[ several months back. it aligns with what she knows of the flow of time here, but it's still strange to have it mentioned like this, when she'd seen wriothesley back home not very long ago. a couple weeks, at most. ]
So he's made a friend.
[ that's cute. ]
Yes, she is. I'm assuming you've not known her for the same amount of time as you did Wriothesley?
[ At least he's a friend who will always keep Wriothesley humble.
Mostly because he's cute when he gets flustered and grumpy. ]
No, not at all. While she made a brief appearance over the span of a day or two several weeks back, it was only at the beach that she showed up as an actual guest. Either that or she was just playing a very devious game of hide-and-seek.
sorry for the delay!! feel free to let this go if it's been too long
[ she's never been shy about what she likes, nor is she shy about getting it, either; desire is clear in her gaze as she watches him approach, head tilted slightly while her tail coils in lazy arcs behind her. heat radiates off him in waves, but rather than it being scalding, it feels more like a warm caress against her body, like hot palms smoothing down the length of her back and the curve of her thighs. her skin flushes with it, soft pink seeping down her neck to her chest and disappearing beneath the hem of the fur shawl covering the swell of her breasts. ]
It is. [ he's taller in this form, having to tilt her head back a little to meet his gaze. anyone would be intimidated by the breadth of him, the sinister glow in his chest, but clorinde isn't anyone. nor is she inclined to be afraid of something that looks good enough to eat. ] But I think it's a little more bearable, now.
[ her lips, painted a deep and rich purple, curl into something too self-satisfied to be a smile. he curls a lock of her hair around his finger and she steps closer, her hands finding purchase on his chest. she hums low, an almost purr at how warm he is, and it doesn't take very much at all to imagine what that warmth would feel like inside of her as she looks up at him beneath the veil of her lashes. ]
Would you like to find out?
I apologize the new sylus myth grabbed me by the throat
[The grip on the lock of her hair tightens just slightly, claws brushing against its silken texture as his eyes narrow, studying her. She steps closer—unafraid, brazen even—and pulls a smirk across his face. Her hands easily rest on his chest, over the glowing heat that burns just beneath his scaled surface, and the contact makes his wings shift, fanning slightly as if to create space for this tension to scatter.] You look more than comfortable with it. Almost as if you’re enjoying yourself.
[He tilts his head, red eyes locked onto hers as he leans in, close enough for his breath to ghost against her cheek. The glow of his core flickers brighter for a moment, matching the way his own hunger gnaws at him—ot so dissimilar from hers. Another part of him, a scaled tail, slow but dangerous, hovers just above her waist, not quite touching, the promise of contact hanging like the vale's thick fog. He lets the strand of her hair fall, his hand moving to her chin instead, tilting her face up fully to meet his gaze.]
Sweetie, finding out what makes you tick is half the fun.[His thumb brushes lightly across her bottom lip, lingering there with a hint of deliberate pressure.]
But go on, then. Show me what this… new you can do.
[ it's unhurried, the way he comes back to awareness in degrees; the way she smooths her palms over his hands and arms to ease the little pinpricks, soothing the tension in his muscles from keeping still. she only relents when he shifts his arms, arching her spine a little beneath the warm press of them against her lower back. their lips brush when he speaks, his warm breath gusting gently across her skin; she almost shivers, one hand reaching behind her to find one of his and lace their fingers together. ]
I feel the same. Very good, [ she mirrors, unshy but feeling something adjacent to it. she brings their joined hands up so she can press a kiss to his knuckles and the back of his hand. ] ... I'm glad it felt good for you.
[ she's still unused to it—laying him out like that, subject to her pace. her inexperience shows despite how she tries to consider him and his comfort as much as she can. ]
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@bedroll
I can see that.
And I see you're looking for someone to spar with, as well.
I'd like to offer, if you've the time.
@philancer
[ several months back. it aligns with what she knows of the flow of time here, but it's still strange to have it mentioned like this, when she'd seen wriothesley back home not very long ago. a couple weeks, at most. ]
So he's made a friend.
[ that's cute. ]
Yes, she is.
I'm assuming you've not known her for the same amount of time as you did Wriothesley?
no subject
You mean actual sparring right?
no subject
Yes, I meant actual sparring.
no subject
What's your weapon of choice?
no subject
[ At least he's a friend who will always keep Wriothesley humble.
Mostly because he's cute when he gets flustered and grumpy. ]
No, not at all. While she made a brief appearance over the span of a day or two several weeks back, it was only at the beach that she showed up as an actual guest. Either that or she was just playing a very devious game of hide-and-seek.
sorry for the delay!! feel free to let this go if it's been too long
Swords and pistols.
@unionized
I've been working for him for some time, yes.
Unfortunately, he also has no concept of work/life balance.
no worries; event plotting always buries folks!
That's more a specialty of a friend of mine, if you're interested.
You more comfortable with sabers or greatswords?
bless u 🥹
Sabers. I'm afraid my skillset isn't suited for greatswords.
What about you?
no subject
I'm the opposite, but training both is good.
Kinda had my specialty chosen for me by my genetics, but it's worked out so far.
@statuscrow
[ she's never been shy about what she likes, nor is she shy about getting it, either; desire is clear in her gaze as she watches him approach, head tilted slightly while her tail coils in lazy arcs behind her. heat radiates off him in waves, but rather than it being scalding, it feels more like a warm caress against her body, like hot palms smoothing down the length of her back and the curve of her thighs. her skin flushes with it, soft pink seeping down her neck to her chest and disappearing beneath the hem of the fur shawl covering the swell of her breasts. ]
It is. [ he's taller in this form, having to tilt her head back a little to meet his gaze. anyone would be intimidated by the breadth of him, the sinister glow in his chest, but clorinde isn't anyone. nor is she inclined to be afraid of something that looks good enough to eat. ] But I think it's a little more bearable, now.
[ her lips, painted a deep and rich purple, curl into something too self-satisfied to be a smile. he curls a lock of her hair around his finger and she steps closer, her hands finding purchase on his chest. she hums low, an almost purr at how warm he is, and it doesn't take very much at all to imagine what that warmth would feel like inside of her as she looks up at him beneath the veil of her lashes. ]
Would you like to find out?
I apologize the new sylus myth grabbed me by the throat
[He tilts his head, red eyes locked onto hers as he leans in, close enough for his breath to ghost against her cheek. The glow of his core flickers brighter for a moment, matching the way his own hunger gnaws at him—ot so dissimilar from hers. Another part of him, a scaled tail, slow but dangerous, hovers just above her waist, not quite touching, the promise of contact hanging like the vale's thick fog. He lets the strand of her hair fall, his hand moving to her chin instead, tilting her face up fully to meet his gaze.]
Sweetie, finding out what makes you tick is half the fun.[His thumb brushes lightly across her bottom lip, lingering there with a hint of deliberate pressure.]
But go on, then. Show me what this… new you can do.
@nonvoting — january tdm.
[ it's unhurried, the way he comes back to awareness in degrees; the way she smooths her palms over his hands and arms to ease the little pinpricks, soothing the tension in his muscles from keeping still. she only relents when he shifts his arms, arching her spine a little beneath the warm press of them against her lower back. their lips brush when he speaks, his warm breath gusting gently across her skin; she almost shivers, one hand reaching behind her to find one of his and lace their fingers together. ]
I feel the same. Very good, [ she mirrors, unshy but feeling something adjacent to it. she brings their joined hands up so she can press a kiss to his knuckles and the back of his hand. ] ... I'm glad it felt good for you.
[ she's still unused to it—laying him out like that, subject to her pace. her inexperience shows despite how she tries to consider him and his comfort as much as she can. ]
Thank you for trusting me.