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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

"Hobgoblins are a lot tougher than we look, that’s how," she said, not taking the slightest bit of offense at his wandering eyes. Why should she? She liked being admired by someone who could be appreciative. And it was nice that he could do so and move directly into the task at hand.

"But you asked how I came to be… what I am," she said. She tilted her head slightly to let Harry reach one of the claw marks on her shoulder to clean it. "There was a fad, ages back, for some of the higher fae to take human companions as changelings- turn them into lesser fae, that were bound to their master. The changelings served the fae lord or lady who created them, they would be cherished and protected, there was mutual affection on both sides."

Until the Sidhe grew bored with their companion and severed the bond that gave the changeling that vital source of magic they required, that was.

"So it was the case with me." Puck looked away briefly, dredging up the memories of those long-ago days. "I was from ancient Greece, and my father intended to have me marry some warlord. Traded off for connections in the tin trade to go wear myself bearing this fellow’s sons until I died in childbirth. I was about thirteen."

She watched Harry out of the corner of her eye, fairly certain her words would have an effect on him, perhaps draw his sympathy. That might not be a bad thing, actually, getting this rather infamous wizard sympathetic to her. And not a single word of it was a lie, or even an exaggeration- just simple truth.

"I had no intention of resigning myself to such a fate. So I left. About ran right into my Lord in an olive grove, and he offered to take me as a companion. I accepted, and he made me… well."

His lips pulled into a frown as he considered her story, though it was difficult for him to take a strong moral stance — things were a lot different in ancient Greece, after all, but he was pretty sure from her tone of voice she didn’t like it. That really mean the didn’t particularly like it, either.

It didn’t take long to finish cleaning the wounds, and he applied simple bandages, wrapping them easily and letting his fingers brush lightly over bared skin in a somewhat soothing manner. “So you were human, turned into a Fae, and then a Hobgoblin. Am I getting that right?”

He didn’t immediately denounce what had happened, but given the look on his face she reasoned it was because he knew as well as she there was no point in getting terribly angry about what had happened so long ago and far away. But he did look like she’d won some sympathy, so there was that.

Eyes sliding half-closed under the gentle touch, she leaned a little into him. Touch was good, Touch felt nice. Touch like this was calming. “A hobgoblin is the kind of fae I was turned into,” she clarified. “In those days, the hobgoblins weren’t so hated, and my Lord wanted… well, to be blunt, he wanted a companion and a Knight who could take both care of herself and… enforce his will, when necessary. Even among the Sidhe, an angry hobgoblin makes one hell of an immediate impression, you know?”

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frostbite883
Puck, how did you feel when Demona brushed you off when you offered the gargoyle a boon of fun after your time with her?

Not as angry as I pretended. Oh sure, messing with all of New York and the gargoyle clans was quite fun, but  Demona had the NERVE to bind me with IRON. IRON. If I wasn’t as old as I am, I would have been severely burned by those chains, which is enough to piss off any faerie.

I was glad to have a reason to curse her. And it was so very sweet to hear her scream of fury when she realized what I did.




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theflowersaroundyou:

REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A FAERIE RP BLOG 
Seelie, Unseelie, Solitary, Unaffiliated with the courts, simply reblog if you are a faerie rp blog




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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

Puck settled on the edge of the couch, trying not to bleed all over it. Because that would be rude, and messy, and it was never a good idea to leave blood around.

"First aid kit probably isn’t strictly necessary, but it’s not a bad idea either," she said, relaxing as she sensed the wards snap back into place around the apartment. With Harry’s invitation, the threshold had barely even made her skin buzz. The wards themselves, though, where good solid constructs- for being made by a fairly young wizard, anyway. Even if the hobgoblins had tracked her there, they would not be getting inside.

Squirming around a bit, and trying to hide a wince of pain, she wriggled out of her tunic and began taking stock of herself. The worst, she decided, was the set of deep gouges running down her stomach. Those would really benefit from some proper care, because she was fairly certain Owen would feel those. The rest were mostly deep scratches or fang punctures. She’d gotten damned lucky, to tangle with a pair of hobgoblins and come out reasonably intact.

Harry had had some help with the wards, though that was strictly on a need-to-know basis… and as much as he trusted Puck, he still knew it wasn’t the greatest idea to share Bob’s existence with her unless it became a priority. He’d done all the leg work in the end, after all, and despite a few set-backs here and there, he’d done a pretty good job with it, too. The wizard made his way towards the kitchen to get under the sink. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

He returned a few moments later, setting the kit down on the table and sitting down next to her. His eyes may have wandered for just a moment, but he was all business — pulling out bandages and swabs and starting to clean her wounds one at a time. “I’m trying to figure out how you’re still alive right now.”

"Hobgoblins are a lot tougher than we look, that’s how," she said, not taking the slightest bit of offense at his wandering eyes. Why should she? She liked being admired by someone who could be appreciative. And it was nice that he could do so and move directly into the task at hand.

"But you asked how I came to be… what I am," she said. She tilted her head slightly to let Harry reach one of the claw marks on her shoulder to clean it. "There was a fad, ages back, for some of the higher fae to take human companions as changelings- turn them into lesser fae, that were bound to their master. The changelings served the fae lord or lady who created them, they would be cherished and protected, there was mutual affection on both sides."

Until the Sidhe grew bored with their companion and severed the bond that gave the changeling that vital source of magic they required, that was.

"So it was the case with me." Puck looked away briefly, dredging up the memories of those long-ago days. "I was from ancient Greece, and my father intended to have me marry some warlord. Traded off for connections in the tin trade to go wear myself bearing this fellow’s sons until I died in childbirth. I was about thirteen."

She watched Harry out of the corner of her eye, fairly certain her words would have an effect on him, perhaps draw his sympathy. That might not be a bad thing, actually, getting this rather infamous wizard sympathetic to her. And not a single word of it was a lie, or even an exaggeration- just simple truth.

"I had no intention of resigning myself to such a fate. So I left. About ran right into my Lord in an olive grove, and he offered to take me as a companion. I accepted, and he made me… well."

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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

Ah yes. Those sorts of questions. Those she could explain.

"I’ll answer those," she said, nodding a little. "May we go inside first, please?

Though she was willing to have this conversation, it wasn’t really one she wanted to hold outside with blood drying on her wounds.

The wizard paused for a moment and turned his gaze to look at her… then just gave a short nod, lifting a hand and muttering a few words to drop his wards. Fishing the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door and started to shove it open, grunting a little, and instead of crashing against his shins, Mister appeared out of nowhere from the steps above and ran inside first.

Guiding Puck inside, Harry closed the door and raised the wards again, then helped her over to the sofa. “Should I get out the first aid kit?”

Puck settled on the edge of the couch, trying not to bleed all over it. Because that would be rude, and messy, and it was never a good idea to leave blood around.

"First aid kit probably isn’t strictly necessary, but it’s not a bad idea either," she said, relaxing as she sensed the wards snap back into place around the apartment. With Harry’s invitation, the threshold had barely even made her skin buzz. The wards themselves, though, where good solid constructs- for being made by a fairly young wizard, anyway. Even if the hobgoblins had tracked her there, they would not be getting inside.

Squirming around a bit, and trying to hide a wince of pain, she wriggled out of her tunic and began taking stock of herself. The worst, she decided, was the set of deep gouges running down her stomach. Those would really benefit from some proper care, because she was fairly certain Owen would feel those. The rest were mostly deep scratches or fang punctures. She’d gotten damned lucky, to tangle with a pair of hobgoblins and come out reasonably intact.

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lokiodinsonblog:

Petition to call people who don’t actively ship a thing but are amenable to it/support it/happily giggle over art and headcanons related to it with people who DO ship it ‘safe harbors’, and the act of supporting a ship while not shipping it yourself ‘harboring’. Also works for ‘I don’t know if I ship it YET but I kinda like it so I’m game for supporting it until the chemistry between these two characters convinces me to ship it’

The pun works on the nautical theme AND it can refer to harboring feelings for something!

I don’t ship Fandral/Loki, but my awesome RP partner has made me harbor it!

I don’t ship Fandral/Loki, but I’ll harbor it because my partner adores it.

I don’t know if I ship Fandral/Loki, because my RP partner and I only just really started working with them together, but I’ll harbor it until I decide for certain because so far the chemistry between them is fun.

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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

"Well now that’s not a loaded question, is it?" She tilted her head to look up at him, absently taking in the sounds and scents of their surroundings. He looked pensieve. Not quite broody, but definitely deep in thought.

"You may ask. I will explain what I can."

"How—"

His frown deepened. Despite himself, Harry had suddenly lost all words and was unsure exactly what he wanted her to explain. “Okay… okay. You said you were… what, human before, right?” He limped with her a few short steps down the block, approaching his home. “So… when was the change? How did it change? How…” He sighed, shaking his head and pausing near the top of the steps to his place. “I don’t even know what to ask.”

Ah yes. Those sorts of questions. Those she could explain.

"I’ll answer those," she said, nodding a little. "May we go inside first, please?

Though she was willing to have this conversation, it wasn’t really one she wanted to hold outside with blood drying on her wounds.

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frostbite883
Puck, what was the most saddest thing you'd experience in your life?

The saddest thing? Good question, because I have seen many sad things.

One that stands out in particular is when Captain Edward Teague died.

See, a few centuries back, I made a bet with Borealis, Oberon’s son. We set a span of time and decided to see who could become the most famous sailor within that period. He joined the Royal Navy under a human guise, I became a cabin boy on a pirate ship- namely, Edward’s ship, the Troubadour.

Things went along swimmingly for a couple of years. I liked Edward a lot. He was a good man and a good captain, especially for a pirate. 

Then he got the news that his son Jack Sparrow, a captain transporting cargo for the East India Trading Company, had been killed at sea when his ship was sunk. Edward was brokenhearted- things had been rough between him and Jack, and sometimes mortals get a bit odd when grieving. He summoned an entity called Baron Samedi in order to bargain with him to bring Jack back to life.

That kind of a thing is a big no-no. magically speaking. And the cost would have been terrible. I revealed myself, chased the Baron off, and offered Edward a deal- I could become a fascimile of Jack and live as him for the remainder of the years he should have had, or some other wish. Damn. I forget what it was- obviously, he chose my being Jack. So I became Jack Sparrow (that’s CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, mate), engineered his miraculous return from the dead, and set about my merry way becoming the most infamous pirate of the time.

Edward… he came to really care for me. Adopted me as his daughter, pretty much, even as I lived as his son. I adored him, and we were very close. Those gold cuffs I always wear? They’re a gift from him.

I was pretty devastated when he finally passed.




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frostbite883
Owen, how many martial art skills do you know?

If you mean individual skills and techniques- many.

If you mean disciplines… I study two or three, including ju-jitsu and aikido. But between those and Puck’s centuries of experience, it’s a little fuzzier.




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Face That We Hide (acrusadeagainststupid)

acrusadeagainststupid:

somehobgoblincallme:

"They’re only my people in a biological sense, and even that’s twisted up," she said, relieved that he had noticed the trouble she’d been having keeping up. Her tone was just a little defensive. "I was human once, you know. Long time ago."

He was probably right to look at her the way he was, though. Even if she didn’t fully embrace it, she did carry a monster inside her, and he’d gotten a glimpse of that fact tonight.

Harry was silent for the majority of the trip back to his place… though that was mostly because he was thinking about what she had told him. Considering the possibilities, considering what could have happened… considering what could be done.

He finally spoke again when they reached the end of his block. “Can you explain something to me?”

"Well now that’s not a loaded question, is it?" She tilted her head to look up at him, absently taking in the sounds and scents of their surroundings. He looked pensieve. Not quite broody, but definitely deep in thought.

"You may ask. I will explain what I can."

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