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  1. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    The taller fae pulled Iridia into her lap, squeezing her tightly to shield her from the chilled breeze that rolled through the air. A dark blush flared up onto the thief's cheeks, her eyes widening and her lips pursing together shyly. The small sprite froze for a moment, her body tensing up until a gentle kiss was placed to the back of her head, causing her shoulders to relax, her body leaning back against Rashvana. However, her face still sported a hot, bright red. Iridia looked up to the moon, the clouds illuminated in the dark sky, few stars peering out. "No, it was just a bad dream." The white-haired girl spoke up, stretching her legs out as her back leaned against the chest of the winter fae. "Just got to me a little too much, is all." With another sigh, Iridia shifted to face Rashvana a bit more, her mismatched eyes twinkling under the lunar glow in the sky, her face still flushed and burning. Iridia's pink lips were pulled into a shy smile, her features softening as she focused on the winter girl before her. "Thank you, though." With that, Iridia reached up to gently tuck a piece of light blue hair behind Rashvana's pointed ear, exposing her face more, the thief's fingers brushing against the side of Rashvana's soft face, sweetly. The sprite studied the taller girls expression, her sparkling blue eyes, staring at her lips for a moment too long, wanting desperately to kiss them. The tanned fae found herself leaning forward in the slightest, her green and blue eyes flicking up to meet the mechanics before she pulled herself back. Pursing her lips together out of embarrassment, Iridia turned away, clearing her throat and sliding herself out of Rashvana's lap. "We - uh - we... should start heading out soon." The small girl said, pushing herself up to stand once more, pressing a hand to her chest to calm her heart, which felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest.
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    Pride and Larceny

    The thief breathed heavily and shakily, clinging to the fae as her arm wrapped around Iridia, her white hair stroked softly. Her body was visibly trembling. Iridia was hardly ever terrified, never truly hurt or worried about things, that was until Rashvana showed up in the situation. All she could think about and fret over was the mechanic; her wound, how she felt, her safety, how she thought about the thief. Trying to settle her ragged breaths, the smaller girl slumped against the blue-haired fae, wiping at her mismatched eyes, not daring to let a tear fall. "S-Sorry.." Iridia murmured, forehead still pressed against the other woman, her breath tickling her cool skin. "It was.. a really dumb nightmare. I'm.. not sure why it got to me so much?" Iridia stayed put under the moonlight with Rashvana for a few moments, soaking up her company, knowing exactly why the dream had affected her the way it did. Hearing the mechanics voice, the words spoken with icy hate kept pulling at the sprite's heart, making her uneasy and upset. The smaller girl apologized for rushing over to Rashvana and clinging onto her like a leech, still leaning against her gently, enjoying her hair being stroked softly.
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    Pride and Larceny

    No real dreams came to Iridia as she snored and drooled, her eyebrows furrowing in the slightest as instead, she heard voices surrounding and echoing around her drowsy mind. The voices started off quiet, indistinguishable, but they slowly started to build up, overlapping one another and becoming more angry, more hostile. You're clipped next. She will never love you, no one will. Never trust a thief. You left us to be killed! All you know how to do is lie! You should have died, not us. You betray everyone. Stop hurting more people. All you do is cause trouble. Just be a better person! I loved you, and you took advantage of that. Everyone despises you. ... You deserve to die. Iridia sat up from her slumber quickly, her forehead covered in sweat, white hair sticking to her skin and neck. She had heard the voices in her sleep other times, voices she could recognize as Vox, her parents and people she had wronged in her past, but there was a new voice this time. A lovely chime of bells echoing through her head before she awoke, easily distinguishable as Rashvana's sweet voice. The sprite looked around frantically, not spotting the mechanic, her heart pounding in her chest as her throat tightened, feeling like she might get sick. The white-haired fae felt tears whelm in her eyes as she stood, her body aching with bruises and bumps, spinning to look for her winter girl. "Snowstorm!" Iridia cried out, her voice cracking as she saw the faint glow of the moon on the other woman's light blue locks. The thief ran over, her small feet tapping on the metal before her wings excitedly picked her up and flew her over to Rashvana, her body practically collapsing next to her as she clung on to her arm, resting her forehead against the chilled skin of the mechanic's shoulder. Iridia's body was shaking from the anxiety clutching her chest, her breath huffing as she found comfort and safety near the winter fae.
  4. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    "I don't think anyone saw it was me necessarily, so there shouldn't be too many guards about anyway." Iridia spoke, looking back up to Rashvana as she sat back down. The smaller sprite studied the girl in front of her, taking in her features, her heart pounding against her chest, a blush rising to her face. The winter woman had the face of an angel that Iridia so desperately wanted to touch and press kisses to, long hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and play with, a figure she wanted to touch gently and caress. Swallowing hard, the tanned girl tore her gaze away hesitantly, wanting to admire Rashvana for ages more. The white-haired fae instead looked up to the window, the sun shining through and lighting up the small dark bell room. "I am, however.. a bit sleepy.." Iridia murmured as she slowly lowered herself down to lay on her side, eyes fluttering closed. A big sigh escaped from between her pink lips, allowing her body to relax and fall limp finally. Her body was extremely exhausted but she kept pushing herself for Rashvana's sake: making sure she was taken somewhere safe, flying quite a distance and escaping away from the fae guards with the materials for the winter girl's wounds, carrying her around due to her injured wing. Iridia didn't mind doing it in the slightest, it was the least she could do for the mechanic considering that she was the one who pulled her into their mess of a situation, but it was definitely taking a toll on her small body.
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    Pride and Larceny

    The taller fae pulled Iridia closer as she stood on her knees, dabbing at her cheeks and wounds on her face tenderly, the cool water pleasing to the sprite. With a small sigh, she fluttered her eyes open only to see Rashvana's chest near her face, instantly causing a blush to rise up to her cheeks and pointed ears. Blinking rapidly, Iridia quickly looked away from the mechanics breasts, not wanting to be rude, though she very much would've enjoyed to kiss and touch. The white-haired girl cleared her throat sheepishly, looking up to Rashvana's face, watching how her face concentrated as she cleaned up Iridia's own wounds. "Th.. Thank you." The sprite said, her voice hardly above a whisper as she took in the mechanic's beauty. She stared up at the fae before tearing her gaze away from the winter girl, coming back to her senses, looking down to the ground, trying to avoid catching sight of her chest again as it was still near her face. "We can camp out here for a little bit.. Wait until you have your strength back again and such before moving along and getting you back home."
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    Pride and Larceny

    "I'm just fine, Rashvana." The sprite spoke, unraveling the bandages. "Just thinking, is all." Iridia wrapped her arms around the mechanic for a moment to wrap the bandage around her body, the thin cloth pressing against the sliced skin on her back. The thief's arms and hands brushed softly against the sides of the winter fae every now and then as she continued wrapping the gauze around her body, still a bit silent as she patched up Rashvana. After wrapping it around her quite a few times, Iridia tucked the end of the bandages into the wrappings and set aside what was left to redress it later on. The shorter girl moved from behind the winter woman, a small frown on her lips, a bit of a blank look in her eyes. "You'll probably have some scars.." Iridia spoke softly, unable to look at Rashvana. "Your wing should heal up just fine, though." The small sprite rubbed her arm a bit anxiously, wondering when they would be able to get on the move back home.
  7. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    "The Royals aren't necessarily fans of mine." Iridia answered with a cheesy smile, hoping it would ease her worry. "But it's fine, you don't have any reason to fret." The sprite moved to sit behind the mechanic, slowly untying the bloodied sash from around her body, exposing her cuts and wounds from just the night before. With a shaky sigh, Iridia took in the sight, feeling her heart drop, a sickness overcoming her entire self. This was guilt, and she wasn't used to such a feeling. The small girl took the cream-colored garb and placed it in the water, Rashvana's blood immediately reddening the water. The thief cursed softly as she reached with shaky hands to pull away the mechanic's shirt from the lacerations around her damaged wing. With eyebrows furrowed with concentration and distraught, Iridia took the sash soaked with water into her hands, wringing it out into the bowl and placing the chilled cloth against the mechanic's back. "S-Sorry!" Iridia immediately said as the fae in front of her tensed and seethed with pain. The small girl continued murmuring soft apologies as she gently wiped away the dried up blood away from the slices in the girl's pale skin. Pulling it away to soak back into the bowl, chilled water running down Rashvana's back as it was beginning to look a lot cleaner and fresh. Iridia was mostly quiet, no jokes or teasing remarks despite having the winter fae's bareback in front of her. The crease of her spine down the middle of her back, between her wings, the soft skin between her shoulders she wanted to kiss. With another sigh, Iridia finished cleaning away all the old blood from the previous night's tragedy, placing the soaking sash back into the bowl before reaching for the bandages and a little glass vial she had managed to steal for Rashvana.
  8. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    Iridia looked over to Rashvana as she jerked herself awake, watching as she went straight for the blueberries. With a smile, the sprite sat comfortably, her silvery wings relaxed on her back, her white hair still a mess from her quick getaway, her eyes still looking a bit exhausted. Beside her sat her loot of the silver bracelet, golden coin, bandages and the small bowl that seemed to been have filled with water before the mechanic woke up. Once seeing the red face upon the pale girl, however, the smile fell from Iridia's lips and worry crossed her features. The sprite stood, going over to the injured fae before crouching down near her. "Damn it.." Iridia mumbled, bringing her hand up to cup Rashvana's cheek gently. "I thought we got in here quick enough before the sun roasted ya too much.. You don't have a fever now too, do you?" The sprite questioned, touching her tanned forehead to the mechanic's own to check her temperature, their noses brushing against each other briefly, just like in the dream before things escalated. Iridia pulled back to look at Rashvana, concern clearly placed upon her features. With her white eyebrows knitted together, she stood and grabbed the bandages and bowl of water before the mechanic could even answer. Sitting down in front of the winter fae again, the sprite seemed incredibly eager to help the girl in front of her as much as possible. She was the one who dragged her into this mess of a situation, it was only fair to do what she could to fix what could be repaired. "Not everything.." Iridia spoke, focused on preparing to cleanup some of Rashvana's wounds. "I wanted to grab a few more things, but I think if I stayed there any longer, I would've ended up being killed."
  9. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    Iridia pouted lightly as she entered the bell tower to see the mechanic asleep once more. Looks like she wasn't going to get a reaction from the girl by yelling out, "Honey, I'm home!" The sprite fluttered down from the window to touch down nearby Rashvana, being sure to keep quiet, as she set a big sack down onto the metal. However, it wasn't a bag and was a black cloak, held at the corners to carry everything she brought back from her shopping thieving trip to the Garden. With a heavy sigh, Iridia looked quite tired as she sat, pulling her loot away from the cloak for the mechanic. Her white hair was a mess, wind-blown and tangled, her cheeks were red, glistening a bit from the sweat that coated her warm skin lightly. It was incredibly obvious she had been flying hastily, being quick to take what she needed while keeping herself hidden and getting out of there as quickly as possible. The sprite tried to slow her breathing while her heart raced against her chest, pounding in her ears as she tried to settle down. Iridia pulled the blueberries from the dark cloth, placing them beside the mechanic, so she had a snack to wake up to, as well as pulling the gold coin and setting it off to the side with the silver bracelet she stole from a human, bandages, a small, fae-sized wooden bowl, and a glass vial filled with a clear liquid. Iridia looked down at the items she gathered and sighed once more, a sad look crossing her features. She wished she could've grabbed more, or at least wished she could do more for Rashvana. Taking the soft, black cloak, Iridia scooted herself closer to the winter fae, drawing the garb over her body, much like a blanket. Looking down to the mechanic, Iridia felt another smile creep up to her rosy lips as she reached forward to run her fingers through her long, light-blue locks. When she woke up, Iridia would offer to clean up her wounds and back some, bandage up what needed it and they would relax for a bit before they needed to get going. Especially now that Iridia had stolen from the Garden, the palace would most likely send faeries out to search the area. However, the thief was hardly able to think about such things as she looked down to Rashvana, taking in her beautiful, soft features, already missing the sound of her voice and the way she looked at the sprite. Iridia was so used to people hating her, wanting her dead, that this warmth and compassion that Rashvana kept giving and showing to the smaller girl, was throwing her off completely, but she was beginning to grow accustomed to it, loving every moment of the mechanic's presence.
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    Pride and Larceny

    As Rashvana placed her chilled hand against the thief's cheek, Iridia immediately felt a heated blush rise up to her face and ears. She still didn't understand why the winter fae was worried about her, let alone was being sweet and kind towards her still. However, that didn't stop the smaller girl from nuzzling her face into the mechanic's touch, her lips still curled up in a smile. She blinked up to Rashvana almost innocently; she was shorter and simply adorable, though she still had a mischevious look in her mismatched orbs that practically screamed at the mechanic that she would definitely steal another pocket watch if it came to it. "Blueberries, for the snow angel, and I'll see what I can do for a cover-up." Iridia said as the mechanic pulled her cool, soft touch away from the thief's blushed face. "I'll try not to be too long." With that, Iridia grinned, running to the edge of the metal contraption for the bell and leaping off, her silvery wings taking her into the air and through the window. Her body was still aching and her bruises were pulsing with pain, but she found relief in allowing the soft breeze to carry her through the sky and over the golden city. The thief found it extremely easy to navigate through the city since she really did have the whole map embedded into her brain. There were very few human people out, besides distracted shopkeepers opening up their doors and setting up stands for the day, which made it easy for Iridia to flutter and flit around all of them, snagging a few items in her arms as she headed towards the middle of the city. With a few blueberries in arms, a silver bracelet dangling around her neck and a single golden coin she had tucked into the side of her pants, pressing the cold coin against her skin on her hip, the sprite fluttered silently to where the city garden was, where the royal fae community resided, hiding amongst the trees, fountains, flowers, and bushes. Due to what happened the last time she was here, Iridia would mostly be killed on the spot once noticed, but she wanted to take that chance to get Rashvana what she needed for her wounds. With a concentrated hum, Iridia planted herself atop a nearby building, looking over the prodigious garden, wondering just how she'd be able to get around without being spotted. She placed her loot beside her on the ground, preparing herself to hurry in and out, only grabbing what she needed for the lovely mechanic.
  11. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    “This is Sunset Way, sweetness.” Iridia spoke confidently, a devious grin pulling at her lips, eyes gleaming in the light of the rising sun that shone through the windows. “Home of the strangest magic, most beautiful sunsets, and the headquarters of the royal fae family. I know this place better than my own wings, so there’s no need to worry about little ol' me." Iridia pushed her messy white locks of hair away from her face as she beamed with cocky delight, knowing where the best spots in the town were to pickpocket and steal, understanding exactly where she would need to go for the supplies she would need to bring back. The small sprite had studied maps of the town, including the blueprints of the fae palace, to get a complete grasp on where all entrances, hiding spots and secret paths resided. All of this was thanks to Vox and everything that happened in the past between them. "Any requests while I go out?" Iridia asked, seeming a bit eager to get back into her habit of thieving. "Specific snacks? A necklace of pearls? Shall I pick up another pocketwatch on the way? Blueberries?" The tanned sprite teased, her mismatched eyes watching Rashvana for any reaction.
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    Pride and Larceny

    "Well, considering where we are.." Iridia spoke, looking up to the taller fae who held her close while examining her damaged wrist. It did hurt quite a bit, then again, her entire body was in pain and ached with soreness. "It's going to take us a couple days to get back home." The sprite nuzzled closer, a curious hum coming from the girl. "I wonder.. how Vox got us here so fast then..?" Iridia sensed a discomfort coming from Rashvana, causing the girl to look up to the fae, hoping it wasn’t due to her soft snuggling. The sprite watched as the mechanic looked around frantically before her gaze fell upon the small window above them. Iridia’s head tilted slightly in confusion as the girl she held close asked her question. The sun was still rising over the glittering city, its warmth flooding the streets, heating up buildings and structures as well as the little winter fae. Iridia found it to feel incredibly nice, but soon realized that Rashvana was most likely accustomed to the chilled climate of the Bloodstone Marsh and how shaded and cool it was under the canopies of leaves and branches. “C’mon, snowstorm.” The small girl spoke simply, easily scooping the winter girl off her feet and into her tanned, tone arms. She was cautious not to jostle her around too much, keeping her arm towards the middle of her back to not disturb her new, painful wounds. Iridia was still extremely tired due to the fact that she had used so much of her powers the night before and her body was trying to heal the bruises, cuts and splints she had been caused, but somehow, she was able to confidently hold Rashvana in her arms like the princess she was to the sprite. Iridia’s translucent wings fluttered hard and quick to lift the two of them up to the window, her heart beating harshly against her chest, always eager to hold the mechanic close. Hesitant to put the winter fae down, Iridia held her in her safe arms for a moment or two longer as the thief’s small feet landed on the cool metal of a mechanism to ring the giant bell within the building. The room was a bit dark, save for the light that shone through some of the windows and cracks, exposing the wooden staircase leading down to other parts of the building, the two backwards clock faces on opposite side of the walls, the cold and harsh-looking contraption to make the bell ring on the hour. “This should work for now.” Iridia spoke, sliding Rashvana from her arms to stand on her own. “I may leave to go find some supplies for us soon; food, water, maybe some things to get cleaned up with and such. I’m kinda getting sick of feeling this dried up blood getting all flaky on my face.”
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    Pride and Larceny

    As Iridia was yanked around by the arm, she opened her mouth to retaliate, feeling the anger boil her blood, her cheeks growing hot with agitation as she felt like exploding on the fae once more. However, a soft pair of lips caused the sprite to freeze, words falling short as she blinked rapidly, feeling a warmth overcome her entire body. Rashvana's tone changed, softening as she pulled her lips away from the sprite. Iridia's heart pounded furiously against her chest, her watery eyes squinting, lips pulling themselves into a child-like pout, her shoulders slumping forward a bit in defeat. If there was one way to get the fiery girl to settle down, for the most part, that would be it. The sprite sighed shakily, all the hateful words she was about to spew suddenly tasting bitter in her mouth as the smaller girl leaned her head forward, resting it against Rashvana's chest. The girl's body was trembling still, clearly upset and torn between her feelings for the winter fae. The sprite's white, wavy hair was a bit disheveled due to running her hands through them when growing overwhelmed, her face still crusted with blood and bruises, her eyes still a bit shimmery as she kept a grumpy expression upon her features. "Why.." Iridia spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyelashes fluttering close. "Why won't you just hate me?"
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    Pride and Larceny

    Rashvana pressed her forehead to Iridia's, causing the smaller girl to blink out of confusion, however, the soft touches from the mechanic instantly made her feel like she could melt into the other fae's arms. Iridia let a soft hum escape from her as she moved her head slightly to press her cheek against Rashvana's, practically burrowing herself within her light-blue locks, her own breathing tickling gently against the mechanic's pointed ear. The small girl moved her hands slowly from her lap to softly touch the other girl's thighs, running her thumb over the bloodied skirt, practically itching to draw the fae closer, wanting to snuggle and hold the taller girl. Though once the pale girl spoke of feelings and the joy of meeting the thief, Iridia found herself pulling away, her face contorting into doubt and incertitude despite the heart-tugging whimper of the winter girls' voice. The sprite studied Rashvana's face, her closed eyes, her body shaking as she held back her cries. With a clenched jaw, Iridia stood, her small frame bruised to hell, pain coursing through her entire being with each movement made. "Happy that you got to meet me?" Iridia spoke, a bit of ice in her words. While the mechanic was used to snow and chill, there was absolutely no way she could be prepared against the harsh coldness that came from the thief's voice. "Feelings? I swear to the stars, you're just about as dense as Vox." Iridia turned, her wings fluttering a bit to keep her balanced and upright as she moved to put some distance between the two. Even as beautiful as she was, the sprite didn't want to look at Rashvana. She couldn't look into those teared up, silver eyes, she couldn't look at the bruised and scrapes on her delicate face, and Iridia refused to bring herself to even think about the fresh wound upon the mechanics back. Rashvana looked like she had been to Hell and back, and now she was telling the tanned girl that she was happy to meet her still? Muttering angrily, Iridia shakily brought her hands up to run her fingers through her hair, pushing the white locks away from her frustrated face. The small sprite wasn't sure if she should be pissed off because the mechanic didn't hate her like she wanted, or bouncing with joy because she had told the thief that, despite everything that had happened thus far, she was still happy to have met her. With a back to Rashvana still, Iridia sighed shakily, eyebrows knitted together as she fought the urge to look back to the winter fae, resisting every fiber in her body that told her to turn back and kiss the girl she had left sitting a couple feet away.
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    Pride and Larceny

    The feeling of a hand sliding into her own surprised Iridia, making her jump just a bit, eyes opening and looking to the awaken mechanic. Why was she apologizing? What was going on right now? The tanned girl watched the fae sit herself up slowly with her aid and looking to eyes of green and blue. Iridia knitted her white eyebrows together in confusion and agitation as Rashvana put the blame on herself. Pulling her shaky hands from the mechanic's, Iridia shimmied forward, pressing her palms against the other's cheeks gently, careful not to cause any more harm to the pale girl in front of her. "You have no idea what you're talking about." Iridia put simply, eyes taking in Rashvana's silvery ones, the blood, and bruises on her face, the discomfort of her expression due to the pain her body had been put through. Brushing a piece of light blue hair away from her face, Iridia squinted slightly, lip quivering in the slightest as she spoke. "If I hadn't stolen from you, if I hadn't lost what was yours, if I had just let you take apart the watch like I first intended and admired from afar, you wouldn't be in this mess! You would be at home in your cute little shop, working and tinkering away on your gauntlet and helping others, your wing wouldn't be practically shredded to bits. You would've been safe and nothing would've happened!" Iridia's voice rose with every word, her heart pounding against her chest, eyes looking a little glossy. Maybe it was a trick of the eye? Or how the sun rose? It simply couldn't be due to tears, because Iridia practically never allowed herself to cry. The sprite's warm hands fell from the sides of Rashvana's cheeks and into her own lap with a shaky sigh, her head dropping to stare down at her clenched fists. "You.. would've been safe.."
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