Theawokenqueen:

theawokenqueen‌:

Something about the breath combined with the noise of the rifle bolt sliding into place sends a shiver down her spine, and she takes a long breath in before letting it out in a huff. Her eyes are quick to return to the datapad in her hand, trying to brush off her Wrath’s horrible teasing. She scrolls through the report in front of her without really processing the words. They are almost blurred on the screen, and she knows she is not going to get anything done like this.

“No… you are doing your job, my Wrath,” she says, looking towards Petra out of the corner of her eyes. She refuses to make direct eye contact. She lifts a hand to the pendant that rests just above her chest, fingers idly toying with it. Something to draw Petra’s gaze. “It just feels as though you wish to say something. Or that you want something.”

     Now, Petra’s eye is drawn. She lets out a snort of a breath in amusement as Mara plays with the pendant of her necklace, wetting her lips and shaking her head as she hefts the rifle back up into her hands and averts her gaze. The pad of her index finger ghosts the contour of the trigger as sweetly as a woman’s curves once, twice. Again. An idle movement, as she checks the scope with her lone eye.

     “I can’t think of anything I could want from you, my lady. I am at your service completely and without reserve. If you have some task for me, then... It is your job to request it of me, no? Not the other way around.” Petra sets the rifle down at her side with a chuckle before slipping the Vestian Dynasty from its holster at her hip and smoothing her fingers down its barrel. Another click as she tightens that grip at the last second, cocking the sidearm and humming her satisfaction.

&&. FAMOUS FIRST LINES OF POETRY.

        ➳    BOLD THE ONES THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  //  tyger tyger, burning bright,  //  i have done it again,  //  do not go gentle into that good night,  //  the sea is calm to-night,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies,  //  let us go then, you and i,  //  april is the cruelest month,  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends,  //  i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in my heart ), // two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  //  whose woods these are i think i know,  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest;  //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  //  i taught myself to live simply and wisely,  // it so happens i am sick of being a man,  //  i wandered lonely as a cloud,  //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  //  o captain ! my captain ! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me,  //  it was many and many a year ago,  //  you may write me down in history,  //  do not stand at my grave and weep,  //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice,  //  hope is the thing with feathers,  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  no man is an island,  //  remember me when i am gone away,  //  i met a traveler from an antique land,  //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  //  this is thy hour o soul,  //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies,  //  death be not proud,  //  and death shall have no dominion,  // laugh, and the world laughs with you;  //  the art of losing isn’t hard to master;  //  to see a world in a grain of sand,  //  is there anybody there ? said the traveler  //  nobody heard him, the dead man,  //  that crazed girl improving her music,  //  come to me in the silence of the night;  //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,  //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow, //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty,  //  life, believe, is not a dream,  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows,  //  come live with me and be my love  //  had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense,  //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art —  //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,  //  how do i love thee ? let me count the ways,  // in visions of the dark night,  //  shall i compare thee to a summers day ?  //  break, break, break, //  she walks in beauty,  //  i had a dream, which was not at all a dream,  //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands,  // heaven is what i cannot reach ! //  my dear, my dear, i know.  

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theawokenqueen‌:

“Your gaze says otherwise, my Wrath,” she says, fingers abandoning her pendant. She sets her datapad back on the table, and smooths her hands over her shirt. She is dressed more casually today, preferring comfort to anything else. One hand comes back up, idly unbutton one, then two buttons on her shirt, before rolling her shoulders as she tries to make herself relax. Petra is driving her mad, and she is doing her best to not show it. She is trying to play her game, but the woman isn’t taking the bait it seems. 

She watches Petra handle her sidearm with narrowed eyes. Fingers tap against the surface of the table. She is weighing her options now. Work is already out the window; she is far too distracted to get anything done, but to engage, she loses this battle of wills. “I do not have a task for you, no… simply do your job, as you were. But… come closer. You are too far away for my comfort.”

     “Unless you’re in my head again, which you have every right to be of course, I don’t think you’re in any place to tell me what my gaze says, my queen.” Petra purses her lips slightly, unable to help her smile as she peers over at Mara. She watches those buttons flick open, feels her mouth water, feels warmth creep up her neck — And in that moment she is glad for the high collar of the combat skin worn beneath her armor. “...Unless I am wrong, and you are in such a place.”

     Petra rises to her feet with a roll of her shoulders that could easily be interpreted as a shrug at Mara’s beck and call, holstering the sidearm and lifting the rifle by its barrel with one hand. She carries the Supremacy over like a hunter might carry an empty shotgun after a long day of hunting, and then rests upon it like a walking stick, though she does not place any of her weight on it, simply a shift in posture. “Of course. Just tell me where you want me, and... I am yours of course,” she says softly, grinning a cocky smile as she looks upon Mara warmly. Her gaze remains on the queen’s face. She is not distracted. Not yet.

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. ]

Mara: [is cryptic with petra]

Petra: understandable have a nice day. i would kill and die for you regardless

Literally Anyone Else: [is cryptic with petra]

Petra: this is the most infuriating moment of my life. then perish

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.”