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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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11-22-2024, 09:56 PM (This post was last modified: 11-22-2024, 09:57 PM by Flora.)
your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora doesn't say that it was only luck that had brought Rae down, though her thoughts suddenly wilt in the face of Jack's praise like flowers when given too much moisture. "Mmm." She hums noncommittally under her breath, before shivering as beads of water trickle down the channel of her spine. It has a small gasp escaping her lips, pressed against the blue of the captain's sweater though they were, as her thoughts suddenly illuminate with a bright burst of light.
"Oh yeah? Like who?" Glancing toward the door as if the sort of person who had work to do might come knocking, Flora shoots the captain a crooked smile as she rolls her eyes. It would have been all too easy to beg Jack to stay, to strip off the rest of her clothes and ask him if he'd really done as thorough a job of making sure she was both as cleaned and healed as he could make her. What kept her from letting those thoughts shimmer with the sorts of colours that she could force into them, was knowing that while Jack might have found his way quickly to her side when she'd returned from the Greatwood (the swiftness of which certainly had gone unnoticed), that didn't mean his afternoon was just free.
"Yeah, the courier." Flora confirms, still grinning up at him. She'd invested years and gods knew how many resources into Tal's business; there was no reason she shouldn't reap the rewards of that, especially if it meant she didn't have to solve puzzles in the cold. "Mmm, I think what you meant to say was wow, my girlfriend is the best and when I come home tonight I'm absolutely going to take her out for dinner."
"Put it this way, love - you're a lot luckier when it comes to Channellin' than I am, if that's what you wanna call it," Jack drawls; saying she was lucky to call Rae is like saying he's lucky to be able to manipulate gales and lightning storms. Most would argue it's skill. "And I couldn't possibly say - business secrets an' all that," he quips in response to her question. (Him - it's him - he's the busy one).
Grumbling predictably as Flora confirms that, yes, the courier will be the one doing their (her) dirty work for them, Jack finally melts against her and lets his arms wind further around the soft, bare skin of her back and shoulders. "Why stop at dinner?" he purrs. "We'll call it dinner, drinks, and then back to your place for dessert, mm?" Leaning in to let his lips ghost across her cheek, Jack teases at the idea of a real kiss before his hands drop so he can give her ass a soft pat, and he steps back.
"Stay here if you want, until I'm done," he says, gesturing to the cabin. Which might not seem like a big deal, but it isn't as though many people are permitted into his personal quarters as it is, let alone to stay there without him present.
your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"I don't wanna call it anything, I just want to be better." Flora's eyes have taken on a particularly stubborn shade of blue as she gazes up at Jack, her posture momentarily defiant as if he was the thing that stood between her and the ways in which she wanted to better herself. Nothing could be farther from the truth of course, with the queen's mind saying as much even as she stiffened slightly against him. "No pulling your punches this time." Raising her brows and softening, Flora gives Jack a soft nudge for emphasis recalling the way he'd fLorA'd her when she'd asked for more, during their last training session.
"Mmmmmm." The way Jack melts against her feels the same as the sun does after she's just gotten out of the sea; warm, encompassing, and impossibly relaxing. "Only if I get to be the dessert." Flora whispers back in the space he's left intentionally between their lips. As pulls away, mischief floods the Doubletake's mind; if Jack wanted to tease her with things not quite there, he shouldn't be surprised when he finds himself on the receiving end.
Despite knowing what a privilege Jack's trust was, rather than appearing appreciative, instead Flora reaches out to swipe her finger through an invisible bit of dust on his desk. "I'm sure I can keep myself entertained if you're out late." She hums casually as the mischief in her mind suddenly blossoms into a lurid scene of the queen poking her head out of Jack's cabin and calling for CBassian to come and help her with something. Still topless, the scene would quickly devolve into Jack's crewmate with his hands and lips greedily touching all the places that Jack had been too busy to bother with. She wouldn't of course—harass the Ark's crew, yes, cheat on Jack, no—but if it made him hurry home all the faster, what was the harm?
Raising an eyebrow at her stern insistence that he go into whatever training they do with the full intention of beating the hell out of her, Jack's eyes dance over her expression for a moment or two before he inclines his head in a nod. "Noted," he says - it isn't as though he's worried about her fathers getting the wrong impression anymore, given that they already hate him.
"That was what I was gettin' at, yeah." He smirks - of Flora being the dessert, he means. Jack isn't much for any other type of dessert, though the Doubletake will have undoubtedly already learned as much about him. Stepping back properly and grabbing his coat back off the hook to shrug into it, he doesn't so much mind about Flora's invisible judging of the cleanliness of his desk, but as his hand reaches for the door handle, his mind floods with the thoughts she's curated.
Glancing at her over his shoulder, blue eyes a mix of sharp and amused, he tilts his head. "Bassian's a loyal idiot - good luck persuadin' him to cross the threshold of the cabin," he drawls, smirking. "Maybe you can get him to fuck you on the deck, though." Despite his remarks, Jack will of course be hurrying home. He might not be a fan of dessert, but that doesn't mean he likes sharing it either.
