#c. andromache agrippina

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“Well, that happened.” Jean @ anyone; marvariants

"Not only did it happen...the world didn't end."

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She smiles against his lips when he squeezes her ass laughing after a second. "Well that was very teenager-y of me."

"But we could do more of it?"

yourgirlsfriday​:

“Can I not?” She laughs, reaching out to grab him when he rounds the corner, pulling him toward her. “What should I do instead then, what about…”

Leaning up, she presses her lips to his in a soft kiss.

He blinks as he’s suddenly pulled to her, his eyes meeting hers as his hands slide to her lower back, kissing her back happily his hands shift down slightly to playfully squeeze her ass. 

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   “Miss Leigh, are you trying to get my attention? Because you have it entirely.” 

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@mxrvelouscreations​ said:  “I like what we have…”

“My silence is not an indictment to displeasure, Leigh,” Andromache says softly. “I am happy as we are.” 

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realmofthegods​:

@marveledmuses

Skaði never had any visitors this far up the mountain. She knew of people building so called holiday homes around the place but very rarely did people live in them.

It was her and her tigers and that was the way she liked it. She had distrust for people ever since Loki killed her father and the Æsir tricked her. She was much better living in the snowy mountainside of Midgard, away from all the trouble.

With a bow and arrow in hand she set out for an early morning hunt, having set some traps the night before she would check those while tracking any near by wildlife. She moved unheard and unseen just as a tracker should. There was no deer nearby but she had managed to catch plenty of rabbits.

Her catches slung over her shoulder as she lined up another shot, pulling back the string and just about letting go when a human came in her line of sight, cause her to pull of to the side as the arrow was release whizzing past the women’s face and into a nearby tree.

“You ought to be careful, I could of easily killed you.” She growled out as she walked past the stranger and over to the tree where she pulled out the arrow. “What are doing so far up here anyway? This is not a safe place to be.”

Dromeche has been contemplating moving away from the city for ages now. Her co-workers are starting to comment about her skincare routines, and how good her genes must be. She’s meant to be fifty this year, and while she can get by with saying she colors her hair, the lack of wrinkles though. Without them she’s apparently some nature of marvel. 

It makes things difficult. 

But, up here, in the mountains where the air is brighter, fresher, she doesn’t have to worry about such things. She could garden, she’s a fair hand at that, always has been. The meat and similar amenities might be a touch harder to make work arounds for, but ultimately, Andromache has lived longer without them than with them. 

She’s taken to walking most of her mornings away, book in hand. A way to really get a feel for this area, for these mountains and if she desires to call them home. Unlike many of her half siblings and the ridiculous amount of cousins she has, Andromache has no martial use when it comes to her abilities. Not, at least an active martial use. No extra sensory awareness of others, no heightened sense of smell. 

She is as stunted as most mortals tend to be in such areas. 

The arrow that thunks into the tree, that had flown past her face makes her suck in a sharp breath, her eyes darting to the way the arrow came from. The woman who appears is not what she expects. Or perhaps she is very much what Andromache expects but societies foibles have twisted her. 

“I was unaware there were others who were living here, or vacationing. I am...walking, but I have been present for some weeks now, deciding if I wish to stay. Have you been here long?” 

@marveledmuses

Skaði never had any visitors this far up the mountain. She knew of people building so called holiday homes around the place but very rarely did people live in them.

It was her and her tigers and that was the way she liked it. She had distrust for people ever since Loki killed her father and the Æsir tricked her. She was much better living in the snowy mountainside of Midgard, away from all the trouble.

With a bow and arrow in hand she set out for an early morning hunt, having set some traps the night before she would check those while tracking any near by wildlife. She moved unheard and unseen just as a tracker should. There was no deer nearby but she had managed to catch plenty of rabbits.

Her catches slung over her shoulder as she lined up another shot, pulling back the string and just about letting go when a human came in her line of sight, cause her to pull of to the side as the arrow was release whizzing past the women's face and into a nearby tree.

"You ought to be careful, I could of easily killed you." She growled out as she walked past the stranger and over to the tree where she pulled out the arrow. "What are doing so far up here anyway? This is not a safe place to be."

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        “I need to file some paperwork with HR. For. You know, um. Yeah. It’s an interesting photo.” 

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"Can I not?" She laughs, reaching out to grab him when he rounds the corner, pulling him toward her. "What should I do instead then, what about..."

Leaning up, she presses her lips to his in a soft kiss.

yourgirlsfriday​:

“I’d prefer if you held me to you, but that’s just me,” she chirps teasingly as she skirts around him, disappearing into the stacks.

“Hey! You can’t just say that and wander off!” He calls after her pausing for a moment before following after where she went. 

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"I'd prefer if you held me to you, but that's just me," she chirps teasingly as she skirts around him, disappearing into the stacks.

yourgirlsfriday​:

“You’re incorrigible. You may take a photo of a similar nature of me - later.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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realmofthegods​:

Skaði didn’t wear the normal clothes of the Midgadians. In Summer her clothes were light, fabric that hung over her body just as a simple protective layer, her feet bare, allowing her for quick and silent movements as she hunted, while in winter she dorned pelts from bears that wanted to fight her wolves.

Skaði turned around to face her once more, eyeing the women in front of her. “And why would one want to stay so far from civilization?” She question, not answering the question she was sent herself.

Hades take her. Of course she would be questioned on why she wanted to be so far from the rest of the world. Her teeth press into the side of her cheek and she breathes slowly. She is perfectly capable of answering this without properly answering it. 

Looking down, Dromache plucks at her lawn sundress and hitches a shoulder. “Why does anyone wish to be gone from the so named modern world? It is a cacophony of sound, of people who hardly care for themselves let alone anyone else. It is peaceful here.”