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He'll start working on designs.

This was still early on. When he thought Haven was just a sexy poisoner of the rich. Not a full-on sexy killing machine.

"Whatever you need from materials wise, let me know. There's still some flexibility in the budget." Or hell, he'll just build it himself.

He won't make any dismissive noises or frown at the description of Vox. Just a full blank stare and slow nod about the difficulties of maintaining a relationship in the year 2082.

"If we pull this off, you could cash in that favor with the Guild. Help that problem go away." He has no idea what or even who it is. But you'd have a golden ticket for special ops in your favor once they hand in Kurtz's brain.

Echo frowns. He slowly reaches out to take your hand in his and squeeze it gently.

"I know it sucks. I've been there. The horizon changes so quickly these days it's hard to tell where you're going."

Echo looks away. Mental note to hold off on his good news. Now wasn't the time for it.

"Just know that you've got a clan with all of us. And you never have to sweep alone if you don't want to, hermana." Maybe they could all help you find the bottom faster. Or at least keep you company while the sand never reveals its secrets to the broom.

takes my drink and looks around the bar

Rehearsals
"Don't mind if I do!" she answered reflexively to your question, which wasn't really a question, or maybe it was and she just offered the dumbest reply.

Mmmm, well Holly Blanc did contain multitudes, and the multitudes she cultivated largely centered around surviving environments that were openly hostile to people like her, whether they were social claws or industries where people were often killed or worse.

But look at that smile! She's really enjoying herself! She was sincerely time-traveling through their rehearsals and these post-rehearsal talks that have formed into something of a habit.

Not a Nun habit — she has a costume, but she's far from pure.

The slightest downtick of your smile reflected in hers, and her gaze pivoted off in some subconscious bid to downsize the danger of you misinterpreting her interest as something analyzing or judging, but… who knows how successful that might be. "I mean I can only imagine — if nothing else, a diversity…"

Her misinterpretation carried, quirked at her lips. ‘She'll be okay with this’ lingered in her mind, and she did her best not to read too deeply into your tone.

A thought that was interrupted by the last of what you said. "I mean not that it's going to be an issue, but Loathe to think about how your bar is merely 'Okay' rather than complete, enthusiastic participation or, like… intuitive, erm…"

She bit back the rest of what she was thinking of saying, like she was not entitled to set your expectations for her, especially as Elodie was going to be prone to her involuntary feelings on the matter… whenever that conversation was going to happen.

Hi

looks at my phone, shrugging, thinking there was a message but not finding it anymore

Rings out..

steps up to the bartender and orders a drink

steps in

The Master

Hands tied above your head;
Body shudders in anticipation.
Soft welcoming thighs open:
The Master comes.

Fingers caress your bottom
An intense desirable sensation
Tongue enters scalding wetness:
The Master hungers.

Aroused, squirming you moan.
Hardness penetrates, parting lips;
Pleasure spreads through your body
The Master conquers.

Vocal delight, physical restraint;
Agony of delicious ecstasy.
Fingers rub the branded mark:
you please the Master.

Welcoming His loving hand
you long for the tender spanking.
Deep inside your collared body:
your Master cums.

On His lap you sit,
From His pleasure you have yours.

-S. Thorton

I Won't Grow Up

Rickee Lee Jones

moves into the bar to get a night cap and see if anybody is around

flexing my toes inside my pumps

Barn
"It was I hate to think how we would have turned out if we did not have each other."

Probably three more outlaws riding wild around the west or something like that, cause they would have not been around to help each other become what they have

"Of course I am."

He teased as his hand reached out and rubbed between your shoulder blades softly to reassure you

"I have no doubt something will come to us to work out you staying here with me."

His brows lifted slightly at your words

"Is there a way to ask the river if you can, but still go to the river and look after it, hell I would even help you do that."

For you he would go down to that river and help you look out for it check on it and keep it safe if the river allowed you to stay here, or maybe gave you more time here, heck something will happen

"So am I."

He had started to wonder why since the first time he met you that it had felt like he was catching up with an old friend he had not seen in years, how he had right from the start felt so comfortable with you. You had surprised him by remembering when he had fallen and broken his arm, even had shown him where it had happened. Had he had dreams of a young girl with white hair?

Rehearsals
Obligingly, he will applaud as you curtsy.

"Kinkplay?" If Elodie were here, no doubt she'd say that question held a bit too much curiousity. She'd probably be right.

Nothing wrong with dreams, or hobbies. To the outside view, you're hugely successful - Leo being the outside view, clearly.

Pretending to be a different person was fun for him, too. At least it was on stage, or in rehearsal. The kind of pretend where he knows he's playing pretend. As opposed to the unconscious roles he's slipped into in his every day life.

You are very convincing. Though he'd argue you -are- artistic and passionate, maybe he's just that fooled?

Parts of this had to be genuine, though. The connection, the draw, the way you have invited him into this place of doubt with enthusiasm and acceptance - Holly Blanc can be many things and contains multitudes.

The mention of Elodie is definitely a reality check. A touch of giddiness seeping away, as he contemplates how he even starts this conversation with her. "I don't know. You're right, she's super open-minded. Her parents are in theatre, too, so she got to grow up around all kinds of... unconventional people and situations. A multitude of identities.

"She'll be okay with this." He thinks. Knows. "I... I think I want more clarity before I tell her, though? That there's something she needs to be okay with."

Fenix Arsenal
"Just say the word, I'll kit you out." Perry got a pretty sweet outfit for the simple act of asking.

The biological malware. Scanned by his biomonitor when it entered his bloodstream, dismissed as harmless, but the DNA coding triggered a failure cascade in his cyberware. It was brilliant. And it happened because he had to be Big Strong Man protecting Haven on a mission (against her wishes).

"You made me a copy of it right after you removed it and I've had it in my floor safe ever since. I sent a copy of it over to Perry. I figured you and he could work together on it."

Biological and cyberware experts united as one.

Echo pulls up a seat. An old rusty folding chair he kept around the shop. He stole it from a Lucah Extreme event last year. There was a clear dent on the in the back of the metal that was from someone's skull.

"So how have you been Eir?" The mission was laid out. Ideas set in motion. Between Haven and now this, they hadn't had much time to talk about Eir Ascle.

I posted in your game room

Eating it myself then…letting Big taste too

(Btw, I might be getting another pup…Bigs apprentice )

Petrov
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Anastasia
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Amara
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Ashlid
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