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Our Last Summer Together

@Zaxter996 Yeah agreed, maybe we should slide knto DMs for this xD just in case

Our Last Summer Together

@Zaxter996 That's okay! I'm busy sometimes too -- well, I haven't been recently, but I'm saying I understand completely xD I love these characters a lot though, I've grown very attached haha

Our Last Summer Together

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𝑴𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝑯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓵𝓵

Location: Beach house
Interacting With: Raven @Zaxter996
Text colour: #adff9f

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Molly could tell her heart was picking up pace, thumping madly against her chest like a drum as Raven nuzzled her or when she stroked the blonde's knotted curls. Molly was so overwhelmed it was hard to breathe. What a way to start a morning! In a good way, the girl clarified in her mind. Definitely in a good way.
Blinking rapidly a few times in an attempt to chase the heavy sense of sleepiness away, Molly smiled slowly, pressing into Raven's touch after her words of reassurance. It seemed Raven didn't either see or mind Molly looking like she had just woken up. This flattered the blonde immensely.
"Thanks... I've been told," Molly replied with a cheeky, sleepy tone all the while she tried to stifle a yawn with the back of her hand. Waking up had never been easy for Molly, but waking up like this... it was terrifying, yes, but so good. She never wanted to wake up any other way: a pretty girl in her arms, offering to... wait, what?
Molly blushed hard at the suggestion of joining Raven in the shower, her mind instantly racing off to some... not so PG imagery. This was only heavily intensified as the girl took off her sleep shorts, making the red of Molly's face a shade darker, no doubt.
"I- Well, I'm..." Molly stuttered, trying to get up after Raven, only to feel a wave of lingering sleepiness take over. Molly gave up to the feeling, letting her body fall back to the sheets face first.
Molly had had shower sex before. Once. It wasn't something she was particularly proud of, but it was the truth. And... It hadn't been as romantic or pleasant as all the movies made it seem. It had been kind of awkward, cramped, and overall very slippery when you tried to maintain your footing against the wet bathroom tiles. Nothing like all that steamy romantic stuff you saw on tv.
But the more she thought about it... the more she wanted to join Raven. Not only could Molly also really use a shower after the previous night, but she really wanted to, well... see what was under the clothes, if you put it nicely.

Molly stayed in the bed for a good few minutes, her inner struggle dominating her whole mind. Just do it, you idiot. 'Yolo', or whatever.
Getting up with a groan, Molly gathered herself only to notice she was still wearing her clothes from the night before. Touching her hair, she realised it indeed was very much full of kinks. And her breath... yup, Molly thought, her breath smelled less than pleasant. By this time Raven was already in the shower, and Molly could hear the water start running. Like an absolute fool, Molly blushed just thinking about the other girl there - behind the shower curtain, naked...
"O-okay, okay, get your dirty mind out of the gutter please," Molly chatised herself with a hushed voice, raking her hand through her hair in an attempt to straighten it. Who am I kidding... nothing about me is straight, Molly snorted at the pun she'd accidentally made. It never got old, really.

Unfastening the flowy skirt she'd fallen asleep with, Molly tiptoed to the bathroom door where she could hear the water running. Opening the door, there was a small hint of humidity in the air from the steam of the shower; a soothing sensation to Molly. Before doing anything else Molly looked at the cabinet above the sink, opening the doors to find a toothbrush and some toothpaste. She knew she couldn't use Raven's, so in an attempt to get her breath to not smell like a rat had died in there Molly just used the toothpaste to make her breath minty. A mint drop would've been the most effective, probably, but this worked in a pinch too. Nodding to herself, Molly took a breath and let her instincts take over, willing her doubtful mind to shut up for once and let her fucking live.
Approaching the shower curtain and stripping off her clothing until only undergarments remained, Molly touched the edge of the curtain.
"Does the offer still stand?" she asked from the other side. She didn't fully strip off in case Raven had only been joking, to perhaps avoid some of the humiliation. However, the blonde's racing heart and flushed cheeks really indicated she hoped an affirmative answer.

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@Kinjaav No worries, I just woke up myself xD

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

@Kinjaav Just letting you know - in Finland there is only one pronoun and it's gender neutral, so Aava was referring to Evren as she said "she", but she just (obviously) doesnt understand the meaning of pronouns in english.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav

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Aava looked at the woman, dumbfounded, as she was presented with some more coarse linen. Beck was talking, too, making sounds with her mouth that Aava couldn't comprehend. Her understanding of language was too fractured for her to try and make sense of the language. It seemed nothing like Finnish - weird soft phones but still a lot of consonants. Lots of small words that made no sense.
The woman seemed mildly frustrated as she begun gesturing at her own clothes, trying to make Aava understand. The näkki tried her very best to cooperate, nodding along and taking the pants in her hands, trying to put them on like sleeves on her hands. It looked damn funny, probably, and kind of desperate too. It had been a long long time since Aava had been in a possession of any clothes at all, and those times she had long forgotten. Furthermore, the näkki was quite sure that even then she hadn't worn anything as ridiculous as "pants". Why would anyone wear such an uncomfortable cloth?
"Evren on ystävä. Öö... Evren... Friend. She takes care of my," Aava tried to explain as she was pulling the shirt over her head and struggling with fitting her wet head through the collar. Aava was quite proud of her progress, so she continued.
"Pants... These bastards," she proclaimed with the same tone of voice the wolf man had used when the police had been interrogating him. That was all Aava had heard, and he had sounded so angered at the words that they must've meant something negative. And pants... They really were something negative.

The Rise of Azure [18+]

_{⊱ Location: Kina City // Private Garden
⊱ Collaboration: @Cleverbird @Cio}

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Woosh.

What was it? Lady Amira paused on her trail, her silhouette still against the soft light filtered through the leaves of the garden trees.
Another woosh. This time, a leaf slowly descended from below, landing softly on the fair serpent’s head. How peculiar. Then...

CRASH!

In a flash and a blur, there was a heap of colours and feathers; all the hues of a rainbow, presented before Amira. It had nearly hit her! The naga gasped with a shocked frown before settling into a defensive position as she realised what the creature was. Amira moved back as her guards rushed forward, rushing past her with their spears pointed at the small harpy. The bird was saying something, pleading perhaps, but Amira didn’t want to listen. She hadn’t come across a harpy in nearly ten years, and it was not by sheer coincidence. To see one now… it… it brought up some painful memories the fair lady would rather forget for the rest of her days. So it was to be expected that she felt little more than suspicious of the bird’s intentions.
Motioning for the guards to step aside without lowering their spears, Amira slithered forward, towering over the creature. It looked innocent, but looks… they could fool you. Amira trusted no harpy.
Looking the cowering being in the eyes, Amira willed magic to help her coax an honest answer out of her.
“State your purpose,” the serpent ordered with a cold, matter-of-fact voice. “Who sent you? The truth,” Amira specified, her tongue wrapping around the words firmly, almost in a hypnotising manner. The way she pronounced the letter ‘s’ in particular stood out, signifying her snake-like qualities.

Triko carefully peeked up from behind her wings, blinking a few times as the scary looking snake-people stopped approaching. “Ah! No… I didn’t mean to land here!” She cried out. ”I… I… I fell asleep! And… And…” The poor bird stuttered, eyes frantically darting between the three naga.

Sensing that she was at least out of immediate danger, Triko quickly got onto her knees and bowed her head. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She whined. ”Please dont kill me! I’ll be on my way if you let me go!” The poor thing’s stomach decided now was an excellent time to rumble loudly.

Amira looked at the scared little bird with a cold glare before sighing reluctantly.
“She’s telling the truth,” the light naga stated to her guards. Not like she had any choice. Still… even after knowing the harpy wasn’t there with ill intent… Amira couldn’t bring herself to trust it. Just seeing the feathers and clawed feet made the fair snake remember things she’d rather forget.
From Triko’s perspective, the bird would soon see the guards lowering their spears, and another one of the guards going to Amira to whisper something into her ear. Amira seemed to be listening before frowning and giving the guard a look, which prompted the guard to bow and apologise. After a brief pause, Amira sighed again, seeming to be in a battle with her own mind.
“You are hurt,” lady Amira observed then, lowering herself closer to the harpy while still maintaining an air of superiority to her stance. She was trying - and perhaps failing a bit - to see past her personal issues on the matter, concentrating on trying to help the bird. “And, you are hungry too, it appears. Murai, please fetch this girl something to eat while I mend her wounds,” Amira ordered. The armoured, dark gray female naga nodded and slithered inside the building.
Amira turned her attention back to the bird, her expression a weird mix of tense reservedness and gentle calmness. “The fall hurt you. Will you allow me to heal you?” It wasn’t really a question.

With the excitement dying down, Triko became painfully aware of her wing’s condition. Wincing, she tried to move them, but it was becoming increasing more difficult; probably hinting at several fractures. “Euhm… O-okay…” She cooed meekly. The way the scary naga-lady was talking reminded Triko of the Owls back in her nest. They too had a way of asking things in a way that made it impossible to say no.

Carefully, the little harpy shuffled a little closer. ”Ow… I’m really, really, really sorry, lady! I really didnt mean to crash into your pretty garden.” She mumbled. ”Oh! My name’s Triko by the way!” The way she pronounced her name was less like pronouncing a word, but more a bird-like chirp.

Amira kept her cool as the bird apologised over and over. She kneeled down to her level, her snake-like body curling behind her.
“Not my garden,” Amira replied with a voice just a bit softer than the one she’d used before. She made sure not to look at the bird - Triko - in the eyes. She didn’t want to face the harpy’s gaze. “Now… Triko,” Amira repeated the name in her thick naga accent, “This may sting a bit.”
A nearby garden fountain’s water began glowing and floating towards Amira. Her gray eyes lit up in a ghostly glow, the water circling around her palms as she whispered some words in naga. Then Amira pressed her hands to the wounds on the winds, causing the glowing water to enter the wounds and fractures, healing them slowly.
”You should be feeling better in a few hours.”

The harpy’s eyes widened as she watched the swirl of magic lazily float over towards her. ”Whoaaaaaa! You know magic?” She cooed excitedly, because letting out a quick yelp as the cold water worked its way past her feathers and into the damaged areas. Biting her lower lip, Triko squirmed and whimpered; tears welling up in her eyes as the healing magic began the painful process of mending her broken bones.

Triko looked back up at Amira with big, wet eyes. ”Mn... T-thank you!” She managed to chirp in between sniffles.

“Not so much magic as just… this and that,” Amira replied as she concentrated on finishing the healing. Just as she was wrapping up, the other naga guard returned with a hesitant look and a piece of bread: “I uh… milady, I didn’t know what uh… harpies eat, so I just thought… bread is kind of like seeds and birds eat seeds, right?”
Amira bit her lip to keep from smiling at the guard’s lack of knowledge.
“Thank you. Do you eat bread, Triko?” Amira asked the rainbow creature, reaching up to receive the bread and giving it to Triko.

Triko eagerly nodded her head, her stomach rumbling loudly. “Mmhmm! I like bread!” She chirped happily, before eagerly digging into the offered piece. Even if it was just plain bread, after days of just fruit, it felt great to finally eat something hearty. The piece was gone within seconds.

“Aaaah, so much better!” The harpy cooed, smiling up innocently at the towering naga. “Thanks! Pretty snake-lady!” Even her wings started to hurt less, though it would definitely be some time before she’d be able to take off again.

Amira was used to hearing compliments, but they were usually empty words. Hearing Triko eat the bread with such joy and then thank her with such innocence, however… it made it very hard for Amira not to grow a soft spot. Maybe the harpykind had changed in ten years. Maybe.
Or maybe this particular harpy was just something else. She certainly had the most colourful rainbow feathers.
”I... You’re welcome,” she simply answered with a small smile neither of the guards saw. After being so immersed in her work for years, it was nice to actually help someone.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav

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Aava sat in the vehicle, looking around curiously. Her hands touched everything they could, the curtains, the seat, papers that were lying around. Aava's enchanced sense of smell picked up a lingering hint of blood in the air - someone had been hurt here.
The näkki was startled when the engine was turned on. She jumped, looking at Beck suspiciously, curling back into herself.
"Järvelle?" ('to the lake?') Aava asked hesitantly after sulking silently for quite a long time, speaking for the first time with only the two of them there.
The woman looked at Aava before picking up a weird object and opening its lid. Beck gave the cylinder to Aava, and after a beat of examining the object Aava slowly took it into her hands, peering inside.
The girl's face lit up as she could see the small reflection of water inside the dark cylinder. She tried to put her face inside like a dumb cat, only to realise that the hole was way too small for her face to fit in, let alone her nose. Next Aava put her eye against the hole, trying to see deeper inside. She gently shook the bottle, then tried to stick her tongue inside to reach the water inside. Only the very tip of her tongue hit the water, but it wasn't enough.
Disappointed, Aava retreated with a pout and watched the cylinder in her hands with a confused look. There was a faint, red circle around Aava's eye where the edge of the thermos had pressed.
Aava looked a the object for a while before sticking her fingers inside, her face lighting up as she finally got a good feel of the water inside. Pleased, and totally oblivious as to if Beck was observing her actions, Aava raised the thermos above her head and simply poured all of the water on her head. Now there was water everywhere - Aava's blanket was partly soaked, as was her hair and face - the water was dripping on the floor of the van, too. Aava seemed particularly pleased with herself then, satisfied with how the brief contact with water made her feel. Now the thermos was empty, and Aava simply put it aside, looking around for more water with an innocent look on her face.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav

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As Evren shouted out his last promises and was being dragged away, an eager Aava attempted once again to chase after him, only to be stopped by a gentle yet firm hand on her bare shoulder. The cloth she'd been given had started to slip off her like a loose towel, but the näkki didn't seem to care or notice.
Aava turned to look at the woman who Evren had told her to trust - someone he'd called "Hannelore" - with doubtful eyes, her softly drying hair slightly obscuring the view. The woman spoke something in that language that Evren and everyone else here seemed to be using. Aava only understood the word "my", and everything else seemed to completely escape her mind. Still, she understood she was being guided somewhere, so she followed with dragging footsteps.
They soon reached a weird, metallic thing Aava was completely unfamiliar with. The näkki ogled the structure with near shocked expression, her big eyes blinking curiously at the woman who opened a part of the wheeled box, motioning Aava to mount it.
Aava tiptoed closer to the metallic vehicle, gaze wandering along the surface of the car. A slender hand came up to skim along the edge of the door, feeling the cold, odd surface under its fingertips. Aava didn't climb in, seeming suspicious and confused, coming close to sniff the metal curiously before experimentally licking it.
"Ggrgrgrggggkkkhhh..." Aava gurgled with a dissatisfied frown, spitting the taste of rusty iron from her mouth. Yuck.
Looking at the woman again for a moment long enough to turn weird, Aava finally entered the van, keeping her stance defensive and guarded up.

The Rise of Azure [18+]

_{✧ Location: ???
☀ Interactions:
@CMDR Melander@Shard
☽ Text colour: #91DB94}

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Clip clop clip clop...
A sound which grew less distant with each passing moment. Sitting there on the edge of her broken wagon, Teya's curious gaze lingered to the road to see two oncoming figures. It looked quite fancy, as the tiefling would note in her humble peasant opinion. Well. Perhaps not quite a peasant, as she was the daughter of a dream seller, but Teya was not the wealthiest of wanderers for sure.

The Dream Catcher was met with quite the peculiar ensamble: a tall goat-like woman with wild, deep purple locks and a tiny beastlike fey creature in what seemed like fancier clothing than Teya could've dreamt of. It definitely made her leather bodice paired with a cottony white, drapey tunic pale in comparison. Even the stained glass jewellery she wore seemed to dim when put next to the peculiar dark creature.
Prince Umbra Nox. A name which the teal coloured tiefling had not heard before, but one that was every bit as important sounding as the clothing the little fey was wearing.
"My heavens, I was not prepared to cross paths with a royal and his Guardian," Teya mused in response, curious silver eyes big and searching. "You must forgive me, for I have little to no clue as to where I am either," Teya admitted with a sheepish smile, "and as you can see, my carriage is... more than a little worse for wear," she concluded. Looking at the goat lady, Teya now noticed her eyes were covered by a blindfold she hadn't noticed upon first meeting the two. This sparked curiosity in the young tiefling, a shift which was apparent in her expression.

Teya chuckled at the warm greeting, feeling a bit uncertain of how to act with a higher presence around, but all the while feeling like there was a meaning for this encounter.
"I don't know about a meal or a song, but a help at fixing my wagon would be most apprecia-" the tiefling began, only to get interrupted by the fey prince who was already on it. As the dark fey listed the components needed for a successful mending spell, Teya's eyes widened in excitement.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, forgetting her lower status, "I am... 80 percent sure I am in posession of the last two, actually! Would that help with the spell? Please, I really could use some help from a proper magic user," Teya pleaded, her tail swinging behind her as she turned around to rummage through some of her dream jars, looking for a label that best matched the description.
Hopes of a child was an easy find, as almost every pleasant dream jarred from a child was at least somewhat hopeful. The sorrow of a widow, though...
"Hold on, I'm sure it's here somewhere..." Teya assured as she turned around the jars, reading the smudged ink on the labels. Why was her handwriting so messy again?
"A-ha! I knew a widow came in for a nightmare extraction at some point. Here, do these help?" Teya asked as she spun back around with two jars in her hands. The other contained a smoke-like substance that took the colour of a bloody red with a tint of sickly green, and the other was a nice pastel yellow substance. Teya looked at the two strangers - Saranja and Prince Umbra - with hopeful eyes and a spacey smile.

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_{✢ Location: Kina City // Ambassador's suite
✻ Interactions: Any
❀ Text colour: #91DB94}

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A pale naga slithered across the silent garden, slow gaze following the outline of the endless blossoms on the trees planted there. Lady Amira was in Kina City for a sales deal that had been freshly made between Mizu Port and Kina City, but now the fair serpent could enjoy a rare moment of downtime in her usually crowded day. The private garden Amira was currently sightseeing was a part of the so called suite meant for the ambassadors and noble visitors alike from outside the big city. Amira quite enjoyed the luxury, although she couldn't help but feel a bit alone in the quiet garden. Only her two bodyguards - the pair always present but silent as stone - remained her company, guarding the balcony enterance like statues in kind.
Lady Amira sighed and trailed her slender hand along the freshly cut leaves of a bush, mind wandering to a secret place no one could reach her from.
The trade deal had been a success on both ends, and while that meant good news for Mizu Port, Amira herself couldn't help but feel a bit bored of her latest assignments. They were all boring trade deals or diplomacy visits that meant nothing beyond the public eye. It felt almost a bit stupid, to hope there would be some kind of conflict for her to be able to feel meaningful and settle it, but Amira couldn't help her nature.
Moving further away from her bodyguards, Amira breathed in the unfamiliar scenery so different from her home. The two guards were an unwelcome presence nowadays, even if she needed them because of security. With them she couldn't help but feel even more alone, more disconnected from the world around her. More like she wasn't a part of something. It was frustrating, and while Amira appreciated their service, sometimes she wished they weren't there at all.