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Got no credit and I got no fear

WHO: Sera ~~Mai Bhalsych of Korse~~ and OPEN
WHAT: Sera comes back to Skyhold
WHEN: Last few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: All over Skyhold
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Herald's Rest

While her room's been mysteriously stolen by a mysterious shiteface, the tavern is still Sera's home in Skyhold. Drinking, playing cards, trying to avoid the weirdly intense gaze of the lady bard, Sera can be found doing them all now that she's finally back. As the night goes on the cheating becomes more flagrant and the stories louder, accompanied by wider and more dramatic arm flailing and occasional reenactments. Eventually, she tells the Tale Of The Time Cassandra Punched a Bear's Heart Out And It Got All Over The Herald's Clothes And I Laughed Then Shot Other Bears With Arrows. During her demonstration of the punch, she throws her hand back a little too hard and fast, hitting someone or knocking a drink over. But dealing with that has to wait until the story's done.

Out and About

Sera hadn't spent much time in the old fortress since she'd had to go off on Very Important Jenny Business (Possibly Involving Fire Ants and Honey), so it's time to get to know the place by the back of her hand again before starting up her services to the local community. Every hidden passage and unlocked (and unoccupied locked) room gets poked and prodded as the week goes on. All expect for one very specific room where she knows Creepy Cole likes to linger in, like some stupid ghost of the attic. Unless there's a juicy conversation to be overheard, she doesn't bother with stealth, just walking in and up to anything and anyone that strikes her. Anyone looking particularly servant-like will be getting chatted up whether the like it or not, along with most everyone else she comes across.

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Isabela watched the new elf, laughing at her stories. Oh, she was going to be a fun one. She seemed to love all of Isabela's favorite tavern activities--although, really, the lady bard was a treat to look on.

"So, Kitten, what's this about someone stealing your room?" she asked later.

Hello pretty lady coming to the card table. It's mostly dead now, Sera more working on getting sober enough to drag herself back to the hold than anything. But her hands can still shuffle a deck without trouble as she rolls her eyes.

"Shit, innit? Go off to help save the world for a few months and some piss they take all your underthings. And the box they're in, too."

"Well, that's no good. Do you have a plan for how to handle that? I hear a chanter's board can be a fun place to recover underthings."

Isabela winks as she takes a long drink.

That gets a giggle. Underthings on the board. Ha!

"Oh, I'll try that. But I'll get him soon. Sure there's other places I could snuggle up. For now."

Flirting isn't really her biggest strength. But the girl is pretty with big titties and is asking about her bed. So Sera bites her bottom lip after that last bit. Straight outta one of Varric's bullshit.

Isabela chuckles.

"Well, my quarters are just right upstairs, sweetness. I'm sure I could spare a bit of room for a pretty thing like you, if you're interested. I'd hate for you to be out in the cold."

"Now there's some honey tongue."

Ah, flirting. She had that first bit down, now the rests all rough and hard around the edges. Not that there's much wrong with that.

"Could take a look, yeah."

"Kitten, you haven't seen my honey tongue yet."

The pirate slips an arm around the elf.
"Wanting to head upstairs, then?"

It was an excited giggle, but still a giggle that went all the way through her. The woman was so pretty, and it was so much better than curling up in the stables alone. Sera nuzzled her head against the woman's shoulder, wondering if honeytongue could actually carry her upstairs or not.

"Oh, all the yeses."

Isabela's stronger than she looks, and she's actually able to heft Sera pretty well, getting her upstairs and around the corner to the Admiral's quarters.

"Here we go," Isabela announces. The room is cozy, but there are silken cushions and warm blankets, lots of books and maps and little shiny trinkets, and a stash of good alcohol. "Think this will do for you?"

Good, bad, it's all alcohol for her, and Sera gives a squeal at the sight of it, her arms tightening around the other woman's neck.

"Oh, you're grand, yeah? I'm gonna owe that room-hoarding git after this."

Isabela smirks.
"Owe him to get back for taking your space, or to thank him because it gives you a chance to join me here for the time being?" she teases.

"Because I do think I'm going to enjoy this. Just imagine the girly fun we could get up to. Sharing secrets. Probing each other's... depths. Show you that honey tongue you seem so eager to experience..." she purrs.

"Depths, ha!"

Sera doesn't blush or swoon at innuendo, she's too busy cackling at it. But she wriggles a bit, clearly ready to be on the bed already.

"Because of- ah, you know. Lovely. Give me a chance and I'll probe better than you'd believe."

"All right. You're on," Isabela agrees, nudging Sera over to the bed. "Show me what you can do."

Another giggle, and Sera wastes no time in reaching for the other woman's top, trying to tug it off. Her own stuff comes off fast enough, but you never knew what hidden buckles and belts there may be.

There's plenty of clanking as armor gets unbuckled and daggers are fished out and cast aside. Isabela steals a kiss as Sera's clever fingers work on undoing her laces, letting that magnificent bosom spill forth.

"Careful you don't get cut," she murmurs.

It takes here a moment. So many...so much bosom. Daggers and the rest of the junk is just normal protection, what idiot goes around steel naked in the world? But...ngh.

"Don't care for careful, honey."

She moves so she's kneeling on the bed instead of standing, putting her at just the right height to take a nipple in mouth, pinching it just the harsh side of lightly between her teeth.

"Good. Neither do I."

And then that tart little mouth is suckling at her breast, making Isabela coo with delight. Of course, she couldn't take all the attention for herself, and Isabela brings up a hand to tease Sera's pert nipples as well, rolling them with dagger-calloused fingers.

Now that was nice. Sera tugs and falls back, trying to get the human woman on top of her. No humans over elf thing, she just likes the taller one to be on top. For the first bit, anyway. Makes it hotter.

But she struggles out of her leather and top on the way down, not needing someone else to strip her down.

"What you like being called, honey?"

No worries, Sera--Isabela likes being on top.

"You can call me Isabela, if you like," she purrs, bending to kiss at Sera's neck. "What about you, Kitten?"

"Whatever you want, innit?" No attempts at mystery in that, only the feeling of teeth and skin on her was more important than the rest. "But Sera, if you like."

"Sera." She tests the feel of the name in her mouth. "Pretty. It suits you."

Brown fingers trace their way down Sera's body.
"Now... I believe I promised you a honey tongue, didn't I?"

Her lips are soft when they meet Sera's, but full of heat, tongue probing.

There's a witty comeback waiting, she swears there is. But the tongue is a bit too honey, and Sera melts into it. Her fingers go to the woman's breeches and underthings, tugging them off, as a clue of her approval. But for the rest it's just a deep moan.

It doesn't take Isabela long to wriggle out of her dress and smalls and boots, clever fingers working to divest Sera of anything still left on her.

"Mmmm, you are a pretty thing," she murmurs, sliding down Sera's body, kissing and licking all the way. With a wicked smile and a lick of her lips, the pirate's clever fingers find their way between Sera's legs.

"Oh, I am going to enjoy this..."

No point playing shy or pretending this is all so new. The fingers creep in and Sera promptly spreads her legs wide, flexible enough to get her feet braced against the other woman's shoulders. Hands wandered up to brace against the headboard. Leverage may be needed.

"Oh...Enjoy a bit harder, yeah?"

Isabela chuckles, low and throaty.

"You might want to hang on good and tight."

She lowers her head, putting her tongue to use in a dozen ways in turn: broad, flat strokes, deep probing, flickers over her lips, tracing rune shapes over her clit. Kissing, sucking, delicate little nips. All in all, a merciless barrage.

"Sweet enough for you?" she purrs, momentarily coming up for air.

Got no credit and I got no fear

Herald's Rest

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