shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

I am sure they would praise you most heartily if you did.

Room or office?

Room.

( There's no reply for a while, until there's a knock at the door.

And behind the door? Magni, being Magni, living her Magni life. )

[ And Lakshmi opens it, down to the shirtsleeves, rolled up to her elbow, boots off but socks on. Clearly between her roles at the moment. Business to attend to later, the last of her work finished for now on behalf of the Inquisition. A scattering of books and clothes but all of it - as ever, neatly ordered. In its place. ]

Come in.

[ She steps back, waving her on as she goes to finish up the last of what she was working on. Not that a word of is legible to anyone but herself, all those long letters of her own language. ]

( Out of habit, now, the boots are pulled off before she steps in, looming into the room. Takes in familiar details, notes differences, tilts her head at the sight of the script. Her fingers trace the lines without touching the page or ink, and she looks to Lakshmi conspiratorially. )

Keeping your love poems secret?

[ The flick of pages, the thump of one book on top of another fill the space between words. Lakshmi laughs as she works, a brief sound tossed over her shoulder before she goes back to her clearing. Leaning over the desk to put things in their appropriate places. Queen she might have been once, but let it be said she did not need servants to look after herself. ]

You should be so lucky, they would be truly awful if I were writing them.

( Isn't it

unfortunate

that Magni is taking a seat on the desk

that Lakshmi is trying to

clear

what a shame

a random happenstance

oh

no )

[ It happens to be, no less, right as Lakshmi goes to grab a piece of paper that - Magni just goes and sits on. She blinks, surprised, tugging briefly before she looks up and fixes her with a look. ]

After something?

[ Pronounced with the firm knowledge of just what that answer is with the prompting. Her hand plants palm down, wrist turned up, leaning in that half breath of space towards Magni. To hold that gaze still, leaning her hip on the edge of the desk. ]

( A blink of surprise.

Such surprise. Very genuine. )

Me?

( The brief drop of her gaze towards Lakshmi's mouth is not very subtle, alas. )

[ Oh, she is sure it is so very genuine. What on earth could she want? ]

Oh, yes.

[ But she snaps her hand before Magni could squirm too far free, could come up with something witty to distract her from the thought, that follows through to action, taking a strong grip about her collar. Hooking by it to reel her down ( all her coy questions about being so damn tall come full circle ) and stop, just in front of her. ]

Unless you simply want for me to read the notes from my meeting this morning with Enchanter Herian?

[ The kiss does not come, of course it does not, when did either of them make it so easy? But the smile curls. Her head tilting. To let play and ghost the soft breath against Magni's cheek. Chasing it with the tip of her nose up the line of her jaw. ]

I am no diplomat.

( Quiet, a casual dismissal of that very unhelpful suggestion, thanks. The delivery and tone of it wouldn't really suggest that she's just been pulled closer by her collar, even if it does just slightly betray the flicker of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

But her Manu is being stubborn and silly. She's pretend to complain, but it wouldn't be very convincing and she tilts her head to catch her cheekbone with a kiss, try to interrupt that playful running along her jaw with a stubborn kiss. )

[ And there is such a joy to it, to being solidly kissed. Smiling into it. A laughter as soft as their lips and she chases it briefly. Letting her fingers relax that little, splaying wider against the material, that light brush against her lower jaw. Because she is in a merry mood, after all, her teasing today.

But if she thinks that is the end of it - ]

Ah - ! [ She pulls up, not far, her eyes looking down them, watching Magni's lips. ] Of course, my mistake, you must have surely come to tell me how my sword fares.

( hoisted on her own petard

Magni leans back very slightly, eyebrows raising only very slightly, betraying her faint incredulity. )

That is a bad euphemism. ( And she says it so seriously, settling her hands at Manu's waist, and gently guiding her closer, if she will comply. ) But I will indulge it, if you demand it.

[ She steps with it, coming to settle between Magni's knees. Opting to slide her arms over her shoulders as she does so. Her elbows hooked over and around to settle against her back. Just as promised, her fingers tangling with the ends of her hair. ]

I am paying you for such a thing.

[ - And she might be utterly oblivious to what she really means by that. Because she is a woman that has lived in a brothel for years now, but she is a busy one. She cares for the girls, has an ear for their troubles when they need it, but a sword is a thing in her hand that cuts down her enemies, is her pride and the honour of her people. ]

Euphemisms?

( Quiet, as she tilts her head so she can look to Manu.

The closeness, the fingertips playing through the ends of her hair, makes Magni smile a little more, as she lightly circles her thumbs over Manu’s hips. )

Perhaps I have something to entertain you.

Do you just?

[ There is a challenging lift to her head, a go on then, that she juts with her chin. A laughter that is brimming behind words and eyes, that crinkles in little lines that belong to an older woman, all worn in with time. Yet sit on her young face. ]

I am eager to hear it.

( Magni just smiles, looking up at Manu—

It should not be fondly, but it is. What can she be, if not fond and adoring? She can accept it, at least, without ego or crisis. Not so Manu, she thinks. )

I think your Majesty may be scandalised.

I hardly think so. [ because fool that she is, playing about with a noble in such a way. No one with any sense would advise it, after all.

Not that Lakshmi is aware of it. Happy in her game of it for the time paying. Her head turns, checking for certain the door is shut, body leaning with the movement just so, then turns back. ] We are quite alone if you worry for my virtue.

( With a quietly amused hum, Magni glances to the bag that she’d set next to the desk when she claimed it for a seat, and slowly (carefully) leans to gather it up, so it rests beside her on the desk. One hand is still at Manu’s hip, and she watches her. The study is for changes in her expression that might betray discomfort, mostly, but a smidge of it might be for her own amusement, too.

After a moment, she draws out something wrapped in cloth, and unfolds it to reveal a leather harness, and the lengthy toy that it holds. Not shaped to resemble a phallus in a lifelike way, but comparisons could certainly be made.

And she waits, to see if she should banish the suggestion. )

[ There are oh - so many things she expected Magni pull out from her bag. Enough that she disentangles to give her the space to move. Leaning away but to look down with interest at what she pulls out. All of which have a great deal more to do with Magni's profession. A knife perhaps, maybe she had made jewellery, or had crafted some other fancy to share. Something a great deal more if not exactly proper, then at least sweet.

Certainly not that.

It's a good thing she'd never been the kind to obsess over being fair, because she's sure she'd have gone as pink as an Englishmen in the sun if her complexion didn't hide it. It's not that she'd never seen a thing like it. After all, there was only so many ways to treat hysteria, and some that had nothing to do with hysteria and everything to do with women -

She chokes, her hand lifts up to cover her mouth as she does. ] Magni, my word. [ because she'd never needed or thought to something like it. Whatever would have been the point? She picked her lovers, and yes, more over they had been men. In all sorts of places along the road and as summarily forgotten as she had first attempted with Magni. Things passed along. ]

... And you... With me? And neither of us physicians - so I suppose that - well. Yes.

[Congratulations. She has no idea where to even begin. ]

( She looks... bemused. )

Physicians?

( Reaching up, she brushes back some of Manu’s hair, and kisses her cheek. )

I think it is enjoyable, but I have no interest if it stirs unease.

It is not that. It is only that usually --

[ she clears her throat, still staring, for what it was worth. Trying to turn her mind to something that made a great deal more sense that half mad fussing. ]

It hardly matters, I'll explain it some other time. [ which leaves them and it, and everything else that entails and where she exactly stands on that. ] Why don't you start with kissing me? We can work the rest out, when we get to it.

[ which is not to say no, but just that she needs a... Moment. ]

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( Her head cants to the side, gaze narrowing slightly with concern as she watches her Manu, and leans closer to kiss her cheek. Shushing her quietly, in what she hopes is a soothing, calming gesture rather than something condescending or insulting. )

I'm under your command.

( Murmured against her jaw, as her hand cups Manu's neck, and the fingers of her other hand follow the line of her collarbone, no matter the layers that might lay over it. ) Say the word and I will obey.

[ And oh, and how that soothes, Her fingers lifting and curling around indulgently, her head tilting to the side with a deep and heavy sigh. So full with that contentment she might burst like a river at the edge. Flowing out and over. How warm Magni's hands were, how sure they could settle in and make her feel comfortably slight. Fitted in well. ]

You make such tempting offers.

[ Provokely so. She follows it, but it not to say that she slows her pace simply because she is unsure. Rather, she goes for what she knows. ] But I already told you what I wanted.

[ And she leans in, pressing up on her toes to match Magni's height even when she was half lent back. Her hands cupping her neck in response and kiss her, full against her lips with that customary lack of inclination to drag any kind of teasing out too long. Slanting her lips as her head tilts to continue to kiss her, with teeth and tongue all. The part of breath is only to find a rhythm to the movements, to how she leans into her. Pressing them closer and closer. ]

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I guess NSFW and trolling of Lakshmi 5eva

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