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beneath the stars

It's been a week since our newest expansion officially launched! And, I know, I know... some of you already have a lot of feelings that you need to air out. But canon updating in your games is a struggle! And so is finding PSL partners! Luckily, that's what we're here for.

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Ah, yes, of course.

[His nose wrinkles up at the tap, making him bring up a paw to rub at it once before a quiet laugh leaves him. What is it about her that brings a certain playfulness in him that's different than the rest? A desire to protect her, yet witness her prowess in battle, to as much lick across her skin and taste sweat and blood as it is to lap where it would bring her pleasure? Not... that he had let himself linger on those thoughts. So much of what they had been doing recently was too important. Too much time consumed and not nearly the privacy.]

Somewhere, perhaps, that only you and I would be able to see. [And by default, only somewhere another lover might see.] Maybe...

[What would he do? A scar, no. No. But when he glances down, it comes to mind. The same as himself, of course. He reaches down to take her hand, then brings her fingertips to one of his forearms, where the silvery marks he had taken upon taking his mentor's stone lay.]

Maybe something like this, wrapping around your hip or your upper thigh. [There may be something possessive in that idea, the idea that he would want to keep her, but spoken all in play... isn't it? They had been so playful with one another, a kindred spirit in the fun of flirt and tease.]

We should find a place like that someday, my magus.

[Somewhere away from all their duties, when they have time. When the world is no longer in peril and she can have him all to herself for a bell or two. To well and truly rest. Ever since she left the Wood she's been so much more conscious of time. These younger peoples outside the Wood rushed so quickly to see the horizon and she was beginning to understand.

While she had too much of it, they had so very, very little. So she drank in these moments, the little way his brow would crease and his eyes would flash as he thought, the little twitches in his muzzle when he spoke. Her handsome magus, the one selfish thought she kept to herself.

Her brows arch as he catches her by surprise, and she smiles; soft and genuine without a hint of her usual teasing.]

And here I was suggesting you mark me with your kisses! I would be honored to bear a mark such as that, Sigr.

[She takes his paw, stroking his knuckles and massaging the pad of his palm, lifting it to kiss his knuckles.]

What color you you paint upon me that others would know your mark?

[There's a definite moment of 'oh I may have messed up' because he had been so off the mark with her concept of 'mark'! They had been discussing a scar, which is permenant, so he went the same... His head drops down, gaze turning to the side as he gives a chuckle of embarrassment. Well then.

Still, the rub of the thick pad of his palm and the kiss ease that off and he looks to her with a warm gaze, smiling softly.]

Need you even ask, my lovely bun? [He shifts his paw to grasp her hand, folding her fingers until only a single one remains, bringing it up to touch the tip of it to the bluish mint of the mark across his face, which matches the marks in his fur. His mark, then.]

You would become dessert. Mint and chocolate. [Oh how his eyes dance in playfulness with that!]

But of course! As if it would be any other.

[That finger pressed to his painted fur begins to rub, stroking along the bridge of his broad nose and up between his brows. To have that color winding down her side all her life as a way to remember her magus by... Her smile is broad, her teeth gnashing happily.]

It would be one of my greatest pleasures, Sigr. But if I should become dessert, would I not be in danger of being eaten up?

[Her chuckles are accompanied by a flick of her ears, the thoughts fanciful and yet it brought to mind the thought of his tongue upon her skin and she had to busy herself with petting him to distract herself from those wayward thoughts.]

[His fur is a little stiffer along his nose and brows but no less soft, picked out brightly by his unique markings there on his face, along his shoulders and chest, down his arms to his wrists, and even around his calves and ankles. Together, wherever they touched, they contrast vividly and beautifully from one another.]

That, my lovely dancer, is a danger you are always in. [His eyes shine right back at her, filled with amusement and yes, unsurprisingly, hinted in lust. There is so much he enjoys about her - her wit, her sharp tongue, her intelligence, her humor - but he would not deny that the sheer physical chemistry between them is a powerful one.]

Though, sadly, I think that must wait for another time.

[When they have actual time together and not in the home of her brethren that would likely turn him into a pin cushion if he tried while in their presence.]

However have I escaped such a fate thus far?

[Her thumb brushes the spurs on his brow, rising to rub his ear, her fingers sinking into his hair and gently pulling him closer. The viis of Fanow would not spread rumors, and even if they could not be as close as either of them might wish, she still wanted him as close as she could have him. To feel his soft warmth, to bury her face against him as she dozed. Let their companions talk, as long as she was able to trace the patterns on his fur with her fingers while she rubbed her scent into his fur.]

The greatest of tragedies. Well, I shall surely have to make sure the wait shall be worth it, will I not?

[That smile is somewhere between coy and smug and is made of pure trouble. A smile she saves for him and hides from the rest of their party.]

Pure luck, I'm afraid. Bad luck.

[His eyes close as her thumb runs above them, responding to her request for more by shifting his weight, bringing himself to brace most of his weight on the cot. Any closer, and he will lay with her completely, and right now he is beginning to desire that. A quiet nap in the shade of the Greatwood, though he wonders what the Viera would think of that.

If he smells of her, well... there may be a point of pride on that. A fine woman to be scented by, and more than that. It shows her care, warming to his heart.]

Surely. [He agrees in a quiet rumble, cracking an eye open just in time to see that smile he knew would be there by her change in tone. Speaking of what warms his heart... emboldened, he reaches out to brush his nose across her cheek.]

Get some rest. By the time you wake, your leg will be right as rain and we can find our next adventure. [For it never ends.]

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Mykha and Sigr

Mykha back on her nonsense

He will counter with his own.

cat and bunny hijinks are the best sort

agreed. specially funny as we've had that in my house recently

o no what did they get up to

the kitten has decided to 'make friends' with our rabbit who seems resigned about it