the Uncommon Muse meme

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The {Uncommon Muse} Meme

YOU CAN POST HERE IF:   Your character is from a small fandom You haven't seen many other muses from your fandom on dreamwidth/bakerstreet Your character has a small part in a large fandom or isn't seen being roleplayed much. (for example: Buffy Summers is considered a major character in a major fandom, but Harmony, Jenny Calendar or Glory would be okay)

 

YOU CAN REPLY HERE IF:   You see a muse you'd be interested in playing with! Anyone is able to reply unless the thread starter specifically mentions that they want to play with other uncommon muses. (for example: Tony Stark may not start a thread, but may reply to one started by Jenny Calendar)

GENERAL PROMPTS 01. Hurt/Comfort 02. Reunited 03. Action/Fighting 04. Confessing Secrets 05. New Job/School/Etc 06. Jealousy 07. Final Moments 08. Slow Dance 09. Letters/Texting 10. Holidays 11. Facing Fears 12. Road Trip 13. Harsh Weather 14. Wildcard ROMANTIC PROMPTS 01. Flirting/Seduction 02. Waking Up Together 03. Getting Married 04. Public Sex 05. Bondage 06. Dirty Talk 07. Rough/Aggressive 08. Toys 09. Making Up/Saying Sorry 10. Dubcon 11. Non-penetrative 12. Roleplay 13. First Time 14. Wildcard

 

 

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[healslikeabitch]

She nodded, acquiescing the point. "Perhaps. There are times when I prefer the company of animals to humans, be they Blood or no." Animals had no hidden agendas, no secrets, no politics, ugh. Her brow quirked again at his query; she tossed her head lightly.

"Of course I have. Uraeus and I feel thus all the time." Indeed, there were days when she didn't even bother with saddle or bridle; simply guided the big horse by voice and hands alone. An amazing connection, indeed; but there was a certain...violence that was absent in her experiences. For the better, she decided, looking at him a touch intently.

"Daemon," she said then, a bit tartly, "I do have a name, you know. And amazingly, it's not even difficult to pronounce. Might you use it instead of that 'Lady' you tack onto your comments?" She snorted, huffily. "Sometimes it sounds as if you're calling a puppy, I swear."

[consort_sadist]

His smile was gentle, but not dangerously so. His expression was almost tender as he thought back to those moments when he could have sworn that there was a psychic link between himself and Black Prince. "It's not something I frequently indulge." It wasn't safe to indulge that very often.

As for her request, he simply shrugged. "I call you by your title, as is befitting the Lady wearing the controlling ring." Okay, if she were using it, he'd be calling her 'bitch' rather than Lady, but that wasn't the point.

"If the show fits, I suppose," he said dryly.

[healslikeabitch]

To see such an expression on Daemon's face was--heartening, Ellessa decided. Perhaps her mother's wisdom would prove true yet again. Elle knew the Queen had the uncanniest way of looking within to see what not even the most skilled Black Widow could not. A knack, Daveth called it.

Nevertheless. "It doesn't," she drolled flatly. "Would you rather me call you slave, then? Say my name, Daemon. Say 'Ellessa'. I daresay you won't even bite your tongue, either."

[consort_sadist]

He laughed, a warm, velvety sound. It was a laugh that he'd practiced and cultivated until the tendrils of seduction weaved themselves through the sound without conscious thought anymore.

"As you wish," he paused so that he could raise his yellow gaze to her own, a smile curving his lips in a way that was just this side of predatory. "Ellessa."

[healslikeabitch]

Oh, the Queen had warned her youngest daughter about this particular prince. Queen Aelan knew well why Dorothea favored him above all in her stable, and that was partly why Aelan had chosen Ellessa to keep him, instead of her eldest daughter, Elonwyn. Elonwyn, while a Priestess wearing Green, was not quite staunch enough to handle such an escort. Ellessa, however, had been stubborn since birth, and even during childhood had displayed such willpower to daunt even her most acerbic teachers, her siblings, even her father and uncle at times.

Proven now by the lowering of her eyebrows, lips tightening just so and blue eyes darkening to rival the storm clouds just behind her. She didn't need to issue a verbal reprimand; the bastard knew. He knew. Regardless, she acquiesced his compliance with a short nod. "Thank you. If you please, endeavor to use it from now on."

[consort_sadist]

Well, that was almost no fun at all. Fine, then; they could play this game, and he'd let her have this dance. He had no desire to bed her, but when a mature woman didn't fall for the illusory sounds and psychic spells, well, he almost took it personally. It made it a game, and a vicious one indeed.

"And if I don't please, what am I to do then?"

It was a fair question, damn it.

[healslikeabitch]

Ellessa Zallenda was hardly some simpering milkmaid, innocent and shy. Hence her chin lifted a notch and she gazed down at her still-seated escort with a cool gaze, then replied, "I should hope you capable of such a courtesy, Daemon. Since I have endeavored to show you the same. However," she continued, opting not to beat about the bush, "if you insist on behaving akin to a brutish demon, then such is how I will treat you. The choice, as they say, is entirely yours."

She wasn't of a mind to drive him to submission as a cruel trainer might a stubborn horse, nor did she seek any sort of pleasure in his pain. She'd been brought up far better than such bestial behavior; such was a blight upon her family's honor. However, Aelan had hinted that the court from which her escort had come had been the exact opposite, and thus it stood to reason that he knew very little of such things.

Well, he wasn't too old to learn, now was he?

[consort_sadist]

With a snort, Daemon rose to his full height, arms outstretched so that he could rest his hands on her shoulders. "Now, now, Miss Ellessa, there's no reason to get crude about it." He didn't even blink, though a lazy smile did break across his face. "I don't think the demon-dead would appreciate being compared to a man like me."

With that said, he threw his cigarette over the balcony before turning to walk back inside to wash his hands -- thoroughly and repeatedly. It wasn't personal; he just had a serious thing against physical contact with the distaff gender. Their psychic scents rose the hairs on the back of his neck badly enough, and touching them made it very difficult to keep his temper leashed.

[healslikeabitch]

It wasn't entirely her fault that at his approach, she instinctively stiffened and flung up enough mental shields to stonewall an entire horde of dragons. If she was going to handle him--and Ellessa was determined to do so, and quite successfully--then she could show no trepidation in his presence. So she didn't bother to retort to his commentary either, letting him return inside without reprimand. After turning back to the stormy landscape for a few long, thoughtful minutes, Elle too retired back into the House.

Dinner was a family affair; Elonwyn, her husband Hathevar, Aelan's son Daveth, Aelan's brother Bjorn, Ellessa and her Escort, all sat down with Aelan and Richter, as was the custom several nights a week. Conversation was light, full of humor and good cheer, and with the excellent offerings from the House kitchen, no one left hungry or out of sorts. Tonight, Cook had prepared his deadly confection of chocolate mousse, whipped cream, candied pecans and truffle sauce, one of Ellessa's absolute favorites.

After supper, as the family began to slowly move from the dining hall to the library and study, Elle turned to Daemon, saying, "If you'd rather not suffer through my father and uncle's takes of the 'good old days', Daemon, you're more than welcome to take your leave for the night. But if you'd like to join us for a bit before bedtime, you're perfectly welcome to do so, as well."

That said, she gave him a cordial nod and a sincere smile before turning around and sashaying off after the rest of her relatives towards the large library, leaving him to decide on his own.

[consort_sadist]

He turned to face her with a full belly and a tired smile. "I could stand a glass of brandy or two before bed, if a slave is permitted such indulgences. If not, I'll take my leave." But oh, he was nearly satisfied in most ways.

Enough that he groaned his way out of his chair, pushed his chair in, and used Craft to assist in the clearing of the dishes. Vanish them here, call them back into the kitchen. Easy as breathing.

Maybe just one glass of brandy before bed. Tomorrow, he'd speak with the Ladies of the house, starting with Ellessa, about bringing Lucivar here.

[healslikeabitch]

The family settled themselves in the library; men on one side and women on the other, at least at the outset. Brandy and tonics were passed around for those desiring and one of the side windows opened for those who smoked. Bjorn and Hathevar both did and took up immediate station near the stormy opening. Guardsmen both, each was burly and broad, Bjorn possessing the Zallenda coloring--dark hair and light eyes--while Hathevar's Nordic visage stood out amid his darker companions.

It didn't take long for Ellessa to become bored with the chatter between her mother and sister. She seldom contributed much to the conversations anyway, and meandered across the room to duck under her father's arm, smiling up at him. He gave her a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead, saying, "About done for the night, love?"

Elle nodded. "Almost. I think I might pick out a new volume and read for a while." She rolled her eyes in her mother's direction. "I can only tolerate so much gossipy drivel."

Richter laughed, squeezing her again. "Now, now. Judge them not harshly, pet. Some ladies simply have the urge to cluck like chickens every now and again."

Spending a few more minutes with her father, Ellessa left him to peruse the shelves, running a fingertip down the titles as she read them sideways. Her circuit brought her around to Daemon's chair and she paused, lightly placing a hand on the chair's arm.

"Any recommendations? A rousing adventure tale would be preferable."

[consort_sadist]

Brandy in one hand, cigarette in the other, Daemon joined the larger men with his own feline grace, making small conversation periodically, but not determined to maintain it.

When Elle joined her father, Daemon fell silent, closing his eyes while his glass was refilled. It made it easier to listen to her voice while she spoke to her father, although he was somewhat surprised when he felt her approach him deliberately.

"Anything written by Faelen Morailissen is worth a read," he hummed. "Although, if you have plans to sleep this evening, perhaps you ought to stray away from that. It's difficult to put down." The voice of experience, that.

[healslikeabitch]

"Hm...Faelen Morailissen...Morailissen. That'd be...over there, I think." She followed along the wall a bit more, still looking at the titles along the tightly packed shelves. "Ah, there we are."

Alas that what she'd spied was over her head and out of reach, but a small surge of magic fixed the problem and several tomes floated down from the top shelf to her hands. Placing all but one on a side table, Ellessa flipped through the book, reading the first few lines of the first chapter.

"I think...this might do nicely, Daemon. Thank you." Gifting him a smile, she gathered up the rest, bid her goodnights to her family and, after informing her Escort he was free to retire when he wished, swept up the stairs to her quarters.