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Björn & Lirr

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Private Morning Stars in Your Eyes

#1


Iracebeth Traegur


i ran, ran, ran before the storm

Word of the pegasus Lirr's party had spread through the Valley like wildfire. From the mouths of every denizen speculations and invitations ran rampant and there was little Iracebeth could do to ignore the offers thrown her way; especially now, consort to the king and all. Those rumors hadn't taken long either, at least within Berg-Risi. While the remainder of Tryggr, and ever more so the Valley, didn't eye her with a knowing, mischievous glint in their eyes every time she walked past, the weight of the hold's vision were heavy on her whenever she strolled through the lonely mountain. It had been one of those days where it seemed no matter where she walked someone had a comment. "Will you and the sovereign be making your grand debut tonight, Kongens Jente?" Iracebeth snapped her golden eyes to the guard - a personal sentry of Andante's that patrolled the royal quarters closely but one who liked to tease others with his words. Iracebeth blamed him for the title. Kongens Jente. King's Girl. His lips were the first she'd heard it and she felt a damned fool not understanding the native tongue. Luckily, their lord commander was kind enough - or not entirely disinterested - in translating.

She heard it everywhere now. Every time she took a gilded hoof step out of Andante's resting place - no, their resting place - she felt it floating on the wind, lifted from whispering gossipers and planted in her harks like sour seeds. Frequently she scurried away, quicker than she was proud. Other times, when she left with Andante in the mornings it wasn't as bad. Hell, sometimes it ceased entirely as long as she had the Tryggr King, her Tryggr King, at her side. But, alone? It was like she was stripped naked and vulnerable. It out a sour taste in her mouth whenever she had to leave, and while that damned guard smirked at her and she tried hard not to turn her brilliant, sparkling gaze to stone she took a deep inhale. "Don't call me that." It was all she could think to say because she didn't have an answer. So, head low, she continued upwards towards the plateau where they slept, her lustrous golden hooves striking the stone harder than she intended. Andante was already 'home', so to speak. It was early for him and she pensively wondered if the constant barrage of invitations had weighed on him. She didn't bid him a greeting beyond a half smile - still genuine, still happy to see him lounged with Naveed on his furred bed - but still acrid flavors burned on her tongue from the nosy guard.

The sound of her petite hooves against the rock shattered along the rising mountain behind her, echoing faintly before the winds killed the reverberations. With tossing silver hair she strode to the edge of the plateau and squinted into the dusk sky. Purples, magentas, even some peach slathered themselves together in a mess of colors as the first bit of twilight began to fell. It was a pretty view, with the equally purple and navy mountains (that she could see through the gathering autumnal mist moving in), and the fiery Valley beyond. Her eyes roved the territories, naming them absently to further commit their foreign names to memory, all the while aware of Andante's equally early presence. The gunmetal hide along her spine prickled and a lump formed in the base of her throat. Kongens Jente. King's Girl. It made her feel dirty, despite... She couldn't finish the thought. Heat rose along her cheeks as she forced herself to physically turn her head and examine another part of Slidr. The warmth gathered along her back, and she wondered if Andante was watching, wondered what he was thinking, but didn't have the nerve to turn around.

Kongens Jente. A snort, short and clipped, burst from her twin nostrils. She didn't know why it bothered her so much. Her di-colored tail flicked, still short despite the length that age had added to her forelock. Every bit of silvery tress had remained short save that, not entirely unlike her dam. Iracebeth shifted, mind whirling on the still new and startling topic. Age. Grown. They'd grown. Her lips pulled in a taut line. Was that why the name came to be? There was obvious affection between herself and the sovereign, it wasn't something she was great at hiding herself... and they both were of age now. She finally found the resolve to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. "Did you plan on going to Lirr's party?" she finally bleated, startled by her own voice as the rest of her skin crawled and prickled. King's Girl.... with no basis besides shared glances, lingering touches. Another flick of her tail as she half turned, hinds pivoting away with a wide stance as she cast her visage and vision over her shoulder to look at him. To the King, her King. And she was his girl.



TAGGED: Andante
WC: 831
MUSE: 5/5
OOC: whoops my hand slipped


coding © soupi
illustration © araxel & the-day-of-shadow @ dA


powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Iracebeth]

#2
I KNOW THERE'S BEEN STIGMA 'ROUND ME,
I KNOW YOU HEARD THINGS ABOUT ME ―
Wolf grey limbs lay tucked neatly beneath him as he lounged upon his fur bedding. The thick pleage warming him from the brief moments of autumnal winds whisking its way through tryggr's mighty mountains. Crimson eyes hid behind dark lids in silent mediation. A look of calm rested upon his face accompanied by a steady sigh that fluttered from ebony nares. Good...again. Naveed mentally mumbled whilst instructing the aristocratic king through a primal lesson. As Andante took another deep inhale Naveed's eldritch harks pulled forward at the slightest of ground disturbance. Although there was no need to warn the king for he was already aware to the minor stomping.

Garnet eyes fluttered open to witness the gunmetal mare enter his private quarters, no, their quarters. The heavy footfalls accompanied by a minor half smile were enough for him to know something was off. Serpent like pupils followed the gilded femme, tracking her every move and taking note. His lips pressed together into a thin line, allowing a thoughtful expression to cross his features. It had been a hard year for the both of them. While he tried desperately to keep their situation under wraps there was no way of dosing the fires of a gossiping kingdom once a hint of something got out.

The sovereign's gaze cut to his familiar where the towering hell hound complied with a single nod. Standing to his massive paws Naveed wandered forward toward the path that would bring him down the scope of the mountain and near the pesky guards. With the brute gone Andante turned his full attention towards Iracebeth just in time to heart the curt and clipped snort blast forth from her di colored nares. Yes, she was definitely upset. Rocking back once and then rolling forward he pulled himself into a standing position, lengthy leonine tail swishing behind him as he took casual steps forward.

No, he won't miss my face and I'm sure he will have plenty of individuals there to entertain. That he knew for a fact. He managed to hear through the grapevine that the pegasus had amassed quite the crowd to attend his little party. If he held reason to believe that there might have been valuable information to be gained then perhaps he would have considered. Cloven hooves slowed their approach until the blood haired king stood at Iracebeth's side. Besides, I'd rather stay here and spend all the time in the world with you. Andante whispered, leaning in to caress the length of her visage with his velveteen muzzle.

Who needs a party when we can have fun right here? Forget about that, and forget about them. He continued, jerking his head in the direction of the toxicity of tryggr's gossiping group. Touching his nose to her own, a charming smirk bloomed upon his lips allowing a bit of fang to shimmer underneath. It's just you and I tonight.
000 words. tagged. Iracebeth
Tag: @[Andante]

#3


Iracebeth Traegur


i ran, ran, ran before the storm

Her golden eyes only strayed from Andante as he continued his cursory approach to spy at Naveed’s back. It was the very hellhound that had helped Andante unearth her dam and her from the rubble, and near-to identical in appearance to whatever creature it was that lurked beneath the sovereign’s skin. Tepidly she wondered what the beast of a dog would do, or say, as it skulked down towards the guards and public. It took wordless commands from Andante much like she and Rook, but there was little to be feared in a small crow.

White lashes fluttered away her gathering musings as Andante commented about his presence hardly being missed at the gathering. Despite the closeness in which he came to stand beside her Iracebeth didn’t shy away. The new found closeness had become a comfortable one. Gone where the days where her skin pimpled and pricked both uncomfortably and comfortably when he lingered close, but rather found itself prepared – if not inviting – when needed. She watched as he turned his gaze from her and out to the bruised, dusk sky and autumnal forests and found herself following his carmine gaze.

It was a beautiful night for an event, she’d give Lirr that. But this Konge’s Jente found herself relieved by Andante’s response. She didn’t want to crawl back through the people, feel their stares on her back or hear their whispers. Attempting to hide the sigh, she let it slip slowly through her duo-hued nares as the tension coiled along her spine relaxed. The release of pressure was visible as her back slouched and a hip eventually cocked in their silent regard of their home. Just as she felt another flood gate building to release a second sigh, her harks flicked over to the hushed words of her king.

There was no hesitation, or conscious effort, to the smile that twisted her faintly skeletal marked lips (the most obvious homage to her father, if she had known any better), as her treasure trove vision tossed itself his way. The delicate turn was greeted with a softer caress, and the curl of her smile intensified as a flare of heat rose into her ears. She lingered into the touch, letting the warmth of it burn away the cold distance she’d held before, let it turn her frustration into ashes. Pressing into the nuzzle the sigh finally burst through her nostrils, contented and redeemed from her prior mood.

He continued, words of inspiration on his lips as he gestured towards the path where Naveed had disappeared. She imagined the hell hounds fires, imagined how the warmth of him had already singed away her grievances. Once she let her eyes stray from him, through the windows that his plentiful horns created, and towards the only exits from their private plateau. Forget about them, her mind repeated. The hind that had cocked to relax straightened again, her body fidgeting to stand square and erect again as if being examined. “I’ll try,” Iracebeth conceded, her smile having faltered at the reminder, but still too strong to extinguish entirely. She hardly had the time to look back at him before he pressed his muzzle to hers.

Chime-like giggles filled the quiet Autumn winds, that inner heat burning brighter again. Her lids slit in mock glares, her lips turning mischievously. “Such a shameless flirt, you are,” she commented, tossing a quick assessing look from his hooves to horns. Quickly she pivoted away, swinging her silvery banner at his nose, as she let her full attention remain precisely here in this moment – forgetting them all. “But don’t take that the wrong way now,” she grinned, expression damn near impish. “I like it.”




TAGGED: Andante
WC: 616
MUSE: 5/5
OOC: !!!! flirting !!!!


coding © soupi
illustration © araxel & the-day-of-shadow @ dA


powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!
Tag: @[Iracebeth]