open ♔ november/december socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || November & December [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of November and December.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:
Wynn & Section Heads @ Andres/London
Cheryl @ Reception desk
Sam @ Various
Elena @ Andres/London
Drax @ Dragon's Hide Wing
Des @ Pub / Castle
Paige @ Caste Grounds
Grimrot @ the Library
Vi @ Andres
Matt @ Andres/London
Alisha @ bars in London
Cora @ Library/ Castle Grounds
Will @ Castle pond / Hoard wing/ Firing range / Castle grounds
Malina @ Dragon's Fire wing/ kitchen/ bar / castle grounds
Alainn @ Dragon's Fire library / kitchen / Andres
Jordan @ Andres/ London
Sylar @ Kitchen
Logan @ Castle Bars / London
Faith L @ London / kitchen / training room / castle grounds
Dean @ Rose's room / bars / armory / training room/ firing range / kitchen
Rose @ Andres / armory / training room / bedroom
Des & Buffy | Closed
Thea @ Training Room / Castle grounds / kitchen / TV rooms / bars
Sam & Buffy | Closed
Alex @ Firing Range / Airfield / Room / Garage
Failboat @ Breakfast
Alice @ Andres/ London
Sweets @ Dragon's Light Wing
Lydia @ Medical / Training room / etc

Comments

[attollores]

[Yes, Fede would totally do that to her, the bitch.]

[Fede would lead him to the edge of the woods as she is coming out, her basket loaded down with cleaning supplies and dirty laundry to do for Lan. She doesn't notice him until he speaks, eyes glued on the path made slick with snow. She freezes at the sound of his voice, eyes trained ahead of her before they fall closed a moment, taking a deep breath to try and steady her nerves.

When she looks up and around to him her eyes are shadowed, wariness and something else hidden in the depths. She hefts the basket up higher on her hip as she answers him, voice muted as her breath clouds in front of her.]

I guess that's a good thing, if I didn't want to be found.

[nosdacariad]

[ he takes in how she looks, concern growing in his eyes ] Are you--

Alainn, I was hoping we could talk.

[attollores]

[Her eyes meet his, holding there for a moment longer than she means to. He looks good, like the Mark she had come to know, but it brought a pang to her heart. Not having seen him in weeks normally wouldn't phase her too much, they'd gone years without seeing each other. But the way they had left things after their last talk had her nerves shot, petrified about losing him as a friend because of her stupid non-filter and poor impulse control. Sadness creeps into her gaze, her imagination running wild with scenarios of why he wants to talk, but this is a conversation she knows they have to have, they need to have. It's part of the reason she's been avoiding him so assiduously.

She nods her head to the path in front of them, slowly starting to walk again. This basket is freaking heavy and she's cold, and it gives her something to do. While she no longer holds eye contact she gets a hold of her emotions, clamping down on any impulse she has to just start blurting out words and feelings (Willsave: 35).]

O'course we can talk, Marcus. [Her voice is soft, controlled, and she hoists the basket up higher once again, knuckles white from their tight grip on the handles.]

[nosdacariad]

[ he reaches out for it, one hand supporting the bottom of the basket as he steps closer ] Here, let me take that.

[attollores]

[Her eyes shoot to his as he comes closer, mouth working for a moment before looking away again.] Ye don't have to do that.

[You'd think she would be getting stronger after hoisting this basket back and forth three times a week, but that definitely wasn't the case (str: 7). She lets him take it though, shaking out her aching arms then tucking her hands in her coat pockets, walking in silence again, waiting for him to speak. ]

[nosdacariad]

[ well he got a... 12 lmao so he still visibly feels the weight of it, but carries it with more ease than she does. he turns to walk beside her. ] It's the least I can do. I haven't... really been fair to you at all, lately.

I owe you a real apology for that.

[attollores]

[She watches him for a moment as he carries the basket before reaching out for one of the handles to hopefully help, with a slightly better strength check than before (Str: 11). She looks at him askance before replying, clearing her throat first.] How do ye figure that? I'm the one who hasn't been all that fair to ye.

[nosdacariad]

I let you walk away with really... telling you anything about how I felt. About what you told me, I mean.

Only how I felt about the-- the betrothal.

[attollores]

It wasn't like I really gave ye the chance to react. And, I know it was crap timing, I knew it when I said it.

[nosdacariad]

I'm not sure that... waiting would have made it any easier.

[attollores]

No, probably not. I'm sorry about that. [She takes in a deep breath, glancing at him again.] I shouldn't have said anything at all.

[nosdacariad]

I don't want you to think that. It's-- it's not because-- [ he hesitates, glancing at her for a second ]

[attollores]

[She watches him as he hesitates, confusion puckering her brows.] Because what?

[nosdacariad]

-- Because I'm not attracted to you. [ it's hard for him to spit out, but there it is ] Because I mean, I'd-- have to be blind and dumb not to be.

[attollores]

[She... doesn't know how to react to that. At all. Her heart starts a mad pounding behind her ribs, but she takes a deep breath, taking time to digest that. Just because he found her attractive didn't really mean anything. It also doesn't mean she can stop the blush that rises to her cheeks.] ...Oh.

[The word hangs there a moment as her steps falter, looking down and away as she tries to answer in more than syllables.] And what about Lara? Are ye... attracted to her as well?

[nosdacariad]

Lara--- I mean, she's beautiful. But-- [ she can feel the slight shift in weight as he looks over at her, feel his gaze willing her to look up ] -- she doesn't take my breath away.

[attollores]

[Look up she does, eyes flying to his face. Her breath catches in her throat as she stops walking, the basket handle gripped tight in frozen hands. Her breath puffs out in the air between them, fast and short.]

...What?

[nosdacariad]

[ he stops too, since he's... got the other handle lmao ] -- I mean it. Unless that was out of line, all things considered.

[attollores]

N-no! Not at all, it's just... [She stammers, eyes once again dropping to the basket between them. It's hard for her to keep eye-contact because she's afraid of blurting out something else stupid.] ... I wasn't expecting you to say that. To me.

[nosdacariad]

[ he takes a step in front of her, swinging the basket between them ] I don't know why not. You're amazing. When you told me how you felt, do you want to know the first thing I wanted to do? If it hadn't been for all this... other stuff in the way?

[attollores]

[Her eyes drag up slowly, meeting his gaze with the tiniest spark of hope in hers, the first in months. Her voice is breathless as she answers-] What? D-did you want to do?

[nosdacariad]

[ adorably earnest: ] I wanted to kiss you.

[attollores]

[Her heart is pounding so loud in her chest that at first she thinks she's hearing things. But he's still looking at her and she can't stop herself from saying faintly-] I'm not running away.

[nosdacariad]

[ this basket that's still gigantic and held directly between them is so metaphorical ] Alainn, it's what I want, yeah - [ his eyes drop to her lips for a second like holy hell but then climb back up ] --but I can't promise that anything's changed. That I'm free to ... to just have anything I want.

[attollores]

[Goddamned basket. Screw Lan's laundry. And also, STOP TALKING MARK, YOU'RE RUINING HER DELUSIONS.

She takes a deep, steadying breath, then another, eyes tracing his face fondly, coming to rest on his lips for a second. After a few long heartbeats she meets his eyes again, sucking in a deep breath.] I know. I know that... that this may not end how... how I want it to. But...

[She sets the huge fucking basket down slowly to the side of them, now standing directly in front of him, so close she can feel the warmth radiating from him.] What about right now? Can you take what you want, right now, just for now?