Dashing Swordsman at Your Service

Good morrow, fair mortal. I am the one and only Fandral the Dashing of Asgard, member of the Warriors Three and most excellent swordsman at your service. Come, the festivities have begun! Let us make merry with a goblet or two of mead. Tread carefully though my dear, or face the wrath of my sword. {{Marvel RP blog, part of Fight As One group - tracking dashingbynature}}  Maiden(s) Wish to Polish My Sword

[dashingbynature]

[it takes very little to entertain the maidens that flock around him as he gazes upon his own reflection with the small, handheld mirror. Tittering laughter that’s an indicator of the revelries to come for the upcoming wedding later that day. He’s an entertainer by nature but the warrior had been struggling to maintain this cheery façade, gently prompting the Asgardians to leave him be as he had to make final preparations for the jovial festivities. It’s with a sigh that steadfast steps veer towards the direction of his personal bed chambers, a path that brings him across the grand door of the deceased God of Mischief. Footsteps drawing to a halt as the mysterious circumstances of the death upon Midgard continually play on his perplexed thoughts]

          I dag ville være mer utholdelig hvis du var her, min kjærlighet...

[pottsceo]

[she listens intently to his words, her attention has never been given to any one man before, not for this amount of time. Pepper doesn’t quite understand this new sensation brewing within her chest, it’s as though someone is playing with her heartstrings, commanding her heart to accept another, she feels for this man, even venturing to care about him]

     But not too precious for you, it seems. Do you value my presence like that of a jewel? A most precious stone? 

[His touch has her completely lost in new territory, this action is not of pure lust, this interaction isn’t what she is accustom to when with a man. Her gaze drops to his lips, oh how badly she wishes to taste them, to feel the power behind one kiss. She fears her stare has lasted far too long and abruptly, she returns her eyes to his own, snapping out of such lustful thoughts in an instant, but they are ever still lingering in the back of her mind]

     That would put a damper on things, would it not? I suppose a walk to the sea will have to do. I have always been curious what the sunset appears like over the ocean.

[She stands from the wooden bench before she can act upon her previous thoughts. He is far too tempting for her, Pepper knows she will fall to the need to kiss him before the night is over with. Perhaps sooner than later.]

[dashingbynature]

     My dear, given the opportunity, I would cherish your company and your candour in the same manner in which one would for a pearl from the depths of the ocean. In fact, you are rarer and possess the properties in which the dwellers of the land would spend a lifetime in pursuit.

[his cold features bloom for her, a warmth which remains upon his visage as he lets every single word of hers drift across to him. Each syllable a wondrous tide that washes upon his shores. There is a hidden desire about those fair eyes, one which is difficult to conceal and yet the Glashtyn coaxes for it to be relinquished with a simper, a silent urge to allow herself to relax fully around him - it would be easy to utilise his devastating charm, but this is not an opportunity that is to be seized. The blond isn’t sure why he experiences such fondness for Pepper but he wants for this beautiful being to use her own sense of judgement when around him, to not be clouded by malevolent intent behind easily broken promises]

     You are most gracious in accepting my “short coming”, for which I am thankful. There is no harm in you taking a dip once we reach, especially beneath the moonlight. I would suppose the cool water would do wonders for that fiery temperament that broils within.

[he’s teasing now, a hint of laughter lingering between his words which had the power to sting had they been of ill-intent Arising from the seat, Fandral lets go of the captivating being’s hand, instead curving his arm for her to curl hers around as they set off. The clear path towards the sandy beaches isn’t necessarily far, but they wind haphazardly in a manner that would take quite some time to tread. The Glashtyn instead opts to veer them through differing scenery, lush trees and plants growing increasingly exotic as they reach a clearing that frames the soft sands and slowly lapping waters. He gives her an expectant look, looking for a reaction]

[pottsceo]

[she returns her gaze to the forest that surrounds them, feeling far more vulnerable than ever before when staring into his eyes. Pepper is unfamiliar with this sensation, she can’t grab a hold of her emotions, the ability to remain in control is slipping]

    Nature is not the only place to warrant loneliness. I live amongst people, in a city and yet when surrounded by a great population of humans and creatures, I am alone.

[her eyes drop to look upon the ground beneath her feet, she doesn’t wish to speak about this any longer, too much has already been said, but for some reason unknown to her, she can’t stop. He is so easy to speak with, so comforting to be next to, she fears having to ever say goodbye. She yearns more of his attention, craving to know more about him]

    I would love to, though, I haven’t the proper attire to go for a swim. I suppose going nude wouldn’t hurt, so long as there is no one else around.

[dashingbynature]

[her gaze is one that afflicts him in the oddest of ways, a sense of understanding that the being hadn’t experienced in many years - a sense of loneliness that he had often experienced and yet had been too stubborn to outright speak of or act upon]

     The humans are merely pawns in the grander scheme of things. One should not consider their company as anything but fleeting, my dear. As for the creatures that meander upon this Earth, well, I would say that they are not all worth your time. You are far too precious to tread with the paupers who wish to be royalty.

[he finds himself unintentionally smiling, the ease in which she experiences around him more than apparent. It’s with a sense of boldness that Fandral gingerly reaches out, his hand taking hers in tur. His thumb delicately passing over the slopes of the back of her palm, noting the pale flesh dotted with freckles akin to embers]

     By all means you are more than welcome to enjoy the finer and cooling sensation of my home, although I feel the need to divulge that I shan’t be the man you see before you if I am to I make contact with the water. Rather, I would manifest in my true equine form.

[lew-d]

[ Her eyes track him as he moves around the room, gaze locking on his fingers as they trail over her things. Wondering what they’ll feel like trailing over her. He takes up the scarf, wrapping it around himself with a flourish, and she laughs.

He tells her what he wants, and her smile shifts, melts into something altogether sinful. That’s a simple enough request to fill, and she does so love putting on a show.

Nodding her acceptance, she crosses over to him, planting one hand in the center of his chest and pushing him down to sit on the bed. She takes a few steps back, putting herself just out of his reach before she begins. Her dress is simple, see-through lace and an open back – removing it will be barely any work at all. 

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[dashingbynature]

[the commanding way in which she moves him towards the bed has him grinning from ear to ear, a darkened edge to him slowly becoming apparent within his piercing gaze. Fair eyes remain utterly poised upon her, capable of heightening fear in a man within a rapid heartbeat. But in this instant, the striking look is made of nothing but pure lust. The succubus’s curves are a sight to behold and a sense of yearning quickly sparks as she steps away from him, an errant hand twitching to reach out and feel the soft layer of lace that leaves little to the imagination. To experience the wonders that lie beneath.

     It’s been barely minutes of the pleasing display and he can feel himself growing engorged within constricting material, the shift of his hips upon the inviting bed now a means of necessity as opposed to invitation. Splaying his legs further apart to relinquish himself of the growing heat that enraptures him, the blond’s imagination runs riot as he considers what it would feel like to experience her upon his lap, to envisage the rocking of her beautiful form in a manner akin to the devastating crashing of waves at sea. The slow show that Darcy enthrals with doesn’t go unappreciated, a lascivious passing of Fandral’s tongue over his lips with each sumptuous tilt, the sheer contrast of her hair and flesh a feast for him which keeps on giving. His palm reaches down to indiscreetly stroke at the protruding outline that denotes his burgeoning cock through the layers of fabric, adding the sensation of touch to the nectar that is the temptress’s distant motions.

     It’s a small show of his very own just for her, a soft moan as his hips incline forwards, considering laying back on the bed and popping a few of the fastenings to continue the display. And yet the idea doesn’t come to fruition, Fandral practically leaping at the opportunity to set his hands upon her as Darcy makes her way back. The Glashtyn usually prides himself on playing the longer and more patient game, but there is something about this woman that drives him to distraction - he isn’t entirely sure if it is purely caused by her demonic nature, but he isn’t one to complain, lusty thoughts spinning so fast that he can barely keep up. Edging forwards in his seat in a bid for satisfaction, his hand falls away from the self-pleasuring motion, fingertips deftly gliding up along the outline of Darcy’s fair thigh. Contact which diverts over the contour of the flesh towards the inner silken skin, a touch that lingers back and forth to delicately tease. The smirk he wears is devilish as her request filters through, the blond’s line of vision cascading over the confined swell of her amble breasts and curvaceous frame, visually drinking her in. But it’s his lips that continue this journey, the soft pout making contact at the centre of her lower abdomen only to softly trail downwards. A flash of his tongue which sees the appendage accompany the kisses that meander just above the outlines of the sheer underwear. A short pause from the blond, not in hesitation, but to tease with a knowing grin]

                    I would be happy to oblige, but will that simply suffice?

[teeth graze over the soft skin before finding purchase against the upper band of the lace, a downward tug that sees the underwear slowly begin to glide over those inviting hips, their full nature meaning that the Glashtyn has to happily resort to using his hands to accompany them. Contact which sees fingertips sliding down her legs to relinquish the material, lips tantalisingly close to his potential prize. Slow and steady breathes exude a warmth that doesn’t compare to the heat that clings to the succubus, but there’s no harm in combining the two - strong hands edge their way over the curvature of her hips, encouraging her to widen the stance for him in a manner that sees his chest grow heavy in desire. A longing that blooms as he breathes in her sweet scent,  lips briefly brushing over the delicate layers of skin that lay hidden between her legs. Fandral allows for the soft contact to meander over Darcy, a hint of mischief coming into play as the tip of his tongue swiftly extends to flick against the sensitive bud that lies nestled within]

[syntheticallysentient]

[ his fluster fades shortly into an easy chuckle at his own expense, an amused huff of air and upwards curling lips. ]

      It is. Though by now I’d consider us at at point where certain exceptions can be made;                      I’d hate to be the ruin of you.

[ despite his words, his curiosity does not falter, and he takes a careful hold of the trinket with new-found interest, lifting it from its place in the sand and bringing it in front of his face for closer inspection. Albeit simplistic in design, it has a charm to it that captivates the violinist, and it would be a lie to claim he doesn’t thoughtfully appreciate the offering. ]

              It’s rather pretty, isn’t it?                              ….                      Thank you, friend.

[dashingbynature]

[the humour within the other’s words are met with his very own contentment, a playful wink aimed the other’s way in agreement]

     This is true, I would only hope you would be so kind as to make the same exceptions for me if I were to call upon a favour. And yet I do not believe in idly standing by as such talent is unrewarded.

[a grin unravels and the Glashtyn gives the Nack a nod, a gracious flare of his wrist to denote a chivalrous curtsy regardless of them both being seated]

     You are most welcome. Now, play on - your music inspires my thirst for hapless individuals who tread upon these sandy beaches.  Maybe if we are sufficiently entertaining, they will be so kind as to seek us for a change.

[lew-d]

[She tilts her head to the side to give him further access to her neck, a gentle hum of pleasure buzzing across his shoulder as she presses her lips there and then bites the same spot. She rises from her seat and tangles her fingers with his, settling their hands on the small of her back just where the swell of her ass begins as she heads out into the fresh air and across the street to the Peony.

Once inside she pulls him deeper into the club towards the stairs descending down to the employees’ level. She has a room down here as most of the others do, and she leads him to it, turning the lock behind them and settling against the door with a sultry smirk blossoming on her face.]

               As my guest, I relinquish control of what happens next to you.

                                                       For now.

[dashingbynature]

[there’s breathy laughter as the soft and subsequently sharper contact is made against him. He happily follows as their fingers intertwine, his thumb soon tracing deft circles over her lower back as they traverse towards the establishment side by side. He may not have entered the building before but its reputation proceeds it, his senses engulfed as they walk through the rooms towards more private quarters - the blond almost doesn’t want to leave the entertaining sights and sounds, but reasons with himself that there would be plenty of time for that

     It’s the snap of the lock that has the man glancing at her with a broad smirk, a sense of electricity flowing through his very being as he considers the possibilities of this encounter. But instead of obediently joining her, Fandral wanders around the room, fingertips rolling over the varied interesting props dotted around before settling upon a feathered scarf. It’s with a great deal of playfulness that he wraps the garment around his neck with a flourish]

               Is that so? I was hoping you were to give me my own personal show.

[syntheticallysentient]

[ Little thought needs placed in the workings of his fingers, adeptly playing along as if it was all they knew how to do, even as the näck’s attention drifts from the music to attempting to figure what his companion is going at. Catching sight of the item emerging from their self prompts a wrong tone to be plucked, however; several more follows, thrown off until he’s made to cease entirely and put the instrument aside in favour of reaching for the offering. ]

                              …?

[dashingbynature]

[the manner in which the other falters in turn causes for Fandral to stop singing. The stumble brings about an inadvertent roar of laughter, a sound that coalesces with the crashing waves as he gives a small shake of his head. A deft finger traces a circle around the bracelet, blue eyes flashing in good humour]

          A gift, friend.                      Is this not the ritual in which you favour?

[pottsceo]

[she glances down at her lap while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. His question, however, has her looking up and gazing upon their surroundings, with a gesture of her hand, showing the area around them, she responds casually]

      Is nature not luxury? Look at what it has to offer, the true beauty of this world. It’s sanctuary, a place where I can be free and alone with my thoughts. There is such peace here, not all of the money in the world could buy what I’m feeling right now, no trinket of luxury could satisfy nor compare to this. 

[now she’s looking at him and it frightens her a little that she can be so open with him, the things she speaks of, she has not told anyone before. There has never been anyone she could trust]

      I envy you. You get to live here, spending your time in the forest or out at sea.. I’ve never been to the sea. Only observed it from a distance, I bet it’s beautiful. 

[dashingbynature]

[her response garners an impressed hum from the Glashtyn, his fair gaze carefully watching as she speaks, taking in every subtle detail about her. The light freckling dotted over her nose and cheeks akin to the spray of embers, the hue of her eyes subsequently reminding him of the depths of the ocean. Her words may be noteworthy, but there is sadness which lingers between subtly affected syllables]

     Aye, there is peace, and yet there is the solitude that inherently follows. While comforting in sporadic doses, one must not fall into the trap of prolonging one’s loneliness.

[his thoughts prove to be right as she peers back at him, undertones of seclusion manifesting before him. Fandral offers her sympathetic simper, one which grows as an idea blooms]

     Life is but a journey in which one accumulates experiences. Merely wishing upon an encounter does not cause for it to spontaneously occur. You should learn to seize life’s finery, delve deeper into that which plays upon your fancy. I could take you, if you so wish - you would have no reason to fear in my presence.

[pottsceo]

[if she were an artist, the tone of which is his voice would be her muse, the way he speaks and says his name, it’s a wonderful melody, she could listen to him talk for hours on end. It’s drawing her in nearer, soon she doesn’t realize how much in length her hip has inched closer to his own, there is but a thread of space between them now. Her lips form the softest of smiles while looking upon him and being consumed by his presence]

            Fate works in mysterious ways~

      Fandral, it is a pleasure. My formal name is Virginia, however, you may call me Pepper, that is if you’d like. I’m not picky on what others choose to call me.

[dashingbynature]

         Virginia certainly sounds more regal but they are both equally as charming.

[he can feel her drawing closer and while it would be easy enough for him to mimic the motion, he remains poised on the bench. Allowing her to make the move of her own accord, leaning back with an arm comfortably draped over the top. At ease. It takes the subtlest of gestures in a particular pattern for his charm to work - a well placed simper here, a prolonged holding of her gaze there... It’s well-rehearsed theatrics but on this occasion it shines through with an added degree of sincerity which proves to be more effective]

          Tell me, Pepper - what brings someone of your stature to these parts? One would think you would opt for that of luxury as opposed to these drab surroundings.

[lew-d]

[she gives him a wide, bright grin before tilting her head and sucking his top lip between hers. she runs her tongue over the soft flesh and worries at it gently with her teeth before letting go.]

               Then perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere a bit more private. I think we have some sating to get to.

[dashingbynature]

[well, that was a clear indicator. Fandral doesn’t take his eyes off of her - she’s a tricky one, he’s sure of that, and it would stead him well to be careful despite her welcoming demeanour. And yet... A smirk twitches upon his lips as she went about teasing him, letting her have full control as the Glashtyn leans closer. The tip of his tongue lustily glides along the side of her neck, his pout extending over her with a sultry whisper]

                    I am at your disposal, lead the way.

[pottsceo]

      Their mothers should have taught them better.

[her gaze returns to him at his inquiry, she feels inclined to sit beside him. Pushing off from the tree, Pepper joins him on the wooden bench. With this close proximity, she knows she’s doomed, but it’s the fear of the unknown that’s lured her here]

      You are certainly making an effort to keep my company, are you sure you’re not making a mistake? I could be dangerous~

[she teases and shows her pearly whites with a devious grin.]

      You know the rumors are true, you are very handsome. It’s a shame we haven’t met before.

[dashingbynature]

          I suppose I am to find out.                I shall either be thoroughly pleased, or die a martyr. 

[she’s hitting all the right buttons, sparkling blue eyes akin to jewels of the sea reflecting back as she approaches - he doubts she’s only saying these things to please him, logic telling him that she comports herself in whichever manner she so wishes. But that doesn’t hinder his curiosity in her, a snigger rising with her reply]

          I could not agree more.                But one must consider that the fates had other plans for us meeting at a latter stage.                     Despite our banter, I do not think we have been formally introduced. Fandral.

[lew-d]

        Oh no, sweetheart. I can handle you just fine. You’re the one who might need a little help.

[she leans in closer to him, lowering her voice until it’s just a sultry whisper brushing across his lips]

      You keep touching me, handsome, and you might not make it to the club for drinks.

[dashingbynature]

[her voice sends shivers along his spine, fully aware that there’s a fine line he’s treading, lips remaining perfectly poised as the succubus brushes against them - on the one hand that latter comment of hers could be a threat based on his unrelenting efforts, or it could be a much desired segue. Only time would tell...]

     I am purely here to please, my dear.           Simply tell me of your desires and I shall do my utmost to sate them.

[pottsceo]

     Everlasting love, such fools to have believed any one man could offer that. Women who are led so blindly deserve their grim fate.

[she averts her gaze off to the side, looking upon what nature has to offer. The lush green grass and crystal clear water is paradise, she yearns to be consumed by such beauty. Although, to what she calls home is of a much darker place, full of molting lava and black ash, and yet this scenery is quite pleasant. She feels comfortable here, though is uncertain as to why]

       Your words hold such promise, it is a very tempting offer to accept.

[she avoids looking at him, this new found attraction is unnerving, yet overwhelmingly pleasing, she’s so close to giving in]

[dashingbynature]

[the corners of his lips tick upwards into a devilish smirk, her assessment of his “cause” is right on the target and he’s absolutely beaming. Not everyone understood why he did what he did, so this was refreshing]

          Aye, exactly. Those who are so easily led should not be graced with the boon in which Life holds for them. Punishment is all they deserve.

[her avoidant gaze sparks curiosity within the Glashtyn, a part of him knowing wondering if his charm is having its usual devastating effect. He slips himself down to seat himself properly on the bench, a flourish of his wrist to indicate the space besides him]

                    If you would so wish, it would please me greatly if you were to join me?

[pottsceo]

[Pepper tilts her head a fraction, he certainly is quite sure of himself, this is a quality she’s faced before in a man, but none have peaked her interest as much as he has. The odds are in his favor it would seem, but she enjoys the back and forth play, perhaps she can prolong this flirtatious exchange. Who will break first, she wonders]

      So confident in yourself, it’s endearing. How do the ladies react to such a charming creature like yourself? I imagine none have resisted you for as long as I have~

      Worthy of a queen is what I meant. I was to be queen someday, that was the purpose of my birth, but fate had other plans. Nevertheless, I still hold my title, so indulge me, why should I allow you to lay claim to me? 

[dashingbynature]

     That would depend entirely on my aim with said ladies. On the one hand there are pleasures of the flesh that are to be sated, and I have a knack of finding like-minded beings who share such an interest. And on the other hand... well, my reputation with the humans speaks for itself - offer them a means of everlasting love and commitment, and they become putty in one’s hands much to their downfall.

[there’s a light scoff as he mulls over her words, the accompaniment of the shake of his head denoting that her question was not one he had been expecting, utterly amused by it]

     A queen? I dare say I was right in detecting a regal air about you, a hint of grandeur. I see no reason why I would outright “lay claim” to you. You are your own person but I can offer you the opportunity to encounter an individual with absolutely exquisite taste.

[lew-d]

      [She beams at him as he circles her lips with his finger, and it grows as she listens to him.]

       ……..Ohhhh, I like you. 

                     I will absolutely make time for you, but I don’t think I’m gonna share. I’m keeping you all to myself.

                           Unless you object. [she quirks an eyebrow in challenge]

[dashingbynature]

          It bodes well that you find me so agreeable.                I see not why your undivided attention would be a problem at all.

[he hums in approval, the challenge in her expression met with a raised fair brow of his own. The trailing of his finger curves, the back of the digit brushing over the soft apple of her cheek]

          Although I am always open to new challenges.                If you feel you require more than one person to handle me,                     I certainly  would not say no.

[syntheticallysentient]

[ the corners of his lips curl into an easy smile - an enchanting duet of practised fingers and smooth vocals commences, flowing along with the ocean waves washing rythmically upon the shore, and a cool breeze sweeping past them. He hums lowly with the tunes, half-lidded eyes curiously observing his companions movements from his place leaning back against the sandy dunes. ]

[dashingbynature]

[Fandral withdraws a bracelet from his pocket, turning it over within his hand as the surrounding sunlight hits it - the piece of jewellery isn’t anything particularly spectacular, in fact it had belonged to one of his victims who he had lured towards the sea in hopes of a picnic at the beach earlier that day. They had spoken of going for a swim, remnants of her clothes and accessories discarded before the ensuing panic... There was no sense in wasting the trinket, and so the blond places it down into the sand, a deft finger nudging it closer to the näck]

[pottsceo]

[Pepper leans back against a tree that stood behind her, her stance is far more casual than before. This is quite entertaining, his words are of poetry, she can imagine how many times this kind of talk must have worked on other women]

    Fire.. yes.. you could say I was too hot to handle.

[Her lips pull into a smirk, it’s astonishing to her how easy it is to converse with him, frighting even]

    Do you believe yourself to be worthy of me? What do you have to offer that others did not?

[dashingbynature]

[Fandral opts to remain seated upon a wooden bench, rear perched against the top of the backrest as his feet are placed firmly upon the seat itself. His form is hunched forwards to maintain his balance but ultimately his stance is lower when compared to hers - whether this was merely due to the fact that he was comfortable in her company, or playing a game of supposed subservience was yet to be seen]

          Witty as well as beautiful. My my, you certainly are the whole package. Well, that entirely depends on what your definition of “worthy” is? I am worthy of a lot in this world but the claim of beauty and grace is subjective, don’t you think?