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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 22, 2019, 09:43:54 PM »

Charis smiled at his compliment. Chin tucked and lashes lowered. ”Thank you.” She told him primly, cheeks pink, as if they had not shared more lewd banter than a simple compliment. The simplicity of it was the reason it was so nice.

”No, honey, you say everything right.” Charis told him, tapping the tip of his nose. That was the kicker, wasn’t it? It made him dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with violence or Jewels. Just with good old charm. And charm had always been her weakness. Along with money.

”Can you?” She came around the counter, gesturing to the door. ”You seem the sort who is good at it. Or at keeping your own, anyhow.” Hand on the knob, Charis twisted to face him. Shoulders holding the door shut behind her. Between them she offered her hand, palm up to be filled with a small vial full of opalescent liquid.

”Just a drop, mkay?” Winking again, Charis stretched up to slip a kiss to his cheek before opening the door. ”Don’t be a stranger, honey.”


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 22, 2019, 07:10:57 PM »

Charis laughed. Not the affected giggle she often used on men, but an actual laugh. "Why thank you." She managed to say, breathless from mirth. He really was something else. One of a kind for certain. He came a little closer, leaning into her touch. And her teasing.

"I'm not." Lips still twitching in amusement, she gave his arm a squeeze and a pat. Then withdrew back into herself. It wasn't right to go tumbling into bed with new business partners. Especially before they'd proven the good sort. At least that's what she told herself.

Tobias was interested in pushing his luck, however. Just not up Charis' skirts. He wanted what so many did. The sort of thing you had to ask carefully about. Even more carefully than sex. Charis tapped her chin. "Why don't we see where things take us. No need to give away all our secrets at first meeting." She winked.


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 17, 2019, 07:39:42 PM »

”You’re one of a kind, honey.” Charis never would have suspected such softness under his big gruff exterior. Unless it was just a line. Sometimes it was and the man might not even realize. Turned off once the truth really came out. Girl not charming enough when she wasn’t playing at it. Life was complicated like that.

Tobias seemed quite pleased with himself. And with her. Eyes traveling down and up again. Business talk only taking the keen edge off rather than destroying his appreciate completely. Charis thought it was cute. So was his hinting. As she’d suspected, it was more than just her skills as a healer that had caught this family’s attention.

Probably not a good thing.

”You’re very naughty.” Charis purred at him, hand crossing the counter to touch his arm. ”And a flirt.” But he was sweet. Smiling, Charis folded her arms beneath her breasts and shrugged. ”I’m happy to help. Any way I can.” Business was always good for business. If it got messy, she’d beg Isidore or Runner to set her up somewhere else.


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 15, 2019, 11:01:19 AM »

"Maybe for men." Charis laughed. "A lady has to be more subtle." She teased him, eyes bright, lips curving into a soft smirk. Too many were put off by boldness in women. Charis had to be careful. A balance and reputation to maintain. Living two lives with secrets in both.

Both more and less comfortable with business talk. Charis stood up a little straighter, hips leaning into the edge of the counter, rather than her body draping over it. Business was different than pleasure, though sometimes they spilled over into each other. But she had a measure of professionalism.

Especially with new agents she still wasn't sure of.

"I see. That all sounds simple enough." Something nearly any healer could have offered them. Charis wondered why she had been chosen, then, an idea of why apparent but not a certainty. "Almost too simple. Sure you're not hiding something?" Voice sweet, despite the bluntness of her question. Shoulders rolling back and down to enhance her breasts and keep him sweet too.

He seemed to like them, little as they were.


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 11, 2019, 05:32:20 PM »

"I try not to boast." But she did smile, lips lifting upward, big eyes hidden by fluttering lashes. Charis worked hard at her craft, both the obvious and less so. It was a matter of pride for her to do well, and she reaped many benefits for her labors. Big, gruff Tobias was beginning to seem like another of those rewards.

"True. But it makes it no less unpleasant." Shoulders shifting beneath her sweater, Charis' smile grew smaller, without disappearing completely. "You might be right." Much as it went against the grain. Much as she worried he was about to use something similar on her.

Thankfully he gentled, touch traveling to less threatening places. Charis settled, and placed all her attention back onto Tobias. Focused on finding out just what it was that had brought him in here. Her attentiveness rewarded as he slowly dolled out the reason for his visit.

"Oh?" Was that where she had heard of him? Charis lifted a hand and then dropped it. No need to chew her nails like a nervous apprentice. She'd dealt with bigger and scarier. They just didn't usually talk about family. Grinning back at him, Charis tipped her head to the side. "I don't know that I do anything special." She was just a healer, like any other.

But this was a business proposition. An important one, if there was a family backing it. One that was obviously used to using violence to get its way. "Are there terms? Exclusions?" She wouldn't forfeit any of her current arrangements to accommodate something new. From people she was unsure of.


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 09, 2019, 08:08:20 AM »

"Healers duty." So easy to explain everything away with those words. It extended to her other work as well. Other territories knew the healing help opium offered. And Charis knew just how much being able to relax and give up control meant to those with Jewels too dark to be touched by common drink. Experienced missed out on unless they wanted to destroy their liver trying to out pace their Jewels.

She was just helping. People wound too tight were dangerous!

"If that's what you need, then that's what I offer. Healers duty." Charis' mouth hitched higher on one side, thumb caressing the tendons along the back of his hand. "But no, I do my not to inflict any sort of hurt if it can be helped." Sometimes a bone had to be broken again to be set properly. And sometimes you had to hurt others to save yourself.

Charis just hoped it never came to that for herself.

Worried that now might test that. But Tobias softened, fingers moving from the delicate column of her throat to her cheek. A slightly less intimate and vastly less intimidating touch. She turned into the touch before he withdrew it. "I was hoping you wouldn't." She'd endure pain when she had to, but that was usually a different sort of game that didn't threaten her life. Just her perceptions.

"I'm sorry Tobias." Charis flattened her hands on the counter and fixed her position. "I'll stand very still and listen." She promised, eyes on his face, and attention fixated all on him. She was curious to know why he'd come. Certain it wasn't for the flirting, though that was nice too. Big, soft man.


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 08, 2019, 07:52:24 AM »

"Nature of the job," Charis informed him with a wink bank. "Very little makes me uncomfortable." She did not know how other healers managed, but there was a disconnect when she faced ugliness. Wounds. Infection. The ugly truth behind some injuries. It emboldened her in life. Sure she could face anything, even sly prince's who liked to flirt and look down her blouse.

Just as she'd invited him to do. Other things in life had enabled her as well. Taught her that limits weren't always hard walls, and that sometimes there was pleasure just over the cusp of pain. Perhaps it was a false sense of security, or an arrogance for her ability, but Charis thought she could manage a Green Jeweled prince after handling an Ebon-grey warlord prince.

"Ooooh." She cooed in sympathy, hand covering his over his hurt. "Poor big man, all banged up." Charis knew he wasn't hurt at all, and just playing it up. Lip sticking out at her like a big baby. She smiled and let a little craft play over his arm anyway. Just a tickle of something cool to tease his senses. Eyes only leaving his for a moment when he reached for her. Stomach and heart fluttering as he trailed fingers over her neck.

Instinctively, she knew it would be easy for him to wrap his hand around her throat and strangle the life right out of her body. Physically, at least. She knew too, that she did not know him well enough to know if it would easy easy for him temperamentally, too. And he had come here for a reason. "I'm all done, honey." Lips parting, Charis tried to turn her fear into arousal, even though she knew men were capable of hurting women they loved and fucked regularly.

But a little foreplay might slow him down if he meant to hurt her.

"Tell me all about it and I'll make sure your hurts are all patched up." Whatever she had to do survive.


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 02, 2019, 07:24:43 PM »

He was wicked. Winking, Charis continued the teasing. ”I never said I settled, prince.” Easily pleased as she was, Charis was always eager to be pleased. And do the pleasing, which was half the fun. Though perhaps her tastes were broader than they had been once before.

Around them the shop was quiet. Glistening glass baubles watching the pair. Brews and tinctures that did not judge or whisper about the nearness shared by strangers. This was no simple exchange between healer and patient. This was the linger glances of man and woman. A different sort of judging.

Charis shifted her weight into her elbows. Leaning back into her heels. It allowed her to look at him without so much strain on her neck. It drew the neckline of her sweater flush against her skin again, but her body weighed suggestively against the fabric, straining it. ”If that’s the way you prefer it, Tobias.” She agreed cheekily. First name basis made everyone more relaxed. Unless they were the sort that needed the formality to feel comfortable. Charis knew a few who did.

She always wondered what they were like when they loosened up.

Charis offered Tobias his ear. The prince was close enough she could feel his breath tickling her skin and stirring her hair. Voice dropping to a whisper as he flirted heavily. Charis grinned. She really wished she knew more about him! She was certain she should. ”You, sir, are a flirt!” Not a pinch of upset in the accusation. Charis playfully slapped at his forearm as if she would shoo him away if she dared, testing him. What was his temper?

”And why would you come all the way here to meet little ole me?” She questioned sweetly, neck still mostly exposed. If there was temper under his play she knew how to submit. ”You’re fit to give a girl a big ego, Tobias.”


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 02, 2019, 02:06:26 PM »

”Ooh.” Charis blushed prettily, and on cue. ”I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of that.” She giggled. It wasn’t a high, girlish sound. Throatier than that. Charis hadn’t been a girl for a while. She knew what she wanted, and more importantly, she was keen to know what others wanted more. Eyes slow in the way she took him in. And he was doing the same. Smile stretching slow and knowing like.

What a nice, big gruff man.

Tobias joined Charis at the counter. Both of them leaning in until they took up all of it. Hardly room left for her register or displays. Book practically vanishing beneath them. She breathed carefully, keeping her heart rate from rising to panicked fast. She didn’t want to incite any sort of prey drive. Charis made sure he had plenty to look at. Or at least plenty of what she had for him to look at. Not buxom in her own right, Charis knew how to make the most of what she had.

”Thank you. I believe my father picked it.” Too far from home to ask, and Charis had no interest in going back to find out. Or at all, really. ”Much as I enjoy it, prince Marasfield, and would be flattered to think so, I doubt you came in here just to compliment me.” She fluttered her lashes on him, palms opening and turning up in offering. ”Unless you did?” It had been a long time since a man had tracked her down just to flirt.

They always wanted something other than sex. Healing. A brew. A way to keep their Jewels but lose their restrictions. Charis was capable of a lot of things to please anyone, man or woman. So it wasn’t often someone was interested in just Charis herself. She didn’t mind. That was how the world worked. She was usually in it for something extra too.


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Roeselare Province / Re: buttons up
« on: June 02, 2019, 01:04:37 PM »

Charis patted the cover of her log book, fingers teasing the grain of the leather. She liked her books bound in such a way, but she didn't like the texture for clothing. There was just something about leather that was both too slick and not slick enough.

"Charis, prince. Just Charis." She had thought about adopting a surname as was common in Little Terreille, but it was not among her people. And she was different enough that most never assumed she was a native. It gave her an air of mystery that appealed to many. "I keep meaning to put it on the door, but I haven't found an artist I like." She joked. There was advertisement, and there was just folly.

She pressed a nail into the log cover, wondering if she should come around the counter. He was big, but didn't seem threatening. Patiently waiting for a reaction, Charis thought, with the way he looked at her. Smile and eyes hinting. Big gruff man. She smiled back, wider. Maybe she should have known something. She would have to ask around. Runner might know.

"Does it pass muster?" She cooed, hands sliding over her log book until she was leaning on it, weight resting in her forearms. It brought them closer without her having to give up the barrier of her counter. Plus, she knew it made the neckline of her sweater loosen across her chest. "My name, I mean."


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Roeselare Province / buttons up
« on: June 02, 2019, 12:26:54 PM »

Charis looked up. Shop tidy, tall shelves full of pots, jars and various glass bottles. Vials lined up nicely in little holders. Fancy scroll work up the sides and along the fronts. Cabinets carved with various healing plants, leaves and blooms broad and detailed. She'd tipped Kite with a kiss when he'd finished them for her. And Isi had supplied the marks for their purchase.

Behind the counter, she was filling out her books. A tidy list to go with her tidy shop of things she would need to order. All of them mundane. Safe for curious eyes to peek at. Hand spreading across the page to hold the book open, Charis put her pen down and smiled at the man who entered. Soft healer probes checking for caste and Jewels.

"Welcome in, Prince." Her life was so full of big men lately! At least this one didn't wear Jewels dark enough to make her soul quake. Green was a good, steady Jewel, just dark enough to command respect rather than have to really earn it. But not so fretful as a Sapphire or Red. Nor as terrifying as anything darker than that.

Hair an elaborate braid around the secret of her antlers, Charis wore a full, pleated skirt, and fitted sweater, the beading on her corset just visible against the stretch of the fabric. Pen slipped in the crease of the pages, she closed her book and tilted her head at him sweetly. "What can I help you with?" She asked, eyes wide and smile friendly.




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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.


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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.


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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?


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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?”


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