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 closes one eye in a tight squeeze as recalls the past, Caitlin asking him too in a weak laughter. "Not word for word, but I grasp the concept still. Why do you ask?" He questions, her blue eyes looking even more beautiful with a shine on them. Who knew she'd look even better upset? Levi shakes his head softly to dissipate the thought. "I thought you'd want to forget that day. I'm glad you didn't." He gives one last comment before waiting for her reply.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 19:56:48 GMT
"Oh," she breaks eye contact and hoods her gaze from him. If he didn't remember she didn't want to embarrass herself bringing it up. "Forget I brought it up," He cheeks flamed red, too late to save herself the embarrassment after all. He'd asked her to give him a reason, and he'd catch her from the fall... always offering to catch her, but she didn't trust him enough to mean it. She wanted to, she really wanted to - but she'd need him to restate his willingness as often as he restated his plans to promptly ditch her the moment after he got her into bed.
He was a walking contradiction. No wonder she didn't trust him. It wasn't fair really, how beautiful things were with him, a wretch, but would they be as beautiful if he were anything but a wild rose? What if, instead of being the flirt on the riverbank, teasing her with taboo seductions, he was a gentleman in a coat and top hat playing by the laws of civility and peppering her with compliments out of social protocol? No. Definitely not. She loved him this way, even though it killed her that "this way" was the very reason she kept him at arms length.
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
"Something wrong, Kitten?" He asks with a tilt of his head, following her eyes as they move away from him. "You don't have to let yourself burn a new color over me. Tell me what's on your mind, I tell you mine, isn't it something you should be able to do with me? I mean, I am you're number one crew mate." He winks his right eye and brings the matching hand up to wave a single finger in front of her."Don't worry, I can't just up and leave you. Someone has to make sure your clumsy self doesn't trip into a blade." He taunts her of the past. Do you feel the mark?
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 21:19:23 GMT
"Hah," she laughed over that, her smile returning a little stronger and her eyes finding his again. "Keep telling yourself that," she spoke softly. He was good at making her laugh, especially when she felt like crying. Whether the fact he was the reason she wanted to cry canceled out his charm or added to it, for the sheer sake that he could pull her into a 180 by himself like that, she couldn't be sure. "Sometimes I hate you," it was safer to say that than to say how she felt during the times she didn't hate him. He jerked on her passions so often though, one could quickly turn into the other in an instant.
"I wish you'd kiss me, so I didn't have to take all the credit for kissing you," She teased.
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 offered a sparkly grin to his Captain, as she talks about hating him. "You've told me that, but sometimes I can't help but to not think that's true, like now." He pulls slightly on her side, moving his left hand down to mirror the right, bringing the blonde in close and warm, leaning his visage down towards her, teasing her lips with his own by giving it a slight touch. "You can take credit for kissing me, and I'll take credit for making you want to." He's lips perk in a small grin as he waits for the prey to take the bait.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 21:50:26 GMT
"close enough" she murmured against the hairsbreadth between their lips. Her eyes sank closed and she let herself fall into the cocoon of warmth he'd created. Her lips pressed against his and she leaned fully against him for support. This was so much better than a spitting contest, she thought, then broke away from the kiss from the laughter that immediately bubbled up at the thought. "Haha, sorry, so sorry, here, lets try that again," She grinned, and leaned in a second time to feel the warring textures of his face, both warm velvet lips and cool hard steel in contrast.
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 took the girl into his arms like he's done as such before. He smiles softly as their lips collide in a soft collision of pink flesh. His eyes closed for a few moments as the warm embrace between them was made, only opening them as Caitlin pulled away, as did he also, offering a "heh" as she asks to do it again. Catboy would let her make contact again, giving her control of the moment. She seemed like she needed the power after breaking down. Guess you could call it jumpstarting. He pulls away for a moment, taking in a breath of fresh air and Caitlin. "I think that was a bit sloppy, you might have to do it a third time."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 22:03:30 GMT
She was feeling relaxed from head to toe, the tension in her arms and stomach uncoiled, and it was a really great feeling. He joked about a third time and she pushed lightly on his chest. "Don't tempt me, its bad enough we're snogging up here in the open for any which body to spot us from the pier." and she was right, and she was just realizing she was right. Anyone might have noticed, and news of the baroness making face with some rogue at the skytower would do wonders for her reputation in society. If her father heard about this, a wedding would definitely be back on the blackboard. He'd be expediting her matchmaking again before he feared it was too late.
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
The male ponders for a moment, a slight hum breaking through his lips as he stands in thought. He slides his left hand up her side and places his palm dead center of her back, before sliding his right hand down under her thigh, lifting with it as he presses himself forward in a move to get her to arc her back as if this was some fancy play going on in theater. He kisses her neck, and playfully gloats "It'd be a shame for someone to catch in the act of love." He looks her dead in the eye before continuing. "Let alone the act of love making, which could be happening, right here in the open public. It's a possibility." Levi wonders how much ruckus he's caused for Caitlin and the thought of it all only keeps making him want to do it more.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 22:27:26 GMT
Butterflies took off in her stomach and she gasped as he dipped her and kissed her throat. "Levi!" she couldn't let go though, she felt like she really would fall if she did, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. "You're devilish you know that? Is this your plan, to ensure someone catches us and make it impossible for my father to find me a husband?" wait, was she actually against that idea? oh yeah, yeah she was - responsibilities and all that, they were a cleaver. "besides," she said breathless, excited and terrified at the same time from the thought of doing any of those things at all, but in public on top of that. "You need to be in love with someone to make love," she argued. "Or be married to them... I hear either cause justifies the act, though one is clearly more scandalous than the other."
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 shrugs casually as the woman hanging from his neck speaks of her father and him finding a husband. "Who knows? Maybe I am, maybe I ain't." His voice filled with carelessness as he kisses her collarbone as she continues her rant, and when it comes to marriage or love, he says with a voice hinted by laughter. "Then oh girl, I've been breaking society's law for quite some time, eh? Who knows, maybe you'll be the one to make me listen, o' beautiful judicator." He looks up at her and winks playfully, his eyes looking into her face, skimming for emotions and the likes.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 23:07:22 GMT
"Right, how could I forget who I was talking to?" She said, her emotions a little more flat lined than they were previously. Already her feelings toward him were taking a nosedive. It was incredible really, how quickly her opinion of him could change with a single thought. This time the thought was of him with many, many, manymanymanymanymanymany many other women one right after the other in a faceless parade of skirts that he liked to chase like a pup after a steam carriage. Caitlin pushed against him and twisted out of his hold, standing up tall and dusting imaginary dirt from her dress.
"There are many things I can do Levi, many," she said, not afraid to give herself a compliment when it came to her ranges. She had in fact seen the highs and lows, been apart of the best and worst Lodan had to offer. But there was one thing she hadn't seen, and it was a level of intimacy which he regularly took for granted. "but I don't see how I'm supposed to manage that. You make a devlish Romeo, but I'm not so sure I'd make a fitting Juliet."
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 draws in air through the side of his teeth, creating a tsssk sound. "That burned! How could you have forgotten me? I'm one of a kind!" He exclaimed to her. "You know Juliet wasn't very sure about being Juliet either, and Romeo gave her her first kiss, are you sure you don't want me to give you your first kiss?" he chimed in as she squirmed from his grasp. He let her go without a fight, "When you're ready to learn, I'll teach you a lesson, by the way, do you think I'd look better in a brown, or black suit?" He asked as he pretended to straighten a tie around his neck.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 17, 2014 23:20:39 GMT
"Brown," she answered him, but then got back to his previous remarks. "Romeo also gave Juliet her last kiss, and she his, so unless you're suggesting "Till death do ye part" (she mimicked an officiants voice by lowering her own) then I doubt we'd fit the roll at all." All except for the tragedy perhaps, the rate they were going she could see them landsliding into that type-casting, no problem. She was exhausted again. Tired of fighting herself fighting him. She sighed and turned away - looking out at the clouds.
"If I were human, I'd take a small flyer, and just coast for days, stopping only when I needed coal or water for the boilers. How long do you think one can chase the sun before they get tired of freedom?"
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 shrugs as she mimics the ol' ruliet and jomeo, "I'd give you your last kiss, but I doubt your father would let me." He sticks his tongue out in a taunt to the man who's sitting somewhere in his fancy house, "But I'll do it regardless." he whispered before turning as she did. "Hmm, it depends, I'd say. What's your reason for running after something that doesn't exist? How much faith do you have behind it? They say if you wish for something hard enough it'll happen, so maybe one day you could touch the stars." He turns his head to look at her, not saying or doing anything to grab her attention as he just watches her, his eyes locked in a stare as he does so. The gold hair really reflects that light.