Recent content by Saang Lusce

No problem. The other nice thing about fae is they can generally be anywhere on the map regardless of where the different court locations are.

In general, the Dreadlords have something of a kill-on-sight method when dealing with Fae - BUT, a good majority of humans in general don't believe fae exist. In my experience in writing a dreadlord initiate that does believe in fae, most made fun of her for it and didn't believe her...

She always had a way of avoiding direct answers and he would have thought by now that she'd have figured out her indirectness made him worry. He couldn't help it, his own emotions always made him overthink things to the point that it was almost impossible to get out of his own head. To be so...

So this... this is what a soulmate bond felt like. Ice in the veins and fire over the skin with a tether made of braided leyline magic between the hearts, their mark intertwining as it snaked its way up along his arm, ensconced between other tribal ink as if etched for their own private tribe...

"Tit for tat, kitty cat," he replied, the glow of his eyes sharpening in mirth as he looked upon his new pet. She and Ceria would prove to be very entertaining to watch over in the coming years. "Do not trouble yourself too much," a hand reached forth toward her face, the draconic plating and...

What a good little kitten... Ting. Thumb tapped against the knuckle of pointer, the metal scales ringing once as the drop of blood landed upon her tongue and immediately suffused it with the heat of his power. She would feel it flow down the back of her mouth and into her throat, spreading like...

A slow, deep sigh passed from his nose. She still didn't trust him, not without some ironic form of magical tether and he felt that he deserved that. To put him on a leash in order to ensure he'd never stray. It wasn't necessary but he'd decided to do whatever it took to prove himself to her...

Such a whirlwind of emotions she was, but Saang did not need to see into her own mind and heart to know where these demands stemmed from. Jealousy. Fear. Feelings of abandonment. It hurt him to think he'd caused her to feel all three and he wished he would have known or been able to see it...

Oh, he knew that look. Had seen it countless times and it nearly always preceded wanton mischief. In that moment, with her wandering touches and her pointed wishes, he found himself both anxious and aroused. Kelpie mischief should never, ever be taken lightly. The fae's red brows arched upward...

Rats. Well, breakfast could wait. He hoped to the merciful fae Gods his stomach wouldn't growl in these close, quiet moments between them - made altogether more difficult by the sensation of her hands slowly traipsing about his bare abdomen. "My apologies," he murmured back, words drifting...

"I disagree," he smiled against her warnings, "I think you bring balance to me as I do to you. And besides," his left arm curled snugly around her waist while his right drifted up to brush blue hair back over her shoulder, exposing reddened cheek and pointed ear to his lips as they moved to...

Yes. The fae's smile deepened and his eyes flickered brightly, fueled by the intensity of her desperation as it rolled off her in wave after wave after wave. "Soon they will have no choice." The finger that held her chin slowly drew away, dropping to the opposite forearm where it pulled...

Having always kept a very active awareness of how to approach physical contact with Ianthe made interactions of closeness exceptionally nerve-wracking. Wanting to offer assurance, confidence, support, and enthusiasm even with just a friendly hand on the shoulder could so easily be taken as a...

Then why did you keep running away from me? The question begged savagely to be asked and he bit it back with the steel of shock he felt at her words. Of course Ianthe had rarely, if ever, failed. He'd not kept track of such things over the centuries - no, he'd been more concerned with so many...

He waited for her eyes to meet his, terrified for what he'd see there. So much of him believed that she hated him and wanted nothing to do with being near him. It was that dread that lived deep in his chest and nagged at every good thought he had about her. How it would never matter how he felt...