#the pursuit

[femininenachos]

10 years of Clexa kisses (The Pursuit edition)

The Sanctum is decked out in surprisingly opulent style for an establishment this far out in the wilderness. The plush carpets and tasseled drapes, the crystal chandelier in the lobby, down to the snooty, crisply-uniformed staff manning the front desk could all be transported from a grand hotel in Paris or London. Or so Lexa imagines. The farthest east she’s been is Chicago, which is as near to a foreign country as she’s ever likely to get.

But that’s by the by. She isn’t here to admire the decor or the hospitality.

She has one singular concern in mind, and anticipation is coiled tight in her belly when she raps her knuckles against the door of the room at the end of the corridor.

Seconds trickle by.

While she waits, she leans a shoulder against the wall. Legs crossed at the ankles. Casual-like. Although inside her nerves are jangling like a gunslinger’s in the eerie lull before a quick draw.

She listens out for movement, hears some indistinct shuffling and scraping, then the faint patter of feet before the door is finally thrown open.

Without so much as a “howdy”, Clarke gets straight down to brass tacks. Pounces. Just grabs Lexa by the front of her blouse and yanks her inside the room, into a kiss so forceful it knocks the hat clean off Lexa’s head.

It’s more of a mauling than a kiss, but Lexa surely isn’t complaining. She’s always appreciated a girl with spirit and, heck, Clarke has it in spades. It’s only when they break for air that Lexa takes command. She spins them around and traps Clarke’s front against the closed door. Busies herself with the tiny fastenings on the dress while she sucks a possessive kiss at the top of Clarke’s spine, letting out a low growl when she can’t get the garment undone fast enough.

But Lexa triumphs eventually, shoving rough handfuls of silk from Clarke’s body, then she gets to work on loosening the stays of the corset. All the while Clarke is breathing heavily, half laughing at Lexa’s little grunts of frustration until at last she frees Clarke of the restrictive contraption, peeling it off and letting it land with a dull thud on the floor.

Lexa tugs Clarke back around by the elbow.

Only to pull in a soft gasp.

Because a perfect, narrow beam of sunlight is cast across Clarke’s features, catching her eyes and making them glow. Irises so astoundingly blue, they don’t seem real.

Lexa ain’t the religious sort, but Clarke in this light is verging on something holy.

She doesn’t know what her face is doing presently—whatever it is makes Clarke shake her head. “Don’t be looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you intend to court me.”

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[surfboardingcat]

Lord Pinkleton in broadway cinderella is French and my only logic for this because I still haven’t watched it is that he has one line in a song where he sounds like the peas from Veggietales and those peas are French.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Jolinar Aren, showing back up in The Ragged Flagon after Mercer told everyone she was dead: Hi, honey, I’m home.

Brynjolf: And what sort of time do you call this?!

[helgiafterdark]

[random-xpressions]

Here's the gist of all my lamentation - this earth and all that it contains could never really quench me. My search and my pursuit had always been about something nameless, something from the beyond. However, I do get a few glimpses in between, a little taste of what it must be like, in a child's innocent laughter, in a mother's selfless love, in a friend's beautiful companionship, in a distant stranger's enchanting eyes that I'm yet to see...

Random Xpressions

[thequeendomhq]

THE PURSUIT ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. UTP SPECIES. Faimen FACTION. UTP OCCUPATION. Gladiator

You had chosen the mortal life, because what else were you to do with your time? Sure, it wasn’t forever, but an extended chance at screwing things up? That was going to be an easy pass. You had a knack for stealing, but that’s only because you had to. But you also weren’t good at it. You’d take, and take, get caught, get released, and take again. Sometimes you learned your lesson, but the lesson was easy: don’t steal from that person again. So off you went, back into the world, to do more nefarious things. You had a big ego, so when you got a manhunt on your back, you thought: this was your big moment. You sent them on a wild goose chase, and it was fun while it lasted - until you were caught. You had a debt to pay, and choosing to become a gladiator seemed like the best way out. Life in Avalon didn’t seem so bad as you wasted your mortal years in a Ludus, but once you were free, you decided that once again you had something to live for. Being a gladiator was fun, and if you were to die, then so be it.

CONNECTS

N/A

NOTES

ABILITY: Teleportation: The ability to teleport to a distance nearby in their ling of sight.

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[inkandbirch]

The Pursuit.

We chase, we climb, we achieve… and then what?

[scuffedgrannysblog]

The Pursuit by Jim Ruth

A family memoir which is also a potted American history, showing the author's family members' significant involvement in many key events

You can tell on reading this book from the tone of author, Jim Ruth, that he is very proud of his family lineage, and rightly so. From the first voyage that brought the Ruths to America from mainland Europe to the present day, Ruth has been able to chart from many diverse sources, a history of his family which transposes well into a book for others, who are not of the Ruth clan, to read and…

[xboxissues]

New Xbox Games for January 13 to January 17 2025

[grainelevator]

Faraway views (right lens of my binoculars)

[pangur-and-grim]

I’m happy that Belphie and Grim are friends, but I have……mixed feelings, about how he’s begun modelling his behaviour off her. she is SUCH a cranky grandma, and now I have my tiny kitten whining and grumbling over everything just like she does

[femininenachos]

Hi. I've noticed you changed the number of chapters for your fic "the pursuit". Did you change your mind about the epilogue?

I want to return to it when I feel inspired enough, but I didn’t want the 7/8 chapter count hanging over me in the meantime, considering the main story is complete and the epilogue would just be an added bonus. I do plan to write it at some point, I just don’t know when that will be, sorry!

[jaybateman]

Why is it so hard to describe?

I, would call it love if it rhymed

But I need the perfect word

I even rehearsed it first

So I won’t get confused

So I know how to use, this thing

Girl, it’s the only truth

It’s the only damn thing

In my understanding

That could get us through

The word is you

And the word is you

It’s you baby..

[helgiafterdark]