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Post by Satra on Mar 10, 2008 22:38:38 GMT -5
"Especially with the way open fires are in the Bog... haha, yeah... even my mother, who hated the man as well, got on my case for that. After, of course, wanting to hear the play-by-play," she laughed, "That woman had a sense of humor in her own special way.
"I'd love for you to come with me some time. It's not exactly a vacation spot, but for someone with your interests?..." she took the tea cup from him and got out of arm's reach and jutted out a hip, "...the word 'nerdgasm' comes to mind," she giggled wickedly and prepared him some more tea, assuming he wanted vodka in this one. She pour a small cup of straight vodka for herself. She handed him his cup and began sipping hers. Rather large sips... she looked at him kindly.
"Well, that just makes your real friends all the more precious, doesn't it?" she, too, had very few friends, but those that did manage to gain her trust were alway thought of fondly. She emptied her cup and set it down, limiting herself, her expression becoming a little more serious.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" she asked. After a pause for his response, she sighed and asked: "So you mentioned you lit your teachers on fire, twice. Tell me about that."
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 11, 2008 13:21:24 GMT -5
"Heh, your mother sounds like she could appreciate that kind of humor...I can see where you got it."
He drained the rest of his tea and held onto the cup, turning it in his hands for a few moments and staring absently at the window as the last cracks of sunlight disappeared. He felt...pretty damn good for someone who had collapsed not too long ago, kind of...off but, he supposed that was normal enough, he was recovering. He turned as she responded.
"Really? You wouldn't mind? Count me in, I will take you up on that someday, you realize, ha! Excellent, I- nerdgasm?"
He stopped mid sentence when she uttered the odd phrase...it took him a moment to realize the horrific concoction was making fun of the word "orgasm". He flushed crimson and coughed a little, head down and grinning sheepishly as he stuck his arm out and muttered.
"Fine, fine, one point for you. May I have some more tea, please?"
He missed the sight of her downing straight vodka, and stared at his own knees for a few seconds until the heat in his face had receded a little. Though a smile crept across his face at her words,
"Yes...yes, it does. Thank you..."
That was awkward. He tried to stop himself blushing again, taking a few more sips of tea. Oh good, she wanted a story, that would sidetrack this rather embarrassing situation. He missed the first part of her question, his mind rolling into the story...
"I did, though I'll remind you that the first time was an accident...I was eight and attempting to master my King's ability... I was born a King, and um...I figured it out. His collarbone went up in flames and he had to jump in the lake and go see a healer. He was a thick-set Human...a Bull if I remember correctly. He never came back, I think he was a little too afraid of having to teach Blaine how to use his summoned halberd..."
His shoulders shook slightly as he held back laughter.
"My other teacher was a Cat from the Highlands. He never liked me, figured that since I had been born a King that I wouldn't feel like learning anything and that he was wasting his time with me, he never paid attention to anything I said, just assumed I was wrong before I opened my mouth."
He shrugged, nonchalantly, though there was a hint of a smirk.
"At sixteen, no one likes to be talked down to, especially not when you're actually trying. So I dug through one of his spell books and spent a few weeks learning how to turn a person's clothes to flame. It was rough, and I didn't manage the whole make the person flame retardant part...it was too complex for me. So I thought I would impress him, and lit his cravat and his stupid tweed coat on fire. Really, I didn't feel bad about it either, who wears a cravat with tweed? My mother lat me have it for that one though, she had been paying alot to get someone from the palace to tutor me..."
He pulled the right side of his shirt off his shoulder and leaned over to her slightly, showing her a slightly circular scar in his shoulder just left of the bone, the flesh appeared slightly dented.
"She pecked me hard. I thought I was going to die, heh. Went right through a nerve...that was the first time I saw Temmin, he was apprenticing with the fattest doctor I'd ever seen, a Rat, he could barely walk...nearly pulled my arm off."
He muttered ruefully, finishing that cup of tea and snorting with laughter at the memory. He felt strange but...very good, and wasn't going to question it. His face had flushed across the bridge of his nose and it wasn't fading at all, he didn't seem to notice.
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Post by Satra on Mar 11, 2008 14:19:58 GMT -5
She another wicked giggle as he had to figure out the word 'nerdgasm'. She took his cup, though a bit confused, but she did go back to a soft smile when she'd been told she was forgiven for her rather foolish actions before. "Certainly," she responded, not questioning him. He seemed okay, and he knew his own limits. Dayum! He was a harder drinker than she would've ever guessed. Speaking of drinking... she paused, then picked up her own cup. One more couldn't hurt, could it? That and her new Jack ability definitely took the edge off the alcohol, anyway. She laughed lightly at the story as she fixed his drink, making it the same as she had the last two times and pouring herself another small cup of straight.
She turned back around and sat down for the end of it. She leaned in to look at the scar as she handed him his tea. She made a "ooh, that looks like it hurt" face then laughed.
"At least you meant well. I was a spiteful bitch. Mine was trying to impress me but showing me he could neutralize the air on his own with no physical barrier," she took a sip of her drink, "Which is, quite impressive, really, even though it was just a little votive candle with a very tiny flame, that's very hard to do. But the fact of the matter remained that he talked down to me all the time. When he showed me how to do something it was always with an air of 'look how much better I am than you' rather than 'let me teach you'. It was at that moment, as luck would have it, that his assistant came in to ask him a question, and in the moment he was distracted, I knocked it over onto his sleeve out of his little bubble of safe air," she laughed, not really showing any shame, and taking another sip. A crooked smirk crossed her face at his reddening face. At first she though he was blushing again, but no, he was getting drunk. She finished her drink in a gulp and giggled, something she didn't do unless she was loopy. She leaned over to him, and rubbed a finger on the bridge of his reddening nose.
"More?" she teased.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 11, 2008 14:39:06 GMT -5
Nat and Satra
receive 6 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 11, 2008 14:53:15 GMT -5
Bernard took the cup back from her and sipped at it, no longer tasting it, just enjoying the soothing sensation it was giving him. He finally let out the laugh he'd been holding in at her expression when she saw the scar. Slightly high-pitched and fast, he grinned and pulled his sleeve back up his shoulder.
"Pfft, heheheh, you are a spiteful bitch." He said with another high-speed laugh and a grin, the room looked a little hazy, he vaguely wondered how tired he still was, but shoved the idea from his mind when she described, however slightly the spell her teacher had been trying to perform.
"I try not to talk down...just pisses people off..." He muttered, almost to himself as she continued. He really did, even when people started really young he tried to treat them like adults...like when Severus had joined them...he hoped he didn't come off as a stuck-up git.
He listened to her as she finished and snorted, then giggled, higher pitched and breathy, her face had just struck him oddly as quite funny. She laughed too, encouraging him, then leaned in and rubbed her finger up the bridge of his nose. Did he want more? What, tea?
Everything felt...odd. Why had he had any inhibitions about inviting her back up a few days ago? His eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion...he couldn't...remember...what had.
Oh, right. Tea.
"Um...yes, please. Yeah. Heh."
He grinned and watched her move, she really was pretty...did people tell her that? Maybe he should, just to be sure...no....? Wait.
A little red flag was going up somewhere in the back of his brain, but it felt fogged...unimportant. He wished he didn't feel so confused, maybe he really was tired...
"You...you know you're really pretty, right?"
It seemed like a good thing to ask. The flush across the bridge of his nose grew a little darker and he looked bemused.
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Post by Satra on Mar 11, 2008 15:30:23 GMT -5
She had overestimated her Jack's ability. She giggled lightly at him calling her a spiteful bitch straight up and her tail was wagging very consistantly. Giggling again, she kissed him on the nose lightly and went to get him more tea, her walk a little less graceful than usual. She made the drink again, then over poured for herself. Be a shame to let it go to waste... she sipped it down to a reasonable height... then filled it nearly to the top again. Old habits die hard.
She gave him the cup, then looked a little surprised. She sat down on his bed and gave a goofy grin.
"Yeah~ I knew that. I was beginning to wonder if anyone Outside the Bog thought so, too," her speech was becoming a little slurred as she drank. She gave a high-pitched giggled as she wiggled her feet. In one motion she leaned over to put the near-empty cup down on the bed-side stand then lay down nearly on top of him, tail wagging a mile a minute as she nuzzled her face into his chest.
"I'm glad you think I am~ I think you are a very 'andsome man-- even if you do have a very big nose," she giggled like a mad woman, then leaned up gently to like said big nose. Then a second time, just to make sure.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 11, 2008 20:35:54 GMT -5
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Post by Satra on Mar 19, 2008 16:19:58 GMT -5
[Picking up from the naughty thread. Watching Bernard spaz out is an absolute MUST. Heilyn... is so conflicted right now. >> Picking up from here --> decadentsuits.proboards102.com/index.cgi?board=maturerp&action=display&thread=1709&page=5]Heilyn's eyes blinked open as she woke up. She groaned as a searing headache pounded into her brain seconds later. Then her whole body twitched. This... wasn't her bed... oh, that's right. She found herself sprawled over Bernard, and that she had reverted back to her Animal form in her sleep, as she always did. She shook her head, trying to ignore the pain, then opened her eyes again. ...oops... she thought, a smirk crawling over her face, as she looked down at the tear she'd left in the mattress the night previous. Yawning widely and stretching as she still bridged his thin torso, she began attempting to stand up. Ah, he was waking up. She looked over at the vodka bottle near the tray of food forgotten to the night's events. Between the two of them... there was a considerable dent in the contents. Had they really had that much? She tried to count how many she'd had, but it made her head hurt too much. She got off him, but curled back down, hoping that if he was mad, a more submissive stance from the Jack would appease to him. Now was the time for repercussions for foolish actions. "Uh, heh. Mornin'..." Poor man. He would need another shower after having her smelly furred form all over him throughout the night... and rumors would fly now amongst the servants. Her smell was unmistakable... and all over his sheets... |
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 19, 2008 17:59:45 GMT -5
Bernard didn't wake up as she removed herself. His entire body was sprawled over the bed, but one arm had remained around her when she woke up. He simply lay there slumped after she had pulled away, still soundly asleep...he didn't snore, but he did whistle a little every time he exhaled.
At her words, he simply let out a tiny whining noise and burrowed deeper into the blankets. It would take a few minutes of shoving and talking to really get him up.
Once that had occurred his head jolted off the pillow, and he gave a cough and whispered. "M'wha? Wha's...mmm...no..." He slowly sank back onto the pillow, groaning and wondering what had woken him up. His head was pounding and he let out a whimper and clutched it..."Wha...Hills what happened to me...?"
He whispered, slowly sitting up and looking out over his room...there was blood on the floor and his whole room smelled like...he smelled like....
His head whipped to the side as he felt somehting move and his eyes widened in dawning realization and horror.
"Oh hills...oh god....Heilyn? What...what happened?"
He whimpered, clutching the blankets a little further up his chest. Shocked to see her in her Animal form lying in a submissive position on the end of his bed.
Oh god...had they...? Oh nooooooooooo....
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Post by Satra on Mar 19, 2008 18:19:25 GMT -5
Well, he wasn't mad at her. She paused, trying to remember how she did it... She concentrated of shifting into her Human Form, and succeeded. She was fully dressed and sitting at the end of his bed. She wanted to come up and tease him with lots of touching and inappropriate things, but that would be, well, inappropriate, especially since the man was a spaz attack and a half waiting to explode. Instead she scratched the back of her head... which turned into her massaging her head as another wave of pain went through it.
"Heh, please don't tell me you don't remember. 'Cuz... well," she looked down at the blood stains on the floor and his bed sheets, "Then I'd have a lot of explaining to do of the good, the bad, and the ugly of last night." She looked over the food that was brought last evening.
"I could call a servant to bring some stuff for me to make us a hang-over cure..."
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