Thread: /Because the Gods hate her/-Me and Lieutenant Ducky-

Tugging on heavy, black boots, he meticulously tucks the bottoms of his black jeans into the footwear before pulling the lacing taunt, strings biting into pale flesh leaving white lines in their wake. Tapered fingers deftly tie graceful knots, securing the shoes in place before the male shifts his weight, standing up from the foot of the bed. As he stands, silver hair settles as it will about his body, a fair amount slipping over his shoulders to fall against his bare chest, threatening to get caught in the barbells running through each nipple. Frost runs a hand through his long locks, forcing every strand back into it's proper place, a shimmering cascade of silver against his tattooed back. The image was hard to make out, few rarely caught more than a glimpse of the inked artwork. Which was a good thing, it's very nature was rather strange for a full blooded fae. It was done in all black pigment, a stark contrast to his lily white skin, and was made to look as if most of his flesh had been torn off, revealing bloody cogs, an elaborate work of machinery lying just beneath his skin. Of course, everyone knew that fae magic and metal just...well, they didn't mix well. But that was the beauty of it, at least, in his mind. Besides, with hair falling down to his ass, it was well hidden from prying eyes. Rather youthful given his full blooded status within the Dark Court, aged only 200 or some years, he had the trim body of a male just hitting adulthood, he could pass for anything between 19-23, depending on the eye. Occasionally younger, but that wolfish smile of his rarely gave anyone the idea of youthful innocence. Which was good, as Frost was far from innocent. And not only was he trouble incarnate, he was bored. Having just gotten permission to travel over to the human world and play for a while, he saw no reason to delay his vacation. After all, if the Queen got word of just WHO they'd be sending over to play human, well she may very well revoke his approval. He doubted that she had forgotten the ruckus he had stirred up not too long ago, luring several ladies all into his bed within the same night, setting up the times just right so that they'd all arrive at this secret rendezvous at the same time. He had no doubt that several of them had fun regardless of his absence, but a few were not pleased with his games. The Queen included. He was a handsome devil. That was probably the only reason his behavior was tolerated within the courts. He had an angular face, sharp features, delicate, but still masculine. Deeply blue eyes with a much lighter blue rim around the pupil. A cupid's bow of kissable, soft pink lips. Straight, white teeth to form his notorious, mischievous grin. And like most fae, he was toned, but not the muscle man sort of guy. Lithe, graceful, and with hair any human would kill for, especially given it's exotic color. Strolling through the labyrinth that composed of his life long home, he ponders on just what to do first when he got across. Assuming, that is, he could skirt the Guardian for a few hours in the very least. Frost could appreciate that she was just there to do her job, but man, a guide always crimps a man's style. At the very least, he had heard some encouraging words. Apparently, while she wasn't up to the Seeliegh stamp of approval, this Guardian was rather attractive. So maybe having to deal with her wouldn't be all bad, he ponders, getting that impish grin of his. The portal was tucked off to the side, down one of the many winding trails within the den, and as he slips in, closing the door behind him with a click, the guard turns, and nods. Evening, I heard you would be coming through. Might want to consider a shirt though, it's chilly on the other side, the larger fae murmurs, being rather sociable. Poor guy probably didn't get much company. Frost gives him a thoughtful smile before making the temperature in the room drop to a comfortable chill. I imagine I'll be fine, but I do appreciate your concern, he replies with a cocky laugh, walking right through the portal. The poor guard was about to suggest some luggage as well. But oh well, the damn kid would figure it out, he figured, shaking his head. On the other side, Frost was rather disappointed. It was indeed a bit more to his liking, temperature wise, but the very nature seemed...less friendly. But to his surprise, the first thing he noted was a girl, prostrate on the ground. As if in worship. He couldn't help the curl of his lips as he took a few strides towards the little brunette, his shadow falling over her smaller form. Well now, I didn't know I'd be greeted with a servant. Yes, yes, Girl. I know, you're in awe, but really, get up off the dirt. Unless, well, you like it that way, he adds, the perverse implications of those words not lost on his tone.