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"That and seducing innocent girls." Rev adds dryly.
Azhar sighs, "Not in recent memory, dear brother. "Trying" & not "doing" do not "good at" make." he pauses, looks around accusingly at Rev, "and since when have you been morally opposed to this?"
Larko looks at Rev then, With eyebrow lifted, at Azhar. Slowly shakes his head, "I'll go to the closer places first to lessen the load. Thank you though."
Azhar shrugs, "As you wish." he turns, picks up the package he set aside for the Kaijitsu's, "hope you feel better about yourself, brother." he says as he exits the room.
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She looks at him for a moment, "If that is how he treats people who remind him of the old flame, I'm really glad I'm not that flame."
Azhar smiles at her fondly, "You're really nothing like her. It's more the situation. If you can give it time, I'm sure it'll pass."
Her hand goes up to caress his cheek when he looks down at the parcel, "There is a little time until curfew, why don't you come in and give it to Mother yourself."
He replies in a whisper "and no mention of your part in this, right?"
Her true smile, "That way Mother and Father are even when it comes to gifts from you."
Ashar rolls his eyes and sighs. Before shooting her a sly smile.
Gravlax points at Mathalen, points back up the street the way they came. Points at himself, points back up the street the way they came.
Gravlax takes a step toward the snake -- so he is closer to it than Mathalen should it strike.
"Noted," Gravlax says, and lashes out blindly with his fist -- at where he thinks Mathalen's solar plexus might be.
Azhar sighs, "Not in recent memory, dear brother. "Trying" & not "doing" do not "good at" make." he pauses, looks around accusingly at Rev, "and since when have you been morally opposed to this?"
Rev grins at the accusatory glare. "I've always preferred my women a little more worldly." He realizes he's going to have to have a discussion with his brother at some point in the near future.
"Azhar, sometimes I forget you're only sixteen."
He looks at Larko, an apologetic glance, for the domestics.
She melts into him just a bit when he pulls her against him, her body hitting involuntary contractions around him as he lovingly manhandles her body. Surprising her when he pulls out and pushes her away.
A short lived surprise that turns into smoky, toe curling anticipation as he works his way up her body. Gooseflesh heralds each move of his lips and her mocha eyes are molten chocolate as she watches him, eyes linked with his as he waits at her lower lips. She's quick, the siren's smile spreading on her wine-red lips almost immediately when she realizes his plan.
As he enters her, her arms curve around him, nails starting just below his waist and running in parallel lines to his spine up to his neck then back down, all with the same perfect timing that he is using to slowly take her. She works with him to keep their bodies pressed together, the friction of skin on skin driving pleasure along with the parts of their bodies that are joined. Slow, deep, steady, and with her tight pressure all the while.
He takes his time with her. Playing her body like the gorgeous instrument that she is, reading her reactions, drawing out the pleasure she feels. His lips upon hers, his left hand sometimes on her hip to guide her movement, other times it travels up, teasing her breasts, running up along her neck, brushing her hair out of her face. His carefully thought out lovemaking doesn't bring her to quick repeated orgasm, rather be builds her up, higher and higher, until she feels she might go insane if she doesn't peak soon. But every time she is about to climax he changes rhythm, thrust depth and speed, even changes where they are touching, forbidding her from reaching her satisfaction, drawing out the moment, heightening her experience.
Azhar shrugs, "As you wish." he turns, picks up the package he set aside for the Kaijitsu's, "hope you feel better about yourself, brother." he says as he exits the room.
Rev frowns at Azhar as the younger man turns to leave. Completely no idea what Azhar is talking about. Surprised as his brother's seemingly hurt tone. What just happened? Is probably the expression which echoes his thoughts.
Rev grins at the accusatory glare. "I've always preferred my women a little more worldly." He realizes he's going to have to have a discussion with his brother at some point in the near future.
"Azhar, sometimes I forget you're only sixteen."
He looks at Larko, an apologetic glance, for the domestics.
"Seventeen." Azhar retorts a little sulkily, before getting a bit of his grin back and heading out the door.
Ack. Ting!
'one' might perhaps think so i suppose she says. i did not
There is a smile playing over Janiven's lips as she hears the door close and she shivers against Cassian as he nuzzles and kisses her neck, her hips rhythmically pressing against his hardness. A rhythm that matches the pace he set as his hand strokes up her leg.
As she returns the kiss with verve, her body torso stretched, her hands reach behind her, settle on his hips, searching for a break in his armor. She gasps as his hand finds the apex, the light shivers turning to heavy. Murmured into his lips, "Really missed you, Cass."
She grows a little straighter, happier, as she sees his wonder and the weakness in his knees. She sashays over to the bed, every movement precise, sliding onto the bed, onto his lap, her knees on either side of his. With a grin that says she knows she fishing for compliments, "Acceptable substitute for Ilsandra's costume?" With another welcoming kiss because it is never bad manners to greet someone correctly.
"Missed you too, Jan," he murmurs back, parting only for a second before meeting her mouth in another passionate kiss.
The hand between her legs begins to explore, first in the outer lips, then the inner, caressing her button, then dipping into her, repeating the motion with maddening skill.
He seems to be content to keep this up forever, until suddenly the hand vanishes, but he swallows any protest with a kiss. There is some movement down there, and suddenly she feels him pressing against her, straining for entry. The hand returns to her sex, teasing, rubbing, caressing. He whispers, "Where do you want it?"
"Oh, most certainly," he says, hands falling to her hips. "Gods, I just want to dress you up and have you dance for me," he laughs, kissing her again.
Antonio attempts to slip away -- hopefully to become Gravlax and then retrieve the flensing knives from Arael at the safehouse.
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She rolls her eyes, "So if I subject myself to him enough, eventually he'll realize neither my gender nor my age means that I'm a twit that he can be rude to?" Nods, "Good thing to remember."
Then she breaks into a smile as they move inside, "Don't worry, I will continue to judge you as an individual, not hold you responsible for your brother's wretched behavior and attitudes."
A short hallway brings them to a common room divided from the kitchen by only a counter, making the two rooms into one large continuous room. The mixture of spices, vinegar, and sugar in the air lends itself to mouth watering. Yuuki, near a fire banked stove, looks at Azhar, "To what do we owe the honor? Needed more sling pellets?" A trace of her daughter's smile hiding on the lips.
She nods. The snake moves as Gravlax does, moving across the distance in a flash, its movement drawing the attention of the other three vipers from the corpse to the fresh meat. The hundred plus pound viper snaps its fangs towards Gravlax () The fangs deflected by the armor he wears. Gravlax's own parry with his black blade strikes home, sinking into the flesh of the monstrous snake. It rears back hissing, pissed. Mathalen look at the snake then at Gravlax, right before she moves, "If you are asking me to leave and you don't follow, you better hope the snake gets you." She quickly moves sixty feet away. The angered snake tries again for Gravlax's blood () and is again thwarted by armor. The other snakes look to be joining the fray soon.
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Even swinging blind he seems to know exactly where to find her, since he hears the exultation of breath that comes when his fist hits flesh. As the dirt clears from his eyes, she tries to lay into him with a quick double punch. (, ; ) Her first punch stings, the second is far weaker.
"Oh no," Gravlax says. "I just wanted you to have the head start. That venom makes me nervous."
Gravlax's intention is to take a five-foot step away from the close snake (or if necessary, he will tumble to avoid the AoO), and then follow Mathalen as quickly as he can. Hopefully his move is greater than the snake's.
"Solid," Gravlax says. "You would be a handful in a real fight."
A jab to her thigh.
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She rolls her eyes, "So if I subject myself to him enough, eventually he'll realize neither my gender nor my age means that I'm a twit that he can be rude to?" Nods, "Good thing to remember."
Azhar winces.
Then she breaks into a smile as they move inside, "Don't worry, I will continue to judge you as an individual, not hold you responsible for your brother's wretched behavior and attitudes."
then becomes visibly relieved.
A short hallway brings them to a common room divided from the kitchen by only a counter, making the two rooms into one large continuous room. The mixture of spices, vinegar, and sugar in the air lends itself to mouth watering. Yuuki, near a fire banked stove, looks at Azhar, "To what do we owe the honor? Needed more sling pellets?" A trace of her daughter's smile hiding on the lips.
Azhar smiles, "No, Mrs. Kaijitsu, not something I'd need so urgently as to pay a house call for." he smiles, a hint of laughter in his eyes, "but I did come across a good piece of wild pork and thought I could make a present of it...if only to counter some erroneous charge that I gave your husband a bouquet of flowers." he flashes a friendly mock glare at Amaya. "I've been told, and if the scent of whatever is cooking is any indication, you can create wonders with a descent piece of meat." he blinks and breathes in, "it really does smell wonderful, ma'am. Your family is quite fortunate to have you."
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Her hips buck as he slips into her, body tight against the pressure of his talented, fingers. Unable to repay the teasing touch with him holding her close she can only gyrate against him as he teases her.
There is a protest, close to the edge as she was there was a significant protest. Feeling him hot and bare against her, she moans. Eyes dilated as she looks at him, "Well... There is where I want you... and where you've gotten me wet and ready."
She grins back, delight lighting her up. "As long as you promised to always look that sweetly amazed," returning the kiss, "you can dress me up." She shrugs, "Not as good at dancing as I'd like." She sits on his knees, hands on his shoulders, lost in his eyes for a moment.
Gravlax does manage to dodge away from the viper and the pair of humans is able to outpace the vermin. At the street below Gravlax's home, Mathalen leans against the building, catching her breath. "Antitoxin." Shrugs at him, "So that next time we can kill the nest... those things are big enough to swallow a kid whole."
She winces at the sharp blow, moving to relax the muscle. A smile, a real one, moments before she kicks at him twice. (; ) "I intend to be a handful for you out of a fight." However, neither her smile nor her words are distracting enough, as she misses completely once and only grazes his armor the other.
While she has no interest in Antontio, Mathalen does try to get in touch with Gravlax after the production. However, recovery of the flensing knives is successful. Arael seems a little down when you get there motioning to a box containing the knives and 4 potion vials on the table.
She looks over at him, seeing if there is lie in the words. Seeing now, her smile grows a little fonder. "Let me see the meat." Motioning to the counter.
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She looks over at him, seeing if there is lie in the words. Seeing now, her smile grows a little fonder. "Let me see the meat." Motioning to the counter.
Assuming there is room, Azhar places the package gently on the aforementioned area and unwraps it before taking a step aside for Yuuki to examine. As she steps forward to do so, he gives a small smile and slightly hopeful glance towards Amaya.
At some point that day or evening Rev finds his little brother when he`s not doing anything. "Did father ever sit down and talk with you about how adventuring impacts ones life, relationships, outlook and prospects?" Rev asks while he's leaning against one of the kitchen cabinets. Its the one he always leans against. He's holding a bottle of mead and drinking from the honey liquid.
"Agreed," Gravlax says, grateful for the opportunity to catch his own breath. "Just we two, or should we involve the others?"
Gravlax wipes a bit of sweat from his forehead. "Curiosity assuaged."
Gravlax's smile flashes past, then he is all business again. "Never seen fighting like yours before," he says, honestly. Then aims a jab at the same spot on the other thigh.
"I need to see Arael tonight," Gravlax says. "If you would like, come along. Otherwise," a small key appears in Gravlax's hand, "I can meet you at my apartment if you will leave the window open." Gravlax tilts his head to one side. "Actually, I think I left the window open."
"Thank you," Gravlax says, picking up the box of knives and vials. "How are you? It must be hard to be stuck away, a fugitive from what passes for justice."
At some point that day or evening Rev finds his little brother when he`s not doing anything. "Did father ever sit down and talk with you about how adventuring impacts ones life, relationships, outlook and prospects?" Rev asks while he's leaning against one of the kitchen cabinets. Its the one he always leans against. He's holding a bottle of mead and drinking from the honey liquid.
Azhar thinks for a moment, "Not directly, no. I remember the "it's dangerous, but it can be rewarding" and the "if you find someone you want to settle down with, either they will need to be the type to enjoy adventure or you are likely to be apart for extended periods and she may wonder if you're ever coming home so don't be away too long" which I guess touches on the subject but....other than that, no. Why?"
"Deal. Now..." he says, hooking his thumbs on the corners of her panties, but not pulling them down. "Do you want to kiss me until you're hot and bothered, ask me to leave, and then touch yourself... or do you want to try a striptease?"
He pulls out a chair for Azhar and another for himself, which he turns around sitting on it backwards, with his arms on the backrest. He puts the bottle down on the table in front of the other chair. "Sit. Drink. You'll need it. He suggests.
Then, much more reserved he asks... "Your young lady friend. The Tien one. You really like her?"
He pulls out a chair for Azhar and another for himself, which he turns around sitting on it backwards, with his arms on the backrest. He puts the bottle down on the table in front of the other chair. "Sit. Drink. You'll need it. He suggests.
He looks at Rev, eyes the bottle a little suspiciously, takes a swig and places it back down.
Then, much more reserved he asks... "Your young lady friend. The Tien one. You really like her?"
An eyebrow rises involuntarily, but he is not able to repress the growing smile, "Which one?" he chuckles, then continues "Yes, yes I do. Though if I were to hazard a guess, I think she doesn't feel quite so much about you."
The booze is actually really good. It's smooth, a little sweet, but still crisp tasting.
He shrugs. "I have that effect on nice girls." But his light hearted words aren't really that light hearted.
His tone is serious, brotherly and slightly protective of Azhar, but also quite possibly cautious. "Are you thinking of wooing her? I mean, seriously winning her over. With intentions for the future?"
Azhar's response is simple, but firm, "Yes. I am." His gaze, leveled at Rev, displays the same confidence and sureness of his course of action. He apparently has made that decision. He takes another mouthful from the bottle, letting it swirl around his mouth and settle before starting to drink it.
Amazingly, despite the highlight of the act - the beast - is not present, your facility with the roles, with the emotions that should be tearing through their brains as they sacrifice themselves to probable death, keeps the audience quiet, spellbound.
For the rehearsal, cooked chicken eggs are substituted for the red 'birthing' eggs that will be used during the show. Drovalid, fluent with all the tortures, again gives an explanation of what horror is to come. Ilsandra stands firm in her faith that no child of hers would dare attack her, a faith destroyed by the end of the act. The faked retching birthing ends the act, for today.
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"So you're going to retire from adventuring? And how will you earn a living to support the two of you and any children you might have in the future?"
While everyone is occupied, Cassian is going to make sure he knows were the cashbox is, where it will be on the night of the performance, and on the dress rehearsal, he'll do a dry run for the theft.
Echt Ing.
She takes a short time to, apparently, compose her thoughts.
i consider having this conversation before the moment when i am actually beating you with a weapon in hand a simple matter of common courtesy and common sense she says. in such a situation making sure that we are on the same page in regard to our assumptions is far more important than if i were instead say buying you an ice cream because the present scenario actually entails a much higher degree of risk and trust
as a purely practical matter having this conversation allows you to tell me if there are any considerations i might need to know about she continues. such as for example old wounds you would like me to try to avoid reopening or areas where you are averse to risking scarring
it also allows us to double check that we do not actually have widely divergent conceptions regarding what is to occur she goes on. for example to pick a wild fancy out of the air the unlikely but not strictly speaking impossible chance that you might say oh certainly whip me as much as you like but by the way i am sworn to kill all those who do me an injury sorry
that is not probable but given that i am not in fact buying you an ice cream but beating you with a whip even a smaller difference in mutual understanding could result in tragedy rather than merely a less preferable flavor
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Amaya surreptitiously nods, encouragingly. Yuuki looks at the meat, nodding, then smells it. "Definitely wild, gamy." She carefully wraps the meat. "Needs careful preparation, so you should come back on the fifth." Then she looks out the windows, pointed reminder that he does need to leave before curfew.
A few minutes more. A smiles, "I can very much to that."
"Once my body starts to response to signals from my brain again."
"So your curiosity was assuaged by the fangs of a viper... I'll have to remember that for later." She says with a smile. "The more people that go the... safer," not at all sure that is the proper word, "it should be. But also more expensive, since everyone should take antitoxin when we find the nest." She smiles at him, one hand trailing from shoulder to elbow, "Who do you want to go snake... or worse... hunting with?"
Aware of how much he likes hitting that particular nerve ending, Mathalen moves her leg out of the path of his fist. She smiles, "Guess you sect sticks to dirty fighting in arena other than combat." She dodges to his left (5-ft step), trying to back hand him, then kick the back to his knee to slow him down. (, ; , )
Finding her stride or just where Gravlax's defenses are weaker, both the kick and the backhand hit home.
She looks down at the key, then up at him, "You are going to trust a street rat and ex-thief in your apartment... alone?" Her tone curious but neutral.
He picks himself up enough that he can look at Gravlax. Shakes his head, "I've been able to get out once or twice to check on my regulars, but, yes, not being able to help people... not even help the band of rebels I was trying to pull together..." He slumps back down.
"And knowing that what I am doing to help is to further that nefarious woman's plans." He sighs. Looks over at Gravlax, "At least tell me that you are all doing a good job with the play..."
As he pushes down there is just enough resistance that he needs to continue to indicate to what angle he wants her, goosebumps creeping down her back at the touch. The moan of pleasure as he thrusts into her is almost involuntary. Proving herself wet, ready, and very close to the edge. The response of her body, the way it clamps down on his even during the quick businesslike thrust, not involuntary on her side.
She holds her body still, balanced on her feet, working to keep herself perfectly balanced with no support for her hands as he pushes into her, a low moan, the mix of pleasure with the foreknowledge of pain. "Cass..." his name low and tight.
Cassian isn't a noble, doesn't look like a noble, and doesn't carry the emblem of any of the houses that live on Westcrown Island, making him just the type of person that the guards manning the slow barges that move across the delta river to the island question.
The security consultant line works and Cassian is able to disembark at the same pier that the cast will be using the following day.
The exterior of the Nightshade looks like nothing less than an iron and stone cathedral to some evil, nameless god of theater. Hanging out around the building for a while, unseen of course, Cassian can over hear the chatter of some of the labors leaving the immense building. There conversation centers on how dangerous and serious Vestus Savaska is taking the preparations for the Six Trials. "It's like he thinks the play is a way to honor and sacrifice to Asmodeus." One says. To which the other retorts, "Well, what do expect when you have a priest providing the means to kill the actors?"
She blushes as he blatantly calls her on the her behavior the last time she had him in her room. She gets an impish grin, "What happens if I do a striptease and still send you away when I'm hot and bothered?"
At the sound of his name, his left hand tangles in her hair, taking a handful and beginning to pull. Not hard, just enough to elicit a little bit of pain from the warrior. His other hand clamps onto her waist, pulling her closer, letting him slowly sheath himself in her, inch by aching inch.
When he is buried in her to the hilt, he is still, giving her a chance to get used to him. The hand leaves her hair, to delicately caress her back, a soft counterpoint to the hardness within, then reaches around to her front, to toy with her.
The strokes begin then. Long and slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back into her. With each one, he grows more rougher, the thrusts more violent. He brings himself along slowly, but she can feel him, ready to flood her, and that very soon.
Cassian lingers to hear more about this mysterious priest. If and when there is no more information forthcoming, he sneaks into the theater itself, to look for the cashbox. He'll also scout the theater itself, to find a place to hide backstage where he can see the play and get to Calseinica should she need his help. He also wants the location of trapdoors and such, should the group need him.
He grins. "Well, I might leave your chambers, but there are windows. I could see everything you did to alleviate your suffering."
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He laughs. Kisses her gently. Finding her lips. After a long passionate moment, he moves down, his lips and tongue and teeth tormenting her breasts, sucking on the soft mounds, tasting her erect nipples. He continues to explore her with his lips as she recovers.
"I like eggs! Red, white, or otherwise! Hand me mine, I'll eat it raw!"
Antonio is perhaps a bit too hammy with the eggs.
"Are you upset with me for some reason? That is the most I've ever heard you say.
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His tone serious and thoughtful, and at least a little sad.
"So you're going to retire from adventuring? And how will you earn a living to support the two of you and any children you might have in the future?"
Azhar looks across at Rev, blinks a couple of times "Um, yes...at some point, but not anytime soon." he takes another small swallow before continuing. "Thinking of doing something like her cousin in Sandpoint; do a little adventuring, get enough to set her up with her own business, then we'll see if she would rather work the store or do some more traveling." he pauses, before adding "We've got a date with a beach in Sargava where lightning strikes regularly, at the very least." Azhar looks like he's thinking, still looking over at his brother. "She's not totally useless, you know, Rev."
Amaya surreptitiously nods, encouragingly. Yuuki looks at the meat, nodding, then smells it. "Definitely wild, gamy." She carefully wraps the meat. "Needs careful preparation, so you should come back on the fifth." Then she looks out the windows, pointed reminder that he does need to leave before curfew.
Azhar notes the look. "I should...come back on the 5th? Am I being invited over, Maam?" he says, "the meat is purely a gift. I'm not asking you to make it for me...unless you really don't mind my coming over, that is." he glances out the window, "and yes, I know I should probably be going." he seems a lot less worried about walking home in the dark than making a mistake about Mrs. Kaijitsu's intentions.
For the most part the audience continues to be amused by the production, enjoying it. However, they seem to be less lenient of Antonio's 'ham it up' interaction with the eggs. Towards the back of the theater, someone produces a life-sized effigy of the actor, which begins to mock Tybain's part.
Haanderthan equivocates, worried that those he judges still live after four trials. The characters banter with each other and espcially the lovely Ilsandra (including Drovalid, whose attraction to the erinyes is clear) as a portal to hell opens and they are expected to face a legion of hell as thier final trial.
that you might not have thought to have initiated such a conversation is not in and of itself remarkable she finally says. that you found my motivations for doing so baffling is so far removed from what i consider a normal response that it seemed to me like the reaction of a dangerous lunatic
since in the one other significant interaction we have had you also behaved like a dangerous lunatic i thought it best to begin assuming you were one
Antonio seems to enjoy the mocking of Azhar. Which is to say that Tybain mocks Dentris.
"Kick off, old bag, and be done with ye."
...and Antonio takes a little bow when the words come back to him from Tybain's effigy.
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Azhar apparently responds in kind, which is probably quite appropriate.
"Pah! as if the washed up follower of a dead has-been could last longer than I? I will see you dance like a rag doll on a rope before I yield before you. Poor, confused excuse for a puppet. Just wait, 'ere long I will be the one pulling your strings!" Does he gesture towards the effigy in the back as he speaks? Who knows for sure.
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Her head moves back just enough to keep the pain of his hand in the right range, her body trembling slightly as he takes her slowly. A trembling that turns to delighted shiver when he is fully buried and his hand starts to caress her back. Her knees weaken for just a moment as he starts to play with her, a soft exultation of pleasure as her body tightens around his hardness. As she fights with the rolling pleasure, her legs straighten, putting her back exactly how Cassian had her placed.
She doesn't muffle the sounds he causes in her as he begins to take her, soft moans that grow then shade with the mix of pain in the pleasure as he grows rougher. As he grows harder in her, her body tries to keep him inside, so close to the precipice that it only needs the slightly push to take her.
There is a little more in the way of complaints of exacting standards, deathtraps, and the like but nothing more that would give Cassian a handle on the priest.
Inside the theater, soft lighting, thick red carpets, and devilish decor. While the front of the house is down in the motif of leering faces and tormented souls, the new-ness of the theater is obvious backstage, where unfinished walls and bare floors, in addition to the crates of tools and equipment, make the rear of the theater a danger zone. Walking backstage, inspecting the dangerous looking contraptions and the mechanics of the stage, is a thin, tall man, dressed in deeply red and black robes, the symbol of Asmodeus hanging from his neck made of black iron.
Easy for Cassian to find (since its twin in the Limelight is where he has been lurking for the last week) is the catwalk hidden above the back of the stage. The stage also has a false floor and most of the props are stored beneath, ready to be lifted up to the stage through one of the many trapdoors as needed. There is an air of nervousness from the stage crew preparing the props, the realization of just of deadly this play promises to be.
She goes red from the tips of her ears down to her toes, clearly obvious in the skimpy outfit. Believing him without a doubt, she looks at him with the hot blush, a soft almost squeak, "You were watching... after?" A hint of pleasure at the idea of his voyeurism mixed in with the embarrassment.
And it is a while after that she finally manages to move her arms, fingers moving against his scalp, very gently directing him away from her breasts so she can sit up, kissing him. One hand releases his head, snakes between their bodies, seeing just how ready he is.
She sniffs slightly, but Azhar can see the touch of a smile hiding under the dismissive gesture. "Of course you are coming back to eat it... can't be stuck in your debt the way Arata is."
From the living room, observing the scene, Arata loses control of a single contradiction laugh.
About fifteen feet away, hidden among the ropes, pulleys and curtains that are ubiquitous backstage, Cassian is observing your conversation with interest.
Romantic overtures are apparently not her strong point.
He is close too. He penetrates her now from both sides, thrusting fingers in counterpoint. And when he is ready, he impales her fully, shuddering as he empties himself into her.
He collapses against her, wrapping his arms around her waist, catching his breath. And then, he gently pulls out, giving her an affectionate kiss on the neck. Totally unselfconsciously, he strips out of his armor and wanders over to the tub, kneeling by it and filling it with nice warm water.
"You're spoiling me, Jan," he says, idly swishing the water around with one hand.
Cassian makes sure to stay away from the robed man, instead locating the quickest exits. It is a poor rogue who gets caught somewhere he can't back up.
He wants to make sure he knows how to get below the stage during the performance, so he could burst from a trapdoor, or swing down from the catwalk above.
When he feels he knows the layout of the place, he'll return to Westcrown proper, and seek to warn Azhar and Melilot.
Cassian's grin gets wider. "Of course not. I would never peep in on you without your knowledge. But I felt your body quicken under me. I smelled what I was doing to you. I didn't have to see what you did after."
He lets that hang in the air. "But I'd like to. We're not allowed to touch one another. But we can touch ourselves."
"I was thinking that one of the more magic people might be able to," Gravlax waves his hand vaguely, "and anti-toxin us. A larger expedition is more likely to scare them off, I think. But is safer. Maybe it's self-limiting in that some don't like to be out at night. Fiosa? Tarvi? Rev? Azhar or Melilot if we want some serious backup. It was just an idle thought, really."
"Uff," Gravlax lets out an involuntary noise. "It certainly feels effective," he says, striking for the muscle cluster on the inside of her dominant shoulder.
As Mathalen steps away from Gravlax's blow, Gravlax tries to adjust the arc on the punch, overbalances, and falls to his hands and knees at Mathalen's feet.
She looks down at the key, then up at him, "You are going to trust a street rat and ex-thief in your apartment... alone?" Her tone curious but neutral.
"I am trusting you," Gravlax says. "That is enough."
"If you would like, I could offer some tips on how to disguise yourself," Gravlax says.
"And I don't know that woman well enough to dislike her," Gravlax puts his arm on Arael's shoulder. "But you can tell me why you dislike her. And we're doing a fabulous job on the play. I would invite you to come, but...."
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She sniffs slightly, but Azhar can see the touch of a smile hiding under the dismissive gesture. "Of course you are coming back to eat it... can't be stuck in your debt the way Arata is."
From the living room, observing the scene, Arata loses control of a single contradiction laugh.
"Oh." Azhar's smile becomes large and quite genuine, "in that case I would be very happy to return on the 5th." he pauses, looks just a touch unsure for a moment, "about what time would be most appropriate, Maam?"