MAEA
Surprisingly, Sunjata did not berate her for her folly. At least not out loud, and she was very grateful for that. It was another reckless move, adding to a growing total that made her look quite thoughtless indeed... and that was not at all the kind of person she wanted to be. Steady, reliable and careful, was more what she aimed for. If only she wasn't so impatient, and impulsive...
There were a lot of things going on in the sigh Sunjata let out, but still he didn't say anything. Just pressed his face to her neck and breathed, until her skin began to tingle from the tickling warmth of his breath. Maea stroked his hair, adjusting the curls between his horns as he kissed her jaw... it was such a sweet gesture that the contrast with his serious words made them even heavier. A warning she couldn't help but take to heart, especially when he continued, offering his help to get her out of the deal. Maea had a feeling she knew what kind of means he'd use to ensure she was safe... and it made her shudder, ever so slightly. Reminded her again of who it was she lay curled up with, who's mouth it was that brushed over her skin. Guildmaster, rogue... Devil's Advocate.
"Thank you," she murmured quietly, angling her head so he would have more room. There was a slight tingle down her spine, a peculiar excitement... It was all quite dangerous, and Maea found that she liked that. "I need to try myself first though... If you step in, I'll never be able to make any bargains again. No one would ever trust me to stick to them." Brushing feather light fingers down his neck, she considered the whole affair.
"It seems he's holed up at The Hanged Man more often than not... In case you want to have a look at him. But.. please try not to start anything? If we're going to stay in Torchline, it might be bad to get on the wrong side of the locals. He seemed to have a bit of sway... or at least The Ark does." She recalled the quiet exchange with the baker, how people had readily accepted favors from him without question.
What had she gotten herself into?
There were a lot of things going on in the sigh Sunjata let out, but still he didn't say anything. Just pressed his face to her neck and breathed, until her skin began to tingle from the tickling warmth of his breath. Maea stroked his hair, adjusting the curls between his horns as he kissed her jaw... it was such a sweet gesture that the contrast with his serious words made them even heavier. A warning she couldn't help but take to heart, especially when he continued, offering his help to get her out of the deal. Maea had a feeling she knew what kind of means he'd use to ensure she was safe... and it made her shudder, ever so slightly. Reminded her again of who it was she lay curled up with, who's mouth it was that brushed over her skin. Guildmaster, rogue... Devil's Advocate.
"Thank you," she murmured quietly, angling her head so he would have more room. There was a slight tingle down her spine, a peculiar excitement... It was all quite dangerous, and Maea found that she liked that. "I need to try myself first though... If you step in, I'll never be able to make any bargains again. No one would ever trust me to stick to them." Brushing feather light fingers down his neck, she considered the whole affair.
"It seems he's holed up at The Hanged Man more often than not... In case you want to have a look at him. But.. please try not to start anything? If we're going to stay in Torchline, it might be bad to get on the wrong side of the locals. He seemed to have a bit of sway... or at least The Ark does." She recalled the quiet exchange with the baker, how people had readily accepted favors from him without question.
What had she gotten herself into?
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
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