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middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
bleedinghare) wrote in middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ. - 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
๐๐ช, ๐๐ ๐จ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ'๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐!
Certainly itโs been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagasโs crowds had become more of a fully realized absenceโ 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 youโve decided to carry alongโ 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; youโre left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on whatโs polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknobโ or braver still, the window latch?
๐ค๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐ค!
โGerardagasโs 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 noiseโ 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 Aefenglomโs reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourselfโ there to see to one or more of the vendorsโ or perhaps youโre there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-outโ 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 aloftโ 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 startsโ and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
โif 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 stallsโฆ
๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐!
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
๐๐ช, ๐๐ ๐จ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ'๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐!
Certainly itโs been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagasโs crowds had become more of a fully realized absenceโ 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 youโve decided to carry alongโ 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; youโre left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on whatโs polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknobโ or braver still, the window latch?
๐ค๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐๐ค!
โGerardagasโs 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 noiseโ 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 Aefenglomโs reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourselfโ there to see to one or more of the vendorsโ or perhaps youโre there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-outโ 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 aloftโ 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 startsโ and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
โif 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 stallsโฆ
๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐!
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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Ada giggles, but his words give her pauseโ 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 youโ shall we sayโ 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 experienceโ 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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[Heโs flexible. Does she want to be courted first? He can do that. A little more seriously, he addsโ]
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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"โif 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 biteโ 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 askโ 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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โhis words move her softly-parted lips into a smile, one that gives way to a grinโ 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, "whyโ dashing from every angle I could fathom!"
And thenโ without hesitation, more quickly, the shape of a smile in her plush lipsโ 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."โConnorโ"
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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 doesnโt 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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She breaks their kiss, if only for a moment, to speak.
"Might I see to making myself a touch more comfortable?" Adeline inquires teasingly, allowing the soft press of her open mouth to stray from his own, taking a path along the angle of his jawline.
After doing so, she stands to kick away her little ribbon-laced boots with a giggle, shedding the cloak she had kept prior. Held in present by the clear silhouette of a corset, she seems unbothered as she gently bends to part his knees more fully and settle into his lapโ though one might imagine the softness of her form in seeing the plush press of her breast against the frill of her neckline, fair yet rosy with warmth. Touchable, in every measure, as if her very nature was predisposed against angle or sharpness, against any appearance that might keep curious hands away.
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[He watches with clear interest as Ada sheds her cloak, eyes falling to her breasts, held in place firmly by the corset. When she sits in his lap he bites his lip, and he slips a bold hand up her back and tugs gently at the laces holding the corset together.]
This seems uncomfortable. Iโll help you remove it.
[He nudges his nose by her cheek fondly, then kisses down the curve of her neck as he skilfully works at her corset one-handed.]