You smell that? Smells like repression doesn't it?

The Knight-Captain: goldandgiggles: “A colorful lot, these few,” Isabela said, unable and...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 18:55:55 -0400

The Knight-Captain: goldandgiggles: “A colorful lot, these few,” Isabela said, unable and...:

“I can only imagine,” he said, seemingly unconvinced as he turned his gaze back to Isabela.

He took another drink from his mug, this time much more liberal than the first. He thought that if he drank it down quick enough the taste would leave his mouth. No such luck. He grimaced slightly, but made no complaints. “Not on purpose? You think I’ll be coming here by mistake?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. “So far I’m not… completely opposed to the place. But I do think I will have a thorough scrubbing when I go back to the barracks.”

With a shudder, he took yet another drink, his flagon now halfway empty. “I take it you know all of the goings-on around here?” A stupid question, perhaps, but he had to start somewhere.

“Mm, that I do,” she replied simply. The heel of her boot slipped until it was half hanging off of the chair, pushing just enough against it to tilt her chair back onto two legs. Lifting a hand, she gestured vaguely in the direction of a cluster of men on the opposite side of the room. “That lot works for Athenril,” she began, “Most of them started off thinking they could get into those tight leather trousers of hers. Little did they know, that little minx of a smuggler only likes women.” Snorting quietly, she shook her head. “Men and their elves - I’ll never understand it.”

Waving a hand in the opposite direction, she flicked her index finger at the barkeep. “Vincent can’t keep his hands to himself on a good day. Not only that, but he goes on about the same thing all the bloody time. I think I’ve heard about the inevitable extinction of pigeons a hundred times over the past year or two.” She grabbed for the bottle of wine, tipping it over and pouring another portion into her flagon.

“What about you?” Isabela asked, letting her chair fall back to the ground with a thump as she leaned across the table to refill his glass. “Everyone has something to say about themselves. I’m… curious.”

Isabelas fingers flexed against Hawke’s back, the kiss driving a distinct tingling sensation...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 17:17:18 -0400

Isabelas fingers flexed against Hawke’s back, the kiss driving a distinct tingling sensation all the way to her extremities. And decidedly elsewhere, though that was more of a throb than a tingle. Tilting her head to the side, she deepened the kiss even farther, back arching just enough to grind down against Marian’s thigh and uttering a muffled moan directly into her mouth.

Pulling away with a wet smack, she flicked her tongue out over her lips, now slightly swollen and parted. The sash fell away from her waist, held up by one hand as the other slipped between the two of them, a thin brow arching high on her forehead as her index dug a curled design around her Hawke’s lower stomach. “How’s about we head to my room, hm?” Isabela asked her, thighs tensing around her own in a pointed tease. “I want you on your back, but the ground’s so…”

Her eyes rolled in the direction of the ground, casting a discriminatory glance around the alleyway. Dark, dank, unappealing save for the sense of danger. She loved a quickie in an alley more than anyone in Thedas, but it was a lot more difficult when your lover didn’t have the right set of equipment. “It’s so dirty.”

The Knight-Captain: goldandgiggles: Isabela was leaning heavily against the bar when...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 17:00:00 -0400

The Knight-Captain: goldandgiggles: Isabela was leaning heavily against the bar when...:

knightcaptain:

Maker save me if I make it through tonight. He tried his best to avert his gaze as she leaned against the bar, but it only made him want to look more. He needed to maintain at least a fraction of his self-control, but it seemed like even that was evading his grasp recently. Perhaps he really did need what she was offering.

Cullen followed her to the table with his pint in hand. When they sat down, he took the opportunity to remove his gauntlets and set them on the table. His hands were a little clammy from the warm lining within, but not altogether unsightly. “I will certainly try,” he sighed, raising his drink toward her. With that, he took a long sip. She wasn’t joking when she called it “bilge,” even if it was the good stuff. But it would do the trick as well as anything else.

“Though I must admit I’m unaccustomed to the… scenery.” As he said this, his eyes moved to an argument brewing across the room. Something about who was going to “have a poke” at a wench first.

“A colorful lot, these few,” Isabela said, unable and unwilling to hold back a lecherous little giggle as Samuel - oh, sweet Samuel, what an arse - pulled the serving girl into his lap to finish the squabble as quickly as it’d begun. “They’re good company. Shit company when they’re sober, though, but luckily that very rarely happens.”

Shooting another smile at him, she tilted her pint back, gulping down a quarter of it in one go and setting it back on the table. “I’d say ‘you’ll get used to it,’ but I have a feeling you won’t be returning anytime soon,” she continued, pulling her feet up to rest them on the chair next to her and folding her arms casually beneath her breasts. Her smile turned into little more than a roguish tilt of her lips. “Not on purpose at least.”

tellmeyoudidnttrythecake: terrific-bunny-bumming: you other...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 04:27:47 -0400

tellmeyoudidnttrythecake:

terrific-bunny-bumming:

you other pirates can’t deny~

[Sighs]

I’ve already apologized, but did you see the size of that mast? I was seduced!

terrific-bunny-bumming: you other pirates can’t deny~

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 04:20:05 -0400

terrific-bunny-bumming:

you other pirates can’t deny~

The Knight-Captain: The Hanged Man

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 03:31:21 -0400

The Knight-Captain: The Hanged Man:

knightcaptain:

Lowtown was not Cullen’s ideal haunt. Actually, anywhere beyond the barracks or his office were unofficially off-limits to him. The smells alone were enough to make him want to turn on his heel and forget the invitation ever happened. However, he was not about to go back on his word. On his way to…

Isabela was leaning heavily against the bar when Cullen stepped up next to her. She glanced over at him, eyes flicking over his face before giving him a lopsided grin. “So you have!” Content with her greeting, she rolled onto the balls of her feet, stretching over the bar until she was half-way on top of it, fishing around beneath the counter for the ‘good’ stuff. One leg popped up, ankle swishing around as she struggled to reach for the bottle and two flagons with only two hands to do so with.

“Aha!” she proclaimed, wriggling off of the bartop and rocking back onto her feet. Showing off her ‘prize’ with another of her winning smiles, she handed him off one of the empty pints before ushering him over to one of the more empty tables. The Hanged Man was packed to the teeth, but there was always somewhere empty to sit when Isabela wanted to entertain company. It would have been disconcerting if not for how pleasantly it worked out in her favor.

Sitting down on one of the chairs, she immediately popped the cork free from the bottle’s mouth and tilted forward in her chair to pour him a drink. “Settle in and enjoy yourself, hm?”

A Man of Wealth and Taste: fistoflyrium: dwarfinthedaylight: fistoflyrium replied to your post:...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 03:02:28 -0400

A Man of Wealth and Taste: fistoflyrium: dwarfinthedaylight: fistoflyrium replied to your post:...:

fistoflyrium:

dwarfinthedaylight:

fistoflyrium replied to your post:

You’d just want an excuse to hear me tell ‘wild tales’.

You’re an elven ex-slave covered in magically applied lyrium tattoos and capable of manually taking a man’s heart from his chest.

Wild doesn’t…

OOC: Is this is where I make a humble offering of fic to accompany this conversation? I think it is.

cutmylifeintojustice: aliarichards: Poker Night in...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 03:01:03 -0400

cutmylifeintojustice:

aliarichards:

Poker Night in Kirkwall

Look, I’m obviously winning. Look at how many pieces of clothing I still have on!

The only reason you’ve got more on is because I started out with less clothing than you. Otherwise, I’ve lost the least.

knightcaptain: goldandgiggles: knightcaptain: goldandgiggles: No need to apologize. Though...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 02:39:22 -0400

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

No need to apologize. Though you should look to that. You’re tense; that can be… dangerous. A drink, maybe? I promise to keep my hands to myself.

Yes. A drink would be nice. Your usual haunt, I suspect?

Of course. Where else would I entertain? The Hanged Man’s bilge is less bilge-y than every other tavern in Lowtown.

I hardly think “bilge” sounds appetizing, but I will be there shortly if you’ll have me.

I’ll be expecting you, then! I promise to make the barkeep trot out the ‘good’ stuff.

knightcaptain: goldandgiggles: No need to apologize. Though you should look to that. You’re tense;...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 02:34:58 -0400

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

No need to apologize. Though you should look to that. You’re tense; that can be… dangerous. A drink, maybe? I promise to keep my hands to myself.

Yes. A drink would be nice. Your usual haunt, I suspect?

Of course. Where else would I entertain? The Hanged Man’s bilge is less bilge-y than every other tavern in Lowtown.

tellmeyoudidnttrythecake: When in doubt, run away.. and let me handle it.: goldandgiggles: Hawke...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 02:20:16 -0400

tellmeyoudidnttrythecake:

When in doubt, run away.. and let me handle it.: goldandgiggles:

Hawke continued making her way up Isabella’s neck to her jaw, delighting in the throaty sound she had elicited from the wily duelist.

“Oh dear,” she returned, pushing her thigh higher and moving her hands to grip both of Isabella’s hips. Normally, the pirate was the aggressor, whispering something dirty here and there, grabbing her hand and leading her off into some ridiculous spot to ‘tumble’. But Hawke knew she enjoyed her games, and from her reaction, didn’t seem to mind someone else taking charge. In fact, one would have to be quite daft to assume this particular game was new to her.

Hawke nipped at Isabella’s jaw lightly before pulling her face completely away and smirking in a sly fashion. “Well, if that is what it takes to get back into your good graces,” She punctuated the pause in her reply by forcing Isabella’s hips forward against her own. “…then that is what I must do.”

She gave a mock suffering sigh. “It seems my work is never done.”

Murmuring happily — there were few things that made her more blissful than having something thick between her legs; whether that was a thigh or something decidedly more naughty, it didn’t matter — Isabela rocked forward in Hawke’s arms, her own curling around the woman’s neck as she lowered her lips to her ear. “Never ever,” came her whispered reply, the sound of her voice entwined with a clearly aroused breathlessness. “You’re too nice to leave a girl like me wanting, aren’t you?”

When she was satisfied with their proximity, her hands slipped between them to work at her sash, the knot ebbing beneath her deft fingers after no more than a moment. The dark blue fabric swam over her palms, but she gripped it quickly and tossed it around Hawke’s waist with a devious smirk of her own.

“Of course you are,” she purred, tugging the mage forward until they were so close that their stomachs touched. Leaning into the woman, her lips parted and closed around the full bottom swell of Hawke’s mouth. Giving the flesh a pointed suck, her hands pressed flush against the small of her back only to slide downward until she could feel her ass beneath her palms. It was an altogether happy sensation, proven even more true by the thankful sigh the rogue uttered onto her lips.

Forgive me if I seem on edge. It's been a considerable amount of time since I've been so... aggressive.

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 02:09:49 -0400

No need to apologize. Though you should look to that. You’re tense; that can be… dangerous. A drink, maybe? I promise to keep my hands to myself.

Thedas

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 01:55:28 -0400

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

[Eyes widen a little, but she takes it in stride, rolling her shoulders back in a shrug.] I was only saying that it’s a shame that no one’s come along and snatched you up.

Yes, because nothing you’ve ever done these few days has been to drive me completely mad. [Sarcasm? From him? Never!] Toying with me to see how quickly and how badly I will break. Well, you have your answer. [throws his hands up and storms off] Maker, just let me breathe!

[Bites down on her bottom lip, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and leaning back.] Why does everyone automatically assume I’m playing some sort of game? Can’t a girl ever be straight-forward about this sort of thing? [Shrugs, kicking her feet up onto the table and crossing her ankles.]

Thedas

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 01:38:06 -0400

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

Well, that is a shame, isn’t it?

[lowers his head]

[Clucks her tongue, flicking her index under his chin.] What’s that for, hm?

[His cheeks start to flush and he pulls his chin away from her] You know bloody well what it’s for. [He seems irritated, but more for embarrassment than anger.]

[Eyes widen a little, but she takes it in stride, rolling her shoulders back in a shrug.] I was only saying that it’s a shame that no one’s come along and snatched you up.

Thedas

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 01:28:46 -0400

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

Well, that is a shame, isn’t it?

[lowers his head]

[Clucks her tongue, flicking her index under his chin.] What’s that for, hm?

Thedas

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 01:23:01 -0400

knightcaptain:

goldandgiggles:

tellmeyoudidnttrythecake:

What is going on? …It must be mating season… You’re all behaving like Isabella…

[Avoids looking at Merrill]

I think I’m the only person in Thedas not having sex. What’s going on?

Not quite the only person.

Well, that is a shame, isn’t it?

Thedas

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 01:20:04 -0400

tellmeyoudidnttrythecake:

What is going on? …It must be mating season… You’re all behaving like Isabella…

[Avoids looking at Merrill]

I think I’m the only person in Thedas not having sex. What’s going on?

The Knight-Captain: goldandgiggles: Isabela gave a throaty laugh at that, fingers absently...

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 00:05:14 -0400

The Knight-Captain: goldandgiggles: Isabela gave a throaty laugh at that, fingers absently...:

knightcaptain:

Cullen could envision the steam pouring out of his helmet as the blush on his cheeks darkened further. It was a wonder his head hadn’t popped clean off. It seemed like the more Isabela spoke, the more he watched. He could only liken the feeling to a desire demon’s thrall, an experience he had personal knowledge of. Were he not so sure she was entirely human, he might have stripped himself of his title.

“Well, I’m sure there are other things you must be getting to,” he said, the discomfort dripping from his every word. “Squandering another man’s ale budget, perhaps?” His comment was made in humor, but his nerves shook it to a wavering mess.

Wonderful. Make it all the way to Knight-Captain and you still can’t speak to anyone with an hourglass figure.

Peering up at him with an all-too-familiar expression of intense curiosity, Isabela nodded. While she didn’t have any specific plans, if Hawke wasn’t in need of her, she’d no doubt spend her time at the Hanged Man, being hounded by this man or that. She reached forward, giving the shiny ‘flaming’ sword on his breastplate a pat. “That I do, Cullen,” she said, still grinning almost cheekily. “That I do.”

She took a step back then, grin morphing into a full smile. “One of these days, we’re going to have a full conversation,” Isabela warned him, a slender index pointed in his direction, “And you’re going to enjoy it.” With a farewell wink, she turned on her heel and made her way out of the Gallows, but not without imparting upon him another toothy smile before she turned the corner.

Witch of the Wilds: goldandgiggles: witchofthewilds said: “I’m not a prostitute.” Eh? I...

Tue, 22 Mar 2011 23:33:49 -0400

Witch of the Wilds: goldandgiggles: witchofthewilds said: “I’m not a prostitute.” Eh? I...:

witchofthewilds:

I… do not need to justify my existence with carnal pleasure. Not being Flemeth’s human vessel is quite enough to keep me contented. [Sighs]

I wasn’t telling you to do that. No one’s asked you to justify your existence. I don’t ‘exist’ for pleasure. I enjoy sex and drink because they makes me feel good. There’s no need to condemn me for it.

Witch of the Wilds: goldandgiggles: witchofthewilds said: “I’m not a prostitute.” Eh? I...

Tue, 22 Mar 2011 23:20:20 -0400

Witch of the Wilds: goldandgiggles: witchofthewilds said: “I’m not a prostitute.” Eh? I...:

witchofthewilds

Enough about what does or does not suit me! I… I have made it perfectly clear that I am beyond such vanity.

Uptight? [Laughs] I suppose I would seem so to a harlot. No… I simply have my priorities straight.

My priorities are just fine, thanks. What is anyone to live for save happiness? A life with purpose or meaning isn’t worth balls if you don’t want to live in the first place.