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 gentle sound, soothing, as she slows and stops. Pauses for long moments, kissing Rani's shoulder, before she carefully draws away, unfastening the harness with one hand and working it away so it can be banished to another corner of the bed, before she settles.

Lying alongside Rani, Magni gently, lightly, runs her fingers down Rani's side. Traces over her ribs, crests at her hip and follows part of her thigh, before beginning to feather back up. Anchoring and soothing a means of focus without needing to be overwhelming or heavy. Another kiss to Rani's shoulder, and her back, but she does not presume to cuddle her close, lest she need a moment to recover and to breath, her Manu.

She remembers the things that Rani has called her. Piya, others, and she does not know if she knows a word that can carry the same meaning, that can make Rani feel the way she feels when she is called that.

What she does do is speak, very softly, against Rani's jaw as she leans across her shoulder to kiss her. ) Rest, hyartad mitt.

[shri]

[ Her breathes go shuddery, as she regains them slower by half measures. There were things to be said of course - one sip of the blackwater would recover her, so she could might even be able to say them clearly.

But it was more than simply being sharp minded, sharp tongued. It is that every touch feels too much, that her skin is shivering, that the little touches makes her go so still, tensing because after all that she is seared number and too sensitive. It is just enough, not too little or too much, to coax her back to the humble confines of ribs and skin and breath.

More than just the intensity of it all, more than just that she has Magni's hand and has not, will not, let go of it. It's that with it - she can do just that. Close her eyes and for once, just rest. ]