Lift Your Voice to the Stars

Welcome! I am Stary Hayden. I'm the director of a privately owned stables and joint animal rescue... Well, while I'm at home, anyway... [[Independent RP blog for the Multiverse OC Stary Hayden. No set universe, will play with anyone. Feel free to drop a line! Face Claim: Lauren Cohan (Male: David Tennant) Current M!A: None]]

[trickster-god]

Scars

[trickster-god]

  "Nor I you….I couldn’t…I can’t fathom losing you again, even for a short period of time….I…do not think I could fair well on my own, without you…You keeping me going….you make me the happiest I have ever been in all my life…I love you Stary Hayden, and I absolutely refuse to let you go…ever again. Anywhere. Do you hear me?" He took her face in both his hands, watching her eyes for a moment, before closing his own and leaning forward to rest his forehead on her shoulder.

"There must be a way…there has to be…"

[songofthefae]

She listened to him, her eyes swimming with tears once more. She felt everything he said, felt it so deep that it twisted white-hot in her gut and sent sparks over her skin. His sentiments were not unrequited. She gazed as willingly into his eyes as she had ever done anything before, studied the emerald depths of his own before they closed, and she closed hers in kind, and their foreheads touched. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes, and she breathed a laugh.

"There must be... but I... I don't know how. I wish I did, but..." She trailed, her voice soft. She was at a loss. What was there to be done? 

"I suppose if I absolutely had to, I can get to Alfheim from just about anywhere, and then to Midgard from there, but..." But it wasn't the same.

[trickster-god]

Trust My Rage || songofthefae

[trickster-god]

  With his hands around on her back it gave her the ability to lean and nip at his ear lobe, dragging her nails lights over the skin just under his ear, smirking when he gave her a quick kiss. “You flatter me, Hayden…but I do enjoy it…oh most undoubtedly…”

"I am…very eager…to see what is underneath…" One hand snaked down and slipped under the fabric of his shirt, pressing against his abdomen lightly. "And eager to see what you can do…"

[songofthefae]

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[songofthefae]

His shirt was ripped from him, and he gasped at the suddenness of it before she grasped his hands and silently demanded that he continue. He did, at a somewhat slower pace than before, gentler with her hands on his.

He stroked his fingers over her skin with deliberation, but tenderness. Studying her curves, the texture of her skin. As he did so, he leaned to capture her lips, fingers departing her skin long enough to undo the tunic and push it off her shoulders slowly.

"I should probably ask what her Majesty enjoys..." He murmured against her lips, his voice soft, but layered with lust, "Unless she wants to let me find out... or to guide me..."

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[songofthefae]

//No one's particularly happy tonight

So here's Sterling and Lady also not being particularly happy.

And I'm not particularly happy with the sketch. LOL. Mostly Sterling's clothes. Designing Asgardian clothing is hard.

[dancermarianne]

[trickster-god]

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[trickster-god]

  With his hands around on her back it gave her the ability to lean and nip at his ear lobe, dragging her nails lights over the skin just under his ear, smirking when he gave her a quick kiss. “You flatter me, Hayden…but I do enjoy it…oh most undoubtedly…”

"I am…very eager…to see what is underneath…" One hand snaked down and slipped under the fabric of his shirt, pressing against his abdomen lightly. "And eager to see what you can do…"

[songofthefae]

He shuddered as he felt her teeth close on his ear and her nails on his skin. They left tingling, not wholly unpleasant sparks of light pain. His eyes drifted closed and he breathed a sigh at the sensation, fingers deftly undoing (once he had analysed the nature of them) the clasps that held her tunic closed.

"I'll do my very best..." He murmured back, letting a hand slide beneath her tunic and over her skin. His fingers obviously had seen work, were calloused, but not rough. Just worn. They were gentle as they roved over her stomach, and traced around her back, before following the curve of her spine upwards and trailing around to her front once more.

[dark-danny-deactivated20191204]

shiny version of the vaporeon i did for this blog’s challenge  (´･ω･`)

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[trickster-god]

Trust My Rage || songofthefae

[trickster-god]

  His actions were both gentle and lusty…? Was that the right word? It mattered not almost all brain function flew out the window when his lips met hers. Leaning into his, Loki brought one hand to the side of his face, slipping her fingers over the curve of his ear, the other hand moving to rest on his shoulder.

"You are eager…" She spoke, breaking the kiss to breathe, though barely moving back from his lips. 

[songofthefae]

Her hands on him spurred him on, although he was still quite careful, and he slid his hands around to figure out how to undo her tunic. He wasn't unfamiliar with the style of clothing, he spent a good deal of time in worlds that had similar fashion, but finding the clasps and undoing them was the key here.

Especially while he was otherwise occupied.

"M'lady is breathtaking." He murmured when she broke away, "Why would I not be eager? Besides..." And here, he stole a quick peck.

"You seem to be just as eager as I am."

[trickster-god]

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[trickster-god]

  "I did not think so." Her light smile turned into more of a smirk and reaching up with one hand, she popped the snap that held her armor in place, pulling it off with a move that was more graceful than it needed to be, a move she was used to performing more than likely. Loki tossed it to one side, it landing with a metallic clatter on the marbled flooring.

She made quick, fluid work of the majority of her leather duster and tunic, leaving a deep ink black piece of clothing that could only really be described as a sort of tunic, though more form fitting, underneath.

"I have no intention of doing all of the work for you…" Loki started, moving to take a seat on the edge of her bed, crossing her still boot-clad legs and regarding him coyly. "Come…." She beckoned with one finger.

[songofthefae]

Well

She wasted no time.

I guess I'm sleeping with the goddess of mischief. 

He watched her, swallowing thickly and reaching up to undo the button at the throat of his sleeveless polo. His temperature had spiked and his cheeks went rosy. She gestured him closer, and he smirked softly, making his way over to her, slipping his hands over her shoulders and to her back before leaning over so their noses barely brushed.

"As you wish, m'lady..." He purred before closing the distance and capturing her dark painted lips.

[trickster-god]

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[trickster-god]

  There was no doubt in her mind that he knew what she wanted of him, it was a little more than obvious. One got used to being obvious in a realm full of boorish men, but Loki got the inkling that he was not like them. Not even a little. 

Glancing back at him, she caught that coy look and it made her shiver deliciously. 

Loki spoke no more until she’d lead him to the more private rooms of the palace and she dismissed whatever servants were in the area, turning to face him as she came to a halt. “I suppose I should find rooms for you…but you wouldn’t mind waiting for one night would you?”

[songofthefae]

Sterling followed behind Loki, at her left shoulder, and she wove her way through the palace. He was getting to see more of it, but had not successfully mentally mapped the place out in even the slightest yet. 

Maybe he could go exploring later.

But now....

He watched the servants --most of whom glanced at him briefly-- leave in a hurry. Well. That took care of that problem. He glanced briefly around her chambers, taking them in while she spoke. His gaze lingered on the window briefly. He hadn't noticed how dark it had gotten, really...

"Hmn... If that one night is spent here, I have no reason to complain..." He grinned at her.

[trickster-god]

Trust My Rage || songofthefae

[trickster-god]

  "You might want to hold on to that statement, Hayden….heaven knows what I want…" Loki’s voice grew soft, leaning closer to his lips, brushing hers over his for a moment, before stepping back entirely from him, rubbing her arms with her hands. "Mm…getting rather cold, don’t you think?" She was not cold at all, and that wasn’t just because of her genetics, no she was rather warm, especially in a few spots on her person at the moment.

"Let us retire inside, Hayden, mm?" She offered, turning from him and moving across the stables in the direction of the palace.

[songofthefae]

She leaned close, and his eyes drifted closed in anticipation. He was left wanting when her lips just grazed over his.

"I think I've a good idea as to what you want, M'lady." He murmured, eyes opening halfway again as she rubbed her arms. Yeah, right. She just wanted to get him inside so they wouldn't be seen out in the stables. 

Or so he assumed. 

"Of course, your Majesty. Whatever you wish." But there was an edge to his smile this time, something more coy than before.

[trickster-god]

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[songofthefae]

"I try." He grinned, and slowly let her hands go and dropping his gaze a little meekly. How silly of him. He was lucky she didn’t have his head for that. 

"If her Majesty has anything else she wishes me to see to… or to…erm, do or what have you… my schedule is yours to command." He rubbed the back of his neck and arched his eyebrows at her with a cheeky grin.

[trickster-god]

"You do very well I must say…" She murmured, feeling a pull at her center when he let go of her hands. Her skin felt like it was alight, her eyes drifted over his face, his features and quickly she looked away as well. 

"….." Oho. Oho did he just…?

Loki let a small smirk grace her lips as she closed the distance between them, lightly pressing herself against him, she lifted a hand to run it through his shock of azure striped hair. “I can think of something I am sure….”

[songofthefae]

That was incredibly quick.

Sterling gawped with a soft "Uuuuhhh" as he lost control of his mental facilities for a moment. Think, dammit.

"O-oh. W-well whatever you wish, your Majesty." He replied, slowly sliding an arm around her waist. He was careful with the contact-- this could be a test, or a trap, though he somewhat doubted it-- and he didn't know how far he could go without her pulling rank and dominance on him.

Then again, if she was coming onto him this intensely, who was he to refuse? And did he really want to?

Nope. He'd just go with it. Why not?

[trickster-god]

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[songofthefae]

"Hey… hey…" Sterling had seen the sudden shift and guilt in her voice made him feel terrible. "I’m not hurt! You fixed it! … very nicely, I might add…. and it’s fine! It won’t happen again, and that’s what matters.” He hopped to his feet and, boldly, took her hands in his with a bright smile. 

He didn’t want to see her beat herself up over this. She was lovely, but beyond that, he could see depth to her. She put up the strong front of a queen, but she had a good heart, otherwise she wouldn’t have apologized to him like she did. 

"Don’t worry about it, your Majesty."

[trickster-god]

She caught that and it made her smile, glancing down and away from Sterling, almost shyly, before she felt his hands on hers and she looked up to meet his golden eyes. Such a softer color than those of the Gatekeeper’s who were decidedly more copper than gold. 

"If…If you say so…yes I suppose I did fix it." Rather than break it as it was well known that she did a marvelous job where that was concerned.

"You are too kind…thank you Hayden."

[songofthefae]

"I try." He grinned, and slowly let her hands go and dropping his gaze a little meekly. How silly of him. He was lucky she didn't have his head for that. 

"If her Majesty has anything else she wishes me to see to... or to...erm, do or what have you... my schedule is yours to command." He rubbed the back of his neck and arched his eyebrows at her with a cheeky grin.

[trickster-god]

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[trickster-god]

  "I don’t think you want to let me use it." Loki spoke softly, a warning in her voice, though she was far from angry. His wounded cheek despite being swollen to all Hel and back was rather soft, something she found she appreciated. 

Odd train of thought. Where did that come from….

"Good, I am glad to hear it. I assure you…It will not happen again. I…should not have hit you." Goodness her guilt was immense of a sudden. Perhaps it was because Sterling was such a good young man, there was no warranting for her striking him. Save her own ego and that was no reason.

[songofthefae]

"Hey... hey..." Sterling had seen the sudden shift and guilt in her voice made him feel terrible. "I'm not hurt! You fixed it! ... very nicely, I might add.... and it's fine! It won't happen again, and that's what matters." He hopped to his feet and, boldly, took her hands in his with a bright smile. 

He didn't want to see her beat herself up over this. She was lovely, but beyond that, he could see depth to her. She put up the strong front of a queen, but she had a good heart, otherwise she wouldn't have apologized to him like she did. 

"Don't worry about it, your Majesty."

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