lordmarshalvaako

[lordmarshalvaako]

//End thread

After the Storm

#verse: comrades in armor #after the storm #thewinningscenario

[lordmarshalvaako]

Against his will, Vaako returned James' kiss. He twisted his fingers into the loose fabric of the robe, pulling the smaller man tight against his chest. The temptation to keep twisting was strong. Vaako's hands were shaking from his anger, and he found he had more of a desire to keep that heat than to seek any other.

"You suppose?" he hissed as James dug his nails along the scratch. "Normally I'd enjoy that bit of pain, but I'm not in the mood for it." After one last twist, he pushed James away from him with enough strength to knock him off balance. "Nor am I in the mood to spend another minute in your company. The touching. The robe. Tell me, James, did you kill her to become her?"

Vaako narrowed his faded eyes at his lieutenant. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel bruises blossoming on his skin from their violent encounter, but the last thing he wanted was to give up control to another master. Standing tall, he folded his arms across his chest.  "I will go to your old quarters, and I will resume my duties. I am your commanding officer. I am not your pet or property. Enjoy the rest of your morning, James." 

thewinningscenario

You Keep What You Kill

The anger he felt toward his now dead wife was nothing compared to the flash of rage that ripped through him when James ordered him out, and to add insult to injury he told them not to send his belongings with him. He had nothing—not even the clothes on his back to take with him.

“No,” he snarled. “You have this place. You have no right to keep what is mine! I am not the one you killed!” But she had. She’d destroyed who he had been and left a hollowed shell in her wake, a shadow that James didn’t want, and that hurt worse than any wound he’d taken in battle. Those hurts and aches he could shut out as all Necromongers could, but the pain of James’ rejection was a force he could not ignore.

“I—“ he pulled away from the timid servants that came toward him as his escort “—will be back. And you had best hope that I still have a care for you. If I don’t, you’ll be joining the Dame in the darkness of space.” They reached for him once more, bowing and scraping to avoid his wrath, and Vaako bared his teeth in a dangerous grin that made them stop in their tracks. “Mind this James Kirk, you will not be rid of me this easily, but I leave it up to you whether I am your friend or your enemy when I return.”

He stood at his full height and stalked to the door as if he was in his dress uniform and armor. He could requisition new gear. What he left behind when he left didn’t matter. They were just things.

thewinningscenario

#you keep what you kill #necromonger romance is hilarious #thewinningscenario

[lordmarshalvaako]

“I taste like you,” Vaako said as he licked the blood from his pale lips. He wanted to chuckle, but in Jim’s mood, he’d end up with a knife between the ribs. He couldn’t seem to do or say the right thing, and he’d learned long ago that once the younger man was that would up it was best to let it go. Fighting would make it worse. Talking was making it worse. But that didn’t stop him from leaning close on his way out of the lift to whisper in James’ ear. “My favorite flavor.”

The halls were filled with the Legion Vast, priests, servants and the newly converted. Vaako watched the milling crowd with hooded eyes as they made their way through the throng to get to the main chamber where the Lord Marshal stood at the ready to end all life on his home world. Vaako’s fingers itched to be the one to push the trigger on the Conquest Beacons, but he would have to settle for watching death spread over the surface.

They were congratulationed from his commander and others. Vaako had his family’s blade in its scabbard slung at his hip, and he felt a thrill each time he heard it tap against his leg as he walked. When Zhylaw called them to order, he stepped beside James, close enough that the blade was caught between them. “This is our victory to share, James.” 

thewinningscenario

After the Storm

#after the storm #verse: comrades in armor #thewinningscenario

[lordmarshalvaako]

For labyrinthvoices

Commander Vaako with The Purifer | Chronicles of Riddick

#The Purifier #Chronicles of Riddick #vaako #alpha furyan

[lordmarshalvaako]

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[lordmarshalvaako]

The anger he felt toward his now dead wife was nothing compared to the flash of rage that ripped through him when James ordered him out, and to add insult to injury he told them not to send his belongings with him. He had nothing—not even the clothes on his back to take with him.

“No,” he snarled. “You have this place. You have no right to keep what is mine! I am not the one you killed!” But she had. She’d destroyed who he had been and left a hollowed shell in her wake, a shadow that James didn’t want, and that hurt worse than any wound he’d taken in battle. Those hurts and aches he could shut out as all Necromongers could, but the pain of James’ rejection was a force he could not ignore.

“I—“ he pulled away from the timid servants that came toward him as his escort “—will be back. And you had best hope that I still have a care for you. If I don’t, you’ll be joining the Dame in the darkness of space.” They reached for him once more, bowing and scraping to avoid his wrath, and Vaako bared his teeth in a dangerous grin that made them stop in their tracks. “Mind this James Kirk, you will not be rid of me this easily, but I leave it up to you whether I am your friend or your enemy when I return.”

He stood at his full height and stalked to the door as if he was in his dress uniform and armor. He could requisition new gear. What he left behind when he left didn’t matter. They were just things.

thewinningscenario

You Keep What You Kill

#you keep what you kill #verse: comrades in armor #thewinningscenario

[lordmarshalvaako]

Vaako called her servants into the room to clean up their mess and to remove the body. He stood off to one side, dressed in a robe while they scurried about, scrubbing the floor, picking up bits and pieces of what he and James had broken, and then watched as they wrapped her in the bedclothes to dispose of her.

His numbness had been replaced by an anger that simmered beneath the surface of his calm. She had tried to own him, to destroy the relationship he shared with James, all to use him to take the throne. The echoes of her voice, purring his ears, about how she saw greatness in him, how he should be Lord Marshal, made him frown.

“Bring a new mattress, and then go to Commander Kirk’s quarters. These are his rooms now.” Rooms that James could send him from if he chose to. He’d been claimed, and he wasn’t sure that his lover wanted to keep him. Vaako knew he’d hurt him deeply, but he also hoped he had time to heal those wounds.

“Should they trade your belongings for mine?” he asked James. “Or do you want me to stay?” 

thewinningscenario

You Keep What You Kill

#you keep what you kill #verse: comrades in armor #thewinningscenario

[lordmarshalvaako]

The situation was not getting any better, and Vaako was caught in a position much more awkward and uncomfortable than the twisting that James was doing to his finger. The Necromonger was frustrated. He was involved with James on and off the battlefield. They were friends, partners, and there was no other he’d want at his side.

The Dame was beautiful. She was seductive, and he’d be lying if he claimed she didn’t stir his blood. But he didn’t like her. He didn’t want to spend more time than it took to hike up one of her slithering gowns and fuck her against a wall. She wasn’t a warrior. What would they talk about afterward?

Nothing.

“The only place I do not have the right to order you about is in bed,” he told James. “Where I prefer a relationship of equals.” As he spoke, he wedged the smaller man into the corner of the lift and gripped his chin to push his head back against the wall and then whispered against his lips. “Do not doubt me, James.”

thewinningscenario 

After the Storm

#verse: comrades in armor #after the storm #thewinningscenario

[lordmarshalvaako]

Messages from Vaako…

#karl urban #vaako #riddick #chronicles of riddick #highgard

[lordmarshalvaako]

I’m gearing up for another flood of work, and that means cutting back on some threads here and there on all my accounts.

Please don’t take it personally if I ask to end a thread. Trust me, I end threads with my longstanding partners too if I’ve lost the muse, or I’m not going to be able to reply in a timely manner. 

I do not expect anyone I play with to wait more than a month for a reply from me. If I’m spread that thin, then it’s unfair of me to expect you sit around. That’s just how I roll, and it’s why I try to keep my number of threads under control. 

LL&P,

Lee

Mun Note 9.24.2014

#mun note

[lordmarshalvaako]

Let’s all take a moment and enjoy Lord Vaako….

#chronicles of riddick #the chronicles of riddick #karl urban #lord vaako #riddick #vaako #itsgeekylife

[lordmarshalvaako]

Vaako’s braids clung to his sweat covered shoulders and back. He could feel fresh bruises blooming over nearly every inch of exposed skin, and he hissed at the burn of a dozen bites James had left behind reminding him who and what they were to each other. He dug his fingers into the thin sheet they’d pulled from the bed and wondered how they’d managed to utterly destroy it—well it and a few loose decorations that fell from table tops and shelves. They’d been together everywhere and every way except the bed.

He glanced over his lover’s shoulder, catching sight of the dead woman on his bed. He had no love for her, and he didn’t regret her death for a moment. She’d played a dangerous game, and she’d died in her due time because of it. She’d cast some sort of spell on him. Her elemental powers might have been muted by her conversion, but they were still there enough to ensnare an idiot.

And Vaako felt like an idiot.

“James,” he mumbled into the other’s hair. It was stinking out from being pulled, and he more than likely had just as many bruises as Vaako with only half of the bites. “We need to get rid of that. The quarters are yours now. They were hers.” He had come from the officers’ quarters to live with his wife, and now all that she’d had was James’, including Vaako. 

thewinningscenario

You Keep What You Kill

#you keep what you kill #verse: comrades in armor #thewinningscenario

[lordmarshalvaako]

Sorry about the lack of replies and not answering Asks on any of my accounts. It was 103 today in San Diego, and we had a thunderstorm come through and knock out or power for a little bit. 

I’ve tried to get the boys to cooperate, but it’s not happening. Hopefully tomorrow there will be words. 

Mun Note 9.16.2014

#heat delirium

[lordmarshalvaako]

Taste me, drink my soul

Show me all the things that I shouldn't know

And there's a blue moon on the rise

[Bridge + Chorus]

I had everything

Opportunities for eternity

And I could belong to the night

Your eyes, your eyes

I can see in your eyes

Your eyes everything in your eyes, your eyes

#you make me wanna die #vaako's music #the pretty reckless

[lordmarshalvaako]

Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.

Azra T (via flawlez)

#it does for me #jim #flea feast

[lordmarshalvaako]

Reblog if you RP a character from The Chronicles of Riddick

Genderbents and OCs welcome.

Find your fandom here.

[lordmarshalvaako]

These are the threads in my drafts. Please let me know if I have missed a reply from you, or if you would like to plot with me. Be sure to use the @+URL method to tag me on your replies. It really helps me out.

Askfirstofficerspock:

Space – heresyourdamnfries

Soaking Wet – cmoleonxrdmccoy

Was it Something I Ate? – sunspotnitentia

Give Peace a Chance – sunspotnitentia

Quality Time – sunspotnitentia

Curiosity – logicallyinlove

Johnsheppardsga:

Look It’s a Trap – undomesticated-equines

Lordmarshalvaako:

You Keep What you Kill – thewinningscenario

Mrchadwarwick:

None

Thelessertarget:

Trapped in Amber – cmoleonxrdmccoy

Yetanotherjimkirk:

Back on Your Feet – logicallyemotional

Bourbon and Brownies – ponxfarr

Don’t Go in There – thechildoftwoworlds

Black Hole Café – sunspotnitentia

Watchmakersylar:

I’m Here to Help - donutsandguns

The Day After – droliverthredsonmd

Dinner with Peter – thepeterpetrelli 

RP 9.9.2014

#rp log