Angst Fluff ‘N Stuff

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

“I’m sure I’ll become more accustomed the more time I spend as a married male… I do appreciate your consideration, though,” he assured with a soft smile, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

Pheobe’s sweet little noises hung in the air with the incense and cigar smoke. The firm press of Sevika’s hips against hers was starting to do her in. The way the strap was pushing deep into her, the grinding, it was making her eyes flutter back.

Her eyes flitted to face Sevika, her cheeks somehow flush despite being cold blooded. The glossy sheen of her skin nearly looked like glitter. The strands of hair that had gotten stuck to her brow. The woman was glowing.

She smiled to herself as she took in the sight of Phoebe, and then leaned to press kisses across her chest and shoulders. Her lips only gave pause when gentle hands cupped her face, tugging her gaze up to meet those sexy blissed out eyes the Vastaya was sporting, “Mmmmnnn…” she purred as she leaned forward and claimed her lips. Her tongue was gentle yet firm as it pressed between her lips and greedily sought out her forked tongue for a deep kiss. For the briefest moment, Sevika pondered over what that tongue of hers would feel like between her legs. The way each side would move against her, grinding with need and in desperate search for what made the chem baron’s right hand melt. She’d never say such thoughts aloud, though. Too much pride.

Ever since her training session with the Aether earlier that day, Azalea started to notice this… buzzing sensation deep within her gut. It wasn’t irritating or annoying, it was just… this slight hum. But it doesn’t seem like anyone else could hear it. Just her, thankfully.

She also found herself feeling hungry well before dinner time. Which was odd considering she normally had a much lighter appetite. She had shared some tea with Braum earlier today, and found herself back in the kitchen looking for more tea. She smiled and waved at the staff who were already there working on dinner, “Could I put a kettle on? I don’t want to disrupt your work.”

“Of course, dear,” one of the chefs filled up a kettle with water and placed it on a burner. Then she turned and picked up a small basket. She lifted the linen that was overtop to reveal some biscuits, “Here, snack on this while you wait.”

Azalea’s brows lifted at the kind gesture, “O-Oh! Sure, thank you…” she took one of the biscuits, but only barely nibbled at it. She had been wanting tea to curb her appetite, but didn’t want to be rude by refusing.

A little while later, she had a cup of tea in hand along with the biscuit. She thanked the staff before heading out to the main hallway. She had just decided to go relax in the library when she felt a voice caress her mind.

You should eat, your body needs it…

Her steps didn’t falter but her lips did purse a little at the Aether’s little nudge, … I’m fine. I have this biscuit, and it won’t be long until dinner.

It was a blessing in his mind that she said yes. He didn’t have any doubt, he just felt his delivery was… clumsy.

Her nose crinkled with a smile when he whispered back that he loved her. She cupped the sides of his face in her hands and leaned in for another kiss with an easy-going sigh, "Mmmmhhhhhh..." Her hands shifted from his cheeks to his pointed ears as she leaned into the kiss just a little more, her thumbs rubbing against the elongated shell for a moment. And then her hands shifted to rest atop his shoulders as she finally pulled out of the kiss.

He still had plans to help her reach her home. That wasn’t going to change. He knew she had family there… and dangers. The feeling of knowing despite being so far from familiar land she’d still wish to be with him was moving. She had adapted to everything that happened to her with such a resilience. He couldn’t be prouder of her.

Unable to help herself, a hand reached out to lightly rest at his side as he settled himself into bed beside her. Her brow quirked slightly as he leaned in close, and she happily sighed at the feel of his lips against her skin, “Hmmmm…” her hand shifted up his side to one of his broad shoulders as she lingered in his touch for a moment.

The way Braum gently man handled her never failed to make her heart squeeze. She loved being cradled close, loved how safe he made her feel. She turned into him as he positioned her head in the crook of his arm and kissed at his bicep. Her wandering hand shifted back down to his side where she loosely wrapped her arm around his waist, “Mmmm… Good night… I love you…” she murmured, her eyes growing heavy the cozier they got.

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

He turned, finally realizing who had spoken to him. “Oh- oh it’s you! Peter right?” Zephyr could feel something tugging at him in the back of his mind. There was familiarity in the man’s smile, his eyes. Maybe it was déjà vu from the ceremonies that afternoon.

Right- you’re a prince. Say something. What though? Just pick something-

“How are you feeling?” He asked

How are you feeling!? Really!?

His smile brightened when the prince recognized him, “Yes, Peter,” he nodded in confirmation. He started to answer Zephyr initial question, only to be stopped just short of speaking as the prince added onto his words. He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck hearing that the captain had been bragging about him.

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

As the villagers began to make their way back to the town square for festivities, the palace staff got to work preparing the palace mead hall to celebrate the new recruits to the guard.

Zephyr was in his room in the brief window of time. Changing into something still formal, but comfortable enough for a dinner event. Nursing some mead to help his nerves. The Odeene gentleman was something his mind kept flitting back to. The familiarity in the man’s eyes. Had they met before? Or did he just happen to catch the prince the few times he observed training? Or… gods did his magic flare up? Did the knight sense something?

While mages were welcome in his homeland, the kingdom was one of few that either held a neutral stance on them, or were sanctuary kingdoms. Not everyone shared the same sentiment however. Many perceived that the only thing such gifts can be used for is power, control. A wicked weapon.

The kingdom already knew that Zephyr was the queens adopted son. But if they learned he was a mage too there was no real telling how the people would respond. A mage as king? People might come for his head.

The mead hall was glimmering, the way the dusk light filled the space with colors as warm and vibrant as the food. Smoked and glazed meats, paired with fresh breads and cheeses, seasonal vegetables and fruit. All adorned with pale flowers.

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

The little boy was winded when he finally reached his best friend. When the distance was closed he tenderly tugged her along to go play. “There’s a new baby foal at the stables. Come on you gotta see! She’s really pretty!”

*

As Zephyr grew into an adolescent he became a little quieter of a soul. Keeping himself more withdrawn outside of his education. A few years back he discovered something within him that he wanted to keep there.

When he was anxious and went for a walk he caught the silver adornments of the palace halls.. rattling. It showed up in other ways too. Launching a fork clean across the table getting repulsed from a weird texture on his plate. It appeared whenever he felt discomfort metal behaved in odd ways. Influenced by his emotions.

He was forever thankful of his mother’s grace. However teachings of how to manage that odd gift was blending into those he already had.

*

Normally these military ceremonies were things Zephyr would daydream through. To avoid being so aware of the pollen making his eyes itch or how bright the sun was. However, this year was different. His mother made him aware that this year they would be selecting their personal protector. The one to inherit the role of captain of the guard.

The current captain sang very high praises about one in particular. He had caught glimpses of training on the grounds, but he didn’t linger long enough to be caught doing it.

He had been prompted that he would be the one placing the medal on the newly promoted knight. So he did his best to remain alert. The captain almost seemed to shoot him a glance, silently telling him “this is the man”. Stepping up toe to toe with the man his eyes lifted up. The sun was blocked by his silhouette, forming a halo around dark curls. In the shade he could see soft blue eyes resting on him.

Right- focus

The prince himself was dressed in a regal suit. Adorned in his kingdoms colors for the season. A cream white waistcoat complimented with a robins egg blue underside that matched his trousers. A fabric sash was wrapped around his waist as a belt. All the edges of each piece were decorated with embroidered birds and honeysuckle.

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

Pheobe’s sweet little noises hung in the air with the incense and cigar smoke. The firm press of Sevika’s hips against hers was starting to do her in. The way the strap was pushing deep into her, the grinding, it was making her eyes flutter back.

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

“Gods… gods you feel so good-,” her sentence got cut off with a moan. Her body soaking up the warmth of her breath on her skin. When Sevika’s strap pressed deepest into her it was enough to make her thighs shudder.

She chuckled proudly when Phoebe’s voice hitched into a moan. Her lips released her nipple and instead shifted to kiss their way up her neck, “Mmmm… oh yeah? It feels good?” She softly asked, though she wasn’t actually expecting her to answer.

Magic still seeped deep in the soil of the land, much to the dismay of the humans who had raised a thriving town on top of it. Despite how much those who presently lived there tried to suffocate it, keeping the outer edge of the forest next to it lined with an array of traps to hunt animals and fae alike. They couldn’t ignore it, not when it was branded on some people’s very skin.

The land use to belong to that of a small community, who cared for the land and those who roamed it with respect. They would find themselves blessed with markings, ones that belonged to the most powerful of them. Gods that roamed the glen that surrounded them. As time passed their lineage migrated, their prayers died, and the few who moved in treated the creatures that laid beyond the woods as pests. The few that remained with marks were labeled heretics, phantoms of an old cult, or in Zephine’s case, witches.

If it weren’t for her knowledge of medicine, she would have been burned like one years ago. Her mark was that of the deity that even most from the village’s roots feared. Her own parents passed away before she took on the role as the village healer in her adulthood. They had different marks, her father of the autumn, her mother that of day. She inherited the wisdom they had of the fae folk. Not to hunt or kill no, but to maintain balance. To avoid their wrath and mischief.

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

On the warning though the hand moved away, both arms stretching over her head. Dark waves of hair sifted through her claws as they gripped the sheets above her. Pheobe was giving her a full view, eyes locked on her while a slow but strong pace began.

The way her laughter cut off as Sevika started to move had a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. And then her arms lifted above her head, giving her a nice little view as her curves shifted. She could tell the Vastaya was trying to taunt her a bit, but the baron’s right hand appeared more or less unfazed.

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

“I’m sure I’ll become more accustomed the more time I spend as a married male… I do appreciate your consideration, though,” he assured with a soft smile, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Ever since her training session with the Aether earlier that day, Azalea started to notice this… buzzing sensation deep within her gut. It wasn’t irritating or annoying, it was just… this slight hum. But it doesn’t seem like anyone else could hear it. Just her, thankfully.

She also found herself feeling hungry well before dinner time. Which was odd considering she normally had a much lighter appetite. She had shared some tea with Braum earlier today, and found herself back in the kitchen looking for more tea. She smiled and waved at the staff who were already there working on dinner, “Could I put a kettle on? I don’t want to disrupt your work.”

“Of course, dear,” one of the chefs filled up a kettle with water and placed it on a burner. Then she turned and picked up a small basket. She lifted the linen that was overtop to reveal some biscuits, “Here, snack on this while you wait.”

Azalea’s brows lifted at the kind gesture, “O-Oh! Sure, thank you…” she took one of the biscuits, but only barely nibbled at it. She had been wanting tea to curb her appetite, but didn’t want to be rude by refusing.

A little while later, she had a cup of tea in hand along with the biscuit. She thanked the staff before heading out to the main hallway. She had just decided to go relax in the library when she felt a voice caress her mind.

You should eat, your body needs it…

Her steps didn’t falter but her lips did purse a little at the Aether’s little nudge, … I’m fine. I have this biscuit, and it won’t be long until dinner.

It was a blessing in his mind that she said yes. He didn’t have any doubt, he just felt his delivery was… clumsy.

Her nose crinkled with a smile when he whispered back that he loved her. She cupped the sides of his face in her hands and leaned in for another kiss with an easy-going sigh, "Mmmmhhhhhh..." Her hands shifted from his cheeks to his pointed ears as she leaned into the kiss just a little more, her thumbs rubbing against the elongated shell for a moment. And then her hands shifted to rest atop his shoulders as she finally pulled out of the kiss.

Magic still seeped deep in the soil of the land, much to the dismay of the humans who had raised a thriving town on top of it. Despite how much those who presently lived there tried to suffocate it, keeping the outer edge of the forest next to it lined with an array of traps to hunt animals and fae alike. They couldn’t ignore it, not when it was branded on some people’s very skin.

The land use to belong to that of a small community, who cared for the land and those who roamed it with respect. They would find themselves blessed with markings, ones that belonged to the most powerful of them. Gods that roamed the glen that surrounded them. As time passed their lineage migrated, their prayers died, and the few who moved in treated the creatures that laid beyond the woods as pests. The few that remained with marks were labeled heretics, phantoms of an old cult, or in Zephine’s case, witches.

If it weren’t for her knowledge of medicine, she would have been burned like one years ago. Her mark was that of the deity that even most from the village’s roots feared. Her own parents passed away before she took on the role as the village healer in her adulthood. They had different marks, her father of the autumn, her mother that of day. She inherited the wisdom they had of the fae folk. Not to hunt or kill no, but to maintain balance. To avoid their wrath and mischief.

His voice almost echoed in her ears, making her whole body stir. All the way out to the edges of her magic. Her heart knocked loudly against her chest. Aching, urging.

The thumb of the hand he had been kissing brushed along his cheek. There was some slight hesitation, like she was trying to piece together how to turn her desires into action. She felt clumsy, having never tried or considered such things before.

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

Being higher up The Lanes’ food chain it made sense. She had to keep an unreadable, but intimidating. Still, Pheobe was getting plenty of clues, and it was a bit of a treat for her too. Seeing an exclusive side to her only the other Vyx knew.

Her legs twitched at the teasing, chest rising as she took in a breath. Bracing. It was a stretch, getting her claws twitch against the bedsheets. This was the kind of tension she was banking on from Sevika. A playful challenge between the two of them.

“Mmmm-heheheheh…” Sevika purred and softly chuckled hearing Phoebe swear in response to her size, “You’re not regretting your choice are you?” She teasingly asked.

She decided to keep still for a moment to give her a chance to catch her breath. Her hand caressed along Phoebe’s scaly outer thigh as a means to soothe, to comfort. Those silvery eyes of hers slowly slinked down her form, halting at the point where they were connected.

Gods…

With her silicone cock buried deep inside the Vastay’s pretty little pussy, Sevika couldn’t help but gnaw on her bottom lip as she took in the tantalizing sight, “I’m going to move now.” she warned before her hips shifted backwards.