From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Dawn sneaks its fingers through their curtains, but it's not enough to drag Finn out of his slumber. An insomniac for the majority of his life, now that he has found something (someone, rather) to keep his nights peaceful, he covets his rest like a sinner with a secret. And so it's not the light that stirs him from where he's snug beneath the blankets and curled around Tobi - it's the rain.
It begins as a soft patter and quickly develops into a low, steady thrum, and even though Finn is absurdly comfortable, as the wind picks up and thrashes the downpour against their windows, stormy eyes reluctantly peel open. "We do not need to water our plants today." The words escape on a sigh, Finn burrowing back into the pillows and into Tobi's dark hair, as if he can hide from the weather the same way a child might hide from a scary movie.
The warm nothingness of her sleep is pushed away by the sound of Finn's voice, and though it takes a few moments, Tobi realizes that instead of good morning, Finn is already talking about chores. Smiling sleepily, the doctor pulls some of her hair off her face that it might not succeed in trying to strangle her, and peels her eyes open. The room is a diluted and murky blue thanks to the storm outside, but the way it softens the Spyglass's features combined with the way he nuzzles against her has her lips breaking apart in a silent laugh.
"Too bad the rain can't take care of the rest of our chores. Then we could stay in bed all day." She laments. Stretching out an arm to plunge her fingers into Finn's curls, Tobi begins to massage his head as if he were the canine-attuned and not her. "Have you ever used your channelling for chores before? Or something...unimportant?" She's fairly certain the answer is no, but with Finn one can never quite tell.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
11-29-2021, 04:33 PM (This post was last modified: 11-29-2021, 04:34 PM by Finn.)
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn mumbles something content and incoherent against the pillows, and though he's probably got no chance of falling back asleep properly, he seems to have no intention of peeling back the covers and getting up either. Sighing into the touch of Tobi's fingers in his hair, his own grip tightens around her a little, as if to draw her against his chest and away from the chores they're mentioning.
"We could have double chores tomorrow," he suggests, even as his own mind rallies against it. But here and now, it almost seems like a good idea. "Mm, no. I try not to use it all that often," he says of his channelling. "It always feels very rude." Calling on spirits and gods and making them do things isn't really his thing, as a rule.
Easily moved, more of Tobi's body is laying on Finn than is on the bed, her fingers continue to move with a lazy decadence through his hair as she smiles against the hum of his words through his chest. "Mmm, not double." The doctor groans. Neither of them is the sort to actually put anything off. No amount of rain-induced laziness could ever overcome their deep-seated completionist tendencies.
"That makes sense. Although..." Tobi shrugs against Finn. "..I don't mind being on-call. Helping people is what I do and though it's inconvenient at times, I'm never upset when I'm needed." Were she called to the hospital now she'd obviously be disappointed, but she'd never begrudge the patient who needed her for taking her away from her relaxing morning.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
11-29-2021, 05:08 PM (This post was last modified: 11-29-2021, 05:09 PM by Finn.)
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Not double indeed; as fun as it might be to contemplate (gasp) putting off chores, neither doctor nor Spyglass are the type to actually do so. But that doesn't mean Finn can't enjoy this relatively chilled out start to the morning. "Mm, but that is because you are a doctor and also a good person," he says quietly, his fingers strumming down the length of Tobi's back before coming to rest against the curve of her hips. "I am not sure that deities are so selfless, in comparison."
Shifting a little, which is (maybe) unfortunate only in that Finn ends up saying good morning in quite a different way, one that prods hopefully against October, the Spyglass wrinkles his nose as a particularly harsh blast of wind rattles the window in its frame. "I don't think we will be going out today, chores or no chores." All business would be conducted within the Tower, unless there's an emergency.
Arching herself subtly into Finn's hands with a sigh of contentment, Tobi yawns against Finn's shoulder. "True. I suppose not even the gods chose to be what they are...maybe they hate it." She muses. "But..if it's their job.." Suddenly, with a smirk, Tobi lifts her head with a grin. "I wonder if Caido is a bit like Cian. Just pulling all their strings from behind the scenes."
Doing that thing we all seem to do, where when someone shifts we try and anticipate their movements as if we might be helpful, Tobi adjusts one of her legs across Finn's thigh which of course presses his good morning firmly against her. Heat creeps into her cheeks as she offers Finn a shy smile. "No going out," she agrees distractedly as she stretches herself up the length of him to brush her lips against his, suddenly very aware of how wonderful it feels to be poised against him as she is.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Is it a job if they never have the opportunity to take time off?" Finn wonders, though the answer to that question is comparatively unimportant as Tobi settles herself against him, sending a flare of heat very obviously south. Inhaling a shivery sort of breath and closing his eyes as their lips meet, his hand dips lower still, gently squeezing at the soft curve of her ass before settling beneath the thigh currently draped over him.
"Are you..." he begins, though he cuts himself off with another kiss pressed against her lips quite without his permission. "Do you have to be anywhere in the next hour?" he tries again, resisting the urge to rock his hips forward and against her. With a lazy wakeup like this one, this is about as easygoing as Finn gets. That, and the more he and Tobi are together - rather than just existing alongside each other - the more simple things seem.
"They get LongNight off." Tobi points out. "Which is more than you or I." But then his hands are properly on her and talk of heralds and their vacation schedules is the farther thing from her mind. No part of Tobi might ever said to be rough, but there is something subtly more insistent in the way her fingers press into his curls.
Inhaling with surprise against his lips, Tobi shifts herself to the side that she might find herself properly astride him. "..the next..?" She repeats, her mind sluggish from sleep and slow to comprehend what he's saying given the dazzling fire currently being stoked in her belly. "..finn.." Bracing one arm against the bed that she might distance herself from his too-kissable mouth (which of course puts more downward pressure against his hips from hers, oops), Tobi gives Finn an imploring look. A, just in case you don't know what you're doing, you're turning me on, look, that Tobi quickly realizes might be lost in translation.
"...will you have sex with me?" She asks, and though it isn't the most romantic or salacious thing, there's something to be said for the clarity of being on the same page. Especially with someone like Finn. "Because..I'd quite like to have sex with you right now."
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
They do get Longnight off, and the 1% of Finn's mind that isn't drowning in the touch of Tobi's hands or the heat of her suddenly all over him wonders if the gods did that intentionally. And what do gods do at Longnight anyway, if they can't answer prayers? Is it some kind of party up in the cosmos?
You know what? Right now, Finn doesn't really care.
With Tobi properly astride him and drawing back from his lips, Finn has to stop very keen fingers that want to go sneaking beneath her sleeping shirt. Instead he forces himself to listen to what she's saying, and when the dots finally connect in his mind, his smile is crooked and pleased enough to dimple only one of his cheeks.
"Yes," he says, letting his tongue tease along her lower lip before he leans in for another gentle kiss, though his grip around her grows tighter. His hand slips beneath her shirt, relishing the softness of her skin, and it's with a sound that's very close to need that he rolls to try and reverse their positions.
"Oh thank the gods," Tobi says with a relieved laugh. Smoothly one of her arms wraps around his shoulders as her legs stretch, making it all the easier for Finn to position himself on top. Wanting to feel his weight against her body, Tobi's hands greedily sink to his back, her fingers pressing against his skin in silent encouragement as her lips fight to remain locked against his. Nothing that she does is hasty or fast, though. Instead, despite the clear desire expressed by the movements of her tongue and the soft hums that sing out from the back of her throat, Tobi's actions are slow that she might savour every moment.
Letting her fingers trickle down to Finn's lower back, Tobi presses down at the same time as she wraps one of her legs around his waist as if she could somehow tether the pulse of pleasure she feels each time he presses against her.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Later - I don't want to end up channelling now," Finn murmurs with a laugh that's lost in the shifting of their bodies and the sounds of Tobi's encouragement. It's all too easy to oblige her; every grind and press of her against him sends a flare of impatient pleasure up through the backs of his legs and his hips, and he braces one arm over her so the other can explore the arch of her back, her breasts, her thighs.
Morning sex is not the type to last very long, he knows that well enough, but there's something about this that begs to be savoured. And so even as Finn's kisses drop against the side of Tobi's neck and his hand teases at her underwear as if to coax it out of the way, there's nothing that seems particularly rushed about his movements. He wants, and he wants to be wanted as well, and all of this is so new that it feels like it can't really be happening.
It's the sort of pleasure that almost feels like too much, that's how strong and foreign it is. Tobi finds herself laughing against the sensation as if that's the only way she can articulate just how big and good Finn's hands feel. "Finn," She moans into the crook of his neck, as she grabs at the bottom of his sweatpants with her toes to try and tug them off without needing to take her hands away from him.
Feeling her heart quicken and flares of heat begin to thrum in tandem with her pulse as Finn's fingers paw at her underwear, October tries to remind herself she can relax into this. Having not realized just how tense she'd made herself everywhere, Tobi sighs the rigidity from her muscles. "Touch me," She encourages, her lips against the shell of Finn's ear.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Just as Finn's touch might feel good to Tobi, the Spyglass similarly relishes how small and delicate the doctor is beneath his hands; how warm and welcoming her curves are; how each sound he draws from her throat is so good and so different to what he's used to. He smiles at the sound of her laughter, for once not even considering the social implication that what they're doing is funny. In fact, he understands it completely, shifting to try and awkwardly tug down his sweatpants beneath the blankets.
Before he quite gets that far, though, her whisper presses against the shell of his ear, and he hitches in a breath that in no way suggests he's going to deny her. "With my hand or my mouth?" he asks, before his lips are capturing hers once more and he makes the decision for her. Finn's hand slips against her beneath her underwear, stroking a gentle and indulgent finger up towards her clit.
Keenly the doctor notices the loss of one of Finn's hands as he speeds along her efforts to remove his sweatpants. It absolutely seems unfair that he's still wearing underwear and that she was denied his touch, but such is the way of things. Her question has Tobi's eyelashes fluttering, trying to not only comprehend what's being asked by also to come up with an answer, before his mouth is suddenly against hers and she realizes how unbearably far he would seem, poised between her thighs.
Surrendering to the feel of him overtop of her, Tobi's hands cling to Finn's back and shoulder as her thighs part to allow him a greater range of motion. Shivering against the decadent sensation of his finger gliding against her, Tobi's thoughts are a dazzle of rushing streams and stormy eyes. Hitching in a breath as his finger finds her precise rhythm and pressure, Tobi gasps against Finn's lips as she squirms silently beneath his touch.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
