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[ open] hijinks with sonia

WHO: Sonia & YOU
WHAT: Catch-all for social calls, missions and hijinks
WHEN: gestures vaguely at this month
WHERE: Kirkwall, the Gallows
NOTES: Sonia’s info page is here!

Sonia got back from an extended mission that took her out of Kirkwall just a few weeks ago, and then spent the last few weeks fighting off an minor and irritatingly resistant cold. Now that she's no longer sniffling 24/7, it's time for her to get into some more interesting work and socialize like the wine-toting butterfly she is.

She also seems to be amassing quite the collection of children's toys and some clothes, evidently meant as souvenirs. They are slowly taking over one corner of her quarters, like an adorable invasion of stuffed animals.

If you'd like to work on a mission together, hang out (or meet for the first time), or get into trouble (cause problems) with Sonia, hit me up at

runawayballista for a starter because I am too old and weary to write generic prompts

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"No hangovers?" If Sonia sounds slightly suspicious, it's because that sounds too good to be true. But she watches Athessa with keen interest and unmasked fascination as she lights the joint and takes a hit. It's not as though she's never seen or even been around drugs other than alcohol -- she had just never had any interest and had had the benefit of enough people looking out for her that she'd been gently steered away from it. Really, it's just that Athessa's eyes look so pretty in the firelight, reminding Sonia dimly of their encounter in the baths, and Athessa just has one of those faces that's pleasant to watch. Sonia does not seem self-conscious about this in the least.

She takes the joint from Athessa delicately in her thumb and forefinger. Even if she hadn't confessed it already, it's obvious from the dainty grip far, far from the lit end that she's never done this before. She isn't really afraid of getting burned, but listen, when you've never put anything in your mouth that is partially on fire, you move with some caution. Besides, Athessa has given her such clear guidance, and Sonia is hardly a lightweight when it comes to drinking. This should be no problem. She puts the joint to her lips, and draws.

It is a classic beginner's mistake: trying to take far too deep of a pull. Sonia manages to breathe the smoke, but the end burns so much more quickly than she was expecting it to, and the smoke is also much, much thicker than she was anticipating. She manages to hold it in her lungs for about a beat before it catches hard in her throat and she coughs, explosively, burying her face in her elbow, the other hand holding the joint outstretched far, far away from her hair.

She can't help but laugh, taking the joint from Sonia just so she doesn't drop it or set herself on fire or something equally ludicrous, and pats her on the back gently.

"Ah, that was maybe a bit too much," she looks around and finds a cup for water and gets Sonia a drink. "It'll be easier once the high sets in anyway, give it a few minutes."

Oh, god, this feels terrible. For a good few moments, Sonia is convinced she has permanently burned her throat, or something, but then, even through the coughing, the burning in her throat starts to recede. She takes a few hurried drinks in between coughs as she can and, sure enough, her eyes are watering, little trickles threatening to escape the curve of her cheeks.

"A few minutes?" Sonia wheezes in astonishment. She'd only taken one hit, and hadn't even managed to hold it for more than a second. She assumed she would need to do it...well, more than once.

Is smoking weed...faster than drinking? And no one has told her??

"Yeah, well," Athessa gestures vaguely and takes another hit for herself. She jets the smoke out through her nose as she keeps talking. "It depends on how much got in there and how much you coughed out, and you don't wanna smoke a lot at once until you know how it'll affect you. One time when I was healing up from a fight I smoked way too much, and I thought I was dying every time my eyes were open. It was fine when my eyes were shut, though."

Is that reassuring? Seems like maybe I thought I was dying is less than reassuring.

"It's fine."

It occurs to Sonia now, too late, that maybe...this wasn't the best idea in the world? She doesn't feel any different yet, and she looks sort of bemused as she watches Athessa smoke. She makes it look so easy, even sort of graceful. That look changes to one of mild horror, though, and Sonia sincerely hopes that was a joke, or at least an exaggeration.

"But this is fun...some of the time, isn't it?"

Maybe she should elaborate on what she means by it felt like dying. No, she shouldn't. That'd be too much. So she instead waves a languid hand again, of course it's fun some of the time!

"It's fun most of the time, don't worry," And then, before she can stop herself: "It's just when it isn't fun, it leaves an impression."

"Ah, so not so different from drinking after all." Sonia smiles over her cup of water, coughing once or twice more just to clear the feeling from her throat. The smell is pungent at such close range, but not altogether unpleasant. She gathers her legs under her, sitting a little crookedly and leaning lightly against Athessa. "Do you prefer this to wine?"

Athessa taps the ash off the joint and nods.

"Yeah I can't stand wine."

Sonia sits up immediately, looking appalled. Indeed, looking as though Athessa has just told her she doesn't like to breathe air.

"You can't stand wine?"

She isn't offended, it's just that she's never heard anyone who knows how to have fun say those words in that order.

If there was any doubt that Sonia and Byerly were related, that reaction squashed it completely.

"Yeah it reminds me of something I'd really rather forget," Someday she'll have an easier way of talking around how Devigny ruined wine forever. But until then-- "So I do this instead."

"Oh." Sonia's shock, frivolous as it is, quickly subsides, and she looks more subdued. A sensitive topic, then, and not one she wishes to disturb if Athessa would prefer to let it lay. She quietly files that away in her mind, a mental note to make sure the wine is well put away the next time she invites Athessa over. And then she realizes she's never actually invited Athessa over, and makes an additional mental note to do that as soon as possible. After all, this is hospitality that must surely be returned.

"I'm sorry," she says, entirely earnestly, and bites her lips together. "I didn't realize. I hope I've never made you uncomfortable."

Being that she is, you know, frequently accompanied by wine. Just usually not in the bath.

Edited 2020-04-14 01:01 (UTC)

A slow smile creeps onto Athessa's features and she impulsively leans over to kiss Sonia. Just one solid smooch of appreciation for that earnestness.

"You're wonderful," she says, and sits back. She takes another drag and offers it to Sonia for a second try. "I still haven't figured out how to talk about it that isn't uncomfortable for everyone. 'S just one of those things." If Athessa were keeping track, she'd count this as the most casual she's been while talking about it.

She might be keeping track. Just a little bit.

That kiss is a pleasant surprise, as is the simple declaration of affection, and Sonia blinks, rose-cheeked, as a silly little smile unfolds on her face. Not fair, part of her wants to protest, she's not used to being so sweetly finessed like that -- but she loves it, clearly. It also immediately puts to rest any unease that she might have unwittingly offended Athessa in the past. A ridiculous notion, anyhow. Athessa is decidedly difficult to offend.

"Some things, there's no clean or easy way of talking about them," Sonia acknowledges with a slow nod, leaning back against her. She takes the joint carefully again, though with a slightly surer hold, and her next drag is far slower and shorter. She's still making a face, it's an effort to hold the smoke back, but she does manage to hold it -- and then promptly coughs it all out. Not as bad as the first time, though, and when she internally thinks my god, this is the price of fun? she remembers about hangovers.

"If you ever -- " She starts to offer with sincerity plain in her voice, but interrupted by another small bout of coughing. She clears her throat, shaking her head briskly, and looks back at Athessa. "If you ever want to try," she tries again, "I'll listen. Maybe it will come easier with practice."

"Maybe," she says with a lopsided smile. "But definitely not until we're proper stoned. Let's try this--"

She takes the joint from Sonia again once she's stopped coughing and takes a slow drag, then tips Sonia's face towards hers with a finger under her chin. Her lips just barely brush against Sonia's and when they part, she exhales just as slowly as she took the smoke in.

Sonia didn't know smoking could be so...sensual. As Athessa's fingers graze her skin, she feels something -- odd, something new, almost like a soft ripple in her consciousness, and then Athessa is giving her just the barest of kisses. Sonia shivers slightly, inhales a little to laugh and coughs again -- turns her head to the side just in time, but she feels awash in soft smoke, everything going pleasantly misty and hushed around her. She turns back with a quiet little laugh and kisses Athessa, nearly as gently, and then sways slightly to the side.

"Ohh," Sonia says softly, partly in rapt attention to Athessa's beautiful face, partly because she is just now experiencing what weed is like for the first time.

Athessa smiles against the kiss and laughs afterwards. She recognizes the look on Sonia's face despite always being on the other side of it.

"Ohh is right," she nods, and sinks down more comfortably beside the fire. "My favorite is this part where the sides of your face feel kinda tingly, like someone took the sound that bees make and magicked up two pillows with it and are just--" Her fingers flutter by her temples, then she presses her palms to her cheeks and presses in, smushing her head between two imaginary pillows.

That train of thought goes nonsense places to Sonia, but she bursts into giggles as Athessa smushes her own face. She's so very cute, and it's hilarious.

"It's different from drinking," Sonia concludes with a smile, and she can feel herself swaying slightly, but she's not sure if it's her or the air around her. She runs a hand through her hair absently, combing it away from her shoulder. But oh, that felt weirdly nice. She does it again, running her hands over her own hair with a dawning look of abject fascination.

"Was my hair always this soft?"

"Lemme see--" She lifts a hand to Sonia's hair to see for herself how soft it is, and suddenly everything starts to just...make sense. Athessa looks at the lock draped over her hand, and she sees every individual strand at the same time as the whole.

"Isn't it weird how a single strand of hair looks the same as this much?" Lifting away as much as one might split into a braid, Athessa's expression somehow manages to be sleepy and entranced. "It's like a rope, which is made of tiny threads. But what if the single strand wasn't a single strand at all? What if it's made up of even tinier strands?"

Sonia listens to her with wide, owlish eyes, the words washing over her and blooming in her mind. She parses them, some of it registers, but about half of it glides effortlessly off of her, leaving her blinking and open-mouthed as she tries to catch up to Athessa in real-time. She stares at the lock of hair in Athessa's hand.

"You mean...you think there's even more hair in here?"

Galaxy brain.

She nods too many times.

"Yeah, maybe! But...you can roll a single strand of hair between your fingers and it doesn't fray, so maybe not." Athessa lets Sonia's hair fall free of her hands and she sits for a moment just looking at her own fingers. What would they look like with more knuckles? Or less?

Her own train of thought is interrupted by her giggling about the mental image, and she falls back onto the pillow that Past-Athessa cleverly placed there. Good job, Past-Athessa.

"Is painting pictures different than painting rooms?"

It takes Sonia a full beat to parse Athessa's question, trying to puzzle out why painting a room in a picture would be any different than painting a --

Ohh.

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know," Sonia says decisively, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I've never painted a room. The walls, that is. I mean I've painted rooms, on my canvas, when I'm painting a scene indoors, I obviously paint the walls...why, do you need someone to paint your walls?" A little gasp, and she sits up straighter. "What if I tried painting walls?"

Another little gasp, this time from Athessa. She points aloft with one languid arm.

"What if you tried painting ceilings?"

"What if," Sonia echoes, and she is strangely conscious of the way her mouth feels around those words. She mouths them again, silently this time, then blinks.

"Maker, I've never thought of painting on ceilings before. What would I paint? The stars, maybe?" She giggles suddenly. "How would I reach all the way up there? I'd drip paint all over me."

"We'd build you a scaffolding, of course. Right up to the top so you can lay down on it while you paint!" Of course she mimes painting, waving her invisible brush in the air above her.

Something about the mental image and Athessa's artful little wave of her phantom brush strikes Sonia as incredibly funny, and she collapses against Athessa in an uncontrollable fit of giggles.

"Maybe I should paint myself a portrait while I'm at it." She unsuccessfully tries to smother her laughter with a hand. "Everyone will have to look at my beautiful countenance whenever they look up! Genius!"

what an absolute weenie

sonia is me every time i try to smoke a real joint instead of a vape

there's a little bit of sonia in every stoner

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