbing said foot and massaging her ankle, smirking as she blinks, knocked off-kilter, flushing—

#scaralumi 🔞; cw: maid & master / breath play / degradation

— bestow upon me a sixty-minute mirage —

The library in their mansion was supposed to be holy and untouched, everyone knew. The books left to rot, a last memorial to a dead aunt, and here he was, defiling it. The scent of sex mixes with dusty, sweet papers that were crumbling with age, and sweat drips down his jaw, landing on the carpet. Along with all the other liquids.

#scaralumi ; what is left unheld (or: a morning with you)

The warmth of dawn caresses his cheek like a blooming spider lily, petals come undone in its bloom, waking the wanderer at first light. He relearns life slowly, sluggish consciousness and twitching muscles, regaining the function of his limbs, his fingers, his mouth. And, as always, the first thing he does is roll to the side, searching for what he may not find—never quite appeased enough to lose the habit.

The traveller remains sleeping, as she is every morning that he looks.

#scaralumi ; a thought:

it's a dream. it has to be. because in no reality would the traveller be in his lap, clinging onto him, /willingly/.

but no. he looks down, and it's her, same gold eyes and gold hair, golden hero of teyvat nestled in his arms, her head on his shoulder, legs sling over his thighs, arms around his neck.

"what are you doing," he says flatly. "have you gone insane?"

lumine lifts her head, confused. "your excellency?"

it's her voice too. no hint of concern, scorn, just a dreamy lilt that has him frowning.

#scaralumi nsfw 🔞 slight dubcon, ft. sexbot scara being just a little mean to lumine.

His mistress, Lumine. So innocent, so foolishly naive, that he could laugh himself stupid about it for an entire day and it would still not be enough. The woman who’d decided that the poor, lost droid just had to have a place to call home, flung open her doors so carelessly when she’d helped him inside. And now look at her, clinging onto him as his fingers find that weak, soft spot inside of her drooling cunt—