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Tʜᴇ Pᴀʟᴇ Eʟғ | Asᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ Aɴᴄᴜɴíɴ ([personal profile] illithidnapped) wrote2022-02-03 01:54 am

INBOX II




VOICE | ACTION | TEXT

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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-02-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a security to it, the way the door moves with obvious weight; it's something that she's been missing in the Gallows by right of how they had everything set up for the 'new comers', just beds and zero privacy what so ever. It'd be worth it, even with how less than pleasant the area was, to have something that is just hers.

She'll admire his little place from the inside though, thanks, and offers Astarion a matching grin as he appears in the door- relaxed but put together- and steps aside so she can slip in. The chill of the streets follows her, but the inside of his apartment is thankfully warm enough, almost cozy. She had been teasing, but it's still nice to see that he did put some thought into the request, and gives him a very visible up and down examination in response. ]


Hmm. It'll do.

[ Her attention turns to his home again, the narrow but high walls and crackling fireplace at one end, already taking the bite out of her extremities, and she runs her fingers over the grain of his table a moment. After a beat Sylvie pulls out a chair and sits, crooked with the back resting between them of course, looking quite like the cat that ate the canary. ]

I brought you something.

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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-02-15 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Expensive, with my modest income it certainly is. Tasteful? Well, that is up for interpretation.

[ There’s absolutely innuendo in that, and usually she’d say something about the organization of his place (if not just to tease him) if she wasn’t just that excited to see what he thought of the dark red velvet bag she pulls out from under her cloak. It’s clearly got weight to it, and jangles a little as she lets it swing from the cord that is holding it closed a moment before tossing it to him.

Sylvie drapes her arms over the back of her chair and rests her chin on her hands, a little bounce in her leg as she watches him. A ridiculous amount of thought has gone into this little gift, that had started out as simply a tease, after all. Partially due to the artisan who had just happily gone along with plenty of nice ideas. ]


Go on. Open it.
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-02-17 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ The moment he catches the bag Sylvie falls almost predatorily still, watching his expression, the miniscule changes as he goes through his range of thoughts of what the bag contains, and then finally opens it to find-- The thing that she had picked up and brought over here straight away, she was so happy with it. The collar is a soft leather, sure not to chafe, and detailed with pale delicate swirls around the middle. Certainly tasteful in her mind, and his laugh pulls a soft echo out of her as a smile breaks across her face, utterly uncontrollable, her nose scrunching up as she sits back again in the chair.

It's payment enough to see Astarion speechless for once, even if it is just for as long as he he is laughing. ]


Well I've throttled enough men to have a good idea of size just based on look, but it does adjust. There's a leash in there too you know.

[ She stand then, throwing a leg over the chair as she rounds it and leans backwards against the backrest on the heels of her hands, making a point not to lean towards him-- though in such a small space their knees only barely do not touch. ]

Would you like help trying it on?
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-09 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This was a fun game, up until Astarion insinuates what he does. The smile drops and is replaced with a fair bit of revulsion, her hands that had been just lightly touching the collar in his hands pulling back and upwards. ]

Gods, do you really think I'd try and pay you for sex with a gag gift.

[ There's a moment as she takes a breath, letting that process, hands still hovering upwards as if unsure what to do with them. ]

Astarion, I can't hardly handle being the object of Loki's divided affections, I'm not trying to keep anyone else. Through payment or otherwise. I just thought you'd like it- but if you'd rather I take it back?
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-10 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He holds on tighter and she presses her teeth into her lip, finding the back of the chair again as she slides back into it again. At least she hasn't completely offended him, by how he doesn't want to hand it back. By the choice of the word 'when'.

There's a point though to the way she places herself neatly away from him now, resting her arms on the back of the chair again. ]


It's..a lot. How much he...feels. I can tell he's trying to hold it all back and it's still more than i can handle. [ Something a little easier to talk about than...well whatever this is. ] And by the way, he's not average in the least either. I don't think I'll tire of rutting with him any time soon. You're actually missing out on that one.

[ There's a beat as Sylvie just watches him for a moment, eyebrows slightly furrowed-- and then goes back on topic. ]

I don't expect anything from you, at all really. Not even [ She waves a bit between the two of them.] whatever this is.

[ The tentative friendship she had been afraid to fuck up. ]
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-13 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a very accurate description of him, an overfull heart. One that makes her feel a bit hollow in comparison.

This wasn't where she had predicted this visit to go. ]


He says he does.

[ It's not said with confidence though. What do either of them really know of love? She likes to think she knows the tells of it, what the results are-- but actually feeling it? Understanding first hand? That she's not particularly certain about. Her own feelings or his. ]

But he also has other commitments.
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-13 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What a question.

Sylvie furrows her brows, lips parting a moment as she seems to go to answer, and then instead muses on it a bit longer; eyes lowered. The stitching on the collar in his hands are neat and even, all save one that is ever so slightly longer than the others. A flaw she hadn’t noticed before. ]


No. I don’t think he’s lying, honestly his commitment to her I think helps in that he has someone else to focus that feeling on other than me.

[ Frightening then. Overwhelming in how much she likes it and how vulnerable it makes her feel. Confusing in that she can’t quantify what her own attachments to him mean or are even called.

She’s been only able to think of survival and revenge for so long it’s hard to see anything outside that narrow frame.

Her eyes flick up to his a moment, blue on crimson. ]


Have you ever been in love?
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-13 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard not to categorize all the little tells on his face, the stillness, the way he clearly is thinking, the slight shift of his eyebrows. What they could mean, the context to them, ways to see into someone's thoughts without having to enter their minds.

Astarion is more complicated than the average person, but at the same time she's more invested in learning him than she has been others isn't she? To learn more about the one person who isn't a variant of herself that she connects with at a very base level. Experiences are different, yes, but their foundations are almost unsettlingly similar.

So when he gives her his answer she presses her lips into a knowing kind of smile, eyebrows twitching downwards a moment as she gives a subtle nod at that. ]


I felt the same way. Now I'm not as sure.

[ There's an insinuation in that to his own situation, and she touches the tip of her tongue to her teeth a moment, an uneasy stillness in her body as she considers her next step. Somehow talking to Astarion continuously puts her slightly out of her comfort zone-- he's too similar in ways she supposes. It's harder to put on a front when you're looking in something of a mirror. ]

Anyways, I just wanted to bring you that and see your face when you opened it. Which was exactly what I had hoped, quite satisfying. I wont keep you.

[ It's said in a long exhale as she stands, stretching out her arms and fingers as if trying to shrug off the seriousness of the moment. ]
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-16 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His direction makes her pause mid rise, eyebrows furrowing a moment as she watches him lean forward, weighing the lackadaisical tone against the actual weight of his words. ]

Ah. Do I now?

[ Sylvie sits again, a little slowly and with care as she shifts so that her feet are kicked out on either side, and she neatly folds her hands back on the head rest as she watches him with undisguised curiosity. It's a welcome change of topic, though awkward in it's own way. ]

I had thought that was off the table.
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-20 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm...no. I don't think I want that.

[ This is normal isn't it? Actually discussing things before hand, beyond "I'm going to die soon, are you willing". It's not all fuck off or fuck yes, and nothing in between; normal people could talk about difficulties and struggles and everything in-between. They didn't learn about each other by entering their minds and picking apart their secrets. Astarion certainly isn't normal, and even considering him that way makes her laugh once, a short quick sound, but at least in this he's more normal than she is isn't he? Able to see something she missed in all this, that needed to be addressed, and having the ability to address it.

At least there's nothing at all convoluted in the way he looks at her now.

Sylvie rises again, but this time she unbuttons her cloak as she does, sliding it off her shoulders and tucking it into a clear space on the table. ]


Though, speaking of clarity.

[ The outfit underneath a simple black shirt and slacks, long sleeves and her trusty boots still on, making her steps a little heavier than his were as she pushes the chair back in and reaches past him to pick up the collar and turn it over in her hands. Since they are putting everything out in the open between them... ]

I can't currently read your mind, so maybe we should also discuss safe words? I'm particularly fond of the word Avocado.

[ The buckle is undone and Sylvie steps close enough to lean over him and slip it around his neck, careful to brush his curls out of the way as she secures it, not to tight, not too loose. ]

Look at that. Perfect fit.
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-03-21 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's nice, the weight of his hands on her waist. The feel of the soft leather under her fingers as she traces the shape of the collar, then loops a finger in the ring on the front and adds a little bit of tension upwards. ]

That's one way of looking at it.

[ The bed creaks ever so slightly as she slips one knee and then the other on either side of his hips, not quite sitting in his lap as she hovers over him, head tilting to the side as she studies him through lowered lashes. ]

On Earth, where a lot of us Rifters are from, they have this thing they say when it comes to the types of appetites you and I share. Safe, Sane, Consensual. Now, I don't have much use for safe or sane, limits the fun. But that last one... if it ever feels like that's not all there, that's when you use it. Got it?

[ Her tone is light and playful, and with that said she does settle into his lap, carding back his hair with her nails as she grins down at him, the hold on his collar still firm. ]

I'll stay as long as you'll have me.
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[personal profile] apocalypsegrown 2022-04-08 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
You got it.

[ She scrunches her nose up at that, barely able to keep her smile from breaking through as she lets him help settle her comfortably into his lap, the span of his narrow hips comfortable between her thighs. ]

However, it's generally not an issue for me either.

[ That smile is breaking through, the tip of her tongue running over the line of her teeth as she settles her free arm over his shoulder and just looks him over a moment at an angle; as if weighing her many options. Or perhaps considering eating him whole. ]

I do wonder how you taste.

[ It's said idly enough, but mischief glitters in her eyes as she dips down to brush her lips over his, feather light. ]