[Open] in the merry summer months

[okayimin]

WHO: Sawbones, Jenny Lou, Poesia and YOU
WHAT: a catch all
WHEN: throughout Solace, into whatever the next month is
WHERE: All over
NOTES: light cw for animal dissection for medical purposes in one of Sawbones' prompts, additional nsfw headers in Poesia's threads. gimme that action spam. if u want a closed starter hmu!

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[sulahnan]

You--

[ What, cut off the hands of the man who tortured Derrica? No matter how well-received that might be by Poesia, Athessa still feels like that shouldn't be what she thanks her for. ]

You looked out for Derrica. In the dungeon. I mean I know that it's a little bit on all of us to watch each other's backs in the field, but-- [ She shrugs. She doesn't have a good ending for that sentence, so she just lets it hang incomplete in the air. ]

[bloodandsand]

[ Poesia laughs and waves her off. As though the three days they'd spent underground had been little more than a trifle.

Well, really it is. ]

Dear Athessa! You give me too much credit. Derrica is very dear and I found her company most charming when we were not otherwise indisposed, but you mustn't assume I did her any such service while we were chained. [ She smiles and it's sharp and predatory. ]

A dog in chains is not overly concerned how her fellows feel about her growls, only that those who've chained her know fear. Rather I am grateful to her, she did turn my head towards a more satisfying goal. And I do so love the chance to please a beautiful woman.

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa considers that, and though the corner of her mouth quirks slightly, no hint of a smile reaches her eyes. ]

I am glad you chopped that fucker's hands off.

[bloodandsand]

[ And that earns Athessa a purring hum. ]

Naturally, dear. I promised Derrica them, after all. [ She taps her chin thoughtfully. ] I should ask if she would like the other, now that I've had a proper come down. It can be rather hard to give up the whole of one's prey sometimes and I was viciously jealous of my dearest bunny for striking the killing blow.

[sulahnan]

[ She gives a nod of understanding. Jealousy isn't quite the word Athessa would use to describe how she felt when Deimos robbed her of her own retribution by killing Devigny himself, but it's close. ]

Well, if you do, [ She says as she gets back to her feet. Best get back to her own duties and let Poesia have her time in the sunshine while it lasts. ] You may want to just give her the bones. The flesh will start to rot soon.

[bloodandsand]

[ She makes a face that is entierly play. Rotting flesh is hardly a bother to her, but... ]

Oh dear, I believe you're right... I suppose I will never hear the end of it if I allow that.

[ Good manners should always be observed when possible. She waves to Athessa as she settles back into her lounge. ]

It was terribly lovely speaking to you, dear.