#ferarum

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        ❝  why such a long face, dorogaya ?  ❞   lilia asks   as she pulls one of her skates off with a sigh. judging by the sting on her heel, she was sure there was some sort of bruise there, but she couldn’t bear to look at it at the moment.   ❝  tired ?  ❞

@ferarum​ - for misha !

[dirtymercy]

@ferarum / LUCY & DICK

   “I wouldn’t, if I were you ...” Voice warning, but there was an evident edge of amusement, what with his casually folded arms with his shoulder leaned against the brick wall beside him. It could so easily have been said to either of them -- Lucy who’d been able to try something, or the guy holding the crossbar attempting a very obvious carjacking. He jerked his head to the side, the universal sign of beat it. Had he been dressed in day clothes, the guy might have put up a fight, but the cape and mask was deterrent enough and Dick watched him scamper off into the night. “So what was the plan here? Were you going to kick him in the shins?”

SMALL STARTER CALL!

[worldly-diversity]

@ferarum ○ 𝕤𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕒 ○

         ⤷  『  “ Do I like him or is he just tall? ”  』

Maira couldn't help but laugh at the other woman's question, amused by how sweet she was yet nevertheless also pleased by both the company and the fact that Sognare felt comfortable enough to say such things around her.

After all, Maira had never gone to the Isle. She had been protected as Hermes' daughter and had kept away from the public's eyes as well, attending Auradon as she should but otherwise keeping her head down, making a few select friends and spending the rest of her time around Mount Olympus rather than stay where trouble could come to her.

However things were safer now. The Isle had been abolished, the barrier removed and Sognare was back in Auradon where she'd belonged once. Yet for all the talk of reformed villains, Sognare had changed in that place, that much was apparent even to the demigod who had not known the girl all that well before her banishment.

Still, adaptation was a skill they all needed, and though she disapproved of the kind of rule-breaking behaviour that characterised the VKs that now lived at the school among them, she had never actually disapproved of their freedom.

Though she would likely never become friends with Ared, her fellow demigod who had been sent to the isle for his destructive and violent tendencies, she nevertheless was rather interested in befriending some of the milder VKs, as well as finally being able to openly interact with Jordan.

"It could be both, you know~" She teased finally, an elbow playfully digging into Sognare's side. This was hardly the time to be introspective or morose about the entire affair. Maira was here to spend time with the girl and to have fun, and that was exactly what she'd do. And if Sognare was happy like this, who was she to impede her?

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[worldly-diversity]

@ferarum ○ 𝕤𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕤 ○

         ⤷  『  ✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them  』

A smirk formed on his lips as he felt her nails leave stripes on his skin, quickly blossoming into red lines he would be sporting for a little while at least. She was always so expressive, even if not with her words on every occasion. This certainly was one such occurrence where silence was more precious to her than sound.

After all, they were hidden from view but far from truly secluded or in private, having chosen to pull her into a darkened alley near to the place they'd been having a bite. It's her own fault though, she'd been riling him up the entire time they were eating until he was visibly refraining himself from taking care of her mischievous behaviour right there.

Well, aside from the fact they'd have been kicked out if he did that, there was also the matter of letting anyone else see his darling Sognare in such a pleasured state, which just wouldn't do. No, she was reserved for him alone after all.

"Cat got your tongue, little dream~?" He purred darkly, enjoying her touch over his back, her hands slipped beneath his shirt while his own had long since snuck beneath the skirt of her dress to touch and tease. "You've been all worked up since the café, to think you used to be such a shy and well-behaved little thing. I guess I'll just have to teach you some manners then, hm?"

She would look lovely walking home all flushed and trying to keep the results of their little excursion from seeping out of her and past the hem of her dress.

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@ferarum ○ 𝕖𝕥𝕫𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 ○

         ⤷  『  ❛ maybe you should watch your tongue before i put it to better use. ❜  』

A sharp laugh akin to a bark escaped the sailor at those words. He knew who this lad was, and he wasn't about to let the little shit talk to him like that, inside Harry's territory or not.

As it happened, he'd been out for a quick stroll, snagging whatever took his fancy from under whoever had it, right up till this little pup got in his way. Etzel, the little Auradon boy what got himself sent to the Isle, now that's an embarrassment. Maybe he'd earned it, but Harry doubted it.

He remembers how the boy had been those first days, scared of his own shadow, trying to snap at everyone's heels as though doing that would get him anything but crushed 'neath someone's boot. And then Jay had taken the brat under his wing, and things changed again. The boy got trained, confident, thought he had somewhere to belong.

It was a laughable thought, but Harry didn't much care to pop his perception. If he did, getting Etzel to turn against his current master wouldn't get him anywhere, the boy would be suspicious of everyone at that point. Best let him find out all on his own that Jay was a backstabbing little shite who didn't care who got hurt long as the job got done. Harry admired that in the other boy, privately, on the rare occasion he wasn't picturing the other's face while throwing daggers at a target.

So they've got history, so what?

In that scheme of things, Etzel didn't matter one whit. Except when he started making a nuisance of himself, that is.

“What's this? Jay's little bitch got some teeth?” He chuckles, a soft, dark thing that sends whoever else was in the small alleyway scuttling the hell out of the blast radius that was Harry Hook in a temper. “Careful they don't get knocked out now, ye won't be growin' them back.”

Or perhaps…

His hook flashed out, catching in the other's shirt and tearing a hole into the fabric as he yanked the boy closer with it, delighting in the way he could lean over the other this way.

“Or perhaps,” He mused aloud softly, smirk curling his lips and exposing the sharp of his canines. “Little Jay's been neglecting you, eh? Ye should mind what ye say, little whelp, or I might just take that as an invitation instead.”

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[worldly-diversity]

@ferarum​ ○ 𝕤𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕤 ○

         ⤷  『  ❛ push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me. ❜  』

He laughed softly, dark eyes shining with mirth at her brave proclamation, his dear little sister, Poor shy thing that she was when she'd first come to the Isle cast out by her own family and taken in by his own father instead. The Sandman's own daughter. How delightful that she'd become this instead.

Naturally, Phobos had heeded his father's words despite their mutual disbelief that the Sandman would allow any child of his to be shipped off to the Isle just like that. They had taken her in, cultivated her while his father continued to work on his own projects. Magic may be impossible here, but some things were simply a part of you, and no magical barrier could take it. His father's power was of this kind.

Sure, there would be no NightMares galloping around the Isle, but the fear would always linger.

And now, the sweet innocent thing that Sognare had once been, his sweet little dream, had learned to bite back, to defend herself, and most importantly, to crave him. It had taken time to earn her fragile trust, to let her rely on him and eventually allow him to touch her but oh how it was all worth it.

Make sure she doesn't want to go back.

Well, he's pretty confident he succeeded.

“Oh my little dream~” He purred darkly, approaching her and step by step crowding her against the nearest wall of their hideout, delighting in the little start she made as her back hit the cool rock. “You want me so badly, don't you darling?” Slowly did his hands trail up her thighs, pulling up the hem of the dress she was wearing, grinning at the fact that, yes it was definitely shorter than it had been a few months ago.

His fingers brushed the edge of her underwear and he smirked openly, leaning in to pin her properly and claim her, lips crashing together before he trailed down to her neck where he could leave a few more nice and obvious love bites on her, high enough even a scarf would struggle to cover them. That kind of ownership was always fun to display after all.

She could do little but cling to him as his fingers continued questing, one hand continuing upward as the other lingered to tease her through the thin layer of fabric protecting her core. Calling it her modesty would hardly be apt for how often and how readily she let him at it. Today too, she would find herself taken as requested, as often as she liked.

The Isle was a prison, what more was there for him to do than partake of her?

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[worldly-diversity]

@ferarum​ ○ 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 ○

          ⤷  『  ✂ = threatening them  』

Some of these kids really had no manners and it sure as hell showed in how they strutted around this garbage dump of an isle. The bigger your mommy or daddy's name, the more these brats thought they could get away with. Thing was, that's all they were, brats without powers and overinflated egos.

Sure, she'd spent years following a cranky old wannabe king, but they worked well together all in all and the promises he'd made… Well, once he'd succeeded they hadn't gone hungry in some time. Right until the antelopes and the rest of the tasty animals migrated elsewhere or were all killed off, and their food supply dwindled to nothing. Even the watering holes dried out.

And then the young prince came back and everything went to shit.

They'd paid old Scar back for his less than ideal reign, but sometime after that… Well, getting used to having a pair of legs instead of her paws had been an adventure in and of itself, really, as well as adjusting her eating habits to whatever you could scrounge in here.

She'd made something of it though, in her humble opinion. Shenzi ran something of a cross between a night club and a bar, and she didn't want any of these smug, snot-nosed brats anywhere near her establishment.

Which of course meant the few with thick skulls kept trying to get past her and the boys. They were doing well too, long as they all stuck together at least. Her bar ended up being something of a hyena haunt, but that was fine. It almost felt like being home, in a way.

But. The brat.

She snarled under her breath as the little one tried making a commotion at the door, leaving more than one of her compatriots snarling at her arrogance. Getting closer from behind the bar where she usually stood she realised who the kid was. Great, fucking Chernabog's spawn. Only about as entitled as Maleficent's little sprog, but with the age, confidence and power to back it up. Well, relative, naturally, but still.

And, most importantly, not eighteen yet.

“Back off, brat. You know the rules same as anyone else and if your daddy dearest needs something he can come get it himself. You can bare your teeth at me all you like, you didn't get in when you were ten, you're not getting in now. So scram!”

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