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middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
bleedinghare) wrote in middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥. - ada's slowatus toplevel time
Who: adeline & you!
When: early-septeril
Where: housing districts/shopping districts!
What: ada has been doing a scare & isolate after her first full moon. can you catch her?
Warnings: tba
𝕞𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟!
Certainly it’s been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagas’s crowds had become more of a fully realized absence― the frilled curtain that sat in the little window of her flat sitting still for the whole of several weeks, the brass knocker left un-knocked, the knob left un-turned. In the day, it seemed simply vacant.
In the eve, however, its state was more telling: a lamp lit in that same little window, the occasional vague, passing shape. Perhaps it was your own curiosity that brought you here, or the curiosity of another you’ve decided to carry along― reaching to mar the dust on the brass knocker with a gentle hand, or perhaps a less gentle one. Regardless, it takes several and a bit of frustration before the gilded light behind the curtain flickers, before the lace stirs to reveal a flushed cheek, a bit of downy fluff. Seen, and in so being startled, the shape darts from the window; you’re left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on what’s polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknob― or braver still, the window latch?
𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤!
―Gerardagas’s evening markets were generally a jovial time: lanterns lit, flickering soft orange under the fine, heavily-woven canopies strung between the little stalls, with Monster and Witch of every shape, size, and forme bridging the gap between. The amount of beings made for a bit of a noisy affair, but once immersed, the din smoothed over into more of a white noise― occasionally parted with music, with the calling of a shopkeep. Aside from the shopping itself, the evening market seems to have become a social affair, with food and drink and chatter, naturally; filled with faces to recognize from all of Aefenglom’s reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourself― there to see to one or more of the vendors― or perhaps you’re there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-out― regardless, however, of whether or not you make yourself seen willingly, you are seen.
Looking up from your place in the crowd, or alongside a stall, you catch a glimpse of a little hand wrapped around one of the posterns that keep the canopies aloft― no, a glove, a widely-blinking gilded eye, an equally golden curl peering out from beneath a rather suspicious looking shroud. Seeing herself being seen, the creature starts― and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
―if you aim to follow, are you quick enough to fight through the crowd? If you aim to confront, you might be able to head her off if you duck between the stalls…
𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕!
SORRY I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT FIRST anything is a ok but if you want to talk about it hit me up on discord or plurk!!! this is mostly just to get me back into the swing of things and keep me relevant lol
When: early-septeril
Where: housing districts/shopping districts!
What: ada has been doing a scare & isolate after her first full moon. can you catch her?
Warnings: tba
𝕞𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟!
Certainly it’s been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagas’s crowds had become more of a fully realized absence― the frilled curtain that sat in the little window of her flat sitting still for the whole of several weeks, the brass knocker left un-knocked, the knob left un-turned. In the day, it seemed simply vacant.
In the eve, however, its state was more telling: a lamp lit in that same little window, the occasional vague, passing shape. Perhaps it was your own curiosity that brought you here, or the curiosity of another you’ve decided to carry along― reaching to mar the dust on the brass knocker with a gentle hand, or perhaps a less gentle one. Regardless, it takes several and a bit of frustration before the gilded light behind the curtain flickers, before the lace stirs to reveal a flushed cheek, a bit of downy fluff. Seen, and in so being startled, the shape darts from the window; you’re left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on what’s polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknob― or braver still, the window latch?
𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤!
―Gerardagas’s evening markets were generally a jovial time: lanterns lit, flickering soft orange under the fine, heavily-woven canopies strung between the little stalls, with Monster and Witch of every shape, size, and forme bridging the gap between. The amount of beings made for a bit of a noisy affair, but once immersed, the din smoothed over into more of a white noise― occasionally parted with music, with the calling of a shopkeep. Aside from the shopping itself, the evening market seems to have become a social affair, with food and drink and chatter, naturally; filled with faces to recognize from all of Aefenglom’s reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourself― there to see to one or more of the vendors― or perhaps you’re there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-out― regardless, however, of whether or not you make yourself seen willingly, you are seen.
Looking up from your place in the crowd, or alongside a stall, you catch a glimpse of a little hand wrapped around one of the posterns that keep the canopies aloft― no, a glove, a widely-blinking gilded eye, an equally golden curl peering out from beneath a rather suspicious looking shroud. Seeing herself being seen, the creature starts― and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
―if you aim to follow, are you quick enough to fight through the crowd? If you aim to confront, you might be able to head her off if you duck between the stalls…
𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕!
SORRY I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT FIRST anything is a ok but if you want to talk about it hit me up on discord or plurk!!! this is mostly just to get me back into the swing of things and keep me relevant lol
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[He doesn't like to think of Ada all on her own.]
Maybe I can bring you more pastries when I visit.
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Adeline's flat isn't far― only a small handful of blocks from the market, an ordinary door with a filigreed knocker, a lacy curtain in the window. The exterior did nothing to claim it as her own, but the inside she had been building up bit by bit into a home.
She invites him in with a bounce in her gait― revealing a fluffy white cat lounging on one of the chaises, perking at the return of her master. The cat saunters over to smooth over the hem of Adeline's skirts before tracing a path around-and-through Connor's ankles.
"―you haven't met Champagne yet, have you?" She inquires playfully, finding her way into the kitchenette to busy herself with making tea. "Connor, Champagne; Champagne, Connor."
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Hello, Champagne. It's good to meet you.
[He straightens up again with a smile, following Ada while looking around the flat.]
You have a lovely home.
[Which is just as well, considering she had been stuck inside it for so long.]
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"Please," She continues with a smile, scattering a handful of tealeaves into a small porcelain pot. "make yourself at home! I'll be right with you."
The tea is a formality, but Ada keeps Connor in mind even so― something fragrant and flavourful, something to enjoy even with only a taste. Along with the pot, the staples of sugar and honey are present; two cups, even if he won't be able to drink it. A guest is a guest, after all, regardless of their eccentricities.
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I'm excited to try the tea. Even if I can only taste it.
[It seems a shame to waste a cup of tea, but he appreciates it.]
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Adeline sets the tray down on the table; gently, she bends at the waist and takes up the pot to pour two ample cups― the closest to Connor first, then her own. The tea pools deep amber against the porcelain well of the cup, the perfume of orange blossom and ginger blooming on the air. It's a fine series of motions, something like a ceremony: pressing a hand to her skirts as she leans over the tray, humming a tune as honey spills from the wand and into his cup.
She glances up at him, her gilded eye glimmering in the lamp-glow, its colour almost looking deeper and more honeyed when paired with the bloom in her cheek. "Two sugars, or only one?"
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Just one for now.
[He can add another later, maybe.]
Thank you.
[Picking up the cup after Ada deposits the sugar into it, he inhales. It smells good. Comforting, in its own way.]
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"Go on,"Ada presses teasingly, leaning in with a coy grin on her face, the kind that pressed dimples into her cheeks. "I don't suppose you can burn your mouth, can you?"
In giddy anticipation, she retrieves the little parcel from earlier, Connor's gift of sweets for they fwo go share. Pulling a glove off between her teeth, she sneaks a little brush of cream― enough to tide her while her tea cools.
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[He lifts the cup and takes a tiny sip, just enough to cover his tongue. His sensors protest at the hot fluid, flashing a warning that he promptly ignores. He also gets a full list of ingredients to the tea. Again, he ignores it, in favour of lifting his eyes to Ada with wonder.]
It’s good. I’ve never tasted anything like it before.
[He can’t take another sip, but he can dip his finger into it and lick the tea from it.]
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Wonderment at something relatively small, simple. While she of course considered food and drink to be one of the finer simple pleasures in life, it was incredibly heartwarming to see someone do so for the first time. The thrill of it still in her blood, she continues, delicately lifting a cherry between the bare fingertips she had used to taste the cream herself.
"―and what do you make of this?" Grinning playfully, she leaned forward to offer it to him. "Spare no detail!"
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I’m not sure I can... hm.
[She looks so eager, but it’s different placing an actual item of food in his mouth. He can’t swallow it, and he doesn’t know if it would be all that pleasant to have to spit it out again. He opts instead to try sucking on it, keeping it between his fingers as his tongue gently explores the cherry.]
It’s very different to the tea... I can’t quite figure out how to describe it, though.
[Is it sweeter? Is this what sweet tastes like?]
It’s pleasant, though. I like it.
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"Mmh!" Brightening― not only at the flavour, but in idea― she returns her focus to the little pastry, recalling what she had done while he tasted his tea. She makes certain to take plenty for him to taste, but not so much that he might embarrass himself with his inability to swallow. "―oh, I don't mean to be forward! The look on your face says it all― it's so charming to see you try something new, ser."
It's something she doesn't give much thought to: offering the softness of her fingertips, the delicate little portion of cream there tinged slightly pink from the cherries it had been paired with.
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Charming?
[He tastes the cream and hums thoughtfully. These things all taste so good, it almost makes him wish he could eat just to enjoy them more thoroughly.]
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She draws a breath; she had expected it of course, but perhaps not thought it through. What spills colour into her cheeks is the warmth of his mouth― something both shocking and expected, considering what Adeline knows of Connor and his contrasting appearance. As she closes her lips, a bit of a shiver seems to go through the ears at the top of her head, with her elven ears seeming to perk somewhat, to colour.
"―more charming than many mortals I've known," Laughing, she gives a little shake of her golden head; a light-hearted, flushed roll of her eyes. A coy kind of breath enters her tone. "and loved, too, you know."
Perhaps a bit forward, but she considers it appropriate― the slightest gleam of pseudo-saliva on her fingertips having pushed them a bit closer together than expected, as it were.
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Loved... I never would have imagined I could be.
[He tilts his head, curious.]
And how do you feel about me, Adeline?
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Ada giggles, but his words give her pause― raising her brows, blinking the glimmer out of a gilded eye before a coy grin finds its way over her rosy mouth.
"Have I not told you? Would you have a lady bare her heart so soon?" Beaming cattily, she leans in, as if in preparation to tell a closely guarded secret. "Shall I say I fancy more than just your conversation?"
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What else would you like from me?
[He leans a little closer, his hand idly moving to take hers.]
I may be able to help.
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Adeline straightens her posture with a hum like a pleased little cat, her gloved palm poised atop Connor's own, drumming his knuckles in musing, mock thought.
"I suppose I might answer your question with a question, then. Are you a man inclined to courtship, or are you― shall we say― not one for games of strategy?" She deflects his grip on her hand lightly, only to trace playful shapes in his palm. "Perhaps I shouldn't pose my question so firmly. Such things aren't so set, in my experience."
As she says so, she meets his eye. She's certainly not lacking in experience― and, just in case, she gently presses her way out of her little boots beneath her skirts. She may not be needing them, after all.
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[He’s flexible. Does she want to be courted first? He can do that. A little more seriously, he adds—]
Whichever makes you the most comfortable.
[He can selfishly crave the affection of others, but he will always want them to be happy, too.]
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"―if my comfort is what you aim to consider, and if I might attribute experience to comfort, perhaps we should dash the notion of courtship altogether," Adeline giggles, her tone sweetly facetious. But her words are in jest, and her expression softens to something much more earnest. "but if you are to offer it, Connor, I welcome your courtship."
She leans in to gently drape a hand against his thigh, her tone quieting. "Courtship, however, needn't come first."
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In that case... can I kiss you?
[He brushes a thumb over her cheek, wondering if her lips will taste like cherries and cream, too. She certainly looks sweet enough.]
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She leans away to take up her admittedly neglected pastry, to take another little bite― painting her rosy mouth with cherry colour, with cream; daintily, she lifts a hand to brush along her chin, the warmest of giggles spilling from her lips. She makes certain not to get it all, though.
When she flutters her eyelashes, they seem twice as long, her golden eye glimmering in play. "How sweet of you to ask― oh, please..."
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You're even prettier from here.
[He murmurs it while still inches from her face, eyes taking in her soft features.]
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―his words move her softly-parted lips into a smile, one that gives way to a grin― then an expression of mock-seriousness, furrowing her brow as she raises a hand to lift his chin, to admire him from a new angle.
"And you, ser," Ada replies in equal softness, her tone sweetly playful, "why― dashing from every angle I could fathom!"
And then― without hesitation, more quickly, the shape of a smile in her plush lips― she makes use of her touch along his jaw, pulling him flush to her. Her kiss is deeper, hotter, but still seeping affection; just as her words do, her voice a warm breath from her mouth to his own."―Connor―"
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Connor rests his hands at her waist, and this time his tongue looks for hers, his own eyes sliding closed as he deepens the kiss. He doesn’t pull away again, content to keep close to her, ignoring the information from his tongue so he can enjoy the taste of her instead, and how soft her lips feel against his. He matches her affection with his own, and lets out a small, unnecessary sigh through his nose, pleased.]
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