𝑨𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒂
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𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑒-𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘- Scottish Fae MVRP FantasyRP MS 25+ GMT #AtomicBomb
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"𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡."

Scottish Fae with a liking for blood

🐺 Fantasy OC
🐺 MVRP
🐺25+
🐺 Banter, SL's, etc

📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
// I am soo fucking childish, Char! 🤣
Texting @mysticalphysician.bsky.social

Pumped yer da
Did you for a moment believe that we were safe from this nonsense?!
"That and your talents with fornication."
"Heat is perhaps my finest quality."
"Aye, you better. It's a cold night and I am of a mood to be warm."
Did you for a moment believe that we were safe from this nonsense?!
"Did I no tell you that my big stick could poke a hole into any being?" The Scottish accent hit hard as she pulled her big stick free from his belly.

"It's Ash. Even Odin himself had a spear made of Ash. This one I found along an ancient road where once a great many people fled a war."
"Aye, you better. It's a cold night and I am of a mood to be warm."
"I can clear my schedule."
"I was going to suggest skipping straight to the fucking."
What sort of collar?

As she flicks her tongue over his ear.
"Alright, you can indeed do a bench or a lift, and you probably have gains!"
"Half of you people don't realise that I will fucking eat you in the not-fun way."
"It's fucking Baltic, I'm away to the hot springs."
"I was going to suggest skipping straight to the fucking."
"Have you got something fae and fancy for me to try?"
👐 But it was her who hurt him

with a big stick
"He likes it when I'm forward. Being coy is for humans."
"Wanna get high and fuck like bunnies?"
“I’m sure he’s lovely, but I just don’t know him that well.”
"These vampires who had blood all over their chin."

"That is your food. Close your damn mouth. Use a napkin."

"Would you get soup all over yourself like that?"
"Don't worry, I haven't pumped your Uncle."
His words didn’t bother her much. His mother had been mortal. Mortals died.

“You know I wouldn’t tell you that, even if I knew.”

She didn’t know. Not everything. Nothing for sure.

“My part is as it always has been and always will be. I act for the Earth.”
"Given how she died and how he caused it, I don't care much either way."

He appreciated the candor. And the honesty. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. Talking about him isn't easy."

Eyes narrowed but softened. "What's he planning?"

He had dozens of questions and wants-to-know...

~
“We used to joke that I was your Faerie God Mother, but it was easier to wear the glamour than explain the pointy ears.”

For a moment she smiled, he’d been a delightful child. She didn’t think he’d want to hear that.

“All of those things. Not always at the same time.” -
“Well there you go, a place to go. Safely away from the fair folk who might try to take a bite out of you.”
“I’ll go first?”

She moved closer to him, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek.

“Maybe I’ll enchant them. Or maybe I’ll just stir them up.”
He was feeding her up.

That was almost romantic.

“Then I’ll dance as you do you do your best work, and if I can, I’ll cleanse this place.”

Even if it meant drinking down the magic within it and repurposing it. Which was the exact sort of magic she did.

Earth magic. -
"They are ghosts of mortal men and my kinfolk. So should think so."

There was a pause. "The spirit world here is loaded with dread and suffering. I know not if your song could sway him. He will fight like me, but weaker. I do not need you to help me kill him."

~
Her eyes looked dull, brown but… hungry. She was looking at him with that same hunger, remembering the taste of his blood when he gave it freely.

One like him. But fallen.

One like him.

For her to feast upon.

She should worry about how happy that made her. -
“Sometimes I stood in his way. Though not often.”

“And sometimes I was in other worlds.”

For a beat she stood there, before she finally added what he probably wouldn’t have asked her outright.

“Nothing more than a friend while he was married to your mother.”