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 Aug 1, 2015 4:09:29 GMT
huh? Her smile slipped a little but them beamed again after his remarks. "Are you sure it's me who's daydreaming, or why else did you miss my suggestion? The pastry shop? At the railroad station?" She quirked a brow. "It's on the way to our spot." Queens, she said that out loud. Labeling it in her head was fine, letting him hear it was not so much. Would he tease her?
She tried not to let her composure slip, but her confidence sank just the slightest bit. Of all the people who knew her though, he'd be the one to notice. Quickly she tried to rush them out the door. "We should get going,"
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 shakes his head. Maybe he's goin crazy, especially hearing our spot from Caitlin's lips. Ours? Huh, so she's already declared things are now "theirs." Well, can't say thats a bad thing. He smiles and swoops his way around her in a graceful movement to place himself behind her with a hand on her stomach and his other hand holding hers up in the air as he kisses her neck, ever so softly and whispers in her ear. "Ours, Kitten?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 1, 2015 4:36:58 GMT
Butterflies erupted in her chest and her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes drifted shut when Levi's hand curled around her waist and he intertwined the fingers of his other hand with hers as he lifted it up beside them. She gave a small whimper and tilted her head to offer her neck to his kiss when he asked for it... not with words, but through his actions. a soft whisper in her ear sent tingles racing up and down her skin.
If he only knew... actually he probably did. He was probably fully aware of what he was doing to her, and what those words meant.
Still, she didn't have the willpower to pull away. Not even enough strength to utter a denial of sorts. She just nodded.
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 drags the edge of his nose up the line of her neck before stopping and exclaiming. "Ours, which means together, Caitlin. Do you want to stay with me? Do you wanna make me love locked?" He smiles as his voice lowers to a more hush-hush tone "I wouldn't mind, you're a good girl after all." He kisses below her ear before slowly dragging his tongue up the cartilage of her ear, dragging past a shimmering piece of metal stuck in her ear.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 1, 2015 5:08:14 GMT
Caitlin shivered. Her whole body shook as he spoke unfair words, terribly wonderful taunts, and did wicked little things to her. Her heart hammered in her chest. Each pulse was a mantra "say-yes.... say-yes... say-yes..." but her brain fired back against it, pleading with her to cling to common sense. She might be a good girl, but he was a bad boy, as bad as they come.
"I love you, Levi," her voice came out in a small whisper. But the words were clear, sure of themselves, ultimately true as they echo'd in her ears. She didn't say much, but if she said any more, then she'd only restrict the depths of their meaning with senseless additives. Did she want him locked to her? Of course she did. Every part of her wanted that, it was the most in sync her desires had ever been. She didn't even care about her title anymore, or her father's opinion on who she chose to be with. All that mattered was that he didn't leave her.
The moment he did, she'd be broken. And that was her only reason for hesitation.
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 with accomplishment. "You love me, Caity? Well, I love you too." He smiles and slowly kisses up her arm as his other hand slides around to the side of her stomach to place his hand on her hips. He spins her around with his hand that's interlocked with hers to face him. He withdrawals his hand from hers and places it on her side, while is other hand comes to the small of her back to push her closer into him. He smiles down on her, but not a smile of enjoyment or delight, but from the thrill of the hunt. He kisses her forehead before gazing into her eyes for a brief moment before placing his lips upon hers, the warmth of their skins creating the warmth between the two.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 1, 2015 5:43:05 GMT
She didn't believe him... but in that moment she didn't care. She was willing to accept the lie, because it came as a package deal with everything else that she wanted so badly. She locked eyes with him and vowed she would hate herself later.
Right now, though, she was going to let it slide. He tugged her toward him and their lips met. Caitlin melted against him and her eyes drifted shut. She still had the impression of his last smile imprinted on her mind. His smile was so beautiful, but it wasn't that look of love. Maybe once or twice she'd convinced herself she'd found it in his eyes, but this wasn't one of those moments. Caitlin pushed against his chest and broke the kiss.
"I also hate you," She spoke through her breathlessness. Then she slid her hands up around his neck and pulled him fiercely back for a deeper kiss.
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 offers a look of if it has to be, before he gets pulled back into Caitlin. His fingers grip on her hips as the cute kissing turns into a much more sensual kind, involving lip biting and light tongue grazing. He plays her game for awhile before one of his hands escapes its placement and runs up her back, slithering his fingers into her hair to gently pull her head back so he can replace her lips with her neck, giving small pecks to trail down to her collarbones, then back up in rather big kiss as the teeth between his canines pinch the skin, he pulls slightly just to create a tease.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 1, 2015 6:40:17 GMT
Caitlin's whole body hummed with excitement, her nerves firing lightning bolts of electricity to her brain from everywhere that Levi touched. The fist in her hair tugged her head back and she arched against him. The way he teased with his tongue and teeth had her lightheaded. It's no wonder he's so good at it, he's certainly had enough practice... she thought, but even that little spark of jealousy went out the window. He was hers now, at least in this moment, and for the better part of the past year, or so it seemed after how hard and long he had pursued her.
Cait's own hands raked through his hair, her nails dancing across his skin as she encouraged his craftsmanship. There was no way they were heading to the river now. Not this time.
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 heartbeat quickens, this is it, the day it happens. His hands fly down her backside, and under her thighs as he huffs her up into the air, and onto the bed, which wasn't far away. The hat's already off, what else will follow suit? He places her on her back and kisses her cheek to start the line of love down the side of her neck and then back up to indulge on her lips, which were soft and overly warm, as if she was burning. His left hand comes up to support himself as he hovers above her, his hips between her legs with his right hand at the frills of her clothes. She's here, right infront of him, with no one to distract them.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 1, 2015 7:28:32 GMT
Her skin was on fire and everything underneath was icy-hot, like she couldn't decide if she was terrified or thrilled. Maybe both.
Levi lingered above her, the only thing in focus as the rest of her vision blurred in the background. Sunlight from the window peeked through the bed canopy curtains, leaving a square of golden light on his left side while the right side of him stayed in the shaded privacy of her bed. The dramatic shift from one to the other made his facial features stand out even more and she marveled at his unique beauty. He wasn't classically handsome, he was rugged, exotic, he was untamed. And he was looking back at her in a way that made her entire body flush.
Caitlin slid her hands under Levi's right one, and began to carefully undo the lacing of her bodice. It was funny, how hard she'd worked to stamp out thoughts like these, daydreams and nighttime fantasies... how strongly she'd fought not to let them reach fruition in her mind, and now, after all that effort there wasn't a single rebellious urge left to beckon her back to safety. Her eyes stayed fixed on Levi. If it had to be someone, she wanted it to be 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's grin widens as this moment of couldn't happen is turning into a moment of HAPPENING, and he couldn't be more thrilled. It was a long time coming, at least it's better now. His hand follows hers as she slowly reveals parts of her skin, to which is fingernails slightly graze in the most careful of ways. Soon, there will be no clothes, no cares, and nothing but the two of them. It's fun riding her ship, he thinks to himself, but I bet the captain's even better! Oh, he's just soooo funny.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 2, 2015 6:46:06 GMT
"Keep giving me that 'gloating winner' look, and I'll change my mind," she murmured to him. Her hands paused what they were doing, but she didn't look like she was changing her mind. It was unexpectedly gratifying to know something you shouldn't do, and decide to let yourself go for it anyway. It was the rewarding sense of something privileged, special, unintended, like stolen time or a stolen heart. Except in this situation she was being robbed of hers and she didn't care. She enjoyed 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
He brushed his knuckles lightly across her skin and gave her a low lidded gaze. "So I'm a winner?" He gave her a charming smile and lowered his lips back to hers. "I promise not to gloat, if you promise not to change your mind." The hitch in her breath was all the answer he needed before kissing her once again.
Hours later, both of them had kept their promise...