Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Caitlin shook slightly as he undid the buttons, but then again so did Levi. The water was freezing, so he's glad she doesn't move far when she drops the clothe hiding her shoulders, even though she's not actually giving body heat, it feels warm to be close to someone.
Levi traces Caitlin with his narrow, blue-eyes as she makes her comments, his breathing calming down as she speaks to him and his expression of "fedup-ness" turns into a sleek smile as her eyes disappear from view. He laughs shortly, more of an exaggerated exhale really as she mentions his scars. He takes his hand around hers and pulls it close to his chest where one of the countless scars criss-cross each other. "Wanna touch one?" he says with a tone of humor before pulling her finger closing, bracing it against his cold chest...and his mouth releases the sounds of "Ooh, ouch!" as she does. Maybe he's fishing for a reaction. Just maybe.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 6:23:55 GMT
Her fingers curled against his chest as she felt the divots and rises along his skin. He coo's cheekily at her and she rolls her eyes at him, still grinning. "You would go there, wouldn't you?" She accused lightly. Still he was letting her examine him so she went about her business doing just that. She ran her hands along his sides tracing certain lines with her fingertips till they ended or were passed off to other marks. She could only guess at what had made them, though she didn't want to think of it. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into to deserve this? A shiver wracked her body and she looked up at his face again.
"We need to either get all in, or all out, standing waist deep in water while the breeze dries our top halves is no way to get warm."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Winks at Caity as she pokes fun at his humor. He watches her almost as curiously as she examines him and notices the shiver that controls her body for a split moment, followed by a sudden glance that catches him off guard and a few words of, well, simply..it's cold.
Levi smiles and drags the girl with him to the bank, plopping down for a moment in the gritty silt. It doesn't bother him, he's sat in worse. "If you don't wanna sit on the dirty ground, you can always take your throne on my lap. It'll keep us a warm...and before you ask, yes, I was TOTALLY planning this."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 6:40:18 GMT
Brazen images crossed her mind, things she couldn't possibly act on, but they were fun to consider. She wondered what expressions would cross his face if she hiked her skirt and sank to her knees on either side of his lap, watching him for reaction? It was too much and in her head she dialed it back abit, instead she imagined sitting prim and proper, side-saddle-like on his thighs, closer to his knees than his groin if possible, and leaning her head on his shoulder. Even still it wouldn't be a good idea for her to try that either.
Caitlin replied wordlessly with a gentle, almost wistful smile, then sank to her knees in the sand (without straddling him). She was still facing him, but she was sitting on the back of her legs instead of butt on ground. Cait reached into the pebbly silt and flicked some of it at him. "You wish," she said but it was pretty plain on her face she wished too. Wished that she could be so bold, and carefree, and neglectful with her heart and responsibilities. Now was not the time for such things though, and the longer she stayed out here with Levi, the more constantly she needed to remind herself. How had dinner with this annoying new recruit turned into something so utterly different? She could feel a magnetic... kind of pull that just begged her in quiet whispers to stop resisting and go for it.
"So how did you get them?" She asked about his scars after all, needing the distraction.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
He leans back, placing his hands on the sand behind him to support himself as his fingers curl into the wet soil behind him. He smiled at her as she took her spot and shrugged so softly that it almost seemed he didn't shrug at all. He didn't mind, really, because for as long as he could keep her out here, another word would be written on the parchments of his book.
He turns his eye and closes the eye closest to her as the pebbles come flying at him, and he takes it with courage as the small sediments pelt his chest. "I may wish, but you're acting like a little school girl, aren't you? Stricken' in love over the upper-classmen?" He offers a smile of mockery, but it also comes with a dab of light-hearted humor. If she wished to sing the song of confusion, he'd pluck the strings of chaos.
He looks down at the scars adorning his chest before matching eyes with her before saying, with a slow and low tone, "I was a bad, bad, boy."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 6:59:15 GMT
Her eyebrows shot up at the accusation. School girl? Really? But she had to bite her tongue because he was right. She planted her hands in her lap and didn't move them, not wanting to give him any more reason to call her love-struck. When he answered her question, the low tone of his voice washed over her in a seductive way and she just stared at him, remembering at last that he was an old hand at this, a shameless flirt and experienced rogue. Just because she blurted out that she was a novice didn't mean he was also one by mere association.
She could not station him on her ship. The realization was a disappointment to her, but until she cleared her head of him, she'd have to stay at a distance. Let him torture the other she-pirates with his devilish charms... The half of them would know what to do with it anyway, unlike Cait. She no longer cared about getting dirty. She felt forlorn, knowing that after this evening, she would send him away, to a boat that didn't cross her path again for some time. For now, she crawled over to him and turned around so she could lay in the sand with her head against his thigh.
"Glad you decided to join us," She admitted for no reason in particular.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi grins with satisfaction as Caitlin buries her hands and gives off a flustered aura, it was cute, especially because she was his master, and the leader of the Brotherhood. It seems so wrong for her to act this way, yet it feels so great. The thought made him wonder how well he was entertaining her before sure spoke out the lone sentence.
Levi looks down at her as she lays her head on his thigh. "What do you mean? Don't you have quite the quantity of pirates, I mean, enough of them chased me..." he says, dragging his sentence off into silence as he glances at her for a moment, lifting a hand to curl a stray lock of her hair around his finger. "Or are you just happy that I make you unable to think?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 18:34:12 GMT
She smiled gently at him and liked how aware she was of his fingers in her hair. "No, I'm just happy to see there is a brigand out there crazier than me," She teased him back. The sun was falling, it was getting closer to evening and further away from afternoon. It would be dusk in another hour or so. Maybe they should start heading back. She glanced sideways at their boots on the bank. They were still waterlogged. She didn't relish the idea of putting those back on so soon. This was nice though, sitting here bare foot and unladylike with Levi. It was reassuring, relaxing and stress free, like she had somehow stepped back in time and was no longer a leader but instead, the girl she used to be... transformed into her former self the day she lured a man to the river - but this time that man was Levi, and there were no crazy clockwork dolls to stop them.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi smiles at the girl in his lap before his expression changes one molded from disbelief "Oh really, I'M the one who's crazier? You haven't even been around me that long. All you know is I can fight well and I love the women." He sticks his tongue out at Caitlin as a breeze rolls over the water and onto the land causing Levi's spine to shake and shiver in this time of day. "The question still remains, when am I getting an invite for tea?" he jokes, adding "I'm sure you make a superb brew." Levi's eyes break away from Caitlin's face, which he's been studying intently for awhile because who knows he may never get this close, and travel down her figure which was much more barren at this point in time. She may be a pirate, but she's still a lady who's got smooth skin.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 18:59:15 GMT
She pressed her lips together tightly and wondered what he saw when he looked at her like that. His eyes roved down her body and she knew she had left a lot exposed. Granted her modesty wasn't what it should be for a baroness, but she did have some of it. The cut he'd opened on her leg was burning, and she only just now realized it. The salt from the ocean fed into this river and was probably wreaking havoc on her wound. She'd been too distracted till now to notice. "You know that'll probably scar. That blade you swung at me was no joke." She reminded him.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi glances at Caitlin's eyes before looking up and over the water keeping her out of line-of-sight. "Well, as my master in the distance lands taught me, those who wield the blade wield it to kill. It is a burden, not a responsibility." He looks down, touching the wounds on his chest for a few seconds before looking over to Caity again. "I chose not to, though. More or less because if you went down, there were WAY too many people around for me to get out alive." he smirks and offers a wink. "Besides, I guess now I have to kiss it and make it better, don't I?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 19:14:29 GMT
A bolt of surprise shot through her and she covered the cut on her thigh with one hand, and pressed the other hand to his chest. "Don't," she breathed, but then a second later she realized he was only teasing her and she let her hands relax. She pushed herself up into a sit and swung her legs around so that she was facing him with her hip against his hip, her knees bent and curled around his backside. Caitlin looked him in the eyes a second. She leaned over his body and put her hand down on the other side of him for balance. Then, maybe because she was embarrassed, or maybe because it was just uncomfortable meeting his gaze with her face that close to his, she dropped her gaze back to his scars and raised her free hand to trace one. "These are terrible," She complained playfully, "I hope mine doesn't look this awful when it sets."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Leaned forward as she stiff-armed him to spook her a bit, but once he felt her start to pull away, he did as well, but the smile is still on his face but it's a soft smile, as if he just enjoyed being here and not causing chaos....or too much of it, that is. As she places her hand on the other side of him, and overs over Levi he can't help but to grin, and when she looks down at his chest and the puzzle of dashes and burns, commenting on how severe they look, he takes two fingers to the bottom of her chin, raising her eyes to meet is. "It won't be. My blade makes beautiful cuts, for beautiful women." He coos, close enough that there noses are practically touching. He ever so slowly moves forward towards her, stopping when there's barely any distance between them at all.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 19:27:34 GMT
Her breath hitched in her throat and she hoped to high heaven he didn't notice. The way he tripped all the wires on her internal alarms had her nervous system firing like crazy and her thoughts were getting tangled up and lost in her raw feelings. She had really liked Will, she had wanted to pursue that path and see if there was a chance at making a decent relationship with someone, someone that could fit into her family life if she ever decided to grow up and fulfill it... but even Will never pushed her to the edge like this.
Levi gently lifted her face to meet his and told her "It won't be. My blade makes beautiful cuts, for beautiful women." She gave a small smile at that and had enough humor left to lift an eyebrow at him.
"Do me a favor? Don't go cutting any of the other women on my crew, ok?" The Ok came out as a whisper when she felt him leaning forward, bringing his lips closer to hers. She turned her face at the smallest angle to lightly graze her nose past his as her eyes sank shut and she indulged in the feel of his warm breath touching her skin. She really shouldn't, but at this point she couldn't tell herself no anymore. One kiss, she thought, just one, and then I'll send him away to Breggin's ship and steer clear of him till I can control this wanting.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
It feels like he's in a position of power. Well, he is, but that's not what I mean. To be this close to the baron's daughter, the queen of rogues...it feels as if he shouldn't feel alive, and partially he doesn't. At first, Levi was a little worried about the feeling in his stomach, but he came to his senses of realizing it's what normal people call butterflies, something he's never felt before, at least, not since he was a kid. "Only for you." He whispers, being this close there's no point in talking any louder. Though he doesn't move, she looks likes her arms are about to give out. He knows she wants to taste his lips, embrace him and a sweet motion only two people can acquire. If she wants it, she's going to have to work for it and that made it all the better as Levi closes his eyes, his lashes locking with one another and a small grin pops up on his face.