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Roeselare Province / Re: Cat and mouse
« on: March 31, 2019, 10:03:43 AM »

"I've heard as much." The only real experience Charis had with babies was as a healer. There had been some, before. Children of the herd, but she had never been made to mind them. Anyone could have told she wasn't the sort, and mothers were hesitant to leave their children in the care of those who were not. Charis really didn't want to talk about babies though. Especially not with Kite. So she brought him inside and changed the subject, tongue tracing the inside of her lower lip at the way he looked.

Poor sweet thing, he was sweating! Charis tisked softly and helped him out of his coat so he wouldn't be so hot. A smirk lingering at the corner of her mouth because she didn't think it was all because he was overdressed. She tried distracting him with a little small talk, but it didn't seem to help, and Charis didn't really mind. She smiled at him cheerfully, his coat dangling from her fingers. "I've been just great, thank you for asking. Is that better?" She asked, gesturing to his freed shoulders.

"Are you sure? Its awfully heavy, even for a Glacian coat." She bounced it with her fingers and grimaced as if the weight of it caused her pain. Giving it a little shake, Charis laid it over the back of the couch. "Never, ever? My poor cold friends." She cooed, patting his coat and looking back up at him. He wasn't hard to look at, even with his cheeks all scalded like that and his upper lip beading. Poor thing. Charis couldn't help it. He was just so sweet and cute, she had to tease him.

And he took it so well. Charis giggled at his grin and squeezed the arm he was clutching. So stiff! "If you're sure." She drawled with a smile, head tilting slightly. She leaned up against the little table tucked against her sofa, head nodding. "Good, good." She knew what Runner meant, even if Kite didn't. Charis was tempted to show him. He could have used the loosening up, poor wound tight warlord prince. She wondered if Runner would be upset if she did. Or worse, Kite himself.

Maybe she'd ask. He was a grown man and could decide for himself.

"Do you? Goody!" She winked at him and looked around too, then back at him, on purpose. "Oh, obviously the box," Charis purred, face breaking out into a smile that crinkled the skin at the corner of her eyes and made her cheeks crowd her nose. "Just there on the table is fine," Charis gestured to her dining table, the same one she'd sat at with Isi and Runner, drinking and laughing. "Its good and sturdy." She told him for no reason at all. Doubted that the delivery was very heavy, she was always able to pick it up herself without any help from craft.

"Where are you going after this?" She asked, trailing him to the table and running her fingers along the polished surface. She liked her things to look nice and kept them clean and shined, hiring the task out when she didn't have the time for it herself. "Are you going to explore more of Little Terreille, or do you have to rush off home?" She wondered, back arching as she leaned against the table and looked him over. "I've got food and drinks, if you're not in a hurry." She wondered what he was like when he wasn't so stiff and red faced.

Or really stiff and red faced.

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street [CW]
« on: March 26, 2019, 06:04:43 AM »

”No!” Charis hadn’t let anyone near her doorstep while Isi had slept. She’d barely left it herself, afraid he would wake up while she was gone. Or wake while somebody was there. Worse, how did you explain an unwakable warlord prince should someone have discovered him in her room? Not that people just wandered in there when they visited. But Charis worried.

His laughter didn’t really help. He submitted almost meekly. Too amused to fight off her prying. Arms spread as he left her have her way. It didn’t last though. Charis was almost glad because it had to mean his brain was functioning. She didn’t like the shift in his expression though. It made her nervous. So she apologized again instead of answering his question. Rubbing her face against him so they would smell like each other and he would take pity on her if things got ugly.

Isi didn’t like her light, or her probing. Charis dimmed it and missed her mark as she tried kissing him. A sudden space between them as he pulled back. ”I just want to be sure, baby.” She wasn’t trying to upset him or steal his secrets. But Charis stopped. Withdrawing her probes and vanishing her witchlight with a thought while she explained. Isidore did some probing of his own. Heavy things that made her heart race and her webs shiver.

”Yes.” She answered meekly, hands trying to smooth the look from his face. One rubbing his arm while the other spread across his chest. He still felt like himself. Impossibly solid and real. ”I’m sure, baby.” Charis crept closer, leaning a side into his while he thought about it. She wondered if he could see the passage of time the way he looked at nothing. Though she supposed he wouldn’t ask of he could. ”I’m sorry.” She promised again, turning into his touch and kissing the palm of his hand.

He did yell or hit. Just rolled his eyes at her and admitted dangerous things. Nothing that Charis was a danger to him, even if she had worn something to match his Sapphire. ”It’s alright baby. It’ll go better next time.” She curled some of his hair around her fingers and let him draw her in closer. Hands warm and strong on her back. With craft she turned the heat off on the stove and slid the pan aside just before it began to burn, the changing smell warning her. Laughing, Charis licked at his teeth. He was so very wicked.

”Isi baby, you’re incorrigible.” She thought that was the word anyway. ”Sit still and I’ll feed you.” She promised, making sure his ass was planted in the seat by planting her mouth on his and her arms on his shoulders. He was so sweet. Not even a shout for her mistake. So Charis emptied all the food in the pan onto a plate for him, setting it on the counter with a cup of tea for him to enjoy. And then she knelt next to his seat, to make sure all his hungers were taken care of.

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street [CW]
« on: March 14, 2019, 06:02:12 AM »

He scared her half to death. Unheard over the sizzle of the stove, thick slabs of pork browning in their own juices. Eggs folded around wilting vegetables that hadn’t been crisp when she bought them. It was getting harder, not to mention more expensive, to find edible fruits and vegetables. Worries at the back of her mind while forefront was the fear that Isidore would sleep forever and whoever he belonged to would come looking for him - and be angry.

Screaming, Charis jumped in his arms, wooden spoon knocking a frying pan away from the low flame it had been simmering on. ”Isi!” Charis dragged the pan back to its place and turned in his arms. Hands and probes sweeping over his body with a healer’s interest. The worry belonged wholly to the woman. Burying herself against his body, which was so, so strong, Charis gave a little sob and clung to him.

”I’m so sorry, baby.” And she was! Oh she was so very sorry. Catching his face in her hands, Charis pulled her own from his shoulder and gave him a looking at. Witchlight flashing over her shoulder so she could see how his pupil dilated. She pet his cheek and gave him a kiss. He had such a pouty mouth she couldn’t resist. And if she was nice and good, maybe he’d forgive her.

”It was a wonderful evening, Isi baby.” Top worried about him to pout about her own soreness. Charis definitely wasn’t going to bring it up now. She shooed him back into the stool she kept tucked under her kitchen counter. The longest part made a sort of bar she liked sitting at. ”But baby, you’ve been asleep for three days.” She admitted him. He seemed well enough, but Charis had no chance of getting past his barriers to be sure his brain was addled. Oh she hoped not!

”I was so worried!” Nothing she had tried had woken him. His body had been fine. Whatever it was that made him sleep not something she could purge. Obviously the dosing had been off. Too strong by far. She let a couple of tears slip down her cheeks. ”Are you feeling okay, baby?” Was he still himself? Would he be mad or hurt her?

Roeselare Province / Re: Cat and mouse
« on: March 11, 2019, 06:16:16 AM »

Charis ran probes beneath the door. Bland things, such as a mother or healer might use. Unobtrusive and subtle. With them she checked who was knocking on the other side of her door. Friend, foe, patient? It proved to be kite who wasn’t quite any of those three. Smiling, she used craft to tighten the loosely bound laces of her corset, and opened the very top button of her sweater. And quick peek down her nose showed her a very fine glimpse of cleavage.

Or as much as she was likely to get anyway.

”Yes, Kite?” She answered him with a smile after opening the door. Poor dear, he looked so horribly uncomfortable! Charis knew it wasn’t all because of his too thick coat either. He looked that way near every time she saw him. It made her want to laugh, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Only tease him a little. It was just too delightful the way he blushed. Always trying to escape her notice because he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Charis found it great fun. He was such a sweet thing.

”I bet he’s not. That Runner is a lazy scoundrel if I ever met one.” Charis was still smiling. It took all the bite out of her unkind words. She liked Runner just fine. Just fine indeed. He was a good sort, if a bit smirky. Grabbing the thick fabric of his jacket sleeve, Charis gave Kite a little tug, knowing he probably needed a good kick to the backside to get him from shuffling on her doorstep to actually walking across it.

”Come in, come in!” She laughed, only just getting out of the way. Forcing Kite to squeeze between her and the wall as she pretended to flatten herself against the door. ”Doing business on the stoop is just asking for trouble.” She closed the door and snapped the lock in place, shooing Kite into the sitting room. ”How have you been, Kite my dear? Here, let me help you with your coat.” Charis didn’t really give him much change to answer. Or much choice in the help either. Hands sneaky and quick.

”You must be dying in this thing. Its been warm this fall but they say there will be snow this winter. Makes no sense at all.” She prattled, watching furtively him through her lashes. She didn’t let her hands linger long anywhere. She just wanted to tease him. Something in the way Peregrine kept an eye on his brother made her just a little worried. Plus she was afraid he would melt right into the floor. ”Would you like something?” She asked rather pointedly. ”To drink?”

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street [CW]
« on: March 06, 2019, 08:32:29 PM »

Charis couldn’t deny him. She certainly wouldn’t reject what he wanted to offer of himself. Their bodies shifted. Together. Apart. Together. Soft round pearls and body warmed chain sliding between them. Coiling around and around Isidore’s spear and through Charis’ fingers. She tried to catch her breath as he pulled back. Cold air rushing in between them.

Her hand was caught flush, and Charis could feel the blush that radiated from her chest outward. Up her throat and across her cheeks. Down her stomach as she wiggled her fingers experimentally, giggling as he yanked her clothes through her body. ”That tickles.” She panted, thighs spreading with his knees so she was exposed when he stripped her.

She only wiggled a little as he looped the chain between her legs and around her waist. Soon it was Charis who was caught tight in the coil, pulled until she joined him again. Rocking up and over him. Willing hands spanning his bare chest, ass forgotten as he laid himself out for her. Charis looked him over, settling in his lap, the textured length of his spear caught between them. Kissing his jaw, she rubbed herself against it experimentally, trembling as he spread her cheeks and offered more wickedness.

”Slick?” She nibbled his lower lip pensively, summoning what he wanted from her cabinet as her worries were stripped away. Isi hadn’t done her wrong yet. She dribbled the liquid onto his hands, and her own. Warming it with craft as it spilled from the cap. Leaning into him, Charis wrapped a slick hand around his spear and pulled the chain taut with the other. What happened after was a series of sensations. Warm and wet and textured. The shape of the pearls well defined against her flesh, both inside and outside of her body.

But Isi was gentle, even if Charis wasn’t. Mindless pleasure making her claw and yank. She lost control of the probes monitoring her body as she bucked with orgasm and smothered a scream against his shoulder. Didn’t feel him slipping away from her. Dragged away by her brew. Not until it was too late and Charis didn’t know how to get him back.

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street [CW]
« on: February 19, 2019, 09:25:51 PM »

Charis giggled against his cheek, laying loud, happy kisses upon it. She trailed them over his jaw and ear as well. Lips smacking in exaggeration with each one. ”I’m so happy to hear it.” She wanted him to want her. The warm skin between her breasts slick from his tongue. The chain absorbed her warmth, the pearl hard little beads that nestled into her skin.

It seemed Isi liked the sensation too. Charis drew their bodies together with the chain. Looping it around his spear and her thumb. She drew it tight, tucking the end between her thumb and palm as she explored his flesh. ”Not too naughty, I hope?” She chirped playfully, petting and coaxing as she brushed kisses to his forehead. He was so sweet and good.

And sneaky! She hummed softly, petting his cheek with the back of her free hand. She could feel him there, skimming her barriers and drinking in her psyche. A deep breath set her breasts free of the embroidered hem. ”Peeker.” She scolded, blushing that he might have seen what she thought. His spear draped in gleaming pink pearls. And Charis herself. Resting her cheek against his temple, she continued her exploration, thighs sliding up around his as he spread out over her.

”Again?” The word barely a breath over his ear. Charis tugged, drawing the chain tight. She felt the end unravel from her bodice, sliding over her neck and down her body. Could sense it coiling tight around his cock as her fingers slipped farther down, curling so that her knuckles stroked him. Teasing pressure. Tauntingly gentle. She gasped a little as he twisted her nipple, kissing it better. ”Oh.” She breathed, body swaying toward his.

Laying off petting his hair and shoulders, Charis tugged the chain lower. Wrapping it again and again around his spear. Tugging it tight, she teased her fingers over the tip, soft and gentle counterpart to the pearls. Breathing quick and shallow, Charis’ knuckles changed to curious fingers that circled and pressed, chain tugged when she reached too far. Hips rolling toward his hand in a slow, aching rhythm. ”Yes please, Isi baby.” Charis shivered, knowing he probably had plans just as wicked if not worse than her fantasies. He was always surprising her.

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street
« on: February 17, 2019, 03:24:22 PM »

Her pleasure was sighs and giggles. A shiver running down her body as his thumbs covered the tips of her nipples and tucked them inward. Whorls and callouses plucking at the sensitive skin. Charis liked the way he touched her. It was all very Isidore. Firm without hurting. His touch was strong and sure, but never violent or frightening. She thought it was something he did on purpose.

”I’m glad you think so,” she giggled, kissing the curls that brushed her neck as Isi buried his face between her small breasts. He was just the sweetest, naughtiest man she’d ever met. Charis blushed thinking of all the things he had talked her into, brew swinging in her fingers as she talked him into a bit of something too. Isi was always game, eyeing her work appreciatively once he was done gulping between her tits.

She made her thumb good and wet before teasing the tip of his spear, half curious which way his direction would swing. Toward his spear or her brew. Isi chose both, praising her petting and stealing the vial from her hands. Charis grinned and kissed his mouth back. He was a good kisser with what she assumed was a lot of practice. He never tried to devour her whole face or bruised her teeth with his. And he tasted so good. Like promise.

”Okay baby.” She complied, stretching out on the sofa, Charis lifted her arms up over her head, body arching toward him. She giggled as he poured the brew into her navel, and tried not to kick as he slurped it out. His tongue tickled and made her hot all at once. She could feel it pooling between her thighs which were parted around him, wetting the silk panties she wore beneath her skirt. ”Aha,” she giggled and sighed all at once, stroking his hair, and his shoulder. Charis helped him out of his shirt and touched him all over again, fondling his muscles.

”What is that?” She asked, smiling at his giddiness. Cupping his face, Charis gave in to his kisses. He rained them all over her face, much as she tried to catch them with her lips. It made her giggle and flinch while she rode the knee he pressed between her legs. She wanted his tongue back on her body. Or his spear in it. Sometimes he slipped it places she wasn’t expecting, but Charis liked that too. Kneading his shoulder, she cooed over the chain of pearls as he called it in. ”Never mind that, Isi baby, I’ll clean it up.” Charis kissed him, probes strengthening as she felt him succumbing to her concoction. She drew the chain from his fingers, looping it around his neck and then her own. One end she tucked between her breasts and down the front of her corset.

”Very pretty, thank you Isi baby.” Charis kissed him again, flicking his nipple with the loose end of the chain and pulling them closer together. ”I want you so bad.” And she did, hand down his pants again, she pressed the pearls against his spear as she stroked it, fingers working under his testes to squeeze those too. Looping the chain around the base of his spear, Charis gave it an experimental tug. Could they fuck all tangled up in them? She knew Isi would find a way if she asked, fingers walking down the pulse behind his spear.

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street
« on: January 29, 2019, 08:44:35 PM »

”Oh good.” Charis kept at it then, watching as he really relaxed into the sofa. She pet his shoulder, and smoothed the hair at his temples with the back of her fingers. And traced the length of his spear with her fingers. Base to tip and back again. Gave him a few kisses too, making his earlobe fat between her tongue and teeth. His made his hands greedy. Tugging her close and slinking up her skirt. It made her happy.

And reminded her of the wine. Glass tasted and handed over. Isidore drained it, Charis watching his throat bob while she continued her caressing. Palm flattening over him, grinding, almost, down on his spear. ”Musics nice,” she agreed with a smile. Liked the way he lapped up her attention. It was tricky business getting the whole of it from anyone, much less a man. Usually Charis would have worried, but Isi already knew her biggest secret. And his attention hadn’t proved dangerous yet.

”That’s a nice tune.” Back arching to follow his tongue. Head going where Isi wanted it. Some acts were forbidden among her people. Derided. But she loved when he used them to put her just where she was needed. Knew he liked it too. ”Mmm.” Her hips rocked slowly, hands leaving Isi’s hair and spear to pull her blouse over her head. Breasts held up by a delicate silk corset. Her nipples just showing above the embroidered hem.

”Better, baby?” She never knew what he wanted on or off. It changed every time, playful man that he was. Skin going gooseflesh, Charis called in a bottle. And inside the bottle was a storm. Effervescent clouds swirling inside in greys and pinks. She turned it in her fingers, holding it up for him to see. ”Pretty, isn’t it?” She watched his face through the swirl of translucent color and then drew the stopper out.

”Not all of it, Isi-baby. I’m not sure how strong it is.” Half would be safe, Charis was sure. The whole bottle probably, for Isidore. But she wanted to be careful. She liked him much better when he could focus a little bit on her. It was always disappointing when a man got so high he forgot you were there. Charis wasn’t going to let that happen though, parting the top of Isidore’s trousers so she could run her thumb along the hidden tip of his spear after wetting it on her tongue.

”Is that good too?” Charis asked, settling probes at all the key points of his body. She left his spear for a moment, which she had been warming her hand with, and opened his shirt, watching warm skin and hard muscle appear beneath the parting fabric. He really was beautiful. Charis doubted she had ever met a manlier man. Or a more attractive one. ”Now I’m the one who wants to eat you up,” she giggled before sucking his tongue. Just the way she wanted to suck the rest of him.

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street
« on: January 28, 2019, 07:49:17 PM »

She giggled, bouncing on the cushion at his side, thigh never once slipping from his hand. ”Comfortable?” Charis never was sure if he was showing off or if it was just how he was. All that power and ability. He was probably used to it. She didn’t think she ever would be. But Charis didn’t have forever to grow accustomed to Isidore’s displays. He would get bored eventually and move on. But she’d keep him as long as she could. Their arrangement was mutually beneficial.

Very beneficial.

”You are naughty.” She whispered, tucking her hip against his and pulling over a wine bottle. Charis worked the cork out with craft, tipping her tonic down the neck while Isidore looked her over. Eyes and probes making sure she hadn’t gotten up to any trouble or too much fun while he was gone. At least that’s what Charis thought he was looking for. She never had asked, just let him do as he liked. Smiling, she leaned over and put the wine bottle on the table, breast brushing his knee.

”You’d be bored, locked upstairs all day while I worked.” It might have been nice to have a man like Isidore waiting at home for her. But Charis would worry too much that she’d been gone too long or that her patients were too loud. He was handsome, and he hadn’t snarled once when Runner had come by. Charis’ fingers dipped inward as he slid down into her hand. Whatever he wanted was fine with her.

”No dinner then. Just some wine and your clever Charis to take care of you.” She squeezed, thumb brushing the tip of his spear. He did need taking care of too. She was sure his job was stressful. He was always traveling, telling her about places he had been and things he’d seen. Busy man. She poured wine into the glasses without looking, thighs pressing together and then sliding apart as his fingers slipped up her skirt. Heat flushing from her navel to the dark places below. ”That’s kind of like dinner?” She teased breathlessly.

Why would she want to say no to anything he wanted? ”I’ve been fine, Isi-baby.” Charis promised, sliding her hand over his waking spear. ”Just you is plenty.” Words given back when he would let her catch her breath. Lips sucked to plumpness. They tingled from the gathering of blood, their color darkening. She forgot about the wine. Fondling him, Charis slid into his lap, mouth traveling across his cheek to his ear. She sucked his lobe before leaning back and grabbing him a wine glass, fingers curling his pants around his spear.

”Drink. You wanted a party, remember?” Charis drank first, turning the glass around so he could put his lips in the same place hers had been.

Little Terreille Archives / Re: Easy Street
« on: January 27, 2019, 09:22:51 PM »

Charis looked at the door with wide, doe eyes. The rhythm sent a tremble down her spine. Not all bad. Just a healthy dose of fear to go with everything else. Isi was always kind, even when he wasn’t always gentle, but he was usually that too. He just had that sort of caste and those sort of jewels that made a girl worry. Not enough to keep her from opening the door and letting him. Meeting him with a smile every time because Charis was aways happy to see-

”Isi-baby!” As if she were surprised by who was behind the door. Smile bright and arms ready. He didn’t do waiting, coming right in and scooping her close, same time as he chased the mouse right out of her house. No one else in it but her. ”I always miss you,” Charis promised, playing with his dark curls and kissing his cheek. Sometimes she didn’t know she was missing him until he showed up, but once he had she knew she’d been doing just that.

”Little ole me?” She purred and blushed before he took her mouth over. Lips and tongue going straight to her soul. Whimpering, Charis hung on a little tighter, knees suddenly weak and her spine like jelly. She locked the door up tight and rubbed his chest through his shirt. Her poor Isi. Something must have been weighing on him, groaning like a wounded thing in her throat. Charis kept on petting, more than happy to do whatever he needed, and anything he wanted too. ”You’re sweet Isi-baby.” He really was. Just the sweetest.

Disentangling herself from him with a few more kisses and a whole lot more petting, Charis lead him into the sitting room, fingers working her braids lose from her antlers and tying them up again beneath rather than over. ”I have just the thing to go in that wine.” She told him over her shoulder. She always did. Flavor and colorless, it helped the alcohol sink past even a jeweled metabolism. Helped it act faster than a jewel could burn it off. And thanks to Isi, Charis could get any jewel in the realms drunk, unless there was a Black lurking out there somewhere.

Charis curled up on the sofa with him, calling in the neatly stoppered bottle to treat the wine with, hand resting on his thigh. ”I’ve been working on something too. How kind of you to come just when I was needing someone to test it on.” His jewels were the measure. It would he easier to scale it back for any others once she had to dosage right for Isidore. And with his Ebon-gray, there was no chance of her hurting him. Or hardly any.

”You wanna eat first, Isi-baby? I can cook you something.” Charis wandered a couple of wine glasses in from the kitchen, her hand running a warm path up and down his thigh.

Roeselare Province / Re: Fancy that
« on: November 08, 2018, 06:25:52 AM »

Charis couldn’t keep up with the looks passed between the males. They were too subtle and too quick, the depth of their barriers hid as much from her as their furtive glances. They were being polite, and that was enough for Charis. No turmoil on the surface. Isi seemed to settle just fine into company. Laughing at his own jokes. Laughing at everything.

Deerest. Charis heard the difference even if Runner didn’t. She knew what Isi liked. The little things that made her different from other women. Face rubbing against her. She crooned and stroked his hair, eyes closing as she leaned into him. Her skin was too warm everywhere he touched. Cheeks pink because they had company, an audience. Runner sitting at the table with them while Charis gave in to every touch. She couldn’t do anything but give in.

”Nothing too wild, I promise.” Charis added it to his wine. Eating and dosing while the boys talked Jewels and metal. Measuring each other up in that way men had when they weren’t using violence. She watched Runner’s wine color deepen, the flavor would change just a little. Sharper. Isi was kneading her hip, thighs flexing under her. Charis licked sweet sauce from her lip and felt her stomach tighten as his hips rocked into her.

”Where’s Nukti?” She asked with a giggle. Hadn’t he just said he was from Glacia? Charis pet his thigh. Later, her fingers promised as they past close but not close enough. Knowing that if he wanted now she would give him now, it didn’t matter who was watching. Eyes catching Runner’s when he glanced at her, she smiled and drank more wine. It gave her courage. Let her giggle instead of tremble.

”What is she going to do with your balls I wonder? Keep her Jewels in them?” The queen a far away rumor to Charis. She could think of better uses for Runner’s balls. He was handsome too. But it was safer not to think about such things with Isi in town, much less right under her ass, nestled into her. If he didn’t get too distracted by things she couldn’t see, Charis knew he would take very good care of her later. And buy her something nice after too. She didn’t even mind if he pulled her antlers. He always made up for it.

Charis refilled all the glances and snuck another bite in.

”Bottoms up, boys.” Smiling at the table, leaning forward into it, cheek pressed into her hand as they chatted. ”I heard there was a big rumble in Glacia recently. Did an iceberg melt?”

Roeselare Province / Re: Fancy that
« on: October 21, 2018, 09:45:46 PM »

”What would I do with one of those?” Charis laughed. A Mister Charis, the idea was absurd. She would have to give up so much freedom and fun if there was a husband. Though she was unlikely to be lonely if she had one. But she wasn’t lonely now, either. Isidore holding her tight. Almost too tight. ”Probably a neighbor.” Maybe they were being too noisy. Charis had had a bottle of wine to herself, and a tiny taste of Isi’s brew, tongue sweeping a bead of it from his lip.

”It’ll be fine, Isi baby, don’t worry.” A flippant promise. Trouble rarely darkened her doorway, the worst of it being someone in need of healing. Or sobering. She kept her shop neat and her business tidy so the guard never suspected. Even now, with Peregrine on her doorstep, no one looked their way. Maybe it was avoidance. There were two in attendance now, the weight of their combined Jewels pressing some of the wine from her blood.

”You’re right, you never do.” Just as neat and careful as Charis herself. She could count on Peregrine to avoid trouble rather than make it. She still worried just a little, having them in the same room at the same time, but Isi was in a good mood and Peregrine was smart. If Charis was smart too it would probably play out fine. That or she would be the first to die and so the one to suffer least.

At the table they all settled and made acquaintance. Isi seemed friendly enough, which allowed Charis to relax some of her worries. Laughing as he kept her from falling from his lap as he moved. Eyes rolling she picked at her plate, able to eat now that he wasn’t bouncing her toward arousal. ”Now, now. No business behind my back.” She scolded, making sure everyone’s glasses were nice and full while she chewed.

Charis wasn’t really worried. Peregrine couldn’t make a brew like she could, and she’d seen Isidore on plain opium. Her business was secured for the foreseeable future. Until either the opium of Isidore’s taste for it ran out. Eyes drifting between the two men, Charis tried and failed to suppress a shiver, fingers gripping Isi’s shoulder tight. Licking her lips, she tried to come up with something to talk about. To keep the atmosphere friendly.

”I’ve something that’ll take the wine to your head, if you’d like, Runner.” The curse of dark Jewels. Charis herself couldn’t get drunk without also getting sick, and she liked the fuzzy, joyful feeling alcohol gave her. So she’d worked something up, similar principles applied to the brew she’d given Isi, but much less potent, and not intoxicating in itself either. ”It just sort of eases the way.” She explained before sneaking in a few more bites.

”There’s always room for one more at a party, isn’t there?” And that’s what they’d been having. A little dinner party. With candles and wine and music. And an opium brew for Isi. Charis swept a quick probe over him, just to he sure he was suffering no adverse effects. It wasn’t perfect, especially since the recipe she’d was using wasn’t wholly her own.

Roeselare Province / Fancy that
« on: October 21, 2018, 02:44:12 PM »

Charis bounced on Isidore’s knee. Knife and fork skittering across the plate as she tried to cut her food through the jostling. It didn’t work, metal screeching across porcelain at a pitch that made her ears ache. Laughing, she gave up, utensils clattering as she dropped them to cling to him. The shallow rise of her nose brushing his cheek, antler scrapping the back of his chair. She wore flowers and chains woven through them.

”I’ll be hungry forever if you keep that up.” At least her stomach would be. Charis doubted Isidore would keep much of anything else wanting. He was insatiable. In the short time Charis had come to know him, Isidore had broken her bed, her table, and a sitting chair, though the last had been an accident. And replaced all of them with furniture twice as nice. Hands behind his knees, Charis rode out the bouncing. It really wasn’t unpleasant.

Leaning back, Charis tried to decide just how hungry she was - and how long she could go without food before becoming weak - when someone knocked on the door. The candles on the table flickered, and Charis’ hands tightened on Isidore’s thigh where they had worked their way upward, nearly tucked under her own where they straddled him.

”Who is that?” She asked, as if he would know, wide eyes turned toward him in surprise. Isidore looked no more knowledgable than Charis herself, but twice as dangerous. He was so very big. And very scary. But he was handsome, rich, and very good in bed. Rocking on him, Charis patted his knee. ”I’ll go see! You pour more wine.” Her hair rose, winding through her antlers so that they were hidden.

”Oh!” Door opened, she grinned, head tipped back so she could look up at Peregrine. Two big men for dinner tonight it seemed. ”Hello Runner. You can come in, but you must behave, hmm? And have some wine.” Twirling, Charis lead the way back to the table. Empty bottles and food spread across the once crisp white table cloth. She kicked her seat out for Peregrine and settled back in Isidore’s lap, arm looping around the back of his neck.

”Runner, Isi.” She waved the space between them and giggled. ”Aren’t I lucky. Have a drink Runner, there’s food still too if you’re hungry.” She leaned into Isi and whispered in his ear, lips pressed against its curves and voice low so Peregrine couldn’t eavesdrop like the wicked thing he was. ”Runner brings me opium.” She explained, hand stroking the hard muscles of his chest. She didn’t know what sort of jealousy Isidore possessed, and did not want to find out.

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