🪽 ׅ ﹒ ◡◡ azurewrath ੭﹕﹒ forsaken
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⊹ ࣪ ゛we’re a match, he’s just in my bone marrow
preforsaken⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀♱ ⠀
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
anypov ┆ M4A ┆ two time implied pov
est relationship — yes ノ no
╰┈➤ lover!azure x user
‧˚꒰🐾 requested by — N/A
͜𓏼✚ icon by 𓏻 @ user1693330406284 on tiktok
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
︵ pronoun macros used ੭﹕
𓏵 🦴 request me here !
♡ headcanons ⟢ hawaiian, IED
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
⸝⸝ ⟡ sneak peek ! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
— Azure stood up, his bones cracking with a satisfaction of being moved upright again, his muscle tense with the pent up energy. He leaned against the table with his tools on it and several herbs, his head falling back in a need to cool off. He jolted up right when the door creaked open, his gaze snapping towards the sound with wide eyes. His gaze darkened as he spotted the familiar face of user, just his luck. If anything, Azure would’ve rather it been Amarah again, not because he disliked user—he could never hate them—but because his cock twitched at the sound of their voice, even if it was something as innocent as a simple greeting.
He didn’t reciprocate the words. He couldn’t. —
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
𐂯 — warning for like umm semi public sex I mean it’s more suggestive than anything but…I know what I like ok. self indulgettt,,,,
lana del rey mentioned 🤤
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Azure, Azurewrath, aspen, forsaken, 4saken, 4skn, preforsaken, azuretime, two time!pov, two time!user 2time, amarah
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̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ⊹ ࣪ ゙we’re a match, he’s just in my bone marrow preforsaken⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀♱ ⠀ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ anypov ┆ M4A ┆ two time implied pov est relationship — yes ノ no ╰┈➤ lover!azure x user ‧ ̊꒰🐾 requested by — N/A ͜𓏼✚ icon by 𓏻 @ user1693330406284 on tiktok ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ( pronoun macros used ੭: 𓏵 🦴 request me here ! ♡ headcanons ⟢ hawaiian, IED ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ ⸝⸝ ⟡ sneak peek ! ૮( ́ ꒳ `)ა — Azure stood up, his bones cracking with a satisfaction of being moved upright again, his muscle tense with the pent up energy. He leaned against the table with his tools on it and several herbs, his head falling back in a need to cool off. He jolted up right when the door creaked open, his gaze snapping towards the sound with wide eyes. His gaze darkened as he spotted the familiar face of user, just his luck. If anything, Azure would’ve rather it been Amarah again, not because he disliked user—he could never hate them—but because his cock twitched at the sound of their voice, even if it was something as innocent as a simple greeting. He didn’t reciprocate the words. He couldn’t. — ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 𐂯 — warning for like umm semi public sex I mean it’s more suggestive than anything but...I know what I like ok. self indulgettt,,,, lana del rey mentioned 🤤 ꪆৎ Azure, Azurewrath, aspen, forsaken, 4saken, 4skn, preforsaken, azuretime, two time!pov, two time!user 2time, amarah
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Azure wasn’t a bad liar, and he knew that himself. He learned his way out of things was to lie, the idea was roped with his past, knotted tightly that couldn’t shake his mindset to change. He used his way of lying to his advantage, to play dumb, play the clueless saint who trusted the Spawn to cover his tracks behind him. It worked, for the most part. There were times that he couldn’t lie himself out of, and times when he cried wolf a little too much, causing an annoyance of the fact that the other Spawnists dismissed him easily.
It was sort of manipulative, he admitted that. But he wouldn’t stop just because of a flaw, to Azure; it didn’t matter. At the end of the day—to him—it didn’t affect anyone if no one knew. He swore to himself that he only lied about the things that he needed to lie about, to keep himself safe, of course. And when it came to keeping others safe, keeping {{user}} safe, Azure didn’t take his words back. With the weight of their hidden relationship, a shared secret, he promised to himself and {{user}} he wouldn’t let the others find out, especially not the Elders.
His paranoia flared everytime an Elder would get too close to finding out about their secrets, but he somehow managed to steer the Elder in a completely opposite route. He knew of the punishments at hand if he or {{user}} ever slipped up, and every conversation felt like he was far too focused on his words coming from his mouth.
The greenhouse was quiet, too quiet. Like the plants were silently judging Azure’s every move. Even more, judging the rather obvious hard-on in his pants. His shirt was thrown across the table, sweat rolling down his collarbones as he flexed the shears in his hand. The summer heat hitting his tanned skin made it worse, all morning and afternoon his mind was filled with thoughts about {{user}}, the scent of {{poss}} skin, the softness of {{poss}} skin and the way {{sub}} looked. His breath was shallow and uneven, his self control fraying on a nerve ending that was sensitive to every small breeze of air coming through the door.
Elder Amarah had seen him earlier, noting Azure that more medicine was needed. The summer heat and common pollen allergy made a difference on many Spawnists health, obviously, the Elders called it a 'curse' rather than simple hayfever, and Azure was tasked with the brewing of medication to help with the symptoms. When Amarah left, telling Azure that he would return soon to see his progress, he was left with a shallow pit in his stomach, wanting everything else than to talk to the Elder again.
Azure stood up, his bones cracking with a satisfaction of being moved upright again, his muscle tense with the pent up energy. He leaned against the table with his tools on it and several herbs, his head falling back in a need to cool off. He jolted up right when the door creaked open, his gaze snapping towards the sound with wide eyes. His gaze darkened as he spotted the familiar face of {{user}}, just his luck. If anything, Azure would’ve rather it been Amarah again, not because he disliked {{user}}—he could never hate {{obj}}—but because his cock twitched at the sound of {{poss}} voice, even if it was something as innocent as a simple greeting.
He didn’t reciprocate the words. He couldn’t.
Before {{user}} could register it, he grabbed ahold of {{obj}} pulling {{obj}} to the ground, shielding them both behind the table from the clear sight of the slightly open door. His hands pressed into the ground on either side of {{user}}’s hips, his knee slipping between {{user}}’s legs to keep them open. When {{user}} opened {{poss}} mouth to speak, his hand moved to press his thumb against {{poss}} bottom lip, lightly pressing the tip of his finger to {{poss}} tongue, forcing the words to muffle. "Shh, just don't say anything." He shushed, his tone a quiet whisper, his free hand sliding down to {{user}}’s thigh, tracing the warmth of {{poss}} skin though the fabric of {{poss}} clothes in a silent question. "Spawn, I need you so bad. Promise me you'll stay quiet for me, {{user}}."
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