alainn_aislinn: (Beauty Danger Same thing)
She stares at it with a curious expression, fingers sliding over the wood. He speaks softly, as he seems to do everything else, treating her like a wild thing that might disappear if he makes any sudden movements. He isn’t far off, and it disconcerts her a little to realize it. She doesn’t like being known.

In that same careful tone he tells her what it is, what it can do. When she asks what sort of magic it is, he blinks and says it is not. It is science. That gets a dismissive frown, because science is a thing of humans, of lesser beings who have not conquered the mysteries of the universe. He lifts one eyebrow and asks her if her people can travel through space and time. She does not deign to answer, stroking the wood of the box with a sort of reverence. It pulses, is alive, and somehow it seems to know her, though she thinks it is like him, knowing the Other, elsewhere. She is not her, and they would both do well to learn that.

But just like the Other, when he opens the door, she steps in eagerly, always too curious for her own good.


OOC Note: Based on RP with [livejournal.com profile] thecricketer

OMP: Kiss

Jun. 12th, 2007 01:14 pm
alainn_aislinn: (Toxic love)
It always starts with a kiss. It always ends with one, too, but she tries not to think about that too much. It’s there, though, lingering as she watches him in the pub, eyes dark. He’s different, but that’s all right. So is she. He is not an artist, as such, but there is creative energy in him.

She ponders him, watching his fingers, watching his lips. A mystery, and a riddle and that intrigues her. Little else does these days, so points to him for that. The strange behavior of trusting her, she dismisses with a shrug. Foolish creature, if he thinks she is worthy of it. But then, he seems to think she is something else. Knows her, but not, and she wonders, briefly, what this other her must be like in this other world where things did not go the way they went here. When a kiss was never final, and his life had not sucked into her and where he walked the world instead of only being carried in her memory and soul.

She drinks her Guinness, still staring at the stranger and pondering the name he gave her. Theta Sigma. Greek, but he’s not, and she wonders if the translation is purely accurate. The symbols he traced were not, and for a moment the mystery distracts her from the musician on the stage and her purpose here tonight. She has fed, which gives her time to think, but it all circles back again, and there’s a hunger in her eyes as she watches him that has nothing and everything to do with the look in his eyes when he looks at her.

It always starts with a kiss. She wonders what he will taste like.

ooc: Dark!/Canon!Aislinn freaks me out a little...
alainn_aislinn: (glad to be chained)
Does your muse engage in and/or enjoy sex? Discuss your muse's sexual behavior and conduct.

Aislinn is highly sexual, though perhaps sensual would be a more accurate description lately. I think she's only actually had sex with three people across all games and AUs I have her in in the months I've had her out and playing--Ten, Sam and Byron. That's not counting, of course, the people in my head who are also OCs from her stories who she had relationships with in her past, i.e. Keiran (Devin's father) and Fergus. Or, you know, any of her other artists through the years, but as far as RP decisions/choices go, that's it.

She's tactile. She touches everything, establishing contact that way, and she doesn't have the best boundaries about who is okay to touch and who is not, or what touching might be too intimate by another society's standards. She likes to touch and be touched and takes great comfort from the contact and connection and feels bereft without it. She cannot stand to sleep alone, and usually won't sleep unless she has someone to curl up next to, which can be funny when she sort of ends up in people's beds with absolutely no sexual intent but to be close. She and Byron do that a lot, even now, I think.

Which comm I have her in dictates things, as well. In [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse she is very firmly with the Doctor, and wouldn't even consider sleeping with anyone else (except, well, Five, but once that was explained to her as being BAD, she stopped overtures for that, mostly, because she didn't want to upset anyone. Though she still doesn't understand why it's so bad. But since it makes both Fivey and Ten flail, she's been a good girl. Mostly.)

In [livejournal.com profile] realmofthemuse, she's likely to be more careless with it all, because she isn't tied to anyone, and sexual energy is something she can feed off of, so why wouldn't she? She doesn't have human moral standards to say it's wrong, and if someone seems interesting and has power and energy she can draw from, well, then, why not? Though, possible plot there might have her breaking her "I don't sleep with girls" credo, interestingly enough. It's a credo I've never understood, personally, as honestly I think she's the only muse in my head who hasn't been pretty flexible with sexual orientation. Even my other straight girls aren't so adamantly adverse to experimentation, so that's a...weird sort of quirk in Aislinn, especially given that all of my other Sidhe are pretty firmly bisexual.

In [livejournal.com profile] our_magic_place, she doesn't really have a RP scenario/timeline set, so we'll see what happens there. :) I'm certainly open to most anything.

In general, she does understand monogamy and is more than capable of it when in love, but if not tied to someone, she'd probably be considered promiscuous by human standards, but then, that would be true of most of my Sidhe. It's fun. It's play. And for her and Devin, at least, it's food. She sleeps with most of the artists she inspires, sometimes physically, sometimes in their dreams--either way suits her needs for binding them to her.

She's very open to trying new things and fits herself to the person she's with. Without fitting herself to someone else's desires, if forced to be honest about her own, she's on the submissive and mildly masochistic side (which is why we keep her away from Evil!Five, *nods firmly*), and so she tends to gravitate most strongly to more dominant partners who aren't adverse to mild BDSM, though she doesn't like most major kinks, personally. Still, because of what she is, and how she pulls energy, if the person she's with wants something badly enough, she'd give in to it because their pleasure would be hers, even if it was a bit more extreme than what she instinctively likes. That's really where her as just herself/her as Leanan Sidhe tends to blur a bit and can get her into trouble--if someone feels something strongly enough, she'll pick up on that and lean toward giving into it and enjoying it, even if she hates herself for it the next morning. There's stuff she's done in the past she's not proud of, stuff she'd never want the Doctor (either of them) to know about, though part of that is what's so fun about exploring her darker side in the other games and AUs.
alainn_aislinn: (Not that sort of fairytale)
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move through my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love


He made music, beautiful, haunting, compelling music. Night after night, he came to the glade that connected to my garden, and I could hear him play through the Veil. I was still grieving. I had no use for anything so beautiful. I wanted nothing to do with him, and I resisted its call. But he played as if he played for me alone, though he could not have known I even existed. It brought tears to my eyes and sent everything flying in every direction--thoughts, feelings, space and time itself--until one day I stepped through, just to see him.

He grinned a reckless grin, as if he had always been expecting me, which perhaps he had, playing so much in what the other villagers called a fairy circle, though it was really just mine. His eyes were green, like mine, and I thought mayhap he had Sidhe blood in him somewhere.

I did not wish to be charmed, but without a word, he started to play something for me, something that seemed to pull at everything inside of me, like he knew, could see all the inner corners I hid from everyone because they weren't meant to be seen. I didn't give, but he pulled anyway, shaping his song to me, and offering it back in a silent pact.

My resistance gave out more quickly than I am proud to admit. I have ever been a creature of impulse. I knew the price and so did he, and neither of us cared for that moment, that month, that year. It should have been more, we should have had more time, but things...changed. Things neither of us had bargained for that brought everything to a close much more quickly. He knew, and he held me when I tried to go, tried to protect him. He knew and he wanted, anyway. He understood what it meant, and he didn't care.

And then he was gone, and all I had were memories for months.

Then there was Devin, and I knew he had been right. It was worth it.

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