Queen Ingrith

independent queen ingrith from maleficent: mistress of evil

[mcrtalqueen-a]

moving ingrith to her own blog here !!! 

[swordlesbianopinions]

Is it too much to ask for a rival around here? A charming foe? An opponent to engage passionately in a battle of the lips? I mean wits. Fuck

[driflloon]

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[mcrtalqueen-a]

@flyingupward | Birgitte's eyes flutter open in the early morning light. She lets out a soft, contented moan and all of a sudden, remembers why. Smiling over at Ingrith, she nuzzles closer into her side. "I haven't slept that well in a long, long time."

‘Hello, sleephead’, Ingrith murmurs, propping her head up on her hand to gaze down at her. She’s been awake for a while now, content to lie on her side, her arm draped over Birgitte’s waist, their legs tangled together, and watch her sleep. She presses a kiss to her forehead, and says, ‘considering what you do for a living, I’m not really surprised’. 

Her fingers trace gently up and down her spine, and she smiles softly. ‘I slept quite well myself. It’s late, but... I didn’t really want to wake you’. 

[acuriousidea]

Vintage Tosca Peignoir & Nightgown Set

[archive-sqlvation]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.

[mcrtalqueen-a]

flyingupward‌:

       birgitte feels GOOSEBUMPS erupt on the skin where ingrith touches her. she lets out a shaky breath and offers a quick nod. ❝ i’m nervous as hell, but i’m not uncomfortable with the idea. ❞ birgitte can be BLUNT sometimes, but it’s honestly how she feels. tentatively, her hand lands on ingrith’s hip. ❝ perhaps if you were to kiss me…it might help me RELAX. ❞

Ingirth lifts her hands, and carefully cradles her face. She leans in, nudging their foreheads together, and presses a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. She hums softly, and murmurs, ‘I can do that’. Then she tilts her head, and kisses her properly, sliding her fingers into Birgitte’s still damp hair. 

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[mcrtalqueen-a]

@flyingupward​

[mcrtalqueen-a]

flyingupward‌:

       birgitte PAUSES for a moment, a surprised smile alight on her face. truth be told, she’d been worried about this question. is it too soon ? does it make her look bad ? but she can’t REMEMBER the last time she’s wanted someone this much. or rather…she can, all too well. so she bites her lip and nods slightly, tentatively SETTLING INTO BED beside the other. ❝ i…i think i’d like that. ❞

Ingirth exhales a laugh, and turns on the bed to face Birgitte. A smile curves her lips, and she reaches out to cover her hand. She hesitates, and lifts her other hand, trailing her fingertips lightly along the exposed line of her collarbone, just above the open neck of the dressing gown. ‘I would love you to stay’, she murmurs, ‘but only... only if you’re comfortable’. 

[mcrtalqueen-a]

flyingupward‌:

        she feels a thousand pounds lighter as she pads out of the bathroom. her hair is still wet, fingers running through it slightly. she feels a bit RIDICULOUS, barefoot and dressed down in ingrith’s presence. the woman just has a regality to her that’s leaving butterflies in the former pm’s stomach. ❝ sorry, i um…i STUPIDLY left my clothes out here so i just…used the robe. i hope that’s alright. ❞

@mcrtalqueen

A rush of heat flows through her at the sight of Birgitte standing there in her robe, her hair still damp from the bath. She swallows tightly, and moves closer, unable to take her eyes from her face. ‘Oh, I... no, of course it’s alright’. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and her throat feels suddenly dry. ‘I, um...’ she feels oddly flustered, something she rarely feels. ‘I was wondering if... would you like to stay the night?’

[mcrtalqueen-a]

velvetipped‌:

‘of course i came. i came as soon as i could.’  seeing the hurt in the other woman’s eyes causes caroline to sob. she hates it, hates seeing ingrith like this, so clearly upset. ‘i won’t leave you, not unless you want me to. i’m here, my love. i’m here. ‘ she kisses the side of the other woman’s head, nuzzling her face against her as her arms hold her close. ‘what has happened? talk to me, ingrith. you can trust me. i’m not going to hurt you. i’ll never hurt you.’ 

She’s still reeling from it all, and she clutches Caroline closer, fingers curling so tight in her dress she’s almost worried about ripping the fabric. ‘There was... I was...’ her breath hitches, and she tucks her face against the crook of her neck, where she feels safe, where it feels like home. ‘I was... I was cursed. I did... I did terrible things’. A sob crawls up her throat, and she doesn’t know how to reconcile what she remembers with the fact that she wasn’t in control. ‘And I couldn’t stop myself’. 

[mcrtalqueen-a]

flyingupward‌:

       that lets birgitte RELAX a little, even as the touch of woman’s fingers cause fire to blossom throughout her body. ❝ slow…slow sounds nice. ❞ though now, she’ll admit, it seems agonizing. blue eyes flicker up and down the blonde’s form before birgitte is clearing her throat, focusing back on her menu with A SOFT BLUSH. ❝ what do you recommend ? i trust your taste. ❞

‘Then slow it is’, Ingrith says gently, her eyes soft and fond, ‘whatever makes you comfortable’. Her fingers brush over Birgitte’s knuckles, and her smile becomes a little playful. ‘I’d like to see you get very comfortable’. The question gives her pause, and rather than brush it away, she decides to be honest. ‘I’m not sure, actually. I’ve been too distracted by you to even notice the menu’. 

[rpxmusings]

        ANGER   WAS   :                                      BETTER   THAN   TEARS                                     BETTER   THAN   GRIEF                                     BETTER   THAN   GUILT

[a-velvetipped]

ingrith & caroline. /  @velvetipped  & @mcrtalqueen

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[mcrtalqueen-a]

@velvetipped asked - ▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

Ingrith doesn’t run to Caroline, but she comes close. There’s a flurry of heavy skirts as she crosses the room towards her, and she slams into her with a little more force than she intended. She buries her face in Caroline’s shoulder, fingers twisting in expensive fabric, and she croaks, ‘thank you for coming’. She’s determined not to cry, at least not yet, but she clings to Caroline like her life depends on it. Maybe it does. 

[rpmemes-galore]

Send a symbol for your muse to gently touch mine by: 

❥ :  tucking stray hair behind their ear

✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket

★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair

◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind

✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands

♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest