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Entry tags:
- alexandrie d'asgard,
- bastien,
- byerly rutyer,
- derrica,
- ellis,
- julius,
- kostos averesch,
- nell voss,
- wysteria de foncé,
- yseult,
- { athessa },
- { fitcher },
- { ket perrino },
- { miles vorkosigan },
- { poesia },
- { richard dickerson },
- { sidony veranas },
- { sister sara sawbones },
- { sonia barra },
- { vanadi de vadarta }
[ open: all arise! ]
WHO: you. yes, you there. you're invited
WHAT: Sonia is throwing a big party, because everyone needs an excuse to get good and drunk together right now. And dancing. There is always dancing.
WHEN: Justinian, shortly after the return of the jungle crew
WHERE: The suite at the top of the mage tower
NOTES: ♫ have some party jams ♫
WHAT: Sonia is throwing a big party, because everyone needs an excuse to get good and drunk together right now. And dancing. There is always dancing.
WHEN: Justinian, shortly after the return of the jungle crew
WHERE: The suite at the top of the mage tower
NOTES: ♫ have some party jams ♫
The month in the jungle was a long one, made longer by the total lack of any alcohol to mitigate the experience. Utterly unthinkable. Sonia is addressing a public need by throwing a grand party -- a public service, even. Besides, it's what she does. When was the last time she got to plan a party, anyway? Granted, this is not a Denerim soiree for the young nobility, but the venue doesn't matter. Only the people and the drinks, and Sonia is assuredly rich in both. It is also a fantastic excuse not to think about any of the bad things that have happened since she was last in Kirkwall.
The decoration in the residential suite at the top of the mage tower would be best classified as improvisational -- one of those drapes tacked along the wall for ambience may be a bedsheet -- but it's the spirit of the thing that counts. One makes do with what one has. In one corner are a few tables laden with spirits, some provided by Sonia, others by generous partygoers. There are a few Barra vineyard vintages in the mix, highlights of her personal collection, a testament to the celebration she considers tonight to be. There's a small selection of food nearby, mostly for snacking to go with the drinks, though guests are free to bring whatever they like to share.
And there is, of course, music. Someone here has brought a fiddle or a flute or a bunch of pots masquerading as a drum set. Maybe you've brought your very own a capella choir. Whatever the accompaniment, there's something to dance to. Sonia makes sure there is dancing.
Tonight is not for licking wounds or swapping grisly stories of terror and survival. Tonight is for feeling alive, getting properly and delightfully drunk, and having a good god damn time.
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[ Not much left of the joint, either. She finishes it off, flicks it away, and comes to a decision. ]
We'd better make the most of it.
[ Athessa leans closer, reaching out to trace a path with her fingers from jaw to collar with a feather-light touch. The high from the elfroot makes every sensation a bit more captivating, like the difference in beard, skin, and cloth is somehow novel. But she's thinking less about the weave of the fabric or the raised texture of its stitches beneath her fingers now as she is about the unacceptable distance between her lips and his.
Her grip tightens on his shirt collar and she pulls him into a kiss. ]
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It is a sweet kiss on Loxley's side of things, but not just that. He meets her halfway with insistence, a languid enthusiasm of someone who hit a party late but not too late. ]
Let's go somewhere, [ he suggests, during a pause. ]
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Another time, Athessa might see that as a warning sign, but right now? Who gives a fuck. The answer is, hopefully, Loxley.]
Where did you have in mind? [ Her words say I understand that we should take this somewhere more private and comfortable but it is taking all of her willpower to keep her hands from immediately relieving him of his shirt. ]
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He is tall and she is not, which is nice for them, her seated, him standing. ]
My room's occupied, [ he says, and kisses beside her mouth, ] Probably. So that's one room out of several hundred out, [ and then against her throat, head tipped so as not to hit her in the face with horns, and expertly enough that maybe he's done this before. ]
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Mine isn't, [ Her pulse thrums beneath his kiss and the heat of his mouth and the brush of his facial hair against her bared throat sends a shiver up her spine.
Speaking of telegraphing, she snakes her arms over his shoulders and one hand into his hair. With a tight grip on dark locks she pulls his head back so she can kiss him again and nip at his bottom lip. ] But for the record, I'd take you right here.
[ Is it still telegraphing if said explicitly? ]
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His head lifts as she pulls him up, eyes hooded, a smile still playing across his mouth when her teeth are felt. ]
And here I was, attempting to be gentlemanly.
[ He kisses her hard, a little like he's taking her up on that proposal, but eventually, after long drawn out moments, his hand finds hers, and tangles with it in invitation to lead the way. ]
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I'm not someone you need to be gentle with.
[ The height difference between them isn't as drastic as between her and Deimos, but it's enough to make it too difficult to try and snog Loxley while she leads him in the direction of her room.
So periodically along the way she'll just have to push him against a wall for a little top-up.
Once in her room, Athessa locks the door behind them and takes a moment to lean against it, breathlessly and wantonly looking Loxley up and down. Her eyes gleam in the low light. ]
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