[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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i can't remember if i labeled this already but this thread is nsfw now

[bloodandsand]

[ She laughs, a champagne giggle. ]

Oh goodness, no! This is my hobby, dear, not my occupation.

[ She slides her finger along her neckline of her stays, pulling them away from her skin enough so that her breasts fall a little more freely, one cheeky nipple peeking out. ]

I very much enjoy sex, you see. I've been told I'm a terrible wanton.

[highborn]

[ His brows knit very slightly. It's a relatable answer -- but a suspicious one. Perhaps she wants his money still, but without the honest labor involved. Perhaps her intentions are darker still.

As much as he would very much like to enjoy the curve of breasts in his periphery, he keeps his eyes locked on the woman's as he leans back further. ]

Forgive me, my dear -- I'm a romantic at heart, and you're moving so very quickly.

[ It sounds a little colder than any truthfully spoken line should. ]

[bloodandsand]

[ There's some genuine regret for that. ]

Oh dear, that's too bad! [ Her fingers land lightly back on the table as she sits back. ] I do hope you aren't the sort who has his heart set on courting after a little kissing? I'm afraid I'm not at all the sort for that manner of thing.

[highborn]

[ He relaxes only very slightly as she pulls back; the lines in his shoulders stay tense. ]

Not typically. [ Pointedly: ] Though these days, I find I do prefer to know who I'm kissing.

[bloodandsand]

Oh, shall we set aside the game of it? My name is Poesia. [ She taps her chin thoughtfully. ] Are there other details a lady ought divulge before she encourages a gentleman to put his hands up her skirt? I'm afraid I've never been good at concealing anything, so I hardly know where to begin when exposing myself.

[ This is half playful and half genuine question. ]

[highborn]

I'm Vanadi.

[ God, but she is making it very difficult to want to keep up this suspicion. He resists, somehow, and nods toward the bar. ]

Take my offer of a drink. We might even enjoy one another's company, you never know.

[bloodandsand]

If you insist. [ Though it's hardly a difficulty, he's very lovely and she's having fun. ] Though I am very much enjoying your company now, you know.

[highborn]

I'm so pleased to hear it.

[ That's a bit dryly, because of course it -- her entire bearing -- is just what a clever conwoman might be trying. It's really very unfortunate how well it works on him. He pushes himself from his seat. ]

Do you have a favorite drink, or shall I surprise you?

[bloodandsand]

Anything but wine, please dear.

[ And she blows him a kiss in thanks. And if the dryness passes her by, well... That's his fault for assuming. ]

[highborn]

[ Anything but wine it is. He's back shortly with two drinks in hand -- he hardly knows what they are, some local recommendation from the tender. But they are a pleasant amber color, and he holds hers out with a rejuvenated smile. A bit of time away has done his ever-present paranoia good. ]

Here you are, Poesia. [ He slides back into his seat, already sipping at his. ] Poesia, from ... ?

[ Not that it's likely to mean anything to him, but it's a place to start. ]

[bloodandsand]

[ She returns the smile easily, taking the cup and a subsequent drink. ]

You are a dear! [ And the answer to the question comes easily enough: ] Nevarra. Nowhere I could pinpoint on a map, I'm afraid, our little community was rather deep in the mountains.

[highborn]

Ah, well, pinpointing on a map would mean little to me, I'm afraid. Mountainous is a touch more helpful — I'm from the mountains, originally.

[ If you can even call it that, his city was so developed as to hardly even count as mountain anymore. It saw snow more often and had a lot of hills, that was the gist of it. ]

Do you miss it?