Recent content by Seska the Dragonslayer

"It is a fine day for a ride," she said, a touch breathless. She covered by draining her own glass of wine, tongue delicately licking the last crimson drops away. "Just remember, I am a delicate flower." She batted her eyes at him coquettishly, a certain light burning within their depths. "You...

"Enjoy me?" She fluttered her lashes and hooded her eyes. There was always a level of playfulness between them. Wild, when considering it was born of the most serious of situations imaginable. "Why, is this not the kind of enjoyment you seek?" She wafted a glass of ruby liquid into her hand and...

"It's funny, but I cannot even remember why I sought a throne. Damned uncomfortable things, those." She laughed at her own joke lightly, even if there was a thread of pain riding beneath it. She couldn't remember exactly why, but protection of those she cared about had been one of them. Turned...

"I was among the mightiest of the mighty, once," she said distractedly. She stared at the spire with reminiscent eyes, lost in a fragment of the past. "Heavy is the crown, as they say." She shook her head and leaned into the steadying presence of the elder elf. It felt good to have another to...

"Please," she said lightly and low. "I've cut people to pieces with my tongue for more years than I care to remember. Besides, I could always turn them into frogs." She laughed at the image that crossed her mind then, eyes dancing through the gallery without much interest. Portraits of...

She walked alongside him, hand on his arm as they went to the painting. She had little appreciation for artwork, or rather little appreciation for artwork down with brush and canvas. She had spent more years than most could conceive of simply honing her Art before ever coming to this world. Her...

For a moment her eyes were distant as she worked a different kind of magic than was her normal custom. She was a sorceress and had been for more time than many could comprehend, even among the immortal Fae. Her Art was broad in its application, but it was destruction that she had specialized in...

"However long I say is fashionably late," she said with false airs, her face a mask of arrogance with a hint of the amusement underpinning it. "'tis good to make people wait every now and then. Even if their concept of waiting is...flawed." She gestured at the water with her free hand, and...

She squeezed his arm. "I have learned a lot of tricks over the handful of years I've been alive," she said lightly. "I've probably forgotten more than most mortals could learn." She was oblivious to the looks that passers-by directed her way. Too much of her life was spent moving among mortals...

She preened at the compliment, smiling at Draedamyr. "And you look like sophistication manifest, my dear," she replied. "It is well you have those strong arms, too," she added. She hopped down from the seat and smoothed her skirts. "Just in case, you understand." She winked at him, and linked...

She gave him a languid smile, eyes filled with a knowing light. There was no need for words - their eyes could tell all without such limitations. "There is no need to rush. After all, a Lady is always fashionably late." She took on a pose of hauteur and well-bred arrogance, head tilted up just...

The confidence and playfulness melted at the question. She looked away for a moment before she finally answered him. She did not quite meet his eyes. "You were enjoying yourself so much around immortal company and, well..." She trailed off and shook her hair so that the fall of silver flew. "I...

His touch made her blood sing, but she carefully kept it from her face. She draped her other hand over his lightly. "In so much as humanity offers by way of civilization. Someone is bound to be robbed or stabbed. Even if it is only metaphorically." She almost giggled at the thought of being...

"One of the Court functions?" She sounded distinctly... amused. She eyed Draedamyr with a sidelong look that spoke so much more than the few words she had spoken could ever convey. There had been some memorable moments in the last she had attended, warlock in tow. "No, nothing so dire. I stay...

She moved in a gliding motion that barely disturbed her skirts, fixing him with a brilliant smile. There was an edge of mischief in her face today, the set of her lips and the gleam in her eyes. Though not often one to indulge in the ... predilections of the Fae, every now and again it was fine...