knightsoflegend | 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.]

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[ his touch, so light when her anger is running so high, sends a frustrated wave of emotion through her, and there's a wildness in her eyes as they search his, something demanding in them that seems unlike her usual carefree demeanor. that maenad temperament can lie pretty dormant in her most of the time, but when it explodes upward, it leaves her brimming with feelings that she doesn't know what to do with.

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.

[His eyes narrow as she pulls herself to him, landing on her lips and resting there as a new kind of fire lights their depths. His blue orbs drag back up to hold her gaze, the hand that had been brushing gently against her cheek slides around to cup the base of her skull, the other drifting down from her arm to the small of her back. He tilts her head so it seems that she is proffering her mouth to his, all the while maintaining eye contact and with an unyielding and inexorable, other-worldly strength he pulls her so she is flush against him.

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.

[ a strangled sound of delighted surprise escapes her throat, a note of heavy frustration making itself apparent there as well with the way her body curves towards his. she gasps into his mouth when she hits the wall, and then her lips curve up into a smile, hands lifting in the slim space afforded to light on either of his cheeks.

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. ]

[He groans as her lips meet his again, the hand holding her head coming down to her other hip to pull her flush with him once more. After a few heated moments, his fingers tighten, enough to allow him to lift her up and encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pins her to the wall. His lips leave her mouth to trail down her jaw and throat, stopping over the pulse he finds there and gently biting the tender flesh, moving his hips slowly against hers as he does so.

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.

[ her breath hitches at the shift, the press of his teeth and lips, and her hands move down to grip his body tightly, as if to encourage him not to draw away ] It's yours. All yours. Just-- [ she gasps once loudly, smiling dazedly ] Just don't stop.

[He definitely doesn't need any more encouragement than that, his loud groan drowned out by the crash of his lips against hers once more.

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.]

[ her lashes flutter apart enough for her to meet his gaze, and it's possible for him to catch the affection and desire melding together there. she lifts one hand to his cheek, dragging her fingers across the line of his jaw as she moves beneath him ] Jordan, I--

[He sees her desire, the affection she holds for him (Wis 19) and it is mirrored in his own gaze back at her. He catches her lips again before she can finish her sentence, this kiss gentler than those previous, understanding mingling with desire.

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.]

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