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 Sept 18, 2014 2:23:27 GMT
"Yeah, sure, as you sneak out my window and into the girl next doors, right?" She was still feeling sour about the idea of him flouncing around with any one, getting in more knickers than she personally owned, and that was saying something considering the baronesses wardrobe. "I've touched the stars before..." She speaks after a pause staring out still to the sky. She'd rather think about her life before than the one she couldn't have with the boy next to her who didn't want her the way she needed to be wanted. "I was like you once, I know its hard to believe, but I was a terrible flirt. I didn't follow through unlike someone on this deck.... but I liked the chase, I liked to tease and dream and..." her voice got quiet. It all just ended. One day they were just young adults, looking to fall in love, then the next morning they were enemies at war and killing to stay alive had changed her. Taking over for the fallen leader of a guild had really changed her. As if being responsible to the title wasn't enough, she was responsible for her crew(s) now too. She shook it off.
"You should have seen it," she whispered faintly, the shadow of a grin tugging at her lips.
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 takes his hat off his head and runs his hand through his hair a few times before setting the hat on his head again. He listens as she tells her tale, "Ya' know, I don't think I want to have seen that. It wouldn't make you, well, you, and I like you being you." Levi makes a sour face like he just sucked on a lemon. To many 'you' s in that sentence. "It's not like you haven't lost your chance. If you ever need a boost to grab a star from the sky, let me know. I'll get'cha up there." Levi pokes Caitlin in the arm, grabbing attention for a moment. "How about we go into town and grab something from a sweet vendor? Something about a ferrara sounds so good right about now."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 18, 2014 3:49:20 GMT
She felt better about her more serious self after seeing the sour face he made at the mention of her being anything otherwise. "sure, I could use a little food in my stomach," she agreed. Likewise she fingercolmbed her hair and tried to braid it into some form or fashion. "Lead the way good sir, will we be walking or diving?"
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 scratches the bottom of his chin with a finger, and by now they're standing on the pier and off the floating boat. "Well, it's not that I don't trust you to dive with me, but I don't trust you to dive with me." He joked as he started his path towards the lift, turning as he got there to look at Caitlin behind him. "So, lemon or vanilla?" he asks, not even sure if she knows what he means, but offering the question none the less. "It'll be as sweet as me anyways."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 18, 2014 23:26:25 GMT
"so in that case, extra tart?" She asked, unable to resist the tease. "Vanilla, I like the smooth and creamy flavor. You look like a lemon sort of guy, am I right?" They got to the lift and rode it down to the base of the tower. Town was a ways away from this point, but they could follow the cliffs edge along the shore till they descended into the city.
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 guided Caitlin onto the lift with his hands, bringing her back to his chest as he interlocks his arms around her waist, smiling as she speaks. It didn't surprise him she chose the sweeter route. "Not so much of the lemon, but it really compliments that sweetness I already have. So I guess you could say that, but maybe I just like to taste the sting in my mouth once in awhile."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 0:30:30 GMT
There was a comfortable companionship between them, something that had developed on the river bank and grown more with each encounter together. It felt more natural to fall into his embrace than it was to resist it, and they were the only two on the lift ride so she let herself have this little indulgence. "Funny, I've tasted plenty of sting from your lips," she joked with him. He had a sharp tongue that liked to cut her to pieces with words from time to time, always making her feel foolish and in love at nearly the same time.
The lift hit the ground and she felt the small impact shock in her knees. Someone cleared his throat behind her and she twisted from Levi's arms to see one of the over-the-table merchant fliers standing there rocking on his heels with his hands behind his back. Yep. Just what she needed, some fancy- business man spotting her all smitten and leaning into a man who clearly wasn't handpicked by daddy. Love-Ly.
She cleared her throat and exited the ride. "So... which way to the sweet shop?"
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
Sting? From Levi's lips? No, no, that can't be possibly true. It was more than a sting, his words lashing into peoples' skin. Levi watches the man from the corner of his eye as the metal struck the floor below it, causing his frame to shake throughout, it's always an awkward feeling when it does so. He lets his hands trail off Caitlin as she steps out, following her in close suit. "It depends who you wish to buy from. I prefer the vendors in the theater district." He smiles softly, and offers a hand to Caitlin.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 0:56:26 GMT
"You lead, I'll follow," Caitlin offered him. Something was still troubling her though. Something that even sweet treats might not be able to fix. She watched Levi covertly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes and looking away any time his eyes spotted hers. She kept walking forward, keeping pace and acting as casually as possible. Then it hit her. She stopped.
"Afterwards, can we go to the river?"
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 shrugged and gently took her hand into his own, walking off with Caitlin trailing via hand link. "I guess you don't know where you're going, eh?" He jokes as he turns corners, and dips in and out of alleys, their feet making a repeatable thunk as boots hit cobblestone. He looks back for a moment when Caitlin asks her inquiry and Levi raises an eyebrow, offering a "Sure?" confused about what could be so important at the shoreline.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 1:08:27 GMT
She heard the confusion in her voice but she kept her thoughts to herself. She didn't want to spoil their mini hiatus for vanilla flavored sweets with her eagerness to be back in the seclusion of the woods and the comfort of the river. There was something unique about holding hands with Levi, not to point out the obvious but he was a feline with clawed finger tips, and so that was naturally going to feel different. But even the day Danny traded everything to save her, she'd woken to someone holding her hand and known instantly that it wasn't Levis, though it was Levi she expected to wake up to. She was used to him now, she knew the way he felt touching her, and it was a strange paradox the way they came together and pushed each other away.
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 rolls his nose, itching it without a hand. This time of year is just bad for his allergies, though he tries to keep it tame. He looks back at Caitlin for a moment as the walk down the vendor filled street, signs written with different types of food on them hanging above carts. He stops in front of one and uses his free hand to hold up three fingers and placing the word "Lemon Ferraras." He looks back at Caitlin, looking at her with a question expression. "How many would you like, Kitten?" He smiles softly and awaits reply, to him or if she'd just tell the man behind the stand herself.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 1:20:26 GMT
"Just one, thank you" she says loud enough for both to hear her. Caitlin appreciated that he'd come up with this detour, it had been ages since she last had Ferraras. She waited patiently, her hand still in his, she didn't have the heart to take it back even if people were starting to notice. What they'd talked about in the sky harbor, about her father and arranged marriages, at her age it was bound to happen sooner rather than later, and she didn't want to regret not enjoying the little moments with him when she had the chance. The question he'd asked, about a brown suit or a black one, and the quiet promise to be her last kiss, kept repeating in her mind. How long would he feel that way? How soon would he grow apart from her and change his mind?
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 exchanges the coin for the sweets and nods once at the man before taking himself and Caitlin off towards the riverside. He smiles at Caitlin as he de-boxes one of his treats with one hand. He looks over at Caitlin and holds it towards her. "Here, try a bite. I promise you, they're good. It'll mix well with the vanilla." He holds it out for her to take it, and if she doesn't, oh well, more for him. Mmm, ferraras. "So what makes you want to go to the shore again, Caity?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 19, 2014 1:43:18 GMT
She took the bite he offered and it was a little sour the way lemon flavored things always were, without having too much pucker. She unwrapped her own and took a bite of it. "Mmmm, mhmm!" She nodded ,agreeing that they went well together. "Good idea," she said in between bites. Caitlin nibbled on hers the whole way to the river, putting off answering his question until she had nothing left to chew on, and they were just past the fence to the train tunnel.
"I wanted to come here for two things really," she waited to continue till they'd crossed the private property and gotten inside the dark tunnel. Lowering her voice so it wouldn't echo in the space she went on. "Firstly, I was on my way here the night I got attacked and left for dead, and I haven't had the courage to come back on my own." Her boots crunched against the debris that had blown into and collected inside the tunnel over time. "The other reason is, when I'm here, I always think of you. Or, when I'm missing you, I like to come here so I can feel closer to you." It didn't sound as dumb to her when she said it in the dark and couldn't see his expression staring back and possibly judging her.
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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