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sparkindarknessOk, the reason why this computer hated these files yesterday and is happy with them to day is?
The machinery's plotting to make me insane. I don't need the extra effort, thank you, I am quite capable of achieving insanity without prompting. Yesterday I was singing Ode to Joy out the window and I don't even know the words - do you think I really need your nudging computer?
Anyways, a Light & Dark PWP that I hope will develop into a character revealer... so it isn't just gratuitous. Not that gratuitous is a bad thing - just it's more efficient for it to be gratuitous and something else, right?
Ilatheril lay back in the tree. The branches gave the illusion of privacy, if not the fact. Both suited the Unseelie. He could ignore the Seelie, and they would ignore him (apparently the Seelie deeply valued privacy. Probably because all their social time was so bloody stilted and formal. It tells you how screwed up they were that every time they talked to each other was so much damn work. Still, if they saw someone who seemed to want to be alone, they generally did actually leave them alone). Being visible had the bonus of disturbing passing Seelie. Always a fun way to pass time.
He leaned idly out of the branches to allow his eyes to lazily follow a group of nixies. they trembled back from the predatory light in the Sidhe’s eyes. Ilatheril grinned and watched the scatter. In one quick movement he sprang further up into the tree to keep them in sight.
“Ow! Who...” he roared as the branch coiled around him and jerked him away into space. He growled and ripped half the branch away in a burst of magically enhanced strength. He fell, but never reached the ground, snatched up by more coiling branches and whipping vines. Again his magic pulsed incredible strength into his limbs. This time he had no chance to break free from his sylvan prison. With an almost fluid jerk and a sharp crack of branches, Ilatheril was flung from the tree. He had a few brief second with which to scream curses at the vengeful foliage before plunging into the cold depths of the lake.
He broke the surface easily, despite pausing to draw his sword; fiery eyes already scanning for enemies before his head broke the surface. The animal, guttural growl of an angry Sidhe echoed strangely through the water, causing even the most aggressive aquatic predator to rethink their meal plans.
Sitharensor sat calmly behind a dense screen of weeping willow fronds. He allowed a small smile to flicker across his face as the Unseelie’s gaze narrowed on him. Ilatheril flowed through the water towards the Seelie, his sheer beauty and aura of powerful, menace making him look like an awesome and terrible sea god bringing vengeance to the land.
Sitharensor was idly playing with the tree’s foliage when the Unseelie reached dry land. He opened his mouth to gift his husband with some gentle barb. The words never had chance to emerge, launching himself from the water, Ilatheril his the Seelie like a living missile. Sitharensor gasped at the force of the impact, but was left stunned by the more solid impact of lips connecting. he tumbled backwards from his perch, barely even feeling the impact with the ground under the influence of Ilatheril’s power charged kiss.
Ilatheril’s lips forced into his, the flesh bruising together; even deeper plunged the Unseelie’s power, hot with emotion. Sitharensor fell before it, hands battling weakly across Ilatheril’s back, too overwhelmed to even properly caress the Unseelie.
Ilatheril was not overwhelmed. He tore their lips apart long enough to crow exultantly to the sky over his conquered opponent. He claimed one last savage, power filled, probing kiss from the gasping Seelie before flipping him over onto his stomach, the other Sidhe too stunned, and too lost in lust, desire and power to protest.
Clothes had long since vanished in the mad, magic charged rush; leaving Sitharensor perfect pearlescent body gilded beautifully by thin golden strands of hair that glittered in the dappled light of the sun through the trees. Ilatheril marvelled briefly at the dance of green and gold through the willow’s screen, watched the light shift across his lover’s back in a captivating kaleidoscope of colours. Brilliant paint against the rich deep glow of the Seelie’s own skin, pure white starlight shining through stained glass.
Sitharensor began to raise himself on his arms. Ilatheril growled, forcing the Seelie’s shoulders back, pushing his face into the rich leaf mould around the tree’s base. Sitharensor tried to raise his face clear of the leaves. Ilatheril lay full length on top of the Seelie, shoving his face back into the leaves; the Unseelie sank his teeth deeply into the back of his husbands neck, felt the firm, rich flesh fill his mouth. He could taste clean sweat, the sweet oils that the Seelie used to anoint his skin and under it all, the intoxicating taste of a Sidhe. A taste of magic, power and life; a taste of the richest meat and the headiest wine. He sank his teeth deeper and felt the skin tear, heard the Seelie’s moan, a moan that couldn’t decide between pleasure and pain; through it all surged the glorious taste of the Seelie’s blood. Just a little, a tiniest drop of the nectar, but it was enough. Pure distilled magic, burning sunlight made into liquid, stronger than any spirit, richer than any wine it trickled down his throat in a flow of pure ecstasy.
Ilatheril reared back, eyes sending Indigo light flowing across the bright collage of the Seelie’s back and dancing in the shadows that hid under the willow’s boughs. Reason had give way to feral instincts and primal needs. Saliva and water that still dripped from his skin served as an impromptu lubricant. He eased himself into the Seelie. Even lost in power and lust he held himself back. He slowly inched his cock into his husband inch by inch. His hands beat at the ground, tore at his lover’s skin out of frustrated need to thrust deeply into the Sidhe beneath him. He held back. Eased in, and his fingers scratched deep runnels down the Seelie’s back as his hips cupped Sitharensor buttocks. Eased out, and his hands beat at the ground so hard he could feel them bruise. Eased back in, so slowly, his hands bled as he unleashed his strength against the ground. Eased back out, and his magic roared wildly from the body from need.
He reached his limit, with a roar of triumph he plunged into the Sidhe beneath him in one great thrust. Sitharensor cried out against the forest floor, animal sounds were torn from the Seelie’s throat to obediently chase the victorious cries of the rutting Unseelie. Thrust after thrust, rhythm gaining strength as the tempo increased. Thrust after thrust, and the slapping of flesh added its staccato counterpoint to their cries. Thrust after thrust as their bodies slid together, sweat flowing freely down their beautiful, shining bodies. Thrust after thrust and the power built and the magic flowed. Thrust after thrust and the skies roared and the earth trembled. Thrust after thrust and their power and voices rose together at the very height of ecstasy.
The rhythm broke. Cracked voices found new strength to bellow their extreme ecstasy to the sky. Bodies pushed to the limit scalded other in burning, sensational orgasm. Ilatheril rose up off the Seelie, screaming incoherent joy to the sky as the orgasm drove him ever higher. Sitharensor tried to dig deeper into the soil, limbs flailing madly as the rush of magic from Ilatheril’s release brought his own body. Brought him so strong that his muscles spasmed and his hair flailed. Together they were held in a glorious tableaux of impossible sensation. Together they orgasmed for a near eternity, the pleasure of one feeding into the joy of another in a magnificent cycle.
Finally Ilatheril’s burning body finally flopped helpless over Sitharensor. They lay together, drenched in sweat, burning hot from exertion, panting desperately for air.
Sitharesnor tried to raise his head, but couldn’t seem to summon the strength to move with the Unseelie’s flesh pressed against him. Finally, he settled for turning his head, looking through a veil of their mixed hair. Thick ebon strands blended with fine glittering gold and laid a shining gauze over his vision. He took one last deep breath before finally being able to speak.
“Why?”
Ilatheril shifted, making their bodies rub together deliciously. He smiled, and the smile alone, through the glittering veil of hair was near enough to call the power and the lust again. “Because there is more than one way to win a battle.”
He grinned wider and kissed the Seelie. The kiss was enough. More than enough.
The machinery's plotting to make me insane. I don't need the extra effort, thank you, I am quite capable of achieving insanity without prompting. Yesterday I was singing Ode to Joy out the window and I don't even know the words - do you think I really need your nudging computer?
Anyways, a Light & Dark PWP that I hope will develop into a character revealer... so it isn't just gratuitous. Not that gratuitous is a bad thing - just it's more efficient for it to be gratuitous and something else, right?
Ilatheril lay back in the tree. The branches gave the illusion of privacy, if not the fact. Both suited the Unseelie. He could ignore the Seelie, and they would ignore him (apparently the Seelie deeply valued privacy. Probably because all their social time was so bloody stilted and formal. It tells you how screwed up they were that every time they talked to each other was so much damn work. Still, if they saw someone who seemed to want to be alone, they generally did actually leave them alone). Being visible had the bonus of disturbing passing Seelie. Always a fun way to pass time.
He leaned idly out of the branches to allow his eyes to lazily follow a group of nixies. they trembled back from the predatory light in the Sidhe’s eyes. Ilatheril grinned and watched the scatter. In one quick movement he sprang further up into the tree to keep them in sight.
“Ow! Who...” he roared as the branch coiled around him and jerked him away into space. He growled and ripped half the branch away in a burst of magically enhanced strength. He fell, but never reached the ground, snatched up by more coiling branches and whipping vines. Again his magic pulsed incredible strength into his limbs. This time he had no chance to break free from his sylvan prison. With an almost fluid jerk and a sharp crack of branches, Ilatheril was flung from the tree. He had a few brief second with which to scream curses at the vengeful foliage before plunging into the cold depths of the lake.
He broke the surface easily, despite pausing to draw his sword; fiery eyes already scanning for enemies before his head broke the surface. The animal, guttural growl of an angry Sidhe echoed strangely through the water, causing even the most aggressive aquatic predator to rethink their meal plans.
Sitharensor sat calmly behind a dense screen of weeping willow fronds. He allowed a small smile to flicker across his face as the Unseelie’s gaze narrowed on him. Ilatheril flowed through the water towards the Seelie, his sheer beauty and aura of powerful, menace making him look like an awesome and terrible sea god bringing vengeance to the land.
Sitharensor was idly playing with the tree’s foliage when the Unseelie reached dry land. He opened his mouth to gift his husband with some gentle barb. The words never had chance to emerge, launching himself from the water, Ilatheril his the Seelie like a living missile. Sitharensor gasped at the force of the impact, but was left stunned by the more solid impact of lips connecting. he tumbled backwards from his perch, barely even feeling the impact with the ground under the influence of Ilatheril’s power charged kiss.
Ilatheril’s lips forced into his, the flesh bruising together; even deeper plunged the Unseelie’s power, hot with emotion. Sitharensor fell before it, hands battling weakly across Ilatheril’s back, too overwhelmed to even properly caress the Unseelie.
Ilatheril was not overwhelmed. He tore their lips apart long enough to crow exultantly to the sky over his conquered opponent. He claimed one last savage, power filled, probing kiss from the gasping Seelie before flipping him over onto his stomach, the other Sidhe too stunned, and too lost in lust, desire and power to protest.
Clothes had long since vanished in the mad, magic charged rush; leaving Sitharensor perfect pearlescent body gilded beautifully by thin golden strands of hair that glittered in the dappled light of the sun through the trees. Ilatheril marvelled briefly at the dance of green and gold through the willow’s screen, watched the light shift across his lover’s back in a captivating kaleidoscope of colours. Brilliant paint against the rich deep glow of the Seelie’s own skin, pure white starlight shining through stained glass.
Sitharensor began to raise himself on his arms. Ilatheril growled, forcing the Seelie’s shoulders back, pushing his face into the rich leaf mould around the tree’s base. Sitharensor tried to raise his face clear of the leaves. Ilatheril lay full length on top of the Seelie, shoving his face back into the leaves; the Unseelie sank his teeth deeply into the back of his husbands neck, felt the firm, rich flesh fill his mouth. He could taste clean sweat, the sweet oils that the Seelie used to anoint his skin and under it all, the intoxicating taste of a Sidhe. A taste of magic, power and life; a taste of the richest meat and the headiest wine. He sank his teeth deeper and felt the skin tear, heard the Seelie’s moan, a moan that couldn’t decide between pleasure and pain; through it all surged the glorious taste of the Seelie’s blood. Just a little, a tiniest drop of the nectar, but it was enough. Pure distilled magic, burning sunlight made into liquid, stronger than any spirit, richer than any wine it trickled down his throat in a flow of pure ecstasy.
Ilatheril reared back, eyes sending Indigo light flowing across the bright collage of the Seelie’s back and dancing in the shadows that hid under the willow’s boughs. Reason had give way to feral instincts and primal needs. Saliva and water that still dripped from his skin served as an impromptu lubricant. He eased himself into the Seelie. Even lost in power and lust he held himself back. He slowly inched his cock into his husband inch by inch. His hands beat at the ground, tore at his lover’s skin out of frustrated need to thrust deeply into the Sidhe beneath him. He held back. Eased in, and his fingers scratched deep runnels down the Seelie’s back as his hips cupped Sitharensor buttocks. Eased out, and his hands beat at the ground so hard he could feel them bruise. Eased back in, so slowly, his hands bled as he unleashed his strength against the ground. Eased back out, and his magic roared wildly from the body from need.
He reached his limit, with a roar of triumph he plunged into the Sidhe beneath him in one great thrust. Sitharensor cried out against the forest floor, animal sounds were torn from the Seelie’s throat to obediently chase the victorious cries of the rutting Unseelie. Thrust after thrust, rhythm gaining strength as the tempo increased. Thrust after thrust, and the slapping of flesh added its staccato counterpoint to their cries. Thrust after thrust as their bodies slid together, sweat flowing freely down their beautiful, shining bodies. Thrust after thrust and the power built and the magic flowed. Thrust after thrust and the skies roared and the earth trembled. Thrust after thrust and their power and voices rose together at the very height of ecstasy.
The rhythm broke. Cracked voices found new strength to bellow their extreme ecstasy to the sky. Bodies pushed to the limit scalded other in burning, sensational orgasm. Ilatheril rose up off the Seelie, screaming incoherent joy to the sky as the orgasm drove him ever higher. Sitharensor tried to dig deeper into the soil, limbs flailing madly as the rush of magic from Ilatheril’s release brought his own body. Brought him so strong that his muscles spasmed and his hair flailed. Together they were held in a glorious tableaux of impossible sensation. Together they orgasmed for a near eternity, the pleasure of one feeding into the joy of another in a magnificent cycle.
Finally Ilatheril’s burning body finally flopped helpless over Sitharensor. They lay together, drenched in sweat, burning hot from exertion, panting desperately for air.
Sitharesnor tried to raise his head, but couldn’t seem to summon the strength to move with the Unseelie’s flesh pressed against him. Finally, he settled for turning his head, looking through a veil of their mixed hair. Thick ebon strands blended with fine glittering gold and laid a shining gauze over his vision. He took one last deep breath before finally being able to speak.
“Why?”
Ilatheril shifted, making their bodies rub together deliciously. He smiled, and the smile alone, through the glittering veil of hair was near enough to call the power and the lust again. “Because there is more than one way to win a battle.”
He grinned wider and kissed the Seelie. The kiss was enough. More than enough.
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Date: 2005-01-11 02:29 pm (UTC)no jokes about the southern california flooding mmm k? thanx.
Wow, this is going to be a good day. lots to read and write. Glad the daemon decided to work. As for Ode to joy, who needs Words!?!Rock on man!.
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Date: 2005-01-11 05:59 pm (UTC)Ode to Joy just rocks, so glad it's one of my national anthems.
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Date: 2005-01-11 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-11 09:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-11 06:17 pm (UTC)All beings value privacy. We all need time alone. Especially the Sidhe, who at times need solitude in which to think and gather our incredible thoughts. Such privacy is given the value ti deserves by us.
Unlike the Unseelie, we respect other's needs and do not require the threat of force to dissuade us from irritating another.
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Date: 2005-01-11 06:21 pm (UTC)Not everthing in the Unseelie court comes down to violence - we're just far more honest about things. When we're pissed with someone we say so, we vent, we express ourselves. If you were Unseelie, Ythirath and your dad would have had it out centuries ago. Had a blazing row, had a scrap, screamed bloody murder - then go have a drink. But noooo, they're pure and good Seelie, so they have to suck it up and SEETHE for a few centuries. Do either of you even know why you hate each other? Doubt it, but you've let it fester so long that a minor niggle has turned into an all our stupid feud.
All for the sake of your oh-so-proper mask.
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Date: 2005-01-11 08:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-11 09:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-11 09:57 pm (UTC)You live by violence Ilatheril. It amuses you. Or do you ahve some convoluted reason why you were menacing les- *cough* other fae? What little 'mask' do you wear to disguise your 'might makes right' mentality?
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:03 pm (UTC)And, you may have missed it, us Sidhe aren't as powerful as we used to be or as powerful as we think we are. Do you want people to test that power? Do you want them to grow unsure about it? Believe me - they won't like it either. You Seelie preach stability - well your stability is BUILT on a foundation of power. If they don't think you're powerful you lose everything - and maybe deserve to.
So that's our mask Sith - a mask we ALL wear. The mask of power - you just play political games to cow your 'lessers' we challenge them and remind them what they face.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:09 pm (UTC)Our people are afraid of us - they cannot help that and nor can we; we are fearsome beings.
But we do not rule by it. It is not our basis. We rule by respect and honour and trust. They trust us to rule well, govern fairly, protect them and do things properly.
This is the Seelie way. We have the power, but they trust us to use it well - and we have a duty to do so.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:15 pm (UTC)Our way is hard - but honest. You profit from the fear and the threat but all nicely pretend to ignore them. You wrap yourself in the pleasant lies - justice, honour, law, duty, responsibility, goodness - you are not brave enough to face the truth.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:19 pm (UTC)What is bravery, Ilatheril? To unflinchingly accept the world as it is, or to battle for something better?
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:21 pm (UTC)You would spend an eternity building your foiundations for a better future. Stifling everything, stopping everything, making time stand still. You would bry us all in these lifeless foundations - and our dreams with it!
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:23 pm (UTC)And it has the benefit of preserving our dreams for all time.
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:24 pm (UTC)My dreams are still growing and will die if caged!
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Date: 2005-01-11 10:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-11 10:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-11 10:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-11 10:38 pm (UTC)(no, people, he's NOT kidding)
'...So some Sidhe are arguing again. I hardly think anyone is surprised by -that-. And each side as deluded as the other, as usual. Maybe in another few lifetimes they'll have hashed out -some- kind of understanding, but I wouldn't hold my breath.'
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Date: 2005-01-12 10:07 am (UTC)They're always arguing. Get some intense personalities together and you get conflict :)
I think they have an understanding - it generally goes along the lines of them arguing but findibng a point to 'agree to disagree'.
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Date: 2005-01-13 01:44 pm (UTC)okay, so the world probably wouldn't survive it, but hey, what a fun way to go.... =D
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Date: 2005-01-13 02:50 pm (UTC)More Seelie-unseelie matches? *shudder* well, it'll be an interesting apocalypse! Sith and Ilatheirl are actually moderates! :)
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Date: 2005-01-13 04:57 pm (UTC)