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middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
bleedinghare) wrote in middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
ππ ππ πππ₯ππ π₯ππ π£πππππ₯. - 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
ππͺ, ππ π¨ πͺπ π¦'π§π ππ£π π¨π!
Certainly itβs been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagasβs crowds had become more of a fully realized absenceβ 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 youβve decided to carry alongβ 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; youβre left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on whatβs polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknobβ or braver still, the window latch?
π€ππ π£π¦ππ€!
βGerardagasβs 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 noiseβ 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 Aefenglomβs reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourselfβ there to see to one or more of the vendorsβ or perhaps youβre there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-outβ 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 aloftβ 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 startsβ and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
βif 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 stallsβ¦
π¨ππππππ£π!
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
ππͺ, ππ π¨ πͺπ π¦'π§π ππ£π π¨π!
Certainly itβs been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagasβs crowds had become more of a fully realized absenceβ 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 youβve decided to carry alongβ 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; youβre left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on whatβs polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknobβ or braver still, the window latch?
π€ππ π£π¦ππ€!
βGerardagasβs 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 noiseβ 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 Aefenglomβs reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourselfβ there to see to one or more of the vendorsβ or perhaps youβre there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-outβ 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 aloftβ 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 startsβ and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
βif 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 stallsβ¦
π¨ππππππ£π!
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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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 doesnβt 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 lapβ 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. Iβll 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.]