Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

I don't owe you shit, Deidarmia groused playfully, smirking at her friend for his myriad of jokes as she stood up and stretched. It had taken a while, the series of trials they'd put her friend through, and even though all he could think about per usual was sticking his cock in something and she still had his stink under her nose, she was happy for him. Her name was Cyprus. She mentioned with an even more devious grin, catching her friend's glance backwards and knowing what he was seeking by a mile. She asked if you were my guardian, I said not a fucking chance in all the hells below. Maybe she'll be in one of your classes, I'm sure she'll be swept away by how handsome you're going to look perpetually sweating and in a skirt that barely covers your balls. She reached between her legs, gesturing to demonstrate the length she meant before letting out a bright, merry laugh. She knew Quinn was feeling like shit-- she could see it on his face and practically feel it coming off of him strangely enough, but she knew her friend well enough to know that the sweet, demure concern any other woman would offer him would only send him curling into himself and wanting the ground beneath him to swallow him whole. Now wasn't the time... There'd be time enough, she'd already decided, because she was going to crush whatever test awaited her for the chance to become a guardian-- she'd be damned if she couldn't toe the line with most men these days, and she wouldn't leave her friend here to fuck beautiful women without her. Certainly not. The very idea raised something ugly in her that she determinedly pushed away. She pushed her mess of hair over shoulders and sighed, looking up to the sky to calculate the time as the heavens began to smear from the clear, sunny blue of day time to the pinks and lavenders of oncoming night. She clapped her hand on his back and continued to grin, raising her eyebrows at him in challenge as her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. And I wouldn't be so confident if I were you-- there's plenty of dick around here, I'm about to go show I've got the biggest one of all. If most of these witches are going to be town medicine women and seers, most of the guardians here are bound to be lacking at best. I've probably seen more fights than half of them having to follow you're stupid ass around. She joked, though her confidence was genuine. How bad could it be? She was strong, fast, smart... She refused to let the fear that she and Quinn might be separated have any power over her then. He was a drunken, lazy, wonderful idiot, and he had passed a test to become a witch. The least she could do, was put her best foot forward to become his guardian. She practically was already-- she always had been. That was quite unnecessary, Viv. One of the matrons sighed once their rather... eccentric new student left the hall. This particular matron had deeply tanned skin, her hair bound in long braids on either side of her head with a variety of intricate beads woven permanently into her dark, sleek locks. She wasn't terribly old, but among these women she was one of the oldest, and it was only in that position of seniority that she felt bold enough to scold her counterpart, at least now that the boy was away. They couldn't have him thinking he could cause discourse among them, he needed that fear, she thought, to sober him to the realities of how... unique an opportunity he had. In fact, his brazen attitude and his potent, dangerous power had brought her to consider her something she meant to present to the other matrons. I do expect you have higher hopes for the boy than you've presented, She said sagely, leaning back in her seat with a sigh. He reminded her quite vividly of her sons, wild, reckless, deflective of the difficulties in their lives. It was the way of men it seemed, to bury things deep below-- and it was the matron's guess that just like his magic, hidden away even from his own sight, he had matters to attend to of the heart and soul that were being neglected and avoided. Alluna will straighten him out. She added with a smile. When the girl had come to them at first, she had been quite similarly dangerous and disruptive-- boldly determined to be the very best witch they'd ever seen, but obviously afraid of what that might mean. Now, she truly was one of their bests, and perhaps in her own experience, Alluna would be of use to Quinn, in honing that dangerous, wild energy into something more tactical and useful. There would certainly be an entertaining clash between the two-- that much was obvious already, but the matrons as a whole had agreed with relative confidence that the pair would be good for each other, that under Alluna's tutelage, much growth could come from Quinn and his violent talents, if there was any real hope in him at all to become more than what he was. The matron, Romari, had sensed a reminiscent kinship from the start... fear, strength, something well hidden beneath that could be polished and brought to the light. Alluna had not been one for jokes and distractions when she'd begun, and she still, Romari recalled from her last interaction with the girl, was a ram rod, straight laced sort of person. She thought of her sons once more, and could not help but grin, soothed in a way. A meeting in the middle between wild abandon and strict no-nonsense might do the two some good. When their training began, the matrons all would see the results in a year's time... Romari at least, would be keeping a keen eye on all that would unfold, hopeful for the young, wild man who had left their sanctum with an incredible opportunity. The training halls of the guardians was quite a bit different from the tall arches and marble columns of the witches school above. It was still lovely, but more... earthy and ancient in a way. It reminded her of home almost, of the playing places where people raced horses or competed in sports, where people got up to all sorts of gambling mischief and built fires in the night to drink and tell stories around. Her boots were getting quite dusty out here, and there really were a plethora of men-- she supposed it was likely as uncommon for women to be guardians as it was for men to be witches, but that, in a way insulted her. Women could be strong in their own right physically, it wasn't nearly as rare to find a woman who could give a proper beating in a fight as it was to find a man who could do magic... and it also drained some of the hope she had for getting just as much tail in this place as Quinn had suggested they ought. If every one of those pretty, short skirt wearing girls was out to spread her legs for a cock, what luck would she have? She tried to be optimistic, as she had been about every part of this ludicrous affair. She'd turned women away from men before, after all, let them see just how effectively another woman could give them pleasure compared to the idiotic, one trick pony nature of most men in bed. She saw a group of others who were meant to take this apparently harrowing test of bravery, and joined them, ignoring the looks she was being given and tugging at her shirt before sneering at them, daring anyone around her to talk to her and think she was some soft maiden here to play sweet or fair. None of them were scrawny at least... but she could probably take all of them if they came in to fight one at a time. She crossed her arms, cocked her hip, and waited, knowing based on what she'd been told that she would be selected by a trainer, tested, and would pass or fail. Seemed easy enough-- Quinn had had to impress 5 old women, she only had to impress one man. She pushed and pushed in her thoughts for confidence to the point of cockiness, trying to channel her best friend's devil may care manner so that she wouldn't settle herself into worry and anxiety and fail in ways she normally wouldn't have if she just listened to her instincts. Just one man-- no big deal. Hopefully... she thought in a stupid, difficult, long hidden part of herself.... he'd be handsome.