The full seasonal event can be read here! Below are the main seasonal items for quick reference:
1. A thread reacting to the season's weather in some ways.
2. A thread in the part of the city your character doesn't live in!
3. A thread relating to your vocation.
Of The Season
Quote
"Tell Dr. Nate that Gale sent you, and he still owes me for the mushrooms. Except that it takes you a while to reach the clinic, and by the time you do your fever is spiking, and so instead of the requisite message you instead tell the poor soul who greets you that 'A gale'a m'shrooms sent me cus'a my hands.'" - Zephyr in Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
A hit on a smirk plays over her face when he starts toying with the chain, confirming extra that he indeed likes it. She hums in agreement to the last statement, currently failing to find any proper words with her attention being stolen by the sensation of his fingers moving across her neck to her hair. Her eyes are locked to his, only looking away briefly to catch a glimpse of the tongue piercing. She bites her own lower lip lightly with a small smile.
As his hand slowly start moving up her arm, her hand starts to slowly move up his leg in return and continues to lean in inch by inch as she goes. Her other hand moves from the bench as well to be placed on his other leg, both her thumbs stroking gently in a circular pattern. Ever so slightly sneaking more towards the inside of his thighs with each turn. Carefully testing how much further he would allow her to go with all this. She throws a glance down at her hands, then looks back up at him as if silently asking if she is about to cross some boundaries or not.
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// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
He tests the waters and in turn, she does the same. His hand trails up her arm, calloused fingertips tracing soft lines in her skin as her hands find a spot on both his legs now, climbing up toward some hidden boundary that she seems to quickly realize. Uldren, on the other hand, has zero complaints with it, and the way his gaze narrows playfully as her unaired question meets him, Uldren leans in a fraction to run his hand further into her hair, tangling further as his thumb strokes her neck.
“However far you wanna go.” He breathes the whisper, a quiet agreement that he wouldn’t complain, that he wants to see where this goes — especially with the way her hands move along his legs, sparking a deeper desire within him that he can’t hold off on hiding too much longer. Already, there’s a flush to his skin, behind his ears and creeping along his neck and collarbones, only seen from the tank top he wears from the heat.
The hand in her hair sends small tingles across her skin again, running down her back. His whispered permission bringing a small shyness to her smile, yet her hands continue their slow travel up along his thighs. Her breath coming out slightly heavier as she stops leaning more forward when her lips are as close to his as they can be without actually touching. She holds herself there, with a teasing smirk.
Her knees move gently against his now as well, just some small subtle movements. The flush on his skin brings a mischievous spark to her eyes again. Her hands stop halfway up his thighs, but the thumbs continue their gentle strokes. Teasing. That is the theme of her actions right now. She is now curious to see how long it would take before she breaks down whatever willpower Uldren might have. What action she could make him take before she gives in to her own growing desire.
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// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
They’re close again and Uldren has to refrain from letting his breath hitch the way he wants to, distracted by her hands and the path they pave and the mere hairs-width of space between their lips. She seems to leave it open for him, however, his other hand lowering to slip away from her arm to her side, his warm palm running up her side from her hip gently as he scans her as if to make sure it’s okay.
It should be, he imagines, especially with those teasing strokes she gives to his thighs, and without a second more of thought put into it his fingers tighten in her hair and he leans forward that last little bit to press their lips together again, this time with a different hunger from before at the bar, less surprise.
He assumes correctly; it is okay. Her teasing smirk growing and she has the time to take a gasping breath just after his hand tightens in her hair before their lips meet. She kisses him eagerly, more so than before now when she does not have to mind anyone else watching. The only one to tell them to stop here would be either of them. And Ira has no interest in stopping it anytime soon.
Her hands move further up his legs again as she leans into the kiss, getting as close to him as she can with their straddling positions across the bench. Her fingertips come to rest almost at his groin area, gripping firmly at his legs and she gives his lower lip a gentle bite in between her quickening breathing and their hungry kisses.
The reader of this text has standing permission for responsible powerplay and to use physical/magical force against this character. Instant killing and permanently maiming not included.
// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
Uldren has no interest in stopping it either, especially when she’s more eager than before and he sinks into it – exhaling a sharp breath as her hands trail up, further and further to drive him wild. What truly sends his hunger and lust into overdrive is the gentle nip at his lower lip and Uldren’s hand at her side drops along her hip to her thigh, hooking it to tug it up and over his – not impeding where her hands are placed, but simply giving her a leg up.
He presses further against her in the kiss, in return for the light nip he swipes his pierced tongue along her own, as if asking for entrance as his free hand untangles from her hair to drift down her shoulder, along the curve of her chest. She harbors all of his focus right now, as if nothing else existed but Ira, and he intends to drown himself in her.
A triumphant smile would have been on her lips when everything goes from just testing the waters to driving in, if it wasn't for her mouth being quite occupied at the moment. She is enjoying this too much. Or perhaps it is the perfect amount of enjoyment needed. Her hands shift upwards a bit more when he moves her leg over his, but her thumbs are still stroking against nothing more than just the inside of his thighs. She just has to hold on to some of the teasing.
Her lips part some more, allowing him entrance and her own tongue plays hungrily with the piercing, taking in the intriguing feeling of it. When his hand travels down to her chest, the grip on his legs tighten for a second. She momentarily puts more weight on her arms, before smoothly pushing herself up and forward. Her other leg moves over as well and she settles more in his lap. No small booth in the way this time. Her hands move out of the way, stroking up Uldren's chest and over his shoulders, her fingers running up the back of his neck and into his hair.
(This post was last modified: 01-11-2023, 06:58 AM by Ira.)
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// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
A low hum slips from him as her teasing continues, vibrating through him into the shared kiss. And he continues to run his hands along her just in time to have her slip closer, a bit more pressure applied to his thighs before she settles in his lap. A small smirk blossoms into the kiss and the hand still around her leg lifts it a hint more as he rotates them, so that his back is to the desk and she has a bit more room to gain balance or to hold onto something.
The kiss breaks when her hands find his hair, a shiver racing down him as he pants to try and catch his breath, both hands lowering to slip up under that long shirt-like dress she wears, sliding over the shorts underneath it in search of her bare skin. He hikes it up as he goes, until he can feel her smooth, warm skin, where he starts to rub little circles into above her hips. His eyes are shut, head tilted into the hands in his hair, legs spread enough to give her more balance than she’d had on the bench while his arms ensure she won’t slide off.
She holds onto him as he turns them around, her legs pressing against him from both sides until he settles against the desk. His lower lip receives another small nip when the kiss breaks and she opens her eyes halfway to study his face. A faint smile spreads over her face as she watches his breathing; her own much the same. Especially when his hands travel down her leg, in under the edge of her shirt and upward again. Her warm skin perhaps more damp than earlier. The current activity isn't exactly the best way to cool off with. Quite the opposite.
Her fingers through his hair as he leans into her hands. Nails gently scratching against his scalp slowly. She closes her eyes fully again and leans in closer once more. Her lips brush against his chin, then slowly work their way along his jawline with small kisses down towards his neck just below his ear. His hands against her send small shivers through her body and her hips start to move subtly with the rythm of the circles he rub into her skin.
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2023, 06:43 PM by Ira.)
The reader of this text has standing permission for responsible powerplay and to use physical/magical force against this character. Instant killing and permanently maiming not included.
// && my heart won't change if my head don't break, i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //
The next nip to his lip has amusement sparking in him, a little huff leaving him as his head tilts into her hands and his own make a little path along her skin, up under her shirt. They’re both damp, unsurprisingly with the heat and the humidity and how close they are to one another and the sensations brought up between them. He doesn’t mind it though, and luckily there is a faint breeze that races through the room from a makeshift fan at the opposite side. Not enough to cool off, but enough that it isn’t stagnant.
His head tilts as her lips find his jaw and just under his ear at his neck, below one of the earrings there that dangles on a chain. “Mm,” he can’t help but to hum a soft sound as her hips start to mimic the circles his hands make. It’s impossible to keep himself from rolling his own up against her, some attempt at alleviating the pressure. His hands rise, bunching more of her shirt with it as both hands brush along her ribs, his thumbs brushing along the underside of her breasts in a mimic of the teasing from earlier.
01-11-2023, 03:32 PM
