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
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 19:52:25 GMT
Their breaths mingled in shallow exhales. After a pause she realized he was leaving it up to her. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip but her eyes remained closed, same as his. She shuffled and without looking she shifted onto his lap so she could put both arms around his shoulders. If she only got one kiss, she wanted it to be worth it. The gash on her leg throbbed with remembered pain as it pressed against his bare torso and she leaned into him. "Good," she spoke against his lips, feeling the way his mouth stretched into a smile. Cheeky bastard, she thought. Then she kissed him. Velvet lips against crushed velvet. The studs in his face felt smooth against her skin, and the heat that radiated from them both made her forget the chilly air and settling dusk. This was real freedom. This was a moment of defiance unlike any she had committed before. She knew better than to get mixed up with a bad boy like Levi, and she wasn't looking at a bright future with him, they were just outlaws in the same guild but right here and now she couldn't care less. Unbidden, unjustifiable desire ruled in this instant and she took it for what it was.
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's grin fades after a second of heat from Caitlin. He's done it, step two is definitely complete. He thought this would've been a lot harder, maybe he was wrong in his first thought. Maybe she actually was a girl who doesn't feel much love. Coming from Levi, that's quite a statement considering how many beds he's woken up in. As Caitlin climbs into his lap, he wraps his arms around her waist instantly, almost as if it was instinct which it was, but not with someone like Caity. This should've been a challenge, and the taste of the drink she had earlier and salt from the water burns his lips. This is what he wanted, and he's got it.
But he's not finished, and he knows she's gonna scamper off after this and try to hide. Levi made a good impression, but probably not one good enough to keep him around. He pulls back with a smile at Caitlin. "That whole school girl thing? Yeah, you kiss like one." He says before kissing her forehead. "You need more practice." he pokes at her before offering "Maybe I can buy you a doll that looks like me. You can use that, and even cuddle with it at night when I'm not there." He smirks slyly, as if his words were burning into the center of Caitlin's emotions. Hopefully, they were.
He takes one hand away from around her as he entertains her and slips it between her leg and himself, feeling the cut he did on her. It was pretty good, and wasn't intentional to be that deep, it was a brash decision made in a split second. He looks her in the eyes. "Are you sure you don't want me to kiss it?" he whispers calmly. "It doesn't have to be here, maybe even on your ship..." He pauses for a moment, "Or better yet..." he winks at her "Your bed."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 20:26:31 GMT
She was smoldering from the inside out like a hot coal, and then, he dashed her to waifs of forgotten ash, doused under a torrent of cold water. Caitlin rose from his lap with false calm and a flash of wounded pride in her eyes. His fingers on her cut slid down her leg as she did and the very thought of how eagerly she seized any chance to touch him began to burn in her mind with embarrassment.
"Funny, I was just thinking to myself how disappointed I am that your added experience didn't offer me anything to learn from you." Her words were clipped, her tone of nonchalance a lie. She moved down a pace to gather her boots and began forcefully tugging them on, taking her anger out on them. When he made his joke about the doll, and again about her bed she froze and stared blindly at the ground. If she turned to look at him she might pummel him with her boots, and then he'd just call her a childish schoolgirl again, or worse.
"No thanks, you leave much to be desired," she said, taking a stab back at 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 gives a disgruntled exhale as Caitlin stands up, his hand trailing down her leg as she does so, him holding onto her ankle for a moment before letting her go. He covers his mouth with his hand and gives watches her before standing himself and sulking after he as she fires off insults. To be fair, Levi is the nicest person either so these are well due, but it doesn't show if they bother him or not.
What does show in-fact is that he cares, and it comes in the form of a five-lettered word. "Sorry." Is all he says as he places an arm under her knee and behind her back, swooping her from her feet. He spins around so he's facing the sea and whispers to her. "You're different from all the others. Maybe you need treated differently. Besides, I'll need my master to teach me the ropes, water isn't my forte." He smiles at the girl in his arms who looks as if she's about to slaughter the boy.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 20:47:09 GMT
Maybe if she hadn't been intentionally ignoring his presence, then she would have seen him coming. Instead she jumped in her skin when he said sorry right before swooping her up and spinning her so they were facing the river again. She fumed silently as he made his excuses, but she wasn't interested in taking anything he said lightly. Not now.
"I think we both know what your forte is, Levi, and how I need to be treated is no longer your concern," she seethed with as much controlled anger as she could muster. Regardless of how angry she looked he still smiled at her, and somehow it only fueled her more. "I wouldn't worry about learning the ropes from me Levi, you're "talents" are honed enough for me to find a use for you somewhere, just the way you are. I'm sure you'd make an excellent informant, sleazing information out of women in town for a pretty word or petty peck on the lips. Why don't you put those charms to use on someone else?" And not on me, she added silently to herself. Her pride was wounded mostly, but even her heart bruised a little, though she considered herself a fool for even allowing that to be possible. Heaven forbid, she only knew him for about a day.... If he could work her emotions this well in so little time, what reason did she have to believe that any of his emotions were genuine?
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 can tell she's not the happiest and whatever he seems to be doing isn't working, but hey, she's still in his arms and that's okay with him but he wipes the smirk off his face with a look of dis-hearted pain. "I can't let you say that. I do work for you after all, one of my primary roles is to not let you get treated harshly. I mean, not that you'd need it, you are the top dog of the sea." His breath is caught in his throat as he looks down, away from Caitlin before exhaling slowly. Maybe he did do something wrong. She was quite fragile. He turns to her again. "Because I'm not charming you, Caitlin. That's how you see this. You're being charmed by myself. I've yet to put on a show since I saved you." His eyes match hers with a look of sorrow on his face. "You're one of the only people to ever hear the word sorry come from me. How can I let you go with you knowing that?" He pauses for a moment. "If you really wish to storm out, come on, I'll help you put your boots on, and button up your cover." He says sheepishly.
On the inside, Levi wasn't giving up, not now, not ever. He's caught up to his prey, all he has to do is sink his teeth and go for the kill.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 21:10:12 GMT
"You call this charming?!" She snapped, indignant. And then he brought up saving her, which they both knew he had. He had saved her life because she'd fallen victim to her stupid fancy ladies clothes in the deep. It certainly didn't make her feel like a top dog of the sea but it was good to know he saw her as one. "Put me down and I'll dress myself thank you!" she demanded. Soon as he did she tugged on her other boot and whipped her shrug off the ground. She shook it out roughly to get rid of all the loose pebbles before slipping her arms in it and brushing her long wavy hair aside so she could try fastening the buttons in back by herself. Her fingers kept missing the clasps and she growled in angry frustration. The more aggravated she got, the more buttons she missed until finally she had to suck it up and face him. "Can you - please - help me fasten this on?" She burned with humiliation for having to ask. Getting him to take it off was so much less humbling, but then the memory made her face burn with embarrassment again. She hadn't been behaving like a Baroness. She'd behaved like a doxy.
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
"I, erm, noo?" he mumbles to himself. Maybe he wasn't clear, or maybe the word choice, ah, whatever. Caitlin has torn his face off for holding her so it's all okay in his book!
He sets her down gently, trying to be as nice as he can for the woman before she trudged off to put her boots on which gave Levi tile to put his overcoat on, and plop his hat back on his head. He doesn't care much for the shirt as the cold breeze against his chest feels good now that his arms aren't shivering. He keeps his head down and tries not to chuckle as Caitlin sounds like she's trying to thread a needle. He smiles widely before wiping that stupid grin off of his face as she calls for him. He looks up and nods. "Of course, I said I'd help. I may not have nice words, but I'm a man of them." Her cheeks flushed with red gives him a genuine smile, soft and warm, reflecting how his heart feels. All mushy. He walks over to her with his boots in his hands, dropping them into the sand as he finds the brass shown in view as Caitlin already moved her hair out of the way for him. He's not gonna miss his chance, especially not at this time, not while being face to face is going to get him killed. He places his lips on the back of her neck, just pecking the pale skin before popping the clips onto the receiving end of metal. He steps back, "There." is all he says, sad that it's almost time to part ways. He steps into his boots and kneels down to tie them on.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 21:33:19 GMT
She shivered when his lips lightly touched the back of her neck, but she pretended not to notice. He fastened her shrug the rest of the way and went to work putting on his own boots. She stood there, churning over her options of what to do with him. He was right when he said that he still worked for her. She needed to make up her mind where she wanted him. A small part of her wanted him on the IRONDREAD, her own ship. She tried to tell herself it was because of what a great swordsman he was and how beneficial it would be to have a man like him watching her back. Of course, an even bigger part of her wanted him working the peasants hovel for information, or the brothels, as a cruel kind of justice for having a go at her. She wouldn't though. Not just because that was a task she preferred volunteers to do out of genuine desire to do so (there were no shortage of volunteers among her men and no one should be forced into trading themselves for intel), but also because she couldn't stomach the thought of him taking pleasure in a dozen other women while she had to suffer the humiliation of one pathetic kiss.
Once he finished he stepped back and said "there".
"What about your shirt?" She pointed at his bare chest. "Plan on leaving that here for the shadow beasts?"
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 brushes off some of the dirt from his boots and stands up, looking at Caitlin, wondering about the look she had one her face. "Oh that?" He bends over and picks it up, ringing it out a few times to get all the water out. "Do you want it?" he smiles, throwing the clothe at her. "It's the same shirt you diced me up in." He smiles at her. The fight. He remembered there being more than one Caitlin, and the look she gave him when she dug the steel into him. "If you don't want it, I'm sure someone will come by and take it."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 22:15:53 GMT
"that was just a scratch, really," she defended herself casually, but shrugged as she caught the shirt he tossed. Cait looked at him then at the shirt and back again. In a swift, brash gesture she tore the shirt into two pieces. The larger of the two she let drop to the ground, the smaller bit she tucked into her corset. "A token, to remind me of the day I drew first blood," She told him, lifting a brow in challenge. "C'mon lets get out of here, its getting dark and we're far from the city now."
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
Shrugs his eyebrows. "Compared to my slice, it was a scratch." As he walks towards Caitlin, he kicks some sand over his shirt, who knows why, it was just kinda compulsory. "First blood? Do I get a token the day I take your first blood?" He smirks as he follows behind Caitlin. "You're right. Where are we headed to now?" He says, taking his hat off for a moment to shake out his hair. Ugh, salt water.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 22:57:13 GMT
She stutter-stepped at the first question, but recovered her footing and continued back up the hillside, trying to get a good foothold and climb back to the bridge and tunnel. "We're headed back to Lodan," She answered the second question while still mulling over the first. Yep, there was no doubt about it. Levi was a danger to her. Not because he was serious, she really doubted any of his flirtations toward her were, but because her heart didn't seem to know when to quit taking him or anything he said seriously. She stopped struggling up the hill and spoke the next sentence quietly but firmly.
"Then you're to find Giselle at the docks. She has one of my better ships under her command..." Cait gritted her teeth on the jealousy blooming in her gut knowing she was purposefully sending Levi to one of her prettier commanders. "You will be serving as part of her crew. They are some of my best, and because of that they spend a lot of time at sea." At least if he was off floating around with Giselle, Caitlin didn't have to worry about running into him again for a couple of months, at least not till after the Jubilee anyways. Maybe by then the mental images of him rolling around with her out on the sea foam would free Cait from wanting him when he got back. If that didn't work, maybe she just needed to dispense with her noble reservations and get some experience of her own, so that a charming rogue like this one wouldn't have the power to addle her brain. Maybe with that out of her system she wouldn't be so lured in by the unknown??
Maybe. But that was still plan Z really... especially since her mother had passed on, like it or not Cait would eventually be the Baroness. If she had to marry to pass on her title, as sour as the thought was, she knew marrying a man after someone else deflowered her would carry huge consequences.
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
Narrows his eyes, why did he even ask that question. No other place to go, really but either way he listens to Caitlyn talk. "Giselle? Sounds like Gizelle." He says out loud, it was more of an internal thought but it spread it wings and flew. He looks up at Caity. "If she haves one of your better ships, I'm assuming she's one hell of a pirate, hmm?" He grabs for a tree root and pulls himself up, dirt falling from under where his feet was. He mumbles something along the lines "Hope the blue-haired girl isn't there...wench." He comes to Caitlin's side when he can before saying. "Seems we won't see each other for a bit. I'll make sure to keep to myself...not that I'm any good." he snickers at his own joke as he prances up the hill with a whisky smile on his face. "Say, would you rather the doll be life-sized, or hand-held?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 1, 2014 23:23:01 GMT
Caitlin blinked at him. Did he take nothing seriously at all? She exhaled slowly and realized it was better that he didn't since she was serious enough for the both of them. Cait watched him scurry up the hill with ease, turning back to joke at her some more. She waited a beat, drawing up a haste spell then double jumped in the air, forming a platform half way between the ground where she started and the bridge where she finished. Now that she was on higher ground she looked down at him and smirked.
"doesnt matter, as long as its flammable," she bared her teeth in a wicked grin.
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
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