PSL | voicetesting?

[franchisepirate]

What I'm doing with this, I have no idea.

Links for various muses:

™ Westley | The Princess Bride | random encounters

♥ Saya Otonashi | Blood+ | newly hatched (recycled from older musebox)

♣ Saya Otonashi | Blood+/AU-ish | hunting

♠ Cross Marian | D.Gray-Man/AU-ish | suspicious circumstances (given his recent game history)

♦ Penelope Garcia | Criminal Minds | deserted hotel

∉ Zelgadis Greywars | Slayers | nothing to swipe

∈ Zelgadis Greywars | Slayers | underground wraith fight (yes seriously)

♛ Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead | child walkers (...yep)

∅ Xellos | Slayers | PESTERING YOU ♥

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[sangreine]

[ Only Setsuna could do this, she thinks in the split second before he kisses her, get her from screaming furious to supple and sweet in a mere few moments. Whether his incomprehensible acceptance of the less than gentile sides of her or his self-appointed status as her protector, or simply her wanting somewhere to belong -- once his lips touch hers, the reasons no longer matter. She may not need him in the way she wishes she could, but she wants to, and that has to mean something. ]

[ She's never been able to hide from him, not for long, so she kisses back the same way she always is with him -- with all of herself, all her tumbling feelings, all the raw power that she knows he can handle. ]

[failed_antichrist]

[His only intention had been to make sure she was okay, to make sure she was fed. Even he could never say how things get turned around this way, he just knows there's relief in Saya's warm lips.]

[He meets her passion with his own, slipping in his tongue while his hands run down her back, smoothing out her clothes, but there's an implication he wishes to start removing them.]

[sangreine]

[ His motions with her clothes are -- surprising, but not even slightly in a negative sense. Just, she's usually the one to push and press. She wonders what could have changed... ]

[ But, it's not important. (In fact, she's struggling to remember what was so important, and that's the trouble with the two of them.) She whispers his name against his mouth, half question and half plea -- she doesn't seek an answer in words, but this being Setsuna she might receive one nonetheless, and whatever it is she wants, for once, to hear it. ]

[failed_antichrist]

[There were complications, before. Before he wanted to make sure Saya wanted him. Before that, there was Sara and Setsuna's grief over losing her. Now, it's just him and Saya. No complications. At least, not for him.]

Want you. [Is about all he manages to breathe out.]

[sangreine]

[ Hearing that, she gasps hard enough to break the kiss, a sharp twinge shooting through her; god, she actually feels weak in the knees. That's the first time he's ever been the one seeking her, and it's all she's wanted since she woke. ]

I'm yours, [ is all she says, and she dives headlong into that kiss with everything she's been trying to keep back from him, desire and raw need which she'd never felt safe enough to show him. And she means it; whatever he wants, here in this corridor or in one of these rooms or anywhere in between. (In the City too, if he likes, but she doesn't dare hope for that.) ]

[failed_antichrist]

And I'm yours.

[He whispers the words out as he starts to remove more of Saya's clothes while his lips take from her, curiously, eagerly. Setsuna is willing, here, there, in the City, wherever Saya wishes to be.]

post-true end

[gemuinemanagement]

[She's beautiful, is the first thought that makes itself known in Suga's mind when he sees her playing in the fountain. Followed shortly by 'I hope she doesn't fall'.

He's not great at sensing the supernatural on his own - the ones he knows are more obvious about it. She doesn't mean him harm, so the scent of glowstone that lingers on him is an undercurrent rather than overpowering, and a pleasant scent. Like a sweet perfume that would become cloying with too much of it applied.

He approaches her carefully, stopping at the edge of the fountain.]

Are you having fun?

Re: post-true end

[sangreine]

[ She's turning nearly before his words traverse the air, face beaming with unburnished joy, balance never veering close to a waver. She's simplest, such as it is, when she's new, and for the moment she wants for nothing but a playmate. ]

[ Long hair streaming behind her like a proud flag, she leaps off the fountain and over to him with girlish glee. As soon as she's moving she catches an appealing aroma on the air, not at all like the heady ting of his blood beneath his skin. Inhaling deeply, her arms slide around his shoulders to tug him closer. ]

Some. It was lonely. [ Not anymore! Congratulations, nameless stranger, you've become her new pastime. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[Oh. He's being embraced suddenly, and the blood rushes to color his cheeks red.]

Um - um, okay. I'll play with you, miss.

[She feels warm where she has a hold of him, and he steps a little closer. He doesn't... actually know how one plays in a fountain, he's never done that before.]

[sangreine]

[ She grins at him, holding back a delighted giggle. Shy ones are fun; she'll loosen him up eventually, no matter how tightly he's laced. ]

Saya. [ Her name is spoken with a singsong lilt, playful and promising. And her hands slide down his arms to grip his hands and gently tug as she steps backwards onto the fountain ledge, shaking her hair out of her way with an elegant toss of her head. ]

We'll have fun together.

[gemuinemanagement]

I'm Suga.

[He follows her onto the fountain - he could no more resist following her than he could fight gravity. Water splashes at his shoes.]

Saya is a pretty name.

[sangreine]

[ Smiling at the compliment, she swoops down to plunge her hands in the churning water and brings some along in her cupped hands as she stands. This she holds over her head and her hands open, trails of water down her arms, her face, and down. No care paid to her white shift or what she isn't wearing beneath it. ]

[ She reaches to take his hands again, cupping them together. Her skin is warm enough to take the worst of the chill from the water. ]

Play with me.

[gemuinemanagement]

[Suga looks, because he's only human, and his face colors red as he forces his gaze back up to her face.]

O-okay. What do I do?

[Does she want him to also dump water on his head?]

[sangreine]

[ It would at first seem that she doesn't care about his looking at all, then she shifts her hips distractingly, not quite casually. ]

Whatever we want. [ The way she says this is impish, almost teasing, because of course she doesn't mind a bit that . She crouches down again to splash his legs with water, just enough to make a point. ]

[ She gives up all pretense of emptying the fountain by handfuls and steps into the water, which comes past her knees and wets the hem of her damp dress further. And she beckons him with a hand. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

R-right. Sorry.

[With red cheeks, Suga follows her into the water. It doesn't quite reach his knees because of how much of him is Leg, but it's certainly enough to soak part of his pants.]

note to self, finish your sentences

[sangreine]

[ She does so like the ones that do as she says. ]

[ Saya sloshes a few paces away from him, the ends of her long hair flowing on the water's surface, and then crooks a finger at him, urging him to follow. She turns to move faster and glances over her shoulder to ensure he's giving chase, before she ducks under the curtain of falling water from the fountain, face upturned. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[Suga gives chase, not as fast as he could be if he weren't worried about slipping and falling, and certainly not as fast as she could be.

Water splashes at his feet and on his face, and for some reason he finds himself laughing a little.]

[sangreine]

[ One moment she's sloshing ahead of him, giggling lightly, and the next she's pressed against his back, chin on his shoulder. The only visible sign of her path is the rippling wave of water which illuminates that she actually moved through it rather than teleported. ]

Got you. [ Her voice is light and bounding. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[



don't think about her chest touching him don't think about her chest touching him Don't Think About It]

Y-you won.

[sangreine]

[ She presses closer against his back, as if daring him to think of anything else, and her nose nuzzles the back of his neck. ]

I like winning.

[gemuinemanagement]

[aaaaaaaaaaaa]

It seems like you're very good at it!

[His face is SO red.]

[sangreine]

[ Her hands move across his chest and shoulders like she's trying to figure out how they work, and she shimmies against his back as she tugs him toward the fountain ledge. ]

Sit. I want to play a different game.

[gemuinemanagement]

O-okay.

[He's very easy to push around, both literally and figuratively. He takes a seat on the lip of the fountain.]

What should we play next?

[sangreine]

[ She giggles innocently and slides into his lap very un-innocently. She leans close so the very warm tip of her nose traces little circles on his cheek. ]

Guess.

[gemuinemanagement]

[--!!!

His face flames up even brighter, and his eyes go huge.]

Y-you mean, with me?

[He knows what she's getting at, but why would anyone want to do that sort of thing with him??]