From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
It's true that he is the anchor and she is the wave, constantly seeking to rush and overtake instead of meandering and exploring. Those times have their place, but she often can't resist when he makes her feel like fire ill-contained by human skin. What else can she know but burning?
Any scrapes or bruises from the wall behind her are well-earned badges of their insistence, and nothing that can't be erased with a bit of magic. If anything it only makes the sensation of the moment that much higher. Pain and pleasure, hot and cold, air and water, skin and skin.
Maybe it's the location and the awareness of their publicity, but Evie feels wound tight and far too close for this soon into their entanglement. There is little she can do for him in this position, but she nips and kisses along his neck, stuttered moans and hot breath awash on his damp skin for him to revel in at close range. It's a bit of a configuration to ease her hand between them, helping herself along in a way that makes her legs spasm and clench sporadically around his waist, but all if it is worth it and merely adds layers to the frantic, spontaneous moment they've wrapped around themselves.
Cover your crystal eyes And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
The Sword had never been an individual with a means to rush; not unless the world before him was a battlefield, and there were hordes of enemies and opposing forces to decimate. These moments were none of those things, and there was going to be a day, at some point, where he’d be capable of cultivating her frenzy for more than these zealous and ardent fixtures.
Though he couldn’t help but laugh again, muffled into her shoulder, at the emboldened, frenetic need bestowed between them, shaking his head idly, mouth going to her ear to tug mischievously. Otherwise, he was preoccupied with movements and motions; a ripple of his skin maneuvering beneath her touches and fringes, driving him onward with thrusts that lingered, rather than becoming fraught with desperation. An intensity to his devotion, promises in those convictions and controls; purposeful, meaningful. “After you,” was another figment, a long moan extended across the breadth of her neck.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light we have always been deep, restless souls
Tender moments are precious, and Evie has enjoyed a few lazy days in bed with Deimos that were nothing to sneeze at, but today she can only rejoice in the rush of magic and peace and being alive. Burning as brightly as her hair, backlit by ice and the grey skies of recent snowfall. Before her, Deimos encases her with skin warm to the touch and grasping, teasing teeth that seek out every memorized sensitive spot to help her fall over that edge.
He rarely ever seeks his end first (she is a very lucky woman) and Evie has no qualms with chasing that end as swiftly as she can. With the perfected touch of her own hand and the way his own thrusts never falter, slow, or stutter, it’s as easy as tightening her legs into a nearly bruising clutch as she tumbles into orgasm headfirst. Her forehead falls down onto his shoulder, nails slightly raking down his back as she cries some garbled prayer of his name as she rides each wave, skin hypersensitive and flushing from cheeks to chest.
Cover your crystal eyes And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
Committed to the arches and curves by memory, the persuasion of his motions held her over until they crested, met their peaks, and she shuddered around him with those satisfying nuances and noises. A tightening, stretching nuance from sternum to spine, contorting over his soul in some rapacious, greedy edge; but still not taking his instant until she had hers. He muffled another round of laughter into her ear, a breath against her cheek, before following after in his own release; waves and shocks of pleasure rippling through until he joined her in the distorted reveries.
Not peeling back but very aware of their surroundings, he couldn’t help but chuckle, press his mouth against the rise of her shoulder blade, letting them rest and settle and return to something in the illustrious haze, her body upright and over his, legs still clenched along hips and waist. “Probably not what they had in mind for the task,” and he flickered the water away from them again, as if the whole thing had been momentarily forgotten.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light we have always been deep, restless souls
Even exhausted and drained, Evie wouldn't miss a moment of Deimos' own pleasure, blunt nails easing and turning into long, slow strokes of her palms up and down his back. There's little need to rush anywhere right now as they both come down from the intensity of the moment. Evie reclines her head back against the stone and fits one hand to the curve of his neck, brushing damp hair that had fallen astray back over his ear.
Only to snort a laugh when the first thing out of his mouth is a reminder of their half-forgotten commands. Luckily she still has access to the water with her legs - a bit more magic is deposited through her skin, equally healing up the few scratches and mars on her skin from their revelry. "Maybe they can take a message back to the other Frey, they'd appreciate it." And though neither of them follows that version of the herald, Evie can't help but laugh at the irony of it all, tilting her head forward to nestle her face into his collarbone to catch her breath. It might have involved a bit of a detour, but their mission is accomplished.
- Fin <33
Cover your crystal eyes And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
