More Than One String | Closed RP

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

Balder tilted his head in a show of some playful scrutiny as his hand raised a pointed finger to her face, setting the tip right into the swell of her puffed-out cheek. He pushed inward.

The squeal of air that came through the pipe as he deflated her cheek was akin to a bird startled at being squeezed suddenly, and he could not cover the low laugh he made in accompaniment, despite his best efforts to smother it. It ended up something of a quick sniff and a wheeze, increasing until he let his mouth open and his smile came through with the lower rumble of his open chuckling. ”Well,” he bit his lip a little, “at least we might say your tone was fully rounded.” 

Karnilla startled, turning an indignant look to Balder. She couldn’t stay mad, even in mocking, as he started to laugh, however. Karnilla gleamed a wicked smile at him, turning to face her lover better, reaching out to grab him by the collar.

"You think that is funny, do you," she asked, laughing herself, grappling with Balder playfully.

Hup,” Balder’s laugh shortened when she snagged him by the collar. “Well, perhaps I do,” his smile remained, however, at her playful tone. “Is this some manner in which you intend to chastise me for daring to laugh at the ‘Mystic Queen of Norns,’” he raised a brow at the grave title he had heard circulating among the delegates and people within the Keep.

"Because I would think it just goes to show," he set his finger back to her cheek, dipping it into a dimpled space beside her lips, "that someone might have an over-inflated sense of self,” he prodded her again with the pun.

Karnilla narrowed her eyes, biting her lip as she tried not to smile yet wider. She couldn’t quite help it, with the constant, light, pressure of his finger against her skin, dipped into a dimple. She started to laugh again despite herself.

"It is…it is exactly…the manner in which…I intend…" she paused a little longer, and finally simply closed the space between them, kissing him hard to smarten him up.

The abruptness of her kiss came at him like an attack, and though Balder had suspected such a manoeuvre to be on its way, the sharpness of it had him reeling off-guard. He closed his eyes, succumbing, submerged beneath the press of her lips and the motions of her tongue until he sank into it entirely. His hand slid from its pointed teasing to curve beneath her jaw, and the other holding the bridge of the lute loosened, aching to hold the soft curves she had taunted him with beneath those clinging silks of her dress—

The entire instrument slipped from his hold and halfway down his lap. He jolted, scrambling to catch it before it might crash to the floor in the narrowed space between their knees.

"Ah, no need to let the instrument suffer," he grasped onto it firmly a moment, turning it upright before he could set it gently onto its stand among the others, "for the misdeeds of the musician."

"That is," he eyed her again, lingering at the cleavage she had allowed her dress to expose, "if you think we are finished making music for now."

jcaramba:

Some Jack Kirby’s splash pages goodness

More Than One String | Closed RP

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

Balder tilted his head in a show of some playful scrutiny as his hand raised a pointed finger to her face, setting the tip right into the swell of her puffed-out cheek. He pushed inward.

The squeal of air that came through the pipe as he deflated her cheek was akin to a bird startled at being squeezed suddenly, and he could not cover the low laugh he made in accompaniment, despite his best efforts to smother it. It ended up something of a quick sniff and a wheeze, increasing until he let his mouth open and his smile came through with the lower rumble of his open chuckling. ”Well,” he bit his lip a little, “at least we might say your tone was fully rounded.” 

Karnilla startled, turning an indignant look to Balder. She couldn’t stay mad, even in mocking, as he started to laugh, however. Karnilla gleamed a wicked smile at him, turning to face her lover better, reaching out to grab him by the collar.

"You think that is funny, do you," she asked, laughing herself, grappling with Balder playfully.

Hup,” Balder’s laugh shortened when she snagged him by the collar. “Well, perhaps I do,” his smile remained, however, at her playful tone. “Is this some manner in which you intend to chastise me for daring to laugh at the ‘Mystic Queen of Norns,’” he raised a brow at the grave title he had heard circulating among the delegates and people within the Keep.

"Because I would think it just goes to show," he set his finger back to her cheek, dipping it into a dimpled space beside her lips, "that someone might have an over-inflated sense of self,” he prodded her again with the pun.

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

firstsonofasgard:

goddessnanna:

balderoncebrave:

shieldofasgard:

"Good idea," Sif nodded, indicating the direction of the river with the tip of her nose. "We should head that way, make it through and follow along it if we have to until we can find where we set up." Or the boys. Whichever came first. Sif stepped softly, glancing back at her mare as her ears flickered. She was listening to something.

Sif paused, holding up a hand to cause Nanna to pause as well.

"….The horses hear something," she murmured. Almost on cue, there was a crashing of footsteps in the brush not far from them, and Sif raised an eyebrow at the sound of familiar, deep, voices.

"Finally decided to join us for the chase, did you boys?" She peered into the foliage, waiting for them to emerge.

Balder’s horse crunched over a few twigs in the path, breaking through the brush along the ground and snapping branches into his face as he came into the clear.

"Woah, Lightfoot," he patted the horse’s neck as he slowed, coming across Sif’s expectant gaze. "Not much of a chase," he responded, sidling off to allow Thor access through the path he had cleared. "I am afraid we lost our way after you two ran on ahead," he scratched a hand through his curls, his expression bashful.

"You missed out on Sif taking down your prize, Thor." Nanna called out with a mischievous grin, her hand steadying Logmaddr. The horse snorted, a thin sheen of sweat upon his coat from dragging the great creature such a way after a long gallop. 

The goddess smiled at her fiance, her horse stretching its nose forward to greet Lightfoot with a muted nicker. “Are you alright?” Nanna asked Balder, her brow flickering in concern for his hangover. “You had me quite worried.”  

"The Saehrimnir?" Thor’s excitement was palpable as he joined the group and heard Nanna’s words. He swung off of his horse easily, landing on the ground and immediately starting around Sif and Nanna’s horses to confirm the truth of the matter.

The sight that met him did not confirm what he had believed the beast ought to look like. He wrinkled his nose, grimacing at the smell. “Eugh…this isn’t…the Saehrimnir,” he protested. Thor paced back around the horses, the smell of their sweat more pleasant than the thing that they’d dragged to the river with their riders.

"That’s just a stag-rat." though he would admit it was the largest, most disgusting, stag-rat he’d seen in his life.

"I’ve rather recovered by now," Balder explained to Nanna, reaching out a hand to hold hers a moment before he caught Thor’s expression of disgust. Hopping down from the saddle, he joined him on the ground behind the girls’ horses, pondering down at the beast they had caught.

"What … that cannot be a stag-rat," he scratched his head. "It’s far too large and …" the rest of the description trailed off a moment before he turned to the girls for some confirmation. "… and lumpy?"

kinorri:

Henry Cavill  - (cavill.conservation.com)

More Than One String | Closed RP

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

"Right, you have it," Balder smiled, though he made no comment on the redness of her face and the strain it seemed to make to play the note. "How about this one?" he plucked the next in the scale, sustaining it with one hand as he watched Karnilla’s next attempt to match pitch.

He rolled his own lips inward as his eyes followed hers and the technique she used with her cheeks, a sort of amused fascination growing in his expression. His free hand rose up a little toward her, curious.

Karnilla took another steadying breath from her diaphragm and blew. Her cheeks puffed out, still red from effort, and she hardly noticed the approach of Balder’s hand as she concentrated on her efforts.

The note played less shrill and more on tune this time than the last, and Karnilla took in a breath through her nose, trying to sustain it a little longer than she had before.

Balder tilted his head in a show of some playful scrutiny as his hand raised a pointed finger to her face, setting the tip right into the swell of her puffed-out cheek. He pushed inward.

The squeal of air that came through the pipe as he deflated her cheek was akin to a bird startled at being squeezed suddenly, and he could not cover the low laugh he made in accompaniment, despite his best efforts to smother it. It ended up something of a quick sniff and a wheeze, increasing until he let his mouth open and his smile came through with the lower rumble of his open chuckling. ”Well,” he bit his lip a little, “at least we might say your tone was fully rounded,” 

A Hunting We Shall Go | Closed RP

shieldofasgard:

goddessnanna:

Nanna had to laugh, tension easing from her as the conversation seemed to flow a little more; something that had not yet happened with Sif. 

"No, no. I do not want to be as you are to him - and that makes you all the more important, and even more irreplaceable than before. I could never fill your shoes, nor would I try. I am sure we will overlap in our care for Balder at points, but you will forever be his shield sister and I could never wish to change that." 

The goddess looked at her horse, pausing a moment. “We should head for the river. If the boys arent there then at least the horses can get a drink. Should we aim for there, and then to camp? Surely they would meet us there if we do not meet them first?”

"Good idea," Sif nodded, indicating the direction of the river with the tip of her nose. "We should head that way, make it through and follow along it if we have to until we can find where we set up." Or the boys. Whichever came first. Sif stepped softly, glancing back at her mare as her ears flickered. She was listening to something.

Sif paused, holding up a hand to cause Nanna to pause as well.

"….The horses hear something," she murmured. Almost on cue, there was a crashing of footsteps in the brush not far from them, and Sif raised an eyebrow at the sound of familiar, deep, voices.

"Finally decided to join us for the chase, did you boys?" She peered into the foliage, waiting for them to emerge.

Balder’s horse crunched over a few twigs in the path, breaking through the brush along the ground and snapping branches into his face as he came into the clear.

"Woah, Lightfoot," he patted the horse’s neck as he slowed, coming across Sif’s expectant gaze. "Not much of a chase," he responded, sidling off to allow Thor access through the path he had cleared. "I am afraid we lost our way after you two ran on ahead," he scratched a hand through his curls, his expression bashful.

More Than One String | Closed RP

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

"It sounds as though there is a reed to it," Balder recovered from his initial wince at the shrill sound to raise a brow curiously. He listened to the scale she descended and set his own hands to the frets of the lute, plucking a corresponding string in sequence. He tilted his head a little at the pitch of what Karnilla played, as if raising one of his ears higher would somehow help adjust her slightly flat tone for her.

"Not so terrible," he reoriented himself, offering another note from the beginning of the scale and thrumming it evenly on the string. "Try to see if you can match that one," he suggested.

Karnilla’s fingers cramped, and she shook them out as Balder played his note, prompting her to follow suit. She set her lips into a grim line a moment, determined, and then finally set her lips back onto the instrument.

The Norn Queen listened once more to Balder’s linger note, plucked easily from the strings of the lute, and blew hard at the pipe. The first note she attempted even she could tell was sharp. She winced a little, brow drawing down in determination as she removed one finger and substituted it for another.

It took her three tries before she got the note that Balder had played, and she grunted with satisfaction as it sounded around his chambers. Face red for exertion Karnilla nodded at the pipe. “There.”

"Right, you have it," Balder smiled, though he made no comment on the redness of her face and the strain it seemed to make to play the note. "How about this one?" he plucked the next in the scale, sustaining it with one hand as he watched Karnilla’s next attempt to match pitch.

He rolled his own lips inward as his eyes followed hers and the technique she used with her cheeks, a sort of amused fascination growing in his expression. His free hand rose up a little toward her, curious.

More Than One String | Closed RP

nornqueenkarnilla:

balderoncebrave:

nornqueenkarnilla:

"I am no natural musician," she disagreed, but Balder was so excited as to become infectious. Karnilla sighed, unable to stop herself from smiling, and unfolded herself from the chair she’d settled within, going to the stack of available instruments.

She picked up a small pipe, sliding it between her fingers contemplatively before she returned to her seat, stopping herself from folding up again so that she’d better use of her breath. Karnilla fixed him with raised eyebrows, showing the pipe to him.

"Will this do?" she asked in mock-exasperation, teasing.

Balder grinned at her indulgence, curious. “To be honest, I haven’t any idea as to what that instrument is even called here,” he smiled, “but I think it will do nicely in a duet.” He gave a large strum of the full strings of the lute in invitation.

"I’d imagine the stops there are on the same scale," he commented, "but we will not know until you try a note."

"It is a pipe," she shrugged her shoulders, looking it over once more before bringing it to her lips, her fingers jumbled up over the holes. She blew an experimental note, and it pierced the air around them a little louder than intended. Karnilla cleared her throat, blinking a moment before she tried again.

This time it was better, more lilting, and Karnilla moved her fingers awkwardly along the holes. The sound remained pleasing, however, and she stopped to smile before continuing.

"Not so terrible at the pipe, I suppose…"

"It sounds as though there is a reed to it," Balder recovered from his initial wince at the shrill sound to raise a brow curiously. He listened to the scale she descended and set his own hands to the frets of the lute, plucking a corresponding string in sequence. He tilted his head a little at the pitch of what Karnilla played, as if raising one of his ears higher would somehow help adjust her slightly flat tone for her.

"Not so terrible," he reoriented himself, offering another note from the beginning of the scale and thrumming it evenly on the string. "Try to see if you can match that one," he suggested.

aseaofquotes:

Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility

aseaofquotes:

Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility

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