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element_wizard) wrote2008-07-08 10:41 am
element_wizard) wrote2008-07-08 10:41 am
Meme!
Faux Innocent!Alec (for Suicide)
"I've never done this before," Alec said, utterly lying. Still, he managed to look uncertain at the collar and leash. Eyes wide, he looked up at the tall elf with the long multiply pierced ears. "Is it going to hurt?"
Suicide, the elf in question, smiled at him. He too knew it was a lie, but didn't care. That wasn't the point. "Oh, yes, it will. But it'll also feel good, really good." His hand drifted through Alec's hair.
Alec knew what part to play, it's why Suicide had picked him. He'd sat looking nervous among the other whores in the brothel, looking at the customers as they came in, shy, and head down. He looked utterly new at it, uncertain as how to offer himself. The scars and impression of a collar testified otherwise. But that was an act and Suicide wanted that. Someone who would play innocent but knew what to do.
He tugged Alec up to the rooms where handcuffs, whips and other things awaited, curious as to how things would turn out. Suicide had high hopes. Alec turned out to be very good at fulfilling them.
Arogant!Alec for Mab
[Unknown site tag]
The Jester, the Fool had vanished. In its place a king arose. Not a king of the Fey, of the Summer Court. No, a king of something more. A king of reality. He sat, he perched above her, a silly pose normally, but now it looked like a hawk staring at its prey. And she was the prey. She couldn't move. If she did, he would kill her.
"You knew," he said idly. "Chaos touched me." He smiled, a cruel smile on his handsome features. Not pretty anymore. "That was a lie."
Alec stared up at the sky, a sullen purple with thick silver clouds. "I am chaos. I choose to hide it because people don't understand.
"You know though, I'm tired of playing the Fool. It bores me and Chaos doesn't do very well being bored. I think I shall play the Tower." He cocked his head. "What say you?"
She couldn't say anything, he'd taken her voice and fear kept her moving.
"I'm glad you agree!" he crowed. "I think I shall start with you."
She would have screamed if she could.
"I've never done this before," Alec said, utterly lying. Still, he managed to look uncertain at the collar and leash. Eyes wide, he looked up at the tall elf with the long multiply pierced ears. "Is it going to hurt?"
Suicide, the elf in question, smiled at him. He too knew it was a lie, but didn't care. That wasn't the point. "Oh, yes, it will. But it'll also feel good, really good." His hand drifted through Alec's hair.
Alec knew what part to play, it's why Suicide had picked him. He'd sat looking nervous among the other whores in the brothel, looking at the customers as they came in, shy, and head down. He looked utterly new at it, uncertain as how to offer himself. The scars and impression of a collar testified otherwise. But that was an act and Suicide wanted that. Someone who would play innocent but knew what to do.
He tugged Alec up to the rooms where handcuffs, whips and other things awaited, curious as to how things would turn out. Suicide had high hopes. Alec turned out to be very good at fulfilling them.
Arogant!Alec for Mab
[Unknown site tag]
The Jester, the Fool had vanished. In its place a king arose. Not a king of the Fey, of the Summer Court. No, a king of something more. A king of reality. He sat, he perched above her, a silly pose normally, but now it looked like a hawk staring at its prey. And she was the prey. She couldn't move. If she did, he would kill her.
"You knew," he said idly. "Chaos touched me." He smiled, a cruel smile on his handsome features. Not pretty anymore. "That was a lie."
Alec stared up at the sky, a sullen purple with thick silver clouds. "I am chaos. I choose to hide it because people don't understand.
"You know though, I'm tired of playing the Fool. It bores me and Chaos doesn't do very well being bored. I think I shall play the Tower." He cocked his head. "What say you?"
She couldn't say anything, he'd taken her voice and fear kept her moving.
"I'm glad you agree!" he crowed. "I think I shall start with you."
She would have screamed if she could.