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itookashot) wrote2022-01-31 12:16 pm
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{March
[A small token heart with a number 1 carved into it is left on Jesper's pillow with no word, or note to go along with it.]
{April
[Another wooden heart token has appeared on Jesper's pillow, this time with a 2 carved into it. Perhaps the approximation handwriting in that carving is familiar enough, should he wish to investigate the concept further.]
[A small token heart with a number 1 carved into it is left on Jesper's pillow with no word, or note to go along with it.]
{April
[Another wooden heart token has appeared on Jesper's pillow, this time with a 2 carved into it. Perhaps the approximation handwriting in that carving is familiar enough, should he wish to investigate the concept further.]
[when the caravans arrive from their travels to drop off supplies from not-so-far-off lands, certain parcels get pulled away and taken to go through customs. they are not for businesses nor for sale, but for individuals. the fact that they are for summoned individuals raise an eyebrow.
and so, through customs it goes, opened, inspected, and then—when none of the items are deemed as questionable—they are repackaged and sent to their designated recipients.
jesper will receive a couple of items. one is a pair of wooden combs, soaps, and several bottles that, upon closer inspection, will reveal to contain shampoo, conditioner, and lotions.
there is no letter explaining the contents of the parcel, but there is a single note. it is blank at first, until jesper holds it, and then swathes of scarlet magic will reveal writing, as if it were happening right in the moment by an invisible hand:
Please share these with Inej. Be well.]
and so, through customs it goes, opened, inspected, and then—when none of the items are deemed as questionable—they are repackaged and sent to their designated recipients.
jesper will receive a couple of items. one is a pair of wooden combs, soaps, and several bottles that, upon closer inspection, will reveal to contain shampoo, conditioner, and lotions.
there is no letter explaining the contents of the parcel, but there is a single note. it is blank at first, until jesper holds it, and then swathes of scarlet magic will reveal writing, as if it were happening right in the moment by an invisible hand:
Please share these with Inej. Be well.]
[The words that appear are shaky and hastily scrawled with no attention paid to anything but getting the words down.]
jesper please tell me youre alright
please be alright
jesper please tell me youre alright
please be alright
[ Jesper's pissed but not at Mat, so he responds right away. ]
I'm alright.
They destroyed Libertas. Not Cadens. Wiped it off the bloody map.
I'm alright.
They destroyed Libertas. Not Cadens. Wiped it off the bloody map.
Hey, you.
Checking in.
[wanda is fully aware that in the midst of a war-like strike, distractions can be costly—even deadly. she doesn't want to put jesper in a situation where he's paying attention to the words in his vision when he should be keeping himself safe.
thankfully, no further attacks have taken place since.]
Hey, you.
It's practically snowing ash at the moment. So things are doing just great here.
It's practically snowing ash at the moment. So things are doing just great here.
[Enough time has passed that the news has settled: it wasn't Cadens that burned, but another city. It didn't make Wilhelm feel any better, but he'd undoubtedly feel worse if someone he knew had been snuffed out in the strike. He should have tried reaching out to Jesper days ago, but that's the thing about guilt. It makes you so sure that anything you say could unlock your secrets, that everybody can sense a shift in you.
Eventually, he works up the courage.]
Hey, Jesper?
How is everything over there?
Eventually, he works up the courage.]
Hey, Jesper?
How is everything over there?
Bloody and on fire.
I'm actually going on a supply run in a few days. A group of us will be escorting soldiers to get supplies from Solvunn and take it back. Much better at that than healing.
[ In fact, Jesper could be a great healer, but that was his mother's calling not his. ]
I'm actually going on a supply run in a few days. A group of us will be escorting soldiers to get supplies from Solvunn and take it back. Much better at that than healing.
[ In fact, Jesper could be a great healer, but that was his mother's calling not his. ]
Update: I'm going with Diana for a supply run.
[Checking in is necessary when plans change, especially among their crew. Kaz already knows, but Jesper still needs to be informed.]
Oh so we're both headed out? You know, good thing we have this, because otherwise Kaz would be losing it.
Where are you?
[The first message is utterly devoid of any real concern, it's late but not drastically so, it's a simple check-in.
But as the hour drags later and later, her messages come quicker and quicker.]
Did you run off into the Horizon?
Actually getting worried at this point, it's been 2 days.
Jes?
Actually getting worried at this point, it's been 2 days.
Jes?
[ If there was such a thing as a 'read' message on here it would show, but he's silent. TOO GUILTY. ]
[ Jesper sees this and smiles, which he's been doing less and less lately. ]
Oh would it be? Did you have something in mind, pigeon?
Oh would it be? Did you have something in mind, pigeon?
[ On Christmas morning, there will be a box wrapped in gold paper waiting in front of the door of Jesper's room. A card on top bears his name in Julie's handwriting, and the inside wishes him a merry Christmas.
Inside the box is an ornate, hand-carved poker set in a matching wooden case. A small card inside says that playing for fun doesn't hurt, and if he ever needs to be distracted, she's willing to play as many hands as he wants.
Merry Christmas. ]
Inside the box is an ornate, hand-carved poker set in a matching wooden case. A small card inside says that playing for fun doesn't hurt, and if he ever needs to be distracted, she's willing to play as many hands as he wants.
Merry Christmas. ]
[From here]
The thrill of being with someone new never gets old, and Jesper endlessly throws himself into passionate embraces. This is not the first time he has seduced a person at a dinner table, but it is still a special situation because it is here and now and it is Kell. Every person is unique. He can tell that this may be a little new to Kell, he is coming along with him without question, but he seems nervous. Up until they are finally alone and the question has been asked.
Jesper smiles when the kiss comes as an answer and he returns it with fire. Their pleasant verbal foreplay and rising tension at the table means he has been hungry for this and waiting, pouring his withheld desire into Kell's mouth. He is confident as his tongue swipes against his lips, a silent request to open, so he can explore Kell. They both taste of the wine at the party and it is sweet.
While this position allows him to press his body up against Kell, pinning him between Jesper and the door, he wants the man horizontal. Jesper kisses him until he's barely breathing, turning them so that Kell's back is to the room instead of the door. He walks him backward, an arm securely wrapped around his waist to keep hold of him. Jesper has a grace about him in this, the practice of many lustful nights, and he kisses him a few more times on the journey before pushing him back on the bed.
He undoes his belt from his bright red banquet clothes and smirks down at Kell. "You ever done this before? Snuck away with a relative stranger?" He doesn't seem the type now that they're here, which is flattering of course.
The thrill of being with someone new never gets old, and Jesper endlessly throws himself into passionate embraces. This is not the first time he has seduced a person at a dinner table, but it is still a special situation because it is here and now and it is Kell. Every person is unique. He can tell that this may be a little new to Kell, he is coming along with him without question, but he seems nervous. Up until they are finally alone and the question has been asked.
Jesper smiles when the kiss comes as an answer and he returns it with fire. Their pleasant verbal foreplay and rising tension at the table means he has been hungry for this and waiting, pouring his withheld desire into Kell's mouth. He is confident as his tongue swipes against his lips, a silent request to open, so he can explore Kell. They both taste of the wine at the party and it is sweet.
While this position allows him to press his body up against Kell, pinning him between Jesper and the door, he wants the man horizontal. Jesper kisses him until he's barely breathing, turning them so that Kell's back is to the room instead of the door. He walks him backward, an arm securely wrapped around his waist to keep hold of him. Jesper has a grace about him in this, the practice of many lustful nights, and he kisses him a few more times on the journey before pushing him back on the bed.
He undoes his belt from his bright red banquet clothes and smirks down at Kell. "You ever done this before? Snuck away with a relative stranger?" He doesn't seem the type now that they're here, which is flattering of course.
Kell can't tell if what he feels is more nerves or excitement. It's most likely both. This was never his style. He was always the responsible one. Look at him now. Sneaking out of an official banquet to kiss some handsome stranger in his cabin. With hopes for a lot more than just a kiss. It's madness, but it's a wonderful madness.
If it feels that he opens for Jesper's tongue a little too fast, a little too eager, it's only because his own desire has been building through their conversation at the table until he's unable to contain it any more. Kell always felt a sense of pride in his self-control. How he could keep himself sober and indistractable through any feast. Now, it feels as if he has none of it left.
Now, he's sinking into the kiss, half-aware of his surroundings, almost tripping when Jesper moves them around, so there's no longer the support of the door helping him keep his balance. Not falling only for the steady arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bed. There's not a shred of resistance, not to the kisses - those are very well received, and reciprocated in kind - not to the strong hands that push him down on the bed.
"Never this handsome."
Kell's voice is closer to a satisfied purr, a content smile dancing on his lips, though he barely notices it himself. He's not aware of his own wants and desires most of the time. It's not different now. All he knows now is that there's a hungry beast inside of him that demands its tribute in pleasure. And it grows all the hungrier as he watches Jesper undo his belt. Anticipation raising with every move of those swift fingers.
"And never from an official banquet."
He could have lied. Could have said he's done this many times. It would have been so easy. It would have made him look good. It would also be very wrong. As sudden and crazy all they do now feels, Kell wants to be honest with this gorgeous man who so effortlessly shattered all his carefully constructed barriers. It feels very wrong not to. No matter how much the force of his own lust surprises him.
If it feels that he opens for Jesper's tongue a little too fast, a little too eager, it's only because his own desire has been building through their conversation at the table until he's unable to contain it any more. Kell always felt a sense of pride in his self-control. How he could keep himself sober and indistractable through any feast. Now, it feels as if he has none of it left.
Now, he's sinking into the kiss, half-aware of his surroundings, almost tripping when Jesper moves them around, so there's no longer the support of the door helping him keep his balance. Not falling only for the steady arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bed. There's not a shred of resistance, not to the kisses - those are very well received, and reciprocated in kind - not to the strong hands that push him down on the bed.
"Never this handsome."
Kell's voice is closer to a satisfied purr, a content smile dancing on his lips, though he barely notices it himself. He's not aware of his own wants and desires most of the time. It's not different now. All he knows now is that there's a hungry beast inside of him that demands its tribute in pleasure. And it grows all the hungrier as he watches Jesper undo his belt. Anticipation raising with every move of those swift fingers.
"And never from an official banquet."
He could have lied. Could have said he's done this many times. It would have been so easy. It would have made him look good. It would also be very wrong. As sudden and crazy all they do now feels, Kell wants to be honest with this gorgeous man who so effortlessly shattered all his carefully constructed barriers. It feels very wrong not to. No matter how much the force of his own lust surprises him.
[OOC: Continued from here.]
"Who's hotel is closer, yours or mine?"
It's a lot harder to just find a place that's private and secluded in a strange city. Back home in Emunds Field there were barns and the woods and caves. In the castle there were all manner of little rooms that were ignored. Here...Mat isn't sure where they could manage it.
But he's in full agreement. They need to get somewhere behind a closed door, and as quickly as possible. He feels like his heart's a drum inside of him, thrumming and thudding in his ears. Everything feels just a bit funny, in a good way, and he just wants to be alone with Jesper. Where they won't be interrupted and they can just be together in the throes of love.
There will be time later to chide himself and argue back and forth in his mind over how stupid he's likely being. Why can't he just enjoy it for a bit? Why can't this be for him? Light knows he's watched his fellows fall in love and have their hearts made whole. For a time, at least. But he supposes that's a lesson to hold to - it doesn't really matter where you were or what dangers you knew about. Tragedy could strike at any moment. Maybe that's the point. The risk and the reward and all of that.
Maybe it's just his turn. Maybe for some people, love is just a rare thing, not easily earned or given. Or it just takes the right person. Who the fuck knows? He's never liked contemplating these things, it gives him a headache. But he knows it makes him feel a certain way to hear Jesper say 'I love you' like that, no flirtation and all honest emotion.
Almost makes him feel worthy of it.
"Who's hotel is closer, yours or mine?"
It's a lot harder to just find a place that's private and secluded in a strange city. Back home in Emunds Field there were barns and the woods and caves. In the castle there were all manner of little rooms that were ignored. Here...Mat isn't sure where they could manage it.
But he's in full agreement. They need to get somewhere behind a closed door, and as quickly as possible. He feels like his heart's a drum inside of him, thrumming and thudding in his ears. Everything feels just a bit funny, in a good way, and he just wants to be alone with Jesper. Where they won't be interrupted and they can just be together in the throes of love.
There will be time later to chide himself and argue back and forth in his mind over how stupid he's likely being. Why can't he just enjoy it for a bit? Why can't this be for him? Light knows he's watched his fellows fall in love and have their hearts made whole. For a time, at least. But he supposes that's a lesson to hold to - it doesn't really matter where you were or what dangers you knew about. Tragedy could strike at any moment. Maybe that's the point. The risk and the reward and all of that.
Maybe it's just his turn. Maybe for some people, love is just a rare thing, not easily earned or given. Or it just takes the right person. Who the fuck knows? He's never liked contemplating these things, it gives him a headache. But he knows it makes him feel a certain way to hear Jesper say 'I love you' like that, no flirtation and all honest emotion.
Almost makes him feel worthy of it.
"Yours."
Jesper got here first and the very first thing he did was scope out the area so he knew where everything of importance was. Their separate inns were high on that list, and also how to get in and out of them. Not only for the two of them, but he likes to know all exit options when he stays somewhere. He already has a pretty good lay of the land, his mind creating an internal map as he walks around. Except he got distracted by Mat and now he's going to continue to be.
Jesper takes his hand and tugs him in the direction of said inn, threading their fingers together. They can explore Luna together later. After an emotional outburst like this, Jesper needs to get his hands on Mat's skin, he needs to strip him bare like his heart was. He doesn't make them run although it would be funny, but they are definitely not going slow and taking their time.
It takes all his patience and strength to keep himself from being far more inappropriate once they get into the inn because they still need to get to his room. While Jesper would usually be tempted to press him up against places and tease them both, right then, that is not what he wants. He doesn't want wild passion and abandon, he wants something more intimate. They should get to be happy. He thinks about how he and Mat held each other after the nightmares, how they found what meager comfort they could with one another, and how it all brought them here.
As soon as they are inside his room Jesper cups Mat's face again and kisses him with slow and sweet purpose. He got a glimpse of one of the beds, not really caring which one is Mat's, because they need to be on one now. He walks him toward it but not with too much speed, like he plans on enjoying every part of this. Like he plans to make love to Mat, in ways he's subtly done for a long time, and now no longer has to pretend otherwise.
Jesper got here first and the very first thing he did was scope out the area so he knew where everything of importance was. Their separate inns were high on that list, and also how to get in and out of them. Not only for the two of them, but he likes to know all exit options when he stays somewhere. He already has a pretty good lay of the land, his mind creating an internal map as he walks around. Except he got distracted by Mat and now he's going to continue to be.
Jesper takes his hand and tugs him in the direction of said inn, threading their fingers together. They can explore Luna together later. After an emotional outburst like this, Jesper needs to get his hands on Mat's skin, he needs to strip him bare like his heart was. He doesn't make them run although it would be funny, but they are definitely not going slow and taking their time.
It takes all his patience and strength to keep himself from being far more inappropriate once they get into the inn because they still need to get to his room. While Jesper would usually be tempted to press him up against places and tease them both, right then, that is not what he wants. He doesn't want wild passion and abandon, he wants something more intimate. They should get to be happy. He thinks about how he and Mat held each other after the nightmares, how they found what meager comfort they could with one another, and how it all brought them here.
As soon as they are inside his room Jesper cups Mat's face again and kisses him with slow and sweet purpose. He got a glimpse of one of the beds, not really caring which one is Mat's, because they need to be on one now. He walks him toward it but not with too much speed, like he plans on enjoying every part of this. Like he plans to make love to Mat, in ways he's subtly done for a long time, and now no longer has to pretend otherwise.
[ At this point, he's wondering if anyone is even getting his attempts at reaching out or if he really is cut off from everyone outside, but he tries anyway. ]
Jesp̶̲̱̐ḛ̵̆͗r̶͇̬̍͆?
A̵̺͊̑͜r̷̳̈́ė̴͍̜̿ ̶̢́y̸̭̜͐͒ọ̴̔͂u̴͓̣̔͐ okay? Goddess, please b̵̜̂e̷͍̓͘ ̷͈̆o̵̦͋̚k̸̜͊a̶̦͗͛y̴̹͙̐́. I don't know ̵̡̏̄w̴̺͌́ͅh̷̪̬͊a̶̧̛̬t̶̢̓'̵̯̒͜s̷̨̑̾ ̷̪̙̓͗h̵̹̕͝á̸͎̻̌p̷̨͒͝p̶̦̉e̴̥̫͊n̸͚̈̿ḯ̵͉͎͝ṇ̷̎̈́g̸̙͠ ̴̡͕͝b̶̨̻̐͌u̴̗͌t̷̙͋̍ watch your back.
Jesp̶̲̱̐ḛ̵̆͗r̶͇̬̍͆?
A̵̺͊̑͜r̷̳̈́ė̴͍̜̿ ̶̢́y̸̭̜͐͒ọ̴̔͂u̴͓̣̔͐ okay? Goddess, please b̵̜̂e̷͍̓͘ ̷͈̆o̵̦͋̚k̸̜͊a̶̦͗͛y̴̹͙̐́. I don't know ̵̡̏̄w̴̺͌́ͅh̷̪̬͊a̶̧̛̬t̶̢̓'̵̯̒͜s̷̨̑̾ ̷̪̙̓͗h̵̹̕͝á̸͎̻̌p̷̨͒͝p̶̦̉e̴̥̫͊n̸͚̈̿ḯ̵͉͎͝ṇ̷̎̈́g̸̙͠ ̴̡͕͝b̶̨̻̐͌u̴̗͌t̷̙͋̍ watch your back.
Edited 2023-02-20 19:16 (UTC)
Hello?
Jesper, answer if you hear me!
Jesper? Are you there?
Are you coming?
Is anyone?
Are you coming?
Is anyone?
Inej, I'm here.
Yeah we're working on it, we got some info raiding a bandit camp, Viktor's got this tracker on people that's apparently giving us signals in the direction you're all at. Everyone's working together, we're figuring it out.
Yeah we're working on it, we got some info raiding a bandit camp, Viktor's got this tracker on people that's apparently giving us signals in the direction you're all at. Everyone's working together, we're figuring it out.
I got out.
Don't know where I am but I'm out.
Don't know where I am but I'm out.
[ He feels like he's going to throw up but in a good way. Mat's words are crystal clear. Thank everything. ]
Darling, you have no idea how good it is to hear from you.
What do you see? They said you're on an island, we were planning on going there.
Darling, you have no idea how good it is to hear from you.
What do you see? They said you're on an island, we were planning on going there.
[ooc: full link]
"I will have you know I have become very mature and dignified and meditative over the past year." He can't even keep a straight face over that. It's too ridiculous.
Jesper laughs and pushes him playfully. "It's easy to meditate when it takes you to another world where anything you can imagine is created. Wait until you see my cabin, oh and I can show you television." Wanda showed him enough television that he was able to make one of his own, although he can only remember things she and Dean have shown him over time. But they're still worth seeing.
"I have a music room too, your flute ...." He pauses, realizing how revealing it is that he has Wylan's flute in his Horizon even now. "It's there, well, a version of it."
"I will have you know I have become very mature and dignified and meditative over the past year." He can't even keep a straight face over that. It's too ridiculous.
Jesper laughs and pushes him playfully. "It's easy to meditate when it takes you to another world where anything you can imagine is created. Wait until you see my cabin, oh and I can show you television." Wanda showed him enough television that he was able to make one of his own, although he can only remember things she and Dean have shown him over time. But they're still worth seeing.
"I have a music room too, your flute ...." He pauses, realizing how revealing it is that he has Wylan's flute in his Horizon even now. "It's there, well, a version of it."
Wylan really isn't sure what Jesper is talking about. Tele-what? He's about to ask when he realizes what else Jesper says. His flute? He feels himself blushing and he averts his eyes down. Jesper hasn't seen him in a year and he still kept Wylan's flute in a music room.
His lips curl up into a smile and he looks up at Jesper. "I can't wait to see it." He pulls him in again pressing their lips together gently.
His lips curl up into a smile and he looks up at Jesper. "I can't wait to see it." He pulls him in again pressing their lips together gently.
Too many of them lived. I damn well hope the prison they're in is exceptionally terrible.
Well fuck you were right. Take a bow.
But why hasn't he reached out to you or Sam?
But why hasn't he reached out to you or Sam?
Jesper gets tipsy from the execution which is why he suggested later that night, so he can sober up. It would only make focusing on the Horizon and what they plan on doing there more difficult. Jesper's cabin is exactly as he described. Pretty and simple, it is a bright sunny day outside always. It is a stark contrast to the Crow Club which is permanently in the shadow, but he made this for that reason. The execution was troubling, but Jesper really did shake it off after an hour or two. The bitch is dead. No reason to waste any more time on her.
He would like to waste the rest of his time with Kell instead. They could probably both use an outlet right then. Jesper doesn't wait inside though, he can be found at the shooting range right next to the cabin. There is a table there that is filled with different types of guns that anyone can pick up and use for target practice. Jesper still favors his mother's revolvers most of the time, but sometimes he needs something else.
He is not currently using any of them though. Instead he is practicing with his telekinesis. Jesper tosses a handful of bullets in the air and catches them telekinetically, holding them and spinning them around him. It's been time like this spent in the Horizon that really helped him become an expert in his abilities. He throws his hand out and they shoot with lethal aim at the targets without needing a gun, the projectiles dangerous all on their own. The bandits in the Badlands can attest to that.
Jesper doesn't have his coat on in here, he is dressed very simply since soon enough Kell will be here and he'll have no clothes necessary. He puts out his hand and all of the bullets are called back from the targets to hover in his palm again before settling down. He glances up, sensing someone entering his space and hoping it'll be a sexy redhead to take his troubles away.
He would like to waste the rest of his time with Kell instead. They could probably both use an outlet right then. Jesper doesn't wait inside though, he can be found at the shooting range right next to the cabin. There is a table there that is filled with different types of guns that anyone can pick up and use for target practice. Jesper still favors his mother's revolvers most of the time, but sometimes he needs something else.
He is not currently using any of them though. Instead he is practicing with his telekinesis. Jesper tosses a handful of bullets in the air and catches them telekinetically, holding them and spinning them around him. It's been time like this spent in the Horizon that really helped him become an expert in his abilities. He throws his hand out and they shoot with lethal aim at the targets without needing a gun, the projectiles dangerous all on their own. The bandits in the Badlands can attest to that.
Jesper doesn't have his coat on in here, he is dressed very simply since soon enough Kell will be here and he'll have no clothes necessary. He puts out his hand and all of the bullets are called back from the targets to hover in his palm again before settling down. He glances up, sensing someone entering his space and hoping it'll be a sexy redhead to take his troubles away.
There are very rare occasions that Kell does actually dress up for. Actually puts effort and conscious thought into what he's about to wear. The Horizon gives them all opportunity to go wild without the constraints of their material possessions. Outside, Kell doesn't have an extensive wardrobe. All he has is mainly practical. Some items bought for specific events, and then maybe worn once, before he reverted to his standard muted colors with only concession to brighter colors being his white shirts.
Nothing looks remotely close to what he is wearing right now. Charcoal waistcoat with opulent, silver embroidery running down its front and sleeves, matching shirt and pants, a thin cane with silver rose on top in his hand, and a short, many-stranded whip hangs from his belt. There's a theme to this outfit. Clearly much thought went into assembling it to look like it does. An obvious over-preparation on Kell's part since he'll be ditching all of this soon.
Kell walks up to the shooting range looking completely out of place among all the greenery in his formal attire. But he must have found a right mood in this odd persona, because he's not skulking, in his usual all hunched eyes on the ground way. He walks with confidence, with straight back and gaze lazily glazing over his surroundings.
"Hi," he says approaching Jesper, and it's the only crack in his otherwise perfect image.
His attire might be excellent, but he really needs to work on his eloquence.
Nothing looks remotely close to what he is wearing right now. Charcoal waistcoat with opulent, silver embroidery running down its front and sleeves, matching shirt and pants, a thin cane with silver rose on top in his hand, and a short, many-stranded whip hangs from his belt. There's a theme to this outfit. Clearly much thought went into assembling it to look like it does. An obvious over-preparation on Kell's part since he'll be ditching all of this soon.
Kell walks up to the shooting range looking completely out of place among all the greenery in his formal attire. But he must have found a right mood in this odd persona, because he's not skulking, in his usual all hunched eyes on the ground way. He walks with confidence, with straight back and gaze lazily glazing over his surroundings.
"Hi," he says approaching Jesper, and it's the only crack in his otherwise perfect image.
His attire might be excellent, but he really needs to work on his eloquence.
nice freudian slip there with surprise Rhy cameo ;P --or is it not a slip at all?--
blackeyedprince
- 2023-04-29 23:25 (UTC) - ExpandSo random question. Fair skin, light brown hair, beautiful brown eyes. Few inches shorter than you. Really pretty. Very gay. Not from the Cities. Probably has some sorta emotional trauma and shadow powers. You happen to know who this is?
I fucked something up at the ball and I've been putting off making it right. I'll keep on the network for a few hours. For this.
- Abby
I fucked something up at the ball and I've been putting off making it right. I'll keep on the network for a few hours. For this.
- Abby
Did he! Yeah go ahead. It's technically a census of the Summoned, with some thirst details because it's funny.
Hey. I need a favor. Do you know a guy who can make a custom quiver. No, that's not the right word. Dispenser? For like marbles, that I can clip to my belt?
If I'm going to keep looking for trouble I should bring my own ammunition and not start scrounging rocks off the ground. Or having to pull them out of my pocket.
If I'm going to keep looking for trouble I should bring my own ammunition and not start scrounging rocks off the ground. Or having to pull them out of my pocket.
You can always ask Viktor. He's the inventor around here. It'd probably take him like ten minutes.
Far be it for me to argue with the impressive Slayer of the Rancor.
Far be it for me to argue with the impressive Slayer of the Rancor.
September, after the rifts, in the middle of clean up and curios | Text
blackeyedprince
2023-09-19 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you alright? I hope you are. It was madness here. There are some many people in infirmaries.
[Kell can't bring himself to say that both Rhy and Kyle got hurt...]
Will you be in Nocwich this month?
[Even less that he was worried about Jesper...or that he misses him. It's not like they're anything...]
I'm fine! We brought down a few of the beasts. Right now it's clean up duty. One of them stuck around, it lives in the Bay currently.
I can be. Are you alright?
I can be. Are you alright?
[ The gift from Claude had definitely been a surprise - but not a bad one and certainly not unwelcome. And while she had shown her appreciation to Claude, she isn’t about to withhold credit where credit is due. And frankly, any excuse to seek out Jesper is a good excuse for her.
The renovations for the Sarstina are well underway by the time she arrives that day with all her promised fabric samples (all Mags approved of course). Unsurprisingly no bright colours had made it into the final selection but Hilda had managed to convince her to add a couple of patterns in there that would prevent it from erring too close to the hospital aesthetic.
After getting one final approval from Mags that she can go ahead and order the appropriate amount for the upholstery, Hilda had commandeered Jesper for a quick lunch break. It’s only once they’re seated with their food in front of them that HIlda is quick to adopt a simpering pose, along with batting eyelashes and doe eyes. ]
I hear that I have you to thank for my new scarf?
The renovations for the Sarstina are well underway by the time she arrives that day with all her promised fabric samples (all Mags approved of course). Unsurprisingly no bright colours had made it into the final selection but Hilda had managed to convince her to add a couple of patterns in there that would prevent it from erring too close to the hospital aesthetic.
After getting one final approval from Mags that she can go ahead and order the appropriate amount for the upholstery, Hilda had commandeered Jesper for a quick lunch break. It’s only once they’re seated with their food in front of them that HIlda is quick to adopt a simpering pose, along with batting eyelashes and doe eyes. ]
I hear that I have you to thank for my new scarf?
[ Jesper could use the lunch break, and the only way to get him to do that is someone pretty batting their eyelashes at him. And he also likes Hilda a lot so he put up minimal fuss. He's been so focused on the project since they got back from the Nether, and it's finally underway. This was Jesper's idea so it's important to him to oversee it, but a man still needs to eat. He's still made time to make a few things, including Hilda's scarf that Claude asked for.
He didn't know when the man was going to give it to her so he smiles when she brings it up, amused by her pose until she explains, and he laughs. ]
Oh good, he gave it to you. Yeah, you're welcome. I'd make anything for you, gorgeous.
[ He winks and scarfs down some food. Fashion is something he's always loved, something he eagerly started getting into once he came to Ketterdam and away from the farm life. It's fun for him to make it, especially for someone who appreciates it. ]
He didn't know when the man was going to give it to her so he smiles when she brings it up, amused by her pose until she explains, and he laughs. ]
Oh good, he gave it to you. Yeah, you're welcome. I'd make anything for you, gorgeous.
[ He winks and scarfs down some food. Fashion is something he's always loved, something he eagerly started getting into once he came to Ketterdam and away from the farm life. It's fun for him to make it, especially for someone who appreciates it. ]
[ooc: continued from here]
( Jesper is currently not thinking or caring too much about the situation outside of getting to explode Nikolai's mouth thoroughly, his hands greedy as they move underneath his shirt to caress the soft skin of his back. The library seems quiet at the moment, he would feel people nearby if they were, his abilities making matter very clear to him. At the very least he thinks he can get away with being saucy if they're quick.
Jesper goes down to his knees right then and there, crafty fingers moving swiftly to Nikolai's pants to start to undo them. He does have a tendency to like public or semi-public sex so this is the mischief he tends to inspire other people into. He smirks up at Nikolai but does give him the option to stop him if he wants. They're doing this together. )
Shhh.
( Jesper puts a finger on his lips, his gaze playful.)
( Jesper is currently not thinking or caring too much about the situation outside of getting to explode Nikolai's mouth thoroughly, his hands greedy as they move underneath his shirt to caress the soft skin of his back. The library seems quiet at the moment, he would feel people nearby if they were, his abilities making matter very clear to him. At the very least he thinks he can get away with being saucy if they're quick.
Jesper goes down to his knees right then and there, crafty fingers moving swiftly to Nikolai's pants to start to undo them. He does have a tendency to like public or semi-public sex so this is the mischief he tends to inspire other people into. He smirks up at Nikolai but does give him the option to stop him if he wants. They're doing this together. )
Shhh.
( Jesper puts a finger on his lips, his gaze playful.)
( oh, is that what's going to happen right now? he laughs when jesper makes the move, head thumping back against the shelves before he looks down. )
Shhh yourself.
( which it looks like he's going to do in a different way than nikolai's going to have to be quiet. )
I can be quiet. Don't worry, no one will know what you're about to do.
Shhh yourself.
( which it looks like he's going to do in a different way than nikolai's going to have to be quiet. )
I can be quiet. Don't worry, no one will know what you're about to do.
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