DLTY

DLTY

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

[ petra tries to keep her deviance under wraps for the most part, and has never given into curiosity when it comes to the eliksni. that said, some wires definitely got crossed regarding her near death experience on amethyst - there is a part of her that wants to be at the mercy of a big, four armed alien lady in a very different way, or is at the very least incredibly curious about it. ]

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

[ petra likes her bed, but more than that, she liked being out in the wilds of the dreaming city. nature is where she is most comfortable, and more than that, where she feels she has the most privacy and freedom. ]

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

[ petra doesn’t own many toys, but mara does, and petra loves to make use of them. she prefers giving to receiving when it comes to toys, though she owns one (1) vibrator and uses it every now and then when she’s got the time and patience to take care of herself. ]

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

[ her drive is generally average for someone her biological age, though her posting and her job leaves very little room for personal time. it can result in a backlog of frustration of sorts, especially with the excitement she tends to derive from sparring and firefights, which mara tends to bear the brunt of when they are together. ]

spadeshunter‌:

@queenswrxth​   //   sc.

          “    okay,  here’s the plan.    i’m gonna run in,  shoot ‘em up,  tell ‘em what we’re here for,  and then boom !    profit !    easy,  right?    and if i die,  it’s fine,  because i have sundance with me so i’ll get resurrected.    ”    a pause.    “    then i’ll find the closest ramen shop and have ramen,  as one does.    yeah,  sounds good.    oh !    you’re my back-up so i die less.    ”

     “I think at least two of those are in the very wrong order, Cayde.” The words spoken with a hint of bubbling amusement, Petra Venj, queen of collateral damage and very little else, looks over the hunter vanguard with a smirk on her face she finds difficult to wipe off in his presence. It is little wonder the pair have such a blast radius — Petra would like to think at least a few meters of it can be blamed on the exo. 

     “How does this sound — I’ll watch your back, like I always do, we storm in together,” sharply, she wrenches Mara’s gift from its sheathe at her waist, “you ‘shoot ‘em up’, I do the talking and the ‘asking’, and then boom! A few less holes in your stomach, for that soup to leak out of.”

E, Q, S

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

[ petra isn’t incredibly experienced. she’s only ever been with mara, and even then only a handful of times - her first time was a day or so before she shipped off to the front lines (after which she was banished to the city) and then she had only a brief time as queen’s wrath to spend with mara before mara’s ‘death’. ]

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

[ petra isn’t very good at these. she likes to take her time with her partner, and rushed sex makes her feel nervous. even in spontaneous encounters, she’s never fast enough to have anything she’s done be considered a ‘quickie’. ]

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

[ petra is a soldier, and a specialized one at that. she has all the stamina that comes along with such a position, and can go for quite a while - that said, she’s mostly content at one or two, as is mara, so they rarely push on longer than it takes for them to find that initial, hazy satisfaction. ]

[ catch me going through my mobile tbe tag and fixing the posts there instead of working on replies bc i’m a terrible procrastinator. that being said, goin thru these, y’all really only gear up and send me asks when i reblog smth filthy huh?? ]

spadeshunter‌:

          “    y’know what ?    that sounds great,  as long as you never diss the ramen again by calling it a soup.    i mean,  you’re not wrong,  but it is so,  so much more.    ”    he has an grin on his face,  despite the fact that he can’t actually grin.    “    but my plan was still just as good as yours !    c’mon,  it was a totally sound strategy !    it woulda worked.    ”

          sundance took the chance to appear,  with a playfully chimed “    no it would not    ” in her voice.    which prompted the hunter vanguard to gently grab his ghost and nudge her away.

          “    ahem.    so uh,  we go in,  shoot ‘em up,  you can do the ‘    fun part    ’ of talking and asking,  then we have profit !    sounds good.    i think sundance would agree.    ”    a glance to his ghost,  and she was giving him a Look.    “    …    close enough !    ”

     “You’re right, Cayde. It’s a soup with noodles.” That faint accent, the one that marks her as other, shines through in her voice even as she teases him with the veracity of a child in grade school. She sheathes her knife just as sharply as she had wrenched it free, slipping the Vestian Dynasty from its holster and giving it a quick once over before flicking off the safety. “You go in front, I’ll clean up behind. Save me the big one and we’ll have this little ‘salvage’ situation sorted in no time.” The wrath turned regent glances around the corner, checking her sights without being seen.

     She trusts the hunter vanguard’s intel. And even if she didn’t, she would still be here. Though she would sooner die than speak it out loud, this kind of bloodshed from their mutual enemies has become a small solace, one she relies on more heavily than a crutch. There is drowning yourself in drink, there is drowning yourself in work. And then there is drowning yourself in the sound of gunfire and hissing energy bolts, drowning yourself in adrenaline as bullets sing overhead as you duck for cover and you can almost forget, forget, forget — “Are you ready?”

poisedalacrity‌:

                      “…oi, y’dropped something.”

        Words spoken after tapping on another’s shoulder, holding up a knife by the blade. “Think your holster might be gettin’ loose, or the sheath isn’t the right size.”

     On her worst days, the wrath practically drips knives, from every sheathe, and every hidden holster. Usually so neat and secure and meticulous, and yet, with hours of precious sleep missed, or a slew of poor reports to wake up to in the morning, it isn’t... Uncommon. 

     Rare enough not to pose a danger, but an embarrassment? Surely. “Oh-” There is a pause as she takes it back, looking to the guardian. “Er- Thank you, lightbearer. It has been... It has been a long few weeks.”