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Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 7, 2017 6:52:07 GMT
During the World of a Festival Event, Sayvahn and Lasair disappeared into the Ferris Wheel for a bit. It was requested that the conversation be posted to the forums, so here it is. It begins right after this post. The conversation in the Ferris Wheel is a sort of prologue for the date night that will also be occurring in this thread. Thankful to finally have a moment alone, Lasair let out the breath he had been holding, tension finally dissipating enough to give a small smile to the man-dressed-as-woman next to him. “I’m glad we can get a few minutes alone…how are you doing? The thing with Edgar seems to be last minute.” He left out the part about it also happening to cancel his own date with the feline. But that could be excused, probably. If not, well, now wouldn’t be the time to bring it up.
Sanctuary in the shade of an enclosed space. It wasn’t uncommon— no, Aida had found sanctuary many nights in the form of a linen closet, or a closet, either in an attempt to avoid random searches by the custodian staff, or by Edgar when Aida had been hiding her true gender from him. Yet now, now they were in a ferris wheel, and Aida wasn’t hiding. Or, well, in a sense, she was. From Edgar. With Lasair. It seemed some things hadn’t changed. Running to the Ferris Wheel from where they had departed from Edelweiss, Aida was thankful the line wasn’t long for the ferris wheel. There was a cost for the “thrill,” but it was a mere token to be paid for peace of mind, one that Aida scarfed out quickly as she pulled the younger man into the box. Waiting until they were up some, Aida moved to speak, but Lasair had beat her to it. Listening, the dancer tried to comb through Lasair’s words to get to what she wanted, no needed, to say.
“It’s very last minute.” Aida confessed, edging closer to the fox. “Nor was my intention. And as to how I’m doing—“ Eyes wandered across the younger man. At the exposed chest, the bindings of the vest revealed the skin beneath, muscle, toned but not harsh, shaping a form that Aida had almost forgotten even though it had been mere nights since the woman had seen the redhead. Even the ring on his lip, the sapphire in his brow. It seemed to catch on a new air. One that made the older woman smile, edging closer as the Aida cupped the redhead’s cheek. “And i’ll be doing a lot better after I do this, thank you.” She hummed, leaning forward, her lips meeting Lasair’s as Aida nearly crawled on top of the fox, wanting his touch, his warmth, his everything—only to pause, to retract, ever so softly. “S-sorry.” Lips hovered over the other, as if cautious, as if uncertain. “I-I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you.” A blush, coasted across her cheeks as she pulled away even more so, taking her place on the opposite side of Lasair, hands, folded — head bent, the red, peaking out from the beneath the folds of her shawl. God— how embarrassing.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 20, 2017 3:51:03 GMT
He lifted his brows in surprise by his sudden advances, but they were welcomed by the velvet, although he did feel some confliction over the fact she was dressed as a woman. It faded though as he remembered who it was in his lap; someone he had been hoping to see for quite some time now. His hands reached up to hold her as she kissed him, he leaning back into it for the moment. But when she pulled back, he reached out to stop hold her, gently pulling her back. “I’ve been dying to do the same,” he confessed, face darkening as well. Honestly, the whole relationship thing was still something Lasair was getting used to. But when he saw the happiness on Sayvahn’s face, he reminded himself why he had agreed to it. Seeing the feline happy like that made it worth it all over again.
Maintaining that hold, he sat back, trying to calm somewhat. “So, that’s Edgar huh? He seems a little…” he trailed off, unable to find the word he wanted to say. “I mean, I guess he looks nice. Like a gentleman. If you like him, then I’m happy for you.” He shrugged a little, unable to place his words quite how he wanted to.
The return of Lasair’s grasp on her, pulling her back, caused a shaky breath to rattle Aida’s body as warmth seeped between them, a warmth that she had labeled to belong to the firefox a long time ago. It was a warmth that cradled, the held her, and she melted against his chest, leaning her head against his shoulder, their positions, seeming a bit uncomfortable, but, luckily she was flexible— or at least somewhat— dancing had carved that into her—and she didn’t mind it. Though, to any onlooker peering in, it must have been quite scandalous. The thought made her chuckle, but any form of laughter dissipated as Lasair’s words trailed. “I didn’t intend for you two to meet like this.” Had she ever entailed for them to meet? That was a thought for another time. “Edgar is….” Pulling away, Aida sighed, her eyes, fixated on Lasair’s vest, fingers, tugging at the strings that bound the pieces of leather together. “He is nice. But… I don’t think we are on the same page. At least, not when it comes to me, and… who I am.” Eyes traced the crisscrossed bindings to the nape of Lasair’s neck, and leaning down, Sayvahn led his fingers across the guild leader’s skin, caressing softly. “T-though, it seems you are. Or um, I— I hope you are.” Turning his head away, Sayvahn slipped off the younger man’s lap. “I mean… are you… okay with this?” The elder man inquired, still, not looking to Lasair.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 25, 2017 21:36:38 GMT
The heat in Lasair’s face never dissipated as Sayvahn spoke to him, playing with the strings on his chest even. It was cute in a way, especially when the other turned so nervous. “Of course I am,” he spoke with a light smile. “I’m just surprised you pull it off so well. It’s impressive, really. Perhaps I could even take you out somewhere in public like that. You know, without the fear of arrest looming over us.” He paused to chuckle. “I mean, given our guild, I’ll find it hilarious if it’s sodomy that gets us taken down. I’d like to at least leave a mark on the Anderwelter politics first.” Relaxing, Lasair glanced out the window, enjoying the view of the city below them. How long would they get to stay up here before the mechanical wonder pulled them back down to Earth? Whenever it would be, the thought of it coming at all would make it much too soon.
Words turned the red on Sayvahn’s cheeks even brigher, and Sayvahn nodded, leaning against the fox’s body, warmth, melting between them. Lasair’s forgiveness, his understanding, felt so alien to Sayvahn. The feline didn’t understand how he could deserve such love, such grace, and the thought made teeth graze the man’s lips in confusion. “T-thank you, and…. I would like that. The date I mean.” Though, the laugh of sodomy, of that being what made them get arrested did not make Sayvahn laugh. Instead, pain crossed his eyes, and leaning forward, the elder man kissed the younger, ever so gently, vermillion green orb staring over the other ever so gently as he drew away. “I won’t let anything take you down.” The dancer stated, the promise, more than that—was certain, because Sayvahn would rather die than let that happen to Lasair. But, to say that aloud would only hurt the fox, so he kept it a secret, bottled in his chest as he leaned forward again to plant one last kiss on the man's cheek as the Ferris wheel made its turn, and the end, approached.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Mar 13, 2017 5:46:55 GMT
“Not even yourself?” Lasair asked, unable to resist the dirty little joke, a grin and a blush coming to his face as he muttered it. Laughing some, he enjoyed the last kiss Sayvahn gave him and then urged the feline back. They were nearing the ground, and with it, the man dressed to match Syavhan.
Sayvahn sat up at the retort, surprised. Though, his own face faded to a gentle smile as he shifted back a little, giving the other some space, the ground coming far too near “ That’ll depend on the mood dearie.” Aida chimed, flashing a smile, though, her heart was heavy. She wanted this date to continue. Yet, the Fire-Fox had made mention of another. Would he keep to that possibility? Aida didn’t know, nor did she let her face show it as she stared out the window, searching for a familiar face in the crowd as the carriage came to a halt. After all, what would Edgar think? ~
(Time skip to after the World of Festival Event, but before How do you feel now?”
A line of rouge draped over thin lips, and faintly Sayvahn pursed them, making sure the color remained but wasn’t blotted on too heavily. Shakily, he breathed deeply, adjusting himself in the mirror to gaze at his neck, bruises and Adams apple covered by a chocker. His shoulders, barren, were lightly tinted with blue and purple, and sighing, the elder feline rubbed his hand over them, healing magic coasting across the skin. Edgar would be upset, but the excuse was already on Sayvahn’s lips. “I have to expose my shoulders to dance, dearie.” Aida would hum, probably climbing onto Edgar’s lap. “But, that only gives you reason more to mark me all over again.” The idea of it, the liaison, throwing about clothes, maybe even tearing some, brought a heated sigh to the dancer’s lips, and shivering, she adjusted her hair, the wig, tucked nicely into place. Blonde curls bounced on now healed shoulders, spiraling down to the deep purple, near blue, dress that she wore. Black lace covered the top, melting into pale skin, and it trickled down the front of her corseted waist, all the way down until to the hem. Putting on black silk gloves, she flexed her shaking hands, making sure the nails did not push through, did not expose her ander heritage. Trembling once more, Aida put on her veil to hide the glow of her eyes, making sure once more she was decent before sneaking out of the dance studio bathroom. To convince Edgar to let her go out at night was one thing, but to sneak out in a dress in such a manner was a whole other issue. Thus, the dancer had to flee to her old home, the studio, in order to clothe herself and…prepare herself in all matters for a date. At the thought, she laughed. Aida didn’t expect the night to turn into that, but, it was always nice to be prepared. Especially with Lasair. Everything would have to be perfect, and if Lasair decided to go anywhere tonight, Aida would make sure at least she was descent, would make sure she was at least appealing, for him. Sneaking past the janitors and guards, Aida’s heels clicked ever so softly against the cobblestone road as she headed toward the forest, and her fox that lay waiting within its depths.