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 6, 2014 18:38:14 GMT
"I don't expect you to be a doctor, but I definitely didn't take you for a thief either... I think my covers are safe," she smiled, came in close and stood on tip toe to press a quick kiss to his lips. It was becoming easier and easier to fall into the habit of kissing him whenever her thoughts wanted her to. She was both pleased and worried by it.
"C'mon, its dark and the journey back is pretty long." Too bad neither of them were winged anders, or they could have flown together back to the sky tower. Speaking of... "Ill come by my ship in the morning and see if you've had time to get settled in. Tonight I'm staying at my fathers manor in town," better safe than sorry. She hadn't planned on going home tonight, but she didn't trust herself not to when she was standing there in Levi's arms, wishing for the world she was just another lady pirate, and not the baroness... then she could do whatever her body fancied. Regretfully, she tore herself away from him and started for the bridge.
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 you'd be right about that." He says with a smile, closing his eyes as their lips come in contact. He gives back to Caitlin' just the same that she put into it, looking down at her when she continues to talk. "Yeah, you're right, suppose we should. I'll suppose I'll get stuffed all situated as soon as I can." Levi follows behind Caitlin's tail, keeping close on his own feet. You know that'll be the second shirt I've lost down here... he thinks to himself.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 19:22:41 GMT
Same as before, Caitlin used a light platform to double-jump up to the bridge rather than struggle through the cliff-side trying to climb back up. She waited just inside the tunnel for Levi to catch up, and the minute he did she pulled him into the shadows with her. Giddy and high off of the nighttime stars, the illusion of freedom, and the sense of something new and exciting just getting started; Caitlin tugged them both back against the inner wall of the cavern and put her arms up around his shoulders. She couldn't see his face in the dark to know what he was thinking, but she felt like she knew enough about him at this point to make a move and not be rejected the way she once was in the past.
Caitlin tugged him down to her, feeling her way in the darkness to find his lips, first kissing his chin, then his cheek , slanting her face so that her lips could connect with his and arching her back so that her body can mold to him. When they came out the other side of the tunnel she would have to let go of this bubbly feeling and get back to being her more tied down/responsible self. Until then, she wanted one last moment of abandon with 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 should really invest in learning something like that, and by that he means the show of magic Caitlin does to scale the hill onto the bridge. Levi just does what he normally does, pulling himself up with great leaps and bounds, making the jump to the cobblestone bridge and standing on the tracks. He follows Caitlin into the darkness, hand in hand as she traps him in the abyss, her lips touching his chin, questioning his cheek, loving his lips, and Levi smiles just ever so slightly in the darkness. So many things are running through his mind, but he doesn't care. He places a hand around Caitlin's back as long as the kiss lasts. "You know, sooner or later...daddy's gonna worry where his little girl went, and running off with the big bad wolf isn't a good answer." He says as he takes his body back to himself.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 6, 2014 20:00:04 GMT
She gave a small laugh at that. She didn't want to let go of Levi, even though he was right and it was getting later by the moment. She trailed her hand down his shoulder to his elbow and wrist until she could lace her fingers into his. Holding his hand, she tugged him forward and they walked carefully over the tracks toward the tunnel exit. "Sooner or Later Daddy is going to start thinking again that he can marry me off to some random do-gooder in society and finally have passed on the responsibility of worrying about me to someone else." She didn't know what else to add to that. There was no light at the end of the tunnel this time, literally since it was night, and it crept up on them suddenly. One moment they were cloaked underground, the next they were exposed to the sky. She held his hand as far as the fence, then let go so they could slip through to the public side.
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 follows along like a beast under their master's call, just happy to be holding hands with Caitlin when they break out of the tunnel. It's brighter out here, and he can see easier. "And is that when I swoop in with pigeons and deny the marriage, or?" He holds out the end of the sentence for awhile before dropping his grasp with Caitlin and slipping past the fence. "Well, Capain'. Now what." He offers with a cheeky tone. "Ya've had a taste, suppose I can't leave you alone in public knowing this happened." He gives Caity his good ol' wink, a flash of lashes as the blue of his eye disappears for a moment.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 7, 2014 2:07:29 GMT
She looked back at him and got a strange sense of heightened awareness, like this moment in time, everything about it, was being burned into her memory. The exact temperature of the night air, the feel of this specific amount of breeze rustling the surface layer strands of hair against her cheek, and the brightness of Levi's eyes as they glowed with mirth and looked at her with so much interest. He winked like he knew what she was going through, then hid his gaze from her. The breeze settled for a moment and Caitlin felt her chest swell. It was an instant of insignificant beauty, and as small and overlookable as it was, it seared into her heart.
"I'll let you know if I need rescuing from my own wedding Levi... and if I do, I couldn't hope for anyone better to come for me than you." She walked a few steps backwards, not tearing her eyes from him, not wanting to break the spell that was weaving its way around her heart and memory. She didn't want to ruin it either by staying. Caitlin waved a silent goodbye, smiled warmly, and turned at last to leave.
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 expression softens at her words, taking them in more way then one for his mind to compress and decompress the information over and over in it's love-drunk state. As she waves at him, he nods his head once before turning himself around and begging the walk down the lonely road, his lips puckered as he pushes wind forth, creating a soft whistle. Who knew he could do it so well?