Manzanilla

Chamomile with a bit of RP

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What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

✨Beyond The Veil✨

_{T W : Sexual Content}

L U T H E R C O L D F A N G & C E L E S T E E S Q U I V A L
L U T H E R C O L D F A N G & C E L E S T E E S Q U I V A L

THE PINK ROOM
THE PINK ROOM

_{Collab by @AuthenticTomb and @Manzanilla}

The world went still once she shut the door to the private room. The bass behind it thudded through the wood like it was the club’s distant heartbeat. In here, it was just Luther and her, and the way tension clung to his body.

“...Monster.”

The word seemed to echo in his mind with each heartbeat. Never before had he been so terrified. It was the knowing and chilling tone in which it was spoken that had shaken him. She had said it with targeted meaning. The more it clawed and tore at his thoughts the more he felt obligated to abandon the wonderful woman by his side and pursue the enigmatic Fae.

Celeste led him to the purple couch tucked against the far wall. She didn’t rush. Every movement was intentional, a glide of hips and silk meant to soothe and distract. Her fingers slipped from his only to settle herself onto the cushions, stretching her legs just enough for the robe to slide further up her thighs. She patted the space beside her, pulling him down.

And he followed without question, settling himself right next to her. It was almost enough. The way her eyes peered into his. The promise of salvation in just a few more inches more of delicate skin. A blanket of pleasure to shield him from his fears, void of consequence and commitment.There was nothing more that he wanted in that moment than to get carried away with the taste of her lips.

Instead, he focused on the dredges of the vision he nearly had with Celeste. Her own seductive presence had pulled him out before he could sink. Raven black hair like fine silk. Eyes shining like the purest diamonds. A smile that ran so deep he would never pull himself out. Somehow it was worse not knowing what hell he would put her through. This was exactly why he put no effort into getting to know his partners. Kept himself far removed. He just couldn’t do that with Celeste.

Normally, this was when she’d press herself to him. Melt against his chest. Kiss his jaw. Ease into his lap like she always belonged there. But she didn’t. Not just yet. Instead, she turned slightly toward him. Her eyes flicked up to his face, and she saw it all at once. The tightness in his jaw. The way his eyes weren’t really here. The tension in his shoulder, like something cold, had crawled beneath his skin and made itself at home.

If he left now, she wouldn’t get paid.

“You good, cariño?” Her voice was soft, sultry, still soaked in everything he came here for, but beneath it was a note of rising concern. “You looked far away for a second.”

”Yeah..yeah…just wasn’t expecting to hear that out of nowhere. It’s been a night.” His previous confidence faltered in his voice, as if trying to convince himself.

Far away was bad. Far away meant thinking. Thinking meant doubt. Doubt meant no Honda. And no Honda meant no freedom, no air conditioning, and no working stereo.

Her hand lingered on his chest. She leaned in, just enough, lips close to his cheek, her breath warm against his skin.

Luther responded by sliding his hand along her arm and held her shoulder, pulling her more into his chest. These gentle acts of intimacy between them was all that was keeping him seated. ”A night I still very much want to spend with you.” A small smirk came back to his lips, his expression softening enough to express his desire once more.

She let herself be pulled in, her body folding neatly against his like she’d been waiting for the invitation. Her fingers glided up his chest, slow and unhurried, nails dragging just enough to leave the softest sting in their wake as they traced a path to his neck.

She was giving him exactly what he needed, so he cared little which of his strings she tugged or played with. The anxiety of not knowing how he might end up hurting her was something he could handle. The guilt of actually seeing it? He would have found another to satisfy his base needs. No. Celeste offered something far more important to Luther in that moment than just carnal satisfaction.

His salvation. At least for tonight.

She brushed her lips against his jaw. Whatever had its claws in him, she’d strip away. Clean it. Replace it with something sweeter, something deliciously sinful. Something he wouldn’t just remember, but ache for in the quiet hours. A prayer before sleep.

”If you want to spend the night with me,” Celeste breathed into his ear, the words nearly lost in the space between his skin and her lips. ”You’ll forget her and what she said.”

Her voice hovered just above a whisper, but it carried the weight of a commandment. Undeniable, unchallengeable, absolute.

”Make me forget, Luna. I want you to be the only thing I remember tonight.” The hand around her shoulder dipped, following the curve of her figure until it settled just under her hip. Each inhale bringing her intoxicating scent and pressing his body closer to hers. ”Take me to a place where it's just you and me.”

The hand on his neck slid high, nails raking lightly up the curve of his jaw, along the delicate shell of his ear, until she reached his golden hair. She took a handful and tugged, pulling his head back like she was guiding him into penance.

His eyes closed, his neck bared before her. Kneeling at her altar, submitting himself to her will.

Her lips met the hollow of his throat. That sacred little spot where his pulse beat strong and steady beneath her mouth. The rhythm of life, of want, of surrender.

The world seemed to melt away the moment her lips touched his skin, tearing him away from the fog that clouded his mind. All that was left was her. The warm pressure of her chest. The delicate touch of her wandering fingers. Most of all, the blissful softness of her lips on his skin.

She needed him to be relaxed. She could feel the shift under her touch, the subtle dip of his shoulders, and the steady beating under her lips. Celeste moved to straddle him without a word, her thighs sliding along his as she settled in his lap. She guided one of his hands to her chest, where her heart would be racing if she were not what she was.

Her own hand rose, fingers sliding along the strong line of his jaw. Her thumb brushed the corner of his lips, and she prayed that she could brush away just as easily whatever vision had been plaguing him. Something flickered behind her eyes. A face and hands, black hair and dark eyes. Someone who touched her gently, someone who looked at her like she was worth saving.

Luther’s free hand found a hold on her thigh as he let himself for one night be vulnerable. Leave control to someone else. Celeste wore the mask for him. Adapted to what he desired, what he needed her to be.

Her lips met his, stealing the ghost of the memory between them as the ache in her chest faded. Drowned in their carnal pleasure, driven away by his strong hands and hot breath against her pale skin.

The concerns of the outside world disappeared in their beautiful intimacy. Whatever roles they assumed to survive in the heart of the Veil broke down. This moment belonged to them. Two people seeking salvation, challenged by their sins, finding peace in each other for just a moment.

𝕡𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤 𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕠𝕤

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𝕡𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤 𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕠𝕤

_{T W : Sexual Content}

L U T H E R C O L D F A N G & C E L E S T E E S Q U I V A L
L U T H E R C O L D F A N G & C E L E S T E E S Q U I V A L

THE PINK ROOM
THE PINK ROOM

_{Collab by @AuthenticTomb and @Manzanilla}

Words.

𝕡𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤 𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕠𝕤

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✨Beyond The Veil✨

_{Location: The Pink Room ◇ Time: Dusk ◇ Interactions: Luther @AuthenticTomb}

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“Is it working?”

Celeste bit her lower lip, her fangs sinking in just enough to leave a faint impression on the flesh before releasing it with a slow, wet glide. Her pale eyes flicked up at him through thick lashes, heavy with intention. One shoulder rose in a lazy half-shrug, the movement deliberate, letting the robe slip just a tad.

“Maybe.”

She sipped her drink again, this time letting the liquid coat her lips in a glossy, sinful red before her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop. Her eyes never left his as she set the glass down with a soft clink. Her fingers traced idle circles around the rim, each rotation slower and slower.

Then came his joke, that rough, velvet laugh of his.

Her own laughter spilled out, low and honeyed. “It isn’t for you, cachorrito. But I’d say it’s a very happy coincidence.” She leaned in, close enough that her breath ghosted over his jaw. “It’s short for something else. Something old.”

When he finally said he wanted her company, she smiled with faux innocence, leaning back in her seat like a cat who knew exactly how tempting she looked curled up in the sun.

2002 Honda, you are coming home to Mama very, very soon. Now, she won’t have to take Halcyon’s poorly planned and shitty public transportation.

“You’re sweet,” she murmured, her hand sliding up one of his arms, freshly manicured nails grazing the fabric of his sleeve with just enough pressure to tease. She leaned in, a lot closer this time, her nose brushing his collar as she inhaled deeply, indulgent. A soft, pleased hum vibrated in her throat.

God, he smelled good.

All this nonsense about lycans reeking like wet dog? Bunch of bitchy vampire snobbery.

This one smelled dangerously intoxicating.

“Mm,” she purred, her lips nearly brushing his ear. “I’m not cheap company, Luther.”

Her mouth hovered, a breath away from his skin.

“But I am very, very good.”

Just as her lips almost grazed his neck—

“Uh, Luna?”

If looks could kill—and Celeste really wished they did—Dalton would’ve been a smoldering pile of ash she’d pack into a sack in fling it out of the city.

Celeste straightened with a slow, irritated blink, her expression pure murder as she turned to face the twitchy little interruption.

“What?”

Dalton swallowed hard. “There’s, uh… a client. Wants a dance. Or something.”

She exhaled, long and dramatic, then leaned just enough to peer over his shoulder.

A vampire and his wide-eyed little fairy girlfriend. Twilight rejects from the look of it, if Twilight had been directed by a horny goth teenager.

Her eyes rolled before she could stop them. “Go ask Gigi,” she drawled, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m busy.”

Dalton stammered, but she had already turned back to Lurther, her fingers sliding around his arm with possessive intent. She stood in one smooth motion, pulling him with her.

“Come, cariño,” her lips brushed his ear as she tugged him closer, “Before anyone else tries to steal me away.”

With a sultry smirk and a slow sway of her hips, she led him past the trio toward the black-painted doors of the private rooms. She left no doubt in his mind exactly what kind of night she had planned.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

_{Location: The Pink Room ◇ Time: Dusk ◇ Interactions: @AuthenticTomb}

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Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 got to the fairy before she could even glance his way.

They probably sniffed him out with their brand-new noses. She sipped her drink through a bright green straw and glared at the backs of their heads as they were rejected. Watching that, for now, brought her some satisfaction.

Andrea might finally hike the service fees if more of these well-dressed types started showing up at this dump. With any luck, she’d use the extra cash to fix the damn air conditioning before the next heat wave hit the city. Celeste was tired of dancing half-soaked in her own sweat during the day shifts. Not that she worked the pole much in the daytime. Those shows were reserved for the unemployed regulars who could barely scrape together enough bills for the entrance, left alone for a decent tip.

If a price hike scared them off?

Celeste wouldn’t complain. Not one bit. They were welcomed to get their fix of tits and shit food in another club.

She shifted in her seat, rolled her shoulders, and exhaled into the club’s perfumed air. It felt like the night would go on forever, the last two hours of her shift could not go any faster.

"On your break?"

Her lips twitched around the straw and eyes drifted in the general direction of a man’s voice. She didn’t look at him immediately, just let the bass roll over her as she sipped the last of her drink.

“I might be,” Celeste said at last, voice low and melodic against the club’s heavy bass music.

If she played it right with this one, she might finally have enough stashed to buy that 2002 Honda she’d been eyeing on Craigslist for the past month. She checked the listing almost daily, half expecting it to vanish. So far, it was still there. Busted trunk door and all—nothing a vampire’s strength couldn’t handle.

Her gaze met his, cool and unhurried. “Depends whether you’re trying to interrupt it… or improve it.”

Then came the gesture, the drink order. His voice was smooth and just loud enough to cut through the bass.

“Trying to sweeten me up?” Celeste turned in her seat, draping an arm over the back of it. Elbow propped, chin resting on her hand, she gave him a proper look. Handsome, well-dressed, expensive cologne—smoked sandalwood, leather—and just beneath it all, the sharper note of citrus and something unmistakable.

Lycan.

A little puppy.

A better option than the Fae who had just wandered in earlier.

When the drink arrived, a darker red than the last, she flashed Sammy behind the bar a wink. Extra blood and a bright pink straw this time. Sweet girl. Celeste raised her glass, letting it meet with his in a delicate clink.

“Gracias,” she purred, her accent kissing the syllables as the word rolled off her tongue. “You'd be surprised how few men in here bother treating a lady right.”

She took a long, deliberate sip. The kind that invited eyes to linger.

“At least you come with manners,” she added, tongue slipping lightingly across her bottom lip as she settled the glass down.

“You can call me Luna.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her red lips. “And what about you, cariño?”

She leaned in closer, using her arms to squeeze her chest together and give him a better view of her smile, and other assets.

“What is it that brought you in here tonight? The music, the drinks…” She tilted her head just slightly, “The company?”

What Are You Listening To?