ship: ew / nonono / maybe /
ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
Creepy predatory mindcontroll freaks, yes, I dig it. Sic is one of my favorites (shhh dont tell them), so this could reach OTP status. <3
You grin right back at him. You know you’re good. You’re also addicting. It’s rare that you flex those particular skills, for two reasons. One, the victims tend to follow you home. Two, it leaves you mentally exhausted. It doesn’t show, you don’t think, but it really is a drain on your faculties.
"I’m guessing you lost your grip on your little toy, shame on you, good way to get yourself killed."
You bring a finger to your lips as if contemplating something important.
"…and that would be a shame."
ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp /
MY HEART/ EXPLOSIONS
Elixza is my BABY, you have no idea how much I love this, and the honeymoon phase, and then the black heart phase….sigh. Love.
holy superfluous straps, batman
ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
sad transparent shark ;w;
I’m not sad though!!!! just this shark is!!!
"Hmm…" this Indigo was interesting (not to mention easy on the eyes). His words earned a quirked brow and a smirk. Okay so now you were being given permission to use your psionics? Well, if the highblood really wanted to see them then who were you to deny such a request. "Very well~," a little shift and moving to a comfortable position that wouldn’t agitate that damned leg wound, you turn your head and easily lock eyes with him.
This would actually prove to be an interesting little experiment. Not that you expected your psionics to affect him in any way but it would be interesting anyway.
The remark makes you smirk, turning your attention to the indigo. “Considering what I usually do, ‘a bit’ was enough,” you’d only managed to play with their little quadmate with half the amount of attention you gave to your normal playthings. Still, the blueblood had been a tasty little morsel and more than enough fun for you until he managed to break out of your control.
"Oh, I got more than I wanted~" you respond, voice a purr to indicate exactly what it was you manipulated the little quadmate for. A tasty morsel indeed, that blueblood knew his way around a bulge. So sad that he’d managed to break free from your grip. Once the stab wound is cleaned a bit and bandaged, you promptly yank your pants back on.
You are more than a little dissapointed when the pants are yanked back into place. You aren’t one to ignore a free show after all. Your ears twich at the new tone in his voice when he speaks of his exploits. Just as you expected, a sexual predator. You approve.
Sitting back and crossing your legs you regard the tealblood with renewed interest. A like minded soul it seems. You consider showing hima bit of what you can do with your voodoos, but you hold off. For now.
"Show me yours, I’ll show you mine."
You purr, melting into her sweet kisses and her soothing voice. If she was going to talk like that, you were pretty sure you could handle anything she wanted to do with you. You wiggle your ears, your golden ankhs jingling softly at the tips.
"Please do." you murmur softly,rolling your neck to the side while she nibbled at it. "You have my attention now." you purr "Tell me what you need."
What more could you need? You have a gorgeous man, naked, in your bed. You continue kissing him as you inch backward, eventually breaking the kiss to peel back the blanket.
"Right now all I need is you."
The blanket is gone, and you have your first unfettered look at his body.
He leaves to the nutritionblock and comes back with an ice pack and bandages. One surprise after another today, huh? You catch them easily enough and plop the ice pack onto your head, promptly yanking your shirt off to get to the wound in your arm. It isn’t as deep as first thought so there was that blessing, a quick ripping of bandages and you have the injury wrapped and protected from the world. That would work til you could afford to pay more attention to it. Seeing as there’s a wound on your thigh, it’s not a surprise that your pants are removed soon after the shirt is pulled back on.
Modesty was not something you had a lot of. Doing what you do, stripping in front of strange Trolls is hardly an issue to you. One pointed ear twitches as you listen to the indigo. Alright, he gave his name, that was good. No way in hell were you risking psionics. This one was not to be trifled with and you didn’t feel like dying.
"Daeici Saveao," is the answer given while you tend to the stab wound in your leg.
"They were pissed cause I manipulated their little Quadmate a bit."
Your face remains neutral as he all but strips to bandage himself. One raised eyebrow the only indication his half naked body has caught your attention at all. Not bad. Not bad at all. His answer surprises you. Clearly he is a piionic, in what way did he manipulate them? Genuinely curious now, you lean forward, forearms resting on your thighs.
"Manipulated their quadmate a bit? No one gets their ass beat for a bit.”
Manipulation you understand. You use your voodoos to get what you want, when you want, when other means prove unsatisfactory. Manipultate, control, force. It’s all the same to you.
You offer a knowing half smile.
"Three trolls coming for you over their quadmate. Did you at least get what you wanted out it?"
I need a nap. I hate the time change. I grew up in AZ, no fucking daylight saving shit there.
Strike one: after catching a better look at him, he’s indigo. Your own irritation shifts into overdrive, how fucking gross. At least he has the decency to not run around in fucking facepaint and—ugh.
Strike two: he makes a jab at your height.
You scowl at him, your visible eye flaring a brighter shade of tyrian. Even after all these weeks, you haven’t quite gotten the hang of the implant yet and it’s always glowing with your emotions. It’s annoying.
"Like fuck it was. Bitches shouldn’t be fuckin’ flyin’ out of the goddamn alley without lookin’ both ways first, /mo-ther-fucker/." You enunciate the word nice and slow. A great word. One of your very favourites.
Aggravated, your hand snaps up for the bottle. Not the robotic one, either—if you can’t trust your stupid eye not to flash when you’re riled up, you certainly have no faith that your replacement arm isn’t going to shatter the glass. You catch it and jerk it away from him, using it to gesture to the side.
"Now. Why don’t you step the fuck off, cupcake, and get on your motherfuckin’ way. Ain’t got no time for fuckin’ clown bullshit."
He scowls and you just grin all the wider, flashing pearly white vicious looking canines. It was always the little ones that yapped the loudest, kinda like barkbeasts. This one was a snippy little poodle if ever you saw one, a half robotic mutated angry poodle. Yeah. Something like that.
"The fuck you say, bitch ass. Goin’ ‘bout my business when you come hustling like you have shit to do, barreling into my fine ass, very nearly gettin’ yo’self wrecked in the process," you smile indulgently down at him,"It’s a good thing this /motherfucker/ is so goddamn magnanimous."
It’s always fun when you find someone to aggravate. You really need to get out more often. Your busy schedule of sleeping and not working keeps you pretty ocupied.
"Keep calling me cupcake motherfucker and imma think you want a taste of the frosting you little freak."