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Caterina Forsyth Royal Duchess - Summer Fae Appears 43. Actually 752. Professor of Fine Arts

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Loyalties | Mags & Caterina | Past

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snowhcven:

In between the reoccurring lapses of consciousness, Mags silently vowed to make the rogues pay a punishment so cruel and so foul that the Seelie Courts would weep. Months, years, centuries after. And with each tear she would feel more refreshed in her dealing of justice. Whenever she felt a calloused hand at her ankles or her arms to move her, the redheaded fae imagined ripping said limb from their bodies. A muffled growl left her lips - so uncharacteristic of the lady. They made a point to belly laugh and say as much. Their tongues would be cut clean from their disease-ridden mouths. She made a note to add that too onto her list of tortures. Despite her strong thoughts, the fae felt immobilized. Vulnerable. Helpless. It was a feeling she had never felt in her entire life; one she learned, rather quickly, she did not care for. Knowing panic and defeat were never an emotion the Snowhaven were meant to show, she pushed this down deep inside of her soul. The part of it she never visited. Nor a part most knew she owned.

By the time help had seemed to arrive, the unseelie fae was lying limp across the floor of the caravan. Sounds made their way to her ears, but her eyes could not stay open long enough to recognize her surroundings. She must have looked so pitiful. A slender woman of pale, snow skin, lying in a mess of her long, copper red hair. So small compared to the usual bold lady of the Winter Court. Mayhaps it was best her help put her out of her misery, and save her the shame of returning a failure. Though it took but her last name whispered to remind her who she was. And that was not someone who quit. A sound between a sigh and a groan escaped her, but she forced herself to nod - just barely. Enough to give her company the go ahead. Frankly, it didn’t matter who the other was right now. All that mattered to Mags was being freed of the iron bounds.

But the younger fae did peek. A glimpse of blonde hair, eyes appearing to her like the cold trickling streams of the forest, and height that far surpassed her own. Familiarly played at the corners of her mind, but in her haze from the iron, Mags could not truly tell. Here to help you. Yes, it was about time. She tried not to stir but as the other woman pried the iron bindings away, the Snowhaven woman felt a flicker of intense burning and jolted, sucking in a harsh breath. it was as if the material itself clung to her, willing to never separate. Yet it did. Thank the heavens, it did. Her icy blue eyes revealed themselves properly to her heroine, taking only a moment now to lock onto the face staring back at her. Though the fellow fae focused on slipping a ring onto one of the her fingers shortly after. “Is this your way of proposing to me?” The tease fell so gracefully from her lips, ones gently curled at their corners in spite of everything that had happened to her in the past sum of hours. Her eyes hid themselves once again and her body struggled to sit up. Exhausted. She was so exhausted.

Already she could feel her strength returning to her, but it would be nowhere near the necessary to run from the scene. Because of this, Mags realized with frustration that she would have to lean her weight onto the other fae. It would wound her pride a third time. How many times thereafter would it take for her luck to flip? The redhead reached for the blonde’s arm, fingers wrapping delicately around the skin. With the support, she pushed herself to her feet - though it had taken a near stumble to realize she was fantastically hopeless. “I hear rushing water.” Mags lifted her head weakly as if she was being summoned, insisting with a firmness in her tone, “There must be a river nearby.” Anything to cover their tracks and lead them, hopefully, to a clearing where they could recover. Rather, she could recover. Since the other fae did not appear to be harmed in her rescuing of the lady. How very classic, Mags thought in passing. It was like something out of a novel - the kind of ones she secretly enjoyed. 

“I ca-” the Winter Court woman began to say, stopping short at the idea of admitting this aloud. Shaking her head in blatant annoyance, Mags blinked her eyes to stay awake, “I don’t believe I can walk on my own.” Her legs felt like they were still being weighed down by the iron, but the effects had lessened to the point of being able to take steps. Slow and steady would win the race, would it not? Perhaps not if the Seelie Guard happened across this scene. Who then would they blame? The ‘innocent’ Seelie ‘bystanders’ or a Lady of the Winter Court and her quite capable ally? An ally who she now recognized. Another loyal Unseelie like herself, though they had only seen one another in passing. Nothing concrete. “Mags,” she offered eventually in favor, “Call me Mags… And you are?”

Well despite the shouts of pain, Caterina knew that it was no doubt a necessity. She never had to save someone before, not at this level, most of the times she was the reason why guards were needed to be placed - similarly how she never had to show her face to her targets. But seeing as the redhead was still young and in so much pain - and she wanted to build the initial trust needed for her to follow, the blonde was left with no choice but to give her name and show her face. The blonde could see how weak the other was, exhausted, struggling, tired and Caterina felt no pity, just a pang of anger for what reason there was to this. Despite the fact that there had been a lingering want and guilt in Caterina's heart to have changed her allegiances there was no doubt in her that what she did - saving another- was a point directed to being a Seelie, there was a part of her that believed that if she stayed loyal to her roots she might have just played her targets after all.

Caterina couldn't help but give a laugh, for despite the pain the other seemed to be they were still able to give a tease that deserved praise. Caterina's eyes moved to the other's as she spoke - alertness halfway gone as she moved her gaze towards the Snowhaven's curled lips - a tease, one that she was used to having - and doing that Caterina herself placed her face so very near the other's, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she met the redhead's teasing with her own. "Only if you really want me to." Oh there was no doubt Caterina would pin the Snowhaven down, only if they were of perfect health, and only if they were safe after all. That teasing smile was delicious and she would oh so readily devour it.

Water? Water sounded safe, and good - there would be pockets of land nearby and most importantly foliage or anything that could hide them."Lead the-" Caterina was about to say but she was cut-off just as the other fae seemed to struggle with her words. "Then isn't that why I'm here... Mags? The gallant hero that would see you safe from here to there-" she let her voice drip with soothing tone one, a voice that naturally charmed so many others - even those not of her own home court. Caterina let the other move themselves comfortably so that they may be able to move, her own arms ready to stabilize, comfort, ease any tension that there was. "Caterina, my lady. Caterina Forsyth, do not worry about needing assistance, use me as you wish-- within my capacity of course." the blonde even went so far as to give a gallant bow. A smile once again graced her features - a smile meant to dazzle and open other people up easier, this time though she meant it. The redhead was beautiful, a beauty only the Winter Court could ever produce. Surely Caterina has seen the beauty in all sides of the fae and their courts but the Winter was still the head of the Unseelie, a pang of home and roots and supposed loyalty, Magnolia Snowhaven's beauty was a testament to that. The fae headed towards where the water was awaiting to set up anything, a makeshift camp, recuperation, anything that could make the travel back to the Winter Court lands less tedious. “Is this the right place?” she asked as she saw a flowing river. Caterina was ready to settle as she propped her back against a tree and massaged her shoulders. “We should rest, I would invite you back to the Summer Court to rest properly but... that might not interest you?” The journey to the Winter Court was possible but definitely not as easy, there was also the fact that the other was still injured.

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allvsons:

that’s allison — unexpected. she has never known how to walk into things gently or how not to jump at the opportunities before her, especially when it comes to professors whose attention she yearns for, and the art professor is beautiful. ‘ so no pressure then, ’ she jokes, pushing off the water fountain to lead them back towards the empty studio. it’s not lost on her that caterina must be wondering why her advice is being sought out, and it’s then that allison must come up with an excuse other than being a little minx. ‘ it just makes sense, you know? i mean, i could ask a science professor, or a math teacher or something, but they wouldn’t have the same … appreciation for the art. i really wanted you. ’

Caterina gave a shrug of her shoulders and an eyebrow raise at her comment although it wouldn't be amiss that a small smile started to form. The fae followed the student towards the studio, curious about the whole thing ahead of her. "And i'm really not just available professor or anything that came to your notice, yes?" she retorted back - although now with a  more relaxed tone similar to Allison's. "Well, then I now... look forward much more to this routine of yours - is it only for you or are there other’s in this?” she gestured towards the student and direction of where they were headed. “For a competition, right? Is there one being held in the school? Outside?” Caterina could decide to be stoic all the way and give a noble enough answer befitting as feedback but the praise by the girl was nothing to scoff at after all and so she returned the favor by being a little bit more welcoming. ‘Appreciation indeed’ she thought to herself. 

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The seemingly sudden appearance of the Fae had been firmly on Vic’s mind, or rather the implications of their appearance. He didn’t know enough of the species, other than in the margins of texts he found here and there. But if this Dark Coven already had an issue, things would only get worse.

The alpha was enjoying his third lamb on a stick when he caught a scent other than the flesh he was eating. “Y’know, Spring isn’t exactly my season, but I gotta admit, I do love a good festival, especially the food.”

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"Isn't there always a festival per season?" the fae asked as she passed behind the man. She was exactly there at the festival for this, talks. Whether small or come what may there would always be someone that she could meet that would help her get a footing within the school.  "Quite the appetite you have there-" a soft chuckle escaped from her lips as she took one of the available meat covered sticks for a bite. "Not bad-" she said as she honestly feared the worst for taste.

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clad in black hot shorts and a sports bra, it’s with a breathless little laugh that she turns her attention away from the water fountain and to the person on standby. ‘ do me a big favor?? will you watch my solo?? i need feedback. i don’t know if it’s competition-ready. ’

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That was unexpected, Caterina thought as she was suddenly pulled from her usual walks into the notice of a young blonde woman who seemed to be wanting her attention for something. Ah, a dancer then, or someone who was going to do a sort of routine - at least from the clothes she wore it seemed to be a dance or exercise routine. “Feedback I can give, surely, darling, though I hope you would prove yourself worthy of it.” Her stance was no doubt of radiant elegance but with a touch of sternness from also being a professor. Of course this wasn’t really her personality on the face of speaking to a spirited student, but then again the younger one wanted feedback for a competition - Caterina would give pleasantries after the decision. 

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siennaroosevelt:

Mags had always said that fae were the best creatures on Earth, vampires coming in second and the redhead had always believed her best friend – so why did she carry such a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach? Vampires weren’t supposed to feel, or were able to get sick. And yet, there was a strange undescribable feeling flowing through her veins, mainly where the red blood thingy in her chest was. This woman was fae, but so much warmer than her best friend was. Of course the redhead was warm towards her, but to others? Absolutely not like Caterina and she wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she had never met another fae in her life before and this was all new. It made her suck in a pointless breath, however for the vampire it was everything but pointless. The beating of the blonde’s heart compelled her, made her stare at her blood red painted lips for far too long as she got distracted by her heartbeat. That was, until she saw those hypnotizing lips move and her seducing voice completely captured her in her non-existent trap.

But the vampire wasn’t trapped, nor did she feel like she was trapped. If anything, it was a welcoming feeling that conquered her entire body. That made her feel like her knees were buckling, even though it was just a piece of imagination and it was her brain playing with her. Because the vampire was strong and if she wanted to, she could fight the fae off of her in case it was indeed a trap. But mentally she felt entirely screwed up. The way her hand got taken by such a delicate touch, how she got to feel her body drove her crazy. The oh-so-confident Sienna was forlorn in limbo, as her nerves slightly took over. Caterina was intimidating to say the least, but she got lured al the more into her seduction — and Sienna liked every second of it. Her lips parted, she wanted to say something, but no words came out, instead she drifted her eyes down to where her hand had stranded and she rested her tongue between her wisdom teeth as she tried to control herself with all the power she had.

‘‘Oh.. I..’‘ what was it she really wanted to say? The offer was so tempting and her need had grown so fast over the passed few minutes, ‘‘..I don’t think we should –’‘ was she refusing just for the sake of Mags? She wasn’t sure what held her off. The redhead never said no to a gorgeous lady like Caterina was, it felt like a crime to refuse such an innocent yet dangerous request. Those eyes, those lips, they lured her in even more — and the last thing Sienna heard herself whisper was one fragile little word that held such a heavy meaning to it. ‘‘— yes.’‘ Please.

There it was the need and want and praise she so desperately adored. No words were spoken apart from that ‘yes’ but the redhead’s action said otherwise. It was different from the adoration she would receive in the public areas, this one was raw, was intimate and was definitely in front of her face and body, the mere heat of their bodies (despite the fact a vampires would be cold) made Caterina shiver with barely concealed excitement. With such grace and sensitivity that could barely be called human, Caterina placed her crimson lips upon the other’s very eager ones. She let her lip caress the redheads, feeling the sensation of such soft pliant lips. The fae moved a hairs width away to talk, a throaty chuckle escaping; “Do you bite your lips?” The blonde let her tongue play over the parted lips then slowly going back to seal once again with soft tender kisses, as soft as a starting sunrise on a summer day - tender, mindful. “You are delicious Sienna.”

 Another kiss where she led the movements - now being as bold as to wrap her arms around the redhead, one arm holding the other’s lower back while the other was caressing the nape. She continued on kissing, placing in sync her movements to caressing from her hands, pulsating from her body as it pressed forward wanting contact- the bodily actions a storm compared to the still tender kisses that she placed. “Tell me if you want to stop my darling.” she said, giving a small reprieve; although at this time the fae’s body was now very much pressed against the other, with her hands behind the redhead and her front pressing the other’s body with intentions fully intent to be bare. “I am feeling quite lucky today; but we have all the time in the world to continue, we are neighbors after all.” Again, a tone of teasing, as she moved her head to dive into the redhead’s neck, blowing out air as she slowly licked from the base of the beck to behind the ear, suckling the skin as she ended her trail. Vampires didn’t exactly have pulse points but they feel - no doubt, and sexual touches were no doubt still enjoyable.  

No doubt they did a tango, both of them from teases, flirtation and now their lips and bodies spoke together, but even so; apart from one night stands and the rare escorts Caterina did not have such dalliances with people who are so near in proximity towards her. Unless of course otherwise talked about then the sensual comfort was always very much welcome indeed -after all, the proximity they had on each other tugged at Caterina’s heart, and despite the fiery situation Caterina couldn’t help but feel a budding care growing in her heart.

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siennaroosevelt

For a split second Sienna wondered if Mags would be okay with her letting a stranger into their apartment, but the second she met those mesmerizing eyes of the blonde again, all doubt washed away instantly. There was something about her that just made every worry float away that had ever wandered around in her smart yet so easy influenceable brain. Her desire to be close to someone was always there – only to never see them again after a well spent hour or an entire night. But in this case, there was something so alluring to the other’s gaze and then her voice, Lord, her voice. It was silently killing her, both inside the no longer beating organ in her chest and her mind. If she had the ability to blush, she would be sure her cheeks would’ve flushed the color of her fire red hair.

How she was at a loss for words —- it was a whole new area for Sienna to be lost in. ‘’That’s because it’s my duty to make women feel like they’re everything, your highness,’’ the redhead’s voice scratched after she had bitten down on the corner of her lower lip. Leading the woman into her apartment with ease, now she had to think of one box less, she could easily put the other under her arm and reach for her keys to unlock the door. Stepping inside the apartment, she went straight for her room to put the box down there. She’d sort it all out later on, most of the stuff hadn’t even left most of her boxes in forever. The redhead was used to moving all the time so much, she knew what to leave packed and whatnot. Even though she had super speed, it didn’t mean the redhead’s laziness had left her ever since she had turned. 

She did not even have time yet to decorate the place, all that had been done so far was her desk with all her setup that was one of the fastest gaming PCs any human could ever wish for, her Queensize bed she had built just the night they had arrived and some lamps that were completely out of place but unpacked for now. Feng Shui was a thing for later, and more Mags’s thing than it was hers. Setting the box down onto her big desk, she then turned around and took in everything that was Caterina. The blue suit framed her body perfectly, but there was another urge playing inside her that told her she wanted to rip it off. An urge she had to push down, which she did by swallowing and tilting her head slightly when the blonde stepped closer. ‘’A daring question, hm?’’ she returned in a soothing tone, her lips remaining parted for a little longer. ‘’And what daring question is on your mind, my dear? — my curiosity is sparking, I’m longing to know.’’ the redhead’s blue eyes slipped to the blonde’s lips, before making their way back up again slowly, only to completely drown into those breathtaking blue’s of Caterina.

Caterina could only cork a brow at the other’s words ‘duty to make women feel like everything’? That was quite a bold message, moreso from someone who was as beautiful as that. It came as a surprise; would not others female, curious or wholly into homosexual desires be drawn to this redhead? Her words were admiring, caring even - in a sense and even though Caterina did not feel the same care as she had from so long, she felt warmth by how the other treated her; definitely one for the books. It was destiny maybe that they found themselves here, as neighbors, so whether the morning would give a positive note or not... then there will always be new days to come forth and earn the other’s attention so much more.

Alas, maybe the fae didn’t need that much time after all? The response she received was tantalizing, titillating, it send trembles down her spine, not of fear oh no, but of anticipation. There was no doubt of the signals that very much laid bare in front of her right now and Caterina firmly believed that the other sensed how much the fae had been... thirsting for such notice. “Longing... you must have noticed I am of fae,” Caterina then spoke as her hand moved upwards to curl a stray red hair away and tuck it under the other’s ears, her voice soothing like honey, enveloping the other in it’s sticky sweetness, embracing, enveloping “the fae feed through emotions and even though I do not mean to; I cannot help but be... filled... with your actions towards me.” Another step closer, Caterina was pushing her luck but it seems to be well reciprocated. “It’s such a full feeling that I feel it...” her voice was now turning huskier, churning that honey as it flowed, “deep in this core of mine.” Without removing her gaze from the other, Caterina reached for the other’s hand and placed it on her torso, gingerly sliding it down towards where it would ache - but stopping at just the right place above it.  The vampire was sultry, beautiful and in a way, there was a certain aura of fun that Caterina would not mind to greet every morning when she headed towards work. If not for the obvious reciprocation of their banter Caterina would not hesitate to dive in. “I would like to ask if you would be so kind to let me kiss you. After all, you have filled my need to feed for the day - dare I say for two, but there is another need I would love to get filled with.” A press of her hand, a flicker of her eyelashes, a lick of her lips. All Caterina needed now was a ‘yes’ and she would let herself and her partner - sing.

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maloneal:

A drunk vampire was something of a spectacle to witness. He had his fair share of drunk vampires he had come across. He was one of them before and those were not his fondest memories. His pupils watched as she began to fidget with her own amulet–it was an annoying trinket that reminded him every day what his limitations were. “Damn thing. It’s strange how something so small can make you feel so inferior.” He was referring to his own ring. 

What was she going on about? It was true that Malakai had a lot of experience being at this facility. He was fortunate enough to have worked here and taught so many students. “Knowledge is power. Perhaps my knowledge being here is experience enough.” He simply said.

“What irony,” Caterina said raking her eyes along the more common areas for jewelry, on him then it would be his hands - unless he had more hidden away. “These little trinkets were in a way created for us to have little to no limitations on our usual weaknesses, and yet - here we are as it makes us feel that this - “ she continued to toy with the pendant, twirling it around her fingers - “this is our lifeline, as if it confines us.” Normally Caterina didn’t bother much that she had much jewelry, some were no doubt for show - although many were just there for the simple protection. Being fae was as much of a weakness as it was of power, their physical limitations quite... limited indeed. 

“And so this knowledge would merely mean I take my own experiences and see this University as so, is that correct?” She had wanted a bit of concrete information on what she could do a novice in the field of schools and classes but then again though one might be thought of a cryptic advise does make sense - at least from her perception. “What a fascinating take.” She let a few seconds pass, deciding whether or not she would use her magic but decided against it. “Tell me, what makes you stay? I would imagine such longevity would give us a number of possibilities to do, but to stay here and teach? Is it a calling?” 

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siennaroosevelt:

Sienna was aware of how close the other’s hand approached her, but pulled back before they got too close and that move got a cold chill to run down the vampire’s spine. Had she sensed something that was off about her? The redhead decided to brush the thought off and focus on the stuff that had fallen out of the open box that had been on top of the closed one. Her own fault to have opened it, but by the weight of it she had known it was her most precious one; the one that contained all the letters she had ever written to her deceased parents. Blue hues moved away for a split second from one of the letters her fingertips had hooked around towards the red painted lips, the color absolutely suiting the woman and even more absolutely distracting her. 

It was the amusing thought of her realization how much it was distracting the redhead that made her smirk, licking her lips after as she scrambled the remaining few of the letters on the ground together and put them back in the box. However they may seem as useless to anybody else, to her they were the most precious thing in her life. They were a big collection of memories she had never shared with anyone else but Mags, memories she had created together with the fae and for sure loved the Hell out of them. Stories she wished she could tell her parents, but faith had made her unable to have spend time with them ever again ever since she had turned into the species she was now. ‘’It’s… fine, honestly,’’ her voice coated with honesty as she closed the folds of the box and now focused entirely on the gorgeous woman in front of her. ‘’I got too caught up in my phone call, this lame ass company surely is gonna get a bad rating from me, they didn’t ship everything like I kindly asked them to do. And pay them for, for fucks sake.’’ Calm down, you already shared your frustration on the phone. Sucking in an unnecessary breath, she then breathed out again and let herself be distracted by the other’s beauty.

‘‘Nonsense,’‘ she teased, ‘‘but if you insist, my bottom is pretty tight or so I have been told, so I can’t disagree with you,’‘ a laugh then escaped from her lips, meaning to sound it like a joke – normally making a much more edgier joke or flirtation, but something about the woman made her hold back. If it was the kindness or the way she spoke, she couldn’t quite figure it out yet. She did know she wanted to hear more from the stranger, preferably letting her talk constantly. The vampire’s senses got sparked when the blonde came closer and introduced herself as Caterina. ‘‘A gorgeous name for an even more gorgeous woman, my my, the Gods really have blessed you. And me, for making me clash into you on this shitty ass day.’‘ the redhead took the blonde’s hand without a doubt, cold skin smoothing against warm. It had always been one of the stranger perks of being a vampire to her, being coldblooded. ‘‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Caterina. I’m Sienna, usually not this clumsy.’‘ Her eyes went down to the woman’s hand, regretting to let go but doing anyways after holding on a little longer than for it to be just a casual handshake. ‘‘So, you’re my neighbor, hm? I’d love to have someone show me around, especially by such a Goddess like you – let me just drop this off real quick and I’m all yours for the day, if you won’t mind, that is.’‘

Now, there was always a little bit of hesitation whenever Caterina would say her name, would it be out of practiced smiles and shining radiance that she had been doing for so long or would she use what she was born from and be a bit more mysterious? Or maybe it was a bit of both? No doubt she had magical blood but with so many around it was not always possible to know one from another, especially since the fae knew how to glamour themselves. This though - this look suited her just as splendidly and it embodied both of her personalities in one ... very delectable package - if she would say so herself.

Caterina watched as the other did her business, placing things in the boxes, rummaging, a few looks here and there - 'curious' the blonde thought, a smile once again creeping upon her lips. "My, what feiry language." her voice would almost be chastising but there was no doubt that her eyes conveyed her affirmation on such vulgarity. Caterina licked her lips, her eyes gazing intensely at the other, more and more interested as the redhead continued to speak and tease along with her. It has been so long since such a free being laughed with her, it was all so - light and easy. Normally, Caterina would have no doubt pinched that certain bottom but the fact of meeting her no more than 5 minutes would be considered quite rude. "Cheeky woman. Not even five minutes and you make me feel like a queen." She let the handshake linger, holding a little tighlty for respect before letting a chill be obvious in her body as she lightly shook. Her gaze turning towards the other. Beautiful, such a beautiful face and voluptuous body, she was not of fae but oh how how this Sienna made her head turn.

Another word of praise, Goddess - oh how that played in her body, she didn't mean to feed but these emotions that came from the redhead, felt like a truckload; it was inevitable as if an overflowing drink spilling. It had been so long since such praise made her squirm. How delightful... a smirk that decorated the blonde's features turned into a poise of challenge "Goddess again? You may continue though, I very much adore it." Now there was no denying that Caterina made her voice very, very sensual and even her eyes raked from the other’s blue eyes to the cinch of their waist.

 Without a second thought Caterina helped the other with her box and followed them to their room to settle. Once inside, Caterina's head filled with so much art and decoration to put into a room that would be filled by someone else - at least that was her initial thought to anything. For now though she placed the box down and moved towards the woman again maintaining only a slightly respectable distance (if one could call it that) as she propped up her left elbow on her right crossed arm her fingertips, moving along her lips. "I would like to ask a daring question darling, if you wouldn't mind."

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Loyalties | Mags & Caterina | Past

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snowhcven:

After another criminal sentencing that dull and dewy morning, Mags had retired to her studies. The library was her child, and she tended to it most dutifully. In her spare time, she had taken to rearranging the books and dusting off the less favored shelves. Reading the few novels that she had read countless times before. Two guards stood not far from her person. Being a Lady of the Winter Court, and as close to the Royal Family as she prided herself to be, the redhead never went anywhere public without them. 

Consumed by the plot of the book in front of her, Mags nearly missed the flickering of lights. She paused and looked around the emptied library, noticing her guards had taken a defensive stance beside her. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she huffed, voice cool and refined. Every bit of her father. Though the next time the lights flickered, they stayed off. And a series of clashing ensued. The next thing she knew she was being bagged and bound, and dragged from the scene. Her own strength was diminished, a familiar pain tracing its way around her ivory skin. Iron. 

She passed out not long after. Now and then she would come to to hear the whisperings of her captors as they moved her quickly through the hillsides. Seelie Fae. Rogues. Bitter about the harsh hand she had dealt to their people. Enraged that their kind had managed to lay their flowery hands upon her, Mags tried desperately to stay awake and escape. But it was near impossible to with the metal seeping its way into her every cell. 

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 Finally Caterina was able to leave the restraints of her so called-marriage for a moment. Truly the Seelie were quite the bunch of amusing creatures. This made her harrumph as it was as hypocritical of her to be describing them as such, when she herself felt some kind of kinship to them and not totally of the Autumn fae in which her family was rooted in, still there was no doubt she had that air of mystery around her, mystery and deviousness that would give any Autumn fae of the Unseelie court a run for their money. She wouldn’t be able to be out for too long, not when she had multitude of meetings and information she had to distort and forge with but time was closing in fast soon enough she would need to make her own decision on where she wanted to go in her life. 

Quickly speeding through the homes and in the trees, Caterina let the wind take her and the earth crush underneath her as she ran and found herself in wild abandon, “I needed this” she told herself as she breathed in the cool air that passed through her tresses. But cool air was not the only sensation she felt, as then she heard the rough murmurs of a group of fae. Normally, it wouldn’t surprise Caterina; it wasn’t her concern but the people who seem to be doing their malevolence were of Seelie Court, although not the ones she was accustomed to seeing. But there was something radiating from inside the carriage that didn’t settle well with her, that and the fact that the group was acting out of normal to be just travelers or merchant. 

With a bite of her lip, Caterina decided with a shrug of her shoulders to invite herself to their group. A rip of her shirt, leaving her midriff open and naval piercing exposed, became a quick mask as she tied the ends behind her hair, a skillful glamour of her hair and eye color and she was set. The fae, now also barefoot climbed up the trees a few paces away, awaiting the perfect time to strike. Caterina decided against the use of her magic, swift and quick was the key - and since the group was Seelie it wouldn’t do that the carnage will come back to haunt her.  “Just a little bit more; little doves.” she whispered, her eyes and ears alert at every step the group took. Caterina jumped to a higher branch, the now vacant branch breaking and alerting the group of a nearby intruder, the two of them who left to find the source of the sound would find themselves quite deep in the earth. The other two who stayed would no doubt be trouble if their ‘friends’ didn’t come back. Quickly she dealt with them with little mercy leaving their bodies limp on the ground but not lifeless.

 Lastly, she let herself inside the carriage and found herself face to face with a familiar fae of the Winter Court with strikingly beautiful hair.  The Snowhaven were as much as royalty as any other fae really, even the rumours were splendid enough to warrant notice. “Magno-- Snowhaven” she whispered harshly, willing awake what seemed to be a weakening fae, Caterina let her glamour slowly fade  as she removed the makeshift mask and used it to hold on to the iron that traced the other. As far as she was concerned she was still known to be loyal in the Unseelie Court, no doubt this woman would have seen her a few times to know she was to help -hopefully she would cooperate. “I’m here to help you, don’t move, this will be quick.” The iron still seeped through her skin as she removed it, it was painful, burning almost but not as sharp, just a dull throbbing pain, the numerous jewelry she had that prevented iron from weakening her too much was a godsend. Caterina quickly removed one of her rings and placed it on the other’s fingers. “You are going to need this, and you need to help me, we will have to leave this carriage Ms. Snowhaven lest more are about.” They will need to leave to a cave, foliage, anywhere to cover their ground.

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siennaroosevelt:

One of the less fun things about granted the eternal life was how slow the world seemed to change. There had been some major changes - but over the many years she was a vampire now, humanity still couldn’t get a grip onto the many different kinds of species that lived amongst them. Still afraid and didn’t want to get to know about it, as if they were aliens. As if she was a monster. Which was hard to deny, because there had been times she had killed or fed off of people against their will, but that was in the past. It was a much more modern time now, one that granted her blood drinks at the bars in Louisiana, where people wouldn’t raise their brows if she accidentally showed her fangs or had to hide her identity. Not entirely anymore, at least. And then there was the technology of these times; god, she lived for internet and technology like no other. 

Of course she had to do everything herself. There wasn’t anyone but Mags she could rely on. Not even a simple moving business, she had arranged to bring over some of the stuff she had been forced to leave behind in Japan, could do its proper job. It had been a Hell of a move, if she had to say so herself – but the fact half of her stuff was missing just pissed the vampire off. Which was quite the achievement - even with her vampire temper going on, it wasn’t easy to get a rise out of the computer nerd. ‘’No, Charles, you listen to me. The deal was to get everything in New Orleans by today, not just half of my shit. Fix it or I’ll make sure you’ll be out of business before you’ll get to say —’’ she had clashed into someone pretty hard, now ended up onto the floor with her hands that had been occupied with at least two boxes now empty supporting onto the cold ground. ‘’Shit,’’ she muttered, ripping the earpiece out and canceling the call - Charles knew what to do now. Not that he knew about her abilities – which made her imagination only go wilder when it came to him not delivering her stuff at all and she had to actually do something about it. The image of him ripping his throat out was what flashed before her eyes for a split second before focusing onto the blonde she had ran into.

The other’s apologies had only been a mumble, but loud and clear to the vampire as she felt the damage of abrasions on the palms of hands. ‘’Well shit,’’ she mumbled in return, the anger leaving her crystalblue eyes when she realized what had just happened. ‘’No — don’t worry,’’ the redhead’s voice got steadier as she then moved forward to get off her ass and onto her knees instead, for a second focused on the small cuts that had appeared on the inside of her hands, but watched them disappear like they always did when she had been injured. ‘’It’s my fault, I should’ve been more careful, especially now I’ve just moved in.’’ The redhead then brought her eyes up back to the blonde as she readjusted her glasses, parting her pink lips, ‘’are you alright, miss? I hate to have ruined your day or even worse; your beautiful suit.’’

There was something terribly wrong with the fact that Caterina didn’t even bother to help the one who fell, maybe it was because she was still feeling the effects of iron in her system, maybe it was the shitty day she had - maybe it was the shock that the day could continue to still be shitty as multitudes of items fell like rain, good thing she didn’t have anything too busy to do that day - despite the state of her wear. What made her stop her helping was not the simple fact that she spoke but a few seconds earlier when the fae couldn’t help but feel something different in the air, a familiar scent. Vampire. Indeed one moment she could smell the faint scent of blood- now gone. The fae looked up, almost guarded but stopped short ... 

Caterina was many things, patience and guile was her expertise in the past - most of which she let stay in the back burner when she left the fae-realm - at most one could say not many surprised her, not with her age and all... but this, this left her completely dumbstruck. A small ‘o’ formed in her mouth as she half listened to the other’s apologies, the red hair captivating her and only the adjusting of glasses moved her view from the cascade of hair towards the other’s eyes, their pallor was reaffirmation of the fact they were a vampire but whoever this lady was, Caterina had felt something she had not felt in so long. A pang of longing, a smothered memory willed to be kept hidden... a surge of lust. The fae blinked, her hand halfway going forward to reach the other’s chin which at the last moment she stopped and masked the gesture with a touch of teasing words. “Oh you should but I have no doubt you’ll be able to find your way easy enough.” a grin was set on her red-painted lips. Caterina moved to place some of the items in the box while she dusted her suit from her also kneeling position, “I am sorry as well, truly. I do not have anything in front of me and yet here I am, colliding into someone- this could be very well a fateful meeting.” She let the last words drag on, if anything this second collision was no doubt a lot more pleasing than the earlier. 

“My... beautiful suit is fine. Not as beautiful as your face, or your bottom I presume? I mean, I presume your bottom is fine after that fall?” the fae gave a lighthearted chuckle, the kind that exuded inclusiveness and well-intentions “You are moving here yes? Where is your room? I do live here as well and would like to welcome you to this abode, let me help you, show you around maybe as repayment for my fault in the accident.” she stood up and extended a hand, inwardly eager to get to know this woman a little better. “My name is Caterina,” she made sure to let her voice be sultry, warm, accepting, the epitome of a Summer fae with matching conviction “welcome.”

[caterina-forsyth]

closed @siennaroosevelt

A flurry of an orange cooper zoomed straight from the corner and into a garage slot beside a housing complex. Caterina Forsyth - hair in abnormal disarray and soaked clothes found herself hurrying up the steps towards her room. “Of all the unfortunate timings!” she said - almost screaming, her accent strong as her annoyance showed. It was just a very lucky day when during her yoga class someone - some imbecile decided to leave her earrings unattended. Wonderfully so Caterina accidentally stepped on said earring and it penetrated her foot - an iron molded earring penetrated her foot and it was the most nauseating feeling ever. The adrenaline and shock was the only reason she was able to withstand the sudden pain (and the fact the earring was a big fake and had cheaper metals that was not of iron). 

With a frightening look she opened the door to her room hastily proceeded to her wardrobe and first aid station. “Stupid woman, asshole biker...” she mumbled under her breath - the normally graceful fae now turned into disarray. The biker incident would have been forgivable if she didn’t have traces of iron in her foot - thankfully not hitting any important nerves. “Oh I’m sorry, you were just so beautiful and I---” the biker then stammered after hitting a pipeline creating a burst of water to spew forth on her and him. It then seemed to be her fault for being too beautiful hence a man not being able to tear his eyes away in time. With an eyeroll Caterina barely bothered for pleasantries as she forced a smile and a wave of her hand - then she entered her car and left without even a second look back.

After a few minutes she was actually able to contain herself and meditate back into her usual regal look, a suit of light blue was what she donned, perfect for a stroll along the museum. With a quick messy bun of her hair she checked her reflection and body one last time before proceeding to exit the main doorway -and what luck may have it, another instance of luck happened. CRASH they went as her and an unknown person found themselves colliding. Truly Caterina was stumped on how much had happened in just a few hours of her day. With a less than controlled remark on her lips “What im--” she started to say - started at least until she saw the fiery red hair that made her stop in her tracks. For a moment the past came to catch up but as she saw it was a different woman, Caterina felt her anger dissipate and concern started to paint her brow. Gingerly, she squatted down, intent to help the other “Apologies,” she mumbled, trying to help with the fallen items while getting a good look at the other.

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oliviaxrivera:

Olivia had been roaming around for the most part, thus far, things seemed nice, but her thoughts continued to revolve around her classes, specifically her major. Fine Arts was something she always enjoyed, and coming from a family who was big on her knowing everything there was to know about witches, it took a lot of convincing for the young woman to choose it as a major. 

It was always polite to introduce yourself to your professors, at least it was in Olivia’s opinion. She wanted to make a good first impression, and secure a possible connection for the future. Stopping at the professor’s door, she lifted her hand to knock softly, before their eyes met and she was told to enter. “Yes, that’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you Professor, I thought I should stop by and introduce myself, and perhaps offer you a welcome gift,” she stated as she handed the older woman a small framed canvas of one of her favorite art pieces. 

“My my, gaining my favor this early?” she half chastised, although of course the fae was not nearly as serious about it as other teachers would. Gingerly she took the item from the girl and took the moment to admire the art piece. In fact, Caterina even went on to admire the overall quality of the frame. “Tis a splendid piece, what is your view on this certain art and why do you wish to part a piece of this to me?” Caterina believed that every art was a piece of a person themself, for her to give this to the older woman well, what is it, what does it say about the student, what does it say about the art? It was a very psychological thing but it nevertheless gave Caterina the points to remember about certain students. “As you would know, I am one of the new professors teaching Fine Arts and all that there is to it, I am Professor Caterina Forsyth, Professor Forsyth - for now.” Her light smile though regal demeanor did not diminish the fact that as a professional she was very much playing the role - but she was also not against a friendship with the students. It would be better to leave that to the future once she gets a better footing in the university. The fae once again wrapped her tresses into a quick ponytail. “Come sit, tell me about yourself Olivia, what brings you to this fine school, your record says you were from a prominent family yes?” 

[caterina-forsyth]

maloneal:

He was use to people asking him moronic questions such as this. His entire life people stereotyped his kind. Now that he was in an institution filled with supernatural creatures it was easier to act naturally, however there were times, when he was met with curious bystanders. It was nice that she knew she was being somewhat ignorant; there was nothing wrong with wanting to teach someone something new about his kind. “…We could technically just live off of blood. Human food just…doesn’t do the job anymore. Being immortal we’re capable of not having food what so ever, blood on the other hand, is something we need. What’s gotten you so curious about our kind?”

An downwards flip of the tips of her mouth formed into an understanding nod. She had met a few of certain supernatural beings before but not to a certain extent to care for them whatsoever outside of her realm which was of fae - what peaked her curious mind was more of what she saw from experience. “I have seen a... what should I call it, drunk vampire along my journey and so it was a curious thing to note what does sustenance do to such. How one thing could affect a specie and those that affects us, what do we have to combat them. As such, I know of is that your kind’s weakness to sunlight is controlled, such as I am with ours...” she fidgeted a necklace pendant - an amulet of sorts that gave her the tolerance to iron. She had many more on her body at times, it was such a fickle thing, to be made weak by one of earth’s most common minerals.

A shrug of her shoulders accompanied her answer ”The dear fact that I have never been in such a place where supernatural was made common- if not in theory on equal footing, of course piques my interest. It seems inferior given your history in this institution though. In any case, on a very... professional and maybe not so professional level, what could your experience bestow to me?” 

[caterina-forsyth]

diitiigalross:

Ross was totally about to believe what the other said until he saw the smile. Thank god for vampire sense because if he were human he would have totally missed it. “I would have totally believed you if you continued that,” he told her. Ross was not unfamiliar with banter and would have totally forgiven the frankly gorgeous woman in front of him had she continued the ruse. He took a drink. “Before I start asking questions and lose myself in them. I’m Ross McCallum the technical services manager,” he introduced. He was known for kind of getting lost in his train of thought. He was just easily amused and very curious as a being.

“I don’t think my biological making would allow me to lie to that extent-” she laughed, truly she could but it would always be wonderful to keep people on their toes regarding the fae’s nature of being mischievous and playful and all around slightly manipulating facts. “Caterina Forsyth my darling Ross McCallum, Fine Arts professor-” she held out her hand a move for camaraderie although she always loved the pleasure of skin on skin even if it was as innocent as a hand shake. “Barraging the new ones already? Well, I shall oblige with a fun tidbit, fae cannot lie, but we could word things nicely and seem like it?” Again a smile, she found humour in this even though it felt sanctimonious, she felt nothing of the sort towards this other man. 

“You seem like such a positively endearing being. Ask away on whatever it is on your mind.” she said without pause, already a praise on her lips even though so new.

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maloneal:

These students should have some sense over what it means to either be a conservative or a liberal. He was mentally laughing at the way their papers were written; it was very obvious when a paper was plagiarized, however, he let it slide and merely marked it a zero. His momentum briefly was interrupted hearing the sound of a familiar professor speaking to him. 

“Actually, I’m not even sure coffee helps these days. Could just be a placebo effect.” His hues stared at her before offering her a seat next to him. “Join me?” He asked.

She turned a quirked eyebrow at him, a moue of her lips indicating a want to ask. With flickering eyelashes, she tried to keep her questions curious, intent. “I would be much obliged thank you.” Caterina went to sit next to the man, his eyes, cold and calculating made her heart beat, oh what a challenge. It sparked a thought inside her, a thought she quickly shook away as she crossed her legs and addressed him. “I have to ask, forgive me for my ignorance- do you, does your kind need other sustenance apart from blood?” she quirked her head towards his coffee, the mention of it’s affect creating a thought in her that truly vampires could eat like any other mortal, and yet this would do nothing of benefit for their system. Similarly like how her- as a fae would need to feed of emotions although she did indulge herself with the succulent tastes the world can offer.

[caterina-forsyth]

closed @oliviaxrivera

Usually the fae spent her time in the staff room, makes sense to learn about others as much as she could while also being open towards them. As open as a fae could with such secrets and past after all. For today though, Caterina decided to spend the free afternoon she had in her own office in the Fine Arts Building; away from most eyes unless it was a random student loitering or those of the Fine Arts classes who had questions.  “What a delightfully wonderful afternoon.” she mused, a start of a smile gracing her lips, with a quick look at the open doorway and sensing no student in the immediate vicinity, Caterina removed the thick bun on her hair and let her tresses fall down. It was slightly narcissistic but she enjoyed how her golden hair looked, she took this chance to separate it into three equal sets - she was at her third braid when a knock sounded at her door. “Door’s open darling, come in- come in.” she smiled, letting her hands fall down as her hair untangled themselves from the braid. “You must be the freshman, Ms. Rivera, what can I do for you?” Caterina proceeded to wave her hand forward, motioning the girl to come in and sit in any of the chairs in her office.