A Rose-Scented Hell 🌹
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It had been an evening like so many others in his life. He entered his chambers, took off his clothes, had a warm bath, and slipped under the sheets at a reasonable hour, and slowly let the sound of rustling wind carry him to sleep, knowing that the next day, he would have had a lot to do
And to think that a 'next day' might not come anymore...
Now, still shrouded in complete darkness, his chest heaved up and down - or at least, as much as the knee that was firmly pressed against it allowed
The figure that loomed above him resembled a human only in its silhouette: everything else, from the coldness of its skin, to the shimmering slits it had for eyes, to the absurd amount of hair that flowed from its head, made it look more like a ghost, or some kind of spirit of vengeance came to claim his soul for some sin he never knew he committed
"P-p-please...!"
He found the strength to whimper under his breath, trying to find any trace of empathy into those piercing, terrifying eyes
"I--I-I don't know what you want, but if you could just tell me, I can give yo--ARGH-!"
His attempt of negotiation died before it even started, when that knee pushed just hard enough for his voice to crumble into a pained lament
And in that same moment, the face of that person (if it was even one) began to lean closer to his*
Enough for a waterfall of those long, silken black hair to slide over his face and smother it, clouding his perception of the world in a soft, inescapable veil. As he breathed, an almost sickening perfume, a flowery fragrance filled his senses, making his head hurt and feel lighter at the same time. A burning sensation to spread from his nose all the way down to his chest, and into his very heart... and yet, it felt irresistibly relaxing
Relaxing even when he began to feel those locks wrapping around his throat and making his breath difficult
"Shhh..."
As the world around him began to feel wobbly, dizzy and confused, that sound reverberated into his head like a hypnotic whisper, the only thing he could hear clearly. And then, the sensation of a perfectly manicured finger rested upon his trembling lips. Making for him impossible to speak as a crystalline voice, like that of an angel, cooed:
"... You're ruining the moment"
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Hi everyone!
Do you want to play a story that has both genuine, real character development and passionate moments? One that is neither a fairytale nor a mindless collection of graphic stuff? One that can seamlessly blend fear, infatuation, danger and obsession in a mix that will leave you addicted and wanting for more?
If so, then you're in the right place dear ^v^
You can call me Derrick, 21M with a huge passion for fiction, storytelling, fantasy, d&d, and a LOT more things, and among those, roleplaying is one of my favorite creative outlets - in particular, for a while I've been wanting to try a story centered around, you guessed it, an Assassin and Target dynamic! ✨
The scenarios that can spark this kind of sorry are endless, but just to give an example, here's a possible idea:
My character, a young noble, inexperienced and not exactly known for his extrovertedness, will soon find himself eligible to be a ruler of his county. But maybe due to some deep-rooted spite between families, a wrong word said at the wrong time, or simply the opportunity to create a power vacuum, unbeknownst to him there will be a plot in motion, one that involves taking him out of his royal duties
Permanently
And what better way to take him out of the picture if not with a deadly, perfectly skilled assassin that will leave no kind of trace? One so silent to almost look like a dancer when sliding among the shadows, whose beauty looks almost blasphemous compared to the amount of despair she is able to inflict?
The kind of assassin your character will be, along with her specific methods, species and appearance, will be completely up to your preferences! She could either be a regular human, or a more uncommon race like an elf, all the way to mystical beings like tieflings, faeries, vampires and so much more!
Same goes with her work ethic: a cold, ruthlessly efficient killer will see the young noble use every trick in his repertoire to escape almost certain death... Or maybe, if said assassin has a little penchant for sadism, she will find the sight of such utter helplessness and terror too amusing to let it end this quickly?
Maybe, after bringing him to the very edge of his life, she will disappear as quickly as she came, leaving behind a very confused, but grateful survivor... until the same thing will happen the following night.
And the next
And the next one again
Slowly, his thoughts would become consumed with images of that mysterious, terrifying and enchanting figure that pays him a visit every night, almost getting so close to pierce his chest with a dagger but always sparing him at the last moment. And who knows, maybe despite his hate, frustration and fear, he would begin to... look forward to it?
The possibilities are quite literally endless, and as as you may have noticed, the blending of beauty and torture is an absolute favorite of mine. So, if you're familiar with the tropes of toxic perfumes, gentle words spoken to someone who is writhing in pain, and long flowing hair used as a weapon to choke the life out of someone, we will definitely get along pretty well >///< 💖
What else say? if this ad piqued your interest, don't hesitate to hit me up~! ✨