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@faeotheisles.bsky.social
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𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑒-𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘- Scottish Fae MVRP FantasyRP MS 25+ GMT #AtomicBomb
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faeotheisles.bsky.social
"𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡."

Scottish Fae with a liking for blood

🐺 Fantasy OC
🐺 MVRP
🐺25+
🐺 Banter, SL's, etc

📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
faeotheisles.bsky.social
Loud squeals

Some growling

The sound of tearing fabric

BANGING
faeotheisles.bsky.social
This was getting a little too domestic.

"We've not tried out the bed for anything but sleeping yet. How can we be sure it's sturdy enough?"
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"I'll be wanting a travel companion to the sea in exchange."

They were headed that way, and things weren't as safe in this world as they could be elsewhere.

Besides, it might irk him having a travel companion.
angywitcherguy.bsky.social
He'll kill a legion of demons.

Nothing is too good for Roach.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
A horse blanket?

That’s worth more than just stabbing an insomnia demon.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"Still. The food you have eaten for most of your life is different to the food I have eaten. And even now, I would still prefer fresh bread and perpetual stew to a burger, or whatever else the people of the city eat."

Things on sticks or in paper wraps, mostly.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
“Six seven….”

“As the annoying, not quite adult humans say.”
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"Although if I mind back, noodles are just flour and egg. Or water."

That was pasta.

"Mibbe what I need is a few books. Or to have you cook."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"You know, I'm no allergic to iron. It's weird how everyone thinks that I am."

She laughed, taking her vegetables to the water pump for washing.

"You'll have to teach me to make the foods you like to eat, all I know is tavern fare. Stews. Which just means put things in a pot and simmer it." -
cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social
He wore little, just a pair of faded blue jeans and barefoot. Just being close to him seemed to raise the temperature a dozen or so degrees Celsius.

"Manual labor? It calms me. In a way."

He smirked, seeing her look at him and the fruits of his labor. He almost felt an inch of pride. Almost.

~
faeotheisles.bsky.social
She appeared from the small garden, her apron being used as a basket to hold a small harvest.

"This sort of work suits you, ye' ken. I would never have thought it."

Admiring the pile of wood he'd split, and the way the work had primed his body, she nodded.

"I need a wok."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
She appeared from the small garden, her apron being used as a basket to hold a small harvest.

"This sort of work suits you, ye' ken. I would never have thought it."

Admiring the pile of wood he'd split, and the way the work had primed his body, she nodded.

"I need a wok."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
Now that is something she can help with.

She’d picked up many skills over the years.

“It’s starting to feel cosy in here, almost domestic.” She teased. “Just for the winter, aye?”
cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social
When she comes back to the cabin, he's made it pleasant as best he can for her. He's working on carving furniture, and he's got stools, brought more furs. It has rooms, but no doors save the front.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
She’s been wallowing in the hot springs all day. But that’s the price of last nights joy with @cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social

And she doesn’t regret a single second of it.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
She’s been wallowing in the hot springs all day. But that’s the price of last nights joy with @cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social

And she doesn’t regret a single second of it.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"You better not be greedy, now."
vampirenotspider.bsky.social
"They do, really. I love it when they think they can stop you from feeding on them."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"I think that would be a worthy celebration, don't you?"

He didn't have to explain himself. She wanted to indulge him. She wanted to kiss him in the moonlight and share in the excitement he felt.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
The dagger was slipped away to the space beside her bow, within reach when she needed it. And also stored safely so it wouldn't injure him accidentally.

The redhead stepped closer, both arms wrapping around him.

"Then I will wash you, and tonight we will run and hunt under Luna on four paws." -
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"Women are fine in their own way. I lean more towards beings with the power to raze worlds to the ground."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"Well now, a gift such as this deserves something in exchange. You'll have to bide yer time for a bit while I think on it."

She finally lifted her gaze back up to meet his.

"You need a bath, and I have a want to soap you up."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
For a moment her gaze moved to the blade, contemplating if it could end her, too.

There was a time not too long ago where she might have put a test to that thought with an immediate thrust. But things had changed, hadn't they?

She had plans now.

"I see." -
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"Aye, his cock is fine, too. But mostly it's the blades."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"But they do taste good."
vampirenotspider.bsky.social
"Yes. It's been five hundred years since I no longer belong to the human species, but… I still remember how annoying and persnickety they are."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
“You used to be one, didn’t you?”
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"I love it when a man gives me a blade that can end him."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
Skilled fingers flicked the dagger in a way to make the blade soar upwards before she caught the hilt. Part teasing, part flirting, and just a little bit of showing off.

"It looks a fine edge to slice through stems, but you have something else in mind, don't ye?"
faeotheisles.bsky.social
“You used to be one, didn’t you?”
vampirenotspider.bsky.social
"And they are most annoying about it. About everything, really."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
"Humans, you mean. Humans have weird tastes."
faeotheisles.bsky.social
Then she took his hand in hers and brought it to her lips, gently kissing his palm.

“And if I were to thrust this into your heart, dear one? Would it end you, or just drive you mad with pain?”

Not that she would…

Though she might.
faeotheisles.bsky.social
The knife should need cleaning after what it had been through, yet the gore seemed to slip off it with no trouble at all. Like it didn’t want any part of him to remain now that it had been pryed away.

Ailsa watched his hand as much as the dagger. Waiting for it to heal. -