#neithe

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neither on conflict

better and its own edge

and called on the need

and dial

and for the truth

and aspect

and long

and held on the sure

and for the  spring

and caution

and its own need

and where it was the stance

moments and its own reaction

and made on the  themselves

and caught on the the broom

and return

and making

and its own secure

and response

and said as again

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❦ ALL OUR CHARS. I mean err pick any you like.

(YOU GAVE ME FREEDOM, I GOTTA DO IT!)

Daxie v. Neithe

He was crouched low nearby the water’s edge, bright eyes focused on the two forms splashing about in the water.  For all of the purple-haired Aurin’s youthful antics, Neithe had to admit that she tapped into maternal instincts quite well and quite swiftly—not that he was surprised considering her history as a Matria. 

Shialo cheerfully clambered onto Daxie’s back, kicking up water and leaning over as the former Matria tilted her head back with a laugh to say something to the child.  They scampered back and forth within the lake for awhile before all of a sudden, Shialo’s sharp shriek drew his attention once again from where it had wandered.  Spry despite old injuries and the age snowy hair implied, Neithe shot to his feet and darted to the edge of the water, just in time to see the dusky-skinned Aurin woman flail and drop beneath the water’s surface.

She did not fall… falling was too slow for that.

Something had her.

"Papa!"

The water Aurin shed his coat hurriedly before aiming to dive into the lake.  “Come this way, I’ll get her!”  As the little girl began to scramble back toward shore, he broke the surface in a graceful dive, strong legs and the sweep of his tail aiding as propulsion and rudder.  Under the water, he whipped around to spot the familiar, vibrant violet to no avail, heart hammering as he swam toward where he had seen her last.

It was a soldier’s instinct and the brush of something soft against his bare arm that saw him snap around again, teeth gritted.

Only to be faced with bright golden eyes against tanned skin and a cheeky grin flashing white fangs.  Immediately, Daxie pushed herself forward to tackle Neithe—as much as she was able underwater—and nuzzle up under his chin for a moment before sweeping back up to the water’s surface.

As he followed with mock-exasperation, Daxie threw up her arms in victory toward the young girl on the shore, and little one laughed, clapping animatedly.

(Any sort of relationship between these two—whether romantic or in friendship—would be rife with Daxie likely trolling the hell out of the old man… and probably trying to get his kids in on it, too.  She would have to get over her weirdness with older male Aurin because of her guilt over her consorts (specifically the one she crushed on), but I think even just befriending Neithe would help her in that instance.  And he would have to be less upset about her possibly engaging in… uh… interactions with humans—not that she does much with them!  I think a relationship either way with them could very possibly be a growing point for each.  Or… really could just lead to some heartache and tiffs if they both turn out to be too stubborn.

Either way, I totally ship it, and I think they’d be adorable!)

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⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey - Nevaan and Valkurius. ☼ my muse giving yours a massage - Daxie and Neithe.

⍢ It was a languid thing, the way they lounged draped across the leather upholstered sofa, chilly air a caress on bare skin. Heart rates had slowed by then, flesh no longer flushed and sweat cooled. After intimacy, the Cassian’s casual distance had abated, leaving the elder man quietly affectionate with a trace of silken soft fingers along the curve of Nevaan’s spine, golden gaze luminous in the dim lighting as he watched the play of lazy humor on the younger man’s face.

A little crack of a grin preceded Valkurius ducking his head to wedge bumpy nose beneath the other man’s ear, breath and beard tickling soft skin. He rumbled a purr in his throat in answer to Nevaan’s laugh, eyes half-lidded as he put lips to the cleft of clavicle and proceeded to suck. Strong hands grappled with the younger man’s hips to hold him still as sensitive flesh tingled with attention, nerves already overstimulated from their prior play sparking to life.

He might not be much of a possessive lover, but the elder Cassian had no qualms with leaving marks in his wake.

☼ “If you’re going to keep complaining, old man, then I have plenty of pillows you can shove your face into.” The little former Matria was perched astride Neithe, violet brows raised as she stared down at his scarred features. He was peering over his shoulder at her with that seemingly permanent scowl, vibrant eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, but—with her long, fluffy tail swishing in mischief behind her—she tucked clawed fingers against the back of his bare neck and gave a slow, scratching knead to bunched muscles, and retort died with a grunt.

His resulting shudder and squirm was delightful. “Just lay down and enjoy yourself for once instead of being angry all the time. No wonder you’re so tense, you never give it a rest.” The zaftig woman tucks her knees against either side of Neithe, wiggling her hips backward in order to sit quite proudly atop the curve of his backside, sliding her palms along the indentation of his spine.

A fang pinches her bottom lip as she grins at him, and the former Matria offers a one-shouldered shrug, unable to help the laugh and wiggle as he, with blue skin darkening subtly, pressed his forehead against his arm with an awkward grumble.

"Trust me. People love it.”

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ಠ_ಠ @ Daxie and Valkurius with any of my characters they have met.

Daxie: Holy hell, I'd love to sit on Nevaan's face and make him squirm. It's always the nice ones that are wild in bed!Valkurius: Small and fiery, and old enough to be experienced. Perhaps there are a couple things the little one and I could teach one another; I have yet to experience the company of his folk in such a way.

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@ Valkurius - * Nevaan and Mithridates. @ Daxie - * Neithe and Nevaan.

—-Valkurius—-

"Nevaan?" The older fellow lifts his head, squinting augmented eyes for a long moment before he offers a rather boyish grin and rubs the back of his neck with the heel of a palm. "He is, ah… he is quite handsome, and I must admit I am impressed with the way he carries himself considering.  He does seem a bit young, but… you get to a certain age and everyone does.  I happen to be aged, but I certainly am not dead.”

Valkurius’s expression sobers slightly, and he exhales a sharp sigh, brow furrowing.  “That man is extremely disturbed and extremely dangerous.”  A palm settles flat on the counter, frown darkening his countenance. “I would rather avoid him and all of the unpleasantness, but I have a feeling that eventuality will become reality… in regards to him.” 

He lifts his glass, as well as his brows, and offers a one-shouldered shrug.  “I do commend him on his aesthetics, however.”

——Daxie——

"The OLD MAN?  You mean, the one that’s such a grumpy ass all the time about everything?"  Daxie throws up her arms above her head, laughing.  "Wouldn’t mind throwing him around and showing him that there’s stuff out there to be a little bit happier about!  I mean, ‘s not like I’m only into Humans.  Aging, delicious grumpy bastards are on my list, too.”  She leans forward, lifting a hand to stage-whisper, although she doesn’t lower her voice—oops.  “Send him my way, I’ll stroke that tail ‘til he’s a pile of butter, and THEN he won’t know what hit him.”

"Until it’s over with.  Then we’ll see who’s gonna be a grumpy bastard."  She offers a broad, fangy grin and a toss of her head, unabashedly salacious.

"Nevaan I’m just waiting for.  I mean, I know I’m damn intimidating, but that lovely morsel I’d climb like a damn tree as fast as he said HELLO."  The Aurin lady claps a hand over her mouth, giggling, ears angling forward as she squirms in her seat.  "A little application of my undeniable charm… just you wait.  Already had his hands all over my face, the rest of me’s just the next step."

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New prompt: Neithe and Valkarius sharing about their middle age and mid-life crisis days. "Have you ever decided to just... drop all responsibilities and go out with a bang, Valkurius?" the older aurin questions inquisitively.

For awhile, Valkurius does not seem inclined to answer the elder Aurin’s question and sits in silence, gloves fingers tucked against the side of ceramic cup warmed by the steaming tea within.  After a few moments, the elder Human exhales a soft breath, head canting slightly to one side.  “There have been moments,” he offers finally, vigrant gaze leveling on Neithe across from him.  “I do not think it is entirely unusual to wonder if our times of relevance have ended and that others no longer need our counsel or our assistance.  Admittedly, there are days where I wish to disappear, that my death be easily forgotten, that my light will be smothered and no one will be around to know.”  The Cassian expatriate purses his lips then, exhaling.

“However, someone needs to be around to keep all of them in line, mm?”  Lips quirk in quiet amusement, ruffling the corner of his beard.  “Cannot let them run rampant or everything is going to go to hell, as it were.”  One leg drapes casually over the other as he adjusts, mirth lingering in bronzed features.