FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[villieldr]

( A quiet hiss as the bite becomes a pleased hum at the sound of her name, and that fleeting touch becomes a slow, steady roll of pressure. She can feel Manu straining beneath her. Smaller, the way that most people are slighter than her, but neither weak nor fragile. There is strength woven through each part of her, and then a filigree of tenderness. She is soft only when others cannot see it, it seems. She suspects that she might be tender in shows of protectiveness, as some wild mother might be.

Her hand quickens. )

Come. ( Soft - not quite a command, not so presumptuous, but certainly encouragement. )

[shri]

[ How easy that is - and that is all it needs to be. Her head rolling back, her hips twitching half maddeningly like a puppet to strings. The dancing of shadow shapes like a Kathputli doll. Her mouth falling open until it is barely even a word, or a sense of itself. She scratches her, deep, down her arms, clawing in some maddened grip that is lacking any sense of decency, and oh, if that were not the glorious point.

That when she comes, she does it without a reservation, because she has been asked, and there is no space but to do otherwise, and she gives and gives and gives. Her hair tangled up on the pillow, black and inky, her back twisting sharpy up to press them together and finally, finally, everything else in her mind: forgotten. Just that she is fire, burning from the inside out, that she has only this tinder in front of her to latch onto by both hands. Covering and curling about like flames did. ]

[villieldr]

( As Manu reaches the crest of it, Magni's hand begins to slow. She doesn't stop completely until she has ridden out the crashes of sensation, until the fresh stings being drawn up on her skin are stilled. The sting remains, but no new ones are summoned, and that will do.

There is no silence. Breath comes roughly, sheets rasp under the shift of limbs, and Magni drops her head to rest against the line where neck and shoulder meet, tilting her head to press a kiss to Manu's throat. Quiet, but not silent, as she enjoys the comparative stillness. Perhaps it could be peaceful; perhaps she can at least pretend it is, as she slowly draws her hand away. )