#— ic.

[wingherc]

｢𓆄｣ "Oh, am I teaching you as a hero, rather than as your boyfriend? That's not what I expected..." Hawks tutted, and then she's pushing and then pulling him back in!

"Heeey, did ya really have to call me out like that? Maybe I wanted to cash in on a movie or somethin'....But I guess you'll never knoooow."

"Isn't the joy of teaching someone how to swim enough of a reward for you, Mr. Hero?" Aerith pushed her hand against his cheek, gently edging him away, only to bring him back moments after. "Okay, fine. I guess you can decide what you want your reward to be. I bet it'll be food related, 'cause you're so predictable."

[vierandancer]

@theazureblade - continuing from here

"Aye, you can," Meiko grinned. She wasn't going to really drag Aymeric out of the office against his will. She knew when to take a hint when someone told her to plainly fuck off. But she also knew Aymeric would never leave his office if he wasn't encouraged to do something a wee bit irresponsible. "Feel free to blame me as much as you like."

[nursewashing]

❛ life is so hard when you're a girl... ❜ anya sighs wistfully.

[gyokutoll]

I wish I lacked critical thinking skills sometimes. You all seem so happy.

[idolbound]

Within the confines of these walls, this office acts as sanctuary; responsibilities and tasks fall away, as do the many unfortunate souls who occupy the Circle and the many more who guard and keep them in line. In this very moment, a Templar of the most devout and most holy, donned in armour and robe is but a woman, endeared by another so greatly, she is but one simple ask away from forgoing it all for the sake of unbridled lust.

Breaths inhale, then exhale; the warmth shared between them enters her lungs and leaves, as the sensation of her lover's tickles her warm cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. The Good Lady lingers, lets her hands roam over chainmail waist and dainty ankles pull a bulwark of a woman closer with practiced ease. The grip through gloved hands only tightens their hold; as if anything could ever tear them apart.

The soft plush of red-stained lips kisses her ear, and automatically, Meredith turns her head, allows Amelia the free rein to adorn her with more of it; a smudge of it along the column of her neck and jawline to join the rest. Surely, she will need to wash the remnants away before facing any of her men, or Maker forbid, the First Enchanter across the hall. That, however, is a problem for later, as breath hitches in the back of her throat when teeth find flesh, careful yet still firm with such a nip. The sensation carries down the back of her neck, her spine and to her gut; oh, how she can tell the warmth exuding from within has dampened her underclothes, yet that too will remain another problem to deal with eventually.

"I do consider myself quite fortunate that you haven't," Meredith confirms with a low, rumbling hum from within the confines of her chest between eager kisses. No longer do her thoughts worry for how Amelia presses herself against the steel edges of hardened plate covering her body, but how, rather, the Good Lady presses herself against her regardless. There is little she would not do, here and now were Amelia to ask it of her; and beyond this moment, she would move the earth, were it required of her too.

Revered as Most Holy, hearing it said again only adds to the fire burning within her very soul; an exemplar of the highest degree in her station, bearing the very words of the Maker upon her very body, such praise elevates as much as it arouses, vehemently charged in this situation as they remain impossibly close, teetering on that very edge of unwavering devotion. Such promises are made at the corners of her lover's mouth, fearing that one more kiss — one more kiss with the barest hint of her tongue — would be the very thing that would release any remaining self-restraint, to take her here and now upon the steadfast desk below. Yet, it is Amelia's own whine that makes Meredith's cunt ache and throb; her head turns, and Meredith's gaze follows, taking a steadying breath of her own through gritted teeth and set jaw. The feel of her lingers, the taste of her so close and yet--

"Amelia..." hails the low, rasp-ridden call of her sweet lover's name, laced with want and desire rolling off her tongue. Therein lays an instruction upon her tongue, a temptation to give in despite the circumstances and risks, but... the slow release of the Good Lady's legs from her chainmail-clad waist stops her, watching as her lover sits back, disentangling herself from broad, pauldron-bearing shoulders, and a heavy sigh heaves from her lungs; in one part, relief, but another in something resembling a bit of disappointment, despite knowing better. Meredith swallows, thickly, gathering herself despite how desperate she still feels to touch and to be touched, and while her hand lingers still along Amelia's knee, her gaze falls to the way her delicate hands untie that of her garter — only to tie it upon her own gauntlet. An intimate favour, left in her possession and to serve as a reminder of a promise made; her arm turns, admiring the fabric, but her gaze shifts to Amelia - almost in disbelief at the sudden turn of events, taking a moment longer to parse what she has said.

"I--" Brows knit together, free hand brushing back hair that has fallen in her face, and taking another deep, steadying breath as her eyes come to close for a momentary reprieve. It does little to alleviate the painful ache that resides between her thighs - and little will, until she herself returns to her quarters for the evening, hours and hours from now.

Maker help me.

"I do, but..." Piercing eyes open, as the realization comes to her now, that this has been but an elaborate ruse, one to rile and tease, and to be left wanting. Meredith holds her pleading gaze for a moment more before shaking her head, partnered with a soft laugh. The warmth gradually leaves her face now that they have parted and that distance does remain a painful one, though Amelia — left with one less garter beneath her skirts — remains sat upon her desk.

"Then... you will need to... remove yourself so I may return to my duties, my lady."

The game the good lady plays is a dangerous one; and she, a consummate player. It lingers in the sharp curve of her smile, in the way soft hands palm and touch at the waist of her lover, the chainmail so pleasingly cool to warm skin. This is a position she might stay in for hours, at the beck and call of her lover within the quiet of her office; and as the sensation of Meredith’s hand squeezes against the sensitive skin of her thighs, a breath leaves her — deep, slow. Just how would those hands feel, climbing higher; touching and teasing where she is wet and aching? The leather drags against her; a familiar heat rising in her cheeks, her neck — then below, where it pools, settles. Her breath attempts to steady; then sharpens — and when she looks into the Knight-Commander’s eyes, she knows them to be reflections of her own desire; a shameful thing she makes plain when her ankles press her lover closer — as close as can be allowed when separated by plate and chain alike.

Lips ghost against Meredith’s ear; stained red in the wake of her affection, her attention; pressing kisses to the shell of it, lingering before making a pilgrim’s path down, down – until her teeth graze the lobe of her lover’s ear, lips soothing the sting when the good lady takes her into the warmth of her mouth. So close together brings with it familiarity; forged in many late nights spent tangled in bed, in each other – until all the good lady can feel is Meredith; made plain when her arms move to encircle her lover, armour and all, tightening around her torso with a rattling sigh, cheek to cheek and still she wants more. Always more. The Maker had, after all, made them both hungry – and here they were; utterly starved.

“ How lucky you are that I have never vied for power, Knight-Commander. ” Her voice is low, deep in her throat when she speaks — pausing only to press soft kisses to the firm line of her lover’s jaw. And how could she, when Meredith melts into her like this? Wrapped around her pretty fingers — at her beck and call within the confines of her office. “ I have more than enough here, it seems. ” Another kiss; melting into the softness of her lover — releasing Meredith from her embrace to tangle her fingers into the softest gold she has ever felt; down to her cheeks — she feels as though she holds the very world in her hands at this moment; honed in entirely to Meredith; and how lovely she looks like this; red and wanting. And if she is the very image of ruin in this moment, Meredith ever remains one of salvation; steadfast in the face of such temptation.

It is not until the Knight-Commander moves that the good lady realizes she is holding her breath — watching the way her face flushes, the way her pupils dilate; the way she struggles to speak in the face of such devotion. Meredith is holy, she thinks. Entirely so — Andraste incarnate; a woman just the same. It is an indulgence the good lady cannot resist; and how could she, when her lover looks at her like that? Utterly enraptured — entirely, completely so. Another breath; and she is, for a moment, painfully aware of just how the silk of her dress sits against her own fevered skin — made worse when Meredith leans in, avoiding a kiss; whispering such sweet promises that make her breath hitch. “ Meredith — ” Heat sears across her cheeks, her ears; her chest, lower still as she imagines such an act; salvation wrought by the beautiful hands of her lover, her holy tongue;  until she hears a sharp sound; dimly realizing that it has come from her — a whine; hardly fitting for a woman of her stature. A breath; in and out; and she turns her head sidelong, the air off the office sharp and cold to feverish skin — clearing her throat as she steadies herself. It does little to alleviate the tension wrought within her. One more kiss will be her undoing entirely. “ Will you send me off with penance, Most Holy? For I cannot imagine what I have done to earn such… Absolution. ” Brought to heel by the squeeze of leather against her thigh; she turns once more to meet the gaze of her lover; face flushed, eyes wide — adoring. If she begged, would Meredith relent? There is a Chant of her own making, sung only in praise of the Knight-Commander upon her lips – all her lover need do is instruct her.

But the hour is not yet late, and the Gallows is alive with soldier and mage alike; footsteps and voices passing through the hall that brings the good lady sharply back to the present. Any could walk in — could find them like this; utterly shameless in their affection; the way she clings to Meredith, unwilling to let go, and her stockinged legs that rest against her lover’s hips reluctantly lower, shifting herself further back against the desk to sit fully against it. The distance is painful, perhaps; but needed. “ …How am I ever to wait three days? ” She asks; quiet — near exasperated at the thought. How do I ensure you think of nothing but me? Her hands are shaking when they move; as if to smooth her skirts — before pausing entirely. It’s gentle work, untying the ribbon at her knee; pretty and blue, embroidered by her own hands with bluebells, baby’s breath — a garter from her wedding trousseau, warmed by her skin, her sweat; now tied against the silver gauntlet of her lover. An offering, to one most holy — and a quiet plea for mercy.

“ You have much to attend to. ” Another breath; hands smoothing and rearranging her skirts until all but the jeweled tips of her shoes are hidden from view once more; though her cheeks still burn, and the heat between her thighs still aches — and will, perhaps, for the rest of the day. “ I cannot have all of your time, after all. ”

[fortruechaos]

@familylightfox said: ❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜ (From Volt since he's had a few changes since they last saw each other. ;p)

So Shadow had hit his head a little hard when Zone-warping this time. Whatever. He sat up from where he'd tumbled onto the ground and rubbed at his forehead, squinting at Volt when the other said that and reached his non-cybernetic hand out to help him up, which Shadow accepted after just a moment longer of staring at Volt. Warm, indeed.

"No, you don't." When he was on his feet again he squinted at Volt once more, although not for doubting his existence this time, but rather because he simply looked changed from the last time Shadow had been here. "But you do look different. Have I been gone long again?"

[chounaifu]

" By the age of six, EVERY child should know how to hot wire a car and steal from government buildings!!! I'm gonna personally give every impressionable six year old a pocket knife and a bag of candy full of red dye for the EXTRA POWERFUL BRAIN CHEMICALS. "

[uminonagare]

@dnangelic || starter call. (accepting.)

ㅤㅤ" SORRY to make you help me like this, Niwa-kun. " He lifted his head up from his grading to greet his student with one of his usual gentle smiles; a stark contrast from the cold expression Daisuke had witnessed the other night. Although this role was nothing more than a front, there was no denying the genuine fondness he held for this particular student. Perhaps it was because he was a good kid that he ended up developing a soft spot.

ㅤㅤ" You can set the documents over there. " He pointed to the barely vacant corner of his desk, overlapped with a couple of stray papers from the other piles of paperwork littering his desk.

ㅤㅤBefore he could even return to his work, his eyes curiously caught a glimpse of Daisuke's distracted or rather, reluctant expression. " ... Is something on your mind ? You look a bit troubled. " He set his paperwork aside for a moment to give his full attention.

[antimonyq]

you seem to have a lot in common with tate

extremely mean thing to say

[wingherc]

@gaiaspoken it's your birthday!! boogie woogie woogie!!

｢𓆄｣ "You didn't honestly think I was going to let you get away with working on your big day, did you?!" He scolded her like he'd caught her doing something wrong, emphasizing his disappointment with a pout and leaning over the counter being sure to really exaggerate that pathetic look.

Realistically, she was probably just dropping by to check on everyone (given that Valentines' day was super close, after all!) or even more likely: she'd forgotten something. Regardless, he caught her!

"ANYWAY!!!" He's over it! Even hopping over the counter to pull her into his hold. Awful, awful, awful!!! "I've got a few things planned out today, you're not gonna get tired: are you?"

[flovverworks]

face of someone whos about to ask if u can transform into a cat for them

[fleurladari]

Whacks him before he can get to them

" NO- "

[vierandancer]

@starrymused

After everything that had gone on with Garlean Empire, Meiko had felt her stomach sink at the rumors of another mysterious magitek machine accompanying an equally mysterious man in black.

"Not fuckin' the day," she muttered as she made her way out into Thanalan. Despite the potential danger of yet another Asican making trouble, however, she hadn't reached for her Linkpearl to alert the others. Not even her brother. She would, of course, if the rumors proved true...but people were sometimes blind. Or paranoid. Or stupid (herself included). And if it truly were a threat worth investigating, someone would've come running into town screaming already. So, hopefully...

...

Huh.

It wasn't all that hard to spot the strange magitek vehicle from a distance, but she nearly missed the lad curled up in front of it looking like how she oft did after too many firewaters. Perhaps that was why she didn't draw her weapons as she approached, albeit cautiously.

"Y...You all right, lad?"

[weptfreedom]

“ He does not deserve a quick death. ” @theharellan

"You misunderstand." Easy to do, when it is still difficult to express himself in this side of a broken reality. Before, he'd been merely awkward. Now, it stymies him.

"I do not care for the fate of a single...templar." Nor the order as a whole. Might consider the same course of action, in Solas' position. But Emithas also expects he, too would be encouraged away from it. "I ask you to reconsider only how. For your sake."

[gyokutoll]

My ideal man is one who is so normal. I’d marry an accountant if I could. A banker. A salary man. Pencil pushers welcome. I’m so tired. If you have an interesting life, stay away from me.