Yet ANOTHER redo RPGroup OC this one was Sally and she was short lived because I was young and stupid pff-
But she’s a diva who once lived in the limelight and is now avoiding any of it. Shes cold and tends to be distant with a stuck up and snooty attitude. But deep down she’s just trying to figure herself out and who she really is, which is a brave and thoughtful person.
Senior Airman Nathan V. Jones, Explosive Ordinance Disposal technician, dons an EOD Suit, and wields a Barrett M82 rifle, while performing required training with the 379th Expeditionary Civil Engineer Squadron, while forward deployed, Jan. 5, 2004.
(U.S. Air Force photo by Senior Airman Lakisha Croley)
This Critical Role rewatch is making me sad at the most unexpected moments, and I ended up drawing something much more elaborate than first planned, just to capture that pain. These twins are the most wonderful, most heartbreaking story to come out of this wonderful, heartbreaking show.
“If somebody asks me ’What do you do for a living?’ I say, ’I help people.’ When I’m on an operation, I’m not thinking about anything but the operation; home is at home. What the job is in front of you, that’s the only thing that matters at the time. Guys are always gonna modify their gear the way that they want, obviously. Nobody is going to dictate how you carry magazines or what holster you use - the bottom line is results. If you’re on a direct action mission and you’re kicking doors, the only thing you’re thinking is: Check your six, give the squeeze and do your job. If everybody is standing then we’re good to go, let’s tackle the next problem. Every man around you has the upmost confidence in you to do your job and at the same time, you better do your job because they’re expecting you to. Success within a brotherhood is defined as taking care of your brothers…it’s the bottom line. Everybody comes home.”
Elide’s leg bounced excitedly as she and Lorcan sat in the
airport lounge, waiting for their flight. She was absolutely giddy with
excitement, and she smiled wide as she fiddled with the ring adorning her left
hand. Lorcan’s huge hand slid over her knee, stilling it as he leaned to
whisper in her ear.
“Two weeks of sun, sandy beaches, and our own private
seaside cottage.” The low timbre of his voice caused her toes to curl as she
pictured the scene. They both deserved a break after the events of the past few
The war for Terrasen had kept them apart for months at a
time, each of them attending to their own respective duties. Lorcan strategized
with other top generals and commanders like Aelin, Rowan, and Aedion, while
Elide had helped out in any way she could. With her injured ankle, she may not
have been able to fight on the front lines, but she could help coordinate
communications between camps and covert agents, and quickly rose through the
ranks, which is how she met Lorcan.
Their relationship had moved quickly from the start, but
neither of them minded. They lived their lives a day at a time, and neither of
them had been content to wait. Only a few months after meeting, they eloped at the
first chapel they found, but hadn’t been able to properly celebrate the union-until
Elain absent mindedly toyed with the platinum band on his
finger, smiling as she thought back to that first night they spent together as
husband and wife. A whirlwind of clothes, a musical chorus of moans and gasps,
and hours spent tangled together in his small apartment on the base.
As if he could read her mind, he added, “Plenty of time to
She giggled at that, threading her fingers through his. “I
“It’s beautiful,” Elide breathed, dropping her bag just
inside the door and spinning in circles. The ocean was visible through the
picture window, bright and blue. Taking a deep breath of the salty sea air, she
smiled widely. This very well could be the best two weeks of her life. Strong
arms corded with muscle snaked around her waist as Elide drank in the view.
“What do you think?” Lorcan murmured in her ear.
“I love it.” She turned in his arms to circle hers around
his neck. “Absolutely wonderful.” Reaching up on her tiptoes, she pressed a
chaste kiss to his lips. Lorcan had never been the emotional type, or one to
make grand gestures of his love. So when he surprised her with a two week
getaway at his friend’s costal retreat, she was beyond touch.
He nuzzled his nose against her neck. “I thought you might.
Care for a drink?” He gestured to the kitchen, which must have been fully
stocked. Elide raised a brow, wiggling out of his embrace and skipped to the
fridge to find out. Indeed, it was filled with all of her favorites: fresh
fruits, eggs, peanut butter and jelly…
“Is this all for us?” she asked incredulously, pulling out a
jug of orange juice. Lorcan nodded, leaning against the counter with a grin.
“I called ahead and asked Tarquin to make sure we had enough
for our stay.” His dark eyes glittered with unrestrained love as she poured
them each a glass. He accepted his with a smile, taking her free hand and
leading her to the patio.
The sun’s rays kissed her skin, warmth soaking into her
bones. It was a welcome change from the chilled, snowy winds that were common
in the mountains of the Staghorns.
Elide rested her back against Lorcan’s warm chest, the ocean
breeze pulling a few stray hairs from her carefully crafted bun. He tucked them
behind her ear, taking her half empty glass and placing it on the patio table.
His arms banded around her once more as they gazed out over the ocean, the sounds
of crashing waves and crying gulls washing over them.
“It’s almost as beautiful as you,” Lorcan remarked, placing
a soft kiss to her cheek. Elide laughed, swaying slightly in her husband’s
“Charmer,” she teased, his hands travelling over her sides.
Humming noncommittally, his lips trailed along her jaw, and Elide laughed
again. Heat pooled in her core, and Elide knew that was exactly what he wanted,
but she wouldn’t let him win so easily.
“Are you distracted, husband?”
“A bit,” he admitted, nipping at her ear. “Let’s go back
inside.” One hand slipped beneath the silky hem of her sundress, lightly
squeezing her bottom. Her breath hitched in her throat and she nodded, letting
Lorcan’s tantalizing kisses hold her full attention as he walked her back
inside. Gods, this man knew exactly how to unravel her.
Gasping as he flicked his tongue along her throat, her hands
circled around his neck and she jumped into his waiting arms. She walked her
fingers up his chest, admiring her warrior’s strength. His lustful gaze filled
her veins with butterflies, and she bit her lip in anticipation.
“What do you plan on doing with me, my love?”
“Oh,” Lorcan chuckled, laying her on the plush couch, “I
plan to take my time with you.” His fingertips brushed over breasts, peaked
through the thin fabric.
answering moan echoed through the villa, and she thanked the gods that there
was no one around for miles. Calloused hands hiked her dress up around her hips,
his fingertips finding her soaking panties.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmured against her lips,
pushing aside the lace to rub teasing circles over her clit. Fire raced through
her veins at the first touch, sending her into a tailspin of pleasure. Her body
reacted of it’s own accord, back arching off the sofa as she ground her hips
against his hand.
She needed him. Three months without his touch was too long.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” she growled, fumbling with the
button of his jeans.
“As you wish, wife.” Both
moaned as he plunged a finger inside her, his thumb working the bundle of
nerves between her thighs as he slowly pumped it.
“More,” she pled, dragging her fingers through his long
hair. An animalistic growl ripped from his throat as he obliged her, adding
another finger into her slick depths. Elide whimpered at the pleasure that was
building in her core, his expert touch quickly bringing her to the edge.
“Lorcan I’m-“ She gasped as he curled his fingers, hitting
her sweet spot and sending her release shattering through her.
“Oh Lor,” she breathed, trying to catch her breath. “That
“Wonderful? Earthshattering? The best you’ve ever had?”
Elide smacked his arm playfully. “All of the above.”
“Well there’s two more weeks ahead of us.” Lorcan raised an
arched brow suggestively and promised, “and plenty more of the best sex of your