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[fourmarksmage]

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It wasn’t uncommon to see Yennefer as Lyra’s company around, especially recently. The two had grown significantly closer over time and, well, who wouldn’t be surprised to be pulled to such a fair maiden as Yenn was.

Lyra’s cheeks heated, as did her core, at her actions. Her brows lifted and she cleared her throat but found herself speechless at the moment. There were times they had been close yet this situation seemed it was going in another direction…

Lyra only hoped she knew what that situation was.

❝ Something enticing, Yenn? ❞

The laugh that slipped past Yennefer’s lips was low and dangerous, to match the smirk on her lips when she caught the color rising in Lyra’s cheeks. She waited expectantly for her to get some words out, since she always delighted at just how easy it was to render someone speechless without magic.

Her thumbs gently rolled back and forth on her hips, pursing her lips as she hungrily ran her eyes over the other woman. While the sorceress was always lacking in friends, and maybe shouldn’t risk the closeness she has with Lyra, she just can’t help herself for letting her curiosity test the waters.

“I think that’s a bit of an understatement, darling. Unless you tell me to take my interest elsewhere.”

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Wanda pulled her coat tighter against the cold, lifting her hand to quickly knock on the door, glancing over her shoulder once she had caused the noise. Her journey to develop her magic had led her down a few strange routes, and she did her best to accept the turns the road took. She knocked again. “Hello?”

[ineffablefallen]

“Said like I suddenly want to dance with you, Lyra.”

[loki-and-sigyn-asks]

Love and Hate

Loki stands next to Laufey scowling at everyone who looked at him. They were going to welcome his bride from Asgard. He didn’t understand why his father accepted this alliance with Odin, but he did and now Loki was to be married to an Asgardian. He didn’t want this and wanted nothing more than to kill her. Laufey glares down at his son, as if he knew what Loki was thinking. “Boy, you will not spark a war over this, understood?” Loki looks up at his father frowning. Laufey knew the look on his son’s face was murderous. He’s seen Loki take down the other Jotuns easily, despite being a runt.

“Yes, father.” He grunts, but Loki already made up his mind to not be kind to his wife, no matter who she is. “But neither of us will be happy.” Laufey groans, knowing his son was going to do what he wishes either way.

“Fine.” Laufey had already told the other Jotuns to not listen to Loki’s bribes for harming or killing her, punishment by death.

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[angelussapiens]

⨳ — SAPPHO QUOTES;

[ @herbalxhealer ]  “You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.”

❛ how sweet to consider me as fair as a star, but the thing about stars is that they while beautiful are blisteringly hot. i’d take caution while standing in my wake, because i could burn you if you’re not careful. ❜

despite the words, the corner of their gold lips was upturned in a flattered smile

[ofliesandstories]

❝ so a kiss is out of the question then? ❞

“A kiss...?”

“I’m sorry, Little Lyra, would you even be able to handle a kiss?”

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[lokitheliesmith]

Happy Landings?

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Snorri shot forwards like a bolt from a crossbow, a streak of moving shadow in the afternoon sun. He could just make out the calls of the bird giving chase behind him, but they paled into insignificance beside the blinding white pain lancing up his left leg, and the scent of blood. Both his own and his assailant's.

He kept up the speed for as long as he could, and swooped low over the roofs in a last ditch attempt to find a safe shelter.

He saw an open window, and took it, bumping on the glass and the frame as he tried to land, lost his footing at the sudden spike of pain, and collapsed in a bundle of black feathers inside.

[darling-pugilist]

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She hadn’t been expecting anyone to actually hear her muttering and her eyes widened in surprise. The woman that had spoken to her was young looking though that meant nothing among Asgardians. They could be twenty or 2,000 years old and there’d be no physical difference. 

“This place might be called the home of the gods but that’s not true. If we were gods then we wouldn’t have need to procreate or grow old... or die.” This lady might not like that response but it was true as far as Rúna was concerned and she was being very polite about it too! She wasn’t being snappish or short-tempered at all. Hopefully her tone had come off as neutral as she’d intended. 

“And... I don’t know where my parent is my Lady... He disappeared some time ago.” She refused to believe she'd been abandoned.