#lionsfang

Can we talk about the way they shafted Tirion though? That poor man didn't deserve that.

     Can we talk about how Highlord Tirion Fordring, the Ashbringer, the Lord of the Silver Hand, the Lovable Old Man Hermit Crab Paladin, was brutally tortured a la Bolvar Fordragon and died in agony?

Lingering guilt grew heavy in her stomach, but she did not want to take back standing her ground. With him, he grew outrageously dramatic with his little play names, and gestures that, probably were meant in good light, were always hitting a nerve. Knowing how Loke and the others were treated by other Summoners, and what her mother taught her, being a Summoner in general weighed on her thoughts. Key collecting was off putting, especially buying them in stores -- as if purchasing a life. Though, Loke's came across in such a special way, and she is forever grateful for the help she gave him, but his disrespectful antics on himself were not what she fought for.

" I know you are trying to be flattering, and thinking maybe that's what I want to hear, but it isn't -- " Oh, yeah, seems her scolding was overshadowing his initial question at hand. One that she knew he'd most likely perk himself up with. She couldn't lie, this dramatic lion was sure easy to miss, but Gods did he make it hard to answer with such a toothy grin like that. He knew how to pull the heart strings in his favor, sometimes.

" Don't smile at me like that... " She gave in, " Yes, I did -- "

Oh she loathed these words. He knew this, and still decided to tap every wrong button on the wrong day. There would be excitement to see him, maybe even a jump or two if he didn't cake on such hideous words for a greeting. Maybe learning the hard way on how she wanted to be treated, as a person not an owner, would knock some sense into him.

Snatching her hand back out of his grasp would be the first move made. Narrowing her brow would be second, and finally a very firm aggravated growl would vibrate her throat.

" How many times do I have to tell you? You don't serve me, I'm your friend not your owner, or master. And, I refuse to be talked to like that! " This was the first time she got rationally mad, raising her voice a little more just to dignify how serious this was to her, " Also, it's Lucy, not Princess, okay? It makes me super uncomfortable when you treat me this way because I would never treat you or the others like my pets or play things. So, don't treat me like one. "

A little harsh, at the end, but she was already have the worst day. This was just the icing on top. But, inside, she was so happy to see him. Though, she won't tolerate such nasty acts from him. Thus a sigh escaped, releasing the pent up anger she finally unleashed.

" I'm serious, Loke. I know I came off a little... mean, but you're more then just some key to be purchased. Have some respect for yourself. You owe me that much, at least. "

" Different... Good? Or Different bad? " Should he even try to have a conversation with this -- other him -- or would it be wise to be more defensive? Nevertheless, he had questions of his own on the matter at hand, " Well, if you're not Gemini, then what year are you from? Cause you see me as different -- I see you as a different path perhaps? "

Oh but he couldn't help it.

" Either way, I look pretty good. "

@lionsfang​  [ prompted ] : NOT ACCEPTING i’ll fight ‘em off while you run.

Battles commenced. Eyes wide. Red scattered along the yellow gains of the ground, the trees, the bushes -- her hands. Hands that were meant for healing. Fingers that were gentle to caress now stained with blood that was not her own. And it plucked an off chord from the strings of her heart. Which snapped. A reality check. One she had warning of, and some took notice. As a priest, she was needed to heal - to stay in the background and seems maybe she took a wrong step. That’s when his orange hair came to view. Those fangs bare, out for the kill. His punches were brutal. They left blood of others to spew onto her face and dripping from his knuckles. 

When he spoke of retreat, she dared not move. World decided to move slowly around her, blonde tresses would toss and turn as she witnessed the bodies drop from left and right around her. Horrifying. 

Body shook from the endless anxiety coaxing through her veins. Brown eyes wide with fear, reflecting his own as he spoke. No - she wasn’t so innocent anymore, how could she say any different? When this was now her present, future. The remaining strength she bore, legs would stand even with refusal. Professor left her in charge to keep this battalion safe, along with their leader - Loke. Her duty was clear.  ❛  No. . .  ❜

Hands pressed firmly to his chest, illuminating a bright light surrounding her palms. Magic poured out his suffering, his pain, the turmoil conflicting his strength. That once painting breath of his now a mere gasp of fresh breath. Without him, she too would fall in this battle. What good would that do? What would people think of her, how pointless she was? She refused to believe so. 

Then you will die.  The enemy won’t think twice before killing you Lucy— and that is why before you set foot on the battlefield, you need to accept that you will need to kill in order to live.

Headrush. Red cheeks, and soft lips. Never faltering to be suffocated by the love her lion would bring upon her. Breathless. Moves subtle, and intimate as a soft voice would utter his name. It was dipped in honey, not for bait, but for the sweetness it brought. Days became months, and months became a full trip for the sun. Her sun. A daily reminder of whom brought her warmth, comfort, and even guidance. Hands would reach for him, desperately. They clung to the expensive fabric of his suit, to roots of his hair, and softness of his cheeks. Her eyes searching him, even knowing his unchanging form -- unaging. No words came after he kissed her -- so sweetly so lovingly, too brief. Very quick. Unsatisfying.

How dare he. How DARE he !! Nothing about their situation lasted long enough. His visits would come fare and few in between. Only a handful of times would she summon him for comfort. And so suddenly would he be gone from her touch. He couldn’t make it up to her, not even with that coy smile playing on his lips. No matter how much it set fire to her cheeks, spreading down to her shoulders, it didn’t extinguish the flame of irritation. There may be hearts popping within her eyes when she looked at him, maybe even slight pour to make her lips look tasty -- but, forgive him? She mustn’t. She couldn’t. Oh, but she wanted to, if it would get her another lip lock out of him. To whisper sweet nothings and to forget all her tension. All a treat for him, right? No, it needs to be for her. All for her. This time, she wanted to be selfish.

❛  You dummy. . .   ❜   Hands would reach up, taking off his tinted glasses from his view and placing them gently within his suit collar. She yearned to see his eyes. Those of wild nature, untamed and lightly glowing. Another breath caught from her own undoing.   ❛  I’ve missed you more. . .  ❜  Palms cupped his cheeks, tenderly. Her heart had won the battle to delay her frustration. Giving him the white flag of surrender as her lips reconnected to his own. Soft intakes were an exposed weakness for Loke, she knew. Little by little, her kisses grew from a soft structure to one of more tender -- loving -- desperate. He knew nothing of the time she spent alone, waiting. Some nights longing to see him, and others were wasting trying to ignore the want. Silly. Even pathetic; oh she knew. 

     A proud lion. One of bold stature and true grace as he glided through the room was a big smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes. The bouquet in hand was clearly noticeable, and that alone was enough to make Lucy’s cheek blossom in red. It was clear to see whom they were for as he approached her on his knees before her being. Lucy sat at the bar of the guild, just enjoying the company of others before he came to shine before her. Body turned, sitting with legs crossed and flushed features as flowers were presented. There were stares and little “awe’s” softly expressed around them. With words so smooth, it was hard for Lucy to keep a rational mind. She, thought never admitting it, was a hopeless romantic herself – and being praised in bold ways did sweep her off her feet. Yet, she knew of his background, but she knew of their own connection and how much it meant to him. At least, she hoped it meant something to him. A little part of her was doubtful, but she chose to ignore it, given the day.

Lucy’s smile was small and genuine. It was nice to be appreciated, especially by your spirits. Loke always went out of his way to show her his own appreciation, in many ways then platonic. She wasn’t ready to cross that line with him – or maybe ever considering the odds stacking against them. It was no wonder he went through girls so easily and frequently. Yet, it was bittersweet to be flaunted with gifts, and it showed in her smile after it crossed her mind.

          “Ah, Loke —“

Legs uncrossed, standing in front of him as she took the flowers from his grip and into her gentle arms, not wanting to smash them. Eyes admired the colorful variety, a soft gaze as she did so, using her other hand to stroke the petals in awe. It wasn’t the first time she was given such a beautiful array of flowers from an attractive man. There had been suitors in her past that went out of their way to dazzle her interests, and she gave no attention to them — not like this moment. It made her beam a little, and unknowingly flustered as others eyes were pressed on her next move — as well as a mighty lions’.

She took her hand to cup his chin, bending down to do so, as lips gave his forehead a long lasting kiss. Her lips were gentle and seemed to give a good impression on him, little bits of pink from her lips lingered on top his forehead.