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
Levi laughs softly as he's pushed backwards by the force of her hands shoving him with gentle playfulness. He cracks a smile and brings himself closer to her, moving his sandy hands up to her knees, sliding them up her legs and resting them on her hips as she tells her story, bringing himself closer and closer as each word passes until he was a moment a way from each other, his heart still beating over what happened just moments ago.
"Well I can't say you're wrong. On either of those statements." He whispers, as he runs his hands up even farther, following the stature of the woman his hands was on to her arms, and down to her hands, where he placed himself palm-to-palm with her. "And you know, it's good that you want me, because I want you too...and not just for tonight, I'd like to devour you over an eternity." He says, slowly, almost moaning the last segment in a tone that sends shivers down his own back.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 5:48:02 GMT
It was hard to stay focused when he did that, running his hands everywhere, and she was glad when he reached his destination and stopped palm to palm with her. He was also inches from her now, having sat up straighter and nearer to her where she was perched in his lap. The way he smiled as he spoke, the sharp edges of his eye teeth and canines broke up the perfectly even surface of his other teeth. They were all enviably white and clean. She was hypnotized by his smile, something about it was just as alluring as his lips themselves. A man shouldn't be this beautiful, Caitlin thought, assessing his bright blue eyes, gorgeous square jaw, and thick and rich black hair in addition to that grin.
If that wasn't already sending her over the deep, it didn't help her cause hearing the passion in his voice as he urged her with the sweet, forbidden words she wanted him to say. But did he mean it? She couldn't be sure. He was charismatic, and charismatics were good at pretending. Knowing this didn't help her fight the reaction her body had to him. Her temperature spiked, the heat between them rising enough to pop popcorn between them if they had any. Her body buzzed with energy tightly coiled and waiting to be unleashed. "You're not playing fair, rogue of mine," she accused him in a breathy whisper.
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
This was a moment Levi doesn't usually have, and by usually I mean never. Never has he been this close to somebody, or have a girl on his lap with under-garments separating each other. He smiles at her as she looks at his features, himself doing it to her, but his eyes are in a trance of hers, his senses catching things he can't bother to look at. The pulse of herself onto his skin, the flurish of heat they put off, and dear lord, are her lips something to dream about..
His smile distorts into a grin as she speaks. She's right, but it wouldn't be fun without it. He thinks to himself before coming forward with a reply of his own. "I've never lost a fair game....or've played one." He says with a wink. "Claiming me yours now, I see." He moans out as he shows her his neck just as animals do in nature to say, 'I'm not a threat.'
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 6:11:48 GMT
She raised her eyebrows at him. "I try to play fair, when I think the opposition deserves for me to give them a chance," She was part Lady, part Pirate. "But I feel like I've been outclassed here, I'm not used to pitying myself in a fight, you're making me work for it whether I expected to or not. " He winked and tipped his head back, not letting her little possessive remark go without mentioning. She felt a shiver run up her spine and dance over her shoulder blades. She let go of his hands and moved hers to sweep the long blonde hair over her shoulder and bring it around front, exposing her back to the fading sun. "I thought we'd established your were mine the day you passed your trial," She teased, knowing that the two kinds of claims were not the same thing.
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 cheeks redden a bit at the remark of her already owning him. It's never passed his mind before, and it may not mean to her how it means to him, but it's enough for his imagination to run wild for a moment, especially with this beautiful woman sitting on his lap, carrassing her golden hair out infront of her, in between her body and his. "Yeah...guess you do own me...by the way...I...erm.." He puckers his lips and moves them to one side as he bites on his cheek, not sure what to say next. "You know, even for what I do...a lot...you still throw me for confusion spells quite often...OH, can you do that thing with the trial? You know, make two of you? I feel like that could come in hand later.." He pokes humor at the situation with that statement as he places his hand on her back, running it down her skin to rest just above the line of linen.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 6:41:00 GMT
She gave a quick moan when his hands ran along her back, not even trying to hide the sound as she normally would have. He'd shared enough primal sounds of appreciation for her to not feel out of place doing it herself. "I hate to burst that bubble Levi, but that trick is visual only. Can't touch or talk to the vision, wouldn't do you any good." Well, actually, he probably could talk to it, if she cast the spell to say something deceitful but that hadn't' been the point during his trial.
Caitlin scooted even closer to him, closing the gap and hunched her shoulders in, making herself tiny in his arms as she buried her head in the curve of his neck. "Do it again, please," She asked sweetly, referring to his hands on her skin.
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
Well now that Caitlin is literally squished against Levi, he can't really say no if he wanted to, so he just shrugs before dragging his hands across her back, using both of them as if he were an artist and she, the canvas. He dances his fingers around her skin, his finger-nails grazing over the soft-tissue lightly to invoke goosebumps, as he smiles and leans his chin on her head. "Ah, that's fine. I think you'll do well solo..sensitive skin? I guess my assumption was correct. VERY soft sheets." His chest jumps a few time in soft laughter as he dabbles across Caitlins back before dragging his hands back, tracing invisible flames across the sides of her torso, and making tribal marks with his finger tips as he crosses her stomach.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 7:00:58 GMT
The doing well solo remark didn't register in her brain as meaning what he meant it to. She couldn't argue with his assumptions about her skin (or her sheets) since the shivers her body involuntarily gave spoke volumes of their own. It didn't stick in her mind anyway, not when his fingernails danced around the sides of her body, then slowly to the front of her stomach. It felt incredible. If anyone has ever drawn on your skin, with ink or not, you'd know the sweet sensitive pleasure. Caitlin was getting it in waves as Levi used both hands, and danced along nerve endings that had never been touched before. She had a thought, and her heart skipped a beat before going into over drive. She bit her own lip in doubtfulness but went for it anyway. Caitlin reached down and lifted the hem of her camisole so Levi's massage could touch her skin to skin. She only lifted the fabric high enough for his hands to slip under, then she let it fall on the back of his hands, leaving them concealed underneath. "Just a little more?" She asked him, not wanting the tingling feeling to end.
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
"Maybe, maybe not. What's in it for me?" He asks with a playful tone as the soft fabric brushes against the back of his hands, which were now delving into the secrets which were Caitlin's upper body. His hands a phantom under the masquerade of silk, or whatever material the camisole was made out of. He smiles as he wraps her body with small lines of pleasure, drawn and skewered across her skin in multiple waves, starting and stopping here and there as he lifts his hands and drops them in other spots to restart the feeling. "You say you want me, and other days you don't. But right now I feel as if I'm the only man to ever do this to you." He says with a smug grin, because he knows his right. There's no way in hell he could be wrong.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 7:16:47 GMT
"You would be right," She breathed against his neck, her body rocking against him when he hit a particular sweet spot and she fluttered her eyelashes against his skin. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she gave him reign of her bare skin. It was as wrong as Levi himself was for her, but she had made this choice, and she was going to enjoy it. If she had to feel regret, if, then she would feel it later and not let it spoil the moment now. "I think you need a new assignment," She whispered beneath his ear, her eyes still closed, her skin still humming with delicious satisfaction. She was on thin ice, she needed to quit soon, but as long as they didn't go lower, they were fine, right?
"I think the IRONDREAD's captain needs you more than the other ships do." There, she'd said it, she wanted him with her, on her ship. She wasn't running from him, or forcing him to run from her. Not that he was invited to share her cabin, but at least he'd be around - and maybe if she was lucky, they'd sneak into some empty spaces from time to time and repeat this moment, and all the moments on the beach before it.
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 smiled. He liked being right, it felt good, especially when Caitlin admitted it, but what she said next perked his curiosity and made him stop his finger-dance for a moment, but continuing on as she talked, nodding softly as she breathed hard against his chest, her arms around his shoulders, his hands sleeping around places that they probably shouldn't but he doesn't try to kill the moment, he knows Caitlin is enjoying it so he doesn't stay too long, his fingers finding other portions of her body to occupy. "Mmm, it seems I won't have to buy you a doll after all, you'll have the real thing." He says with a flick of his head, getting the hair that was in his face now out of it. "I'm glad you've come to your senses, but the more you move and groove on me, the harder it gets to resist you.." He says in almost a faint whisper.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 7:34:06 GMT
She wasn't expecting to hear that. Was she actually getting under his skin too? She wasn't sure he had any buttons left to push, but apparently Caitlin had found some. She held very still and smiled, pulling back so she could look at him. He looked love drunk, the way men in the casinos or gentleman's clubs often did. Caitlin got a strange sense of accomplishment out of it.
"Sorry," She said, not sorry at all, clearly based on the smile she still wore. Reluctantly, she disengaged his hands from under her camisole and carefully withdrew from his lap. The sun had set slowly while they were having their bit of fun, and dusk was in full effect. Her boots and clothes were a little down the bank. She walked over to them quietly, giving Levi a show as she picked it all up and put it all back on. When she returned to where he was located, she put her hands on her hips and tilted her head at him. "How soon can you relocate from your current bunk to one on my ship?"
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 smiled at her when she pulled back and smiled at him. The look she gave him made him feel as if she didn't understand the situation, but you gotta let them win atleast once. He watches her as she walks across the sandy shore to her clothings, patting the ground around him in search for his hat as he keeps his eyes locked on Caitlin's figure. She's definitely got a body, but she IS a pirate, so there's that. As she walks over he pops his hat onto his locks, grabbing the scabbard off the ground next to him and pushes himself into the standing motion. He looks Caitlin up and down. You can't be serious, he thinks to himself as she asks her question. He narrows his eyes as if it'll see through her question, but after a moment he asks.
"That depends if I can wake up next to you." He says with his tongue stuck out.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 17:06:05 GMT
She felt dread in her stomach when he narrowed his eyes at here. Here it comes, she thought, and she was right. Caitlin felt a tension around her heart. If she said no, would he change his mind about coming to her ship? She shouldn't care either way, but she had hoped....
"You know what they say about dating your boss right? Don't mix business with pleasure." She stepped up closer to him now, tilting her head up towards him and bringing her hands forward to place lightly on his chest. "Of course, we're not in the business of always following the rules," She whispered, looking into his eyes for any sign that she was hitting the right buttons now. "So take it one step at a time cowboy and maybe if you're really, really good... I'll let you choose your own sleeping arrangements." It wasn't a guarantee, but the opportunity was definitely out there. She'd have to have lost all common sense at that point, but with the way he addled her brain, she probably was a lot closer than he knew.
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 as her hands touch his chest. He looks down at her as she looks up at him, and he takes his hand, running it along the line of her chin before curing it, giving her head a base to rest on as he smiles, he opens his mouth to say something but pauses before leaning forward and pecking Caitlin' on her forehead. "You go ahead and say that now, doll, but don't be surprised when I steal your covers." He whispers, snickering a tad at his own statement. "And really, how good do I have to be? I'm a pirate for the love the Pete, not a doctor!