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windtorn · 9 months

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stelle was as stubborn a woman as she was woefully unworldly, though he would expect as much from someone with a background such as her. or lack thereof perhaps, was a better way of explaining such phenomenon. for someone who was so easily flustered under his advances, she was alarmingly difficult to keep braced under his thumb. people were drawn to her, cared about her, pulled what was his away from him with their words or warning. they were right to be cautious, to fear a man that only stood to gain from his own pleasure.

there were beasts that infested their dark solace in the alleyway, all who gnashed teeth and thrashed wildly to be free from the hearth of his soul. wolves they were, those who ran amok in the dark so far from light and devoid of loving warmth, housing themselves within his heart where they were bred in savagery, tearing and consuming all that sampo dug his terrible claws into. under his fangs no innocence was spared, not even the tattered remainants...for he was a greedy man, and that greedy man devoured all. "so who is it, hm?" sampo's purr came heavy without its usual playful lilt or dramatic flair, a dark dulcet that calmed the ears but disquieted the night. his voice thrummed against her pulse when he clasped his lips over it, teeth marring her skin as he relished the way she mewled and twisted her body for him. "who is responsible for keeping my beloved light from me?" he continued, tone growing darker as his teeth bit down, marking her sensitive spot while unabashedly sucking and striping his tongue over the handiwork that his teeth left behind. the stellaron had both brought stelle into sampo's life while simultaneously keeping her here. he would meddle and worry at every opportunity if it meant that it kept her on this aeon-forsaken ice-rock of a planet just a little while longer. he chased the warmth in his chest not his gut, for there was something different there. something inviting and tangible only made real when stelle was close and a din ache when she wasn't, feeling its heat spread like wildfire as he captured her mouth again. this is what he craved more of, he wanted her. and she wanted him too, even if she just didn't quite realize it yet. she had to. she was pretty like that, breathless and all out of sorts as hair carelessly cascaded over her face and shoulders. he brushed his hand across her forehead to see those alluring ambers better, admiring the flush of color that dusted over her cheeks from her rising sin of shameless heat, surely. their tender moment, however, was a short-lived one. the hunger with which her lips were ensnared was a visceral display of tongue and teeth, taking all which may have never been his right to have, but was still now his as stelle fit against him once she was raised up off the ground by her rear. "look at you, all so eager for a guy like me?" sampo muttered against her skin once their lips parted, teeth ensnaring the lobe of her ear and tugging as he indulged the rock of her hips with a lazy roll of his own. "you want me, dont you, little star?" he added, a harsher bite that conflicted with the way a smile that reached his eyes curled at the corners of his mouth, voice filled with mirth dripping between marring teeth. "tell an untrustworthy guy like myself that you want him and maybe you'll hear him promise to keep it a secret." the mercenary pushed the full brunt of his weight abruptly into her, his body flush with hers so that stelle's back was also taut against the wall. with his clothed sex pressed between he legs he rolled his hips against her, punishingly hard but not entirely sadistic in its cruelty. every roll of his hips pushed her body into harder against the wall, leaning his head away from her to bring her to admire her expression as he proceeded with with words of tempting venom. "maybe he'll even give you what you want." but sampo was as petty a man as he was greedy and self-serving. ever-teasing, and ever-out of reach if it meant that his point would come across. that's why his movements suddenly came to a stop. his body still pressed firm against stelle as if tempting her, showing her what could have been hers if only she'd paid a bit more attention to him. screw the mission, screw the stellaron. the planet could hollow out and die with every other miserable being on it for all he cared, for there was only one star in his sky. "but then again...you do have debts to pay, my dear, and sampo koski always collects."

passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall

( kiss prompts / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 "𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒." The first time it had happened, had been a situation of leverage, of payment in regards to his cooperation for a situation; but every time after that had left the Trailblazer more confused and uncertain than the last. She didn't know what any of it meant. Or, perhaps more accurately, wasn't willing to look too deeply into it.

Until, eventually, he forced her hand.

A startled yelp sounded as she was yanked abruptly into the shadows. Tension immediately made her go rigid, her fight-or-flight response immediately switching over to fight. She kicked out at her assailant, earning a wheeze when it landed square in the chest and she heard the shuffle of footfalls as his balance faltered.

Easy, starlight! It's just me, your ol' pal!

Stelle rounded on him, hair flying and face severe. ❝ Sampo, what the fu — ❞ He caught her fist almost effortlessly as it sailed through the air with every intention of hitting him in the jaw, his other hand snaking around her waist to draw her closer. In this position, one might have thought they were about to dance.

The trailblazer bristled as he leaned in close, so close that their noses brushed and his breath fanned across her face. It took her a moment to realise she'd gotten distracted and he'd said something she hadn't heard. He must have realised it too because the fingers at her back suddenly wove into the yellow ribbons of her jacket and yanked, drawing her back to the present and the uncomfortably close proximity they were now in. If she budged even an inch, their lips would touch. The thought made her face warm with... something she couldn't put a name to. Then, as if reading her thoughts, Sampo's mouth split into a lopsided, smug grin.

A little distracted are we? Well, as long as it's me and not — whatever it is that's kept you so preoccupied lately.

Huh? Stelle blinked; once, twice, three times. She could have sworn he sounded a little unhappy, but not in his usual way that made him look pathetic like a kicked puppy and garnered sympathy. This was different. Something dark and territorial, his grin feral at the edges. Though alarm bells should have been going off in the back of her head, Stelle found herself not once, but twice glancing at his mouth and quietly willing him to just get it over with and close the distance.

( Of course, he wouldn't be Sampo Koski if he didn't make her work for it a little. )

❝ What — What are you talking about? I've had things to do. You know this. ❞ Stelle licked her lips, and did not miss the way it drew his gaze.

She had been busy lately. That was true. With the Stellaron still active on Jarilo-VI, she had been doing her best to focus on the task at hand; though clearly Sampo had tried on numerous occasions to pull her away from those duties, much to the disapproval of her Astral Express friends. They didn't trust him, and because they didn't trust him, Stelle tried not to either. Several of those occasions had resulted in Stelle cancelling on Sampo at the last minute, with the promise that she'd make it up to him; because as much as she thought he was an awful person, she did feel a little guilty. He always looked so sad and pathetic when there was a change of plans, and maybe that was on purpose, too, but she fell for it almost every time.

He was staring at her intently now, verdant eyes taking in her wide-eyed expression as if silently saying 'Well, go on. Make it up to me then.'

Stelle had only a moment to process that she was moving forward before Sampo tugged the fist he held and sealed his lips over hers.

If she had had any doubts about his intentions before, they were all obliterated the moment they kissed. Stelle could only follow his lead, meeting him with the same fevered momentum, pressing herself flush against him, as he shifted them both. Her back hit the wall with a mild thud. Gloved hands tangled in his hair, chasing the feeling as the kiss became more frenzied, more possessive; as if he were trying to devour her whole. The need for air was beginning to make her lungs strain, but Sampo never once let up and for the first time, Stelle didn't want him to.

When Sampo finally pulled away enough to let her gulp down some much needed air, it was only to shift his focus to her jaw and neck, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses against her warming skin. Stelle squirmed, a feeling hot and wanton lancing straight to the apex of her thighs. Nails scratched against his scalp, and as if in warning, he responded by nipping at the delicate skin around her pulse point. The trailblazer tamped down on a moan; the sound almost teetering into a squeal when she was suddenly hoisted up so that her legs might hook snugly around his hips. Then he was kissing her mouth again, invading with his tongue and swallowing down a greedy sound she made when her hips involuntarily bucked into his.

It didn't matter anymore that they were out in the open, only concealed by well-timed shadows in an alleyway. The only thing Stelle could think about was him; his all-consuming presence snuffing out every other thought that tried to cross her mind, that tried to remind her of who he was, imprinting himself upon her life like a brand. Maybe she did like him, and maybe for the first time she did want to be selfish and indulgent.

Ever the performer, he was all too happy to deliver.

#ic ;;#main ;;#[cw] suggestive ;;#[cw] nsfw ;;#(( if u see me writing FILTH on main.....no... ))#(( no you didnt ))#(( do not perceive me in this moment im not here ))#(( perfectly cut scream as i disappear ))

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windtorn · 9 months

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𝙎𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙊 𝙆𝙊𝙎𝙆𝙄 , a moodboard for @windtorn

#;; saved #(( THIS IS SO PRETTY MY GOD??? ))#(( this tickles my everything you did such a FANTASTIC job on this i cannot even begin ))#(( so on brand and so gorgeous !! ))#(( tysm fae!! <333 ))

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windtorn · 9 months

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new pinned, updated rules n' such! wowee!!

#ooc ;;#tea art ;;#(( what abt all the WRITING u were gonna do today tea ))

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windtorn · 9 months

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when it came to most matters concerning sampo koski, whether for service or information, it all came coupled with a price tag. nothing he offered was ever truly free, even if he spoke otherwise, his true intentions would only be later known when he found it convenient to fit his own selfish desire. and desire did he, with such vigor and gluttony without the lull of reprieve until sampo koski, the ravenous fool, was satiated...but such things were empty and bottomless as he and satisfaction would never be realized to a man who had never known it.

"you've decided now?" he echoed as a flash of amusement danced across his eyes and lazily dripped off his lips, settling on the tongue like finely steeped wine. a small smile followed, curling at the corners of his lips only for a blink of a moment before it became lazier, appearing far more comfortable as he persisted with flippant flair. "if you wanted me all to yourself, alone in a dark alleyway...well, all you really needed to do is ask." he hesitated for a breath, looking stelle over in that flash. she was tense and calculating, perhaps gauging and readying for her next move. sampo quite prided himself in the veil of mystery that he shrouded himself in, the enigma of his ways and confusion that stirred from his words. it was how he indulged in his sin, and what fun were the webs of mischief that he wove like finely tended silk. sampo only lingered a bit longer before he began slowly moving towards stelle to close the distance between them. he proceeded slowly, clearly respecting the damage that she could still do to him, even unarmed as she was. "im a pretty agreeable guy once you get to know me! and, you do wanna get to know me better, dont you?" the mercenary outstretched his hand, gently running his fingers over stelle's clenched fist that was still braced against the wall. he brought his other hand up to cradle her fist in both of his, thumbs smoothing over the bare skin between the fabric of her glove. "tell you what starlight. you tell me what it is and maaaaybe we can work something out, huh?" a chaste kiss upon her knuckle, fleeting, teasing. "since you're one of my favorite clients n' all."

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄. He wouldn't be Sampo Koski if he didn't have a trick or two up his sleeve, and so she had been prepared for this outcome. Stelle might have been willing to play the good errand-runner in their earliest interactions with each other, but she'd long run out of patience now; and besides all that, the situation was a little pressing.

A subtle scowl marred her otherwise blasé expression. She took a step towards him. ❝ I thought you might say that... ❞ The effulgent light of the street lamps cast eerie shadows over her face as she stepped further into the alley. ❝ Which is why I've decided that you can either help me or I flatten you into the dirt. ❞

To Stelle, this was a reasonable ultimatum. Sampo might have been strong, and by all appearances he looked like he could probably throw her a fair distance if he tried hard enough, but what Stelle lacked in physical muscle she made up for in aggressive stubbornness. She could see this playing out in several different ways. Either he cooperated and everything went smoothly, or it didn't. She surmised it would likely be the latter; but whether he would rise to her challenge and attempt to fight, or quail and attempt to talk himself out of the situation, she couldn't discern just yet.

❝ The choice is yours, Sampo. ❞

#ic ;;#main ;;#(( stelle grabs sampo and breaks him over her leg like a stick asmr ))#(( hey. hey fae. psspspsps ))#(( look at my cool icons ))#(( arent they cool ))#(( i wonder who the cool person was that made them ))

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windtorn · 9 months

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@hxkerwxlf speaks: How about I drop a Stellaron Hunter in the inbox instead just blowing a bubble gum right in yo faceeeeee. Enjoy Sampo

and oh did she _drop_, quite literally, in-fact. right into his outstretched arms. it punched a huff of air out of his chest at the force of her fall, although the look he cast her was not one of confusion despite the eerie nature of her appearance. in fact, his expression was still rather lackadaisical, as if this hadn't even been the most obscure thing to have happened to him all day. although when the young woman pursed her lips to form a pink bubble, popping loudly mere inches from his face, sampo retracted slightly with a scrunch of his nose and pinch of his brows. unceremoniously, his grip loosend without warning, letting her complete her fall to the ground from where he was standing.

"oops!" came trill, almost too proud-sounding of himself. "how clumsy of me! you really should be more careful kiddo, never know whose hands you'll wind up in next time."

#ic ;;#(( help ))#(( he didnt enjoy that sdlkgjsdl ))#(( but thank yOU IM srry im such a silly slow guy ))

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windtorn · 9 months

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𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 , a playlist for @windtorn

#reblogs ;;#starblazes tbt #(( OH FAE THEIR TAG THO ))#(( the fact that i knew so many of these songs and found some new bangers also. chefs kiss ))

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windtorn · 10 months

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"not here to judge or anything, firefly, buuuut-" sampo began playfully as he purposefully ran streaks of blue from his crayon into her red colorings already on the paper. they were cheap, dull things that he had rummaged out of the orphanage but made a mental note to find something better in the overworld for her the next time he was up there. the colors didn't mix like colors should though, rather, it was just a messy layer of color that just haphazardly overlapped one another. if there was something symbolic or poetic in that, then so be it but it was yet to be observed as sampo couldn't be fussed with those trivial semantics. "you're kinda s'posed to color inside the lines, y'know." he said with a grin that curled to meet his eyes, after all, its not like he was a man to follow the rules anyway.

unprompted. | always accepting!

✩ . — Hook doodled on the piece of paper with much excitement, humming to herself happily as she took her time to pick the colours she wanted from the wide array of options that Sampo had given her. She adored his gift to bits and treasured them greatly, she even went as far as to arrange the crayons into a straight line.

Picking up the red crayon from the selection, the little girl began to work her magic on the blank canvas. Though, the colours were barely coming out due to the hardness of the wax and the lack of use over the years, she was still determined to make it work. It was her beloved present, after all— and Hook was never the type to give up so easily.

Along the hues of red were some shades of blue, as Sampo chipped in bit by bit whilst speaking.

Honeyed eyes tore themselves away from the paper in reply to his playful teasing. The girl's eyebrows furrowed at his remark as she let out a tiny huff, turning her head away from him.

❝ Hmph— ! Well, maybe Hook doesn't wanna colour inside the lines! I'm trying to be a-artsy.... artsy fartsy! ❞

Like him, she loved playing pranks on people at times. The grumpiness in her tone was meant as a jest, and she soon broke character as a giggle erupted out of her. Hook's attention returned back to the canvas before them, her focus drifting towards the overlapping reds and blues.

❝ Thank you for the crayons, Big Brother Sampo... ❞ Yellow hues remained downwards as her voice was hushed and filled with gentleness. She trailed off, letting silence set in for only a moment, before brightening it up with her voice again, ❝ were you trying to make purple? I know red and blue makes purple! Hook will help you with mixing! ❞

bliss and treasured moments. | @windtorn

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