#axenus

[aurorawolfa]

Axenus, the younger brother to Mortem. The two counts are incredibly different, but they are family.  Axenus is far more mild mannered and polite compared to his wild big brother.  He's considered quite the gentleman.

[sixtybelow]

In My Dreams

Verena was the definition of a party girl. She loved to drink, she loved to dance, and she loved to socialize. The loud music bounced off the walls, while sweaty bodies mingled together. She could see her brother, sitting at a bar, alone, nursing some pink drink. 

She didn’t know why he came if he was just going to be a barflower.

One thing Verena liked about the clubs on Coruscant is that most of them had a outdoor lounge, quiet, more relaxed than the club. And only separated by a door. 

Verena was hot. Hot, hot hot. Her clothes, and hair stuck to her sweaty skin. She glanced at her brother one more time before escaping to the outdoor lounge. The air was cooler, and less stuffy, but it did nothing to calm Verena’s body, which began to feel like it was on fire. 

It wasn’t bad, but she just couldn’t figure out why she felt like this. Until she saw him. The man of her dreams. Literally. She, along with her family, and other members of her religion, have dreams of their soulmates. And he was definitely her soulmate. 

Verena slowly approached him. “Hello,” she greeted.

@ofgalaxiisms

[novaeclan-a]

                  Take my HAND, come back to the LAND,                          where everything’s OURS, for a few HOURS.

[mirrorfae]

((Legit just wanted to write two Majesties of the Night Court being dorks.))

It wasn’t unusual for a member of the Night Court to love the night, and even less unusual for a Majesty.  Moonless nights had always been Thane’s favorite.  He twisted himself more securely around the high branch he always favored, feeling a bout of sleepiness waver at the edge of his consciousness, and lifted his chin again to watch the stars.

Soft wingbeats fluttered at the edge of his hearing.  Thane grumbled and glanced back down, narrowing his eyes to see another Spiral creeping through the night.

“Plots?” he asked, pitching his voice low enough to only carry to his target.  Axenus, the King of Plots, looked up.

“Blades,” he said, recognizing Thane, and twisted his way up through the sparkling branches of the birch tree to perch next to Thane.  “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same,” Thane murmured, and uncoiled himself.  The shimmering red cape, symbol of his position as Majesty, caught on a twig.  He shook it loose.

Axenus watched him, his face shadowed by his hood.  “My scrying bowl clouded again,” he said.  Thane laughed.

“Sure.  Or else you just scratched a rune on it and wanted an excuse to get out of the Palace.”

Axenus’ wings twitched, and he half smiled before looking up at the stars.  “Don’t tell me you don’t miss it.”

“Miss… what?”

“Running assignments.  Being able to be out in the night without masking your face.”  Axenus cast a glance over at Thane.  “Though that’s one rule you seem to have no trouble flouting.”

Thane stretched and smiled.  “I’m the King of Blades.  Any dragon who sees my face will find out why.”

“How edgy.”

“Shut up.”

Axenus laughed, then shook his cloak into a position better for flying and twisted into the air, contorting himself into figure eights.  “I’m still going to Windstar Bay to scry,” he said.  “Are you coming?”

“And here I thought you didn’t like me.”

Axenus hovered and stared down at Thane.  With his dark coloring, Thane thought with a shiver, Axenus looked like just a black shape blotting out the stars.  Fitting, for Arcane territory.

“It’s just an offer.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Thane said hurriedly, and lifted himself into the air as well, looping around Axenus.  “Race ya.”

“You’re such a child,” Axenus sighed, but quickly untangled himself from the long coil of Thane’s body.  “Last one to the bay has to tell Poisons why we oh-so-suddenly left.”

Thane didn’t need further prompting to shoot off towards the bay.

By the time they got there, both Thane and Axenus were breathing hard.  Thane flopped to the coarse pink sand.

“I won.”

“No, you didn’t,” Axenus argued, and Thane opened one eye to see Axenus’ hood had blown back during the frantic flight.  The King of Plots was smiling.

Thane’s heart flipped.

“Tie?” he asked, yawning and curling up.  Axenus laughed.

“Fine, if you explain to Poisons.”

“Exploiter,” Thane managed through his sudden exhaustion, and promptly fell asleep before he could hear Axenus’ response.

When he woke, Axenus was gone, and the waves were almost lapping at his feet.  Thane jumped up and scrambled backward with a curse.

Someone, he noticed, had rearranged his cloak to lie comfortably over him while he slept.

The King of Blades smiled, ducked his head like a hatchling with his first crush, and slunk into the Starwood Strand with a smile hovering at his mouth.

[aurorawolfa]

A concept for Axenus as a human.  The fey king trying to roam among humans but he’s...still pretty out of place...

[aurorawolfa]

I wanted to draw Eva in some cute outfits.

No point in being best friends with a fey king if you can’t have ridiculous color changes in your hair.

[aurorawolfa]

More NPCs for Penumbra!  A lot of Pokemon this run.

[aurorawolfa]

Rascal and Axenus.