#fablesborn

                                hard,    iron-like    gaze    finds    the    fae    almost    immediately,    titania    hopes    the    other    fae    isn't    trying    to    be    sneaky,    her    attempt    would've    been    so    pathetic;    it    would've    been    laughable.        but,    then    again,    the    seelie    aren't    smart    enough    to    even    try    to    sneak,    so    used    to    be    able    to    flounder    and    flutter    around    auradon,    without    looking    behind    themselves    at    least    once.        they're    not    used    to    being    in    danger.        there's    a    quiet,    cold,    steel    envy    as    green    as    her    eyes    rising    in    her    chest,    she    lets    it    fester.        the    words    stir    a    laugh    in    her    chest    to    replace    the    ugly    feeling,            (        nothing    wrong    with    anger,    jealousy,    however,    was    dangerous.        )            titania    lets    a    small    bit    of    it    fall    out    of    her    mouth,    sounding    almost    like    bells    despite    her    own    nature,    maybe    she's    offering    a    small    bit    of    something    that    might    be    familiar    to    the    other    fae.        it's    not    like    titania    will    put    in    any    amount    of    effort    to    appear    amused    when    she's    not,    always    enjoyed    making    people    feel    a    little    awkward,    a    little    uncomfortable.        so    as    she    laughs,    it's    genuine.            ❛                oh,    how    right    you    are,    seelie.        personally,    i'd    love    to    see    it    happen.        they    deserve    it    after    everything.            ❜

‘ do you have the latest list of suggestions from children coming from the isle ? ’ ben asks normally without looking up from his paperwork, as if he hadn’t decided to change his outfit’s usual colouring ( grey suit & red tie ) and knew that evie would feel the need to comment. ‘ i apologise, i forget whether or not you would have it or if uma would. ’

( @fablesborn​ ) asked :  "Wha-What happened? Are you hurt??"  — Sognare & Phobos

Phobos blinked in confusion at Sognare's words, her countenance almost startling him out of the daze he'd been in. It's a little jarring, but just a slight motion is enough to feel the slick between his fingers and the heaviness of his clothes. A soft dripping sound seems to be following and his eyes are alight with the realisation he's left a trail. He honestly doesn't even remember walking al the way back home.

Yet her he is, the dark entrance beckoning him even as his sweet little dream stands in the opening, so clearly worried yet too fearful to truly step outside and meet him. Ah, she must think all this is his.

His eyes are shining with internal light as he raises a brow at her, a hand raising, slowly, ever so slowly, until soaked digits brush his lips. He isn't steady, and it leaves a trail of red over his jaw even as his tongue peeks out between parted lips, and he sucks on his fingers to clean them off a little.

The taste of copper hits his tongue and almost immediately all he can see is the clearing in the forest, the wasteland nobody really dared cross, where the poor fool had thought he could scare Phobos, the son of fear himself! The idiot had learned the error of his ways as his ribcage had given way to Phobos' forceful handling, cracking open like an egg and positively gushing for him. That was why his shirt is soaked through. He almost moaned at the memory alone.

He must make quite the sight, drenched in blood and looking almost euphoric from it all. No wonder he'd gotten back without being accosted so much as once. One only had to follow the trail back to its source, and the Isle would realise it had one less inhabitant, one less mouth to feed. The children ought to be grateful, if nothing else.

A shadow seemed to fall over them, and the haze in Phobos' eyes focussed abruptly on the threat, the one thing he considered more powerful than himself.

"Again, Phobos?"

The young man relaxed as he registered the amusement in the man's voice, and he inclined his head in deference. "He had it coming, father. Won't be doing it again." Ah, poor Sognare must be scared, he sounds relaxed and ever so proud of himself, after all. Pitch may not be able to touch anyone under normal circumstances, but Phobos most certainly can. It's only rare that the body is one of his own making, rather than one predetermined by his father.

That dark laugh echoed again in the space between them. "Go get cleaned up. You've earned it."

With that approval singing in his veins, Phobos finally approached the rest of the way, briefly taking the time to trap Sognare bodily against the wall and kiss her soundly, knowing full well his clothes would leave blood stains on her own.

He's gone as quickly as he appeared, vanishing towards the baths with only a trail of blood droplets to mark his passage. The blood felt good on his skin, but he knew he had to wash up, lest he stained whatever salvageable furniture they had left.

He can hear the soft click of heeled shoes against the stone floor even as he drops his blood soaked clothing in a bucket filled with water. Even naked it looks as though the blood is coating him, like a particularly skin tight garment. He doesn't need to turn to know who's there.

( @fablesborn​ ) asked : [ dress ] your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.  —  Sognare & Phobos

Honestly, for all that peoples' sex lives were pretty active on the Isle in general, they really didn't have much in the ways of appealing clothing. Hell, the most appealing clothing Sognare owned had been what she'd arrived in. But Phobos hadn't given up hope in dressing up his pretty little dream in something cute and sexy despite their limitations.

He'd ended up commissioning someone and giving them her measurements in order to have something made. The result was black and lacy and Phobos absolutely couldn't wait to see how she looked in it.

Indeed, that evening when they were both home from a rough day on the streets and everyone had eaten, he'd led her to his room instead of her own and given her the small wrapped package of brown paper and twine before pushing her behind a screen and telling her to change.

Upon opening, the package would reveal a lace black bra with a sheer fabric that draped down the edges to brush against her waist. The panties were lace as well. The ensemble was pretty soft, and probably not very sturdy, but she wouldn't be wearing it long anyway.

Once she finally stepped out from behind the makeshift screen, his breath hitched. Oh, the effort had been more than worth it to see the flowery patterns draped over her skin, accentuating her features. The black looked especially lovely against her fine waist.

"Beautiful." He murmured, beckoning her closer to his spot on the bed until she was straddling him and well aware of the reaction she'd caused, and the tented state of his trousers. "Black looks stunning on you, amore." Slow, methodical fingers began making their way under the sheer fabric and up her form, brushing over her waist and reaching up to free her breasts so that they were no longer obscured.

The bra and fabric found its way onto a nearby chair as his hands moved back down to massage her ass through the lace, enjoying her every reaction thoroughly.

( @fablesborn​ ) asked : [ lazy ] your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.  —  Evie & Jordan

Jordan and Evie weren't exactly close in any sense of the word. Jordan was still upset at her for the way she felt about magic, although part of her understood it. Still, Evie apparently hadn't liked to see her so grouchy about it, and had invited her over for some tea and a chat.

Honesty, Jordan could accept that they had differing views on magic, but she still wanted —no, desperately needed— the support of others born with magic in order to even so much as attempt to change the active policies on magic in Auradon. Beast had been willing to budge on the Isle issue, Ben and Mal had even gotten it torn down entirely, so why couldn't they have this, too?

Honestly, part of her feared that many more of those who grew up on the Isle would feel exactly as Evie did. Mal had taken a while, but even she had submitted her spell book to the museum! It just wasn't fair! The injustice of it all made her want to rage and fume and shout! And it made her want to hole up in the lamp her father had fashioned for her as a little home away from home and just never come out, because it clearly wasn't worth it to ever hope for freedom.

So deep in her mulish fuming was she, that she didn't notice when Evie tired of her attitude in a friendly manner and approached to sit next to her. Words went ignored as well. However, the moment she felt a touch upon her thigh, near bordering the edge of her skirt, she started back to awareness.

Her eyes darted around until they found Evie, who was seated suddenly so close to her they might as well be touching, and whose hand was rubbing gentle circles onto her thigh until she could feel herself reluctantly calming down. She even ended up uncrossing her legs, flustered and pouting slightly at having been caught so off guard by Evie's sneaky little trick.

When she felt the hand suddenly move up, against her skirt and under it, she tensed and grasped hold of Evie's wrist just before her fingers could reach their goal, her breath short and her eyes wide. Surely this wasn't happening?

( @fablesborn​ ) asked : [ wrists ] your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.  —  Etzel & Jay

"Whoa feisty." Jay chuckled as Etzel made a grab at him, allowing the younger prince to pin him down even though he was quite capable of getting away if he really wanted to. Ever since the boy had been sent to the Isle, the two of them have been pretty close, Jay teaching the formerly lost and scared boy how to handle life on the Isle. He'd taken well to it.

Clearly, otherwise he wouldn't be pulling stunts like this. But then Jay had been nurturing his confidence and encouraging him, hadn't he? Here, every VK had better have a strong ego or an overinflated sense of self, because their parents had a tendency to rip them down whenever it suited them, and if you weren't strong enough to resist, well… It wasn't very pretty.

Auradon, however, seemed to teach the children a lack of confidence that to Jay seriously bordered on criminal. Beating down on yourself and being humble are two way different things, although being 'humble' isn't really anything any of those born here have any experience with.

@fablesborn​​​ gets a starter!

𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝚃𝚁𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷. maybe a little too hard, actually. so, after a few seconds, mal just lets out a little chuckle before she glances over. ❛ why did you scream like that? ❜ there’s still a touch of laughter laced through her voice, playfulness also sprinkled in with it.