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 Jan 7, 2015 0:48:06 GMT
She didn't bend, she met him smile for smile, and said matter-of-fact "Yes, I do, I sleep in many layers. We've talked of this before - silk pajamas, have we not? And they're not restrictive at all, I assure you. So please do plan to wear something appropriate in my presence whether Im a sleep or not." She was calm outwardly, even grinning, but inside she had butterflies, especially when he entwined their fingers together. When he said "shall we go then?" She nodded, and led the way. He was right, no reason they can't pick up the tab in the morning. the barkeep will know she's good for 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 licks his lips before rolling his eyes as he pulls Caitlin along back to the captain's room, the trip taking less than a few minutes to reach as they're already on the deck of the ship. He smiles as she steps into the room, and he closes the door before leaning back on it with his hands hidden behind him. "So do you wanna tell me about how your day went, and pretend I care all about it, or would you rather lay in your bed, embraced in my arms as you rest your head on my chest and relax in the warmth I'll give you." He steps forward, his hands still absent from sight. "Or, perhaps you wish to tell me there's something else you'd like to do, Capin'."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 11, 2015 19:47:35 GMT
Considering the day she had was with the commander, on a date no less, no- she did not want to talk about it, or pretend like he cared which wouldn't be so bad if he actually would care. It was the idea that maybe he genuinely didn't care one way or the other that would break her. Instead she shook her head no and walked over to the bed.
"Id rather not pretend. How about we just go with the second bit, and forget about the third. There is nothing more that we'll do, regardless of who wants what here. Your boldness, while charming, will only get you as far as the palm of my hand." She raised her hand palm open toward him with the hint of a smile, despite her exhaustion. "meaning you can stop right there."
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 shrug with both shoulders with the ends of his arms around his backside. "Fair enough, Kitten." He says as he droops an arm low, and slides of his jacket to hang on the back of her office chair before bringing his slender digits to the aglets to undo the knots and loosen the leather around his feet. He drags off his boots, and wonders over to the bed, as he brings his shirt up over his head, blocking his vision for a moment before it fully coming off, his hat brim in hand as his messy hair follows up. He drops the cloth and smiles down at Caitlin. "Well, I suppose you're not gonna sleep in that, are you?" He says with a hand on his hip, his scars and new hand marks from the ship mates seeming to pop out during the night's shine.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 15, 2015 4:54:46 GMT
Cait watched wearily as he stepped deeper and deeper into the room, disappearing in the shadows the beams cast, only to reappear in the lanes moonlight from the cabin windows. He removed first his jacket, then his boots and shirt. She watched dumbfounded, always amazed at his allure. He wasn't a broad man, not thick or muscled like the commander - but he had this agility, a sleek prowl that was all cocky attitude and confidence. He reached her side of the bed and asked about her own attire. She didn't hear at first. She was looking over the marks on his skin, some she'd memorized by now - then some newer ones from the treatment he'd just received for underminding her in front of her crew.
"I"m sorry wha?... my clothes?" She looked down. She was fully dressed, and while she didn't feel like stripping in front of him (as if she hadn't a dozen times before) she didn't wish to be uncomfortable or stuffy the whole night. "Don't look," she instructed him as she rose to her feet, but she didn't expect him to listen, though he might, it didn't hurt to ask.
Cait began tugging at the strings of her corset, the toes of her boots aligned next to his bare feet. She could feel his body heat from standing so close, but she didn't ask him to step away. Instead she focused her eyes on his neck, and counted the intakes of breath he took while she shed her outer layer. The boots came off last, and for that she put one hand on his shoulder for balance as she tugged the footware off.
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 she makes her statement known. "Oh, but would I ever?" He says, the fire of the hunt burning in his eyes. He smiles as she tugs at the strings of her corset. "Do you care for a hand, Caitlin? You seem exhausted. Let me get that for you." He says as his hands come to hers, running his fingers with Kitten's as he undoes the cords holding the layer of clothing. With a grin, he pulls his hands back while he looks for her gaze, attempting to make a connection with their eyes. Her hand reaches out and touches his warm skin as she uses him for balance for tugging off her boots. After she's finished he puts on a soft smile and crawls onto the bed, all the way to put his back to the wall. He drapes the sheet just above his waist as he taps the bed with his hand. "Come love, let me cradle you while you tell me about your day. I'll keep you warm." He promises with the temptation of sweet venom.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 16, 2015 6:07:58 GMT
Caitlin shivered when his hands covered hers but she pretended not to notice. Her eyes made contact with his more than once, and her brain sluggishly asked her what she was getting herself into? He crawled across the bed and covered himself half way with the sheets. His torso was bare, no surprise, and he was half cloaked in shadow from the curtains hung in a half-canopy over her cabin bed. It was not nearly as wide as the one she had at home - no beds were on ships... so he alone took up all the space by himself. Like it or not (not saying that she didn't...) she would end up sleeping on his chest no matter what.
Cait sighed dramatically and threw up her hands in mock defeat. After the theatrics she crawled in beside him and did exactly what he asked. She wrapped her arms around his torso and laid her head on his shoulder.
"There's not much to talk about... I had another visit from a suitor, and.. we went to the EIRAL HQ for a round of sparring and afterwards, dinner. You wouldn't believe the dinning facilities... or the training rooms. Honestly, it beats the weather-deck sparring by a long shot... not that I'm complaining - we hold our own around here." She chewed her bottom lip. She was chatting more about the logistics of the army than the date itself. Perhaps she still wasn't comfortable sharing info about what transpired between her and Faolan in front of Levi.
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 wraps his arms around Caitlin, pulling her in close to him as she speaks practically into his neck. He kisses her on the cheek a few times, his chest expanding as he catches the sweet aroma from her hair. "I'd love to, but comparing that to where I was trained in the way of the blade, and discipline..." His lips crack a smile as he kisses just under Caitlin's earlobe. "The beat up decks of these ships are a paradise. Each to their own, I suppose. No wounds, right? I mean you seem to choke when I man has got you at the tip of his sword." And with that he kisses her jaw line, their faces radiating warmth off to each other. He slides a hand down her back, gently caressing it in a large circular motion. "O' course, you could practice handling a blade right now." His body shakes with tiny tremors as he snickers into the emptiness of the room.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 21, 2023 3:11:41 GMT
Caitlin would obviously do no such thing, but she was happy to report “no blood was spilled if that’s what you’re asking.” With a tired sigh she pulled away and got back up, putting her boots back on. Before he could ask she volunteered what she was doing. “I’ve got a tab to pay in a tavern tonight, and this day wont be over until I do. So I’m off to do that. Enjoy the bed. I’ll be sleeping in the manor tonight after my obligations are settled.” She couldn’t get too cozy, not when she knew no matter how they might feel now, the future could look very different for both of them.
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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