sneakylittleelf:

Luth smiled and dipped her hand into one of the buckets, pulling out a soaked washcloth. She gently squeezed out the warm water over his hair, encouraging him to tilt his head back with her other hand under his chin.

“Just try to relax and clear your mind.” she said, in a soft voice as she dunked the cloth again and continued wetting his long hair.

He did so, tilting back his head slowly and with caution. it exposed his throat, and stretched the scar there a bit, and it made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he ignored it. He didn’t much care if Luth was going to slice him up or not.

Clearing his mind… what a joke. He scoffed quietly, face still blank, mind still oddly slow and thick feeling. He couldn’t clear it, when thoughts of what he’d done, how he’d acted, and why, kept swirling through. Thoughts of a corpse swaying in the wind, getting soaked by rain as it was suspended by a rope….

Abaddon may have been a mere fledgling, but he could tell that the man before him was a powerful vampire indeed. He dropped his gaze and tried to become small, in some powerful instinct of submission.

“Greetings.” He muttered calmly.

ocnaimhin:

voidedgaze:

Taking many more steps back, he ducked the spike and frowned. Forsworn were notoriously good fighters, and he didn’t need a melee contest with this one, even if now it was magic, and he was sure he could best him in that… well, he could’ve, had his hand not been frozen stiff. 

“Clearly I have erred.” He muttered, and stepped back more. “I shall leave, then.”

The Breton’s magic was heavily charged, enough to make his breath freeze  in aggressive gusts. His daughter’s attacker was backing off, but that wasn’t enough. He threw ice spikes like one would throw knives, the thinner projectiles flew faster than the originals. He wanted to see the dark haired man flee.

Ah yes, a rather wonderful time to make an escape. He just ducked, raising a slightly mediocre ward, and darting away into the night, once he was far enough away, casting an invisibility spell, before continuing to run.

Blast.

vilepuppetry:

Fria looked up. In her eyes, which were jaded with exhaustion, Abaddon didn’t look nearly worried enough about the state of her health, and the way he sauntered - yes, sauntered across was just plain insolent. Had she been thinking more rationally she might have reminded herself that this was precisely how Abaddon had behaved from the moment she ran into him, but the weakness running through her body didn’t allow much room for logic.

‘Yes, I rather would,’ she said, unable to keep the cheerful note in her voice, and stretched her hand out for the sword. Her hand trembled slightly. ‘I’m sure there must be some sort of burial offering around here, if you wanted something for yourself.’

He was slightly tempted to use the sword and slice off her hand, but that would be rather anti-climactic, and would take effort and get his robe messy, so he just handed the sword to her and then shrugged. 

“I didn’t come to pillage some dusty tomb. I was just bored, and you convinced me.” He said, but still began to wander around the chamber, looking at things and touching things, being curious and annoying with indifference.

askthavrin:

Thavrin just stared, saying nothing, and when Abaddon looked up at him he swallowed.  He wanted to lick those lips too.

He cleared his throat and glanced around, as if there was going to be some convenient distraction laid out for him.  There was not.

“Uhh, s-so, where have you been sleeping lately?”

He looked at the withered, pale body of the farmhand.  He was hungry from the long hike, and it wouldn’t be good for him to leave that body lying around.  He cut her loose from the tree.

“Let’s take this with us and see if I can’t make use of this meat…”

“Cave.” He answered, and stood. Before Thavrin could do anything else, or his own mind could catch up with him, Abaddon leaned in and kissed the Bosmer firmly on the lips, his bloody mouth leaving dark red trails across Thavrin’s lips. It seemed oddly sweet and romantic, spontaneous. 

And suddenly he had him pushed against a tree, his tongue darting out slightly, hands gripping Thavrin’s clothes. He wasn’t thinking about what his behavior might seem like, all he knew was that this was what he wanted to do.

ocnaimhin:

The man was far too angry to be reasoned with. His eyes burned at the vampire and his teeth gritted close to the point where they would chip. He seethed, frost magic raging around both hands. A large ice spike went whizzing at Abaddon as soon as he spoke; the Breton took the opportunity to gain ground, standing in front of the womer.

Taking many more steps back, he ducked the spike and frowned. Forsworn were notoriously good fighters, and he didn’t need a melee contest with this one, even if now it was magic, and he was sure he could best him in that… well, he could’ve, had his hand not been frozen stiff. 

“Clearly I have erred.” He muttered, and stepped back more. “I shall leave, then.”

Anonymous asked: M!A You feel an urge to stalk Alexandre and catch him bathing.

Abaddon frowned, but the urge was strong, so he relented and went to go find and stalk Alexandre. Old habits died hard, perhaps…

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ocnaimhin:

voidedgaze:

Damn, that man calling, it must be for this girl. He had no more time to waste. He stepped up to her and gripped her by her neck, attempting to lean in and bite her, using his touch to paralyze her with the spell that had charged in his palm.

A swirling ball of Blizzard came flying down in Abaddon’s direction, leaving an icy trail behind it. Footsteps came quickly after, snapping frozen twigs and grass.

“GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!” 

A copper haired Forsworn man skidded before them, looking like a devil in his rage.

Abaddon backed away just in time to avoid any major damage, but his arm was caught by the icy blast and was quickly numbed with frost. Not that frost would do much to a vampire, but it was still inconvenient. 

He looked at the Forsworn, and then back to the paralyzed Altmer girl.

“I think you’re mistaken.” He said smoothly, his voice not in effect anymore, he couldn’t use it at the moment, not so soon after using it for so long.

askthavrin:

Thavrin nodded, deciding that he didn’t like what else Abaddon was saying to acknowledge it.  “Yep!  I brought it here for you.  I figured you wouldn’t be doing too well with hunting…”

There.  Maybe a little jab at him would make him cross like he usually was, and then he wouldn’t feel so distraught.  At least, that’s what Thavrin hoped.

Abaddon merely gave a snarl and darted to the recovering woman, managing to catch her mid-scream and create a lovely gurgling sound as her throat filled with blood, his teeth piercing her flesh easily and giving way to a rush of delicious warmth into his mouth. 

He sucked greedily until she was bone dry, and then pulled off of her, color returning to his features and the wildness leaving his wet eyes. Glancing up at Thavrin, he licked his lips and nodded slightly.

ocnaimhin:

Caoimhe’s eyes clamped shut and she began biting her lip fiercely out of fear. She wanted to stop, but that voice… It just wasn’t in her will power to force herself out of this situation.

“Caoimhe! Child, where are you?” Mahon called, annoyed he had to leave the Redoubt to look for his daughter. It was an extreme rarity for him and he felt nervous. Downright vulnerable! Perhaps he had been cooped up for too long. “Caoimhe! I’m not going to ask again!”

Damn, that man calling, it must be for this girl. He had no more time to waste. He stepped up to her and gripped her by her neck, attempting to lean in and bite her, using his touch to paralyze her with the spell that had charged in his palm.