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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[ex_halberd259]

( Some things never change! He is determined to make a pleasant battle of this, just as she is. This is their way, how they relate to each other. As it happens, it is also a hell of a lot of fun. Especially after being stuck in this land and having to grow accustomed to it and her newfound solitude on her own. The landscape, both political and geographical is wholly different here. Not at all daunting; but you know, there is something to be said for being able to face the world side-by-side with someone you love and trust as a unit. Like a team, as they always have been. Sod the boar, really. Lagertha might be playing it coy and cool, but she is actually beyond relieved and happy to be with him again.

That kiss was fantastic, and she is quite proud and smug when they part, and he looks satisfied, despite the fact that she didn't completely go along with him. He likes that about her, she knows; that she goes her own way, because inevitably it ends up running completely parallel with his own. And for a moment when she lies there, pinned beneath his weight, she laughs, and then leans up to swipe her tongue over his mouth, a tease, more or less, because then she is nipping at him again and trying to evade being caught by him further. )

Then what were you doing? Resting in the middle of the afternoon? You truly must be getting old! ( Well, shit. He's got her, hasn't he? And her attempts to get him have more or less failed. Allright, allright. Fine! Two can play at this game. Arching her body up, she presses herself to him from her hips on upward. Her eyes, bright and gleaming even in the shade of the forest dance merrily. )

Yours just might if we end up without anything to eat for the evening meal. ( Though the intensity with which she looks at him is clear: she is so there for anything else. Later. Twisting her legs, she cages a hold upon his like a vise, and throws all her weight into rolling herself over, or at least an attempt to do so to finally free herself from his hold. )

You have two options: catch that boar and spend the night without sleep, or do not and risk my wrath. Which shall it be?

( Hah. As if she'd ever seriously hurt him. But her wrath is still threat enough to have some sway here, which she is banking on. She'll decide later whether or not to actually carry it out or not. )

[hersir]

[Their battle is something that exists between them and despite how aggressive it may seem to an outsiders perspective it's what they are used to, it's a game of sorts, it's an action of never backing down, it's simply their culture, their lifestyle, it's simply them and the Northman wouldn't have it any other way. They are united together in all things and despite they had their own conflicts within their relationship they always came out better for it. They produced two strong, intelligent children and they raised them both together to be that way. They fought together in the shield wall, they stood side by side in life and now they were together again. They were a team and fate had brought them back into each others company despite the distance they had from one another since their arrival in this strange, beautiful world full of political intrigue and a warriors heart.

The banter between them is endless and they both play it off, but inside his chest Ragnar's heart is racing quickly with the excitement he held within, being able to see her face and feel her presence. Pinned beneath him, the laugh she shares is like a warmth and he feels it within the very bones of his body, the taste of her tongue upon his mouth, the teasing gesture causing a sly grin to spread across his features as he feels her body arch up into his own, his own hips canting downwards to meet the motion. His vivid eyes are locked on her face, chuckling at her words and giving a shake of his head.]

You think the worst of me. [The tone he offers is not genuine because he knows it's all play and offers it back at her, the smile on her face is enough to keep it that way and as she continues to speak, he listens intently, ignoring the surroundings of the woodland for now, completely focused on her and that is when he feels her legs around his own. The throw of her body he allows and melds into, rolling his own form to the side and back onto his back, looking up from the ground to the sky, her image silhouetted against the parting in the trees. His hands immediately move from her wrists to her hips and hold tight, fingers splaying against the material of her armour.]

A dilemma, but here is my rebuttal. [His hands pulled her down, pressing her hips against his own as he arched up against her, a wry smirk crawling across his lips.] A night without sleep and your wrath to contend with. I'm not hungry for boar.

[ex_halberd259]

( Most here are too civilized, much more than she is used to. There are pros and cons to that, but they certainly do not all understand her propensity for violence and things which might otherwise be deemed "backward". To her, the way with which some of these people from the future navigate their relationships (by walking on eggshells, never saying what they mean, lies, and distrust, among many other things) confounds her. Where is the sense of partnership and unity, no matter when a body comes from? Human nature doesn't change just because technology might.

It is entirely a pleasure to be back here in his arms, a return to the familiar and the joyful. She knows entirely where she stands, and even when he is being a little shit as he is currently, she is not at all displeased. Quite the opposite. His teasing earns him both a hard whack to the gut as well as a laugh. As always, she can give him points for trying. )

Always. ( If this goes on any longer, she won't be able to think, let alone move. His actions are indeed evoking a response in her body. Her heart races hard against her ribs, and her stomach flutters and tightens into knots. And he knows damned well what he does to her, too. She grits her teeth and squints her eyes in mock ferocity, and grabs at both his hands, locked upon her hips. Her nails dig in hard, so that he might let go before she forgets herself and fast food really becomes a relevant term. There are leaves and twigs in her hair and attached to her clothing, and she still can't focus upon anything else in this entire forest but for him.

Though she knows she has no choice. Her stomach growls, proving that why yes, she is quite hungry. ) Yet I am. Listen. ( Again, her stomach growls. The look in her eyes intensifies. )

I want that boar. Whether you're coming with me or not. But if you do, I might be kind and make a meal of you later.

( The suggestion is heavy in her tone, and she winks at him. )

[hersir]

[Technology was something he could accept, but the change in humanity was the thing that turned his mind around. Nations and lands would always be in conflict, would always be in world but there seemed to be a lack of unification on the front of each side. It was not a true fight without your companions to depend upon, to fight fearlessly alongside of and to die with when fate would have it. This land was strange, it was different and to reconnect with nature as he had been doing that day had not only lead him to a small moment of peace and preparedness but also brought him back into the company of the one individual that he knew he could depended upon no matter what came to pass. They held each other up, defended one another and above all else based a relationship off trust. His contemplation had been the best decision he made as now she was here and so real, not like a dream despite how the light striking down from the tree tops illuminated her golden hair, how the leaf's stuck to her like a nymph in the woodland realms.

In all honesty, the Northman knows very well what is doing, how he is tempting her and can feel the bend of her will but no, his wife is far more stubborn than that and knows how to get to him as much as he knows how to get to her, under each others skin but only in the best way possible. Her nails upon his wrists bite into his flesh and his grin broadens, flexing his fingers tighter before letting go with a laugh that catches his breath as he drops his head back onto the forest floor in a consent of defeat, his palms up, fingers spread, turning to wrap his fingers around where he could grab hold of her forearms.]

Very well. [Amusement laced his tone as he listened and then allowed another sound of laughter to catch his tone, hearing the groans of her stomach and making a move to slowly pull himself up off the ground he laid upon.] We can't have your gut singing and chasing the hunt away, after all.

[The suggestion is picked up on and he smirks, eyes lidding in a playful expression before he leans upwards to claim a small kiss of her lips.]

Let's track a boar.

[ex_halberd259]

( Since tackling him, Lagertha has been much more at ease. Much more herself, and confident of the fact that they will be all right. Whether they are able to find (or steal!) passage home, or they build something for themselves here until the might, they will be just fine. Standing beside him, or laying atop him as she is currently, she feels able to take on the world. Just as she always has in her dreams. In which they are ever side-by-side. Never separate. One unit, attacking any challenge before them and conquering it.

The forest returns to life in a burst of sound and colour the moment he releases her wrists. Birds flap their wings and call trillingly overhead, and she can feel the tickling sensation of an ant crawling along her arm. The pair of them are covered in twigs, leaves and mud. There is a streak of it as wide as her thumb is long upon her left cheek, and she can't help but laugh in unison with him. This is familiar. More along the lines of what they both find familiar. )

That would be impossible when you've already chased it away. ( The upturn of her mouth has a smug air to it, and she grins as he pulls them up, the ant falling back to the damp earth, forgotten. Lagertha presses her index and middle fingers together, and jabs him playfully just beneath his ribs with another laugh of her own. )

It is heading east.

[hersir]

[The mud on her face doesn't bother him, they are used to a lifestyle than many. They are as clean as they can be but no afraid to get dirty, to let the blood of their battles linger on their faces. It was just how they were and so he makes no move to push aside the smudge upon her cheek, the look familiar, endearing and simply the way life was. The sounds of the forest though call them, and out of the shock of seeing one another, the intense focus upon one another, the Northman finds himself looking up to sky that breaks through the dense woodland cover, watching the birds jump from one branch to the other before his blue eyes turn to focus back on her own. He can feel the dampness of the forest floor seeping into the clothing of his back but he doesn't mind, the dirt on his elbows, the leaves in the turns and twists of his hair.

Her words make him chuckle once more and give his eyes a small roll skywards before looking back to her with a lidded gaze. Reaching up he took hold of her hand and pulled himself to his feet, dusting off his slacks and tunic before he feels the jab into his torso and the chuckle turns more into a laugh as he makes a move to grab her wrists once more, trying to pull her close and throw her a little off balance but keeping her upright.]

It won't go far. [Came his playful reply before releasing her once more and striding back to his things to pick them up, throwing his shield over his back, quick to return to her side as if this could be a dream, as if when he turned around she would no longer be there.]

Come on then, woman. Get your weapons. [The teasing of his voice was obvious, the smile on his lips matching it, his expression lidded as he shooed at her with the handle of his axe.] Always dragging your feet.