Are you near a wall? When you hear a chime sound, press your hand to it or the ground. Okay?
[Once he confirms, Fiona will send him a call-- a ringing sound that echoes in his mind. The space where he touches begins to warp, leaving behind a large blue eye behind, encircled in what looks like a dark metallic ring. The eye glows brightly for a second before Fiona emerges from the portal with a smile for Sinistra.]
[ She was kind before, so he decides to listen to her. What has he got to lose that he isn't willing to lose? He places his hand on the wall and startles hearing the ringing sound in his ears.
He stares at the wall as the image of a sigil seems to appear. He'd seen much stranger in the tower, so he only watches in wonder.
His surprise finally returns when Fiona appears. ]
[And without thinking, Fiona steps closer to Sinistra, raising up on her toes, and presses a kiss to his cheek. After the 10 year leap, she had grown used to kisses to replenish the Chroma drained by her portals. But that was with the other survivors...So when she pulls back and realizes what she's done, the priestess' cheeks turn pink. It's different from her usual bravado.]
... With him, there is always a reason. So I assumed it was always that way.
[ Even if it's loneliness or boredom, it's really the only reason he and the Archangel come together. It's mutually beneficial, so there isn't a reason to deny themselves even if they hate each other. ]
[Whoever "him" is, Sinistra's words just don't sit right with her...and it only adds to the growing urge of wanting to spoil him. Fiona doesn't say anything about his relationship, only keeping up her smile even as they transfer into her room. It's a warm place filled with pinks, purples, greys, and dimly lit by clusters of candles set around the area. The smell of incense fills the air, and the priestess pushes back the canopy of her bed when she guides Sinistra towards it. She takes a seat at the edge, immediately patting it for him to join her.]
Do you enjoy moonlacing? If there is anything you don't like, I won't pursue it.
[ What a nice room. His own is so stark and sullen, no decorations or color to be scene. He lives sparsely save for a growing collection of blankets and pillows. He likes to nest.
The room smells nice and he follows behind her quietly, looking around like a cat that's gotten lost. He sits beside her after taking a moment to get the hint. ]
I do. It feels nice to. Even if when it is somewhat painful, it is still relatively enjoyable in its own way.
Fufufuu, if that is the case, then we can enjoy our time together~
[Having him seated is perfect, right where she wants him just so that she can climb onto his lap. It's always been her favorite spot with others, and straddling Sinistra comes naturally. The thrum of Chroma kicking in is a delightful experience; it's something she'll never get bored of.]
I welcome your touch, so embrace your curiosity with me.
[Fiona starts off simple by caressing his cheek, a peck against his other before she presses her lips gently against the corner of his mouth. It would be good to see how willing his is and how much she needs to take the ropes into her own hands. Nothing she isn't used to.]
[ He's surprised when she settles into his lap, keeping his hands at his side as she gets close. He is usually in her position, but he always appreciates the warm, soft feeling of weight on his lap.
Despite his whole, wild existence as a mutual sex source with the Archangel, he's always bewildered by other partners. There's no turbulent feelings between himself and Fiona - in fact, she's very kind in a way people here tend to be kind. It's jarring compared to what he's used to.
He looks at her as if he's not really sure that it's okay, but she kisses his face so gently, no hunger behind it, and it's enough to tempt him to touch. He brings his thin hands against her thighs and gently runs his fingers over them and up to the curve of her hips to rest his palms there. She's soft under his fingers and it's nice to feel. If left alone, he could probably just touch all day to make up for years without it. ]
[Luckily for Sinistra, Fiona doesn't have any plans aside from avoiding the other survivors. So she could be quite content with lounging around all day and soaking up both his presence and the Chroma. Not a bad idea, really. His gradual exploration is nice enough as his palms leave a trail of pleasant warmth along her skin. The priestess sighs her approval as she nuzzles against his cheek before finally pressing her lips to his.
Her kiss is soft and leisurely with a touch of affection she'd reserve for her fellows from the manor. Maybe it's compassion (or pity) that allows her to be so tender with the young man, but it's undeniable that she feels the need to pamper him. It's a soft spot, yet Fiona finds him deserving. Her arms wrap loosely around his shoulders as she leans forward to press her chest to his. If she can satisfy him with her own body, then they can both enjoy. How nice that would be.]
[ He's used to being treated more urgently, so her gentleness makes him nearly feel awkward. She's touching him sweetly... even when the Archangel projects his affection for his brother onto him, it doesn't feel like this.
Even her kiss is sweet. He almost hesitates to return it, like it's a completely different act than the hungry, often biting, kisses that he shares with his housemate. He leans his wait forward, pressing his mouth against hers with tempered excitement, dull blue eyes shutting. He slides his hands back around her waist and laces his fingers together against her lower back. ]
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I am. Relatively well. Better than I was at that time when we were speaking. Though at that time, I was better than the day before...
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I'm glad to hear that. [She means it. He seemed so glum when they last chatted. It's good that he seems to be improving in some way.]
...Would you be interested in taking a walk with me?
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That would be fine, I think.
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Are you near a wall? When you hear a chime sound, press your hand to it or the ground. Okay?
[Once he confirms, Fiona will send him a call-- a ringing sound that echoes in his mind. The space where he touches begins to warp, leaving behind a large blue eye behind, encircled in what looks like a dark metallic ring. The eye glows brightly for a second before Fiona emerges from the portal with a smile for Sinistra.]
Hello again.
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[ She was kind before, so he decides to listen to her. What has he got to lose that he isn't willing to lose? He places his hand on the wall and startles hearing the ringing sound in his ears.
He stares at the wall as the image of a sigil seems to appear. He'd seen much stranger in the tower, so he only watches in wonder.
His surprise finally returns when Fiona appears. ]
Oh... you can make doors.
[ Doors. Portals. Close enough. ]
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Yes, this is the power God bestowed upon me.
[And without thinking, Fiona steps closer to Sinistra, raising up on her toes, and presses a kiss to his cheek. After the 10 year leap, she had grown used to kisses to replenish the Chroma drained by her portals. But that was with the other survivors...So when she pulls back and realizes what she's done, the priestess' cheeks turn pink. It's different from her usual bravado.]
Ah...My apologies.
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[ He straightens up with a start at the kiss then places a hand against his cheek, looking puzzled at her. ]
I am... not mad. Because you used magic, correct?
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...Yes. It's a habit, I suppose. [HMMM.] Do you not mind? Helping others with Chroma.
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I wasn't kidding
I see...May I be forward then? [She takes his free hand into both of hers.] Would you be interested in moonlacing with me?
Get it Fiona
I am fine ... with it... do you need it for something? Is it ok to ask?
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Must there be a reason beyond wanting to hold you? [It would be a very nice distraction. Plus, she's curious about his body in more ways than one.
Fiona already takes a step back towards the portal while gently pulling on his hand for him to follow.]
Come with me.
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[ Even if it's loneliness or boredom, it's really the only reason he and the Archangel come together. It's mutually beneficial, so there isn't a reason to deny themselves even if they hate each other. ]
Very well. I will follow.
[ and he steps into the portal behind her.]
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Do you enjoy moonlacing? If there is anything you don't like, I won't pursue it.
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The room smells nice and he follows behind her quietly, looking around like a cat that's gotten lost. He sits beside her after taking a moment to get the hint. ]
I do. It feels nice to. Even if when it is somewhat painful, it is still relatively enjoyable in its own way.
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[Having him seated is perfect, right where she wants him just so that she can climb onto his lap. It's always been her favorite spot with others, and straddling Sinistra comes naturally. The thrum of Chroma kicking in is a delightful experience; it's something she'll never get bored of.]
I welcome your touch, so embrace your curiosity with me.
[Fiona starts off simple by caressing his cheek, a peck against his other before she presses her lips gently against the corner of his mouth. It would be good to see how willing his is and how much she needs to take the ropes into her own hands. Nothing she isn't used to.]
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Despite his whole, wild existence as a mutual sex source with the Archangel, he's always bewildered by other partners. There's no turbulent feelings between himself and Fiona - in fact, she's very kind in a way people here tend to be kind. It's jarring compared to what he's used to.
He looks at her as if he's not really sure that it's okay, but she kisses his face so gently, no hunger behind it, and it's enough to tempt him to touch. He brings his thin hands against her thighs and gently runs his fingers over them and up to the curve of her hips to rest his palms there. She's soft under his fingers and it's nice to feel. If left alone, he could probably just touch all day to make up for years without it. ]
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Her kiss is soft and leisurely with a touch of affection she'd reserve for her fellows from the manor. Maybe it's compassion (or pity) that allows her to be so tender with the young man, but it's undeniable that she feels the need to pamper him. It's a soft spot, yet Fiona finds him deserving. Her arms wrap loosely around his shoulders as she leans forward to press her chest to his. If she can satisfy him with her own body, then they can both enjoy. How nice that would be.]
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Even her kiss is sweet. He almost hesitates to return it, like it's a completely different act than the hungry, often biting, kisses that he shares with his housemate. He leans his wait forward, pressing his mouth against hers with tempered excitement, dull blue eyes shutting. He slides his hands back around her waist and laces his fingers together against her lower back. ]