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with just a touch of Morrhys
collab with @OfWindAndRain




Maeryn studied Raiden as he and Beatrice walked away to be on their own, leaving the Tessian prince in her presence. She managed a glare in his direction at his comment about this being a ball and to be on her best behavior. Though she thought it best to heed his words and maintain some semblance of royalty while under the eyes of the attending.

An incident between Erik and Arabelle was beginning to take form a short distance from where the Maeryn and Quentin stood, sipping drinks as they listened to the delicious scandal. At least, it was delicious for the Raske princess-- Quentin was too busy staring up at the chandeliers that occupied the airspace above them.

She had to refrain from rolling her eyes at being left in with his company. It wasn't that she disliked the guy. Quite the contrary, she thought he was interesting and knew he was harboring a side of him that few were privileged enough to witness. However, she knew that he was famously known for never shutting up and would almost surely expect a conversation from her, it was like an unspoken rule the last time they were in each other’s presence that talking was one of the furthest things from their minds. Furthermore, if their past interactions had any weight in the present she didn’t know if she was up for matching his energy appropriately. And for that, that energy, she was at a loss. At least for the moment.

Ryn couldn't put her well manicured finger on it, but she found herself drawn into his presence, despite how idiotic he looked staring upward in a room full of the most important young men and women in the world. It unnerved her. How could she? Princess of the Damned - aptly named she supposed - be taken in by the antithesis of everything that she was and has been? How had they been caught up in one another before all this anyways?

'Who is he to me? Really? Betrothal aside...' she thinks to herself as she sipped on the amber liquid, watching as he lifts his lemon-grape juice and takes a swig, puckering in distaste and humor. His mannerisms are strange indeed, but no stranger than her own... Actually, on second thought, probably stranger, just not as violent. 'What is he thinking? Does he not realize what I could do to him?'

The Flayer’s skin prickled with goosebumps as Quentin, with surprising grace, sidled up to her and laid his hand on her back. Perhaps it was intentional that his hand landed on her lower back where her skin was exposed to the air. Maeryn Raske felt Quentin’s hand tense and then lightly press harder down against the small of her back, where the Tessian’s hand met her dress- and directly pressing the sheath that housed one of her many blades against her spine. Not only did he discover the blade, but with how the light danced in his eyes as he turned his gaze to her, it seemed to have enhanced his excitement with catching up with her.

"What do you want?" Maeryn practically hissed under her breath in the midst of the chatter of the mingling royalty. The two of them were virtually invisible despite the hissy fit taking place just adjacent to them. That was largely due to the fact that the beginnings of a world war was deemed more important than both of them combined, and that the majority of the room had a bone to pick with one or both of them. He was even giving her that damned goofy smile.

"My betrothed is an incredibly beautiful and dangerous Princess of a most infamous land. Why wouldn’t I want to-- now hear me out-- possibly and, you see, quite literally risk life and limb to get to know a lovely lass like yourself. We could even compare knives later-- I bet mine are bigger than yours." There was far too much unashamed pleasure in his eyes at saying that awful, awful phrase. Enough of it that it caused a faint tingle of a blush to creep across Maeryn’s skin at how genuine his words were.

For Ryn, it was something of a 180; and she didn’t ever expect to get used to it. She by no means received it when people spoke to her, but now that she was betrothed to Quentin of all people… this likely wouldn’t be the last time. And she wasn’t entirely sure if it was a good thing or not.

Taking another sip of her little glass of fire, she flagged down a member of the staff and ordered another to parch her suddenly nervous throat. Obviously playing distant and cold wasn’t going to work, he was too cheerful. Besides, if history was to go off of, she knew exactly how he liked to be played. Clearing her throat, she turned her focus and gaze back to Quentin, her empty hand lay flat on his chest as she picked lightly at the buttons of his pressed shirt, “Bigger you say? Mmhm, you’d think I would have remembered that the last time we were together ~. Teasing him would be her best option, and from the sudden tension that seemed to ever-so-subtly infuse his body, she was right. Nonetheless, he only gave her a wide grin and a wink.

With her new drink in hand she turned on her heel and began a slow, deliberate walk towards another table where her twin was located. If her intention was to make his eyes gravitate towards her legs and other flattering rear features, she was spot on-- Quentin found himself staring and… well, remembering. She made sure to accentuate her gait and expose more of her leg as she went about her way.

Meanwhile, the older of the twins was standing off to the side, his own glass swirling in his grip, clenching and unclenching, repeating the process as he observed his sister interact with her betrothed. Rhys didn’t like the way he was touching his sister and how close he got to her, more so at the sight of her touching him. Although, he was relieved to see her finally pull away and make a beeline to join him.

“Ah, sweet sister, so glad of you to finally make an appearance,” a sip and a kiss on the cheek, his breath warm and tinged with spices. He breathed into her hairline before pulling away, “Enjoy your time with your beloved?”

Maeryn pulled away, a knowing smirk on her lips as she leaned to rest her elbows on the table, “As a matter of fact, I did, and I plan on enjoying much more playtime with him~.” She couldn't help but think of all the ways she could bend this green cowboy to her will.

Morrhys rolled his eyes before scouring the busy room before them, trying to ascertain information of those gathered via simple people-watching. "When do you suppose the party is going to start?" He didn't wait for the look his sister was about to give when he corrected himself, "The real party. You know what I meant."

Ryn only resorted into shrugging at her brother’s complaint before noticing her fiance checking her out from where she left him, “Regardless of your evening, dear brother, it looks as if mine will be filled with fun~” with that said and Quentin’s intent stare, Ryn felt as if her evening wouldn’t be so bad after all.
I should have a CS posted up later today. Running errands T^T


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"Hey," Lydia greeted, taking one of her hands of out of her pocket to give a short wave. "I'm Lydia. Lydia Creel. Just got here. Place is looking pretty nice, huh? she accented this by whistling, and looking around at the common room.




Binx blinked a few times, she hadn't really looked around and she told Lydia ass much as she flopped down on the couch opposite the redhead, "To be honest, I just went straight to the room and began unpackin'. But yeah, this place looks sick..." she gave the room a quick glance over, turning in her seat to catch a look to the other side. The common area was huge, definitely large enough to house a couple of teenagers imbued with some sort of magical abilities.

"I haven't really unpacked yet," answered Lydia, shrugging. "Don't wanna piss my roomie off, whoever they are. Space allocation's a conversation that usually involves bargaining, pleading and compromise. That's one thing living in foster homes has taught me."

Binx' ears pricked at the words 'foster homes' and she whipped her head back around to her company in such a way that she knew was gonna be sore in a few hours time. She was in nowhere near the same boat as this girl, but she liked to think that she had a small modicum of an idea as to what it was like. Having been a runaway for awhile before stumbling on her cousin, Binx wasn't a stranger to living in strange places surrounded by even stranger folk. But for now, she brushed that aside. No sense in trudging it all up. For her sake or Lydia's. "Yeah, yeah, I gotcha," Binx turned her attention back to her fellow 1D'er. "I was just too excited to finally get my stuff up on the walls. Hey, if they got a problem, they can take it up with me." Binx made a show of her less than impressive guns, flexing, a laugh leaving her.

And in an instant she was leaning forward, elbows on her knees bouncing up and down looking like an excited dog being teased about going for a walk, "Sooooo," she wiggled her brows, "Who's the lucky one you got stuck with?" Eyes alight with mischief.

Lydia stopped, blinking in response to the hyperactive girl in front of her, and took her envelope back out. "I don't know. I just skimmed the dorm stuff. Let's see..." she said as she took the dorm allocation sheet out of her keycard envelope and read it. Eyes scanning the names before resting on their mission. Her gaze widened slightly, "Charlotte Danvers-Thordottir. Oh...wow. Okay. That's a thing that's happening." Binx interest was piqued, "I'm sharing a room with Thor and Captain Marvel's kid." Lydia look pretty dumbstruck right now.

Clearly not picking up on the unease and apprehension that seemed to be evident in Lydia, Binx continued on her merry hype, "Whoa! No way! That's awesome my dude!" She was filled with too much excitement. Could anyone really blame her though? She was experiencing a singular location with others like her. Duh she was pumped. "This is gonna be great, ya know? You get one of his kids and I got the other! Think one of 'em's got the hammer? And then you think they're gonna let me try an' lift it?!" Binx was practically buzzing with electricity as she rambled on and on about their roommates and all the possibilities for shenanigans. So much so, she didn't even realize she had stood up and was pacing in the space in front of the couch, arms gesturing animatedly.

"Don't you have to be truly worthy to lift Mjolnir?" asked Lydia, showing her Superhero fangirl-ism by pronouncing the hammer's name correctly first try. She was proud of herself, not many humans, or others for that matter, could pronounce it correctly and for that she gave herself praise. "I don't even think I could mimic that. Oh, right! I haven't even told you that!" Realization had dawned on her and she smiled, "My power is that I can copy other people's powers for like ten minutes. What's yours?"

Binx' level of excitement was growing with each passing moment, and it did nothing to deter her energy level to see her getting excited as well. She mentally had to stash away the correct pronunciation of Mjolnir. For future conversations of course. It wouldn't do well regardless, she was sure to come up with a plethora of nicknames for the hammer if not for her own amusement, definitely to annoy others. "Copy?" Her ears perked right up at the description of her dorm mate's ability. "So fucking coooool~" she flopped back into her seat on the couch before twirling marble sized energy orbs in her hand. "I guess you could call it 'explosion'. I'm able to produce plasma psionically. Different kinds of explosions an all." There was no hope in attempting to stop the wide grin she had plastered on her face. Of all the things in this world Binx enjoyed, her powers were top 3 easily. Any chance she can get to show off she was going to run with it.

Lydia watched and listened in wonder. She knew she'd be in a school full of superpowered individuals worthy to become Heroes. But it was another thing entirely to actually see somebody else freely use a superpower this powerful. "Whoa, that looks dangerous!" she exclaimed, and then after a pause, added "I wanna try it."

She got up out of her seat, reached over, and touched the back of Binx's hand with her fingers, before sitting back down. She then started to focus on her own hands. Trying to use a power that's not yours was always a bit difficult if you weren't used to it. It would be like trying to control a third arm you never had before. Still after a second or two, she made her own weaker, smaller floating ball of plasma. She was grinning like a child, but then frowned. "Uh, how do you get rid of them without blowing anything up?"

"OOOOOH~ Hot damn that's fucking cool!" Binx couldn't contain her enthusiasm as she shot back up outta the seat to join her new power twin. "You can't." Binx nonchalantly responded and when Lydia's face fell in horror she doubled over with a laugh, "No, no, I'm kidding. You're good. Normally what I do is I can reabsorb the energy and poof, everything is all hunky dory... but for you, I'm not sure. Never had anyone copy my power. No one's ever been interested in it enough," she ended with a shrug.

She placed a finger to her chin as she thought more about it, and with a ruffle to her hair she grinned coming to a conclusion, "We could always set it off in the vending machines and get some free snacks. I don't know 'bout you but I'm starvin'!"

Lydia's gut instinct was to outright refuse, but she didn't want to come across like a lawful goody-goody Hero type that she herself was scared to run into and get judged by. Nobody liked the killjoy. But at the same time, she really didn't want to damage anything or get in any trouble. Binx had said something about reabsorbing the energy. Lydia tried slowly reabsorbing the energy... and reabsorbed the entire ball in a second.

"Shit," she muttered, as she made a new one, and tried, even more carefully reabsorbing this one, shrinking it until it was as weak and as small as she could get it. She looked back up at Binx. "This should be strong enough to dislodge something, right? I don't want to break the vending machine. Then we'd get no snacks."

Binx was mesmerized at seeing someone other than herself use her power. If she were being completely honest it was surreal. Lydia's words made a lot of sense to the southerner, and she appreciated the girl's motivation to continue wielding it. Binx wondered if she were coming on too strong for a first time meet and greet, however the feeling soon vanished when Lydia suggested a smaller scale 'attack'.

"See, I knew I liked you. Yeah, the smaller the orb the smaller the damage," she was going to go into more detail on her powers when there was quite the commotion coming from just outside the common area. They both looked between one another and then back to the source as the extensive noises breached the threshold. Lydia reabsorbed the ball entirely and turned to face the voices, hoping they hadn't seen anything. Binx turned to the newcomers with yet another goofy, cock-eyed grin and called out to them - or rather tried to. She was cut off by them calling out "DIBS!" in unison.

The two previously occupying the room turned to look at one another for a moment, just blinking back the surprise and confusion. "Uhh, hey. Intense game of dibs y'all got goin' on," Binx couldn't keep back her chuckle, not like she wanted too. "Welcome to the club."
I'd like to reserve Chloe Norgaard :]








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