Vincenzodives​:

lainxsolus​:

“I’ll be good I promise,” Lain responded obediently, cock practically throbbing at even the tiniest praise sung in her velvety smooth voice. It felt like his brain was short-circuiting when her fingers wrapped around his neck, breath stilling in his lungs as he anticipated Robin’s grip to tighten.  But her touch remains consistent, leaving him wanting much more. “Who says the forest needs to be deserted? I don’t give a fuck who watches,” He boasted, although he would probably change his mind if he knew any members of the pack were observing the act. Who he decided to sleep with was never any of their business. He fully pressed his body up against her’s, giving her hip a squeeze as he hooked her leg around his waist so she could really feel the effect she was having on him.  Lain grinded up against her, pants clinging to his hardness, he let out a shaky breath as his gaze met her’s.  Oh, the things he planned to do to her once they got out of here. 

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“That is what I like to hear, good boy,” Robin says, a bright grin on her lips as a sense of thrill fills her at the easy response. She wants to push and see how much he is affected by praise, wants to see what he will do if she squeezes down on his throat like he seems to want. She is delighted by the prospect of learning how to pull all sort of noises from this puppy of hers. “Oh, but I am selfish, sweetheart. I want to be the only one to see your face as you come undone,” she coos playfully as she puts just the slightest amount of pressure against his throat as she speaks to prove a point. Her grin widens at the bulge on his pants and she rolls her hips up on unison to his grinding. Eyes meeting Lain, she leans forward to pull him into a quick passionate kiss, before she pulls back and pushes him away enough to step away from the tree. Fingers intertwining with his, she pulls at his arm and drags him out of the park and towards the forest, a soft hum leaving her lips as she hides them from the world and any interruptions. The next few minutes pass away in a flash and she soon finds herself pushing Lain against a tree in a small clearing within New Rome’s boundaries and grabs his shirt, pulling him down into a searing kiss.

wintersaurora​:

The private sitting room was the definition of cozy and elegant, but Aurora was tense, and less elegant as she slouched and chewed nervously at the fountain pen in her hand. She might’ve quickly fixed her posture if anyone else had come in, but anyone else knew better. Anyone else except their new Autumn Chancellor, and other select few. Aurora’s eyes flickered up, the pen still between her teeth as the other fey approached. “I wouldn’t speak so soon,” she muttered tiredly, putting down the pen. Jaded had the definition of how she felt most days now, in a cold and passive way that felt oddly similar yet completely different to the empty depression of her punishment days. “And while being a Chancellor is all encompassing responsibility, it’s likely never been as overwhelming as it is right now. You certainly have impeccable timing…” Aurora still wasn’t sure how to feel about it all - losing Fen’harel, gaining Robin. She hid her uncertainly by glancing back down at her papers. “I actually have quite a bit to talk to you about, now that you’re here…” But she waited, looking up to see if Robin had any pressing matters first.

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“Even if you have reached the point where you have become jaded, it is still praise worthy that it took you this long,” she mentions, all but throwing herself on one of her seats in her most overdramatic faint. She falls sideways, and then she proceeds to arrange herself on a more comfortable position so that she overlooks Aurora as they speak. Sharp eyes notice the hints of nervousness found on her old friend, and she tries for levity, even knowing that she has to turn for seriousness in order to deal with whatever matters the Winter Chancellor had in mind. “Ah, yes. A perfect timing to deal with this all encompassing shit storm.”

Then she nods, a hum leaving her as she snaps a notebook and a pen into existence as she leans back, eyes serious as she looks back at the Chancellor.

“I was merely passing by to greet you and offer you a respite,” she says, tone softer as she looks back at the nervous chancellor. “But if you require my help, then I will do what I can.”

who? @chancellorxlaer​

where? summer’s sands

Robin is by far the least experienced of the Chancellors. Born to the stable reign of Fen’harel, having grown with the belief that the Dread Wolf would protect their court and never harm them, only to be proved wrong by the liar’s own lips. Only to be thrown into a position she had never wanted, her freedom restrained and the weight of responsibilities that grew heavier by the day settling on her shoulders. She had done the best she could, but her transition had not come in a time of peace. No matter what, it never seemed like she had done enough. Not for the courts, not for her court. Not while more than half her people suffered at the hands of their most ancient enemy, not while there was nothing she could do, for her expertise laid on subterfuge and not the full frontal attack the drow required. Her task had been solidified once she had become a Chancellor: to watch the Eye’s moves and undermine them as much as they could. And despite that, she had given one of them the entrance to their last refuge, given Wade permission to enter, and invitation. She had been lucky the only one to pay the iron price had been her, lucky that her mistake had not cost any fey life, but even in this luck, she had been unlucky. For she is weakened now, when they need the Chancellor’s strength to be at it’s fullest.

A sigh escapes her lips, as she approaches Laer’s presence. Robin is in dire need of advice, and although she wishes to go to Meryasek or Aurora instead, she cannot overburden her friends on such a crucial time. Laer, however? He has had millennia to learn how to hold the burden of his position, even in war time, and she faithfully believes that although he does not carry all the solutions, talking to him will at least help.

“I am in dire need of advice,” she comments quietly, as she comes to stand next to the other as they survey Laer’s work at shaping his new domain. “And I would prefer if it’s yours, but if you are too overburdened by current events, do let me know, I can find someone else.”

TATI GABRIELLE AS MARIENNE BELLAMY 

TATI GABRIELLE ph. Tatijana Shoan for AS IF Digital Cover (April 2023)

who? @senatusstarters where? hall of mirrors

"I do wonder if they are going to check the entire palace after the party," she hums thoughtfully as she eyes the mirrors and their magic signatures with great interest. She gives herself half an hour more, at most, before she gives in and begins jump into the mirrors to snoop around the palace with an excuse. When will she have the same excuse to explore? No one shall judge her if she admits she got lost after walking into a magic mirror. "An awful lot of poor unassuming souls might end up trapped in places they weren't meant to be if they don't."

Tati Gabrielle as MARIENNE BELLAMY You | 3.05: Into the Woods

who? @vincenzodives​

where? robin’s apartment

when? the morning of the 14th, before the chaos

notes: plot drops?? don’t know them

Preparing for events the mortal way is not an usual occurrence, but Robin desperately needed a quiet moment amidst the search of the missing artifacts, a break and — Perhaps she had wanted to check on Vinny, amidst all her duties. Her work as a Chancellor had lamentably made it difficult to drop by as much as she had wanted, but no one could deny her time to prepare for a royal wedding. She is applying a soft layer of eyeshadow when the door to her room opens and she senses Vinny’s presence enter the room.

“Oh, perfect! Do sit down, Vinny,” she urges as she finishes a swipe of her brush while looking at the mirror. “I need your opinion on the palette I am using, as it is rather more colorful than my usual.”