FIC: Untitled (Mindfang♠Redglare)
Creator: supergummy
Title: Untitled
Cliche: Missing scene
Rating: PG-13
Trigger Warnings: non-con, mindgames, a little blood
Summary: The beginning of a beautiful kismesis-ship.
In the beginning, Mindfang had never thought much of the teal-blooded neophyte sent
after her. In fact, upon her first glance toward the other troll from over an upturned
nose, Mindfang thought it a mere formality - a chuckle and a friendly nod from the
other nobles of her time, a reference to how idiotic and therefore easy the poor were
to manipulate. Even though she was no fan of the binding, sticky political world the
higher caste lived in, Mindfang knew the true extent of the poor's gullibility very well.
She did not think to create her own bond with the teal-blood, though that would be
what would happen. Mindfang hadn't thought of filling that quadrant even after her
kismesis's…..sudden end. But that's how it played out, that's what fate had in mind for
the two of them surprisingly.
Redglare, although immune to the pirate's mind control abilities, had rather unwittingly
entangled herself in the vast web of her so-called prey. There was no backup to be
seen, how convenient. Mindfang, as her swashbuckling crew escorted the neophyte to
the brig, cunningly entertained the idea of making Redglare walk the plank and watch
as she was torn into ribbons by hungry sharks. But that would be anti-climatic, don't you
think? Not only that, but it would also put her superiors in an awkward position, and their
current favor with her may falter, so perhaps the smartest thing to do…would be to play
with her new toy and let her go. The idea easily put a satisfied smirk on Mindfang's face
- nothing pleased her more than a bout of psychological sabotage.
For a prisoner on a ship with as bad of a reputation as Mindfang's, Redglare was as
cool as an ice cube. She sat calmly in her cell, the red coloring of her glasses glowing
against the dim light. Mindfang dismissed the guards and paused in front of the
legislacerator, her vision eightfold taking in the sight before her. What should she do
first? Run her hands up those strong legs? Or perhaps start with her neck and work her
way down? A quick nip to the cheek or shoulder may be a nice way to begin this new
game….
Redglare regarded her with distaste as Mindfang entered the cell, tactfully tucking the
key into her bosom as she stepped closer to the unhappy troll. "Now what 8rings you so
far out, Redglare?"
The tealblood does not respond. She shifts in her chains and continues to glare
at her captor. Mindfang's smirk widens as she runs her fingertips over Redglare's
shoulder. "Did you come all this way just to see me?" The pirate leaned closer to the ear
of her plaything, her voice growing low and husky as she whispered: "I did not know the
grand highblood's lapdog would be so thoughtful as to simply appear on my ship." She
nips at the spot between Redglare's neck and ear, drawing blood. "Or so stupid."
Redglare does not so much as jump or whine from such treatment, she has too much
pride to give a sadistic dominatrix such as Mindfang what she loves most: a reaction.
Redglare knows her prey well enough that she does this with almost every prisoner.
She enjoys gaining their affection through such actions until they beg for her touch, her
attention - things which Redglare can live without. There were no red feelings within
either of them, Redglare only held the blackest of feelings for the pirate. However, so
business-like this tealblood was that she had no plans as to act on these feelings. No, it
would be apprehend, sentence, hanging - nothing else. Nothing to get in the way of this
plan would be tolerated. All Redglare wants is for this criminal to hang from a rope at
her trial…her upcoming trial.
"Still," Mindfang settled in Redglare's lap, leaving the two nose to nose - too close if
you asked Redglare, "I try not to look a gift hoof8east in the mouth, life on the open
sea is soooooooo 8oring….and lonely." The pirate walked her fingers up Redglare's
sides, winking at the legislacerator when their eyes met. Redglare would not admit it,
but Mindfang could plainly see the scorn she held behind those atrocious glasses…and
it pleased the pirate beyond words. Her fangs poked out from behind her devious
smirk as her hands reached Redglare's outfit's collar. It would not take much effort to
remove the piece of clothing….but Mindfang was…'playing' so she undid it only halfway
- enough to expose the woman's shoulder bones where she continued her onslaught,
leaning in to leave both kisses and bites on her prisoner's skin. Redglare suddenly
tensed, it was slight - as if she had wanted to hide it - but Mindfang felt it and pressed
her smirking mouth to her spot. "Enjoying yourself?" The pirate's hands settled on
Redglare's chest, feeling the restrained rhythm of her breathing.
Oh she was a riot.
Her hand settled on the back of Redglare's neck while the other perched itself on
the junction lying between Redglare's left forearm and bicep. The pirate took in the
grand sight of her work. from the neck down to her shoulders the proud legislacerator
was covered in hickeys, nasty nips, and her own little droplets of blood. To say the
least, Mindfang was pleased with herself - having her so called 'hunter' in such a
compromising situation simply tickled her funny bone [among other places] in the most
divine of ways. Redglare's blood was not only running down, into the cloth-obscured
depths of Redglare's frame, but it had coated Mindfang's tongue in a euphoric, metallic
flavor…stained her blue lips with teal smears and splatters. Her tongue slowly snuck out
to lick her lips clean of her enemy's blood, the taste bringing a smile to the pirate's face.
A insidious…possibly sadistic smile….but a smile no less.
Redglare refuses to comment, angry that her body has long since betrayed her after
Mindfang's promiscuous advances. She knows there is a darkening hue forming on
her cheeks, revealing her own bodies welcoming reaction to Mindfang's 'game'. Her
collapsing and expanding vascular system was beating twice as fast as before, but one
thing was crystal clear to Redglare.
She had never hated someone more without any restraint…ever
Hungrily, Mindfang dove in to claim Redglare's lips, resulting in a violent and messy
exchange between the two - incapable of being poetically described of anything
else other than hatesnogging. Redglare did, in fact, return the kiss - giving in to her
blackrom feelings for the pirate at last - and bit down on the pirate's probing tongue
when it entered the sanctity of the tealblood's mouth. Sucking the blood from it
almost…sensually before relinquishing it. Mindfang leaned back, the blood of both
Redglare and her own mixing together in her mouth…in the legislacerator's mouth.
Mindfang gave her a crooked grin as she licked the traces of blood from her lips.
Before she could lean forward to reclaim Redglare's lips; however, Redglare's fist came
rocketing in toward the side of her head. Caught completely off guard, Mindfang fell to
the floor like a wet rag. Redglare held up the pin she had picked her own chain lock with
before promptly jamming it into the other lock, freeing her other hand.
Mindfang growled and leapt to her feet, now hearing the sounds of destruction coming
from above deck…had this all been Redglare's doing? Truly? Redglare pauses for a
moment, leaning forward to leave a small bite/kiss on Mindfang's neck, leaving not
only a mark…but also a swirl of blue and teal. Mindfang was not so easily fooled, and
instantly shoved the other troll away. Redglare frowned, perhaps getting the key back
would not be so easy. Still, this was her job and she would see it through to the finish
with unflinching resolve, like always. The law would triumph over this degenerate, this
was her oath.
Mindfang drew her sword. Redglare paused and adjusted her position, moving
backwards. Mindfang snorted and arrogantly moved forward, only to have the ceiling
break open and to lock eyes with burning pools of hot, unforgiving lava. With her vision
eightfold burning away, Mindfang faltered, allowing Redglare to escape through the new
hole. With a deep breath in, she fixed her clothing, enclosing her shoulders and neck in
her clothing once more before taking the offered staff from her lusus. This had been the
plan all along…..though Redglare hadn't intended to come so close to filling a quadrant
with the pirate. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a member of Mindfang's crew
with a dire need for a sharp impalement to the torso. She remedied that for him swiftly
- no charge. As she pulled her staff from the troll, she noticed Mindfang climbing up out
of the brig, her vision eightfold now stained over by a bright red slate, and looked at
Redglare with the intent to maim and skewer.
Mindfang gritted her teeth, knowing at a glance that the dragon hand decimated her
fleet and taken away her precious vision. That did not make Redglare strong….no it just
made her aligned with a freakishly powerful lusus that she did not deserve! She saw
Redglare gently touch the dragon, and it took its perch on the very edge of what was left
of her precious….flaming boat. Mindfang charged, never one to give up no matter what
the odds were. Redglare, equally as determined raised her staff to meet her.
Such is what kismesises do, no?
Title: Untitled
Cliche: Missing scene
Rating: PG-13
Trigger Warnings: non-con, mindgames, a little blood
Summary: The beginning of a beautiful kismesis-ship.
In the beginning, Mindfang had never thought much of the teal-blooded neophyte sent
after her. In fact, upon her first glance toward the other troll from over an upturned
nose, Mindfang thought it a mere formality - a chuckle and a friendly nod from the
other nobles of her time, a reference to how idiotic and therefore easy the poor were
to manipulate. Even though she was no fan of the binding, sticky political world the
higher caste lived in, Mindfang knew the true extent of the poor's gullibility very well.
She did not think to create her own bond with the teal-blood, though that would be
what would happen. Mindfang hadn't thought of filling that quadrant even after her
kismesis's…..sudden end. But that's how it played out, that's what fate had in mind for
the two of them surprisingly.
Redglare, although immune to the pirate's mind control abilities, had rather unwittingly
entangled herself in the vast web of her so-called prey. There was no backup to be
seen, how convenient. Mindfang, as her swashbuckling crew escorted the neophyte to
the brig, cunningly entertained the idea of making Redglare walk the plank and watch
as she was torn into ribbons by hungry sharks. But that would be anti-climatic, don't you
think? Not only that, but it would also put her superiors in an awkward position, and their
current favor with her may falter, so perhaps the smartest thing to do…would be to play
with her new toy and let her go. The idea easily put a satisfied smirk on Mindfang's face
- nothing pleased her more than a bout of psychological sabotage.
For a prisoner on a ship with as bad of a reputation as Mindfang's, Redglare was as
cool as an ice cube. She sat calmly in her cell, the red coloring of her glasses glowing
against the dim light. Mindfang dismissed the guards and paused in front of the
legislacerator, her vision eightfold taking in the sight before her. What should she do
first? Run her hands up those strong legs? Or perhaps start with her neck and work her
way down? A quick nip to the cheek or shoulder may be a nice way to begin this new
game….
Redglare regarded her with distaste as Mindfang entered the cell, tactfully tucking the
key into her bosom as she stepped closer to the unhappy troll. "Now what 8rings you so
far out, Redglare?"
The tealblood does not respond. She shifts in her chains and continues to glare
at her captor. Mindfang's smirk widens as she runs her fingertips over Redglare's
shoulder. "Did you come all this way just to see me?" The pirate leaned closer to the ear
of her plaything, her voice growing low and husky as she whispered: "I did not know the
grand highblood's lapdog would be so thoughtful as to simply appear on my ship." She
nips at the spot between Redglare's neck and ear, drawing blood. "Or so stupid."
Redglare does not so much as jump or whine from such treatment, she has too much
pride to give a sadistic dominatrix such as Mindfang what she loves most: a reaction.
Redglare knows her prey well enough that she does this with almost every prisoner.
She enjoys gaining their affection through such actions until they beg for her touch, her
attention - things which Redglare can live without. There were no red feelings within
either of them, Redglare only held the blackest of feelings for the pirate. However, so
business-like this tealblood was that she had no plans as to act on these feelings. No, it
would be apprehend, sentence, hanging - nothing else. Nothing to get in the way of this
plan would be tolerated. All Redglare wants is for this criminal to hang from a rope at
her trial…her upcoming trial.
"Still," Mindfang settled in Redglare's lap, leaving the two nose to nose - too close if
you asked Redglare, "I try not to look a gift hoof8east in the mouth, life on the open
sea is soooooooo 8oring….and lonely." The pirate walked her fingers up Redglare's
sides, winking at the legislacerator when their eyes met. Redglare would not admit it,
but Mindfang could plainly see the scorn she held behind those atrocious glasses…and
it pleased the pirate beyond words. Her fangs poked out from behind her devious
smirk as her hands reached Redglare's outfit's collar. It would not take much effort to
remove the piece of clothing….but Mindfang was…'playing' so she undid it only halfway
- enough to expose the woman's shoulder bones where she continued her onslaught,
leaning in to leave both kisses and bites on her prisoner's skin. Redglare suddenly
tensed, it was slight - as if she had wanted to hide it - but Mindfang felt it and pressed
her smirking mouth to her spot. "Enjoying yourself?" The pirate's hands settled on
Redglare's chest, feeling the restrained rhythm of her breathing.
Oh she was a riot.
Her hand settled on the back of Redglare's neck while the other perched itself on
the junction lying between Redglare's left forearm and bicep. The pirate took in the
grand sight of her work. from the neck down to her shoulders the proud legislacerator
was covered in hickeys, nasty nips, and her own little droplets of blood. To say the
least, Mindfang was pleased with herself - having her so called 'hunter' in such a
compromising situation simply tickled her funny bone [among other places] in the most
divine of ways. Redglare's blood was not only running down, into the cloth-obscured
depths of Redglare's frame, but it had coated Mindfang's tongue in a euphoric, metallic
flavor…stained her blue lips with teal smears and splatters. Her tongue slowly snuck out
to lick her lips clean of her enemy's blood, the taste bringing a smile to the pirate's face.
A insidious…possibly sadistic smile….but a smile no less.
Redglare refuses to comment, angry that her body has long since betrayed her after
Mindfang's promiscuous advances. She knows there is a darkening hue forming on
her cheeks, revealing her own bodies welcoming reaction to Mindfang's 'game'. Her
collapsing and expanding vascular system was beating twice as fast as before, but one
thing was crystal clear to Redglare.
She had never hated someone more without any restraint…ever
Hungrily, Mindfang dove in to claim Redglare's lips, resulting in a violent and messy
exchange between the two - incapable of being poetically described of anything
else other than hatesnogging. Redglare did, in fact, return the kiss - giving in to her
blackrom feelings for the pirate at last - and bit down on the pirate's probing tongue
when it entered the sanctity of the tealblood's mouth. Sucking the blood from it
almost…sensually before relinquishing it. Mindfang leaned back, the blood of both
Redglare and her own mixing together in her mouth…in the legislacerator's mouth.
Mindfang gave her a crooked grin as she licked the traces of blood from her lips.
Before she could lean forward to reclaim Redglare's lips; however, Redglare's fist came
rocketing in toward the side of her head. Caught completely off guard, Mindfang fell to
the floor like a wet rag. Redglare held up the pin she had picked her own chain lock with
before promptly jamming it into the other lock, freeing her other hand.
Mindfang growled and leapt to her feet, now hearing the sounds of destruction coming
from above deck…had this all been Redglare's doing? Truly? Redglare pauses for a
moment, leaning forward to leave a small bite/kiss on Mindfang's neck, leaving not
only a mark…but also a swirl of blue and teal. Mindfang was not so easily fooled, and
instantly shoved the other troll away. Redglare frowned, perhaps getting the key back
would not be so easy. Still, this was her job and she would see it through to the finish
with unflinching resolve, like always. The law would triumph over this degenerate, this
was her oath.
Mindfang drew her sword. Redglare paused and adjusted her position, moving
backwards. Mindfang snorted and arrogantly moved forward, only to have the ceiling
break open and to lock eyes with burning pools of hot, unforgiving lava. With her vision
eightfold burning away, Mindfang faltered, allowing Redglare to escape through the new
hole. With a deep breath in, she fixed her clothing, enclosing her shoulders and neck in
her clothing once more before taking the offered staff from her lusus. This had been the
plan all along…..though Redglare hadn't intended to come so close to filling a quadrant
with the pirate. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a member of Mindfang's crew
with a dire need for a sharp impalement to the torso. She remedied that for him swiftly
- no charge. As she pulled her staff from the troll, she noticed Mindfang climbing up out
of the brig, her vision eightfold now stained over by a bright red slate, and looked at
Redglare with the intent to maim and skewer.
Mindfang gritted her teeth, knowing at a glance that the dragon hand decimated her
fleet and taken away her precious vision. That did not make Redglare strong….no it just
made her aligned with a freakishly powerful lusus that she did not deserve! She saw
Redglare gently touch the dragon, and it took its perch on the very edge of what was left
of her precious….flaming boat. Mindfang charged, never one to give up no matter what
the odds were. Redglare, equally as determined raised her staff to meet her.
Such is what kismesises do, no?