TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[the_whip]

"Suitably," he agreed, dry as a desert, mouth twisting into a flashed grimace.

"I'm not worried about my wits." Likely had more of them than half the room put together, if the antics at the dinner table were any indication. His eyes rolled, discreetly, in disgust.

[with_a_smile]

Claire doesn't make so broad an expression as rolling her eyes, but it's a close thing. "You should be." To an outsider, her voice holds its same, cool tone, but Francis would hear the chiding in it. "We're in a strange place, and as far as we can tell, no friend or allies beyond one another." Her eyes barely narrow, gaze turning harsh though the expression does not touch her still smiling lips. "We have to start from the beginning."

[the_whip]

No friends or allies beyond one another. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he tipped his head toward her, murmuring in a low rumble, "And that's enough."

He dipped his chin, an invisible acknowledgement of her chiding. But his eyes gleamed, hungry.

"Nothing like a change of scenery to whet one's appetite."

[with_a_smile]

"It was before, and it will be again." The harsh light in her eyes smoothed out, and she turned, brushing a cool kiss on his cheek, light, but lingering.

"Whet your appetite? But when are you not hungry?"

[the_whip]

"I can't remember a time I haven't been," he admitted smoothly. Not that it mattered; appetites, like egos, always had room to grow. He leaned toward her kiss, which was smooth and cool as steel, eyes closing for just a moment.

[with_a_smile]

"It's why I married you." She reached up and smoothed her fingers through his greying hair, though pulling away almost immediately. "Our appetites match, after all." She pulled a half turn from him, her icy gaze taking in the glittering crowd.

"This will be...interesting."

[the_whip]

A corner of his mouth twitched at the small gesture of affection between them, and he watched her with hard, unblinking intensity as she peeled away.

"Understatement of the century," he drawled. Set his jaw, likewise looking out over them.

[with_a_smile]

She matched his gaze, easily holding it where others might have flinched away. She was still beside him, as if carved from marble, though only her eyes moved. Her breath eased past her lips, but it wasn't a sigh of regret, they didn't feel regret. It was how they survived, how they accomplished.

"Yes. But this way you won't get bored." That faint smile quirked her lips, "Did you run the risk of that back home? After all you finally got what you, what we craved for so long."

[the_whip]

"This way we hope I won't get bored," he corrected. He could imagine it getting stale very fast, this backdrop of barbarism. Without modern conventions and rules and tools to have to dance around... The rise might come too swift.

His eyes glittered, and returned to watch her. "If it weren't watered wine, I'd toast to a new beginning."

[with_a_smile]

The smile deepened. "Of course." She straightened a little, finally pulling away from him, and raised her glass, despite his words. "Watered or not, I do believe it is a tradition." The rim of her goblet clinked softly against his.

"To us."

[the_whip]

He laughed, the sound quiet and rather more like a snarl, or gravel being ground underfoot. He let the rim of her glass kiss the side of his, his smile wide, revealing just the tips of his teeth.

"To us."