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// Ok but dramatic King and Queen interaction you feel me
{ It’d be part pissing contest, part angst, part political intrigue. All of the yes. }
kinofodin replied to your post:If Hirst gives me the kissing of Charles’ foot I...
I appreciate the really specific amount
his forgiveness is on a sliding scale depending on what he gives me.
Hel lay in the water, face down and unmoving. It was a peaceful quiet under the steaming surface of opaque bath water. A welcome reprieve from the wailing that held an otherwise silent night captive. A fan of dark hair blotted out the light of several hearth fires and granted Hel a feeling of isolation. Or at least as close as a goddess might find herself alone when the bath she had thrown herself into had been drawn for someone else. She could physically feel him standing over her. In a minute, she’d surfaced and pulled herself over to the edge, smiling unabashed and mischievous at him, “If you're here to tell me this bath was for you, I should warn you -- my willingness to share is about as thin as the wall doing nothing to keep your son’s howling from abusing my ears.”
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Ragnar had reached to stop the girl from falling, but he moved away again when she righted herself. He crouched down to her height and peered at her curiously. She was only the size of a small child, but she looked a full grown woman. He tilted his head as he studied her. “My people do not sing of love, hm? My men are afraid they will somehow cast a spell on themselves if they do…but, I seem to have survived, hm? Will you sing the whole thing for me, hm? Your song?”
His almost owl like mannerisms nearly pulled a smile from Flora as her blush deepened. Singing in front of others was a rare occurrence - her sisters were far more musical, playing fiddles and flutes certainly better than she could sing - and to have been caught the Hobbit was more than a little flustered. And singing a love song, at that. “You enjoy singing, sir?” she inquired, still fighting the burning in her cheeks. By her curls, his eyes were astonishing, freezing her in her place like a hunter’s gaze. “If I do, will you teach me one of your peoples’ songs?”
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“ And I thought my head tats were badass. “ chuckled Juice as he admired the Viking’s markings, to which Ora rolled her eyes. “ He is a child, forgive him. “
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Seeing the male in front of her, she took a few steps forward, her sapphire eyes looking deep within his, almost as if she was trying to read his very soul. --- Which she could have been, since she was Hell’s Queen, and mostly known as Satan’s murderer. She soon stopped until she was in front of him, her beautiful blonde hair slightly blowing in the wind whilst her pale skin softly glistened under the sunlight. “Ragnar Lodbrok. I’ve heard so much about you. Do you know who I am? Not many people do.”