Silva✨️

@silvaswiftcast

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Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 2d

CRYING

A white bunny with brown points and a gray and black one laying on the flooring together.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 2d

Lunar Eclipse time!!! 💜

A pitch black sky with a Full Moon lunar eclipse.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 3d

Also look at this little guy, he's so cute 🥹

A Pokémon Official Pikachu plushie from the Pokémon Fossil Exhibit. He's wearing a cute mining outfit with an orange handkerchief, brown hat, and a mining tool.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 6d

For reference, Silva's hair length is almost always kept between her shoulders and chin 🥰 She likes the way it looks and suits her better than longer hair, but will, rarely, let it grow out several inches past her shoulders. I'll have to grab some screenshots of her with long hair sometime!!!

Silva, a short purple-haired Raen Au Ra girl with sea-green eyes and light blue-gray skin, staring forward with a soft smile on her lips. Purple wisteria trees frame around her in rhe background.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 9d

Please imagine Silva struggling not to bawl her eyes out and absolutely shatter while this is happening. Her mother danced with love and joy and healing. She danced when words were too difficult to find or simply weren't enough to express emotions. It was a love language they understood and shared.

*Silva speaking with her mother, Chandra, in the Aetherial Sea after the events of Endwalker*

Chandria: I would have danced for you.

Silva: Huh? What do you mean by that, Mama?

Chandria: I would have danced for you, Silva. For every moment you needed someone to just listen to you. For every moment of happiness, sorrow, anger, and unbearable heartbreak you had to experience alone. For when words were simply not enough to bring you peace. I would have danced to bring you a small moment of peace, healing, and express my pride and joy for who you've become. That you were still worthy of love, my dear daughter.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 10d

THANK HEAVENS, THE SMUT DOC THAT'S BEEN DRIVING ME INSANE IS FINALLY FULLY DRAFTED!!! I CAN KNOW PEACE AGAIN!!! (And yes, the word count is high. I have no self-control.)

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 15d

Once again, I'm trying to be VERY normal about them, trying to be VERY normal about this single paragraph. And I'm absolutely failing at it 😂👀🥵 CW: Suggestive Themes, Sexual Tension, Heavily Implied Threesome #silvawrites | #HienSilvMorn

"Show me, then." Shaky as the three words were as she said them, it did little to mask the carnal want within them. The need to have Ricmorn and Hien wrapped around her. She swallowed, arching her back and rolling her hips as an offering, letting her legs spread further apart. Their gazes slowly roamed over her — watched — and the honest appreciation for the wanton display. Silva swore the temperature in the room rose just from that. She repeated the lazy roll of her body, moaning softly when Hien swore under his breath, and Ricmorn let a low rumble slip free. "Show. Me," she whispered. "Please. Be selfish with me — both of you. That's what I want."

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 19d

I'M BEYOND SICK OF THE SEVERE WEATHER THIS YEAR AND ALL THE CLOSE CALLS

A downed tree in a backyard due to severe storm systems moving through.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· 25d

Trying so hard to be very normal about this and STRUGGLING #HienSilvMorn

Silva gave a shaky exhale of his name, her eyes fluttering. Dark sea-green pools drifted shut at Ricmorn's groan of approval, only for her to open them again at Hien gentle demand.

"Watch him worship you, Silva."

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jul 18

Tell me how you really feel, Mars

Mars, a large male black cat with yellow-green eyes, resting on a folded colorful blanket on a beige-colored sofa. His eyes are narrowed as he looks at the camera and his ears are flared out.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jul 5

The things I do for my ship and wanting to see my favorite pixels smooch and be so, so in love in one of their favorite places in the world that was built on that foundation of love

A black document box with the title "It's Not My Garden, It's Ours, Darling" inside it.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jul 2

FUCK IT!!! More of the NSFW doc I'm working on between things. I just really, really love Hien and Ricmorn doting on Silva and being playful with their affection for her. She loves it too, even when flustered 🤭 CW: Oral Sex, Playful Banter/Teasing #silvawrites | #wolhien | #wolxwol | #HienSilvMorn

Hien's peridot eyes danced with amusement as he looked up at her, licking her slick from his lips as he pulled away from her soaked cunt. He loved how her brilliant sea-green eyes darkened with desire as Silva watched him — panting, a mess against colorful silk sheets. The slight shift in her body from open vulnerability to something that wanted to pounce on him. Perfect. Stunning. But he would have her melting again before long. "You always sing so beautifully for us when we're like this, [Wildflower,]" he praised sweetly, nipping the inside of each trembling thigh with blunt teeth before pressing soothing kisses to the blooming red marks appearing on her skin. He savored her low whines with each brush. "I don't think I will ever tire of hearing all the noises that leave you. The raw need behind each one. The wanting."

"M-much to my embarrassment," she stuttered out between gasps for fresh air.

Oh, but the slight burning in her lungs was so sweet. Addicting. The way her heart thundered against her ribs with every word, touch, and look he offered— they offered.

How she needed it to stay sane in this world full of chaos. How she needed them to remind her who she was, heart and soul.

Safe. Loved. Treasured. Respected.

Not just a Warrior of Light. Not just a Scion of the Seventh Dawn. Not one of the liberators of Doma and Ala Mhigo. Not just someone who fought for others and for justice, to rewrite the past, saved nations from war and conflict, and saved the fate of a reflection of her world.

But Silva — a woman who didn't let her grief and trauma mold her into someone cruel, and loved and lived life fiercely. Who laughed, smiled, cried, roared with rage, and bled like the human she was.

The young lord gave her thigh a playful squeeze. Hien couldn't help but smile when she giggled, the small sound breathless. "Not embarrassing, Silva. It's wonderful. It's you, unguarded and free. I love it — Ricmorn and I both love you and every precious sound you make."

A shaky breath escaped her lips as Hien's wandering mouth grazed against her sex — just the faintest kiss. Then he pressed another. Higher. Teasing and gentle at the same time. Such a difference from the way he had handled her moments ago. But magic in its own right, as brilliant sparks of levin danced along her skin from his touch, drawing soft sounds from her.

It was another way for him to show he loved Silva without using words — that she was so undeniably precious to him.

"Bastard," she eventually rasped, eyes fluttering as the tip of his tongue brushed her swollen clit before pressing a kiss to it. As Hien's fingers in her core slowed to a lazy drag that made her hips buck to seek more force, more pressure. But the word held no bite. No heat. "How I let you tease me like so is beyond me. So rude to leave me hanging on the edge of sanity, [my heart.]"

A huff of deep laughter escaped Hien, and Silva couldn't stop the whine building in her throat as his warm breath washed over her sensitive skin. "Please— You're a terrible liar, [Wildflower.]" He held her gaze, dazed, sunlit ocean waves crashing into grounding earthy green hues. "Be honest with yourself, Silva. You love it. You want it. Crave it every single time we're together. There's no reason to lie about that."

To get his point across or hear her moan his name — or both of those things, perhaps — Hien left behind tender kisses all over her slick cunt, his eyes never pulling away.

And moan his name was what Silva did, her fingers lightly tugging on his long hair with each soft exhale, silently begging for more.

Beautiful, he thought. Absolutely beautiful.

Hien watched as Ricmorn leaned down to whisper something next to one of her curved backward horns. Something in… Hannish? Whatever it was, the words were too soft for his ears. But he didn't care. Not when he saw her face turn several shades of purple as she choked her husband's name, her long tail thrashing against the bed at her side while the Auri man didn't look the least bit sorry. Not when the purple flush staining her cheeks bled down into her chest.

And fuck— the sight of her, flushed and squirming with aching need, made him want to devour her whole.

A weak swear left him as his hard cock twitched against the soft sheets. "Kami, you look absolutely perfect when your skin flushes so prettily like that, Silva."

"You both will be the death of me, I swear it!"

"Not a bad way to go, I think," Ricmorn teased, kneading at one of her breasts and rolling a pebbled nipple between his fingers, smiling smugly when she pushed her chest up against his warm palm for more of his touches. How could he not when she gasped so sweetly for him? "With your soul lit ablaze with desire for the two men you love as your spirit travels to the next life." He leaned his head down, sky-blue eyes full of hunger and want. His lips barely grazed hers as he spoke. "Fear not, sweetheart. We'll find you again there, too, and remind you what our love looks and feels like. Promise."

"You—" she growled at him, only for the sound to trail off and change into a mewl instead when he pinched and pulled on both of her stiff peaks at the same time.

He was a bastard, too.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jul 2

LITTLE LADY WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? HOW IS THAT COMFY???

Mercury, a small female black and white cat with yellow-green eyes, sitting in a funny position on a biege sofa. She looks more like a person sitting awkwardly rather than a cat resting.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 29

THE MOON LOOKS SO COOL TONIGHT 😍

A picture of a almost full moon peeking out from behind the clouds at night.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 28

We had to set up a camera that overlooks the big litter box to make sure Mars was using it without trouble while we slept/were out of the house. (Good news is that he is!!!) But Mercury is very suspicious of it, and it's so funny. I now have a gif of her being like "What is THAT???" 😂😂😂

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 26

Mars is doing so good today 🥹

Mars, a large male black cat, resting in a person's lap on a constellation blanket. He's fast asleep.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 24

If I could could get some good thoughts/vibes/prayers this way for Mars, that would be lovely. It's not like him to NOT eat or rush to his bowl of food at feeding time, so something is definitely up with him. Hoping we can get answers tomorrow at the vet, and it's an easy fix 💜

Mars, a large male black cat, resting on a beige sofa cushion.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 22

This is the current a set of three rings from both Ricmorn and Hien that Silva wears, and is based off the image below!!! (Which are rings I own and currently wear on my ring finger 💜) First ring is a crown of Amethyst, second is a oval cut Rainbow Moonstone, third is a cradle of diamonds.

First ring is a crown of Amethyst, second is a oval cut Rainbow Moonstone, third is a cradle of diamonds.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 22

Oh, look!!! Another NSFW doc with Hien/Silva/Ricmorn that has me by the throat 😂 It's been fun and refreshing to play around with this though between heavier/emotional docs. CW: Heavily Implied Nudity, Sexual Themes, Oral Sex. #silvawrites | #wolhien | #wolxwol | #wolship | #HienSilvMorn

There were purple-hued details about Silva's appearance, though she never really paid much attention to them.

But Ricmorn and Hien did, and they were some of their favorite things about their beloved Au Ra. The woman who held their beating hearts in her delicate palms.

Purple was the color of the freckles littering her light blue-gray cheeks and upper chest; the dark plum coloring popped against her skin, which only added to her beauty. It was one of her features that the young lord first noticed about her when they first met on that grassy rise in the Azim Steppe. One of his favorite places to graze his thumb against and brush kisses to.

It was one of Ricmorn's favorite places, too. Beautiful markings he memorized not long after she joined the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.

Oh, how many times had both of her lovers counted them as she slept peacefully in their bed or as a way to calm their rapidly beating hearts when fear or anger threatened to take hold? A connection to her they used when they needed grounding.

The number was too many for either to count. Or to admit.

Purple was the color of Silva's hair, streaks of magenta weaving in amongst the short waves. Soft strands that Hien and Ricmorn would occasionally tuck behind her ivory horns when they covered her sea-green eyes. (It was also a polite excuse to graze their knuckles along the scaled ridges.) Sometimes they would weave colorful flowers into her hair. They also loved tangling their fingers into her waves so they could tilt her head up to theirs and give her kisses, ranging from gentle and sweet brushing of lips to searing, hungry mouths that eagerly devoured the whimpers and sighs she made. For them to whisper kindness, burning praise, or filthy remarks against her mouth so she would breathe their names.

Only for them. Oh, how they never failed to leave her breathless afterwards. To leave her gasping for air and begging for more.

To leave her craving them with a hunger only they could fulfill.

Purple was the color that stained her cheeks when embarrassed, starting with a pretty shade of lilac before darkening to lavender and then changing to a brilliant sunset purple when flustered. Or… more so often than not as of late, when in the throes of pleasure. As desire burned brightly in her veins and oversensitive nerves, and only her two lovers could satisfy her and make her sane again.

Especially when either of their heads was between her thighs — just like Hien was now.

He had her pinned against the bed, one large palm curved over a thigh to hold her open to his devouring mouth. And he was hungry. (Dare Silva say he was starving, instead?) He wasted no time in covering her slick cunt with his mouth when the whisper of his name leaving her lips was also a plea. Desperate for the taste of her after bells of heated glances and teasing touches when no one — besides Ricmorn — was looking in their direction. Savoring her with deep, long licks through her wet folds and toe-curling suckles to her clit. Fast. Slow. Something caught between the two when Hien wanted to hear Silva whine and whimper for more. Always matching the pace with the two fingers buried inside her. To look up and watch her dazed eyes flutter as her back arched when he curled the digits just right.

And Silva loved it — burned for it like a wildfire caused by lightning.

"Seven fucking hells— Hien! " she cried out when the tip of his tongue drew hard circles to her clit. One of her hands weaved its way into his silky black hair while Ricmorn pinned the other when she tried tearing at the sheets so she couldn't attempt to stifle the lovely sounds she made as he repeated the motion. And dared to groan against her sensitive flesh. The low vibration sent a bolt of pleasure through her. "Oh, that's good. That's too good, fuck—"

Their deep chuckles echoed in her ivory horns and sent sparks of levin racing along her nerves as the world around her spun.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 20

Sweet treats obtained!!! 😍 So happy to have yogurt covered pretzels, wild cherry gummy bears, milk chocolate cranberries, and milk chocolate sea salt caramel squares again

A large bag filled with an assortment of candy and chocolate from Albanese Confectionery.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 19

Just don't eclipse the Moon 🌙

A small practice sketch of a crescent moon over purple waters with a night sky and stars. Made with acrylic paint markers

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 17

A sweet little moment with Hien, Silva, and Ricmorn as they eat dinner at the Dawn Throne!!! Think I'm super close to finishing this draft :) (Please note these snippets are VERY rough and full of mistakes, and they may appear different after edits!!!) #silvawrites

Ricmorn nodded once, the faintest bob of his chin, as he let some of the tension in his shoulders ease up. “Sit, Hien — join us,” he said. His gaze flicked over to the empty cushion beside Silva, and the young lord followed the movement. “Forgive me for my brashness. It’s been… a long day for all of us."

Hien nodded, his stance shifting as his body relaxed. "No harm done, my friend."

"Besides, it’ll be easier to look after Silv with both of us watching over her, just in case anyone else decides to test their luck.”

“You say that as if I need babysitting and can’t fend for myself, Ricmorn,” Silva grumbled, frowning.

A soft rumble of laughter left the white mage as he regarded her. The sound was slightly rough around the edges. “And you say that as if you didn’t deserve to be looked after the second you walked into my heart, my dear. As if people can't care for your wellbeing.”

"He's right, Silva," Hien agreed as he slowly crossed over to them. "People can care about you." A small grunt left him as he carefully sat down, taking extra care not to spill the two bowls in his hands. "Be respectful."

Silva found herself too tired to argue with them otherwise, a pale lilac blush painting her cheeks.

"Speaking of caring…" The young lord placed the bowl of brown hearty stew in front of him before handing the other, filled with a paler broth, to Silva. He gave her a soft smile when confusion crossed her face. "I caught you stirring the stew more than eating it while I was getting mine, and had a feeling your stomach would like something lighter. This will do the trick."

"Oh!"

She blinked, sea-green eyes wide as Silva gently took the steaming bowl from him, the heat of the liquid seeping into her palms. The light herbal scent didn't make her stomach churn. Earthy. Comforting. If anything, her mouth was watering compared to when the other bowl was in front of her — she wanted to eat. Silva raised the bowl to her lips, taking shallow sips. Warmth and salt hit her tongue first. Notes of ginger, scallion, cinnamon, and a hint of something acidic — something close to a lemon but not — followed next, blending beautifully with the delicate fowl broth.

A happy, satisfied noise rumbled deep in her chest after the fourth swallow, pulling the bowl away from her mouth.

"Fuck— that is delicious," Silva half laughed. "I could eat three more servings before my belly screams from being full."

Hien chuckled, spooning some of his stew into his mouth before speaking. "It is, yes. I ate more than my fair share of it while I was healing from my wounds," he admitted. "Easy on the stomach, nourishing for the body." His peridot eyes softened. "Healing for the soul and heart that ached from grief, pain, and questions I wasn't ready to discover the answers to."

Grief, pain, and questions he would face in time. But not now.

Certainly not now — there were more important matters at hand and different fears to conquer.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 16

Okay, maaaaaaaybe, I don't hate this part enough to NOT post it 👀 I'm also just a sucker for moments when Hien and Ricmorn offer Silva comfort and support. (Please note that these snippets are VERY rough and full of mistakes, and may appear different after edits are made!!!) #silvawrites

Silva's gaze remained on Doma Castle as the Confederate ships sailed through the broken gates with no enemy to greet them, coming close enough to complete the final step of their plan. With their cannons aimed directly at their target, they fired. And in the waters below, the well-placed explosives set by the Kojin went off almost at the same time.

The once high crimson walls of the beloved castle didn't stand a chance, crumbling into pieces and into the One River's welcoming embrace, exposing the inner parts of the palace. Their opening was here.

Anxiety surged through Silva, adrenaline mixing with it as her aether buzzed in the surrounding air, ready for her call.

She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready for this. Ready for possibly failure and any of the people she held dear dying at her feet, and—

The circling thoughts died when Ricmorn's hand found hers, slipping his fingers through hers and gently squeezing her palm. Grounding. Offering a place for her fears and worries to go because she didn't have to carry them alone. A promise that he was here with her.

She squeezed his hand in return. Hard.

Because if she met his worried sky-blue eyes, Silva knew she wouldn't be able to hold her tears back. Now wasn't the time for her to cry.

And yet she nearly did so anyway when Hien shifted himself into her line of sight, setting a careful hand on her shoulder. Comforting. His skin was warm against hers — another layer of grounding. A second offer of silent support, if she needed it.

She took it without question.

"Are you ready, Silva?" he asked, concerned eyes watching for the faintest change in her expression. Watery sea-green eyes stared back at him, full of emotion. Full of thoughts she wanted or couldn't say. Hien understood the feeling all too well as he brushed his thumb against her light blue-gray skin. "I know how much this is asking of you. The emotions, thoughts, and memories it brings — positive or negative or somewhere caught between. You're not alone."

"No," was Ricmorn's rumbled agreement. "You're not — far from it."

Silva let out a shuddering breath, and then another, taking their affirmations and care and using them to steel herself. Reminding herself of the truth held within their words and gestures as the rest of their group moved and gathered their supplies around them. And gods and kami bless them both; it worked. While not all of her anxiety fled from her blood, she was stable enough to tune it out.

To focus her emotions on the battle ahead and keep her wits about her without getting herself or anyone else hurt or killed.

She took one last deep breath before nodding, determination lighting up her face.

"I'm ready," Silva said, ready this time. And then softer — just for Hien and Ricmorn alone. "Thank you."

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 11

Playing around with this deleted/extra scene from my longfic again, and loving Ricmorn trying hard to work through negative emotions and Hien being kind, gentle, and supportive because he knows his fear/anger isn't at him. Also Esteem is mean and can't help but push buttons. Rude. #silvawrites

“Of course, and not that I blame him. Ricmorn cares for you deeply and wants to protect you, Silva — it's sensible. The second he saw you in danger, he acted."

She nodded. And this time, her smile was more real and warm. "You understand and respect that more than most people would when seeing him act like this the first time around, Hien," she said.

Hien raised an eyebrow at that. The awe in Silva's soft words. The way his remark seemed to settle over Ricmorn in a way that made him loosen his protective stance enough, telling the young lord that he was surprised, too. Empathy washed over him. "Truly? Then those people don't understand what it's like to lose something or someone precious. How terrible it is to lose a part of themselves." His voice fell when he spoke again, a low ache blooming in his chest. "How it changes you — for better or worse."

And how one makes a promise to themselves to never let it happen again.

"We remember," was Silva's whisper.

He nodded. "We do."

A pause, long enough for the heavy moment to nearly settle.

The young lord's gaze flicked from Silva, the empty space on the ground to her left for him to sit, and then returned to her. "Would it be fine if I—"

Hien's body shifted slightly before he could finish the question — for permission. A mere accident. Ricmorn's instinct kicked in before his mind could, sky-blue eyes narrowing as another ragged sound tore through his chest, tail thumping loudly behind him. Hien froze again, giving his friend the space and time to forgive the mistake. But instead of fear carved into his expression, it was worry.

"[I won't hurt her,]" Hien promised, speaking calmly in Doman — a way to offer some privacy if either he or the small Au Ra beside him needed it. "[I would never.]"

Words that were just meant for the three of them.

The reassurance struck a chord in Ricmorn. Truth wrapped in care. He knew Hien spoke with honesty, that he was sincere. But he couldn't stop the growl scraping against his vocal cords as the shadows in the corner of his mind flickered with life again.

"Do you believe him?" Esteem whispered, sending an icy chill down his spine.

He did.

He believed it before the memory of Hien pulling Silva away from the young man who grabbed her and placing her behind him cut through him. How the young lord did it without second thought.

Ricmorn aimed the belief at the darker version of himself and set the arrow free. Esteem remained silent, choosing to watch instead.

To respect the line that was drawn — for once.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 9

I'm so sorry today's been rough so far, and I hope it gets better!!! 💜🫂 I offer Mars sitting funny in hopes it brightens things up a little

Mars, a large male black cat with yellow-green eyes, sitting in a funny pose -- his front paws and legs are tucked behind his hind legs and paws.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 9

We don't usually see each other's headers, here's mine! The first commission gifted to me by dear friends AND the first art of my three beloved idiots (very affectionate), Hien, Silva, and Ricmorn together being cute and adorable!!! 💜 Art is by @/rushifaa.bsky.social (Reposted due to image issue.)

Header image of Hien Rijin and Ricmorn doting on Silva and putting a flower crown on her head.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 8

Some more of this doc I'm slowly chipping away at because these guys drive me insane, and I'm LOVING how this is coming together so far 🤭 CW: Sexually Suggestive Themes, Playful Teasing/Banter, Elements of Primal Play/Chasing #silvawrites | #wolhien | #wolxwol | #HienSilvMorn

She didn’t sound like herself either, Silva realized. (And if her horns heard it, she was damn sure his ears did too. Doubting it would be foolish.) Desire distorted her voice, words slightly breathy with a sharp edge of need for him to sprint after her.

Why wasn’t he?

Why wasn't he rushing up the stone steps, catching her, and throwing her over his shoulders and running to their room for the night?

A dark chuckle rumbled from Hien, shaking his chest and shoulders. She stopped mid-step, watching and waiting to see what Hien would do next. What he would say. What he would do. How would Hien make her crumble and fold to him without putting up a fight?

How would she fall to her knees or lie on her back with her legs parted before him, pleading for his touch and his body over hers until the need for more was too much for either of them?

Yes, that's what Silva wanted to know. To know what he would do to ruin her this time.

“Oh, Silva… [my beloved Wildlfower.] You know better than that by now. Yes? Or did you forget?”

His words had her full attention. Her heart raced when his laughter died, only for the organ to thunder against her ribs when the flash of heat in his eyes threatened to glue her to the spot. When the playful questions sent bolts of raw need between her thighs. Gods and kami help her.

"Well, did you?"

Not only was it a question, but a mischievous command under the surface. A taunt wrapped in layers of desire that was done burning quietly for the sake of being polite and around company.

And the way Hien locked his hungry gaze with hers as he spoke was everything.

Fuck—

Her breath hitched as her knees buckled for a second, her long tail swishing to one side to compensate. The shift in posture made him raise an eyebrow. Curious. Slightly amused. An expression that was smug in a way shouldn't turn her on more than she was. Silva tried to compose herself quickly, climbing another stone step, putting more distance between them.

As if that would save her from him slowly picking her apart thread by thread. Seam by seam. Piece by delicate piece until everything that was her very being was in front of him. As if that would save her from being devoured by him.

As if it wouldn't make all the teasing from earlier and now worth it in the end.

"What if I just like hearing you remind me every once in a while, Hien? Is that so bad?"

How in the seven fucking hells did her voice not shake? How did her words remain steady and not tremble as her body had seconds ago?

Challenge flashed in Hien's eyes. He took one step toward the grand staircase, the wooden banister creaking as his left hand curled around it. And that was— fuck. What she would give for that hand to curve around a leg, thigh, waist, her fucking throat— “Wicked woman. You know I’m always up for the chase,” he murmured sweetly. Hien’s lips twisted into a wicked smirk when she retreated up another step. When the quiver in her legs and tail spread to the rest of her body, betraying how much he affected her. “And you better start running if you wish to walk like normal in the morning, [Wildflower.]”

A delirious laugh threatened to climb up her throat. The sound came out as a rough scoff instead.

"Who says I want to walk at all tomorrow?" she countered, waves of heat crawling under her skin and scales. Silva backed up another step, just as Hien took the first. "Who says there's somewhere else I need to be, when there's only one place I truly long for?"

"Then I suggest you still run, darling. After all, I'm not the only one chasing after you."

The second Hien finished speaking, deep, rumbling laughter from the floor above them echoed along the stone walls, almost as if the third person in this game of theirs was waiting for his introduction. And Silva knew who owned the sound that never failed to sink into her bones and made her heart do stupid things in her chest.

Ricmorn. He was already ahead of both of them and was waiting to catch her somewhere above them.

"Fuck," she swore under her breath.

She needed to climb these blasted stone steps before both men pinned her in a corner.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 7

The sky and sunset tonight are GORGEOUS

A picture of a large, fluffy white cloud with some blue sky peeking through.

A picture of scattered white and gray clouds at the start of sunset. Some of the blue sky is peeking through the clouds.

A picture of a small cluster of white fluffy clouds and a blue sky.

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 5

Keeping my promise from yesterday. Silva being a gremlin and trying to get Hien to chase her after she teased him one too many times during a meeting :) (Don't worry, Ricmorn isn't far behind them.) CW: Sexually Suggestive Themes, Teasing #silvawrites | #wolhien | #wolxwol | #HienSilvMorn

"[Wildflower…]"

Soft pants filled the air as Silva rounded a corner, sprinting down another hallway that opened into a larger room with a grand staircase made of beige stone on both sides. The dull thuds of her bare feet hitting the blood red carpets were drowned out by her racing heart in her horns. (Her heeled sandals were killing her, anyway — and it was easier to run without them.)

Thump, thump, thump.

Oh, but the thrill of being followed was hot in her veins. That she pushed hunger and desire to a point that couldn't be ignored anymore by Ricmorn or Hien. And during an Alliance Gala in Ala Mhigo, of all places, to challenge that thin, delicate line of work and duty versus pleasure.

A teasing brush of her tail against their legs that shifted to a lazy coil around their calves, offering them an occasional squeeze of the soft, ivory scales lining the underside. Playful winks and heated glances over the lips of glasses when no one else was looking. A slow drag of her tongue along her mouth to collect any lingering drops of sweet white wine or water while holding their gazes.

And every time Silva looked at them, the heat smoldering in their peridot and sky-blue eyes grew and grew as time went on.

Lyse would forgive her for not really paying attention to the meeting and causing some chaos. Maybe. If anyone were to understand the situation Silva caused, it would be one of her best friends.

She prayed she would, anyway.

Breathy giggles bubbled from her lips, unashamed of being a menace for one night.

"Silva…"

The echo of steady, confident steps echoed off the stone walls following the call of her name. Paintent. Steady. The pose of a man still wearing his leader mantle.

But the electric edge of hunger to the sound filled her with excitement.

Oh, she couldn't wait for him to get his hands on her.

Silva was all bubbly laughter and smiles as she climbed up the stairs — slowly. Blood roared in her ivory horns as she carefully climbed the steps backward, refusing to tear her eyes away from Hien as he watched her from the threshold, approaching the staircase with long strides. The ravenous gleam in his gaze only slowed her steps.

And made her even bolder. To push this further. To see what point he would snap.

“What’s the matter, [my heart?]” she questioned, a playful pout on her lips. “Afraid of a little running? A little… chase?”

The way his eyes narrowed at her taunting, how his fingers twitched at his sides, made her breath hitch. Silva knew what that meant in their games. He wanted to touch her— needed to touch her. She needed it, too. She longed to feel those large palms run along her bare skin and white scales, toying with her body and all the sensitive spots that made her crumble. His mouth and teeth at her throat. To strip her clothes off with the deftness of someone who's done it a thousand times. For those thick fingers to graze against the soft inside of her thighs before finding their way between them.

The ragged cry that would leave her as the young lord pressed them inside her— Fast. Slow. Curling. Seeking that sweet spot to make her whisper his name like a prayer. Erotic torture when he would slow down until she was whimpering, each glide and touch edging her closer and closer to bliss.

"That's it [Wildflower,]" Hien would whisper against her parted lips, devouring her moans with greed. "Let yourself feel — let go. The sooner you fall apart for me, the sooner you'll have my cock."

Silva forced herself to swallow the weak whine crawling up her throat. No— it was too early. She wouldn't give him that, not yet. She wasn't ready to fold. “I'm surprised. That doesn’t sound like you at all, Hien.”

Silva✨️@silvaswiftcast· Jun 3

My best, pretty, bisexual girl 🥹😍💜