【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's January event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
(one would think her glaring was counting as her almost snarling, she even did subtly but held back from growling. though maybe she did reach over and instead of a spank after thinking lappland had dropped her guard enough, it was a pinch to her ass while praying to whatever god is out there to just strike her down now for reacting like that. provoking her seems to have other interesting results now if she's unfazed by something like a spanking (blame the ghosts in the talon for that) but she will not be talking about how that happened. she'll keep blaming that bratty suit of hers until she's blue in the face for what she's doing. it almost surely was having fun with that. they didn't need to talk any further on that subject, so maybe this was texas deciding to just run with it.
figures, though. they both got the matching role. did it matter if they'd play by the rules? maybe not. but that's if they're going in together. she doesn't expect lappland to stick with her if she decides she wants to try testing the subs in the hideaway, texas herself might just avoid them or go out for a smoke. the parties been draining enough that she's had to deal with the urge being stronger. that and she wasn't able to bring her pocky with her since she was caught going to buy more originally.
she's not the one that knows bdsm exactly, or the one that knows everything to do around the subject. this isn't her sort of territory.)
....looks like it. So what now?
(as long as this isn't about to result in cellinia getting dragged into something else she might feel the urge to chain-smoke from. there's been too much of that lately. with her only break being during december, that does say plenty about what the resort does to people.)
[ texas always gives her the evil eye, even when she's literally trying to help her out in fun or hilarious or god awful ways. so, she's used to it. texas ever being obliging is what surprises her--
oh, and that pinch. she nearly yips like a puppy because that's definitely not something she'd actually ever expect from her; her tail swats as she claps a hand over her mouth. it's almost too embarrassing to admit she'd made a sound like that. there's definitely something up with texas, that she's been so obliging and touchy and affectionate and... if she thinks about it, it's still like a dream that something like this could be happening. she should distrust it, with all the skepticism and understanding and distance that's been between them for years and their entire lives.
but she likes it so much. heat goes to her cheeks as she resists another smack or anything. actually, that's juvenile. she could pay her back in-- ] Seems we select a room and... I could a hazard a guess there'll be some naughtiness expected of us in there.
Last chance to back out before I make you cry and squeal like a musbeast, Texas.
[ sure, she'd been the one wanting to do this, but she likes being a pest and a bastard. all things considered, she supposes if texas really hates the idea of this, she'll give her an out. ]
(texas might never say anything about her differences (at least about the change in her demeanor) partially being from a combination of things. none of them good. but that in itself is a given from the house, and it's brand of sadism. sometimes it was easier to comply depending, other times? yeah, she rather stick her head in her bathroom sink and hope to god that it sends her off.
anyway, that yip was worth it. she doesn't always do these things to begin with, but that's what a little break in character does. not that texas would talk about hearing lappland make a sound like this, if anything this is more an amusement for herself. that and she almost wonders how exactly the other wolf seems to be handling this better than cellinia thought. thinking about it, there are a number of reasons that neither should get into whenever this is a party.
another glare, cry and squeal. right. as foreign as this would be, part of her might be easier to provoke. that can also be blamed on her lovely (no) suit. giving up control, the idea isn't one which texas could say she likes the sound of. especially not to someone beside her. still, it's a game. the pay-out might be nice, and she did need the chips. getting those christmas gifts was a bit of a pretty penny.
....and maybe there's enough morbid curiosity on what can happen.)
Do I look like I'd squeal? (staff seems to have caught on to her habits, since one of them brought over an ashtray for her to take in. that, or they assumed she might use those cigarettes for anything but her own consumption of them this time.)
It's a joke, Texas. That being said, I'm sure I could pull one out of you if I put my mind to it.
But I'll be so gracious as to allow you to choose the room or even toys within if we're going to play this game. Play like this is usually a two-way street, you know. [ with the sub in control of setting the limits rather than the dom. not to talk herself up as some expert on kink, because she's not, and she usually likes things rough and hard and obscene and even dubconny. but if she has a soft spot or sentimentality or consideration for anyone, it's always always texas. ah, funny, if she had anything like feelings it really would always be for texas. she could think all she'd like in the privacy of her mind about how she'd sure like to make her cry, and she truthfully does, but whether she actually goes through with it is another story.
she raises an eyebrow at the ashtray offered. one ear flicks; she personally hasn't smoked since the old days, hasn't lapsed and doesn't plan to, but she supposes texas might be more stressed out than her. ]
I would've thought that you wouldn't want to submit to anyone at all, least of all me, regardless of whatever prize or money might be offered.
(not that it's surprising that texas did brush off the joke, but it wasn't like she enjoyed the idea much of that being bound to happen. she's not a screamer, not even that loud. however, she did consider that this is new for herself personally. she doesn't quite know what to expect from bdsm, there was that interest in restraints that she had and other things. the issue is that....well, what issue is there? there's plenty to go around, whether it's them or her problems with allowing herself to be vulnerable like that.
but that's a thought for later while holding that ashtray and looking around for a free room. it's quieter there than the casino hall, it gives her a chance to think over hearing the way that the guests would loudly push about cheer. happiness as they saw it in something that makes texas feel her skin crawl, makes her want to raise her hackles as a means of protecting herself too often. stress isn't the half of it, not even that frustration in what she's been dealing with.)
Money is money, sadly. Though it's not even that, obviously I don't like the idea of giving up control. (not even to other people if one were to include them and lappland together, but.) I'm more curious since I haven't gone around all the resort. Not to the Naked Yolk, which has this kind of play around it, anyway.
(ugh. or maybe she should have considered visiting the ugly duckling on her own time if she's going to feel half like this is a mistake. it's a bit too late now, isn't it? she's come this far, no use in backing out now while making her way towards one of the rooms that seems empty and unused. hopefully she doesn't regret this.)
Don't say 'money is money' if it comes to a game like this, it'll make you sound like a wh... it'll make you sound cheap. [ it makes her wonder if texas has gotten into situations like this with others for the sake of money or anything else. which, she supposes, isn't exactly something she'll criticize her for. texas can be with whoever she wants. absolutely. of course. how could it be anything else.
... change of subject. ] Anyway, aren't all yolks naked? How would they be dressed, exactly? This resort is really pushing it with the theme and the names of some of these places. I'd hate to take a fetish club seriously if it has a name like that.
[ she peers into the window of one of the bedrooms--oh, this is really frilly and tacky and love-hotel-room-aesthetic-y. nothing particularly wrong with that either, but she'll never get in the mood in somewhere like that.
probably.
well, maybe it'd be hard to turn her off entirely if texas is around. but some venues might give her a run for the money. ]
....it isn't like I sleep much around despite being stuck here for five months. But, I get it. (not much, anyway. how she maintains her spade mark from saturating was more or less by chance, but it isn't as if she was that experienced. the few people she's friends with and slept with aside (thank god she keeps her mouth shut, she isn't going to tell lappland she slept with three of her friends) she's done her share of hustling through the usual penguin logistics way. the problem is that doesn't pay for everything.
she might as well take that subject change, she's got a feeling anything further on that is going to get bad. come to think of it, there is a lot of bird themed places. too many. enough that cellinia wonders if the house has a thing for puns from the sheer number.)
It gets worse. There's also the Glided Cage, Great Tit, Birdbucks, and the library is named Swan Lake.
(the idea is there, honestly, on what they might have been going for with names. texas only knew of the glided cage right away because that was where she was brought to at first. then she wound up seeing aak there being made to act as a servant....not exactly a face she wanted to see, either. anyway, her eyes look over the window of the bedroom lappland is at then she makes a face, what kind of aesthetic is that?) Whoever decorated that one needs to rethink their job. (luckily, the one texas peeks over at beside it seems to be decorated more with luxury. deep reds, luxurious couch and bed, and lit candles in it.
....second thought, never mind, now she notices it half looks like someone took rose petal aesthetic too far after noticing there are a lot of them flung around.)
[ relax, she's not going to kill anyone just because texas fucked some people. probably. she'd probably just about assume texas must have been fucking that angel or that idol or even that forte in that little delivery company of hers, or maybe that she'd done so at least once. the blonde one looks cute after all, especially in that opera gown.
... which, come to think of it, has some amount of similarity in the evening dress lappland is currently in. hm. ]
'Great Tit' is at least somewhat cute or clever. The others I can take or leave. [ maybe she's somewhat a hater. ] Or I'd like to leave, anyway. [ all things considered, of course, she's not exactly thrilled to be stuck here. even if texas is around. but, maybe, she can't complain as much when texas is around. she peers alongside to the next room, nudging her head next to texas', ] Hm, this one doesn't seem half as bad though!
[ actually she doesn't mind flowers at all. kind of cheesy, but harmless enough. and she's actually somewhat of a romantic in her own questionable way. ]
(surprisingly, texas hasn't. not once with the other girls in penguin logistics, but that's also left unmentioned. maybe that isn't too surprising, or maybe it can be a surprise. though if she did think of sora due to the similarities in dresses, that's also unknown. cellinia likely wasn't helping much given she was wearing a full-blown costume meant for a carnevale. well. was wearing one, given she did have to replace it with a much easier to remove suit to come back in.
lappland being that much of a hate again won't surprise texas, though. she might complain about some of the food, and texas won't quite blame her for it after hearing broca ranting on for once over it. or rather, seeing it while she scrolled the network on occasion.) It's a dessert shop, also. Though I don't eat there much, I've been trying to practice cooking. (the thought trails off when her head gets nudged aside for lappland to get a better peek in the room. it is cheesy, admittedly. the owners of the hideaway must have been going for that sort of romantic vibe is her best guess, but she did blink slowly. now that caught her off guard. best not to say anything at being surprised lappland could like something leaning into cheesy romantic.)
This one then? We can probably request things from the staff if anything springs to mind before we go in.
(and after, she guesses. they did seem that accommodating for their guests and players of this game.)
[ ... ] You don't need to go to a dessert shop, Texas. If you want something sweet, I can make it.
Just as long as I have access to a kitchen, anyway.
[ just saying. she'd so casually show up with millefoglie or chocolate just on the chance she'd bump into texas in volsinii, the only issue is if she makes something it may as well be a coin flip between a lavish patissier's dream or if it'd look lovely but actually be texas' least favorite flavor. such is the risk when dealing with her.
she opens the door and casually waltzes in; petals aside, it's not as if she's terribly picky when it comes to wherever she'd like to fuck someone in, especially if it's texas, unless it's amazingly egregious. but it might be the siracusan in her, she does rather like luxury and dark colors and drapery and candles and something at least a little mood-setting, to an extent. an attempt made for mood. ]
What will you request of them, hmm?
Go on, let's ask for your favorite sex toy. We'll make it a somewhat pleasant experience, just maybe.
(as risky as that is in some ways, she did offer already that much. a perk of starting off in the high life, a decent suite being something that texas got. maybe this spares texas a little of the trouble were they to be there together for the long haul. she's more likely to attract attention because of her own rank, being near royalty meant the staff would give her plenty of that. they'd answer her questions, her requests, and just about anything else she needed (were it something possible to do for them for her rank) from them.
cellinia however, doesn't trust them. not as far as she can throw them before she pauses at the door, a foot in and thinking about it.
it is a nice room, but it's not like they can complain much. any cheesy or gaudiness aside, they did do a good job at the decor. texas can admit she isn't quite picky herself, but it was nice to have a decent space for these things. the colors set the tone, the mood. from lit candles to dimmed down lights while after a moment she finally:)
Why don't I request mine and yours, then both?
(might as well go the extra mile for this, texas knows what she'd request for herself. it would either be a wand or a bullet vibrator.)
[ actually. she should probably be hiding low, after what craziness she'd gotten into back in the garage. smashing a guy straight into a pillar and probably getting confronted or chased by security detail... hilarious if she'll have to watch herself from the staff of the resort here, but honestly she's just about considering how much of an ordeal it'd be if she simply kills her way out of being apprehended.
and her little stunt in the garage definitely put her in the hole finances-wise, not that she cares terribly much about funds. but it's true, staff probably won't listen to her. ]
Probably. Though they listened to me back then until I tried running away from being an auction prize.
(those markings of silver thorn vines that were wrapped around her arms weren't exactly....helpful. to put it simply. texas was given a different treatment from that, they used those to force compliance while also ensuring that she didn't escape the casino. by doing that she couldn't even use her arts too, that was another issue she wasn't going to mention just in case. then again, it didn't help that she had some other stuff happening earlier that would remain unsaid.
anyway, cellinia wasn't too bothered. she's been making some of her chips back from her recent stint of buying christmas gifts for people she knew and thought about in the resort. she's even gotten a couple herself that haven't been shown off yet. as for what lappland might request, there's a few things that come to mind. might as well name off the few that came to mind.)
A strap-on, a clit sucker, or a vibrator? (likely one of those bullet ones that cellinia thought of asking for, but if she were made to guess any others....that might be harder. she hasn't quite gone that far with looking into toys, either. she knows the classics, the basics, but not anything harder past those. if it were something leaning towards a different direction, though, that would take her time to think about.
or to look up on her watch to see what it looks like, since that conveniently is their means of accessing anything online and their bank accounts.)
Well running is one of your many talents, cucciola. [ just saying, as someone who'd probably borne the greatest brunt to it. how definitive it was, for texas to have dueled her twice for the right to flee the homeland the first, then fight for it the second. there aren't, genuinely, any bitter feelings--
or if there were, she'd resolved to sever them after that second duel. she idly considers whether she'd run from being sold at an auction and... probably not, honestly. she'd probably try to make her buyer's life a living hell instead. ]
We don't necessarily have to start off too hard, unless you want to. But at the very least I want a strap. [ what can she say if she wants to fuck the woman she l... she's obsessed with, however much she may or may not remain so. how difficult it is to sever the feelings that defined her entire life. ]
But if you're feeling really adventurous, let's go for all three.
(she did snarl (at being called puppy) for a moment, no, no. she'll rein it in. good thing she wasn't looking behind her while they were discussing this, this is still supposed to be their time playing the game. even if the thoughts there for texas to ignore her designation. she likely could. but that's a thought for after their request is fulfilled. all three? she's already thinking about if all three would be a good idea. given texas did consider a vibrator already, that would mark that crossed off.
two out of three might be a better idea, but she's already been making bad decisions throughout this week and across the evenings. so, why not? it's a rarer chance that she could actually not have to worry about certain struggles with intimacy. with if she's doing too much due to differences in herself and whoever her partner was for that moment shared.)
Maybe save the clit sucker for later, but I'll still request them. I already thought about getting a vibe or wand, so I'll count the vibe as mine.
(that should be enough, unless they did add the wand to it. she's already waving over one of the staff members if they're done. texas already plans on after this trying to find a meal that isn't spiked with aphrodisiacs, a week of partying is going to make her more hungry the longer it goes on. and the longer that she's active in other means from the games.)
[ seems the only thing she could get offended by is the slight, because the fact that texas runs is the truth. the flash of teeth from lappland is all the more return of a challenge--at this point, neither of them might refrain from confronting the homeland. but texas has a lifetime of avoidance she's sure wouldn't be broken so easily.
it really is so bitter. ]
Make it a nice fat knotty one for me, if you will. Let's see just how much that pussy could take. [ the flash of teeth, the lash of her tail, the sudden flare of her scent; somewhat more in the mood from a snarl, from being pinched back then. sex isn't supposed to be something so pleasant with her, for the most part. she could just about approach it as if a fight, in which there's a winner or loser.
and fucking burns a nice amount of calories for working up an appetite after. ]
(bitter or not, she knows better than to feel slighted by pointing out how often she runs. she's the escape artist of them. the girl that can disappear at the drop of a hat, capable of turning crowds into looking at her if she wanted to. because her words were nothing to sneeze at whenever texas does use them. she isn't theatrical like lappland, but there is a certain charisma to it that speaks louder than most would have realized.
whatever, she'll get that strap for her. though it's a flash of teeth from texas in response, a near growl given when the staff member she called up stands there awkwardly behind her. they didn't catch it, not the scent between them. not the way it flares in excitement that normally wasn't seen in texas during her stay across the months. nobody else has wound her up in this way. enough to growl, enough to feel agitated when:
"M-miss Texas? You called for me?"
awkward tone, awkward voice and confusion. concern, but it interrupts for now while she gives the request. the vibe, the knotty strap, and clit sucker. her suit mark is burning again at the idea of her "fighting" in encouragement, a demand for her to teach lappland not to mess with her. normally she'd ignore it (she's debating on it) but it's tempting her in that way she's staring again. teeth flashed out again like nothing interrupted her earlier once they leave.)
If they have one, I'd be surprised.
(she'll play, this time, as the mark burns. seethes, pressing into buried down emotions and desires again. because she hates bending knee to anyone, anything, this is entertainment to whatever higher being loves to fuck with her. she'll do it, but she won't stand for following along entirely.)
[ a roll of her eyes--not exactly at texas, but, ] Any sex club worth their salt should be able to get their hands on one. [ or, well, maybe not exactly. but this is some silly interdimensional kidnapping hedonist casino sex club or whatever, so she's not going to try to make much common sense out of it. anyway it's not as if she herself makes a habit of purchasing dicks when she's more concerned with, say, killing for hire or search-and-destroy missions or considering what to do about the matter of homeland.
she's a busy woman, or maybe she barely is. but if she's truly stuck here for the time being, she supposes she has time.
her hand goes to take texas' chin in her grip; her claws are sheathed by the black opera gloves she wears, but regardless there's hint of sharpness to her fingertips as her eyes near glow and she steps into texas' personal bubble, her tail stiff behind her, the demeanor of an alpha wolf just about daring texas to challenge her. ]
Now if you're an annoyed little pup, recall that chance dealt you that unlucky card for you to submit to me.
The only question is if you'll even be good at it. [ her grin baring fangs, the sharp of a beast's smile. ]
(they'd have knotted cock dildos of all damn things on hand? she almost wants to bite on that whenever her chin gets grabbed, the press of claws through fabric while texas closes the door with ease. no, they didn't need a show from them. not whenever she spots the way lappland's tail is stiff and how pleased the other woman seems to be. one would think that texas might just shut up and take it as she's always done in these scenarios, unfortunately for them that will not be happening. not at this moment.
not ever, can she submit to lappland? the answer is clear in how she snarls at that grin, at being called "little pup" over the cards they drew. to say that cellinia was thinking strongly about something was an understatement. what she does instead is grab lappland's hand by the wrist (and if able) whenever she comes closer, shoves her against the wall. away from that window, pressed up against her body roughly and growling. teeth bared as if ready to tear into flesh like a wild beast more than a person.
that look in her eye must be delicacy right now, who else could get a rise like this from her? sure, that suit of hers has been laying out the groundwork in making that easier. but that didn't change it. not how she seems to be taking the idea.)
Do I really want to play that role? You tell me.
(that scent is stronger in the air from the way she growls it out (all guttural and low in a violent purr) from snarled teeth and excitement. seems like they both had time if they were busy trying to find that strap-on that was requested primarily. a little too much time.)
[ well she wouldn't complain at all if she might try to bully texas in public or in front of resort employees or just about in front of anyone, if it really came down to it. whether she's an exhibitionist or simply doesn't give a fuck... maybe a little bit of both. maybe it depends on the scenario. maybe she wouldn't even mind putting on a strap and just about railing texas on top of some betting table in the middle of the casino if she were able. actually, what a tasty idea that could be--
she could read texas' intent, from a lifetime of play-fighting and fight-fighting and dueling and clashing with her. she allows for texas to grab her and even pin her to the wall; her laugh is high and pleased and interrupted only briefly by the slam of her there, even as she rounds into the motion to control her own impact-- ] Ah--rough play from a little runaway. Must be that I struck a nerve! I've called you that before, you know!
[ to the doctor, and maybe not quite to texas' face. but honestly she wouldn't particularly have a reason not to tell it straight to her anyway. ] How puppies bark and growl when they're offended, like you're doing. Whereas adults in more confidence know if falsehoods are worth getting so riled up over...
Perhaps there's a part of you that wants to be tamed or trained if you want to roughhouse like an unruly pet. Or, [ leaning in closer, the sharp of her teeth towards texas' mouth, the hiss of her breath. her smile unflinching, almost casual in contrast to that growl, ]
You want to be punished into it.
[ how things might be different if she at least had a weapon, but whenever she points one at texas for anything beyond a spar, how funny, it always tends to happen for a duel to the death. ]
(the runaway part she can give less of a fuck about, she is one. maybe she also wouldn't give a damn if she got caught teaching someone a lesson for provoking her for now on in public spaces, didn't matter if staff saw or some random faceless guests. she's thinking about it and how much of a better idea that sounds over her game of pretending, ignoring her problems. that demand is there to do it. to show people just how she truly is under the surface.
annoying. that wasn't what she wanted, not to be tamed or punished. what she desires is anything but being made into someone's trained pet. lappland says that, but there is plenty texas can say in response. why isn't she? because that's not on her mind to do. this isn't offense, this is her and her hackles rising. this is agitation, provocations (if any) were answered in how she does snarl.)
You're one to talk whenever you're getting turned on by this. (a hiss of her own, the low growl not even pausing but briefly. their scents are mingling, but she knows. that's always undeniable that texas can notice. they're both wolves, but it's hypocritical of her to say that while snarling. while they're pressed up against one another against this wall, with teeth bared and lips near to bite down with at any given time.
seeing as how she didn't recall lappland telling her this before, she could have guessed it was the doctor lappland mentioned it to. who else talks to her on board the landship that didn't completely turn tail and run not long after from the impression they can get? that doesn't change the fact she's barking up the wrong tree. unless that was the intention. cellinia did recall their younger years, lappland's biting remarks and everything about what she did. about how the people in the country called texas more siracusan than siracusan's.)
I couldn't care less about you calling me a runaway, but I'm not your dog, and I'm not some pup to tame to heel.
(perhaps it's better texas didn't know about the contraband holdout weapons, otherwise this could have gotten bad real fast. or good, depending on how it's viewed. maybe even better that she didn't ask for something for a bit of weapon play for the moment they're in.)
[ she's pretty damn turned on and it's not a secret to both of them, but, ] So are you, dolcezza. [ there's a laugh, quiet but growing louder as her knee goes to slide between texas' legs, between her thighs, to press against her crotch. the fact that texas wears shorts like this is... well it sure is texas of her. lappland's fantasies of ripping a dress off her might have to wait another day, or maybe she'd rather keep it on, the nice thing is she sure can fuck even with a dress on. ]
You're a runaway, I'm not quite. I had to be banished, unlike you. [ like a mad dog, she'd turned her fangs on her own famiglia. not a murder and then an escape, she had to have the entire famiglia and country lock her out. ] And maybe that's the difference between us. You turned tail. [ on me, she could almost say, but bites her tongue.
her hand goes to stroke texas' cheek, seemingly gentle for a moment--before seizing and pinching it, as if to a misbehaving pet, ]
Is that really such a thing a true wolf would do, rather than a pup? [ she leans in closer still, teeth now nipping to texas' ear, the slice of her teeth and bared smile, ] You'll have to tell me.
[ she knows, all her life, texas doesn't belong to her.
but she could dream and burn for wanting it anyway. ]
(the press of lappland's knee to her crotch wasn't quite a surprise, but she did growl again. as though she threatens to snap those teeth of hers down at any time on lappland, but maybe that's further hypocritical of her. not the way her hands hike that dress up and run along pale thighs. to grab and squeeze into the meat of them while gloved fingertips and trimmed claws press down into the inner part in a threat of their own. she couldn't care about waiting the longer this provocation continues.
this song and dance they've both been locked in about their history in some ways. the gentle stroke made her raise a brow, but what came after was another story. texas snarls out curses under her breath at lappland's pinch from being caught off guard, seems like someone has taught her other "words" from one of her friends. at least by the string of "fuck" being hissed out over a yelp before texas forces it down.) Sorry, but I don't believe that either of us counts as true wolves with the things we've done. (one killed her familiga, her father even, and left. the other? the other was no better on terms of misdeeds from her exile.
but that didn't change the way her body is reacting, how their bodies are reacting to one another. her point is still one that she means. why would they count, why would lappland even count as a true wolf? they aren't, lappland especially is not.
cellinia doesn't even come close with teeth slicing into one of those ears of hers, the other flicks upwards and tenses for once. sensitive, but they have sensitive ears or texas does. her claws dig and grip into lappland's thighs through the gloves, as if they want to rip through and move her legs aside. she's thinking about it, she wouldn't kneel or be tamed by anyone.
that's always rung true, even in a hellhole like the golden peacock. yet it didn't stop her from liking it, from liking how lappland tries. tries to tame her, tries to keep up with her and have her. yes, texas likes it a little too much with not making this easy.)
Because we're both not even cut out to be true wolves. Us? The two that ran away and were thrown out? That isn't even much of a joke to make you laugh, of all damn people if someone else said it.
[ not to be some nationalist or speciesist or anything, because she’s not. the both of them have been scarred and wounded and near broken by the homeland, and yet… how completely twisted of her, to have thought the country and its ways inevitable and inescapable. all her life she’d helped texas, almost without a second thought, just about helping her escape while she herself sunk in the mud and just wanted texas to put an end to it before she could actually run free.
every touch, every squeeze pulls at her bastard heart that just about wanted one thing, one person all her life. but they might just be too different, because— ] If you’re not a wolf, what are you? I know what I am. You might not even believe in ‘truth’, because you kept running from everything. From friends, from the famiglia and country, from… maybe, from what you really think or want. [ her hand strokes into texas’ hair, an almost soothing gentleness, as affectionate as a lover’s. her sheer violence, but she’d so rarely ever bared it to texas outside of duels. maybe her heart is such a betrayer that she could still be kind or soft to her, though underneath it is the bitterness and blackness of covetousness. ]
You ran and I was thrown out, I’m a lone wolf but I’m still a wolf.
You still reject… everything. Maybe that’s your new method of turning tail.
(of them, texas was the one that knew the country would come back to haunt her. one day. she did make that deal with zaaro, she even waited for it. a small part of her hoped that gut feeling had been wrong. that she could have begun to let her guard drop, allow herself to attempt moving on while waiting for the inevitable. that didn't happen. what happened was the day did come for her, there was no hiding or pretending siracusa wasn't always on her heels in some parts of her thoughts. except there's more to what she was saying.
texas didn't consider herself a true wolf, but that was a given. she considers herself a wolf still (even a lone wolf despite her friends) regardless of everything. because she did have one way of thinking about herself.) I don't need to be a true wolf to be who I am. Still a wolf, still a lone wolf, with or without the country waxing poetic about me. (her hands only pause their threats for texas to reach and remove one glove from her costume, the leather covering her other hand takes its grip back up. rough, harsh along her thigh to part her legs nice and proper. to run her now bare hand upwards with a destination in mind, a rather obvious one in their back and forth when it stops short of her panties. they're still turned on.)
Or are you saying that I have to consider myself a true wolf to know who I am?
(the gentle strokes almost feel like a mockery when cellinia decides because lappland did take her ear, she can make the most of something from their positions. her teeth tease exposed skin, nips and nibbles, scrapes along lappland's neck through fabric. maybe even threatening to bite it off from flicks of her tongue to leave a trail of wet marks and teeth near latching down in something almost bloody.)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
peacockstop2025-01-15 09:00 pm
no subject
figures, though. they both got the matching role. did it matter if they'd play by the rules? maybe not. but that's if they're going in together. she doesn't expect lappland to stick with her if she decides she wants to try testing the subs in the hideaway, texas herself might just avoid them or go out for a smoke. the parties been draining enough that she's had to deal with the urge being stronger. that and she wasn't able to bring her pocky with her since she was caught going to buy more originally.
she's not the one that knows bdsm exactly, or the one that knows everything to do around the subject. this isn't her sort of territory.)
....looks like it. So what now?
(as long as this isn't about to result in cellinia getting dragged into something else she might feel the urge to chain-smoke from. there's been too much of that lately. with her only break being during december, that does say plenty about what the resort does to people.)
no subject
oh, and that pinch. she nearly yips like a puppy because that's definitely not something she'd actually ever expect from her; her tail swats as she claps a hand over her mouth. it's almost too embarrassing to admit she'd made a sound like that. there's definitely something up with texas, that she's been so obliging and touchy and affectionate and... if she thinks about it, it's still like a dream that something like this could be happening. she should distrust it, with all the skepticism and understanding and distance that's been between them for years and their entire lives.
but she likes it so much. heat goes to her cheeks as she resists another smack or anything. actually, that's juvenile. she could pay her back in-- ] Seems we select a room and... I could a hazard a guess there'll be some naughtiness expected of us in there.
Last chance to back out before I make you cry and squeal like a musbeast, Texas.
[ sure, she'd been the one wanting to do this, but she likes being a pest and a bastard. all things considered, she supposes if texas really hates the idea of this, she'll give her an out. ]
no subject
anyway, that yip was worth it. she doesn't always do these things to begin with, but that's what a little break in character does. not that texas would talk about hearing lappland make a sound like this, if anything this is more an amusement for herself. that and she almost wonders how exactly the other wolf seems to be handling this better than cellinia thought. thinking about it, there are a number of reasons that neither should get into whenever this is a party.
another glare, cry and squeal. right. as foreign as this would be, part of her might be easier to provoke. that can also be blamed on her lovely (no) suit. giving up control, the idea isn't one which texas could say she likes the sound of. especially not to someone beside her. still, it's a game. the pay-out might be nice, and she did need the chips. getting those christmas gifts was a bit of a pretty penny.
....and maybe there's enough morbid curiosity on what can happen.)
Do I look like I'd squeal? (staff seems to have caught on to her habits, since one of them brought over an ashtray for her to take in. that, or they assumed she might use those cigarettes for anything but her own consumption of them this time.)
no subject
It's a joke, Texas. That being said, I'm sure I could pull one out of you if I put my mind to it.
But I'll be so gracious as to allow you to choose the room or even toys within if we're going to play this game. Play like this is usually a two-way street, you know. [ with the sub in control of setting the limits rather than the dom. not to talk herself up as some expert on kink, because she's not, and she usually likes things rough and hard and obscene and even dubconny. but if she has a soft spot or sentimentality or consideration for anyone, it's always always texas. ah, funny, if she had anything like feelings it really would always be for texas. she could think all she'd like in the privacy of her mind about how she'd sure like to make her cry, and she truthfully does, but whether she actually goes through with it is another story.
she raises an eyebrow at the ashtray offered. one ear flicks; she personally hasn't smoked since the old days, hasn't lapsed and doesn't plan to, but she supposes texas might be more stressed out than her. ]
I would've thought that you wouldn't want to submit to anyone at all, least of all me, regardless of whatever prize or money might be offered.
no subject
but that's a thought for later while holding that ashtray and looking around for a free room. it's quieter there than the casino hall, it gives her a chance to think over hearing the way that the guests would loudly push about cheer. happiness as they saw it in something that makes texas feel her skin crawl, makes her want to raise her hackles as a means of protecting herself too often. stress isn't the half of it, not even that frustration in what she's been dealing with.)
Money is money, sadly. Though it's not even that, obviously I don't like the idea of giving up control. (not even to other people if one were to include them and lappland together, but.) I'm more curious since I haven't gone around all the resort. Not to the Naked Yolk, which has this kind of play around it, anyway.
(ugh. or maybe she should have considered visiting the ugly duckling on her own time if she's going to feel half like this is a mistake. it's a bit too late now, isn't it? she's come this far, no use in backing out now while making her way towards one of the rooms that seems empty and unused. hopefully she doesn't regret this.)
no subject
... change of subject. ] Anyway, aren't all yolks naked? How would they be dressed, exactly? This resort is really pushing it with the theme and the names of some of these places. I'd hate to take a fetish club seriously if it has a name like that.
[ she peers into the window of one of the bedrooms--oh, this is really frilly and tacky and love-hotel-room-aesthetic-y. nothing particularly wrong with that either, but she'll never get in the mood in somewhere like that.
probably.
well, maybe it'd be hard to turn her off entirely if texas is around. but some venues might give her a run for the money. ]
no subject
she might as well take that subject change, she's got a feeling anything further on that is going to get bad. come to think of it, there is a lot of bird themed places. too many. enough that cellinia wonders if the house has a thing for puns from the sheer number.)
It gets worse. There's also the Glided Cage, Great Tit, Birdbucks, and the library is named Swan Lake.
(the idea is there, honestly, on what they might have been going for with names. texas only knew of the glided cage right away because that was where she was brought to at first. then she wound up seeing aak there being made to act as a servant....not exactly a face she wanted to see, either. anyway, her eyes look over the window of the bedroom lappland is at then she makes a face, what kind of aesthetic is that?) Whoever decorated that one needs to rethink their job. (luckily, the one texas peeks over at beside it seems to be decorated more with luxury. deep reds, luxurious couch and bed, and lit candles in it.
....second thought, never mind, now she notices it half looks like someone took rose petal aesthetic too far after noticing there are a lot of them flung around.)
no subject
... which, come to think of it, has some amount of similarity in the evening dress lappland is currently in. hm. ]
'Great Tit' is at least somewhat cute or clever. The others I can take or leave. [ maybe she's somewhat a hater. ] Or I'd like to leave, anyway. [ all things considered, of course, she's not exactly thrilled to be stuck here. even if texas is around. but, maybe, she can't complain as much when texas is around. she peers alongside to the next room, nudging her head next to texas', ] Hm, this one doesn't seem half as bad though!
[ actually she doesn't mind flowers at all. kind of cheesy, but harmless enough. and she's actually somewhat of a romantic in her own questionable way. ]
no subject
lappland being that much of a hate again won't surprise texas, though. she might complain about some of the food, and texas won't quite blame her for it after hearing broca ranting on for once over it. or rather, seeing it while she scrolled the network on occasion.) It's a dessert shop, also. Though I don't eat there much, I've been trying to practice cooking. (the thought trails off when her head gets nudged aside for lappland to get a better peek in the room. it is cheesy, admittedly. the owners of the hideaway must have been going for that sort of romantic vibe is her best guess, but she did blink slowly. now that caught her off guard. best not to say anything at being surprised lappland could like something leaning into cheesy romantic.)
This one then? We can probably request things from the staff if anything springs to mind before we go in.
(and after, she guesses. they did seem that accommodating for their guests and players of this game.)
no subject
Just as long as I have access to a kitchen, anyway.
[ just saying. she'd so casually show up with millefoglie or chocolate just on the chance she'd bump into texas in volsinii, the only issue is if she makes something it may as well be a coin flip between a lavish patissier's dream or if it'd look lovely but actually be texas' least favorite flavor. such is the risk when dealing with her.
she opens the door and casually waltzes in; petals aside, it's not as if she's terribly picky when it comes to wherever she'd like to fuck someone in, especially if it's texas, unless it's amazingly egregious. but it might be the siracusan in her, she does rather like luxury and dark colors and drapery and candles and something at least a little mood-setting, to an extent. an attempt made for mood. ]
What will you request of them, hmm?
Go on, let's ask for your favorite sex toy. We'll make it a somewhat pleasant experience, just maybe.
no subject
(as risky as that is in some ways, she did offer already that much. a perk of starting off in the high life, a decent suite being something that texas got. maybe this spares texas a little of the trouble were they to be there together for the long haul. she's more likely to attract attention because of her own rank, being near royalty meant the staff would give her plenty of that. they'd answer her questions, her requests, and just about anything else she needed (were it something possible to do for them for her rank) from them.
cellinia however, doesn't trust them. not as far as she can throw them before she pauses at the door, a foot in and thinking about it.
it is a nice room, but it's not like they can complain much. any cheesy or gaudiness aside, they did do a good job at the decor. texas can admit she isn't quite picky herself, but it was nice to have a decent space for these things. the colors set the tone, the mood. from lit candles to dimmed down lights while after a moment she finally:)
Why don't I request mine and yours, then both?
(might as well go the extra mile for this, texas knows what she'd request for herself. it would either be a wand or a bullet vibrator.)
no subject
Because they might not listen to me?
[ actually. she should probably be hiding low, after what craziness she'd gotten into back in the garage. smashing a guy straight into a pillar and probably getting confronted or chased by security detail... hilarious if she'll have to watch herself from the staff of the resort here, but honestly she's just about considering how much of an ordeal it'd be if she simply kills her way out of being apprehended.
and her little stunt in the garage definitely put her in the hole finances-wise, not that she cares terribly much about funds. but it's true, staff probably won't listen to her. ]
Want to take a guess what I'd request, then?
no subject
(those markings of silver thorn vines that were wrapped around her arms weren't exactly....helpful. to put it simply. texas was given a different treatment from that, they used those to force compliance while also ensuring that she didn't escape the casino. by doing that she couldn't even use her arts too, that was another issue she wasn't going to mention just in case. then again, it didn't help that she had some other stuff happening earlier that would remain unsaid.
anyway, cellinia wasn't too bothered. she's been making some of her chips back from her recent stint of buying christmas gifts for people she knew and thought about in the resort. she's even gotten a couple herself that haven't been shown off yet. as for what lappland might request, there's a few things that come to mind. might as well name off the few that came to mind.)
A strap-on, a clit sucker, or a vibrator? (likely one of those bullet ones that cellinia thought of asking for, but if she were made to guess any others....that might be harder. she hasn't quite gone that far with looking into toys, either. she knows the classics, the basics, but not anything harder past those. if it were something leaning towards a different direction, though, that would take her time to think about.
or to look up on her watch to see what it looks like, since that conveniently is their means of accessing anything online and their bank accounts.)
no subject
or if there were, she'd resolved to sever them after that second duel. she idly considers whether she'd run from being sold at an auction and... probably not, honestly. she'd probably try to make her buyer's life a living hell instead. ]
We don't necessarily have to start off too hard, unless you want to. But at the very least I want a strap. [ what can she say if she wants to fuck the woman she l... she's obsessed with, however much she may or may not remain so. how difficult it is to sever the feelings that defined her entire life. ]
But if you're feeling really adventurous, let's go for all three.
no subject
two out of three might be a better idea, but she's already been making bad decisions throughout this week and across the evenings. so, why not? it's a rarer chance that she could actually not have to worry about certain struggles with intimacy. with if she's doing too much due to differences in herself and whoever her partner was for that moment shared.)
Maybe save the clit sucker for later, but I'll still request them. I already thought about getting a vibe or wand, so I'll count the vibe as mine.
(that should be enough, unless they did add the wand to it. she's already waving over one of the staff members if they're done. texas already plans on after this trying to find a meal that isn't spiked with aphrodisiacs, a week of partying is going to make her more hungry the longer it goes on. and the longer that she's active in other means from the games.)
no subject
it really is so bitter. ]
Make it a nice fat knotty one for me, if you will. Let's see just how much that pussy could take. [ the flash of teeth, the lash of her tail, the sudden flare of her scent; somewhat more in the mood from a snarl, from being pinched back then. sex isn't supposed to be something so pleasant with her, for the most part. she could just about approach it as if a fight, in which there's a winner or loser.
and fucking burns a nice amount of calories for working up an appetite after. ]
no subject
whatever, she'll get that strap for her. though it's a flash of teeth from texas in response, a near growl given when the staff member she called up stands there awkwardly behind her. they didn't catch it, not the scent between them. not the way it flares in excitement that normally wasn't seen in texas during her stay across the months. nobody else has wound her up in this way. enough to growl, enough to feel agitated when:
"M-miss Texas? You called for me?"
awkward tone, awkward voice and confusion. concern, but it interrupts for now while she gives the request. the vibe, the knotty strap, and clit sucker. her suit mark is burning again at the idea of her "fighting" in encouragement, a demand for her to teach lappland not to mess with her. normally she'd ignore it (she's debating on it) but it's tempting her in that way she's staring again. teeth flashed out again like nothing interrupted her earlier once they leave.)
If they have one, I'd be surprised.
(she'll play, this time, as the mark burns. seethes, pressing into buried down emotions and desires again. because she hates bending knee to anyone, anything, this is entertainment to whatever higher being loves to fuck with her. she'll do it, but she won't stand for following along entirely.)
no subject
she's a busy woman, or maybe she barely is. but if she's truly stuck here for the time being, she supposes she has time.
her hand goes to take texas' chin in her grip; her claws are sheathed by the black opera gloves she wears, but regardless there's hint of sharpness to her fingertips as her eyes near glow and she steps into texas' personal bubble, her tail stiff behind her, the demeanor of an alpha wolf just about daring texas to challenge her. ]
Now if you're an annoyed little pup, recall that chance dealt you that unlucky card for you to submit to me.
The only question is if you'll even be good at it. [ her grin baring fangs, the sharp of a beast's smile. ]
no subject
not ever, can she submit to lappland? the answer is clear in how she snarls at that grin, at being called "little pup" over the cards they drew. to say that cellinia was thinking strongly about something was an understatement. what she does instead is grab lappland's hand by the wrist (and if able) whenever she comes closer, shoves her against the wall. away from that window, pressed up against her body roughly and growling. teeth bared as if ready to tear into flesh like a wild beast more than a person.
that look in her eye must be delicacy right now, who else could get a rise like this from her? sure, that suit of hers has been laying out the groundwork in making that easier. but that didn't change it. not how she seems to be taking the idea.)
Do I really want to play that role? You tell me.
(that scent is stronger in the air from the way she growls it out (all guttural and low in a violent purr) from snarled teeth and excitement. seems like they both had time if they were busy trying to find that strap-on that was requested primarily. a little too much time.)
no subject
she could read texas' intent, from a lifetime of play-fighting and fight-fighting and dueling and clashing with her. she allows for texas to grab her and even pin her to the wall; her laugh is high and pleased and interrupted only briefly by the slam of her there, even as she rounds into the motion to control her own impact-- ] Ah--rough play from a little runaway. Must be that I struck a nerve! I've called you that before, you know!
[ to the doctor, and maybe not quite to texas' face. but honestly she wouldn't particularly have a reason not to tell it straight to her anyway. ] How puppies bark and growl when they're offended, like you're doing. Whereas adults in more confidence know if falsehoods are worth getting so riled up over...
Perhaps there's a part of you that wants to be tamed or trained if you want to roughhouse like an unruly pet. Or, [ leaning in closer, the sharp of her teeth towards texas' mouth, the hiss of her breath. her smile unflinching, almost casual in contrast to that growl, ]
You want to be punished into it.
[ how things might be different if she at least had a weapon, but whenever she points one at texas for anything beyond a spar, how funny, it always tends to happen for a duel to the death. ]
no subject
annoying. that wasn't what she wanted, not to be tamed or punished. what she desires is anything but being made into someone's trained pet. lappland says that, but there is plenty texas can say in response. why isn't she? because that's not on her mind to do. this isn't offense, this is her and her hackles rising. this is agitation, provocations (if any) were answered in how she does snarl.)
You're one to talk whenever you're getting turned on by this. (a hiss of her own, the low growl not even pausing but briefly. their scents are mingling, but she knows. that's always undeniable that texas can notice. they're both wolves, but it's hypocritical of her to say that while snarling. while they're pressed up against one another against this wall, with teeth bared and lips near to bite down with at any given time.
seeing as how she didn't recall lappland telling her this before, she could have guessed it was the doctor lappland mentioned it to. who else talks to her on board the landship that didn't completely turn tail and run not long after from the impression they can get? that doesn't change the fact she's barking up the wrong tree. unless that was the intention. cellinia did recall their younger years, lappland's biting remarks and everything about what she did. about how the people in the country called texas more siracusan than siracusan's.)
I couldn't care less about you calling me a runaway, but I'm not your dog, and I'm not some pup to tame to heel.
(perhaps it's better texas didn't know about the contraband holdout weapons, otherwise this could have gotten bad real fast. or good, depending on how it's viewed. maybe even better that she didn't ask for something for a bit of weapon play for the moment they're in.)
no subject
You're a runaway, I'm not quite. I had to be banished, unlike you. [ like a mad dog, she'd turned her fangs on her own famiglia. not a murder and then an escape, she had to have the entire famiglia and country lock her out. ] And maybe that's the difference between us. You turned tail. [ on me, she could almost say, but bites her tongue.
her hand goes to stroke texas' cheek, seemingly gentle for a moment--before seizing and pinching it, as if to a misbehaving pet, ]
Is that really such a thing a true wolf would do, rather than a pup? [ she leans in closer still, teeth now nipping to texas' ear, the slice of her teeth and bared smile, ] You'll have to tell me.
[ she knows, all her life, texas doesn't belong to her.
but she could dream and burn for wanting it anyway. ]
no subject
this song and dance they've both been locked in about their history in some ways. the gentle stroke made her raise a brow, but what came after was another story. texas snarls out curses under her breath at lappland's pinch from being caught off guard, seems like someone has taught her other "words" from one of her friends. at least by the string of "fuck" being hissed out over a yelp before texas forces it down.) Sorry, but I don't believe that either of us counts as true wolves with the things we've done. (one killed her familiga, her father even, and left. the other? the other was no better on terms of misdeeds from her exile.
but that didn't change the way her body is reacting, how their bodies are reacting to one another. her point is still one that she means. why would they count, why would lappland even count as a true wolf? they aren't, lappland especially is not.
cellinia doesn't even come close with teeth slicing into one of those ears of hers, the other flicks upwards and tenses for once. sensitive, but they have sensitive ears or texas does. her claws dig and grip into lappland's thighs through the gloves, as if they want to rip through and move her legs aside. she's thinking about it, she wouldn't kneel or be tamed by anyone.
that's always rung true, even in a hellhole like the golden peacock. yet it didn't stop her from liking it, from liking how lappland tries. tries to tame her, tries to keep up with her and have her. yes, texas likes it a little too much with not making this easy.)
Because we're both not even cut out to be true wolves. Us? The two that ran away and were thrown out? That isn't even much of a joke to make you laugh, of all damn people if someone else said it.
no subject
every touch, every squeeze pulls at her bastard heart that just about wanted one thing, one person all her life. but they might just be too different, because— ] If you’re not a wolf, what are you? I know what I am. You might not even believe in ‘truth’, because you kept running from everything. From friends, from the famiglia and country, from… maybe, from what you really think or want. [ her hand strokes into texas’ hair, an almost soothing gentleness, as affectionate as a lover’s. her sheer violence, but she’d so rarely ever bared it to texas outside of duels. maybe her heart is such a betrayer that she could still be kind or soft to her, though underneath it is the bitterness and blackness of covetousness. ]
You ran and I was thrown out, I’m a lone wolf but I’m still a wolf.
You still reject… everything. Maybe that’s your new method of turning tail.
no subject
texas didn't consider herself a true wolf, but that was a given. she considers herself a wolf still (even a lone wolf despite her friends) regardless of everything. because she did have one way of thinking about herself.) I don't need to be a true wolf to be who I am. Still a wolf, still a lone wolf, with or without the country waxing poetic about me. (her hands only pause their threats for texas to reach and remove one glove from her costume, the leather covering her other hand takes its grip back up. rough, harsh along her thigh to part her legs nice and proper. to run her now bare hand upwards with a destination in mind, a rather obvious one in their back and forth when it stops short of her panties. they're still turned on.)
Or are you saying that I have to consider myself a true wolf to know who I am?
(the gentle strokes almost feel like a mockery when cellinia decides because lappland did take her ear, she can make the most of something from their positions. her teeth tease exposed skin, nips and nibbles, scrapes along lappland's neck through fabric. maybe even threatening to bite it off from flicks of her tongue to leave a trail of wet marks and teeth near latching down in something almost bloody.)
(no subject)
(no subject)