open ♔ socialization log

[wynn]

 

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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[wishuponadjinn]

[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.]

[moonheart]

[ 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--

[wishuponadjinn]

[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.]