♱ 𝘕𝘌𝘌𝘋𝘓𝘌 𝘒𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 / 𝑳𝑬𝑫𝑨. ・・・・・ forevermore captivated by 𝙈𝙄𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 .ᐟ ・・・・・ #mvrp :: #fromsoftrp :: #eldenringrp

you got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.

#ELDENRING #DARKSOULS A knight’s armor is not just steel—it is the weight of duty, the shield of honor.

“So we march onto divinity.”

“You do not know devotion, pure and whole.”

𓇢𓆸 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺, 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑺, 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑻 𝑳 𝑨 𝑺 𝑻. ❀˖° / #mvrp / #eldenringrp / #fromsoftrp / ❁ 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺. 𓂃

suffering from third degree yearns

Leda #ELDENRING

my idea of romance is pure violent devotion．

Fingers welcome crimson, wet && so fondly slick after they sully a wound; fingering for honour. She barks out a sob—agonies rippling, helmet rolling by her feet with a clang. “Do you think 𝐡𝐞 likes red? He must. I am most blessed; I am most sacred. This is my baptism.”

“…That is a tragedy. Where does your path lead you now? Does it bring you to my Kindly Miquella? Perhaps, your mistake was divine intervention—to swallow gold && bear the needle.”

“In a place most promising, you rest,” a trill—hands spreading wide, to flourish && announce the prettiness of a wasteland. “Fear not. You are safe.”

“You look like an awful disgrace,” a purr, low && hardly kind in intent—a dagger in palms, as she sits upon where she rests: the 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 hips. The sharp blade rests against * 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 throat. “If you’ve any sense… Miquella calls no?”

darlingrosa.⠀₊˚ ☼ Points.

The body is disobedient, muscles aching; fury in strong legs waltzing—strength bleeds from mangled flesh. “You’ve no guts.”

the voices they're telling me to bite you

FOR THE ONE SHE IS MOST 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑫 TO.

The ribs are open. Porcelain fragility below her clever fingers, dagger finding a new home. “Betrayal is no welcome thing to the Kind.”

A sharp edge of a dagger kisses a flinching tongue, tip tasting for ichor. Lips set in a thin line, gaze hollow. “The cloak of life threads for 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Do you hear it?” A cranium tilts, palm embraced by a tongue—crimson spilling, wiped away && then swallowed.