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
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
He hovers over her and thinks nothing of the clothes that still remain on him, too hungry with desire for her as he leans in and paves a path of kisses along her collarbones, focusing on offering her as much of his body heat as he can muster. Currently, it’s a much higher amount than otherwise, his skin flushing with need.
He can feel her leg trail up the inside of his thigh, even muted as it is with his pants still in the way, and Uldren pulls back when she speaks to peer at her with amusement glimmering in his gaze. “Mm, we did, didn’t we?” He puts some space between them, drawing back to unbutton his pants and shuffle out of the rest of his clothes, dropping it off of the side of the bed alongside the rest, sighing at the relief it offers as he draws the blankets up over his shoulders and presses down against her again for another kiss, his need obvious from where their bodies touch.
She looks back at him with equal amount of amusement, her skin flushed as well with the heat already built up between them and soon more so once his warm body returns to hers. The brief pause offered by him pulling back to remove the last of his clothes gives her the time to gain some control over her breathing again. Even if there is still some strain and pressure in her chest, the painkillers are doing their part in relieving her of the sharper discomfort and it helps immensely.
As soon as he presses down against her again, her fingers tangle into his hair to pull him closer into the kiss he offers, breaking it only for a couple of seconds at the time to draw some gasping breaths before diving back into it. Her legs adjust a bit around him to press against him from the sides as her hips roll up against him in small, slow movements despite the aching want for him that makes her want to lose herself in it all in an instant.
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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
A shiver runs down Uldren’s spine as she tangled her hands into his hair and he dives in to layer kisses along her lips and skin, trailing along with his lips and the brief press of his pierced tongue. Her legs adjust around him and he starts to drift his kisses lower, focusing on the space between her breasts, hiding himself further into the blankets the deeper he goes.
Hs hands move to trail along her skin before lowering to one of her legs, propping it up over his shoulder as he settles between her legs, pressing a kiss just below her belly button before he peers up at her curiously, his hand running up and down the inside of her thigh.
Her head tilts back a bit again to catch her breath once more while he starts trailing the kisses down across her chest, but as he continues going lower, she sucks in her breath in a small gasp and then holds it for a moment as he continues down. He continues further, moving one of her legs up and a darker flush starts spreading up her neck and cheeks. One of her hands remain in his hair, while the other move up to cover her face as if trying to hide behind it.
A shuddered gasp leaves her as his hand starts to move up and down her leg, sending small shivers through her, legs twitching slightly and her lips part as if she's trying to say something, but fail to form any kinds of words. Her eyes open and she glances briefly down between her fingers. The flush on her face seems grow even darker when she meets his curious gaze for a second before hiding behind her hand once more.
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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
It’s an attempt to drive her wild, and it appears as though it works with the more he sinks down, hovering over the place he wants to be, looking up at her from the shadow beneath the blanket. There’s a crooked smirk when she meets his gaze and his hand continues to run along her thigh, only moving when she breaks eye contact beneath her hand.
He dives in, then, and lets his hand keep her leg over his shoulder, running a warm swipe along her center, pressing the ball of the tongue ring against her to see how she reacts to it first, before a few soft kisses are pressed against the insides of her thighs.
She hides behind her hand again and only has time to take another breath before she feels him move under the blanket, almost holding her breath again when the swipe of his tongue has her draw another gasping breath. A small moan is muted against her hand as the piercing presses against her, sending more shivers through her and the leg over Uldren's shoulder tenses against him momentarily, while she's trying to not just roll her hips against him.
His attempt at driving her wild seems to be thoroughly succeeding, the burning want she's feeling for him and the effect he's already having on her should be obvious to him from where he is. The hand in his hair tightens its grip for a second, before her nails more gently run against his scalp and she relaxes a bit again when he moves to press he kisses against her thighs. Her other hand is moved away from her face in an attempt be able to draw a few slower breaths while she can.
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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
Her leg tensing against his back only spurs him on more, pleased with himself to receive this type of reaction. It’s one that has him already planning to go back as her hand tightens in his hair, as he lays kisses to the insides of her thighs, before one hand lifts to the opposite thigh from the one he has tucked over his shoulder and he trails his kisses back up that one toward her, pressing a kiss there before he starts to run his pierced tongue along her center again.
Uldren uses the hand on her opposite thigh to spread her legs a bit more, starting at a slow and almost soft speed, before he starts to pick up and apply more pressure, happily drowning himself in her while also trying to see just how much more of a reaction he can pull from her. If he were a betting man, though, he’d bet he could get quite a bit more out of her.
His hands touching her legs and his lips trailing across her skin there is enough for her breathing to pick up a bit more again. The hand in his hair continue to stroke almost idly, as if she is not really sure what else to do with it at the moment. The next swipe of his tongue sends a twitch through her legs, then the same again and again as he continues in the slow pace at first, and she presses the other hand back against her mouth to drown out the small moaning sounds escaping her.
Though as Uldren starts applying more pressure, she moves the hand away from her face again to just let the gasping breaths come out as they want and she grasps at the bedding instead. Her legs are tensing with small shivers as the intensity of his touch is picking up and she can't help but pressing her leg against his back for a bit of leverage to lift herself more against him. Unable to to keep herself from lying still from the sensation brought up by him, the feeling having an intensity to it in a very teasing manner to the edge of frustrating that makes her almost squirm under him.
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.
roll me up and smoke me, love, and we can fly into the night you take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own
He tries and tries (and succeeds) in his attempts to drive her wild, almost tempting to draw it out if only it had a chance of her removing her hand from her lips. He wants to hear her, but he’s also desperate enough to continue to dive in and pick up the pace. It does end up having the result he wants, however, groaning a vibrating sound against her as he hears her voice increase in volume.
The leg pressed against his back presses against him harder, pushing him further and Uldren is more than content to give in, readjusting now to slip her other leg over his other shoulder, freeing up his hands as well as offering her some relief with how she tries to lift herself. He continues that fast, rigid pace, but one hand snakes up between her legs and under where his mouth is, teasing at her entrance — forgoing any thoughts of taking care of himself simply to focus entirely on her, evidenced with the lust filled intense gaze he continues to watch her with.
He does succeed, her mind going more hazy with the desire to the point where she stop caring about the noises. Everything focused on the feeling of his touch that slowly start to build up a faint heated tension within her, but it all is still on an intensely teasing level, causing small groans of frustration to rise in her throat. His own groan vibrating against her draws another moan from her and her nails drag against his scalp, almost pushing him even closer.
She feels him shift her other leg on to his shoulder as well and she continues trying to get more pressure before the sudden touch of his hand sends more twitching shivers through her legs. She doesn't notice the way he watches her, her own eyes remaining closed, but a small breathy "Please" is whispered out before she can catch herself saying it out loud. Even though it causes the flush on her face to grow darker, she desperately tries to push herself against his hand with another frustrated groan, almost pleading. While she is usually the one doing a lot of teasing and part of her doesn't mind it all being drawn out, wanting the moment to last, the burning haze on her mind makes it difficult to hold back.
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.