Give me a chance

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Give me a chance.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Give me a chance.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Give me a chance.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Give me a chance.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Give me a chance.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Give me a chance.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Give me a chance.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

moved

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Tarquin has MOVED.

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

TARQUIN HAS MOVED

An independent Vampire Chronicles RP blog, though open to everything. #tarquinblackwood

[tarquin--blackwood]

Why would you do that to me? Why must you be so cruel?

You paid for this coat.

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And now I’m paying a raven to shit on it.

[tarquin--blackwood]

And then I hope you'll be happy paying for a new one when the time comes, or parting with one of your own.

[tarquin--blackwood]

Keir, do not shit on my coat, please.

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He will shit on your coat because I told him to.

[tarquin--blackwood]

Why would you do that to me? Why must you be so cruel?

You paid for this coat.

[tarquin--blackwood]

Keir, do not shit on my coat, please.

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Charcoal || Medieval AU || Tarquin & Loki

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Loki nodded firmly in response to his response and he pulled the horse up to a man running a nearby vendor. In perfect Spanish, he asked where the best hotel was located, preferably a place with privacy. The man pointed off in the distance, speaking quickly, directing them to a nearby hotel apparently run by a wealthy landowner. With a bright grin and a mutter of thanks, the King flicked a gold coin down at the man before taking off again in the directions provided. 

"Seems there’s one just five minutes of here," he said to Tarquin. “Any place you would like to stop along the way?"

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Quinn perked up some as they trotted through the little town and, while he certainly did not let go of the other man, even in the slightest, he relaxed his position a fair amount. He did not uderstand what the old man on the ground had said to them but he allowed Loki to do as he pleased, he trusted him more than he should, there was no doubt about that. The question came to him and he frowned in thought, looking around them,

'Not at the moment. We can walk around the town later on.'

He was surprising himself with his amount of reason and just how calm he was, after all they had just magicked their way to Spain. It was incredible, it was warm, it was sunshine and green trees and the citrus scent of oranges lingering in the air around them. It was beautiful and glorious. There were young boys around, too, some his age, all long of limb and supple, tanned skin and dark, bouncing curls. His hands tightened on Loki somewhat as they rode through them, but his mind did wander--perhaps they both might visit a brothel or two while they were here, depending on how long they were to stay.

'Have you been here before, Loki?'

He asked, watching their new lodgings appear in the distance and come towards them. This little road was quieter than the town and Quinn took it as an opportunity to shift closer to the King, hand ghosting between his legs.

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Charcoal || Medieval AU || Tarquin & Loki

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"Spain," he replied with a bright grin, softly scooting the boy’s hand on his inner thigh up a bit more. Seeming as that was a sensitive spot to him, it was probably wise the hand didn’t rest there lest his pants became a little too tight. Didn’t need that.

His horse broke into a trot and gradually the distant sounds of people grew nearer and nearer while the trees grew thinner, sparser. Finally, the tall trees were replaced with stone and wood buildings, the scent of smoke and food, and the ground gave way to something rockier, courser than the dirt in the woods. “Now, where do you suggest we stay for the night?"

[tarquin--blackwood]

He thought he'd heard wrong and he made no move to do anything aside from shifting his hand back to where it was before, fingers pressed into his flesh. The woods were still around them and he pressed his face against the back of the man's neck, nipping lightly.

Food, warmth and chatter reached them and soon the woods disappeared and the city was surrounding them. He squinted against the sun and held onto the other man even tighter, his lips pressed together and eyebrows furrowed.

'Spain?'

He muttered, more to himself than to anything. The food smelled delicious and the air was soft on his skin. He smiled, shifting up on the horse,

'Anywhere nice. Nice and .. private.'

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Charcoal || Medieval AU || Tarquin & Loki

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Loki glanced down at the hand when he felt it touch his thigh, but he decided against swatting it away unless others were near. And aside from the stable boy, who was busy tending to another horse, there was no one near them. “No, it won’t be cold," he said softly in reply as he spurred his stallion on forward into a gallop. “Quite the opposite, actually. It’s a surprise."

Once they were safely in the woods, away from the castle’s prying eyes, he slowed his horse to a walk. “I need you to hold on tightly. Close your eyes. I don’t need you vomiting all over me," he warned, glancing over his shoulder at the boy. Once he was certain they were both ready, he murmured something quietly to his horse and all three of them, plus their belongings, teleported.

It was a quick journey, barely even a second, and they landed in another wooded area, though this one was much different than the one they had come from. In the distance were faint sounds of people. City people, as they moved and spoke and worked. Loki spurred his horse forward again, following the path they were on towards where all the noise was.

[tarquin--blackwood]

He appreciated the man's soft voice, the way he seemed strong and steady on the back of the horse, and Quinn could feel himself drifting off again slightly, a small smile on his face. His arms slipped around the other, wrapping around him as best as they could, and his face was crushed up against his back. It was only when the horse slowed and the other's voice reached him that he stirred from his doze.

Those words confused him but he did as he was told immediately and closed his eyes. The sensation was peculiar, the world seemed to lurch him this way and that, throwing him around, upside down, and yet his grip on the other man never faltered. Almost right away the air was warm and sounds were in the distance. His fingers pressed into the other's flesh, one hand on his inner thigh and the other on his stomach,

'Where are we?'

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I can’t not reblog a lion playing with a football sorry.