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wynn) wrote in
knightsoflegend2016-05-27 12:56 pm
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open ♔ socialization log

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans. THIS IS MOSTLY AN OVERFLOW POST for the last social log whoops
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres, etc!
WHEN || Any time in May/June
HOW || Actionspam
[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok. Characters who are not currently squired in may also post, as their characters are living in the castle awaiting their ceremonies. This takes place after the Knights have returned from Dimitris' wedding.
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:

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But Faith's fury is still palpable, as his anger is starting to cool, allowing him to appreciate her in her glorious state. He takes the last step towards her, one hand coming up to close around her upper arm gently, unable to stop himself from touching her for the first time in so long.]
I'm so sorry, Faith. [His other hand is gentle as his knuckles brush feather light against her cheek.] I should have come to you sooner.
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all she knows is that she doesn't want anything remotely gentle right now. ] I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to show me what you've wanted all this time. [ her hand balls in the front of his shirt, firmly, drawing herself closer to him.
what she also wanted was to punch faye in the face, but maybe this would be a good way to dispel some of that. maybe. ] Make me believe it's me.
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His breath hitches at their closeness, head dipping towards her, stopping so-so close she can feel his breath hot on her lips. There he pauses for long seconds, seeming to relish the building tension, his lips ever so slightly brushing softly to the side of her mouth, first on one side, then the other, not quite touching her lips as he holds her head stationary in his grasp. As he catches her eyes once more there is a primal look on his face that she hasn't seen before, one that is old and on a level that her body recognizes and responds to of its own accord.
Finally, after another long moment, his lips claim hers, and it is a claiming. They move over hers with just the right amount of pressure, not quite with bruising force, but nearly. It's a long, languid kiss, his breathing growing heavier as he pulls her closer, backing them across the room until her back is against the wall and she is pinned between him and it, his hand changing its hold from her back to her hip where his fingers flex restlessly.
He draws away just so his lips brush hers, enough to speak in a low, guttural voice-] You're you, Faith. You are definitely you.
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her own voice is breathless, which gives it a fascinating quality all its own, as her sea-green eyes spark with emotion and intent, bent on his lips, lashes drooped. ] Maybe it's time one of your wishes came true. [ the playful note in her words is also particularly pointed, and she draws him back to her kiss her with clear and unmistakable intention. ]
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After a moment he pulls away, breath hot on her neck as he continues to press against her with slow, insistent movements.] You- [his breath hitches and he gives a little shudder] -you are my wish. You, this, more. I want more.
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Still holding her like she weighs nothing, he turns and walks to her bed quickly. He lowers her slowly, his lips never leaving hers as he starts tugging the bottom of her shirt from her pants insistently.
Once free his hands travel lightly across the sensitive skin of her stomach, slowly tickling up her ribcage.]
Faith [he mutters her name against her lips, blue eyes opening to catch the green of hers.]
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Slowly, gently, he pulls her shirt over her head, eyes dipping down to the revealed skin as his breath exhales shakily. He traces a gentle finger along her jaw, down the column of her throat to the swell of her chest, between her breasts and back down to her hip. His eyes meet hers again, pupils dilated and nearly eclipsing the blue completely as he lands a soft kiss on her jaw, angling down and over her throat to lave the skin between her clavicle and her jugular, his hips coming back to press hers insistently into the mattress.]