sunset-muse

[sunset-muse]

Wandering slowly through one corridor and then another, he found that Faerie provided anything he needed as they wandered closer to the nearest Pixie hive. He called it as such because their wings could buzz when angry, and given what they were about to do, they'd be buzzing. "Nah, the nasty bugs breed like rabbits. And cause incessant trouble if you aren't careful. Unlike the high and mighty fae..." he waved a hand back in the direction they came indicating the Sidhe, the high born. "... The damn pixie have no issue churning out babies." he shrugged, leaning over to go under a twisted root, he paused on the other side to wait for Vaera.

The Pixie hive wasn't a hive per say, it was a town in miniature, small buildings built haphazardly together or on top of one another in an organic manner. The top lay a level area and what could only possibly be described as a 'castle' due to its ornamentation. Shells, glass and gemstones twinkle under Faerie light. Around the thriving town lay a large moat, the Pixie not deterred by the water as they flew zinging overhead into small nooks and crannies in the vaulted ceiling of the cavern. More roots crisscrossed about the space and rhe roof held branches that sprouted a few green leaves and rosy colored buds.

Finn leaned to one side, simply watching them a moment as the small beasts didn't pay any attention to the pair. "We can take some of the ones exiting, they won't be missed. And while I said we could take them, the Pixie matriarch will pitch an all mighty fit if we damage her home." he pointed to a particularly busy little hole in which several came and went. "Watch for the ones with spears. The tips are poison. Not to say the ones without spears won't bite you. But at least it won't be a slow and painful death." only half teasing, he sloshed slowly across the water toward one of the holes, one hand darting out to snatch a pixie, using his fingers quickly he snapped it's neck and tossed it into one of his jars.

"Easy peasy..." he whispered loudly across to her with a lopsided grin.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

The cat followed along, one arm slung around his middle like a proper couple. Internally she didn't shy away or squirm uncomfortably at the closeness. Or how others may receive the couple as they wandered from one street to the next back to the hotel they were staying in temporarily.

Instead she just rolled her eyes, but actually thought over the questions he posed. "It is most definitely because you entertain me. And you do have a nice ass." straight laced as she could be, the only tell that it was at least partially a joke was the quirk to her lips. He wouldn't know how much just being the persistent little jokster he was had pulled her from the shit hole mentally she had inhabited for so long. No, she wouldn't tell him, she'd simply bask in the glow that was the crazy wolf.

"Hmm... Probably not be homeless for once." she hadn't had a proper job in so long that there wasn't a permanent place to live. Even if it was a couch somewhere. She'd like to live as normally as she could despite the obvious. "Depending on if it's anywhere close to what you are hinting at. If not, I'll probably buy junk or food and clothes, supplies are nice." just enough fun things to keep her going until the next job. "Are you sure you won't buy a yacht and sail the world finding your next adventure? I can see you on a yacht." shrugging her free shoulder, leaned into his side just a bit as she looked over to him. The snark, the sass... He definitely needed a yacht.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

His brows wiggled above his dark eyes, he wouldn't think for an instant that Vaera would keep things he gave her hold onto. He may be ruthless in battle, but when it came to down time or the elf he was just a puppy. "Ah, but then I need to make sure they are only the best items. No bags of poop for my sweetie." his grin was lopsided and goofy, stuffing another sandwich in his mouth before taking a long drink of Faerie wine straight from the pitcher.

"We can go first to a pixie den, nothing like pixie blood or wings. Plus they are small and we can pack a lot." he never had much use for the pests, their damn fangs hurt like hell and they swarmed when threatened. Nothing like the mortal worlds rendition. Sure they could wear cute little outfits sometimes and the Queen was elaborate as ever, but they were vicious little devils.

Shifting away from the table of food, he trailed a hand along Vaera's arm before she started wandering the room. He moved to grab up a bag, and a jar from a shelf before placing it helter-skelter inside. Certain that as remote as Faerie was for those that were not of the blood, that pretty much anything from here would provide enough bargaining power to purchase a small continent.

Glancing to her, his nose wrinkled. "While I don't mind being your pet, Gorgeous, I wouldn't be able to kiss you, or do any other naughty thing to you if I were stuck in fur and four legs." Plus, being as such was a punishment for most shifters, at least in Faerie. But he kept his mouth shut on that matter, Vaera hadn't meant anything vile with her playful suggestion.

"Ready?"

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

She couldn't help the small laugh, trying to not imagine poor Vali in the talons of some man. No, the wolf was hers for as long as they would have each other. She tried not to think too hard, Vali made being together easy, which she appreciated as everything else sucked. As the food arrived and the map was safely out away she gave the dagger a little hop in her palm, fingers gripping the blade easily enough as she handed it back over to him. "Well it seems we should keep it safe, huh? So much money just handed over to you, this buyer has some respect for you. Or he doesn't know the better half."

She ate quietly a moment, digging into the tacos and finishing up the beer before she sat back and pushed the last taco to his side of the table. The humidity of the place was frizzing her hair and she tied it up before it got even worse. The tank was loose over her frame, a light jacket over her shoulders in vain attempts to avoid the sun and possibly the bugs. She had never had to wander this far, or at least for not any length of time. Her 'benefactor' would transport her quick enough to near a location before the cat did her job.

Her head lulled back over the chair and she eyeballed the lazily spinning fan overhead. "Shall we find this best inn you speak of? I'll get you a souvenir along the way." rolling forward and easily up to her feet in a fluid motion. "Or maybe we can go straight to the tequila, that'll lower your inhibitions faster, Wolfie." she teased, extending a hand out to him. Not entirely sure how much alcohol a Shapeshifter needed to drink to become truly inebriated. Their metabolism tended to process pretty quick, but then you never know.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

He was somewhat forlorn watching her dress, even as he stood there utterly butt naked. His dark eyes hungrily taking in her form before and after it was sheathed in her dress and then subsequent trousers. She aroused him regardless of what she wore, or didn't, and he cleared his throat and went about picking something to wear off of the floor. Taking a deep sniff of a shirt strewn off to one side before tossing it down again and finding another.

Once he was dressed and the food arrived did he muse about her question. What would he ask for? He would very much so like something he couldn't get in Faerie. But he wasn't entirely familiar with what to ask for. "A tool to fly would be sweet." he voiced his trail of thoughts, he could find creatures here to enslave to him, utterly not understanding what a familiar was or what one could do.

"What else is there? If it is Faerie related I could think of something... But I've not met and haggled with a Hag before." his eyes sparkled excitedly, certain that his beautiful companion would fill him in on all sorts of things they could trade with this person. "Would she have something to allow us to travel freely? I'm assuming Meneldor would ask for far more than this hag. You will have to wear it, as I lose things when I shift. Unless.... Unless it can be enchanted for me??" he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, suddenly too excited to eat the small spread of food that had been delivered.

The Puca started to wander the room, gathering things for their travel, once again not sure when he would return. Adventures hardly had a time frame and when they did something always went wrong. Finally satisfied he ended his wanderings back at the food and took a finger sandwich and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth. "You should eat. It's good, promise.". Nothing like food from home after being away for so long.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

"It's your ass." she retorted quietly, lips pulled again into a half smile, fingers drumming on the bottle before bringing it up to polish it off. "I'll help myself to some food and get the better nights sleep." she flipped the corner of the map as she dragged herself to her feet. Taking her now empty bottle to the counter, she leaned on it as she spoke to Maria. Ordering food and new beers, but she played it up for his benefit. Acting as she were asking over this nephew of hers, and what position the man took, and when she returned and plopped back into her chair offering a new beer across to him. "She says he will be looking forward to tonight. You better pay off this debt, Vali."

Trying to hold onto the charade was tougher than it looked, normally straight laced, when teasing the wolf she tended to go beyond her normal and it cracked her facade with a smirk held in place. "I ordered some food. Can't go on an empty stomach. Then maybe we can check out this one bed. Or get you a souvenir?" maybe they had some tchotchke, some leather band for his belt loop or cheap bangle she can talk him into piercing his ear with.

Leaning back to the table she pried the dagger loose from the wood, twirling it across her palm, before closing her fingers around the grip. "It has heft. And it will act as a key?" she looked from the weapon to him, still an utter newbie when it came to this stuff. Give her a target to kill and she can do it with her eyes closed. But processing elaborate ways to open secret passages she fell short.

"How long have you been doing this again, Val? I'm trying to gage my future prospects in getting us both out of this alive." but before the question was fully asked a plate with several tacos were laid out on the table between them. Utterly uncaring of the map, she tried to hurriedly shift it off to one side before handing it over to him to fold. It's well worn edges would be murdered into new ways to fold if she gave it a try.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

He felt the slight shift, he understood where it came from. While Meneldor had been his savior, he was quite the asshole, and the Puca knew it. But he couldn't help but do as the King asked, not only had he elevated him to where he was today, Finn had helped put Meneldor into the position of King. He wanted him there, and as long as he was there, he and his were safe. His son included.

"A hag, huh? Can we bribe her with something from Faerie? Maybe a captured Pixie?" his eyes widened, but as she tugged at him he laughed and rolled closer still, pulling his legs up to either side of her, pinning her lower half to the nest of bedding. "I like my eyes, I'd be a bad hunter without them both. And it's easier still to give others in our stead." he had no problem tossing others, lesser fae, in order to get what he wanted. Selkie, or parts of the sluagh could be easily taken and not missed.

His eyes shifted across her face, leaning down to press his lips to hers. They needed to get up or this could go on another several days. Their infertility issues being worked on repeatedly, Finn not wanting to say it was more than likely his own fault they didn't already have a giant hoard of children.

Taking a breath, he shifted once more, feet rolling off the side of the bed and he was on his feet in a swift roll of his hips. Padding across to a heavy curtain he moved it away to show the small bathroom beyond, but he pulled a rope beside the opening to call for food and Faerie wine. "Let's eat and then we go wherever you want. This hag... With pixie blood in pocket."

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

She mused quietly, blue eyes on the map to the temple and the dagger plunged through its heart. She had never done such a thing before, money had never really been a issue when you held pack position and then became lap dog to a death God. But the prospect of pretending to be so free was tempting, could they really do as he said? Could they live on some island and not get utterly sick of one another?

"So then we are golden?" more a statement as her gaze lifted from the map to meet his own, fingers curling around the beer bottle. It felt a little too good, when you were used to the worst even such boons as plundering a temple seemed too good. Granted at this point all she was thinking about was the end result. Massive amount of wealth.

She took a long swig of the beer before leaning back, cupping her hands around the sweating bottle. It was humid and she felt it heavy across her shoulders, but this, this she could get used to. Just be careful, she echoed. She'd gotten comfortable before.

"I'll take care of you, Wolf. Don't worry about me." she teased, taking another long sip of her beer. "When is this beat up hunk of junk going to be ready for us? Or are we staying the night?" she looked passed him to where Maria showed back up behind the counter. "I do wonder what your lady friends nephew is going to ask of you in payment." she winked, the lady hadn't told her she had an handsome nephew.... She had told Vali that. And in all honesty the damn wolf was quite handsome.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

He rolled over in her direction, head propped on a fist, eyes roaming over her figure, each slope and dip and beautiful mark that made her Vaera. His broken heart pitter-patter in his chest, remembering the tumbles between the sheets and the heat they shared. But no, no, it had been days, he had to care for his Elf and be sure more than just the carnal needs were satisfied.

"Iowa?" his nose wrinkled, not that he had been, he simply was not the biggest fan of anything from the mortal realm. Prejudices borne from his master, and the arrogance of the Faerie. "I've not been to Hell, but I have delicate skin and I'd hate for it to be ruined." voice all serious as he raised his arms as if to show off the smooth skin, though scars laced across his torso and upper arms. Battle and otherwise his body was an utter mess.

He sighed quietly, his son, the ring of it filled him. Faerie were not very prolific, they lived a long time but children did not come easy. Made all the worse for those not deemed High Fae, which the Puka proudly did not fall into. "He is a man, he will be fine." though he did wish to dote on him, though at this age he doubted he would let him. He wasn't a child, he hadn't grown up in the courts, but if their son was anything like Vaera then he was fine.

"We could always play with fire and ask Meneldor." he could take them to the the mortal realm, but not to her own home. Meneldor could surely travel all of the realms. Finn rolled toward her once more, fingers trailing slowly along her arm.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

Her eyes watched the room casually, flicking over the map laid across the table and then to the young couple sharing chips a few tables down, or the laughing group of older gents that had acquired several bottles strewn across the table. It was nice, in it's own way, Alley appreciated a spot that made you feel like you could blend right into the wood wall behind you. But the thought disappeared when the wolf arrived back, he seemed to like the attention, and she couldn't help but follow suit in giving Marie a little wave and awkward smile before she looked across the table at her companion.

"Should I kill her? I mean, I've staked my claim." her brows quirked up, and while her voice didn't really convey she was teasing, one corner of her lips twisted upward. She still felt some awkward residuals when she was with Vali, but in the same vein she truly had 'staked her claim', when the cat fell it was with both feet. And she liked that flutter she got, a sense of feeling when she was with him. Not that she would gush and tell him that, though she was certain he knew already.

"So, this map, has actual treasure at the end of it? Like, we could buy some island off the coast of South America and live in perpetual summer?" she'd never had a lot of money, but she'd gotten by, until Vali she had been a transient of the assassin variety. She still felt that tug, the 'request' from the one that owned her soul, but she was getting good at ignoring it. No doubt it would come back to haunt her, but for now she'd live how she wanted. "How do we even get there, do you know someone with a plane?"

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

Faerie was home, and Finn stretched to his full height across the mussed sheets and blankets. The scent of Vaera permeated them and his lips curled into a satisfied smile. Pine and earth, and whatever that last thing was that he related to her, it reminded him of home so much, all the more when they remained in his chamber for days. It had been days, right? The party long forgotten, hell it was forgotten as soon as his beautiful Elf tugged him into the first tunnel.

His chambers were not much, but he had earned every nook and cranny, every petal that bloomed over his head, every bough of tree that bent and swayed as if in some unseen breeze. Before his betrayal of the old queen, before Meneldor, he had shared quarters with others like him, shoved into some cell like a dog. Not anymore, this was his by blood.

He shoved up on an elbow, dark eyes surveying the mess and trying to find her. "We should go on vacation, all of Faerie awaits. Or or.... or hear me out. We go to the Feywild and you show me your home?" His eyes glittered with mischief, while home was comfort and safety, he was not long until that itch surfaced, and he was on the roam again. Tugging Vaera along with him like some sugared up toddler.

@lucky-feat

[sunset-muse]

My valiant hero! -his head tilted to one side as he looked her over, shifting toward her where she sat on the counter. For half a heartbeat he he put himself in front of her, free hand dropping to her leg. Hey if he was about to die at least the flirting could be fun.- I'll gladly be the booty call. -taking the last long swig of his beer before pushing it onto the counter. Now free hands raked through his hair and smoothed down his face. The feel of Scars, or the slight tweak of his broken nose only had ever made him feel like a badass. But when faced with certain doom and the pretty girl sat before him, he felt like any Joe smoe. He could fight, but the curse had taken something from him. That fearlessness that came when you exchanged blows. And to be honest he was certain his hesitation would get him killed in the not too distant future.- Until your brother decides its time, tell me... What were you doing working for Joi if this waited for you back home? —Tobe

[sunset-muse]

-he didn't know what danger he was in until it was too late. The creature that had until that moment lounged effortlessly on the stone dais suddenly rose to his feet with the proclamation. It was then that a sudden tremor went up his spine. Fuck! The word echoing through his head and his eyes darted through the crowd trying to find Joi. He might not like the woman, but she was currently the only creature he knew in this god forsaken world.- Joi! -he growled out, voice a strangled roar as he felt a scaled hand circle his bicep and tug him off balance. Dean used the small amount of shift to cock back his fist and slam it into the creatures throat. Well if he was going to die, he was not about to go down without a fight. Shoving his way through a couple of party goers, trying to distance himself from the sudden pocket of commotion the fallen fae created.-—Dean

[sunset-muse]

-she faltered in the last bit of the order and quietly hung up after she was done before chuckling under her breath. Her lip caught in her teeth with an effort to stop herself from the mental image. Mostly some rendition of the Mad Hatter's teaparty with pizza, but it had always been a quick and comfort food growing up. Between whatever family affairs happening between Hawks and Blackwood, there were many. Still, she laughed at the thought and nodded-Don't forget the Leprechaun. The witch is probably the most 'normal' of this group, Mister. -giving his chest a gentle poke, trying not to think too much on what was to come next. Pizza first, then she can worry over what happened next. Was it even right to put Morri back on the throne, did her sister even want it? Her attention shifted over toward her twin- Morri... What happens after? I don't want you stuck there any more than I want Byron there. Maybe we find Aunty Eri... Even if to ask if there is anyone else? —Liv

[sunset-muse]

-his chin dipped in acknowledgment, he understood the assignment better than he was currently giving off. This would mean life or death to many, including the redhead in front of him. He thought little of his own fate should they fail, no, his death would probably be quick, not worth the efforts to keep around. But her, the morbid thought fleeting across his features, he didn't want to think of what would happen to the deposed Queen.- As you wish. -but his thoughts didn't get much beyond that as he wasn't entirely sure where he should rest. With a quiet breath he shifted on the balls of his feet and moved in the opposite direction of the others and took a post by the street side window. Arms folded he looked out over a world he was sorely unfamiliar with. But it didn't much matter, he would be leaving soon enough-—Ezra

[sunset-muse]

-her eyes widened some, a momentary flash of excitement at his words, taking them to heart, she gave him a smile and a nod. Attention shifting to his hand, her thumb tracing over his knuckles before she looked back to the Griffin.- Yes. -the word blurted out before she could second guess herself and she nibbled her lip and couldn't help but laugh a little at herself.- But only for so long as we will be safe together. I don't want to get you into trouble. I don't want to sound dramatic... But death truly follows me at times. -she sucked in a breath, looking back across to him to see just what his reaction would be. But she could clearly remember through every life she had led the face of the reaper and a shudder ran up her spine- Until then, however, I promise to redecorate. Or pretend to as I simply can't find fault in your home. -but she needed to find something useful to do with her time, she couldn't simply be a burden. Something would come to her, her-—Guin

[sunset-muse]

-he stiffened a bit as she sat directly next to him, muscle in his arm flexed as if shielding himself but he tried, he really did, to calm himself. He wasn't used to interactions with actual living beings these days. Though there was 'help' at his home, they were all the dead he had raised and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they were not real- Uh... It usually doesn't take too long. I thinks it's because there is nothing else out here, no more sound, no more traffic... So the fish can come closer to the shore. -leaning over some, though the water gently rolled under the pilings of the pier, the sand bottom was visible. It wasn't too deep, the pier having broken down further along and this was as far as he was willing to go. He tugged gently on his line, watching a fish swim in close and then dart away, he glanced to Abigail and handed the pole over-Just watch them, one will come in close... And when it tugs a little, you tug right back. -he kept his eyes on the water, and his hand hovering close to indicate when if she needed the hint-—Graham