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The Kill List | Obscene - Cheri - 03-03-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Obscene - 03-03-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
Everywhere he goes in this land, he catches the floral jungle scent of his sister. Yet he never sees her. The idea that maybe he is haunted in the way that Aela’s son might be has begun to cross his mind. He says nothing to anyone else, even Cheri. Between the haunting of his sister, the guilt over Obsidio that seems to eat him from the inside out, and the slithering that is slowly returning, squeezing softly at his insides mostly when he is apart from her… He will not add to her worries. Everything is still so new between them, crossing that line from enemy to lovers. It feels fragile, delicate. He’s certain he will ruin it. He’s certain he will ruin her. A soft click of scales fall into place beneath the long silky threads of his ebony and gold mane, as if in agreement as his thoughts travel down darker paths. Once that was something he had thought he desired, destroying her. How quickly that has changed. Now instead of watching storms all night to escape his wild dreams… He watches her sleep beside him. Curled into his chest, the soft rhythmic rise and fall, her gentle breaths warm against his glittering flesh. It is a strange thing, the power of his emotion, that’s wormed itself through stone and opened his heart to something raw and overwhelming. In public, he remains cold and stoic minus the stolen warm glances or smirks he sends her way. His tongue is still sharp, when it needs to be. Alone with her, he is a different beast that can’t ever seem to satisfy his craving of her. The pain of losing the Pampas seems so small now. What was lost to the sea could stay there. His heart had finally found a place to land. Of course he had not told her this, these feelings he truly has for her. The knowing that she is the only one meant for him. Because for how long? How long would this beautiful dream last? In the twilight hours, he stands beneath the tall woods looking out where gray silvery sand reaches out for the ocean beyond. He’s starting to understand his calling to the sea. It was more than just his obsessions with storms (with her), why he finds himself looking out on cliffs to the wild waves below or the choppy ocean he gazes at now, turning his dark expression towards Nerine. It reminds him of his mother. (”I use to live in Nerine, I loved to watch the ocean there.”) Her voice floats through long pointed ears, a faint memory when they had stood together in the Pampas. It reminds him of the home he had sworn he would never return to. She breaks his train of thought, appearing from the mist with a teasing smile. The hardness fades from his features when he turns to look at her, an unusual warmth in the glittering iris’s of red. Her mouth presses against him and he doesn't hold back a low murmur of pleasure, wasting no time in returning the favor. The soft click of scales retreating is faintly heard as he reaches for her, his muzzle resting for a moment against her cheek. “I suppose.” He murmurs quietly, knowing they all had their own misgivings on being here for a variety of reasons. Pulling back to find her gaze, he asks the question that had been bothering him most. “I’m still not sure why you didn’t want it. It was your home after all.” If anyone had a claim to it, it would be her. “I do hope you know your not getting away scot free from this.” He drawls softly in her velvet ear, teeth finding her neck in a sharp nip as that warmth changes to something impish. “Champion of Taiga seems a good title for the Shield of Justice.” He grins wickedly against her skin, his mood already improving just by being so close to her. obscene @Cheri RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Cheri - 03-06-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Obscene - 03-07-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
It’s strange because these woods do suit him. Somewhere, he recognizes this. How the blackness of his coat blends with the shadows, the glint of gold muffled by the mist, bright red in the darkness. When Light was hovering above him, he looked even more picture perfect. The Dark Fae of the forest, standing amongst the wildflowers of his own creation that spread wherever his hooves land. This forest suits her too. Her own coat melding to the shadows, the vibrance of green that blends well with the foliage. A spasm of need works through the muscle of a broad shoulder as she sighs against him, that pretty little sound that makes the slithering stop and brings a different kind of hunger and heat instead. He grins at her verbal annoyance, pleased. “Champion Shield of Justice it is.” He remarks and lightly dances on long legs out of her reach in anticipation of retaliation. The memory of that nickname is recalled with just as much fondness, perhaps more. There is no straying from her for long. She curls herself beneath him and the low laugh that escapes through black lips becomes muffled by her feathers. Ever the obedient servant, his teeth begin to straighten the unruly mess of plumes but he is sure to leave one or two at odds. Just because he can, just because he still enjoys taunting her as well as her particular type of punishment. Even with certain words withheld, it is easy for him to read between the lines. He understands what she means. It was one reason amongst many on why he had also left Tephra and had never looked back. Until now. Still, he appreciates the sentiment behind her words and simply nods in understanding, letting the silence strengthen between them and only finding comfort instead of awkwardness there. For awhile he simply straightens her feathers, smoothes the wild tangles of frizz that the ocean air tangles into her mane. He doesn’t mind these little interactions, like busy hands it helps him think. At the mention of Aela, he is quiet although he smirks as he catches the change in her demeanor. One he had sensed so long ago in that thunderstorm of her own creation. It doesn’t frighten him, these small shifts in her that he had only caught glimpses of before. Just as she remained unbothered of the serpent, he was unconcerned. Not until he needed to be. If she ever lost her way, he would be there to help her find it again. If he was the source of it, then he would remove himself. No matter how badly it hurt. That night by the River had exposed and solidified many things for the Dark Fae Prince. Cheri was more than just his lover. A knowledge he had known perhaps since the first time he had laid eyes on her. A feeling that had followed him no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. His mate. His soulmate. Once he had ran from it. Now he had accepted this. And in the acceptance, he had come to a place of peace within himself. To make the right choice when it came to her… Even if it was also the hard choice. “Come.” She calls to him, freeing him of distraction. Instantly his curiosity is peaked and he follows her willingly down the shoreline. Deep down he senses what she is doing and places a sharp nip to her hip as she tries to dance away, teasing and appreciative. “I thought you were the one who would be responding to my every need, not the other way around.” He says with annoyance but is betrayed by the smile that easily spreads across dark lips. “What does the Princess hunger for tonight?” He asks innocently, increasing his stride to amble beside her and tossing a rather suggestive look in her direction. Making it clear that food is not what he had in mind. “More importantly,” He adds when the teasing between them dies a little to make room for something less light-hearted, “What magic do you speak of?” There is a hint of wariness in his tone, by now she was well aware of his natural distrust of magic despite the way he wields it himself. Of his plans of the future he says nothing, holding them close to his chest and debating on what exactly to say. What she might say. His thoughts suddenly revert back to Aela and the wicked laughter that had come from Cheri. It seems important, suddenly, to speak of it even if his question seems to come out of the blue. “Do you know why Aela hates this place?” He asks her quietly, his tone no longer hovering on the edge of amusement or misgivings as the red of his eyes seek out the cool green of hers. It’s more of a hypothetical question but he is curious if she is aware of the answer. He knows it of course, Aela had shown it to him years ago. It was the reason why at Cheri’s coronation he had looked at her Uncle with a mostly unreadable expression except for the cool glimmer of distaste that held weight in the glittering of rubies. obscene @Cheri RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Cheri - 03-15-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Obscene - 03-15-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin “Plant magic?” He asks, confused. What exactly did that mean? Not for the first time, he finds himself both awed and bewildered by her abilities. Where did she find all this power? And how safe was it for her to channel? He keeps his concerns to himself, not wanting the assumption that he had doubt in her capabilities. Still, he worried beneath all that smooth facade. The smoothness fades as his features twist into something mockingly offended. “Scared? When have I been scared of anything?” He asks with a grin, feeling safe behind the question that doesn’t reveal too much. He starts to pave their path with lillies (a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth knowingly) before pulling a variety of choices from nothingness before them. Some appetizers if you will. What the Princess truly wants remains to be seen as she becomes distracted by his change in demeanor, the question he asks. It occurs to him that it’s not his story to tell. However, he proceeds and acknowledges the risk. Besides, he doubts Aela would ever actually be as honest with someone in her family that wasn’t Reave. “As a child, her father tried to kill her. Drown her, actually. Her mother left her. Her brother spurns her. A child.” He pauses, considering Cheri and wondering if she could relate to any of it. For all of Aela’s flaws, he understood how they had manifested to begin with. She was the product of her environment. Much like himself. His red gaze moves from her and scans the tree-line beside them. “These woods are filled with ghosts that haunt her.” That’s why she hated this place. Why she detested the North in general. It reminds him of something else, Aela’s past. Perhaps what had truly spurred him to bring it up in the first place. Once, the volcano and its jungle had been filled with ghosts too. He thinks, not for the first time, that it was overdue for an exorcism. Looking back to her, his muzzle extending to bump against her own. He hadn’t meant to dampen the mood but it felt important, telling her this, when she had taken that teasing tone. “All I’m saying is… I’ve always seen her for her reasons and not necessarily her actions.” Her chaos. He wonders if Cheri might see him for his reasons too in the days to come. “Since we are…working… together, I just thought it important.” He wouldn’t begrudge her negative feelings towards the Seneschal (if she had any or knew the extent of what their relationship had been) and only hoped that it might help with whatever Aela pulled in the future. It was not a matter of if but when in regards to her. They continue to move down the shore and he brushes his mouth against her neck, murmuring quietly against her dark skin. “There is something else I would discuss with you. Before you turn me into a tree or something.” He adds with a grin, the mischief in his red gaze blurred with the glint of uncertainty at what he wanted to share. obscene @Cheri RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Cheri - 03-24-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Obscene - 03-27-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
lt had never been a secret, what Aela had once been to him. Her expression darkens and he wonders if it’s because of the information he’s shared or because of who it is about. If Mr. Lost Prayers came wandering back into the Taiga, would he be dealing with his presence with any grace? A soft snort escapes him at the thought, knowing very well what the answer would be. He’s starting to become attuned to the crystal mare’s various moods and when she becomes lost in thought, he notices. A soft laugh escapes from deep in his chest, casting warm breath to whisper against the lovely dark velvet of her skin. The thought of her actually being jealous because of him sends a strange thrill to run along his spine. It was still hard to wrap his head around it sometimes, how they had gone from such tense rivals into… this. “Are you admitting envy over me Cheri?” He teases against her cheek, letting his wandering touch express what he truly found enticing, what Aela couldn’t hold a candle to. He pauses, breathing in that intoxicating scent of rain and lilies. “I suppose I should be disappointed you won’t be fighting over me after all…” His dark laughter follows him as he pulls away, crimson eyes flashing with delight and amusement. Still grinning at her thinly veiled threat, he keeps the distance closed between them as they amble further down the coast. He falls quiet for a moment, letting the crashing sounds of the ocean mix with the twilight calls coming from the forest. Full of surprises, she had said. Would this be one she would approve of? He moves in front of her, blocking her path, so that he stands directly in her path. The look he gives her is piercing, potent. “When we’ve rebuilt, found those who are missing… I’m going to take Tephra. And then I want to find a way to bring back the South.” Aela had wanted him to dream bigger. And he had. The claiming of the volcanic kingdom was something he needed to do. Even if it wasn’t forever, even if it was temporary. It was something he had to prove to himself, an obstacle that had stood in his path for too long. Once he could overcome that, the possibilities were endless. There was also that twisting around his ribs, the memories of what had happened in the meadow never far from his mind. Aela looked at them as Immortals with nothing but time. The Serpent disagreed. This, at least, was something he might be able to do for them before time was no longer his to grasp. “I would see you be Queen again.” His whisky voice dropping low and rough with intensity. “Would you be mine? Until your kingdom is restored?” obscene @Cheri RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Cheri - 04-07-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Obscene - 04-10-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
Obscene had expected some sort of pushback on her end. Some sort of argument or disagreement. What actually came out of her mouth, he wasn’t expecting at all. There is a fierceness in her swear, unwavering and strong as she pledged herself to following him to hell itself. His red eyes widen slightly in awe, the slow easy smile spreading across his dark mouth turning hungry and feral with the intensity of his desire for her. Defiant, smoldering, she looks at him and leaves no questions in her wake. In this, at least, he is certain of her sincerity. “Anything?” He murmurs, his wicked mouth brushing heatedly against her neck as an entirely different craving (all thoughts of food and plans forgotten) takes over. “What else would I ask of you, Cheri?” He growls softly, his roving touch becoming more possessive as an ache flares deep in the pit of his belly. What he would not do to keep that smoldering flame alight in her spring hued eyes. There is every intention of taking her but he enjoys this new game between them, the one where they still dance around each other and draw out each delicious bite until neither one could hold back any longer. “More importantly, what would you ask of me… My Lady?” His words are low and husky, sweet and warm like the nectar of the gods as they whisper against the supple dark flesh of her before his teeth pluck at the delicate skin beneath her long silky mane. "What else do you wish for in this world besides Loess?" obscene @Cheri |