Recent content by Baenon

"Can you keep up with me at a full run as a raven?" One week spent in each other's company a year did not make for a great deal of varied circumstances. Never before had they a need for both of them to take their beast form and then test the limits of their speed against one another. Baenon...

"I do not know..." Baenon replied at length. He could see nothing outside but an empty town road. It was far too early in the morning for the majority of the citizens to be awake and roving about, but his instincts had never lead him wrong. "My contact was to meet us here at noon but it is not...

"That was not a suggestion," the snarl held an edge of severity to it typically reserved for those who had garnered his loathing. He'd dropped his things and was at her bedside in less than a breath, a gloved hand roughly snatching the woman's bare upper arm and lifting her to sit up. The grip...

There was one room left at the inn, and it was the simplest and cheapest room available. Baenon complained not. The shuck could make himself comfortable in the most barren of locations - the fact that the bed was a straw mattress made not a lick of difference to him. He slept soundly and rose...

Baenon snarl-scoffed as he snatched his bag from the table, "As. You. Wish." And out he went, slamming the door shut behind him.

"It is not silly," Baen snarled in return, yanking on his clothes as though Midir had sounded the horn for an impromptu hunt, "it is imperative that I keep my distance lest you seduce me with your-" he gestured vaguely to all of her, "hormones and wiles and end up pregnant." He'd never hear the...

If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn he was growing drunk on her scent. Baenon didn't drink, so he had little to compare the sensation to, but he was shortly losing his faculties over his logical thinking. The shuck lingered there, drowsy on culminating hormones, and barely heard...

Knew better, and yet still she insisted on poking the shuck, as it were. At times he wondered if it amused her to do so, simply to learn his reaction. Testing to see if he'd become complacent enough with her. Baenon gave her a rumble for a response, one that reverberated deep within his chest...

Still he may have gone, but the shuck's gaze remained calm despite the new complicated combination of cogs this conversation had set churning in his mind. Baenon was not a fae that liked or even allowed physical contact - what arrangement or ... agreement or ... allowance he'd come to terms on...

"...that is the nature of our liaisons." Baenon wasn't lying. Not just that he couldn't as a fae, but because the time they spent in one another's company was always for business. Aster's annual Future's delivery gave her a week's time in Winter in which Baenon had been charged as her Ward and...

"Dear Omnia," Baen fixed the woman with a flat, serious gaze, "you forget your own clout among the fae. Anyone else would have gone with you because they were told to. The Dusk Court asks for very little, and rarely when they ask are they denied. Take some pride in your station and the place you...

The scoff quickly turned to a raised lip of distaste at her use of his legal name. Baenon had taken Ceilidh and Traynor's last name only because he'd needed benefactors to support his attendance of the Winter Court's University. He used the family name on paperwork only. Bureaucratic nonsense...

He scoffed, a faint look of distaste at the notion of cuddling crossing his face - an expression she would not see. Baenon the Sluagh would not ever admit to such things. If anyone asked, he was keeping the Omnia warm. "This may well be one of the only times you venture out into the mortal...

"Mm," Baenon rumbled his unspoken response, eyes narrowed. The shuck grabbed a sponge floating in the water and began to scrub over his arms and shoulders, the sound of waterplay mingling in the silence between their words. Her sarcasm was noted. "If that is how you truly feel, then we will...

"No, you are a thief of warmth," Baenon replied, "it is known." Any time they shared a bed it was his warmth that she stole. Now the bath water. Surely a most practiced and skilled thief. The shuck took a moment to appreciate the size of the tub - for as tall as each of them were, there still...