Recent content by Solenne

Solenne naturally leaned his way, captivated by the promise of secrets waiting to be discovered by all her senses. Even his touch, still never leaving her, drew her in. Her lips parted, staring up at the Spring Court King, and a sly smile lifting her pink lips at the corners. Her eyes...

It was as if the King of Spring knew how to tantalise a Leannan after secrets as he brushed away the hair covering her ear, whispering so softly so that only she may hear it: a secret he kept from her. Her heart swelled at the idea, the very thought exciting her blood that she warmed. Her...

The Leannan smiled too, as if his own were the sun upon her petals. "Well then," she brought their connected hands into the warmth of her other, holding his larger hand between her own as she lifted them to her chest. "Will you still have me? Show me the realm you preside over so that I may...

Curiosity and wonder fell back into her in waves, remembering the tale he recounted to her as they danced to the song played in honour to such a story. Solenne's free hand lifted to the faded letters, fingers tracing them. "A memory for you? Or is this a clue, that perhaps we may get to glimpse...

Sweetness pulled at her lips as he complimented her, and she felt that strangely dark and coy allure pull her a step closer to the Spring Court King, just as he came to be by her side. He towered above her, but her neck was already craned to peer up at the Tower he so fondly told her the tale of...

Her approach was quiet, slow, but until she was within view, her barefeet did not crunch against the grass, nor did her dress skirts drag behind her. She was dressed in all white, giving her inky black hair a stark contrast against olive skin. Her dark lips held a pleasant smile as she came to...

The Sidhe canted her head to the side, as if someone where whispering to her. Rust hues regarded the one before her, a good few feet distance between them. The smile was, still, ever present. "You may call me The Keeper. Until you have proven yourself to The Keeper, then I shall give you...

Eyes were concealed in the darkest shadows the trees could cover, but the leannan sidhe had sheathed her wings, watching on as the heavy importance of duty and task was placed upon her by the King she chose to serve. None could be trust with such a secret, not unless they were born to hear them...

"Such as myself." She interjected. Solenne smiled, one that withheld secrets of her own. But he did not outright deny her, merely speaking that one day he would be willing to divulge her curiosities. The leannan grinned, pleased to know that she would see him again once this night was over...

Solenne wagged a single finger, directing it to the King's way and clicking her tongue as if she were chastising a young child. "I feel as if I am now caught in your web of charms," she smiled, hands falling flat against the yellow skirts of her dress. "And that you are now honing in for your...

Solenne dared not to move a muscle as the King neared her, only to brush past and take the seat she had seen him in earlier. A smug smile pulled at her lips as she turned to follow his movements, letting her rust coloured eyes settle on him for a moment. Her reasoning to attend was still...

It was a sheepish smile adorning her face when Nairth inquired about her scarcity. To tell him the reason made her nervous all of a sudden, unsure of how he would take her word. Most brushed it off as nothing, but they do not know the scars she must bear in doing so. So she laughed, shaking...

Solenne blinked, hearing his words. Her eyes darted to the commotion happening beyond the pair, flicking to each face moving to the goblin and the copper haired Duannan. There were a small number of them here, a family she realised, and the thought gave life to a small smile at her lips. She...

There was no need for her wings now that Nairth spun her round so quickly, the shimmering and fluttering seemed to disappear from view. If one were to look closely, the wings traced an outline at her back, almost as if it were a tattoo centering at her spine. Solenne's breath quickened as she...

The King spoke with an eloquence she was unused to, but it melded well with his charm. The wisdom he spoke with turned sweet, but not the sickly honey that stuck to flesh, rather the kind to attract and lure closer. It was rare for Solenne to feel charmed, but she suspected the way his hand ran...