[ With Full Moon coming soon, and Caster having some knowledge and also experience— okay, it's not like he's checking in on her (he totally is) but he just so happened to come across something that could soothe the upcoming night, should she not have a Bond ]
Hey, I might got something for you. The owner of the tavern I worked for runs his own private— [ aka probably not entirely legal ] — distillery. He needs an honest, outside opinion on his rum-cask whiskey, so I got a bottle or two because I told him I know someone with very good taste.
Where should I drop it?
[ Alcohol, as it turns out, is quite easy to pour magic into. ]
Hey, I might got something for you. The owner of the tavern I worked for runs his own private— [ aka probably not entirely legal ] — distillery. He needs an honest, outside opinion on his rum-cask whiskey, so I got a bottle or two because I told him I know someone with very good taste.
Where should I drop it?
[ Alcohol, as it turns out, is quite easy to pour magic into. ]
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[ The disturbing early morning dream weighed on him. May as well send a text to someone he's been intentionally avoiding. That's a great way to deal with emotions you have no outlet for nor a good understanding of how to process, right? ]
i've decided to tell you what you've been trying to find out.
the man i'm bonded to is diarmuid ua duibhne.
don't interfere with what we have.
i've decided to tell you what you've been trying to find out.
the man i'm bonded to is diarmuid ua duibhne.
don't interfere with what we have.
i think i'm starting to see what you meant by that warrior thing
can't defend the rights of Monsters and Bonded without throwing a few punches
can't defend the rights of Monsters and Bonded without throwing a few punches
i have something important to tell you. can you meet me right now?
[[from here]]
By Marie's insistence, Scathach's clothes were a bit more difficult to manage, having ornate closures and quite a few layers to go through, but enterprising hands would find a way, regardless. She sucked in a breath when Emerald touched her, regardless, letting the kiss deepen.
She had to be careful, to be mindful of her fangs, but she danced with Emerald's tongue all the same, humming into the kiss, hands snaking behind her to pull her in flush, following the flow of her short to clutch, almost possessively, at her hips and backside, signaling her intentions, her demands, of this girl.
By Marie's insistence, Scathach's clothes were a bit more difficult to manage, having ornate closures and quite a few layers to go through, but enterprising hands would find a way, regardless. She sucked in a breath when Emerald touched her, regardless, letting the kiss deepen.
She had to be careful, to be mindful of her fangs, but she danced with Emerald's tongue all the same, humming into the kiss, hands snaking behind her to pull her in flush, following the flow of her short to clutch, almost possessively, at her hips and backside, signaling her intentions, her demands, of this girl.
Emerald gave a quiet noise that wasn't quite in protest when she found herself tugged against Lancer like that. Did she want—well. If she wanted something there then Emerald was feeling drunk and flirty enough even with the veil of mystery pierced that she might just end up letting it happen. (She might not have much say in the matter if Lancer kept treating her like this. Like she belonged to her.)
Her hands kept working, like she was some kind of pro in getting people out of her clothes, but though they were inexpert as anything else, eventually she felt the sensation of skin underneath her fingers. Without thinking about it, her hand closed around Lancer's chest and she started feeling the older, stronger woman up like she was just some kind of horny teenager.
Her hands kept working, like she was some kind of pro in getting people out of her clothes, but though they were inexpert as anything else, eventually she felt the sensation of skin underneath her fingers. Without thinking about it, her hand closed around Lancer's chest and she started feeling the older, stronger woman up like she was just some kind of horny teenager.
[[from here]]
I'm hardly offended by your presence, my lady. Your philosophy towards beasts is your own and I've no mind to change it. [ Scathach shrugged, leaning back up and letting her voice out more clearly, taking another sip. ]
But I spent a great many years assessing the talent of other warriors by intuition alone, and mine is telling me I'll not be bored with the likes of you.
I'm hardly offended by your presence, my lady. Your philosophy towards beasts is your own and I've no mind to change it. [ Scathach shrugged, leaning back up and letting her voice out more clearly, taking another sip. ]
But I spent a great many years assessing the talent of other warriors by intuition alone, and mine is telling me I'll not be bored with the likes of you.
Curious. [That's about all she has to say on that matter, though. Most of the hero-types fell all over themselves to try to tell her it was a bad thing. So maybe this one wasn't a hero type. Or maybe just a more pragmatic one.
She swirls her glass a little, considering the next thing to say.] Perhaps not in a single bout, but I don't spend all of my time seeking fights or hunting. You'll probably find me quite boring, when you realize I spend most of my time tending to flowers.
She swirls her glass a little, considering the next thing to say.] Perhaps not in a single bout, but I don't spend all of my time seeking fights or hunting. You'll probably find me quite boring, when you realize I spend most of my time tending to flowers.
[ Vanitas only snorts hearing that comment. ]
Yeah, okay. Because that's the truth of it.
Yeah, okay. Because that's the truth of it.
[[from here]]
Aye, take your time... [ Scathach's tone was soft, drawing them in close to her chest, slowing the tempo considerably and maneuvering them back out the the edge, her other hand reaching to gently pet at their hair. All an aim to give him some comfort and some space. ]
Aye, take your time... [ Scathach's tone was soft, drawing them in close to her chest, slowing the tempo considerably and maneuvering them back out the the edge, her other hand reaching to gently pet at their hair. All an aim to give him some comfort and some space. ]
[Oh. Oh wait.]
Ah...I...
[Before they know it they're being pulled to close to her and they can feel a hand sliding over their hair as well. It is strangely soothing and it makes them realize that they are more tired than they actually want to admit.]
It seems I am quite tired. [They yawn softly before they carefully wrap their arms around her.]I am not angry about that fight we had.
[It is difficult to get Enkidu angry in the first place...]
Ah...I...
[Before they know it they're being pulled to close to her and they can feel a hand sliding over their hair as well. It is strangely soothing and it makes them realize that they are more tired than they actually want to admit.]
It seems I am quite tired. [They yawn softly before they carefully wrap their arms around her.]I am not angry about that fight we had.
[It is difficult to get Enkidu angry in the first place...]
[[from here]]
I considered it a near certainty, still, I respect you enough to ask. [ Scathach hummed, reaching up to brush some of Jill's hair aside, letting her thumb rest on her cheek, holding her there and just admiring the naked affection in the girl's eyes for a moment, finding herself enamored with it. As toxic as any strong drink. ]
Take me home, tonight, bartender.
I considered it a near certainty, still, I respect you enough to ask. [ Scathach hummed, reaching up to brush some of Jill's hair aside, letting her thumb rest on her cheek, holding her there and just admiring the naked affection in the girl's eyes for a moment, finding herself enamored with it. As toxic as any strong drink. ]
Take me home, tonight, bartender.
[And the two did just that, making their exit from the dance floor and festivities. The trip back to Jill's apartment wasn't overly far, though given how they felt towards one another, it was a challenge keeping just their hands and lips away from each other.
Once inside and behind closed doors, it was almost instant how quickly they started making love.
After everything was done, she was left a mess. A sweaty and sticky mess.
But she was happy.]
I don't know what it is about you.
[Jill commented, her body still being embraced by Shadow as the two continued to share the bed.]
Everything you say and do...
Drives me crazy.
Once inside and behind closed doors, it was almost instant how quickly they started making love.
After everything was done, she was left a mess. A sweaty and sticky mess.
But she was happy.]
I don't know what it is about you.
[Jill commented, her body still being embraced by Shadow as the two continued to share the bed.]
Everything you say and do...
Drives me crazy.
[Scathach will receive from Zelda a palm sized music box, crafted with simple wooden materials but intricately carved in such a way to suggest that Zelda did not exactly follow the whole "handmade" tradition surrounding this holiday in this instance. She's just not very crafty, alright!
The song that plays when the tiny hand crank is turned is one Scathach will find familiar, however, and reveals that it at least was a special commission. There isn't any kind of card or explanation attached; the princess is taking a leap of faith in hoping the gift's sentiment speaks for itself.
(She couldn't any of the words to come out right when she tried, regardless.)]
The song that plays when the tiny hand crank is turned is one Scathach will find familiar, however, and reveals that it at least was a special commission. There isn't any kind of card or explanation attached; the princess is taking a leap of faith in hoping the gift's sentiment speaks for itself.
(She couldn't any of the words to come out right when she tried, regardless.)]
[ From Cú, Scáthach will receive a whiskey box [please ignore the logo, couldn't find one without some kind of a logo, ugh] engraved with celtic knot decorations in the corners. Inside there are two glasses and a bottle of fine whiskey she mentioned that is for her taste... and behind that bottle is another one. Then another one— One guaranteed hit, the others are imports from different cities along Talam, but it's quite clear that so many bottles should not fit into box of this size.
Overall the enchantment makes the box three times deeper than what it would look like on the outside. The whiskey is just a bonus. So it could be used as storage! Or a luggage box! In general it should weight as much as what is in the front layer (the area matching the size of the box), but that kind of enchantment layered on top of the previous one is rather tricky and might... not always work correctly. ]
Overall the enchantment makes the box three times deeper than what it would look like on the outside. The whiskey is just a bonus. So it could be used as storage! Or a luggage box! In general it should weight as much as what is in the front layer (the area matching the size of the box), but that kind of enchantment layered on top of the previous one is rather tricky and might... not always work correctly. ]
[Marie left this gift in Scathach’s room. There’s no intricate wrapping, just a purple ribbon and a small canvas bag. Inside she would find a shamrock necklace. It’s really cute
“Despite everything, I think it would suit you! You can be cuter than you usually allow yourself to be” the attached note says]
“Despite everything, I think it would suit you! You can be cuter than you usually allow yourself to be” the attached note says]
[If he weren't so busy playing Santa Claus, Diarmuid might have presented the wrapped gift to Scathach himself but he's had to forego ettiquette and leave it with the rest of her mail. Inside a small velvet bag rests a metal hair barette, its stick pin hammered into the shape of a spear.
It might be a little surprising, though, that the handwriting on the note rolled up within is decidedly sloppy. If there were more of it to analyse, you could even call it unreadable in places.
May this next year be kind to you.
Diarmuid]
It might be a little surprising, though, that the handwriting on the note rolled up within is decidedly sloppy. If there were more of it to analyse, you could even call it unreadable in places.
May this next year be kind to you.
Diarmuid]
[She tried to not to default to the "easy" gift of alcohol. But at the end of the day, she knew that Shadow would like it, and that she'd be good at actually making the gift.
The drinks being expertly made wouldn't be anything new, but the quality is a step up than usual. And the liquor itself is... well, stronger and definitely packs a hit. It's all served up in a large gift basket, with shot glasses and other types of glass cups accompanying the beverages.]
The drinks being expertly made wouldn't be anything new, but the quality is a step up than usual. And the liquor itself is... well, stronger and definitely packs a hit. It's all served up in a large gift basket, with shot glasses and other types of glass cups accompanying the beverages.]
It's been some time since I had a sparring partner to test my spear against. If you have time, would you indulge me, my lady?
[he's very stressed out]
[he's very stressed out]
[So... it's been a trying couple of weeks for just about everyone. This is not in question. Hell, it's about half the reason Zelda's been waffling on this idea for a few days now. Scathach isn't as invincible as she lets on to most people, and both of her disciples are hurting in ways that won't be easily fixed by kind words and public justice. A part of her still thinks she should just turn around and refuse to add to her burdens.
... But also she feels a little bit like she might explode if she doesn't get these worries off of her chest. That's something Scathach can probably sense, too, even if she didn't have a direct link to her emotions.
So, Zelda seeks her Bonded out sometime when the other is alone, whether that is during morning training, evening drinking, or anywhere in between. Just so long as it looks like she might have a few moments to spare, she'll drum her fingers on the nearest surface (though her scent gives her presence away long before that) to get Scathach's attention and ask--]
... Are you busy?
... But also she feels a little bit like she might explode if she doesn't get these worries off of her chest. That's something Scathach can probably sense, too, even if she didn't have a direct link to her emotions.
So, Zelda seeks her Bonded out sometime when the other is alone, whether that is during morning training, evening drinking, or anywhere in between. Just so long as it looks like she might have a few moments to spare, she'll drum her fingers on the nearest surface (though her scent gives her presence away long before that) to get Scathach's attention and ask--]
... Are you busy?
[ Anxiousness and tension never seemed to stop hanging over Zelda, and as much as Scathach felt a pull to shield her from such irrationality, she knew she still as of yet had no place to do so, nor would Zelda really learn her own way through this disordered life if Scathach simply held her hand through all of it... It was frustrating, keeping that distance while they closed so many others between them, but Zelda was a special case... and Scathach dared not force her into anything she wasn't strictly consenting to.
She was right that the scent announced her presence well before anything else, of course, drawing up Scathach's nose from her work, which had been smoothing out the tip of her spear with a special, runic whetstone. ]
This isn't busy work... more like meditation, really.
She was right that the scent announced her presence well before anything else, of course, drawing up Scathach's nose from her work, which had been smoothing out the tip of her spear with a special, runic whetstone. ]
This isn't busy work... more like meditation, really.
[[from here]]
Desperate times, desperate measures. [ Scathach hummed, pulling a flask from her pouch and taking from it a long drink. ]
Of course the enemies of the World use Heroic Spirits to their own ends, as well. The Throne is still a neutral force, all things considered.
Desperate times, desperate measures. [ Scathach hummed, pulling a flask from her pouch and taking from it a long drink. ]
Of course the enemies of the World use Heroic Spirits to their own ends, as well. The Throne is still a neutral force, all things considered.
That all sounds strange to me; I don't know what to say.
[ She's steadily digging into the food by now. It's just... so delicious. And she really needs to keep her energy levels up, doesn't she? ]
How have you found this place?
[ She's steadily digging into the food by now. It's just... so delicious. And she really needs to keep her energy levels up, doesn't she? ]
How have you found this place?
[Jill is spending the evening at Shadow's place once more. More specifically, she's in bed with the warrior woman, having finished being intimate with her yet again.
Two continued to lay naked, with the bartender catching her breath as she snuggled up next to her lover. She made no effort to cover herself up with the sheets, wanting instead to just... enjoy the moment.]
I really like, just... being with you this way.
Two continued to lay naked, with the bartender catching her breath as she snuggled up next to her lover. She made no effort to cover herself up with the sheets, wanting instead to just... enjoy the moment.]
I really like, just... being with you this way.
[ Honestly, even a single sheet would have felt too heavy in that moment. The cool air of the night felt perfect on their sweaty skin... Scathach's chest still heavy with breath though able to calm herself somewhat after another rousing bit of love making with the bartender. And even lacking a bond... it was hard not to feel the truth of her words. ]
I suppose the fur makes for a better pillow... [ She chuckled, gently teasing. ]
I suppose the fur makes for a better pillow... [ She chuckled, gently teasing. ]
[Zelda doesn't venture outside of the safety of the Bright Wall nearly as often as Scathach does, once burned and twice shy by the disastrous cave expedition she volunteered for before she truly knew what the Wilde was like. But the task today is simple, with minimal risk, and she could use something like that to get her mind off of the fact that she's been stuck in this strange world for over a year, now.
It's still warm and mildly muggy, but a cooler breeze drifting through from the direction of the Wilde makes the walk through the farmlands outside of Aefenglom proper more bearable. A wicker basket hung over her elbow, Zelda consults a sheet of written directions as she takes in their surroundings.]
Let's see... the bushes we are looking for should be just past this field, if I am following this correctly.
It's still warm and mildly muggy, but a cooler breeze drifting through from the direction of the Wilde makes the walk through the farmlands outside of Aefenglom proper more bearable. A wicker basket hung over her elbow, Zelda consults a sheet of written directions as she takes in their surroundings.]
Let's see... the bushes we are looking for should be just past this field, if I am following this correctly.
[ Scathach had largely insisted on coming along as protection. The Wilde was no place to venture alone, even for experienced warriors like herself. Even if it was just for berry picking... Better to have her spear there than leave the watching of her Bonded to someone else. And besides... it seemed like an ideal sort of day for an outing.
Though the heat and her fur didn't quite agree. A loose, flowing linen blouse was the best she could manage, along with some leggings. Cool enough, but still a bit dreary... ]
I recall seeing similar ones to the those describes to us before. I'll likely be able to put two together once we get closer.
Though the heat and her fur didn't quite agree. A loose, flowing linen blouse was the best she could manage, along with some leggings. Cool enough, but still a bit dreary... ]
I recall seeing similar ones to the those describes to us before. I'll likely be able to put two together once we get closer.
[Jill's habit of smoking after a good fuck remained even here. She didn't even bother getting dressed or cleaning herself up, since that would involve tearing herself away from Shadow. Once they'd finished, Jill took a few moments to collect herself before reaching for her usual pack of cigarettes.
Shadow herself wasn't a smoker, but she'd been assured that it was no bother as Jill lit one up.]
You know, now that I'm dead, I guess I don't have to worry about these things affecting my health all that much.
Shadow herself wasn't a smoker, but she'd been assured that it was no bother as Jill lit one up.]
You know, now that I'm dead, I guess I don't have to worry about these things affecting my health all that much.
[ She didn't mind, particularly because the cloved cigarettes Jill was able to buy in the city had such a warm fragrance to them. It helped coat the room in a lovely haze that complimented the post-sex mood. ]
You say that, but I hope you aren't developing any particularly reckless habits...
You say that, but I hope you aren't developing any particularly reckless habits...
this is now post zelda confession because continuity ain't real
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