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
"I would, actually...do you mind?" He jokes, as he balances with his left arm, so his right can be moved as he tugs at the top of Caitlin's shirt like thing. Yeah, that's how Levi would put it. It's a thing. Smiling he takes his hand back, using it as a stand again as that was much more comfortable.
"And trancing around two boys isn't really a love life, is it?" He says as her warm breaths brush over his already heated body, and this wasn't helping, but Levi's gonna do whatever it takes to burn himself into her mind again.
"Is it 'Levi don't?" He comments, as he turns his head just a small angel as she puts her hands on his chest, to place a kiss with soft pink lips against her cheek bone.
"Or is it..."Caitlin, don't." He teases, before adding. "Careful where your hands tread, my nipples are sensitive."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 4, 2014 10:12:20 GMT
Her nerve endings were definitely sizzling. If he didn't stop doing this to her... she'd have to forget about sending him away for a few months, she'd have to deploy herself! "What do you mean, I'm not running anyone around?" She asked, clinging to the one bit of information he gave her that didn't involve weakening her resolve. His whispers against her skin couldn't have been more accurate. When she told him not to, she was really telling herself. Her hands froze where they were and she withdrew them carefully, sighing with resignation and tilting her head back. "Just answer the question please..." one thing at a time. If she could just focus on one thing at a time... she kept telling herself.
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 giggles in the nape of her neck at her first statement. Alright, whatever you say princess. He thinks to himself, brushing her skin with his nose.
"All you have to do is wrap your arms around me Caitlin. I won't let you down...didn't you wanna know what kept those other girls coming?" He taunts, before adding "What do you want answered, sugar-lips." At least he said one thing she wanted before he brushed his lips against the side of her neck, kissing it longingly before coming back, locking his canines carefully onto her skin, just enough to pull as he wraps his lips around the soft spot as he begins to lick her skin through the opening of his teeth.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 4, 2014 10:26:59 GMT
His touch was like fire and his words were like ice, assaulting her with hot and cold in the same instant. This time she did squirm, and realized in doing so that her legs were tied up really well with his. "I do NOT want to know or have any part of what other girls get from you," She ground out. He bit at her throat and she gasped, arching her back up and molding her body to his, contrary to the words that just came out of her mouth.
"Levi, this isn't fair," she whimpered, even as her eyes slipped closed and her hands wrapped around him. After a moment of succumbing, she groaned at herself and forced her hands between their two bodies so she could push him away again. "I meant what I said, about not wanting any part of you those other girls had," She held her voice steady, and while her arms were reluctant to make her point, her words were adamant.
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
"Alright, I won't give you anything you don't want." He says with a snicker behind his breath, her squirming turning this chit-chat into a hunt as he runs his hand down her side, tracing her curves with his hand.
"Come now girl, I'm a pirate. You know I don't play fair when I pillage for the booty." He jokes, causing himself to laugh as she places her arms around him, connecting the two in a short but warm embrace, in more ways then one as he pulls himself up just enough to look into her eyes.
"And so was I, I'll give you something else no other girl has gotten from me...Do you wanna guess what it is?" He says, kissing the air infront of him in a taunt. "Come on Capain, you're a smart woman. You've got this."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 4, 2014 10:43:24 GMT
God his eyes were so striking. She hated that he could look at her like that... completely sure of himself, confident, dominant, amused....
"hm... let me see... a scar across the inside of my thigh?" She raised an eyebrow at him accusingly.
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
"Silly girl. That's only one thing you'll get between your legs from me." That's not gonna make this situation better. He thinks to himself, but regardless he insues the conversation.
"Maybe something different, something that you'll actually want. Or might not, who knows...but no one has been offered it before. Do you want to be my first?" He says with a shy, almost nervous tone at the end but you could tell it was just for effect as he leans forward again so their noses are together.
"I'm talking about the first to have my love...and to actually mean it." He whispers, as he places a peck on her lips. Well well well..
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 4, 2014 16:29:13 GMT
A wave of prickly heat raced up her face and into her hairline, followed by a wash of cold as she felt the blood drain away in mortification. Cait tried to pinch her legs closed, but they only squeezed tighter around his, making her all to aware that he already had one knee between her two.
She wasn't buying it, not his cheap words or overly romantic notions. If there was one thing Caitlin had gotten enough of in civil society, it was false promises of the heart. Every dandy thought that by promising her love, she'd fall wantonly into their arms. A time or two she'd entertained them with a few kisses, mostly to entertain herself... but she never invested in their claims of heartfelt love, especially not promises of 'first love'. His whisper was seductive, alluring, and his lips on hers still tingled with a forbidden kind of sweetness. Still, when he was done she had something of her own to say.
"Love cannot be given, it must be won, so if you think you can just give it to me like another form of currency you are wrong. I am the barons Daughter Levi, and if I was going to buy that line, it would have been purchased years ago and from somebody else."
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
"And who said I'd give it to you on a silver plater? Maybe it's about time the roles reversed, and you can play the hunter...did you know, Lions bite each other when they mate?" He grins, looking at her neck before sliding his eyes back to hers.
"If you really want this playboys attention, and to have it have a meaning behind you, you're gonna have to work sweet-cheeks." He takes his hand and runs it along Caitlin's jaw line, placing it down on her stomach, rattling his fingertips on her soft skin.
"Does that bother you? Having to work for someones love? You know they saw what you put into something, equals what you'll get out of it."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 4, 2014 21:11:08 GMT
Caitlin gave him a sly grin, pushed back her elbows on the ground and lifted her upper body, bringing her face close to his. "No, I'm not afraid to put in a little work. The question is, is your heart the one I'm willing to work for?" Cait lowered her lashes to look at his lips, then shook her head slowly 'no'. No, because she'd tried that once.... with Frees... and it had ended horribly and painfully and she didn't want to do that again. She'd had a 'first love', at least from her perspective if not his, and it sucked.
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
"Do you really think I'm only worth a little work?" Levi pulls himself back just a touch as she comes closer to him asking the question after she speaks. Levi licks his lips as he looks at Caitlin. She looks broken, but that's was supposed to be my job. He thinks to himself. He sighs and backs up more.
"You know, I've never thought to ask about it, but do you wanna talk about it? I suppose I should listen to what you have to say." He says, before rolling off of her, putting his hands behind his head as he stares into the sky lights.
"But of course, if you play hard to get forever, I'll get bored of it and find something else to do." He says in a whisper. He didn't mean to say it outloud, but he did.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 4, 2014 21:33:31 GMT
She felt naked when he moved away from her. His body had cloaked her from the sky, from the breeze, from the world and it felt strange to be exposed now, even though she'd spent the whole day this undressed on the beach alone. Caitlin rolled onto her side and propped her head up on her hand. With the other hand she tugged her hair around one shoulder and ran her fingers through it as she covered her body with it like a curtain of gold.
"Talk about what? my "wish list" for love? What I think is a worthy fight for a mans heart? No thanks, not unless you want to talk about your thoughts on all the same things..." She heard his last comment of course, but she couldn't blame him. She wasn't even shocked or upset. It was comforting in a way, hearing from his own lips that he would get bored and move on from her, it lessened her fears of "what if".... this plague of thoughts that haunted her subconscious, bothering her with thoughts like: what if you miss out on something special, what if you take too long to make up your mind and you lose your only chance, what ifs/what ifs....
Caitlin watched him with stormy blue eyes, the confidence settling in her gaze that she knew now she was right to resist. Her rebellious heart still cried out that it didn't care, like a savage in chains fighting for release so it can run through some quick sand, when all its captor wanted was to keep it safe. "I doubt I'd ever get bored with you," she thought, half a whisper too. what was she doing here? Playing with fire. Even after the timber was reduced to ash, she was still blowing on the hot coals.
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 snickers in short succession as she makes her comment.
"Perhaps I will, but you'll have to ask." He says, with a blank expression on his face. His run really did do him in, and he was exhausted but that wasn't going to be blatently put out there. No, he was gonna mask it as much as he could but for now his cheeks were hurting from smiling.
"Hmm, did you say something else?" He asks in a low tone. His mind was telling him it was just the water whispering, or a something else but his body told him that the young lady besides him has a secret.
"You know..." he says, trailing off into silence. No, HE didn't even know...he's at a loss of words. Perhaps she'll understand.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 5, 2014 20:17:48 GMT
She wondered what his answer would be, what he expected from the heart.... She didn't ask right away. Instead she sat there leaning her face in her palm and watched him. He looked tired, and again she wondered what he had been doing out here running in the woods. They could be close, she realized. They were close - in a way... sitting on the beach, undressed, they stopped pretending to be more than they were. They were at peace with everything on the outside, everything but what they felt on the inside. That may not sound like much, but when you lived in the city of gears, being at peace with the world on the outside was one hell of an accomplishment. They had somehow formed a unique kind of bond, something more than friends, but not quite a relationship. It was, special and exciting. And as for the inner turmoils, they could get there... if they tried.
"Ok, I want to know. What is your "wish list" for love? What do you think is a worthy fight for a womans heart?"
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 lays motionless after she asks her question, asking himself in his head. He takes a deep breath and puffs his cheeks, holding it for a moment before letting it out in one giant exhale.
"You know..I'm not sure, most of the girls you find in the low-life corners are easy as saying they've got a cute smile. Never really took much, but you're putting up a fight and maybe that's what attracts me to you so much. To be honest, I'm not even sure a worth fight exists, you're just stubborn." He turns his head to look at Caitlin. "Which isn't a bad thing, because I probably would've been gone if you haven't decided to play cat and mouse, but it's turning more into cat and no mouse. What do you believe is a trial worth setting up for a man?" He asks after he finishes his little rant and looking back up to the sun-lit blue sky.