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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !plot: marriage planet,
- aibghalien marsai,
- angie spica,
- anwei ayles,
- astrid hoffersson,
- axl,
- beastboy,
- billy cranston,
- brother cargn,
- celena vantari,
- dean winchester,
- dhianeila,
- edward elric,
- eleventh doctor,
- faiza hussain,
- farseer alastirra,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- feldt grace,
- hiccup,
- hit girl,
- hoshi hikari,
- howard bassem,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- john-117,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- karis needleteeth,
- kaylee frye,
- kon-el,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- lord zetta,
- loren,
- matt olsen,
- megamind,
- miku hinasaki,
- miranda lawson,
- nathan petrelli,
- negi springfield,
- ophelia,
- phillip,
- rhiow,
- ronnae,
- roxanne ritchie,
- sam winchester,
- samus aran,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- setsuna f. seiei,
- sho fukamachi,
- signum,
- sofia mantega,
- son of satan,
- sonic the hedgehog (games),
- steve burnside,
- tenaya,
- tim drake/red robin,
- vivio takamachi
Till Death (or Liftoff) Do Us Part
Once Domalai made sure the crew was fully informed of what was expected of them in the upcoming rituals, he showed them over to where the Rituals of Judgement and Joining would be performed.
As they neared the gate that led into the city of Orongo, they could see many other people milling about, waiting for their turn to undergo the rituals themselves. The crew, of course, being a special case, are moved to the front of the line. Thankfully, everyone seems to be in a good enough mood that no one puts up a fuss about it.
The first area they were brought to had a simple stone circle, around which were three smaller circles. Two Moai priests were waiting there as they approached, and Domalai moved over to join them before speaking up.
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[ooc2: Ready! Tag away!]
As they neared the gate that led into the city of Orongo, they could see many other people milling about, waiting for their turn to undergo the rituals themselves. The crew, of course, being a special case, are moved to the front of the line. Thankfully, everyone seems to be in a good enough mood that no one puts up a fuss about it.
The first area they were brought to had a simple stone circle, around which were three smaller circles. Two Moai priests were waiting there as they approached, and Domalai moved over to join them before speaking up.
[ooc2: Ready! Tag away!]
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He was laughing because anyone that knew them and looked at them both would be able to tell they'd painted each other, what with Astrid covered in his careful, intricate designs, and himself covered in her sloppy, purposeful hand-prints.
He was also laughing because Astrid slapping her hands all over him, marking him, was effectively her way of saying 'Mine.'
"I think you missed a couple spots," he joked, looking down at himself. "Maybe the dumping it over my head thing might have been the best idea after all, if this was the plan all along."
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Grinning behind him, she reached and cupped each side of his cheeks. Can't miss there. "Impatient. I was getting there!" At this point, it was as if everyone around them disappeared.
Marking. That's partly the idea, really. In another way, she sabotaged herself; as long as her playful marks didn't fade throughout their time in Orongo, Astrid wouldn't be able to deny her crime. The evidence was all there.
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He held out his arms so she had free reign to slap paint anywhere.
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Feel that, Hiccup?
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He just did that, too, with the slightest intake of breath, and placed his paint-covered hands on her shoulders, for lack of a better place to rest them.
"You know I have always appreciated your attention to detail. Very thorough. With the paint."
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It intrigued her when he did not react and recoil as last time, and her hands continued to hover a bit longer. Though she didn't appear insistent, she did eye up at him, searching for... consent.
There was no mistake things between them were evolving. More so than ever before. If they were willing to ride it out together and see where it takes them... they needed to get passed this... right?
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It was okay. Not that he understood why she'd even want to touch...that, but it was okay. It was her. That made it okay.
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Her touch is careful; delicately adding her mark, and a light caress before she leaned back again. Quick and painless, but meaningful.
Beaming, and probably a tad overly enthused, she suddenly gave his right leg a hearty, stinging swat on his thigh, leaving a print in its wake.
"Almost complete."
She gestured for his automail leg.
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He presented his leg to her, bare and half-metal, ugly and twisted and scarred near the automail dock, and he said nothing, just watching her, watching the look on her face.
Though he slept every night with a long sock pulled over his leg up to the knee, she'd touched it before, rubbed his sore leg, but he hadn't looked at her face then and he hadn't wanted to. He always wondered if she was just biting back her disgust over it, trying to be kind.
Did it secretly repulse her? Did she secretly wish he was whole? (And handsome, and strong, and full of studly muscles...)
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As aforementioned, she hadn't seen this leg in awhile— considering Hiccup's been so stingy with it— so for the first time in what felt like so long, her fingers grazed, slowly tracing the scarred lines. Heh, she's so engrossed in it, she'll have to apologize if it tickles.
She paused and relaxed her whole palm above his knee. "...I'm interested to see the city, so we'll probably be there for a substantial time. If it starts bothering you... or if you get tired, let me know, and we'll call it a day." Did she just insinuate they'll be exploring and spending time in the city together?
Lifting her head, Astrid offered a reassuring smile, then directed her attention down at the paint beside her, a hint of a gleam in her eyes.
Well, that paint? She's gonna apply some to her lips now...
...and shifting just a bit, the blonde lowered her head, gracing that leg with a solid, delicate kiss. That'll leave a mark, for sure.
Huh. Leaning up, she blinked. With it on her lips she could faintly taste the peculiar fruit... and curiosity getting the best of her, Astrid lifted her hand and tasted it before enveloping the entire tip of her finger past her lips. ...No--stop that Astrid, don't lick that while he's watching. Pulling back her index, her eyebrows lifted and she seemed surprised, murmuring a single comment. "Good."
—and upon realizing her other hand ventured too closely above his thigh, she lost her nerve, quickly removing it, and tried not to rub the back of her head sheepishly, nearly getting paint in her hair in the process.
She looked aside, clearing her throat behind a fist, warmth now smoldering her cheeks. "Done."
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When she kissed his leg, he looked touched--so touched in fact, that his eyes were just a little glassy. A tiny bit.
All of him. She loved all of him, even the parts that weren't whole, even the parts that were scarred and broken. No hesitation, no disgust, she'd kissed him on the leg like she loved his ugly leg like every other ugly part of him. He was simultaneously overwhelmed with affection and with other...feelings, at that gentle kiss, but he wasn't going to do anything about those other feelings--
--until she sucked on her finger.
It was like a dam had burst inside him, like a fire had suddenly roared to life in a furnace in his chest. Deep down, there was still that gibbering terror, that fear of martial consequences, screaming at him that he'd get punched in the face for it, but he couldn't hear it over the roar in his ears, the inferno crackling away.
His leg had been drawn across her lap in an awkward position and now he suddenly drew it back, but not to pull away, oh no, just to get it under him so he could launch himself at her, long arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close, his chest flush with hers. One hand slid up, supported the back of her head, and he kissed her, fervently, passionately--even aggressively--drinking in the sweetness of her lips, both from the paint and otherwise.
If she didn't respond in kind, he'd pull away, of course, but with the way he drew her in, that kiss was like being in the ocean and then suddenly rolled end over end by a monster wave coming out of nowhere.
Guess what, Astrid--turns out love and acceptance, mixed with doing things like licking your finger right in front of him, are apparently something of a turn-on. Who'd have thunk?
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She didn't get to finish.
He barely gave her time to prepare, let alone release a startled noise as she found herself suddenly swept into his arms, and firmly pressed against him.
...okay, so that's not entirely true. She did make a muffled noise, despite her mouth currently being devoured. And said noises probably didn't help her in this situation, either.
Gathering her scrambled thoughts over her initial surprise, she stilled, and pleasantly relinquished her lips to him, trying to return the hot kiss just as fervently. Though he was sure winning this one. Aw shucks, there goes some of her artful hand prints, smeared.
Ah ha, was that her legs going numb? Because she can't feel them. In fact, she feels on fire. Like. Everywhere.
It was lovely and all— FANTASTIC, even— however Astrid eventually gripped his shoulders, gently forced a gap between them, their lips smacking free. Not to shove him away, but to allow her to breathe.
Breathlessly, and chest heaving a little, she met his eyes, exhaling a very appropriate, "—Wow."
Where did THAT come from?
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"Sorry, I'm sorry--I--I don't know what's come over me, I just--"
Don't hit him, he just kinda loves you and thinks you're super hot.
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Oh, Gods. Oh, Hiccup, the ceremony hasn't even finished and... and with all these people, she's not sure if she's ready on becoming an exhibitionist just yet, and these traditional outfits are already loose as it is...
Letting out choked laughter and even a few out of character giggles, Astrid tried to calm him, dodging the last few kisses as soon as she managed to free her lips again. "H-Hic—Hiccup... Hiccup. Hiccup, people are—are moving on, we should go, hah ha, we have to go now!"
When he finally let up and collapsed against her, she couldn't help her grinning, and supported him. "Mm, no, no... it's fine. It's fine, really."
Wow.
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Hiccup suddenly drew away from her, but only to climb to his feet, snagging her hand to pull her up with him, so they could go over and get married.
They needed to get to the huts. Some privacy.
Or he needed a cold dunk in a lake or pond somewhere.
Either way, they had to get this over with to get there.
"Let's go. Let's--let's go go go. With the marrying."
He felt giddy. He felt giddy and happy and he felt like every nerve was on fire in the best way possible.
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He was just so earnest to... to marry her. He just didn't care if it was fake, either. It felt good.
And that energy and frustrated sound just a moment ago. A devious smirk overshadowed her smile as she took a mental note.
Interesting.
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The things he paid the most attention to were how Astrid's hands felt holding his own and how her bright eyes glittered when the little lights started to flicker around them both. He was transfixed by her lips, too, at how they looked every time they parted, and it felt like his body was attached to hers with some invisible cord at his stomach--every move she made, every gesture reeled him in more, he felt as if his body was keyed in to hers.
And oh, shoulders. He never really got to see those--or this much of her body in general. (Her thighs were partly bare, nnngh).
The lights swirled, some sharp and moving forcefully, blending with other soft, slower ones, and he wasn't sure if the sharp ones were supposed to be her and the soft ones were supposed to be him, or vice versa, or if they represented them both, but either way, they came together in some swirling approximation of the Northern Lights, like they'd seen so many times over their home rippling across the sky.
Not that he noticed the lights that much.
Nnngh. Shoulders.