set your heart against the scales, keep your head above the tide

[dashing]

WHO: Ambassador Amsel & others
WHAT: a Herian catch-all
WHEN: through the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: closed and open starters to be added through the month, I have a hideous cold atm and am even more forgetful than usual, so if we have discussed something and I've neglected to follow up or set something up, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Comments

[youwonscience]

I'll convert you yet, [playful, for all she's still sleepy.]

What's so great out there that's not right here? It's soft, it's warm. Good company...

[She traces her fingers along Herian's arm.]

[dashing]

( A gasp, faux scandalised, as she rolls and holds herself over Cosima, one brow arched and her expression stern.

It lasts perhaps three seconds before she grins, and leans down to kiss Cosima’s cheek. )

The skies are moody, the people are displeased to be up so early, and nudity is generally frowned upon. It’s wondrous.

[youwonscience]

[She laughs against Herian's shoulder.]

See, I knew I wasn't missing anything. Mornings are way overrated. And now you have all this time to spend right here. Sleeping. Or not sleeping.

[dashing]

Not sleeping? That is terribly vague, Cosima.

( Leaning down, she lets her body press flush against Cosima, even as she keeps herself braced just a little, an eternal carefulness. They can still be indulged with closeness, and she lightly drags her teeth over the lobe of Cosima's ear, before trailing heated kisses down her neck. )

We could discuss the tactical value of dried foodstuffs. ( A super fun suggestion, as she pulls back very slightly. Honestly, Cosima probably could make her willing to embrace that topic. )

[youwonscience]

Purposely unspecific, [rather than vague.] Why, are dried foodstuffs on your mind?

[She brushes a hand over Herian's hip, pseudo-casual.]

[dashing]

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