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Sept 8, 2014 13:44:18 GMT
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Post by sleepyqueenie on Sept 8, 2014 13:44:18 GMT
This thread is "obvious bait to get Mab crushing fangirls back to the fandompage." oh fanboys are welcome too of course. Or if you want to cuddle another character. ... really? I am putting Vortigern on sale. Anyone for Vortigern?
After a rather short discussion over on fb on the topic of returning to this site, whilst staring at a picture of our Queen, this conclusion has been reached:
People will come back to the forum to hug her royalness Queen Mab. That is all they ever want to be happy.
There is no plan. This thread can turn out to be a group fic, a game or plain Mab propaganda/aesthetic appreciation. You can wait for the occasion sentence to be added, you can write something yourself, you can approach Mab, predict a reaction or wait for someone else to come up with that, there is no consistency needed. These can be little random bits of whatever is on your mind (the underlying desire is: Mab).
Following are the few sentences I wrote so far to tempt loyal priestesses back and as promised the added bit to make this far journey to chambers worth the effort:
Think of the lure of the Old Ways, her pagan magic glowing thick about her, making the air pleasantly hard to breathe in. As you can't help but approach and maybe think of resting your head in the safe comfort of her neck. Look at her seductively silken hair. The smooth unscrapable armour of her spidery gown and how soft where her skin shows.
-I will get you back to her even if this means I have to throw erotic imagery at you.-
Mab winks at you, fling-drapes her cloak over her arm, because everything she does goes perfectly even such a careless fling turns out to be the most elegant movement in the long and wide history of cape swishing, and turns away a secretly pleased smile on her lips. to be continued...
The black cloak slides from her back, it spreads itself languidly over the ground. She walks on, not minding its absence on this summer day. "Leave it." She calls behind her, her hair flicks to the side, she bestows an unpleasant look on you. For a moment her back is revealed. Then its shine like wet snow is hidden again behind the thickness of her long black hair.
"Well, come closer if you want to see." She now draws her hair intentionally over her shoulder. You approach, carefully as if not to startle the wild goddess. You imagine you can see glistening ivy on her back, her magic can form such patterns. It does not now. She moves, takes one step just for you to see the pale blue glitter shift with her.
-Syrinx interlude, her voice came in my head carrying with her a rational remark:
"This bare spot can't do you much good in battle."
"It makes no difference. I dress as the mood takes me. My protection lies in my magic. All this " indicating the corset bound dress "is for appearance's sake."
"Then why bother at all?"
-
The queen gestures for you to walk beside her. "Loyal followers are proving hard to hold onto. They really need your constant attention. They slip away so quickly. Perhaps, you can..." She slowly lowers her lips to yours.
"Mmm," she says coyly evaluating the merit of your kiss on her glistening lips. "you are a good one."
You wish to return the compliment. You want to say something else, less sappy than "you taste of honey" but that is what she tastes like so you do. She did not expect you to speak, not really. She takes your arm and guides you with her.
And there we go.
After a rather short discussion over on fb on the topic of returning to this site, whilst staring at a picture of our Queen, this conclusion has been reached:
People will come back to the forum to hug her royalness Queen Mab. That is all they ever want to be happy.
There is no plan. This thread can turn out to be a group fic, a game or plain Mab propaganda/aesthetic appreciation. You can wait for the occasion sentence to be added, you can write something yourself, you can approach Mab, predict a reaction or wait for someone else to come up with that, there is no consistency needed. These can be little random bits of whatever is on your mind (the underlying desire is: Mab).
Following are the few sentences I wrote so far to tempt loyal priestesses back and as promised the added bit to make this far journey to chambers worth the effort:
Think of the lure of the Old Ways, her pagan magic glowing thick about her, making the air pleasantly hard to breathe in. As you can't help but approach and maybe think of resting your head in the safe comfort of her neck. Look at her seductively silken hair. The smooth unscrapable armour of her spidery gown and how soft where her skin shows.
-I will get you back to her even if this means I have to throw erotic imagery at you.-
Mab winks at you, fling-drapes her cloak over her arm, because everything she does goes perfectly even such a careless fling turns out to be the most elegant movement in the long and wide history of cape swishing, and turns away a secretly pleased smile on her lips. to be continued...
The black cloak slides from her back, it spreads itself languidly over the ground. She walks on, not minding its absence on this summer day. "Leave it." She calls behind her, her hair flicks to the side, she bestows an unpleasant look on you. For a moment her back is revealed. Then its shine like wet snow is hidden again behind the thickness of her long black hair.
"Well, come closer if you want to see." She now draws her hair intentionally over her shoulder. You approach, carefully as if not to startle the wild goddess. You imagine you can see glistening ivy on her back, her magic can form such patterns. It does not now. She moves, takes one step just for you to see the pale blue glitter shift with her.
-Syrinx interlude, her voice came in my head carrying with her a rational remark:
"This bare spot can't do you much good in battle."
"It makes no difference. I dress as the mood takes me. My protection lies in my magic. All this " indicating the corset bound dress "is for appearance's sake."
"Then why bother at all?"
-
The queen gestures for you to walk beside her. "Loyal followers are proving hard to hold onto. They really need your constant attention. They slip away so quickly. Perhaps, you can..." She slowly lowers her lips to yours.
"Mmm," she says coyly evaluating the merit of your kiss on her glistening lips. "you are a good one."
You wish to return the compliment. You want to say something else, less sappy than "you taste of honey" but that is what she tastes like so you do. She did not expect you to speak, not really. She takes your arm and guides you with her.
And there we go.