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James Clark BOT 18-Aug-23 09:34 PM
The craggy cliff that old place stood upon jutted its ugly shape out of the ocean like an angry fist. Upward the twisting mass of rocks rose until terminating without warning with a lazy outward curl of black stone. The ancient castle pouted over the edge and its largest tower seemed to lean outward toward the ocean and point to the body of liquid that would consume the entire structure someday. It was a spindly mass of solid engineering whose belly churned with knowledge of times forgotten. It was called a library, and a library it was. However if one was fortunate enough to get lost inside alone they would find each space within her old walls was themed separately and at random. Sometimes the room would be lavish with plush purple spires of exotic shaped furniture. Other times it would be a simple space void of distractions, but always a place to read or write. ‘The place which existed because they allowed’ had passed through many hands in its legendary cursed existence, and the various maddening states of decoration are a reflection of these various custodians. The Librarians were known from the mouth of the moon to the words of even the Bible, and do not be mistaken they were mad. All of them forcefully chosen. All of them with no choice but to obey, yet each one possessed a certain knack for the strange that made them each a perfect benefactor of the old castle. Tonight its looming gates of thick quarry cut rock protected the fragile contents from the war of a storm. It currently worked tirelessly to siege the lonesome locale, and even though the patrons contained within all knew from experience that it would stand firm, the storms of Mismire had a way of convincing the thickest of oaks that their lives are at gale’s mercy, and it was this very thing the Librarian currently pouted about.
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. Midway up the leftmost tower was a floor to ceiling blue glass window. It caught the light and shimmered it into various soft etched faces. Each one supposedly was the look of someone who had loved you in a past life. James knew better, and he currently leaned against the thick paned portal with his forehead. In all honesty its true use was unknown to him. However he knew from reading the memoir of a long dead Librarian that an old woman with the ears of a lynx would come visit it once every ten years and press a carved box to its surface. Why did they do it? That specific Lord never knew, but the visitor always brought a stack of unique texts whose donation made their ritual worth the risk. Mr. Clark neither cared or knew what any of this meant, but pressing his head to the cold glass on deafening stormy nights always cleared it of the pulsing headache that accompanied bouts of insomnia. It also made him forget his dreams, which was a welcome side effect tonight. Whose bright idea was it to build a house of books beside the ocean? Only the oldest of gods could in their naivety construct such pure a monument to hubris. A billowing punch of screaming Atlantic air rattled off a deeper part of the keep, and the sad groan seemed to be in response to his internal judgment of the site. “Sorry.” His flat tone was unremarkable aside from the thick accent carrying it aloft, and he hoped the simple apology appeased the structures old bones. Falling water blanketed the front lawn so thick that he couldn’t see it from a mere three stories up. Had something darted from one shrub to the next, or had that been another shadow of falling water he had assumed was some horrific beast? It mattered not. This place had stood against beings fouler than a storm can conjure, and the tired man closed his eyes to let the mysterious window lull his thoughts some more. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 19-Aug-23 02:54 PM
Almost a weeks time had already come and gone since Lärk and her family had set out on the temperamental waters of the Atlantic seeking a new home. The ship was large and had taken the shipbuilder almost three entire years to make. The expert craftsmanship showed in the way the smooth wood stayed afloat without a single leak. Lärk had never been out on the open ocean like this before and she had been fearful of the dark waters below since she set foot onto the ship. There was no other choice to be had though, her family, along with almost her entire small village had been forced to set out to find a new place to settle. The land had gone bad and no crops were growing, the animals had been dying and the milk turned to curdle too soon. Something was deeply amiss and those who had been believed to be the cause were left behind to watch them disappear from the shore. .
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Everything had been going relatively smoothly until the sixth night. The sky had been a murky color for the entirety of the day and even surrounded by water Lärk could sense the impending rain. Oh if only it had been like your average rain. When night fell upon the ocean and all of its inhabitants the winds turned violent and the rain was torrential, none of the lanterns would remain lit no matter how hard anybody tried and they were all too weak and afraid to use any kind of magic effectively. Her mother, Aine, had tried desperately to keep some kind of soft glow upon her people but exhaustion had gotten the better of her and Lärk was struggling to even keep her upright. She knew that she would be okay so long as the rain stopped soon and they could rest effectively. That of course was not what happened, instead a wave unlike anything Lärk had ever seen before reached out of the Atlantic and swallowed the mighty ship whole. Holding her breath she barely managed to climb her way back to the surface with a gasped breath. Panicked eyes searched the expansive darkness but not another soul was to be seen. Thoughts of trying to swim back down to save her loved ones tried to make themselves known but she knew it was too dangerous. .
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Managing to find a few floating pieces of wood she clung to them for dear life as the waves thrashed her about, it felt as if the ocean was trying to swallow her whole on purpose. Nails scraped against wood in the effort that it took to hold on and the salty water stung as they lifted from their beds. Lärk floated like that in the raging abyss for hours until seemingly out of nowhere a craggy old cliff came into her view. The will to live was overpowering as she kicked her feet, desperate to feel them on solid ground once more. The fear of whatever was lurking below was just an added motivation to get out of the water. Kicking and kicking and kicking she finally drug herself up and onto the land with a ragged sob. It took what felt like ages battling against the strong winds and rain before she was banging metal against metal on an old door. “Is anyone there? Please, I need help.” Another three bangs of metal against metal was all she managed before her weak body fell in a heap slumped against the door. Was this the world way of making sure her kind never saw the light of day again? @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 19-Aug-23 03:35 PM
A fluttering of nearby parchment roused the man from his leaning nap. Leaflets of bone white were so beautiful and bare they begged to be marked up with ink’s touch. Beside the unused ream was just that very dark liquid, and he moved to scratch his restless thoughts onto paper. The moment his head dipped in the motion of snatching up a quilled pin the short man standing to his right startled James with a jump. “Christ, I am going to take your keys if you keep doing that.” The Librarian’s voice sounded soft reverberating off the cloud like cushions covering nearly every piece of furniture surrounding them. The newcomers voice responded with, “We have a wounded patron, they have been escorted to the infirmary.” Straight to the point and void of humor. Just what James had come to expect of the building’s oldest Rector. Is this a hospital now? He had almost made the mistake of asking the snarky question with his own voice, but he knew better than to provoke the old man. Besides he knew himself that at one point this place had been a hospital, and even though the affliction treated had been one of the mind it still counted in a way. It seemed the clergyman had intended for him to follow, and this was evident by the way he still stood staring. Finally the Librarian spoke, “Lead the way.” He motioned his hand forward toward the open door behind him. A striking shock of grief over leaving the unused paper behind gripped at his chest. The nightly melancholy he had intended to transition atop its surface would be lost without the help of a raging storm. How is he supposed to do his job if interrupted for work the moment inspiration strikes? It’s a feeling he had felt filling up his soul’s cup of recent, but he needed more evidence before confronting anyone about it. Besides, sometimes it can be better to keep ones thoughts to themselves. Especially in Mismire.
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. They had since left the tower, and the previous questions of why he was being bothered still whispered in his head. He felt brave, “Why are the girls not with this stranger? Shouldn’t they be better suited-“ The Rector spoke over him, “They are with it. They also thought you might want to see.” 

It was hard to argue with that logic. It was the Librarian’s job to record the new histories after all, and whatever mysterious wounded thing they felt the need to drag his attention toward must be interesting. Fog crept its way across the face of his glasses. Was his skin that hot from being talked down to by the old man or was the temperature changing? The closer they grew to the infirmary the more their environment grew strange. At first it had been the up and down fluctuations in temperature, but now it was a soul drenching hue of melancholy. It was powerful, and the few who called this building home knew better than to assume it was just their mind conjuring such feeling. Hushed whispers of the few remaining members of staff permeated the thick wooden doors. They had made it here faster than he hoped, and despite being in a place considered his James still found himself full of concern for what had everyone else up this late. Loud voices, even if carried by whispers wind, still made the benefactors upset. James felt the tense stirring’s of anxiety stringing into his gut’s violin. It can’t be that bad or else they would be running right? The rector stopped before pushing open the wide portal, “It’s not that bad… but its different. Steel yourself.” Last time this man warned him of something the next door he opened contained a bottled piece of Saturn, so it would take quite an event to warrant such a disclaimer. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 20-Aug-23 12:20 PM
Lärk could feel the light inside of her fading as she lay there waiting for whoever was hopefully inside the foreboding building standing before her. Being tossed around for hours in the cold salty water had taken its toll on her body and she hadn’t even realized the giant bleeding gash on her thigh that had been leaking crimson in a trail since she dragged herself from the murky depths. Her eyes had just fluttered shut when the door opened with a spine chilling creak and she didn’t even have enough energy left to keep herself from falling halfway into the entry when it was no longer there supporting her wilted form. Her eyes opened enough to get a glimpse of the person who was currently hoisting her into the warmer air of the castle. The face that she was met with was kind looking enough, although there was also a pained look of what was either annoyance or worry etched into her features as well. She supposed that she would likely react the same way if some strange woman ended up slumped against her door. By the time Lärk started to really come to she was laid out on some kind of bed, at least it felt like a bed, it was soft underneath her aching form and she could feel the warmth of some kind of itchy cloth being wrapped around her upper body. One of the women who was in the room fluttering about whispering to the other had pulled her pants out of the way to tend to what she now realized was her severely injured leg and the pain was unlike anything she had felt before. The stinging of some kind of solution, she assumed it was something to sterilize the area, burned like hot iron when it sank into the flesh and she had long lost the capacity to control the emotions radiating off of her. The grimace that painted its way onto the rooms other occupants made it glaringly obvious they were feeling her suffering. The guilt was almost just as overwhelming as the pain and sadness. .
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Some stitches and a thick layer of bandaging later she was handed some dry clothes to change into and allowed to rest without being poked and prodded at any further. At some point someone had said something to her in a language she was unfamiliar with, being too tired to fully understand she had just nodded her head in agreement and before she knew it a warm mug full of steaming liquid was placed on the table next to her. Pulling herself up into a seated position again had proven to be more difficult than she thought it would but the liquid warming her from the inside out was well worth it. The people around her seemed to visually relax as well. At least it wasn’t always something negative that she made others feel the impact of, her thoughts reminded her of this as she laid back down and finally began the process of regaining her strength.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 20-Aug-23 12:30 PM
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James Clark BOT 20-Aug-23 01:05 PM
The stern man heaved against thick doors, and they parted with the groan of old hinges. The two slipped through the gap with the silent swish of their robes. Inside it smelled of antiseptic and burning wood, but the most striking difference from hallway to infirmary was the cozy sensation of welcome. Had the library been trying to communicate a separate feeling from the one within, or was this guest’s sudden appearance to blame? When they entered the crowd surrounding the aforementioned intruder parted with a sudden hush of whispers. Four frustrating years James had called this place home, and yet most who lived here still treated him like a spy. To be fair, he was an outsider compared to some tenures, but he had made what felt like genuine effort to make friends. The staff kept moving away from the bed until they cleared the space and were huddled against the far wall. The Rector didn’t break stride, and kept pacing his way across the long space. James dipped his head toward the three girls, “Evening.” Two of them didn’t pay him any more attention than their return stares, but Hazel the nurse offered a quick nod. She also spoke a few words, “Be mindful of her leg.” There was a growing sensation of panic that pumped into his veins, and he steadied himself upon the bed’s lower post to not fall over. James glanced upward form his wavering spot to see if anyone else had been effected. His guide’s lantern light had danced new shadows up the rocky walls. He had felt it too, so it had to be beyond the buildings reach.
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. His gaze finally settled upon the guest. He was still at the bottom of the bed, and her attention had focused upon James for a moment. That moment was all the Librarian needed, and he was embarrassed by the wine red flush she had brought to his face. He had entertained many exotic guests within these halls in his short time here, so he liked to think himself somewhat callous to the effects of a pretty face. This was different however and her very presence seemed to make your soul swim. Wisdom set his mind on edge, and he tried to recall reading about such magic before. Was she a predator and this was a way to lure her prey? Perhaps this aura surrounding her is a curse? He knew better than to jump to any conclusion.
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. The meditative focus of calming himself allowed the storm clouds covering his thought to clear. From his peripheral the wrapping about her leg was obvious, and the wound already leaked red. The pace was not concerning, but its significance could not be ignored. Somewhere a quill left its crystal stand to etch a note of reminder: Thank Hazel for her good work. 

Initially he thought of asking how she felt, but it was likely those questions had been offered ad nauseam. “Do you have business in the Library?” It was a multi layered inquiry. He wished to know if this had been their destination. Were they wounded along the way? Does this guest even know where they are? Her eyes twinkled in the dim light of the late hour, and the Rector hardly moved as the exchanged played out. It was the Librarians place after all to know the happenings of anyone here. It was also a good question to ask in front of everyone present. If the puzzling individual did not know the true nature of this place then it was better kept a secret. They weren’t required to offer assistance, but it was better than any alternative. Through the gap left by their entry the melancholic sound of a clock chiming echoed within the space. Almost everyone was here currently, and it was the first time since the previous year he had seen so many faces at once. Would the event end up being a good omen? The longer he pondered the odd happenings the less he felt confident it was so. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 20-Aug-23 02:44 PM
Wide nervous eyes glanced towards the sound of a door opening with another creak that was almost as bone chilling as the one the front doors had made when another man made his way inside the room. The people that had been crowding the bed that Lärk was resting in parted in a way that told her this man was of some sort of importance. Perhaps he was the owner of the impressive building, although he appeared to be close to her age, she wondered if maybe he had inherited the place from a family member. All of the words that had been spoken thus far made no sense to her ears. Typically she would be able to understand anyone from anywhere said to her but her brain seemed to be lacking the power to fully function from the accident. It was a frustrating realization but it was a problem she knew would work itself out once she was able to get some rest, hopefully some sleep. She watched as eyes drifted to her leg and back to her face and pulled the scratchy blanket up to cover herself more when the man's face tinted red. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, the fae had always been blessed with beauty but still, it felt intrusive. His lips parted as he started to speak to her and a few words made themselves known to her as he did. ‘Business’ and ‘library’ Eyebrows pinched in confusion at the latter, was that really what this place was considered? It was so large and she thought perhaps somehow wires had gotten crossed and she misunderstood. “Níl aon ghnó agam anseo bhí mo long scriosta ar muir” Unbeknownst to her she was still speaking in her native tongue when she attempted to explain .
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she had no business here and that her ship had been wrecked at sea. Scanning the room it became apparent that nobody understood what she had said and a heavy weight of defeat permeated the air now along with the nervousness from before. “Caithfidh mé mo scíth a ligean, tá gach duine eile marbh, an bhfanfaidh mé, le do thoil?” The words came out with a panic as she tried to explain that she just needed to rest and that everyone else was dead. A frustrated huff filled the air when once again everyone just stared blankly. This wasn’t going to work. She needed to be able to communicate. Never before had she been unable to and it was so frustrating she felt she could scream, only silence followed the thought though. An exhaustive amount of energy was put into focusing her mind to be able to find a few words that the man and those who appeared to work for him could understand. “Rest, please, no harm.” Thumbs pointed their way inwards towards her body when she claimed to mean no harm, and her eyes fluttered with the threat of passing out just from trying to conjure them up. Sleep was threatening to take hold of her before she was ready and she didn’t want to appear rude to those who had just saved her from what would have likely been a cold and painful death outside in the night. The tension in the room was obvious and it was from more than just her contagious emotions, she could sense that there was far more to this place than meets the eye. “Rest…please?” @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 20-Aug-23 03:33 PM
It was a flowery and knotted language the wounded patron spoke. The roots it was conjured with were unfamiliar. The accent she spoke with was foreign, and even the way she seems to react with her face is different. James was disappointed in his inability to recognize the sounds. Most earthly tongues were familiar to him, and he even counted a few mystical patterns as fluent. Whatever lovely noises the bedridden woman made were new to his ears. Was he embarrassed because of his own standards, or because he now felt foolish in front of everyone? Either way he deemed it all a distraction, and he felt his inability to handle the situation only deepen when she attempted to speak again. The Librarian let his eyes lazily drag the room to see if anyone offered up their knowledge of the speech. The rector offered a shrug, and his lantern’s light once again flickered across every surface in response. He felt bad for it in a way. The the stranger finally offered some helpful information by requesting solace. James shot the Rector a look of, ‘you drug me down here for this’ before letting his eyes fall back to her. It figures he would be summoned at this hour just for a pretty stranger to tell him to leave. Books were better company anyway. Without responding to her the Librarian rose and gestured around the room with a long arm. The asymmetric styling to his robe made it so a dangling bit of sharp fabric shimmered as he made the motion. “I suppose we should all return to our work for the evening. It seems the guest wishes to rest.” He could already picture several tomes scattered throughout the large building whose words may offer some insight.
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. He brought his face to hers again. She was petite, fair skinned, stark white hair, and an aura of meddling energy that seemed to twist the heart. If that was what she wore on a sleeve who knows what other hidden horrors await beneath her skin. There was a clamminess to her features that suggested her wish for rest may be warranted. Regardless she was being cared for by someone else, and there were plenty of other things better suited for his skills. James dipped his head in a polite bow before glancing at the Rector. After their mutual look they both turned with a similar movement and fled the room. The rest of them hovered a few more seconds, and after sharing a few whispers they all left the room spare the nurse. The tall woman fumbled with a set of silver plates near where she stood before pacing over to the filled bed.
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. She spoke in a hushed voice full of years of empathetic professionalism, “I know you cant understand me right now, poor thing.” Raising a rag from the steaming pot she rung out the excess water before wiping it across the concerned guest. The liquid was infused with a minty fume, and it filled the head with a popping sensation of dreariness. She continued to speak, “I am one room down the hall on your right.” Hazel made a snaking motion with her arm toward the door, suggesting you follow its route if you need help. After finishing the touching process of wiping your face she returned the supplies to their original cart. She made some effort to straighten up the large space, and shelved a few books that had been open atop her desk back into a nearby shelf. Most of the spines were aged, but a few shined with impressive hues as if the suns rays had soaked inside. Hazel eventually ended up near the door where she waved toward the bed with a sunny smile. She pointed toward a key hanging on a nearby hook, and then changed her finger’s end to the lock inside the door. In a stern voice she said, “The doors here lock on both sides. Most rooms have a key inside. It’s not a good idea to wander here alone… least of all when unfamiliar.” The door closed with a firm clunk, and there was a rattling of metal as she assumedly latched it from the other side. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 20-Aug-23 04:13 PM
Lärk kept her eyes on the man who had come in last when she spoke and noticed the air about him change. He seemed bothered, annoyed, maybe even a little embarrassed for reasons that she could not place. Perhaps he had been busy and her arrival interrupted something important and for that she felt guilty. Back home on the small island from which she came from she had often kept to herself spending the vast majority of her time wandering about collecting wildflowers and making friends with the animals that skittered about. Of course she contributed and helped with the farming and taking care of some of the village children but more often than not Lärk found herself in her own company. It wasn’t that her and her family weren’t close, she just enjoyed her solitude. A shimmering of fabric caught the newcomer's eye and had she not been so exhausted she would have reached out to figure out what exactly it was. Instead she was met with inquisitive eyes that seemed to investigate her entire being again. She couldn’t help but to wonder why he seemed so put off by her presence, perhaps he had never been around someone like her before. It was a good thing her wings, or what was left of them anyway, were concealed underneath the change of clothes that she had been so graciously given by the kind nurse. For some reason Lärk felt that she could trust this woman who had introduced herself as Hazel. She had a kind face and a soft gentle touch that made her seem like a natural caretaker. Lärk could understand why the woman chose the job. .
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When the two men left the room after a polite bow she felt herself able to relax more than she had when they were present. Perhaps not as much as she had thought because when Hazel lifted the steaming rag to her head she jerked it back in fear. Had she been wrong about the woman so easily? The smell of mint danced its way into her nose though and she realized that she was only trying to take care of her once more. Settling back into the bed she listened to the woman speak, picking up on a few words here and there but not enough to make sense of anything. The touch of the rag against her balmy forehead sent a sharp pang of longing for her mother right through her heart and the weight of everything that had been lost started to settle in. Curious and tired eyes followed the motion of the nurses hand as if they were making a guide for where she could be found and Lärk took note of it even though she didn’t imagine she would be getting out of bed at any point in the night, not only did she not intend to wander about where she wasn’t entirely sure she was welcome to do so, but she didn’t think she had the strength. When the door was locked from the other side she sighed heavily and let her body sink further into the bed. The rain was still falling in buckets outside and nature's music was quickly lulling her into a fitful sleep. Each toss and turn sent pain through the injured leg and her body had broken into a cold sweat at some point in the night. Floating in the cold for as long as she did must have given her some kind of chill that would hopefully pass by morning. Had she been awake she would feel guilty for the fear and heartbreak that she was sure was radiating off of her like rays from the sun. Thankfully, for her anyways, sleep kept the fingers of guilt from fisting around her heart this time. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 20-Aug-23 04:42 PM
After leaving the infirmary James and his guide had made way for the Western tower. Not only was this the spot that James had begun his evening, but it was the same tower he considered his home. No specific location in the old Castle belonged to any one man or woman, but most had a piece of it they considered their favorite. The Western tower was the shortest of three spires home to the Library. This one was made of a marbled rock that ran with rivers of midnight black. It had been constructed by the Fourth librarian, and this was known by the copper plaque hammered into its first step. The woman who built it had been a stone worker, and it was said she spent most of her time here building it. If you think that an odd thing for a person of the written word to do, most would agree. However this towers stones were inscribed with the thin prose of her penmanship. He had never taken the time to read the entire thing, but it made him feel at ease to be surrounded by such an epic. Plus, it would seem to him, that no matter which part you were standing by it always appeared to present a new line. The two had walked in silence until back at that tower’s foundation. They stood facing each other, and their words came in violent whispers. First it was the Rector, “I told Hazel we cannot keep her here overnight, the risk is much too high.” 
James tended to agree her presence was a great risk, but the act of just kicking her out did not rest lightly upon his heart. He offered a rebuttal, “Perhaps we let her stay until she can support her own weight. We note her arrival in the records and that will be it.” The old man shot James a stern glance that suggested his thought naive. The Rector said, “What if she was followed? We know not why she was wounded.”
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. “Then this old building will stand firm as it always has. I would hope a mystical intruder and her purser a small bout for it.” The old man looked taken back, and then laughed. “I’m not worried about the Castle mate, I am concerned about the flesh and blood kin who call it home.” He hadn’t been trying to insinuate the staff as expendable, but the accusation to his tone filled James with remorse. He knew the stories of a few past peoples who had held his position. There was the one who turned themselves into a lighthouse, and another who supposedly became a disease that still haunts Mismire in warm summer months. James spoke again, “My decision is final. She stays until the wound is healed, and then we clean it all up.” His arms waved around as if suggesting a mystery creature is a small corner spill. At least the guest appeared quiet. Without a goodnight or closing comment the man spun with a silent twirl and left James alone with this thoughts. He stood there perplexed by the odd energy of the evening before climbing his way to the top room. At least his long walks about the building were improving his stamina, and this was evident by how easy the flight to his room was. Not even a stitch in his side at the top, whereas before it used to leave him panting. The Western tower’s top floor was always lit by a warm fire, and its funneling heat was guided upward out a decorated chimney. The stones would heat to a blue white glow before emitting a soft twinkling sound. It made a lovely lullaby to sleep too, but this was not his current plan. Stuffing himself into a large chair besides a window, he lowered a current read into his lap. It was a better use of his time to study the night’s odd events, but he decided instead to find comfort in hobby. Several pages in the plot was currently depicting a wizard’s gun duel. Seconds later his head was tilted backwards, and the sandman dripped drops into his skull that left him snoring until morning. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 20-Aug-23 06:31 PM
By the time Lärk stirred from her rest much of the day had already passed, it must have been mid afternoon she could tell even with the clouds still hanging heavy in the sky. It had been something she was always good at, knowing the time of day, and her mother had always told her that it was because she was so in touch with nature. 'That one has roots.' Was a common phrase that left her mouth. She never meant that her daughter was bound to one place though, simply that her connection to the earth went beyond just the things that lived upon its surface. With aching bones her feet managed to find the floor and she pushed herself up to standing. Exhaustion still clung to her in heavy strands that wanted to pull her back into the bed but what was worse was the thirst. She desperately needed a drink and the mug from the night before was long empty. Creeping into the hallway after turning the heavy key in the lock she followed the directions that Hazel had given her the night before in hopes that she would be there. Knocking softly at the door she spoke at the other side of it, "tráthnóna maith, go gcuirim trioblóid ort le haghaidh deoch uisce" Cursing herself for speaking the wrong language again she tried to say it in a way that would be understood. "G..good afternoon. May I trouble you for a drink of water?" .
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The language felt foreign on her tongue as she spoke it but she was grateful she would hopefully be able to speak to the people who inhabited the large library. If you could call it that. Even the small corridor that she had walked down seemed somehow strange and the place had a mysterious air about it that she couldn't ignore. She didn't want to be here any longer than she needed to be. It felt haunted, and not by all friendly things. When the knock at the door went unanswered she wasn't completely surprised, as late in the day as it was she was certain most people would be up and tending to other things by now. Walking with a limp she made her way further down the hall. "Hello? Is anyone there?" The warning about how it wasn't wise to wander was playing over in her mind as she did just that but there wasn't exactly another way to find anyone now was there? @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 20-Aug-23 07:32 PM
After his fitful attempts at rest the night before it was a welcome thing to have no dreams. The mindful glass of that blue window must have done its job in vacuuming his mind empty. His only regret from the night previous was a soreness of neck from being craned backwards over his chair. Last nights book still sat in his lap, and the pages had fluttered him to a random spot. He sat the object down beside himself before rising with a stretch. After preparing himself for the day it took until halfway down the tower steps to recall the mysterious guest. Why did his heart quicken so at the thought of seeing her face again? There were texts within these very halls capable of teaching one the art of summoning if they so wished. Perhaps if he framed the emotions in the same vein as getting the chance to see a show or an arranged set of flowers… Three times that morning he found himself conveniently passing those wide doors. The first two times had been honest crossings in his path, but the third time was a decent stretch to make fit. Every time he passed the infirmary the strong entrance still stood proudly closed. After the third attempt James made an honest attempt at some work. There was talk of an investigator coming to visit. Luckily they did not intend to enforce any set of code here, but they were curious in a set of texts that contain information on stars. Whereas typical books on the subject may contain depictions of their location the sky, these specific tomes were about the process of creating one. Why would one want to do that? Those are questions the Librarian had himself, and so he had previously made the choice to read them first. If the letters received were to be trusted this new guest was set to arrive any day now.
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. He hadn’t completely disregarded the task, but the effort required to finish them before arrival was sizable. The set of six books laid sprawled open on various carts of a book wheel. The first two lay closed, already finished, and the other four displayed various progress in their own contents. His knowledge of the subject was rather poor, and thus he had to keep falling back on previous installments to train his mind. Currently the author was on a rambling tangent about essence, a materia he considers necessary to attuning your soul to the task. The process of acquiring it was vague, the way of handling it was poorly described, and yet the man continued to write on and on about it. He hadn’t even discovered it yet he seemed obsessed with the stuff.
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. It was boring him. Once again he found himself wandering back toward the guest’s location. It was his job right? She was intruding on a rather private collection of sacred objects with the potential to bring magnificent ruin. His failure had been in picking up pace at the sound of her voice. She was speaking in a recognizable tongue. Something about the soothing allure to her drew him closer with newfound fervor. James rounded a corner and by cutting it too close sealed their awkward greeting. He collided with her, and the force of the impact almost sent both sprawling. His chin had jumped off her forehead, and the collision sent his teeth chattering together with a sharp click. Shame enveloped him for rushing in the space, and he could feel the benefactor’s eyes drilling his head for being so careless here. It’s an interaction he would hear about at a later date. “I’m so terribly sorry.” He spoke the words with a thick British accent. With the briefest of touches James helped to steady the swaying women. He thought back to her wounded leg, and cursed at himself for risking its recovery. “Truly, you are a guest here and I am a fool.” Did it smell like a garden in this hallway? There is no possible way she somehow laced herself with perfume. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 20-Aug-23 08:37 PM
Running her hand along the cool stone wall as she walked she could feel the energy of the building thrumming beneath her fingertips. Just where had she stumbled upon after that storm? The rain wasn't as torrential today but the occasional rumble of thunder vibrated under her fingers as she walked. It was a slow process given how badly each step hurt as she took it but she was grateful to be moving at all. Stopping to rest for a moment leaning against the wall, images from the night before flooded her mind. She could vividly remember the fear in her mother's eyes when they saw the incoming wave, the wave that would wash away everyone she had ever known. Would their bodies ever come to shore or were they lost to a watery grave forever. She hoped they would still be able to find peace and wouldn't be doomed to wander the myst. "Le do thoil teacht ar an iarmháthair." Please find The After, mother. Hushed words seemed to echo in the empty hallway. Empty until the man from the previous night came barreling around the corner and crashed into her interrupting not only her thoughts but also her balance. The wind that always follows another quickly moving human smelled of old books and the slightest hint of tobacco, he also smelled warm and welcoming like some kind of spice. It was nice, she thought. He spoke with a much thicker accent than the woman the night before had and she was having trouble understanding him through it. "Please, speak slower. I'm having trouble understanding." .
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Her features gave away the fact that she was both in pain and struggling to understand as he helped her regain her balance. Nobody aside from family had ever touched her in any way before and the strange hands had her pulling away as if she's been singed by his hands. The longing for home and the people it used to hold was growing stronger the longer she was awake. By this time of afternoon she should have been wandering the forest for mushrooms and wildflowers, not nursing a wound and trying to learn to speak the language of strange people. "May I please have a drink of water?" The original reason she had stumbled from the infirmary to begin with dawned on her once more when she remembered how dry her mouth felt. The salt water had taken its toll on every bit of her body from the way it seemed to suck the moisture from her skin to the way it put an unnatural wave in her hair. She'd decided on the second night on that wretched ship that water was not meant to be salty. Her mother, having lived nearly two centuries, had laughed at her for bemoaning the ocean. "I'm sorry to have intruded last night. The ship I was on was swept up in the storm. I swam my way ashore and this was the first place I saw."
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James Clark BOT 21-Aug-23 02:35 PM
The gentle woman’s face screwed up in near horror at his attempts to help her balance. James parted his hands from her with a quick motion, and immediately regretted having tried to touch her in the first place. He almost considered stammering out an apology, perhaps with an added explanation about how he didn’t mean for it to be sensual. Would that have been entirely true? Telling lies in the Library was not prohibited, but certain prying eyes do not like the practice. His hands clasped at each other behind his back. While she was pleading for him to slow down the man forced his eyes to wander the canvas of a painting. It depicted a resolute looking man who held a lit scepter high above. The metal glowed without any apparent source, and its surface was inscribed with minute notes about the sun. The girl’s pronunciation of things was overdone and much too firm. How does she possess the capability to hold conversation while also annunciating things like a first time speaker? Water. His eyes met hers for a brief moment at the request, but quickly they returned to scanning a wall. Poor thing just needed something to drink and here he stood trying to ignore her beauty. One of the librarians hands twisted into a fist behind him, and he scolded himself for being so animalistic. How am I expected to séance these halls of madness when I cannot keep my eyes off an injured guest? The man’s eyes closed and he tried his best for a warming smile. He spoke slower this time, and made sure to move his lips with a dramatized effort, “So sorry for intruding upon your space, please, follow me.” That was vague enough apology to cover the collision and the brief touch of her body right? His hands still tingled warm licks of summer from the brief contact. Maybe it would do him some good to visit the locked cage of erotic novella that Hazel thinks nobody knows about.
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. They made it only a few paces up the corridor before the guest began to apologize. Noon’s strong light glittered through stained glass, and a non particular pattern of colors cast a gorgeous rainbow hue across the floor. Wait, did this crazy thing just say she got shipwrecked? James stopped his stride just long enough to make trailing him awkward. The plain way she spoke about being through such a traumatic event was equal parts depressing and terrifying. Who is walking around his sacred catalogue of information? Does the innocent mealy tongued intruder have an evil plot to uncover? Honestly you can take the art, drinks, flowers, and shelves. Just please, leave the books alone for the planet’s sake. He was lost whether she was seeking comfort for the story. Already second guessing his actions from the previous interaction he chose to just continue his walking pace back toward the infirmary. On the way he said, “What a terrifying event to survive. My heart goes out to whoever you knew aboard, and the Library has spaces I find help calm the spirit.” He paused as they slipped through the wide doors. “I can show you whenever you like.” There was a curvy metal pitcher near the door, and he poured from it a glass of water. His eyes glued themselves to the swirling pool of liquid within the vessel while handing it to her. Once again the calming aroma of flowers fluttered into his skull. If any of the gods listened to his prayers anymore, James would have offered one out for the poor thing. Sadness was evident by the forced edge in her face, and the very emotion welled within him with powerful resolve. Swallowing the sudden urge to cry, “After you are rested and feeling better, there is something I have to request you on behalf of the Benefactor’s” @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 21-Aug-23 06:07 PM
When the man's eyes blatantly left her when she asked him to slow down in speaking she dipped her head to try to get his attention again. It was honestly baffling to her that people could have a conversation without making eye contact or seeming like they were truly engaged. Had she done something to offend the man by asking him to speak slowly for her at first? It didn’t seem like too much to ask for but she supposed that maybe people here weren’t used to the adjustment period of speaking a foreign language. Was this seriously the kind of treatment that she had to look forward to being on whatever rock she had landed on? At least he had managed a smile before he started to lead her towards what she could assume would be water. The thought that he could easily be a crazy person who was planning to kill her for stumbling upon his castle on the rock made itself present in her mind and sent a bone chilling rush of fear throughout her body for the briefest of moments. It was just a flicker and truth be told she had never feared death, especially now. Perhaps that was just the lingering numbness that tried to blanket itself over the sadness so it wouldn’t shatter her heart into irreparable pieces speaking though. .
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“My entire village was on that ship. I know nobody anymore. I would like to see these areas though that would be… lovely.” More words were slowly trickling their way into her brain the longer she was awake and it was likely that before the day drew to an end she would be able to speak fluently without having to focus so much of her energy into it. “This is a very strange place.” It hadn’t occurred to her that that may be offensive to say as she took the glass of water from the man and drank until it was empty. “Oh?” That was a word that she still didn’t quite understand the meaning of having not heard anything like it before. Did he mean the person where he got the place from? People in her village handed down certain items to loved ones when they passed. Was this something similar to that? Frustration was mounting at her lack of understanding when she took the pitcher and poured more into her cup to once again drink it dry. Apparently being tossed around in the salty sea was harsher on her body than she had even realized. Bruises were settling deep into her skin from being tossed around the ship before she had surfaced and now that she was up and walking around she wanted nothing more than to lay back down. “What is the request? I have no money or goods to offer.” @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 21-Aug-23 07:18 PM
Bewildered and unblinking James stared at her brief recollection. In speech so plain you would assume it was delivered by a dying pastor she explained that everyone she knew was gone. His throat bobbed in a desperate fight to pump the little ball of sadness beneath back into his gut. Would the Rector hate the idea of her staying if he knew she was deserted here? His man mind raced for a solution, and the only one he could conjure was the possibility of assisting her journey back home. Would she even wish to return there now that her ‘entire’ village is gone? To call Mismire Keep strange is an understatement. A place with a hundred names nobody knows. A building whose very walls churn with the watchful spells of gods. Apparently a place so strange that beautiful lost monsters wash ashore with the ability to speak his tongue with growing fluency. She had quaffed the water with desperate need, and James handed her the cup he had poured himself. Then he said, “Strange is the chemical you breathe when walking about The Library.” It didn’t feel like a proper introduction, “Someday you will die. Hopefully long after I too have passed.” His robed arm rose to pat at his chest, and laced bits of golden fabric danced in afternoon sun. He continued, “Afterwords the creeping knowledge in these walls will persist. People after that will stand in our place. Wars will be fought outside the gates. Entire pieces of the Earth will shatter out into gaping sections of nothingness…” Perhaps he was being a bit full of himself, but he loved the library. “However within that rocking space of cataclysm this building will live. Will it look like this?” He shrugged, “It really doesn’t matter. You and I see a castle, the Benefactor’s see what they wish.” That caboose to his monologue seemed to satisfy the strange man.
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. The woman’s glittering eyes still looked into his at the end. It spawned little tendrils of happy dancing to snake into his chest and down into his legs. Why does she insist on the eye contact? He’d call her out for it if not the fact he had just religiously rambled about some old stone for several moments. Her question had been a good one, and its charge still tickled the air. James waved both his hands back and forth as if to dismiss the notion before saying, “No physical objects or coinage will be traded.” He stood firm and his eyes traced the far side of the room where she had slept the night before. It took years of professional courtesy to not ponder if the bed smelled like flowers too. There was a hanging need to explain himself further. “I wish to take a log of your mind. A glimpse of your making.” Truth be told there were no direct words to describe the process he was planning. The actual procedure is simple enough. He attempted to explain this, “The act is quick and painless. I need to mark your body with a symbol. You will grasp an object and then say a few lines. After that you may feel flush for a bit, but there are no lingering effects.” There were no lingering effect he had personally witnessed. The cause was good, and if she wanted any further help from him there would be no denying the request. 
 Still, he liked her and wanted to sweeten the pot. “If you so wish, I find your tale tragic, and the energy is good for this place.” Years ago the callous statement would have made his own skin crawl, but emotional balancing is an art important to Mismire. “There are plenty of rooms you can lodge within until you decide your next steps.” It was true that he wished to help the pretty thing, but he also secretly reveled in the act of making the Rector seethe. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 22-Aug-23 08:13 AM
There was something strange if not poetic about the way the man talked about the library, as if it was almost a sentient being instead of just a building. There must have been something she was missing but she found it hard to focus when the glint of golden threads kept catching the sun. The sun. She had wondered briefly if she would ever see it again, something about the storm had felt almost like punishment and she was thankful to the sky above that it decided to part and let those sweet golden rays peek through again. Perhaps she wasn't cursed after all. Surely the universe knew that nothing in the village had been her doing.. right? A small smile graced her lips when he spoke of death and dying, she often wondered how many years she would wander the earth before someone, or something, managed to kill her. It was a fickle thing being her kind, something as simple as iron would have her recoiling but so long as she did so soon enough she would be able to heal herself. Nerves tickled her stomach when she thought about the nurse checking her wounds in a couple days to find them long healed. .
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Lärk took a couple steps back when the man spoke of wanting to take a log of her mind, to see a glimpse of her making. There were sacred fae secrets that lived deep within her mind and they were not to be shared with the likes of a simple human mind, there were rules that were not made to be broken and that was one of them. "Why? What do you want to know?" The defensive bite was not well hidden from the words spoken and the urge to flee was growing stronger. A place to stay was needed until she could figure out what she was going to do next, how she would make a living was a mystery she hadn't quite thought of yet still trying to process the night before in her minds eye over and over again. "I do not wish to stay here if you only seek to pry inside my mind. I do not even know what you are called." Strangers are dangerous. That was drilled into her head by multiple elders before they had set out in their journey. Strangers aren't to be trusted no matter how kind they may seem. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 22-Aug-23 11:06 AM
He might as well have stepped on a snake’s tail for the way she recoiled at his request. The harsh spit to her following words only sealed her opinion of the entire endeavor. A nice splattering of mixed feelings marbled the pages of his soul. Her stance would be respectable… if this was a normal place full of ordinary things. It was almost endearing that she even thought the prying of her mind a choice here. As we speak there are nameless things looking into both of them. This was coupled with their flaring emotions, which only drew more attention toward the pair. Would the man ever grow stone over his heart and gain the ability to push in situations like this? His mouth stayed closed, and his tongue wormed behind clenched teeth. After a moment he seemed to relax, but his eyes no longer glowed with excitement. What had he expected, that the mystic stranger would understand how this place works? Firmly he said, “There are no laws saying you have to do anything, but it is a rude breach of custom to refuse me.” A finger swam about his chin in thought, “Although, I suppose there is no way of telling if I have offended you in any way.” Typically it didn’t matter, but it was obvious this one’s trust had to be earned. He might as well shift gears to pleasing her as getting a glimpse of her head is the only real way he say to gain from her intrusion. Forcing a softer expression onto his features the man tried to slip back into the mysterious persona. “Let’s try this again.” James forced himself to hold her eye contact, and the swimming mix of propelled emotion, pretty features, and failure to impress the woman made him feel drunk. “My name is James Clark. I am tasked with care and cataloguing of this entire space.” He tried to not add that if he left that he would meet a horrible fate before making it to Mismire village. If you listen closely on moonlit nights you can still hear the melancholic cries of an older caretaker.
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. Would she ever trust him after he had chosen to rush into the topic of ritual so quickly? Annoyed at his own incompetence and assumptions it took great effort to keep his face still. He spoke some more, “Perhaps it would help me regain some honor in your eyes if I just showed you around. You can pick a place to stay.” Whether the pretty little thing liked it or not there would be a price to pay for her lodging. If she refused to relent any magical or soulful worth to the building he can always just have her re-shelve things for a few months, gods know there is always stuff to put away. Already the three story hanging gardens struck as a good place to start. The pale creature’s sweat smelled like a citrus mix of blooming life, and the sweeter notes reminded him of the second layer. There were a few fruit trees that bloomed there. He liked the poetic optic of a light hearted flowery being inhabiting his keep. Somewhere beneath a rug and under the swinging trap door of Jame’s spirit brewed a deeper desire. The man liked to have things. He yearned to have every room of the keep filled with an exotic dame such as this one. In all honesty it was much more a collective fantasy than a power or sexual one, but he still had to actively fight the desire to pursue it. What’s worse, is the building can serve its curious purpose much quicker if its loaded with thoughts and hearts. Maybe the Library had been suffering for so long because it needed a man with drive behind it. Someone whose goals aligned with the Benefactor’s. What is the worse that can happen, she hates him and leaves? Is she going to swim over the ocean and tell her dead family? Now he knew she was cagey and didn’t like to share, and that was way in. Always better to stay quiet in the Library. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 22-Aug-23 01:13 PM
The girl looked at the librarian with a quizzical look once more. Did he truly expect her to know the customs of this place? How was she to know if he was even being truthful about it being a customary practice? For all she knew he could be lying just to get what he wanted; a glimpse inside her mind. Something that he had said stuck out to her suddenly, how did he intend to do that? This place did give off a supernatural aura but just what was held here? When her and her village had set out on their voyage she was under the impression that most other places only contained humans. There were very few places that her kind would be welcomed and she couldn't imagine this was one of them. James Clark. At least she had a name to go with the face now. It suited him, she thought. He was a striking man, soft features but a strong jaw and his eyes held a universe of their own in their deep mossy pools. It was obvious that he was struggling to keep eye contact with her, not that the girl could blame him; it wasn't an unknown fact to her that it would be difficult for any other creature to hold her gaze. .
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"My name is Lärk Lunáris but you can just call me Lärk. That's what everyone has always called me." Aside from her mother who had called her Luná on a regular basis, but that wasn't something the still stranger in front of her needed to know. Offers of being shown around were more tempting than not and they did gain him a little favor back in her eyes. She was a curious creature, she always had been and surely accepting the offer to stay would be better than dying in whatever lands she had landed herself on. "That sounds lovely James." Something flickered behind her eyes, the sound of her mother telling her to mind her manners. The man truly hasn't done anything offensive enough to not be deserving of them. "Thank you. For everything. I would like to stay until I can find a way to get by on my own." Something that she'd never imagined she would be having to do already. Circumstance hadn't left her with much of a choice but to stay here in the strange library that had yet to reveal its secrets to her. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 22-Aug-23 02:48 PM
The growing buzz of emotion within burst at the sight and sound of her name. The man’s knees wobbled, and he barely managed to catch himself upon the nearby table. The now empty pitcher of water skittered across its top. It was honestly embarrassing, and the act of guiding her on a castle wide tour felt a large task now. Once his momentary loss of composure had been regained she was still flowing on. Was she used to making people stumble about in wobbling reactions to her form? He knew something more was going on, but the cloudiness of unfamiliar magic made his thoughts gummy. It almost happened again when Lärk said ‘lovely,’ but foolishly he thought his ability to stand firm was a growing immunity. He thought the crystal quill in his bedroom was scratching notes down of what to research later, but in fact the canvas was filling with squiggled lines of nonsense. Had she really managed to talk him in a complete circle back around to just letting her stay here with no help? Inwardly he knew that her time would come, but it still felt demeaning to be walked over by a stranger. James seethed over how it was somehow inappropriate for him to request her help, but she can muck his head full of flowery nonsense. Instead of sharing his thoughts he swept his arm in a wide arc toward the door. After a bow that finally broke the powerful eye contact he spoke while moving form the space. “I’m glad our sacred grove could be of service. Now, if you would please…” After she had followed him from the room and he had made the effort of locking both doors he led her deeper into the building.
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. The further you travel into that shrouded place the more extravagant the decoration would become. Paintings grew in number and hue, while their borders began to present themselves with precious metals. Various stone busts of passed guest and staff lined the tall walls, and most halls were lit by shifting lines of skylight. Along the way he caught Lark’s eyes wandering upward to the steepled ceilings of glass. “It all passes through one point before being deflected out. There is a glass orb in the Tall Tower that the light slithers through.” An old mad experiment by a tenant who sought to become a supposed ‘particle.’ Jame’s couldn’t recall if he had succeeded, but he did know the man started several large fires.
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. The closer they grew to the destination the more the air grew heavy with flowery scents. The door to the gardens was a foggy veil of hanging beads, and they separated with a glassy hiss when stepped through. Once outside the senses were immediately assaulted by the sounds of bristling green plant life. The tall brutalist stone structure was basically three gridded rectangular prisms stacked atop each other. Each of the four grounding posts had a wrapping staircase, whose guiding rails were draped in the fluorescent hue of a growing vine. The entire thing was covered in the snaking plant, and its stalks were adorned with glittering white-blue flowers. Each level was themed to a different purpose. James spoke with fervor, “The first level is beauty, the second food, and the third belongs to more harmful life.” His hand moved upward with each advance of the explanation, and the angled fabric of his sleeve dangled with practiced brilliance. If the gods have to look at it all day they might as well make it beautiful. “My favorite are the oranges, I like the peel in my tea.” Did she even care? It mattered not, if she planned on living here free of charge the least she can do is listen to him ramble. “Lady P., the first Librarian, had an obsession with deadly poultice. The upper level has a private bed.” @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 22-Aug-23 03:30 PM
Lärk tilted her head with concern when the man in front of her seemed to lose his balance for a moment. She assumed that perhaps he was ill himself and didn’t bother to say anything to point it out. It could have also been her natural magic working on him in which case there wasn’t much she could do about it. Not for lack of trying but it wasn’t often that she had come into contact with people that weren’t a part of her village. The ones that she had encountered always either ran once laying eyes upon her or offered various gifts for favors in return. There had been other fae in her village that took more malicious roles and that was why they all had to flee. The most Lärk had ever done was steal shiny trinkets and send men to bring her fresh baked goods. Was what was happening to the man in front of her because they had exchanged names? She had heard that an exchange of names was similar to an exchange of power but she had never learned nor given the name or an outsider or her own. She’d barely had a moment to feel guilty about the possibility before he was leading her down extravagant halls lined with works of art unlike anything she had ever seen before. Her eyes could barely keep up taking everything in but the deflected sunlight held her gaze the longest. “Interesting. It’s beautiful.” .
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Looking around the girl didn’t notice any kind of protective items that were meant to keep the fae away, she assumed there would be iron given all the other different metals she had already seen but there were no talismans or amulets of any sort that she had seen thus far. Plus the man and all of the others she encountered the night before had their clothes inside-in. It was a likely sign that they weren’t aware of exactly what she was, at least not yet. The smell of nature was overwhelming when they approached the hanging beads and while hesitant to step through them the urge to see what was behind them was too strong to resist. Wide eyes glittered with amazement when they stepped inside and the room, if one could call it that, was full of glittering flowers and an abundance of plant life. Including a tree that had Lärk longing for home. She hardly even heard what James was saying as she moved further into the room to run her fingertips along the bark of the rowan tree. The trunk was curved out from the side of the wall and it almost looked like a woman reaching for the sky. “How interesting that the bed is on the top floor where the danger is.” Normally the girl would never actively try to use her magic against someone as defenseless as he seemed but she had no interest in sleeping in a bed surrounded by things that could potentially harm her. “James, would you mind terribly if I made my own place to sleep here in this room?” She knew that there was always the chance he could use the very same power against her but her hopes were that he didn’t even know he had claimed it when she gave him her name by mistake.
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James Clark BOT 22-Aug-23 04:05 PM
The air in the room was charged by her entrance, and he could feel attention on them both now. Whisper winds grasped at the entire room, and all the flowers glittered with brilliance as it passed over them. At first she had appeared so mesmerized by the space James thought his words had fallen upon deaf ears. He got two words into repeating himself when she began to comment on its space. The brief proof of her attention eased the rude stress rocking in his gut. Perhaps there was a chance of friendship here, and at the very least she appeared to enjoy nature. It made sense given how the smell of it collected about her aura. Internally the studious man was enamored by the effect. Would her soul bottled and distilled also smell the same? ‘James,’ the words demanded the Librarian’s attention. The whipping of his neck to face her had been so exaggerated the muscles afterword ached with overuse. His shaky hand wiped at the sore spot while she spoke. At first the request had the man falling back on his previous thoughts. Had she missed his words? A foolish second later he realized she meant to rearrange. When he replied the words tasted like apples, “I am honored you would request to stay in my home. Twice now you have gifted me with complements of its beauty, and I am sure that anything you wish to do here in the quest for comfort is not only allowed but encouraged.” He gasped after the sound had left his throat, as if a quick inhale would vacuum the noises back into his mouth and allow the taste to ferment his skull again.
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. It must have been the proper answer, because not only did she appear pleased by it, but his own heart sang happy tunes at having appeased her. When he turned to present the space further a fluttering clutched at his neck, and the same feeling was connected to his his core. What is this? James’ eyes narrowed at the unexpected betrayal of his flesh. An entourage of actual time traveling god-whores had slept here and not even then had he yearned for them like this. The only regret he had for her wish to redecorate is that it made his sudden desire to prowl more difficult. He had intended to continue the tour, but it seems the cute thing had magnetized her attention to various plant life. Wisdom told him it was polite to stay quiet and let her explore, but he was possessed to fill more of her mind with his words. Now that her attention was directed elsewhere the smart man living within him regained control. She is beautiful, dainty, pale, speaks multiple languages fluently, and was surrounded by a powerful attraction aura. Unfortunately the man's expertise was within the realm of soul work. The only person he knew who could point him in the right direction was the Rector, and James already thought the man was going to blow his top upon learning the stranger was living here temporarily. Embarrassment returned now that his mind was not being hijacked anymore, and the man awkwardly swiped at his top in nervous display. Perhaps it made him feel better to think that his growing lust was purely magical.
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. Finally he found something else to say, “Back up the way we came is a common shower. The big shelves in there are all soaps and bubbles.” Now he imagined the thing naked, and that lit his face so bright that it forced him to spin the other way. With this eyes closed, “Hazel will bring you hot food twice a day, and she will remember your preferences.” Now was probably the time to leave, but he wanted to hear her talk at him once more. Is there anything else he can say to prolong her company? “Unless you want to see more of the keep?” @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 22-Aug-23 04:27 PM
James’ response had honestly caught her off guard. She knew of course that he would likely agree to her request given how she asked but she didn't realize he would be quite so enthusiastic about it. He was cute but she knew better than to think it was anything more than her manipulation. Still she smiled in his direction before wandering about within earshot. Delicate fingers reached out to touch the glittering flowers adorning one of the many thick vines and it seemed to glow and glitter even brighter from the gentle touch. The only thing Lärk found the space was missing was the small skittering creatures of the forest that she had grown accustomed to. There was a strange longing in her heart to hold a field mouse in her hand and feel its little heartbeat thrumming away. A soft sigh escaped her before she turned only to see the man facing away from her now after his mentioning of the shower. Were all humans this strange? She found it hard to read what he was feeling without being able to see his face. He went on to mention that Hazel would be the one to bring her food twice a day and would remember what she liked. Would she not be allowed to get food for herself? Surely he couldn’t expect her to stay in one room for the entirety of her stay right? At least she had fruit to eat if she found herself wanting something more than two meals a day. “If it isn’t too much trouble I would love to see more of the keep.” She spoke plainly as she moved from another flower she had made come into bloom to stand in front of him again. “You said something about tea. What kinds of leaves do you have here?” It had been far too long since she had had a hot drink and now that he had mentioned it she couldn’t stop thinking about golden liquid swirling with thick honey and just enough sugar to make it sweet. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 22-Aug-23 05:02 PM
He could hear her moving about the spires of plant life behind him, and a sad part of his mind wished to be one of those green leaves. When she appeared to his right the graceful fluttering of her being was instantly just as distracting. With some growing practice the man was able to keep his chin up and eyes ahead. There were no qualms to be had with giving Lark an extended tour right? He answered her question with an even tone, “Not even a splotch of trouble. I know of something else you may wish to see.” Passing once more through the twinkling strands they were soon within the keep’s veins. Her follow up question summoned a still image of the garden’s layout in his mind, and he tried his best to pick a favorite flavor among the swaying treats. After a short pause James said, “Along the far column on the second layer are a couple long tufts of lemon grass. I like to mix it with orange slices in the evening.” The last time he tried to flirt with a girl it had been the postal woman who services this side of Mismire. He had baked her a pear pie after she mentioned enjoying sweet goods. The day after he had left the steaming desert for her he discovered it untouched with his wax sealed note open and crumpled nearby. Four times he had practiced the dish with Hazel before working up the courage to serve it. James inwardly thought himself strong for never crying over the encounter, but Hazel knew better when she witnessed the man become obsessed with making pear pies. To this day if you try and make a sweet treat containing the curvy fruit everyone in the castle will make you throw it out. ‘Don’t let the Librarian see!’
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. Despite that entire escapade he somehow felt confident in trying again now, “Maybe one night I can show you how I like to brew it. I have an imported sugar in my tower that makes the tea billow pretty green smoke.” It also made the drink taste somewhat bitter, but the display was always worth its use whenever he got bored. Is it stupid to forcefully ‘inherit’ a magic castle just to waste your time making toys out of its occult material? After rising two floors up using the stairs within the base of the largest tower they soon found themselves closing in on the new destination. The outside of this space was adorned with various symbology. Symbols from the Catholic cross to the most knotted of eldritch sigil lay etched into its large granite door. Already a new smell of incense permeated the space. Its use as a ritualistic place for remembrance was obvious by the swirling letters that were emblazoned into its top, ‘Those whose hearts are left in the pages will never die a death here in the hall of forgotten souls.’
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. Hinges whined as James pushed the large hanging stone open. At first it took effort to get moving, but once momentum took over the well balanced mechanism floated with silent energy. Inside were floor to ceiling catacomb, and most of the doors were closed with long lists of names beside them. In the center was a gorgeous rose-glass stand that held open a spectacular tome. Beside it was a feathered quill whose obvious appearance was betrayed by the fact it levitated beside the book. Tiny droplets of ink floated in a Saturn like ring around the pen. After she stepped inside behind him and the door was latched he spoke quietly within the place of dead. “Anyone who has their name etched into that book will get the gods of this houses aide on their journey. You and I may not know what help may look like for them, but I would like to think that if I was stranded on a trek in-between the in-betweens I would take whatever help I can get.” After pausing a moment, “Don’t feel obligated to scrawl them within it, but I can step outside if you wish a moment to grieve.” @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 22-Aug-23 06:47 PM
“Lemongrass is a lovely flavor.” A soft smile was on her lips as she learned what tea James enjoyed in the evening. She had never had it brewed into a tea with any kind of citrus before but it sounded absolutely delightful. “My favorite is chamomile with lavender. And a lot of honey.” Often she would wander into the forest to gather fresh honey from the bees she had befriended in the woods. Always careful to leave some behind for the other creatures and as to not be greedy, it took a lot of work to produce that much honeycomb afterall. There was an obviousness about the way that the man walking next to her got lost in his own thoughts. What could be going on up there? There was this little seed of wanting to know the man that was putting down roots in her gut, it was a strange feeling and not one that she was accustomed to. Of course the girl had had minor feelings for others before but they were just innocent young crushes that most living beings experienced as they grew and matured. “I would like that very much. Perhaps you can even make me a cup to try.” She didn’t want to assume that his offer to show her how he made it was also an offer of making her some as well. Lärks mind was already running with ideas of how she was going to craft her own little space among the plant life in the room James had shown her before. It would take a bit of work especially with her body still being so sore but with any luck she figured she could have it done before the moon had fully risen in the sky that night. Her attention was brought back to the moment when the heavy smell of incense flooded her nose. She felt it wiggle in the attempt to place exactly what it was she was smelling, it was potent and impossible to ignore. .
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“It’s beautiful.” The words were once again spoken softly as she took in the many symbols that littered the outside of the door. They all seemed to have similar meanings and it occurred to her before they had even stepped inside that this was the resting place of not just one, but many. Entering the space felt both heavy and light at the same time. The first thing to catch her eye other than the hall of the dead was the floating quill. No ordinary quill could float like that on its own and it was then that she realized this was clearly no ordinary building. Although, she should have realized that in the last room with the glittering flowers. Did he know about her after all? “That.. would be appreciated. Thank you.” Lärk waited until the man had left her in the mausoleum to approach the tinted glass that held the book. Were the gods and goddesses really awaited names to be scrolled into it? Would everyone that had perished the night before be lost to wander in the fog if she didn't write their names? All of these thoughts bombarded her at once and it pained her heart to imagine her mother and sister wandering the fog for decades if not centuries waiting for her. Would they still find her in the after if they didn’t wait? She had never been so conflicted in her life. .
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Taking the quill in her hand she hovered it above the paper frozen and unknowing of what to do. Writing their names meant that they were really gone, could there be a chance that they were somehow still out there? They could have washed ashore elsewhere, they could be waiting for her too. Her heart knew the truth though as much as she wanted to deny it. She could feel the strings connecting them in this world snap when their souls departed. She hadn’t even realized that tears were running down her cheeks and her chest was heaving in heavy heartbroken sobs. How could they all be gone? How could she really be all alone in the world so suddenly? The world was never fair but this felt particularly cruel. Neither her nor her family had ever done anything to harm another, and yet they were punished. “Ba mhaith liom go dtiocfadh leat a insint dom cad atá le déanamh mam.” She would give anything for her mothers guidance at that moment. The heartache she was experiencing was permeating the atmosphere, she knew that, but she couldn’t control it. She took in deep inhales and tried to let out slow exhales in an effort to put a stop to it but it was to no avail as she started to scroll the names of everyone she had ever known into the thick pages of the book. It felt like it had taken absolutely everything out of her when she scratched the last letter of her mothers name into the book and the emotional exhaustion brought her to the floor to dissolve in a puddle of tears. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 22-Aug-23 07:27 PM
Rejection is a sour thing, but it can be used as a vehicle for lessons. So blunted and worn by the emotion’s tumbling, James fully expected her to throw the offer in his face. At first the cheery agreement to his flavor preference had him blushing, but the follow up offer to make her a cup pushed him into lust. The emotion of desire was lightly sprinkled atop his heart, and the powers of magic threatened to spark the concoction aflame. However the scratched part of his soul left over from harsh rebuttals to his love had him convinced it was a fluke. She isn’t from here, and is assuredly just a pretty foreign face. His soul belonged to the books anyway, and when they ripped your heart out it was at least incased within a heartfelt tale. Would their story be sweet? ‘It’s beautiful.’ That was the third time she had made effort to leave a loving note about his home. A flushing rush of spirit ran about his body, and James was so thankful of her agreement to privacy that he fled the space with just a bit too much haste. His robes trailed him with ghostly flight, and once outside his shaky hands pushed the heavy door closed. His back collided with the opposite wall, and the now sweaty man slid to the floor with a soft thud. The Librarian’s hand palmed at himself in an exploratory search of his lap. Why was he so embarrassed to find a fist full of his own blood filled flesh? What would the others giggle about now if they knew a girl’s brief attention had his cock harder than any book ever did. Outside a door full of genuine grief the lonely man considered snaking his hardened rod at the thought of her. He would never admit it, but it wasn’t until after the gut wrenching projection of sadness had permeated the thick walls that he changed his mind to do so.
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. James’ stomach churned with the ocean’s wrath, and if he had not already fallen to his rear the sensation would have sent him sprawling. His parent’s faces raptured the inside of his heart with heavy sadness. A past life and a forcefully forgotton home were impossible to not think about. It was so overpowering and gross that he almost lost the contents of his stomach. A string had been woven into his soul with no raised alarm. Unknowingly it had a knot at both ends, but right now it demanded him to stand and comfort his imprinted lover. With wobbling legs and a gut full of concrete James made his way back inside the sequestered temple. There had been no moment where he considered this an intrusion, and his mind was so full of fairy glitter that he approached her side. The smell of flowers was so overpowering that when fought simultaneously with her sadness it filled his own eyes with salty tears. With a clicking of bone James fell to his knees in a heap of fabric. The man’s long arms wrapped up the sobbing creature, and he pulled her into a tight hug. Both of his hands were spread wide into her upper back, and he notched the crook of his watery nose into a dainty neck.
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. The words came from a locked chest he didn’t even know himself in possession, “I am so sorry that a creature as kind and natural as yourself has found themselves cursed by thi tragedy.” Did some hidden part of the human’s mind know via a half opened third eye that she was being haunted by magic? “Take all the time you need to heal here.” He pulled her even closer then, and as his hands continued a comforting crawl about her back they ran over the crumpled form of something. Intelligence managed to break through magical haze just long enough to realize that this was amiss. Amidst all the emotion though he convinced himself it was an odd ruffling of fabric. Being in such close contact had his skin rippling with newfound energy. Meld me into you. His magic drunk mind thought, and again James gripped her tighter. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 22-Aug-23 07:50 PM
The sound of the door opening hadn't even broken through the broken sounds of her own cries, each one sending more and more pain into the atmosphere. When the man approached her and fell to his knees beside her she couldn't help but wonder briefly if it was because he genuinely wanted to be there or if it was purely out of the connection they had accidentally forged between them. It was hard to tell if he was crying or if her own tears had trailed down the skin of her pale neck. Guilt mixed with heartbreak at the knowledge she had made him hurt as well. That familiar urge to flee was fighting with the need to feel another creature's comforts when he wrapped her up the way he did. Warm hands made a home on her back and worked to settle the trembling that despite her efforts she had been unable to stop alone. Sweet seemingly genuine apologies for the tragedy that had struck at sea floated their way into her ears and only made her weep harder. A part of her wished to go back to ignoring what had happened, at least in her ignorance she could pretend everything was going to be okay. .
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A sharp inhale broke through heartbreaks chorus when James' hands ran over a bit of broken wing that she'd been desperately trying to keep as flat to her back as she could since she'd arrived. It was one thing to feel the effects of being in a faes presence but she could only imagine the reaction if they knew for certain that's what had knocked on their door last night. She didn't even know for sure if she would ever be able to use them again, it was one thing to heal wounds of flesh but healing a wing was a different task entirely and she'd yet to get a good look at the damage done. Better judgment told her to pull away before the man could ask any questions but he only tightened his grip on her. Giving in to physical need was much easier when your heart felt like it was being torn to shreds in your chest, at least that's what she thought when she settled against him and nuzzled her face into his chest. There was a light smoky scent clinging to his clothes that strangely complimented his natural one rather well. She'd noticed it before but it was much stronger now that he was closer. Close enough that it stirred something inside her she'd never felt before. Feeling the need to say something she let out a soft "Thank you." As strong as she was, she was broken and it was nice to not be alone. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 23-Aug-23 09:19 AM
They embraced among an audience of ghosts. Lärk’s sobs filled the place of somber remembrance, and James kept her locked to his chest until the outpouring of emotion lulled. Soon the crying was replaced with a near silent hum. The noise was being emanated from that same hovering quill, which had returned to its original place amongst the halo of ink. Her heart had been beating so fast that he was sure it would soon explode. Naturally as the hug came to an end James removed his hands and gave a gentle push to separate them. With delicate touch he pressed his hand palm side down against her upper chest, and pushed with a comforting effort to stop that rattling blood organ. “Like a hummingbird your heart beats Lärk.” The falling leaves of magic pull in the air as the gods’ wind sways. Some part of the projected mood surrounding her waned, and a hot pulse of rationality rocked James. Had he been touching her? The man’s hand shot back toward himself with a whispering pass of robe. Her cheeks were flush from the act of spilling tears, and selfishly his own body yearned to taste that same face with a kiss. He hated himself for finding her beautiful in a moment dripping with pain. I’m a pig, he thought with scornful regret.
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. He began to plan for a practiced excuse, and almost rose to leave her alone. That’s what she would want after all right? Even if the harmed thing had a similar urge it was only because she was confused and alone. James assured himself that he knew better for her, and did his best to lock the growing need in a deep cage. A difficult task considering the contact with her chest had left a sunny tickling of warm upon his fist. It was a similar feeling to when you roll over on your hand and its precious supply of blood is cut off, but the sensation is coupled with a cooling of soft skin-kisses. When reaching for his face to wipe newly glistened sweat the sensation rubbed from his hand to head. Now his face was lighting up in scarlet as the crawling hot-cold found a home amongst eyes and lips. James’ heart beat so fast that his vision shook in chorus with it. Finally words, “You are welcome Lärk, may you find healing here.” Of course ‘here’ had been referring to The Library, but now his psyche was convinced he had projected himself as that source. “Um, here. Like, in the Keep.” Fluttering gold streamed behind his arms as he made a circular motion about the room to suggest the church will fix her. Foolishness, crushing lust, and a desperate desire to leave had the man shaking in the finger tips. Barely an hour they had been together and the swimming feeling of desire in his upper chest every time they locked eyes was addicting. The longer they would stay twined together the more the twisty twitch would progress down his spine and into lower core. He definitely refused to admit it, but he was sure that if he didn’t continue to break it that the stinging magic would stain his pants with a hot mess.
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. Anything to free himself of the fresh hell he spoke again, “Perhaps we should uh…” His arm wrapped to rear skull, and shaky fingertips tried to scratch his nervousness away. After a large swallow that only filled his gut with more glittering forest ash, “Do you?” A confident finger had risen to point at her, and whatever question he had intended to ask disappeared quicker than candle light atop a horse. What could he ask that is unassuming and doesn’t make him appear desperate? “Do you want to see more?” His face only deepens into a sharper shade of red. He wondered if his hard cock was visible through the squatted press of robes, but he didn’t dare check and draw attention. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 23-Aug-23 10:49 AM
Another gasp left Lärks lips when a gentle palm came to rest on her chest. The same warm hands that had been a comfort were now a shock again and her heart only ramped up in pace. "I'm sorry." She breathed out as a hand came up to try to wipe away streaks of tears. How long had she been crying? It felt like decades of time had slipped through her fingers on the floor of the mausoleum even though it hadn't been more than a half hour's time. James seemed to be flustered again for reasons she couldn't quite put her finger on. Had she done something to make the man uncomfortable? It occurred to her that being in the presence of someone weeping and in mourning would likely be uncomfortable for most. He tripped over his words more than she had ever seen somebody do before and in an odd way she found the behavior endearing. An unfamiliar sense of longing for something she couldn't put a name to was growing stronger inside of her even in her emotional turmoil. .
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Her eyes swept up and down the man as his arms once again dangled shiny threads that they couldn't deny in front of her. Something had very obviously changed about his outward appearance but she couldn't figure out what or why. Leaning forward just barely to try to figure it out, her focus shot back to his eyes when he spoke again. "Yes, that sounds lovely." Anything would be a welcomed change compared to sitting here on the floor in tears. Perhaps a change in scenery would help to ease the ache, even if only temporarily. Lärk took the man's hand to get back to her feet and thanked him once again for his assistance, it wouldn't take more than another day for her leg to be healed and she was eager for the pain to dissipate. When they were upright it was much more obvious that there was something amiss with James but for some reason she found herself embarrassed anytime she tried to glance down to figure out what it was. She knew of course what was in his pants, or at least she assumed she did but what she couldn't figure out is what on earth was going on with it. "James, are you okay?" Was she feeling his awkward discomfort or was it coming purely from her own confusion, she couldn't tell. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 23-Aug-23 11:46 AM
Lärk must be a punishing ghost. James toiled to convince himself of this fact, because acknowledging that her eyes had been crawling his lower torso was an impossible thing to comprehend. The trembling in his fingers had tempted to recede, but was back in full force now that her observation of his lap had been plain. Having her agree meant that his offer had been something she wanted. Just this simple truth of providing anything interesting to Lärk drummed his heart with fuzzy mallets. Offering her the same hand from before had been a mistake, and when helping her up the flip flop of hot-cold progressed to his elbow. Prolonging contact was succeeding only in making the strange effect worse. He knew better. James was trained to recognize such deceptions of arcana yet he continued to walk willingly toward this new doom of soul. If he kept touching her what would happen when the sparkly buzzing reached his heart? Already a biological impulse demanded he fill her with himself and the magic was going to make this impossible to ignore. Perhaps he could distract her and sneak off a moment? That thought had barely any time to survive either, because now that they stood her eyes assuredly passed his trousers. Her question caused the shaky man to yelp a tiny sound. It was such a quiet little noise that it only existed within the realm of beasts, fairies, and gods. Good thing this place was void of those, and it was just a man being foolish to a stranger.
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. How desperately the lonely cursed soul wished to tell her that his body wanted her. Her eyes looked straight into his skull, and he let their drooling gaze drink his sanity down. All those captains and lords in his books losing their kingdom over a fantastic desire made sense now. He wanted to read them all again, and see if this brief brush with new memories inspired anything within. What would her hands of sun and moon feel like when brushed over his pulsing cock? Did she taste as sweet as she smelled? 

 Dear gods. James shook his head in the least convincing display of assurance ever produced, “No I-“ He tried to swallow but nature and magic demanded he keep thinking about her flavor. “There is a cl-closet down the hall I need to grab something.” Seconds in a closed space is all that would be required to fix his distraction. It pressed with fuck-hungry drool against his pants, and the light fabric was not doing a good job of hiding any pre pooling into it. If he spills this into a stone corner the castle will soak his desire and free his mind of this curse right?
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. Without another word he began to move toward the door, but stopped as he felt the lie was insufficient. His strategy had always been to just pour more words into situations like these. It’s just usually that is much easier to do when his mind wasn’t glinting with a forest’s conjured horny daemon. He spoke once more, “I think I am having some sort of medical incident, or something to that regard.” Funny how the man thought his lie was not heavy enough, but failed to realize there are no doctors in hallway broom closets. Her eyes danced to the growing mess again, and the shame combined with rapid reconnect of pupils leapt his balls once more. “P-please.” The effort to flea fell apart before leaving the room, and his back was currently pressed against the door as he felt wisdom slip. “Are y-you doing this on purpose?” Delirious and horny the man’s mind swirled through lucidity, “Help me fix it.” His voice was deep and honey-thick, a sound not recognizable to even his own ears. Flimsy human souls capitulate easy under threats like this, and it has the side effect of forcing the mind into saying whatever it takes when fully succumbed to the spell. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 23-Aug-23 12:08 PM
The way that James was looking at her was something akin to the look she had seen in a hungry animal's eyes. It was mixed with something else though, something she had no words to explain. She felt small under his gaze and for the first time ever she felt herself wishing that the person she was communicating with would look at anything but her. How easy it was to forget the effect that her existence alone would have on people. The man mentioned needing something from the closet and all Lärk did in response was nod. She felt badly for keeping him from retrieving something he needed with her display of grief that she felt she should have kept private to begin with. A mental note was tucked away to apologize for it at some point but it felt wrong to do so shortly after having scrawled the names into the book. Lärk had resigned herself to stay in the hallway outside of this room to wait for him to be done getting whatever he needed to grab when he turned around and spoke again. Something about a medical emergency. It was a lie and she knew that, she didn’t sense any injury or illness from him whatsoever. .
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She couldn’t figure out why he would say he was ill if he wasn’t and assumed that perhaps he just wanted to be away from her. Who could blame him after she had wept so much the cloth of his robe was undoubtedly wet from it. “Am I doing what? I don’t understand?” Confusion continued to grow inside of her at his words. Was she doing what on purpose? Was she making him not feel well? Nothing like this had ever happened to her before and she didn’t understand what was going on. Confused wide eyes searched the man's face for answers before he spoke again, words that were thick like honey and made her heart race all over again. “How can I help, I don’t know what’s wrong?” There was a growing heat inside of her and it seemed to pool where her torso ended and her legs began. It was a sensation she had never felt before but it wasn’t a bad one. Her chest was rising and falling at an increased pace and it was almost as if it was on instinct when she took the steps towards him to close the distance between them. She still wasn’t sure what was wrong but she did know how to comfort and so her arms wrapped around his middle as her head pressed to his chest in a hug. It was the least she could do after he had taken so much of his time to comfort her. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 23-Aug-23 03:45 PM
The man laughed a sound full of bubbling attraction. Orbs of them popped within his chest and splattered the inside with need to feel her. Time slowed down to a golden crawl, and he watched her lips move in slow motions when attempting to explain herself. Did he even care that she seemed so honest in her inability to grasp her own power? Her naivety only strengthened his want, his glowing desperation to squeeze their flesh into one. A mix of personalities fed him ample examples of seductive bargaining. Make her earn the stay here by pleasing him? Perhaps, a deal could be worked out where she visits in the evening? He already knew before those brief fantasies ended that they wouldn’t be enough. The spell demanded he earn it, but this proves a difficult task for a prisoner of the Library. He had seen it done in books, but James knew better than to assume that every written dialog can be used as a foundation for real discussion. Stepping toward him the girl sewed herself to his chest. At first when it was just the growing tingle from her arms he thought himself capable of handling it, but then her body collided with his and the melting fold of energy instantly pierced his heart. He moaned, and the rich sound echoed off reflective plaques of the dead whose occupants were forced to watch them fumble each other’s body. Tied to his heartbeat was a twitching in his cock, and her chest from pressing against it only made it worse. James clenched his eyes closed, and he could see in his mind’s eye that trickle of precum leaking through his robe and into her clothes. It would hardly be noticeable, but he knew it was happening. The impossibly sexy guest was wearing his bodies spirit now, and the way her heart ran against his proved to him they both felt a connection. He wondered if she could smell it with her heightened abilities, and the mystery of what she is as a creature only filled him with more blood.
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. After admitting again to having no idea of what she was doing to the poor man, James finally peeked his eyes open. She was still embracing him, and the swirly top to her angel-fine hair was only inches away. The longer their hearts stayed this close the more his knees grew weak of strength to stand. Slowly and with a complete lack of confidence he leaned forward to rest his face upon her head. Was it a kiss if he just gently placed his lips and nose there? After pushing all the air in his chest outward The Librarian inhaled a deep breath. Used to the pulpy smell of paper and leather his head blazed full of a thousand mystical scents. There was the smell of eating a full meal near a large fire, and the homebound sensation of opening your front door after a laborious day abroad. Citrus, mint, floral sweetness, and a wet hint of riverbed layered in on top of his emotion physical. Such a disappointing stream of him had ran forward from his cock thus far that he would need to visit his chambers to change. How can she help him? He spoke, “My soul vibrates with an otherworldly power no stone, tome, or ritual has ever graced my body with. The longer you hold me the more my body needs to plug with yours.” A flash image of her ghostly head thrown backwards lit his mind with white hot light, and the scarlet imprint of her rose cheeks remained in that headspace like a burned in image. One of his hands that had gotten pressed between them rose a few inches to tease at her belly. Beneath the fabric he could feel tone muscle that only a lifetime of country living can grant someone’s frame. “Would you help an occult scribe do some research, and see if your hands can alleviate my affliction?” Last time he tried flirting it ended with a thousand pies and no dates, so he hoped she at least let him down easy if that happens to be her choice.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 23-Aug-23 04:12 PM
The noise that James made only had Lärks heart racing faster when she pressed herself against him in the hug that was meant to be comforting. The feeling of being out of control was growing and she didn't understand if the man even knew what he was doing to her in return. Every time they made physical contact his warmth sank into her skin like the sun herselfs rays on a beautiful summer day. It was so comforting that she felt she could sink right into it to float there forever, such a different feeling than a familial hug, she couldn't explain it. Was he.. smelling her? It was a bit of a strange behavior but it wasn't completely foreign to her. She could recall her mother doing the same thing and even her sister on occasion. Every time it happened though she couldn't help but wonder what they were smelling, she couldn't pick up on it no matter how hard she tried to huff her own skin or hair. As long as it was a pleasant scent she didn't much mind it. .
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"I don't understand what you request of me." This was a saying that had never graced her ears before and her face crumpled against his chest in the effort to figure it out. There was another strong pulse of emotion that ran through her when his hand made contact with her stomach and with it the knowledge of what he was speaking of. "J-james I don't- I don't think I can give you the help you're looking for." When she pulled away trying to sever some of the bond that they had both created she could feel a slickness between her thighs that she'd never felt before. "I don't know what's- I've never-" It was her turn to feel like a rambling fool, she knew of course what sex was but the idea of having it, of being so physically close to someone was terrifying. Why did he even want that with her she'd done nothing since she arrived but trouble him and weep?
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James Clark BOT 23-Aug-23 05:40 PM
Loneliness morphs men into monsters. It takes kind hearted people and wrings their soul until the dormant pustules of hatred pop. Everyone has evil within them, and only the most selfish of idiots would assume themselves incapable. Sequestered within a prison of infinite knowledge the man was anything but stupid, and he knew with a weaponization of his mind that a night with her flesh a possible outcome. A war in his heart’s heaven was waging over what path to take next. Anyone in his position in possession of the poison that is cock and balls would find it nearly impossible to not take advantage of this situation. The visitor was no native, and this was barely a blip to the problems created by her naiveness. If you take that whole spill and mix it with the fact ancient magic fogged his heart, the man was under incredible pressure to not force himself upon her. Normally a shocking prospect for even a hateful human to entertain, but The Library served temptation with a heavy ladle. Whatever intimate darkness had been brewing snapped when Lärk pulled herself away. James looked down into her watery eyes while she tripped over her own words. Had she been crying, or was she too overcome with this need? He wondered if she was a traveling liar sex freak whose magic works in two directions. He pouted as she stammered on with no discernible point but confusion, and after letting her make a cute fool of herself he eventually placed a finger over her lips. The buzzing was powerful here, and before speaking James removed the long digit to paint her spit over his own mouth.
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. “Don’t feel pressured, let me try and show you.” The aforementioned wet finger wrapped Lärk’s dainty chin, and with a slight pull of her head upwards he gained the required angle to kiss her. The instant their lips touched his mouth exploded with aromatic flavor. With a head full of citrus from just a press of delicate lip-flesh he dared to suck her lower flap into his mouth. He imagined this is what a bug must feel like when it drinks life saving nectar from a freshly bloomed flower. Drink the man did, and he sucked on her lower face while painting the stolen flesh with his tongue. His ears roared with the waves of magically forced love, and his hand that had been upon her belly curled the fabric above it into a fist.
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. It was passionate, beautiful, but much too short. Worried that overstaying his welcome would not only scare her but also be morally unjust he ended the French kiss after only a few short seconds. Even though time had only passed a few heart beats he still panted like he had been trapped underwater. Were her eyes changing colors, or was his head so full of fuck that reality was melting? He sighed with a shudder, and let her candy fairy kiss hang in his mouth instead of swallowing it. Thankfully even though his real mind still wished to fill her on the abbey floor, the sensual contact had succeed in controlling the magical desires for now. Hopefully whatever gods she sang for would let his mind rest tonight. It took a moment for James to realize the shirt was still fused to his hand, and he dropped it before patting the spot with gentle touch. His well read soul summoned some flirtatious dialogue, “In all honesty Lärk I do feel better now.” He tried to ignore the throbbing in his pants, but at least it felt nomalish. “I am not well versed in the art of sharing each others body,” The man dared to let his finger run up her belly again, and he pulled it away just before it reached the curling lip of breast. “But if you ever want to study an art older than time, maybe we can try it after we share that tea?” In the back of his mind fluttered a silent prayer for her not to realize he was making moves seconds after she grieved her tribes death. He can just blame it on magic, right? @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 23-Aug-23 06:12 PM
A soft finger came to land upon plush lips like a butterfly to a flower and Lärk let out a noise unlike anything she'd ever made before. It was a soft whimper and the sound of it made her cheeks tint pink. Little sparks of electricity seemed to dance across her lips from the simple touch and before she could flee from the overwhelming emotions that were flooding her he had tipped her chin up in the effort to show her what he spoke of. "James what are you-" Before the sentence could fully leave her lips they were met with his own. Pale blue gray eyes widened with shock before fluttering shut at the feeling of his tongue sliding against her own. She had no idea what she was doing, she'd never kissed anyone like this before. It was sweet like honey and she wasn't sure if it was the magic between them or a natural connection that was making her hunger for more as she kissed him back the best she could. .
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Was he toying with her mind somehow? Had he known what power he would have over her if they exchanged names the way they had? It was dangerous for her to give in to him in this way. She couldn't make him the elixir of life that she needed after losing so much. Delicate wandering hands slid up his back and pulled him closer as his own fisted into her shirt. Another soft whimper fell from her lips onto his in an embarrassing display of an unknown need. She'd never craved another in this way before and the growing heat and wetness at the apex of her thighs must have been proof of that. When they finally parted from the kiss and his grip released its hold on her shirt she stepped back and found herself unable to look James in the eye. She could feel the raw desire swimming in her own and all she wanted to do was hide. How could she be feeling these things? And for a stranger. A human stranger at that. "I- I'm glad you're feeling better James. I'll consider your offer b-but for now I think I would like to get some rest." .
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She turned on her heels to get as far away from the man as she could and made her way back to the room that felt the closest to home she would probably find here in the keep. Pushing through the curtain of beads she tried to catch her breath and sort out her own thoughts. How could she have done something like that immediately after being in so much pain? Had he taken advantage of that fact? Was it just magic? She hadn't even done anything to purposefully entice him so what was it? Stress and confusion plagued her mind as she began to gather various branches and plants to arrange them into a sort of nest for herself. Surrounded by walls of vine and flowers she felt safer here than she had in the infirmary. It didn't occur to her that it may seem odd for someone else to see her living in a makeshift fairy hut but she really hoped nobody would destroy it. .
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The extra burst of energy from being so on edge made it a relatively quick process and once she was finished she crawled inside to lay down on the soft moss. There was still a lingering need pulsing away in places she had never touched before and with blushing cheeks she found her hands wandering her own body. Hesitant fingers explored slick flesh until they brushed over a spot that had her body tensing and her back arching. The jolt of pleasure was so intense that everything around her seemed to glow and she couldn't help but do it again, and again, and again until she was panting and her hair was damp with sweat. Could everyone else feel what she was doing? That thought crossed her mind and had her sitting straight up to venture to the shower James had told her about. Maybe the hot water would help clear her mind. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 23-Aug-23 07:14 PM
Hands found root within his back, and white tendrils of thirsting life slithered up James’ lonely spine. The returned contact had him sure their desire was mutual, but this had all taken place during that drug-like kiss. Now it was just memories living as paintings within his head. That cheery gasp she had made still hung in the air though, and it settled into his skin the longer he remained within its cloud. The Librarian watched with a smile as his mystical crush stammered through a jumble of words. A human part of him squirmed while screaming about how this meant it was over for now… but over for now was okay for today. If she never touched him again their kiss would live on in his memory for years, and the way he pulsed below proved that the experience would provide ample nights of entertainment. Sure he was disappointed when Lärk fled from him, however he found it easy to let her go when sweetness still lingered. Once alone he shyly painted his lips again, and could feel the heat within them. It didn’t take much wondering to know if touching yourself in a hall of dead is scornful practice. He took two steps toward the door, but not before recalling how tightly her legs had been pressed together as she left.
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. James backed himself against the door, and from here he could see her swirling writing within the memory book. While his hand still tingled with magic’s touch he pressed his hand flat into wet trousers and wrapped it around hard cock. Squeezing his own body rolled fluttering eyes into upper eyelids, and James moaned a loud sound that rattled off the walls. From across the room he danced a gaze across Lärk’s girly penmanship. Two squeezes and a single pump of his cock is all it took to finally rid his body of the spell’s initial mind control. Counting each explosion of cum into his pants he failed to number the swelling pumps after six. The man shamefully trembled after falling to his knees, and was forced to recover while hot love oozed between his clenched hand. Luckily it was still encased in robe and trousers, and the ancient godly fabric soaked some up for him. There the man remained for over a half hour until the rapid switching of hot cold tingling left his deflating cock. Towards the end he thought it genuinely wise to yell for Hazel. Had he somehow rubbed an unknown daemon pathogen onto himself and was now cursed with forever touching his cock while the guest filled his mind? After wiping a sticky hand on the inside of his robes, James finally rose and left the mausoleum. With how clearheaded he felt it was as if he had just awoken from a thousand year nap. Everything make sense now, and a plan began to properly formulate within him. This ‘plan’ had hardly any steps, and the first line simply stated: Don’t let her control you. Ten steps after formulating the plot he knew within it was helpless, but it did good to think himself capable of resisting her.
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. Back within his short marbled tower James stood over his book wheel with chin nestled in the crook of his thumb and forefinger. Again the thick paged books about stars lay before him, and the post temple clarity allowed him to properly digest the rest of it. Maybe all he needed was a virgin sex beacon to swap spit with him on the semi regular and then getting work done would be an easy task. Every so often his eyes would dance across the pile of ruined laundry atop a corner chair, and when they did so he would remember the entire experience again. While doing so his core would heat and blood would rush to his still tickling manhood. Instead of coveting her, maybe the lesson of all those captains and lords is to put a silver bullet in your distractions. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 23-Aug-23 07:37 PM
After a couple wrong turns that led to more mysterious hallways, Lärk finally found the room that contained the showers. It was massive and unlike anything she had ever seen before. She made her way into the room and even her soft footfalls echoed off of the smooth marble looking walls. All of the fixtures were made of the same glittering metal and her fingers danced around them. She realized suddenly that she didn't actually have a change of clothes to slip into after she bathed and it made her frown briefly. Leaving the ornate bathroom she wandered down the halls until she found the room Hazel had told her was hers once again. Hopefully she would actually be there this time because Lärk didn't think that she could handle seeing James again at the moment. Not after what she had just done while thinking about his grip on her shirt and his lips pressed against hers. Just the memory was enough to have her heart fluttering in her chest again. Was it normal for a person to have this effect on another? Surely it couldn't be. The roots that had spread into her soul earlier started to sprout and she could feel the growth of feelings she wasn't even sure she wanted. Of all of the places to end up she had to land herself here. .
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A couple of knocks at the door and the girl heard shuffling behind it before a key turned in the lock. She had meant to ask James about the reasoning behind every door remaining locked but the thought had slipped her mind when they were together. "Hazel, good afternoon I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if perhaps there were some spare clothes I could borrow?" She couldn't help but look down out of shame because she hated to be a burden to others. If she had some fabric she would make herself her own clothes but she had nothing anymore aside from the dress she had washed ashore in and even that she imagined was in ruins. What had they done with it when she had gotten there and given her a change of clothes? She didn't want to ask and come off as rude but she would be happy if they were salvageable, her mother had made her that dress before they left. @bonghitsforfeds
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James Clark BOT 23-Aug-23 09:08 PM
Hazel poured studiously into a book upon a stone carved desk. One of her hands was clenched a fist of focus, and the other was currently utilizing a silver pen to scratch notes upon the tome’s surface. The book was an inventory cataloging all the Keep’s medicines, and she had taken it upon herself to update its contents. What use is a group of pages whose use is to keep inventory when it had not been updated in centuries? Hazel’s curled fingers etched into wrapped palm, and her free hand repeated that movement in silent focus. That was until a knock at the door ruined her meditative attention. Other members of the keep would have grown irritable at such an intrusion of sound and space, but the nurse had a good idea of who she expected to see once it was opened. Leaving the binder sprawled face up she rose from a chair and crossed the generous space to where Lärk waited. Her warm hand wrapped a crystal knob, and the calm woman found the little moon etched into its surface a welcome comfort. The supposedly injured creature stands with an energy that suggests she wishes to be smaller, and Hazel made quick note of the odd behavior. Normally it would not stand out given the circumstances, but combined with the fact her weight was distributed evenly over a supposedly wounded limb it struck her as odd. The friendly woman’s face betrayed no hint at her musings, and she lit it instead with a toothy smile of honest welcome.
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. With a caretakers glow she said, “Of course, please accept my apology for not already having supplied you some.” Hot guilt wrapped the tall woman’s gut for wasting her time on side projects when someone here actually required her attention. She loved providing support for The Libraries typical staff, but there is a distracting fun to helping a new face. “I have just the thing to show you come, come!” Hazel pulled a shawl hanging from a door side hook, and stepped into the hallway with Lärk before securing the room closed. She considered offering the sad girl a hand, but decided against it as she lead them at a quick pace to a new room. If you lazily wandered the halls of Mismire Keep you would be clever to note that your subconscious may notice an extra door on some trips. It was a strong unspoken rule to ignore such anomalies, and the nurse swallowed a mouthful of nervous spit as she did her best to ignore one they currently passed. Once they arrived she pointed up above a plain looking door toward a painting. “I always know its this one because the horse has a golden leg.” Sure enough the scene depicted a knight rising high upon a bucking horse, and both the beast’s leg and the knight’s sword were made of gleaming precious metal.
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. Inside the room was a legendary copper table whose top covered nearly the entire space. If one laid flat with your toes at one edge you would still be unable to stretch and reach the far end of its width. Mountains of rainbows littered the massive room and their heaps were composed of fabrics. Silks, woven textiles, thread, beads, buttons, and a hundred other antique laces were mounded in a priceless fortune of swimming color. Just as many piles of empty clothes lay strewn about, and the area felt haunted by the thought of how many people’s things were here. Hazel could sense her nervousness and said, “Thousands have lived here, and in busier times many of them were wealthy. Most of these have never been worn.” Her long arm rose to point to an adjoining door, “That room has tools to join fabric.” She shifted her weight with a wobble, and her hands clasped at themselves in an excited tremble. “Anything in here you desire is yours, and no one will bat an eye if you help yourself.” The gods and her both knew it would be doing the place a favor. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 24-Aug-23 08:39 AM
“No no please there’s no need to apologize to me Hazel you’ve already done so much for me.” Truth be told she had already felt like a burden to the kind woman who seemed to be looking at her as if she knew some kind of secret of hers already. Could she already tell that she was healing at an accelerated rate? She was a nurse after all so it wouldn’t be of any surprise if that was the case. Come to think of it, Lärk couldn’t remember if she had changed her own clothes or had assistance in the task and if she had then Hazel surely knew more than she was letting on. It was quite the task keeping up with Hazel's quick pace as she moved through the halls with a grace that could only be acquired by knowing them all like the back of her hand. Lärk found it quite curious that there appeared to be a door in the hallway that she had taken to get to Hazel’s room that she swore hadn’t been there before. The kind nurse seemed keen on ignoring that fact so she brushed it off as that she just must have just not noticed it before. It would be silly to assume she had taken note of every door when she had only wandered a couple of the hallways since last night. When they arrived at their destination Lärk looked up to see the painting in question only for her lips to part in awe at the gold that encrusted the knight's leg and sword. How in the world did the artists who made the paintings that adorned every hall she had seen stumble upon so much of the precious metal? If the people letting her stay here weren’t doing her such a kindness by doing so she would probably have tried to scrape bits of it off just so she could watch it glitter in the sun. It wasn’t as though the girl was a thief or anything, she just loved the way shiny things caught her eye. .
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“Oh wow this is.. This is incredible.” The girl's eyes seemed to light up beyond normal means as she took in the mass display of different fabrics. So many different types and textures and more patterns than she had ever seen before. She couldn’t help but reach out and run her fingers along some of them as she passed. “I.. I don’t know what to say Hazel. Thank you, thank you so much.” There was a soft smile on her face when she turned to face her again and her eyes landed on the door that held the tools she could use to fashion herself something that felt more like home. “Would it be okay to make something now?”
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Hazel BOT 24-Aug-23 04:45 PM
It was true that the nurse had gone great lengths for Lärk, and a single eye brow climbed high at the curious comment. Was her patient aware of what had been discovered? It had felt like an intrusion when her fingers accidentally caressed the dust soft wings. At first they had not even felt solid, and the watery feeling of misty soft still had her guessing if the things were even corporeal. An assortment of questions piled behind her thin lips, and she would do anything to gain access to the knowledge she wanted. Hazel was pleased at her reaction to the fabric room. If her initial guesses had been correct about the perplexing guest’s history then its possible showing her the space would result in artful clothing arrangements. The nurse sat on an edge of the huge table, and her eyes followed Lärk’s movements. As her fingers would pass over the piled silks they hardly appeared to react, and again it took effort to not bark out questions of origin. Kicking her feet and staring at a ripple in her pants Hazel said, “No need to thank me, this place belongs to all of us after all.” Perhaps the suspicious twinge had been layered too thick. Hazel always hated prying, and her guesses told her this woman would see through her efforts anyway. She picked up a small square of blue lace that was set with tiny cabochons of hard rock. Calloused fingers traced a stitches lace and she said, “You can use anything in here whenever you please. Just make sure you leave a gift for the castle, or you will bring us all bad fortune.” It seemed a pleasant enough way to present the topic of cultural politeness.
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. Experience told her now was the time to leave Lärk be, but there was still the need to know more and she risked learning by covering it with care. “Hey,” she let her voice trail just long enough to get her attention and once their eyes met, “You are in an unfamiliar place, and I understand trust as a commodity especially when alone. There are things I dare suggest you may need help with.” Tense energy charged the air around them as the conversion ventured into risk. Would the stranger take this advancement as organized among the Library and harbor suspicion of conspiracy? “I’ll be honest, what happened is outside my experience to fix, but I do know where we can find the information or supplies here to mend them.” She felt foolish for suggesting that Lärk was unable to do it herself, and already regret lit at opening her mouth in the first place. Hazel stood from the table and used her arms to not fall from its height. Moving toward the door she flicked her attention toward the excitable patron again. She really was pretty, and the afternoon glow washed her hair with a golden hue. It was hard to tell from the angle if it was natural or just enhanced by the odd ambiance. Mending bodies was what came easy to her, conversing with the same vessels once they are upright and healed is the part she found difficult. Leave her alone, or hover for a response, what to do? Before reaching for the door she spoke in a much quieter voice, but her head didn’t turn this time to make eye contact. “It can get lonely here Lärk, I assure you besides general curiosity my motives are pure.” The admission that she wasn’t just trying to help made her feel better. Curiosity is no sin, but it does feel dirty when kept secret. The sun passed behind a cloud, and the Keep fell dark except for the saved light stored within the Tall Tower. The Keep’s walls whirred as mirrors shifted, and after a moment the room grew a tad brighter. Had she overstepped her boundaries? <@67621903014271
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 24-Aug-23 05:10 PM
Did the keep truly belong to Lärk in any sense of the words meaning? She hadn’t even been there for an entire day's time yet and already she had far more questions than answers. How did these people come to be here? And were they as trapped as they seemed with the way they spoke of the place? Truth be told Lärk wasn’t sure if she wanted the place to belong to her in any way, she simply had no choice and no place else to go. There was no home for the girl anymore and that was something she was still struggling to come to terms with. “A gift?” This intrigued her and she was sure the nurse could tell. It was customary of course for people to leave her kind many different little gifts. Whether it was the fear of the unseelie court or someone looking for a favor. Most often it was food of some sort, the fae were never short of fresh baked bread. Just the thought of it made her mouth water. When was the last time she had had anything substantial to eat? What kind of gift could she leave now though? She had nothing on her person and there was no way she could craft anything worthwhile in the same amount of time it would take to make herself something to wear. She was a quick seamstress but nowhere near as quick as her mother had been. She could fashion clothes in mere hours, it would take Lärk at least a full day's time. “I will be sure to leave one.” .
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She continued her walk along the many fabrics and stumbled upon one that was silky and the color of midnight sky. Already her fingers were trembling with excitement to see just what she could create. Hazel’s voice interrupted her wandering thoughts enough that she focused all of her attention on her. Words of trust were spoken in a way that had Lärk wondering if that was something she could truly give to the other girl or not. Everyone had been acting somewhat strangely around her and it was starting to become bothersome. She hadn't even truly used any of the powers that were within her realm of knowledge. The timid faes eyes went wide with fear and understanding of what Hazel spoke of and she wasn’t sure how to react. Would they try to keep her here locked up as a prisoner? Or perhaps they would try to kill her for the very same reason. She had seen magic within the keep but that didn’t mean they weren’t weary of her kind. It wasn't without reason, the unseelie were evil creatures that should never be trusted but Lärk had no interest in becoming like them. Emotions boiled over when Hazel turned to leave and confirmed her suspicions that she knew more than she should have. The room darkened as her heart raced in her chest. Why did she want to learn about her? What were her intentions? .
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“Hazel stop-.” There was obvious fear in her voice when she spoke and internally she berated herself for it. “How bad is it?” She could feel the tears in them of course, the right being especially damaged, it felt almost shredded against her back. The left somehow had managed not to become so mangled but she feared she may never get to use them again. Her mother had always fawned over her wings, they sparkled with an almost opalescent shine with pale greens, pinks, purples, and blues. There had once been rumors spread among the village that she had been meant to be unseelie because the base of her wings was near black and unlike anyone else that lived among them. It had been painful to deal with as a child but eventually she was accepted and loved like any other. “Nevermind I can fix them.”
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Hazel BOT 24-Aug-23 05:50 PM
The nurse froze as her hand went for the knob, and liquid fear filled her neck at the command. Lärk sounded genuinely worried, and it made sense given her circumstances. It hadn’t been a no, but she still felt sour at having caused such a fearful response. A sigh slipped her teeth, and she turned just as the sad question was asked. That night it had been difficult to see from the storm’s effects, and it didn’t help she had been rushing to render aid. At first when transferring her to a cot it had appeared the efforts had been to late. It wasn’t until she began to pat her down for a killing wound she discovered the guest’s heart rate was so quick it was barely discernible. After the initial discovery of her wings the wound on her leg had been found and priorities had shifted. It wasn’t much long after that the Rector arrived and Hazel had grown worried of his reaction to a mystical guest. Another chance to truly inspect the damaged wings had never presented itself, and thus the question was near impossible to truthfully answer. Before she got a chance to say any of this Lärk locked her down with the dismissal. Hazel stared at her shoes until their shared awkwardness passed. Afterward she simply stated, “As previously mentioned I understand your hesitations. If you change your mind I am a deep sleeper and you have to knock loud to rouse me.” So she had overstepped her boundary, and now the conversation was simply a seed to be had later. This is why beings are easier to mend when they are unable to fight because they let emotions get in the way of it. A deeper part of her was aware that it was just ego that had taken a bruising, but another part of her same buried persona just yearned for friendship.
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. Can’t expect the wounded door projects to desire spilling secrets. Instead of pushing and risking a damaged blowout she turned and left. The door swung shut with a solid thud, and Hazel cursed at herself for the unexpected tears rolling her face. They were hot, and she hated how crying always hurt more when void of actual sobbing. It only took a few paces away from the space for her emotions to subside, and the fabric she still gripped made for an excellent tissue. It was undoubtably rude to use such a precious thing for wiping tears, and she mumbled a prayer to make up for it later. Knowledge is a skulking evil of its own, and it has the benefit of time. Billions have died in the Earth’s timespan, but some of those deaths were purposefully arranged to gain lessons. Perhaps it was an exaggeration for Hazel to compare her new plans with killing people, however she felt similarly when stepping into the reading room. Plush carpets covered the midsized room, and many comfortable seats were placed atop them. Along every wall were shelves, and the knowledge on them was worth more than the previous room of silks. Nothing was overtly fancy about this space, but it was also the smallest collection in the Keep and the least valuable. Lazily Hazel walked about the room, and she drug her hand about the spines without actually touching any. Each one of them had a soul, and one of their pulpy insides held the wounded guests secrets. Quickly she plucked one labeled, ‘Four Nights With Winged Beasts,’ and with a flutter of heavy pages she turned to the middle. The random page depicted a mountaintop, and apparently mountains have lots of flying shit. She return it to its original place with a huff, but not before dragging her eyes around the room a final time. It would take years to figure out where to start, but luckily Hazel knew a librarian.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 24-Aug-23 06:26 PM
As quickly as Lärk had told the kind woman that she would fix her injured wings herself and saw the way her shoulders seemed to drop out of sadness she regretted it. Truthfully she did want some kind of help and she really wasn’t certain that she would be able to repair the damage on her own, she’d never had more than a small tear in her wings before. But the idea of opening up to someone, someone who wasn’t like her for the matter, was too terrifying to face on top of everything else. She had just lost her entire family and village, it would be foolish to open herself up to more hurt. Hazel seemed like a nice enough woman, after all she had saved her from bleeding to death, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t trying to set her up. Magic changed people, nobody could truly be trusted. The sadness from the other side of the door had Lärk shedding tears of her own and wishing that she could comfort the girl. It would be nice to have a friend, she was already painfully lonely and it hadn’t even been that long. Regrets of not spending more time with her family and friends instead of frolicking about in the trees wormed their way into her mind and filled her heart with lead. How was she supposed to go on like this? .
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The thought fluttered about her mind as she picked out some fabrics to bring with her into the sewing room. Equipment she had never seen before was there awaiting her and it took her quite some time to get the hang of how to use it. Once she had though, she found that it only took her around six hours to finish. It was a beautiful dress made of layers of a gorgeous midnight colored silk and a matching thinner material she didn’t yet know the name of. The reminder to not forget to leave a gift was not ignored and she left a simple but elegant silk flower she had made behind using one of the gemmy looking buttons to fashion the center of it. Bringing her new dress with her Lärk made her way back to her room, there she found a tray of food that was somehow still hot awaiting her and a sharp pang of guilt reminded her of the woman she had hurt before. The food was delicious and the comfort of it made her feel much less cold and lonely, selfishly she wished that there was more of it when she had finished. There was this gnawing need to apologize for upsetting Hazel before and after changing into the new dress she fashioned she set out to do just that. The door from before had disappeared and she knew then that she hadn’t been imagining its sudden appearance. Her arrival at Hazel's door was met with nerves this time. What if she had upset her so much she no longer wished to speak to her? And why did that hurt her feelings so much to think about? She knocked with as heavy a fist as she could remembering the mention of being a heavy sleeper and waited there hopeful that the woman would answer again. She really did want a friend.
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Hazel BOT 24-Aug-23 07:17 PM
Knowing better than to search herself Hazel gathered material to make a list. Dry virgin paper was abundant in the keep, and after a few moments she sat with crossed legs beside a low table. What did she know about the guest? With a fat dip of ink she moved to title the sheet and it occurred to her she didn’t even have a name. Feeling inspired by the crisp evening and her recent emotions she wrote, 'The Storm’s Secret’ and below scrawled her brief knowledge of Lärk. She did her best to use vague descriptors incase of the documents discovery, but her talent was with flesh not pages. There were no doubts with her that if it was found they would know who its about, but hopefully the way things were worded would keep them from knowing exactly what about the little starlet is being described. All she ended up jotting were brief descriptions of what she saw and felt, as well as the general reclusive nature of it. Was cagey carefulness even a trait for a creature? The task seemed worthless at its completion, but hopefully the notes would help her when approaching James. The man had always been kind enough, but he had the capability to be dismissive if he deemed your topic mundane. It could be an important subject matter, but when your day is ancient knowledge and entertaining exotic guests it makes sense medicine count and matters of supply could be boring. At the very least the words would help keep her mind organized when approaching him.
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. Unfortunately it had grown late, and she had yet to make evening rounds. Tucking the folded note into a pocket she left the room to perform evening duties. Preparing hot meals and transporting them about the large castle was a busy task, and she had been so focussed that her mind had not crossed streams with Lärk until she was portioning out her plate. Did she consume typical sustenance? The thought was added to the previously created document, and a few hours later she was alone in her room for the evening. The brief tour she had supplied and the reading room trip had cut her night short, but sweat and labor meant she completed all required tasks. After a quick bath and change of clothes Hazel was now sprawled out in her bed and hovering between layers of foggy consciousness.
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. The solid knock at her door at first seemed to emanate from dreams. Grogginess from dipping into slumber made it to where she second guessed the act’s occurrence in the first place. A shadow danced underneath the portal and the presence of another shook her properly awake. After swishing her blankets off she stood with a small yawn. Her eyes caught sight of the notes, and she made sure to quietly tuck them in the front page of a novel before moving toward the door. This lock always stuck, and the nurse had to lean weight against the latch for the mechanism to function properly. It opened with a creepy squeal and before Hazel stood the prettiest thing she had seen outside of paintings. It wasn’t fair how her messy hair only heightened beauties glimmer, and if they had also made the dress Hazel was sure she would soon grow jealous. It fanned her lonely soul to know something as majestic as whatever Lärk was had possibly decided to change her mind. She recalled hearing the Rector mention how the darkest of evils will arrive in the most angelic of forms, and it was then the nurse decided maybe daemons make fun friends. Hazel spoke in a scratchy voice that betrayed her physical exhaustion, “The Moon’s blessings, the dress you chose is striking, and I hope your visit is not one of ill health.” She had her suspicions the dress was freshly made, but she wanted to leave the glory of admitting it to her prospective friend.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 24-Aug-23 07:36 PM
After a few moments that seemed to stretch ages Lärk was about to let the nerves get the best of her and then to leave. Of course just as she was about to, she heard the turning of a key in the lock and it would be rude to run away after waking Hazel. When the door opened and she saw and felt just how exhausted the woman on the other side of it was she wondered if perhaps she should have waited until morning. It was too late for that now though because here she was. "Th-thank you! I made it myself." The compliment had her practically glowing, she had been so worried that it wouldn't turn out well or that it wouldn't fit right but hearing that it did warmed her heart. .
19:36
Focussing back on the task at hand Lärk began to speak, she had tried to work out exactly what she would say on the walk over but hadn't really come up with anything solid. "I wanted to thank you for the meal and to apologize for how I reacted earlier. I.. I know you were trying to be helpful, it's just-." Discomfort twisted itself inside of her as she tried to explain herself. "People.. sometimes aren't very accepting of my kind. And the ones that are… well sometimes they're even more dangerous." She'd heard horror stories of fae that had been kidnapped for their bodies. Others of wings being mutilated from bodies to be sold on the black market. There was just so much at risk, truthfully she wished that she had landed elsewhere, somewhere among her own kind like she was supposed to. .
19:36
"I know I hurt your feelings and I'm truly sorry for Hazel." The woman could deny it if she wanted too of course but Lärk knew what she felt when the door to that room had closed. "I would really like your help if you're still willing. And not just with my injury. I was hoping maybe I could ask you for some advice?" There was a nervousness evident in her words, she'd never really relied on anyone else but her mother for advice before and certainly not for anything remotely close to what she wanted to ask about. There was an odd feeling of vulnerability that had settled deep into her bones since she had arrived here that she was still trying to get used to and waiting with baited breath for Hazel's response was making that even more evident.
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Hazel BOT 24-Aug-23 08:10 PM
The tall woman shook her head and wore a wide smile when Lärk mentioned having made the dress. Now that she knew it as fact her eyes crawled the garment once more. Bands of tougher cotton sheet wrapped her torso in a way that accentuated dormant features with subtle enhancements. She doubted Lark hadn’t heard it before, but she offered a follow up complement, “You would make a fortune if you offered that craftsmanship up to the greater kingdom.” Foolishness surged for implying she sell herself out, she had only meant to say that its quality belonged in fancy storefronts. Her apology filled Hazel’s empty chest with a gentle sea of glittering calm. It had been far too many years since a peer had apologized for hurting her feelings, and the simple act of it nearly brought her to tears again. Pride, and a hidden desire to appear stalwart saved her from spilling embarrassing emotion. Honestly the apology was not even deserved, but just knowing someone else took a moment to think about her feelings was enough to soften her heart. The added bit about people getting close to her being a threat had her feeling doubly stupid for insinuating she sell her work. If only I could keep my mouth closed. Then the girl kept going and the final points about help and advice finally stole a few lines of salty water. Before launching into a response Hazel wiped the liquid and said, “Sorry, I get a little silly with confrontation.” The scoff she huffed afterword was directed at herself, and she hoped all this foolish guilt she felt was not actually being projected by Lärk. Clearing her throat and brushing hands down the front of her shiny evening gown focussed her enough to reply.
20:10
. Hazel said, “Your kind must also be awfully polite, because I was being a nosy brat and you were only looking after your safety.” She picked her hands up to brush at the woman’s dress in a motion of comfort, but decided against it at the last moment and dropped them back to her side. Lärk’s comments on dinner replayed in her mind, and years of toiling over hot fires and walking miles up and down the front path seemed worth it just for this single complement alone. Sure the boy’s would say it, but did they mean it? Hazel took a step back and motioned inward with a swinging arm. “When I say I would love nothing more than to talk with you about anything not related to bandages or books I really mean it.” Her voice growled over ‘mean’ and the sound had seemingly come from nowhere. Her own resolve to have new discussions surprised herself. An unmade bed and stacks of finished reading material felt horrendously ugly when the girl had entered her space. She almost apologized for not cleaning up, but didn’t want to appear unconfident. Besides if they really were going to be friends then they would need to get used to seeing the unorganized way she lived. “Not that I wouldn’t help you with bandages too of course.” Despite her best efforts the lack of confidence still spilled through with a final statement. The nurse sat at the head of her bed and patted a spot next to her. “Sit!” It occurred to her patting the same spot a hundred times is probably obnoxious, and that the guest wasn’t a dog who needed to be summoned. The previously spoken words about advice still hung in her forethoughts, and she couldn’t help but rush into it. “Tell me stranger, what could a beautiful, talented, and mysterious thing such as yourself need my help for.” Is it possible that she only came here for directions somewhere else? The mean intrusive thought shook her confidence more, and Hazel prayed she hadn’t misconstrued the apology and overstepped a second time in the same day.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 24-Aug-23 08:27 PM
For some reason when Lärk saw the way her apology had affected Hazel she felt bad for the girl. How long had it been since she had someone to call a friend? She hadn't even considered the fact that being in the keep was effectively isolating her from anyone on the outside. Are they even allowed to leave? The question was tucked away for a later time as right now she really wanted to focus on getting back in Hazel's good graces. "It's alright, I'm not all that great at confrontation myself. I almost ran away from your door after I had knocked." A soft laugh followed up the admission and she had to resist the urge to reach out and wipe the salty tears away from the other girl's face herself. .
20:27
"It's hard not to be nosey about new things. Truly it's alright. I should have just explained myself." She was still weary of trusting anyone with her secret but truth be told it was a relief that someone else knew. Does she know anything about the fae? The question pinched in between her brows when she entered the room and found it comforting. This room seemed lived in and the warmth from Hazel's presence in it was like a gentle hug. It was no wonder she was a healer, she radiated it. .
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For a few moments Lärk awkwardly stood in the center of the room and it was a relief when Hazel patted the spot on the bed next to her. Taking the spot on the bed she let out a heavy sigh. Even being told how eager the girl was for conversation about something other than injuries she was nervous to talk about what was on her mind. "Do you.. have experience with.. you know.. men?" She has to clear her throat to force herself to keep speaking. "It's just-. I um-. Something happened earlier and I've never really felt anything like it before so I thought maybe you would know what it was? It was this warm pulsing feeling between my legs and like I wanted to just claw at something." Even remembering it now had her heart racing and her breaths coming faster. "I don't know what happened it felt so strange and so strong." The part about how she had touched herself somewhere that felt like it was forbidden to do so, she didn't want to freak the other girl out if she had no idea what she was talking about. "Has that ever happened to you?" @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 24-Aug-23 09:35 PM
Mismire Keep was made of tough stone, but it was a comforting place right? If it truly was such a lovely space then why did these repeated niceties feel so unfamiliar? Hazel narrowed her eyes as Lärk reassured her. Is it possible the girl is just saying it to win her trust? It had to be unlikely or else she wouldn’t have come here to make up. The new face struck her as many things, but a scheming liar was not one of them. Although, It was also true that if someone was a good infiltrator they likely would also be a decent actor. She was used to many days between even speaking to someone, so her mind was bouncing popcorn trying to count all the angles to this situation. With a calming breath Hazel let her gaze settle on the girl who now sat beside her. The typical anxiety that lived just beneath her heart poked upward with extra violence this evening. Why was she so jittery? The nurse tucked her hands underneath long arms as to not let the wobble in them show. At first when Lärk started to speak next she assumed it was going to be about her injured wings. That’s why at first her gaze had hardened into one of confusion. Her main thought had been, I already told you that I knew nothing about them, so why are you phrasing the question like that?

 Boys? A bunch of faces fluttered her mind in quick succession. It had only been a single night that she had been here, so who could she have run into? The knights that typically accompanied any royal entourage hadn’t been here in months, and such an arrival of guests would have been announced beforehand. None of the local villagers have been by as Hazel would have had to make more food, so who could she be talking about? The rector was undoubtably out of the question as he was old, mean, and married to the gods or whatever. The Librarian, although a handsome man in his own regard, only took his nose out of books long enough to show visitors to his office where they discussed who knows what. (edited)
21:38
. Then the entire evening went fully into crazy town when the prettiest creature she had ever laid eyes on started asking her questions about arousal. She could have kicked the door in and hex blasted them both into a realm of only pain, and at least that would have made some sense. Of course to the gods sewing closed oozing leg wounds wasn’t enough and now the stranger was requesting information on how the nurse’s core pulsed when enamored. After she finished speaking the two women stared at each other in silence. The only sound was their breathing and the hollow whisper of winds brush outside the walls. Hazel cleared her throat and scooted backwards on the bed. It wasn’t that she was a prude or didn’t intend to respond, but more that the topic had blindsided her so genuinely that it took a few seconds to change chapters. While replaying the questions in her head she couldn’t decide which one to start with. “Yes,” her voice was tiny “I have felt that way. There is nothing wrong with you for getting flush with attraction.” Hazel hated how badly she wished to know who it had been over. “I am going to assume that you know what sex is.” She couldn’t help the hue in her cheeks over how silly it felt to speak so plainly of such things. “When you are… with someone like that, or you want to be with them like that, your body responds by getting ready for it.” Holy hell, if this was a test by the gods they were going to hear about it when she died. “For me its a hunger in my thighs, and it screams to be filled by something.” She had almost said someone, but was trying to keep it basic for the poor thing. “It feels good to fulfill the desire, and that is probably what you were feeling.” A thousand pound weight left her chest after the explanation, but her eyes twinkled with admiration over how cute and naive it all was.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 25-Aug-23 08:03 AM
The silence that hung between the two girls felt heavy as Lärk waited for an answer to the question that had been playing on her mind since she had scurried out of her makeshift room and to the showers. Had she crossed some line that she didn’t know about? Fingers thrummed against her knee as she tried to work out some of the nerves without being too obvious about it. Her eyes were bouncing back and forth between hazels and the bed and now she really wished that she had turned and ran away from the door instead of opening her mouth to ask about things that were probably common knowledge to most. When Hazel moved back on the bed Lärk was almost certain that she had screwed up their potential friendship already but then she started speaking and all of the words that came out of her mouth had her cheeks glowing bright red. At least she wasn’t the only one who was blushing. Lärk found that it suited the other girl, the tint on her cheeks and decided that whoever had gotten to see her that way from the things she was speaking of was a lucky person. Attraction. So that's what it was she really was attracted to the librarian and all of his quirky behaviors. What she wondered now though was if it was a natural attraction or if it was something to do with magic. “I know what sex is and I think that’s what it felt like for me too.. The hungry feeling.” There was a long pause while she tried to figure out what to say next, she still had so many questions and technically they did all have to do with the body and that’s what Hazel was good at.. Right? .
08:03
“Um-.” Another pause as Lärk dragged her eyes to look at absolutely anything else in the room but her friend sitting on the bed. “When.. when you get that feeling.. Do you.. Does your body.. When it happened to me there was this weird.. Slippery stuff?” She cleared her throat and dug her fingers into the dress that she had just made. “I’m sorry I just don’t know anything about this stuff and I never got the chance to ask my mother before the accident happened and now.. I just feel so foolish..” Innocent eyes made their way back up to the blushing nurses face, there was nothing disingenuous about her questions and while they made her feel like she was going to implode from embarrassment she really did just want answers. A new fear struck when she realized just who she was talking to and who she was probably close with. Had she said something offensive by mistake just now? What if it was James who made Hazel feel that same hunger between her thighs. Oh no she’s going to hate me for thinking I want to bed her lover or something. “Wait is.. is James the one who makes you feel that way?” It was probably better to ask and figure it out now than later. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 25-Aug-23 11:36 AM
Hazel’s eyes had fluttered closed, and she was backed against the headboard with her knees tucked upward. That short conversation had taken incredible resolve to have without laughing, and she was thankful for it to be over. After centering herself with some deep breaths she opened her eyes to see Lärk’s swimming with curiosity. Whatever small amount of tension she had managed to alleviate was immediately returned by the comforting bond that look suggested. All she had done was succeed in filling her new friend with the confidence to ask more lewd questions, and the twinkle in her eyes suggested it was going to be worse than the last. Watching the timid creature’s mouth as she spoke of slippery things lit a candle’s flame within Hazel’s gut that hadn’t burned in such a way for years. A tiny sliver of her lower lip rolled upwards as her body began to betray her with the very feelings she was discussing. A grip of the silliness receded when Lärk mentioned her mother, and the nurse felt shame for how her own soul was responding to this entire encounter. She did her best to shift gears, but the Fae’s projection made it difficult to focus. Desperately she wanted to reach over and offer comfort for the friend, but instead kept arms wrapped around herself as if it would hold her discomforting budding desire. After swallowing she said, “Stop. Don’t feel foolish for what you feel.” The nurse knew all it lead to was a lifetime of torture for yourself anyway. “Living like that is so painful hon, of course don't give into every desire you have…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to picture the woman paired with anyone in the Keep. It made her jealous to seee somebody with her, and inadequacy lurked at how they had beat her to making an impression. Did she even want her that way? Flush heat grew into a fire, and she broke her own rule by continuing to deepen herself into shame for lighting up at Lärk’s confession.
11:36
. “Honey…” Hazel leaned to crawl toward the guest, and she blushed at how easy her own legs slid across each other during the movement. A cold prickling was in her fingertips, and from her own experience as a caretaker that meant something was wrong with her heart. It probably had something to do with the girl unlocking a deep seated need to press herself against another woman and see if that’s the spark her soul had missed all these years. The gods should be smiling that Hazel didn’t curl her legs around Lärk and pull her backwards into a rear embrace. Instead she just let her legs drape around her as she came to rest behind the Fae. “That’s how your body get’s ready for it. How do you expect to fill yourself with something if nothing is there to help it glide.” Had someone slipped something into her evening tea? No thoughts came in the correct order, and the same need she discussed raged within her. Humor is a fantastic counter to mind control, and the sharp points to her shrilly laugh hadn’t been heard for months. “James?” Another fit of giggles struck her, and she brought her head to rest against Lärk’s back while the laughter assaulted her. “Don’t get me wrong, he is handsome and… tall.” For the first time Hazel tried to imagine a hard James, and it made her swoon to consider the optics of his height to his cock. What the hell was going on that entertaining The Librarian’s naked body didn’t have her retching? Fear that her laugh may have upset the girl the nurse finally gained the courage to pull her backwards into the hug. Her hair smelled better then a garden, and while staring at her upside down Hazel used a long finger to twirl a piece of the starry locks out of the Fae’s face. “Is that who slickens you up friend? The Librarian?” Her head canted at the final question, and she did her best to stare at eyes and not lips.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 25-Aug-23 12:08 PM
Being told not to feel foolish for what she was feeling only made Lärk feel minutely better. It was a comfort to know that of course she wasn’t the only one that experienced these feelings but they were still foreign to her and truth be told they were overwhelming. She didn’t know how to give into them the right way, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to. Hazel started to crawl towards her and the look in her eye reminded her of the way that James had looked at her, like a hungry creature looking at prey. It was honestly a bit concerning, was she giving off some kind of aura that she was unaware of even now? A hard and nervous swallow could be heard coming from Lärks throat when Hazel came to rest behind her the way she did. She was hyper aware of every place that the woman's body was coming in contact with her own and there was this sensation of little pinpricks at every point. “O-oh. Right that.. That does make sense.” Lark nodded and wondered if a human heart could even beat as fast as hers was racing at that moment. She knew what sex was, how it was done, what became of it, so why was it making her blush so bad to think about it. James’ words from before suddenly made sense and only made her blush worse. .
12:08
Laughter was definitely not what Lärk had expected when she asked about the librarian being the possible object of Hazel’s affection but she supposed it was better than her being offended or worse, angry. Still she felt a weird sense of shame trickle in with whatever this new found aroused feeling was from the sound of it. Before she could pull away and make a run for the gardens Hazel was pulling her backwards against her. The contact brushed against her wings and she bit down on her lip to hold in the surprised noise she let out. The one that happened to mix with something akin to a moan from feeling the girl pressed against her back. Was she aware of how thin her sleep dress was? “It’s.. it’s not just him.” Oh gods no why did I say that? Cheeks turned pink once again and it was a struggle to not break the eye contact that Hazel had made. She seemed much better at holding it than James had and she found herself leaning into it when Hazel twirled her hair around a slender finger away from her face. Was it just speaking about it out loud that was having this effect on her or was it the girl herself? She had never imagined that she would feel those crush-like feelings for another woman but it wasn’t unheard of. An image of an absolutely wrecked James flashed through her mind along with a hint of guilt and doubt. The worry of them only being interested in her physically because of the way she looked and what she was had her face scrunched up in worry. “Does it ever happen to you too Hazel? Here in the keep I mean?”
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Hazel BOT 25-Aug-23 12:55 PM
A handful of glassy whimpers rolled out of Hazel’s mouth from having Lärk in her lap. It had nothing to do with the fact they were touching, but instead related to a desperate urge to wave her hips upward into the girl’s back. Thus far she had resisted the need to rock herself so, but the longer she held out the more her clit would throb. It was each drumming buzz of her ignored cunt’s demands that would spill the cold sound from her neck. She was not confident in her ability to keep herself from rocking forward much longer, however the conversation helped to put it off. The nurse kept twirling shimmering locks in her hand, and when a newly created curl would pop from her finger it would hold its shape for a few seconds before fizzling out back into straight hair. Beautiful. Soft. Warm. How was it that her friend’s hair is full of so much heat? When winter draped its heavy blanket over Mismire and Hazel would trudge up the front path with her head wrapped in a thick scarf, even after peeling the sweaty cloth from her head her hair wouldn’t glow with such warmth. With a hungry need she wished to push her hands into Lärk’s head and tangle it all up. When the beautiful guest spoke next she was thankful because it offered a good excuse to stare at her lips. Then the naive thing mentioned it not just being James that heated her up, and that finally succeeded in rolling her hips.
12:56
. lt was a soft movement, and the dragging pressure against her core shot tendrils with similar warmth up into the Nurse’s chest. They electrified her heart and the increased pace in blood flow spilled beads of sweat down her forehead. Thick forest sludge gummed the workings of the caregiver’s mind. She had been searching for a counter flirt, but the follow up question about if it happened here in the Keep shook her focus. Both their faces were redder than a ripe apple, and she booped Lärk on the nose with the finger that had previously been curling silver mane. With a gravel to her tone she said, “Yes hon. It happens to me here in the keep.” After that she swallowed a nervous mouthful of spit, and dared let an exploratory hand come to rest upon the girl’s belly. Her quick breathing confirmed to Hazel that her friend felt it too, but she was not sure how to proceed. It felt like a gross overstep of new lines to more or less take advantage of a grieving woman.
12:56
. Magic cares not for morals. “I don’t want you to feel pressured friend.” Hazel leaned forward, but the angle made it impossible to reach her lips. Instead the caregiver pressed a snow soft kiss into Lärk’s chin. She squeezed her eyes shut when the peck caused her lips to taste of air after rain, and in her attempt to not moan instead dropped her mouth open and exhaled a hot silent gasp. The heated air from it brushed her friend’s face, and Hazel had enough experience to know how that felt. Now the nurse’s cheeks lit a deeper shade of scarlet, one that suggested she needed to mend her current state of distraction. Hazel pushed her hand further down Lärk’s panting abdomen where it stopped just above the curling dip into thigh. Now she spoke in a whisper, “Why don’t you sit at the end of my bed, and I’ll lean against my headboard and show you how to fix it yourself.” Feeling brave she let her hand lurch to grip the Fae’s wrist, and with sultry pace slid it to rest upon her lap. “Unless you would trust me to show you how to do it?” A tad more pressure forced Lärk’s pointer finger to roll upon her own shivering hot bud. The girl’s entire body lurched with virgin ecstasy, and the movement stole a real moan from Hazel’s mouth. “Let your doctor help.”
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 25-Aug-23 01:24 PM
Soft rolling hips met Lärks back in a motion that felt as natural as water lapping against the shoreline and had her breath catching in her throat. She wasn't even entirely sure of what it meant but she knew for some reason that it felt good for the both of them and she wanted more. Lärk kept her eyes on the woman hovering above her and wondered if she too knew how beautiful she was. Even if not in the mystical way the fae were there was something soft but strong about her, she was honestly captivating and given the way she had saved Lärks life one might even call her angelic. Could Hazel see the way that the need was darkening the fae girl's eyes as she waited with baited breath for an answer? She couldn't be sure until she heard it from her lips and when she finally spoke the words out loud and rested a hand on Lärks stomach another soft whimper floated into the air between them. It was such a soft sound that it barely survived the thick and quickly growing tension in the room. "I-I don't feel pressured I feel… w-wet.. and hungry Hazel you're making me feel so hungry." The way the words climbed their way out of her throat was unfamiliar to her own ears, her voice was softer and higher in pitch, laced with some sort of primal need. It made the blush on her cheeks spread up to her ears. .
13:25
Before Lärk knew what was happening feather soft lips were pressed against her chin and it made her own hips squirm looking for attention that she desperately and suddenly needed. Maybe humans were the magic ones after all. "Hazel I-" Words melted instead into more whimpers as the nurse's hand wandered further down her body and stopped just above her thigh. This was why her mother had warned her about sex, she hadn't even been touched by another and already she was higher than any root or mushroom could get her. The idea of only getting to watch and learn was like torture and the gnawing desire in her wouldn't settle for that at all. As if Hazel had read her perverse thoughts she dragged the girl's own hand between her thighs and over that same bud that she had only just discovered shortly before. It was so sensitive that her hips jumped and her back bowed off of her friend's lap for a moment, a sound of pleasure escaping at the same time. "I trust you, please, help me. I can't take it." The girl was panting already just from the pent up desire coursing through her veins, replacing every ounce of blood. .
13:26
She couldn't resist the urge to sit up enough that she could turn and pull Hazel into a kiss, her hand resting delicately at her cheek just high enough that her fingertips found hair. The kiss started soft and almost timid as gentle lips explored one another before turning into something much more heated and hungry. She wasn't even sure if she was doing it right but judging by the hips rolling against her back and the sounds of Hazel's pleasure she was drinking down like life's elixir she assumed she must not be doing too poor a job. When the need for air became too strong she collapsed once again against the other woman's chest and looked up at her, lips kiss swollen and pink and eyes glassy with lust. "Please show me how."
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Hazel BOT 25-Aug-23 02:07 PM
In all her years she had never made someone yell the way Lärk just had and it pumped honey into her ego to have done so. The surprised laughter that shuddered out of her was laced with sweet approval. With a drooling smack thin lips parted to say, “Oh, you really liked that didn’t you?” Song. Her moans sounded like song, and the sexy pitch was still audible behind the sentence begged out next. Two of the nurse’s favorite naughty novels were tucked under her bed right now, and they both had to do with virgin women. That specific angle had never been important to her when it came to fun plots, but being with someone so fresh to their body’s spoils suddenly made sense. Would she compare every experience for the rest of her life to this one? The Librarian may have her heart, but Hazel will own her moans. Apparently the Fae were fond of tricks, and she yelped into the woman’s mouth when she had risen to swap spit. Her free hand gripped with white knuckled tightness into her comforter, and fluttering eyes rolled so hard it hurt. Lusty tears ran hot trails down her face from the buzzing pops that lit her skull. The girl may as well have stuck a hot rod into her head, as every single shred of brain matter that held consciousness melted away into inky night sky. It wasn’t just metaphor either, as sound, taste, touch, and smell all faded into a far away place. A rushing roar of water licked at her senses from far away. Hazel could still feel her lips being laced with a tongue softer than ash, but that was about it other than a weightless sensation of tumbling through nothing. The previous roaring of liquid drew closer, and she began to recognize the sound from young adulthood. It was a fond memory attached to walking through a long forgotten plot of familial land. Within she knew that space had long burned and razed to nothing, but a powerful force projected by her current partner had summoned the history corporal, and granted her the ability to walk it again.
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. It ended faster than plucking a thorn, and immediately Hazel missed the safe place. An odd sadness welled inside of her, but it passed when Lärk requested to be shown. She knew that whatever had just happened would never occur again, however magic branded her primal mind with a mark that scorched a hint of desperation. “Anytime you need honey.” At first the dangling line between their mouths had looked like a loose hair, but when the dripping bead of saliva snapped the silent messy secret forced her hips to buck again. Hazel shifted her grip upon the captive guest's wrist, and with new found purchase pushed two of Lärk’s fingers down once more. This time her back lept with even more height, and the nurse giggled at her pure ecstasy. “Excellent. Good. Again.” The caregiver did what she did best and cooed out encouraging statements in-between every rut of the virgin’s body. Eventually it was obvious she needed more as her back was arching higher and higher in search of more pressure. “Don’t rush it, slow, shh.” More sweet licks of praise, but this time with direction to be gentle. “If you rush it the end won’t feel as good, and trust the doctor when she says it’s the best part.” Hazel hooked both her feet underneath Lark’s ankles and pried her legs apart while planting another angelic kiss into her face. “You feel that wavy ball above your core?” She let her other hand run feather light loops around the rapturously shivering belly of her new friend. “You have to relax your shoulders and neck, and meditate on the growing heat there. It should get closer to popping, and our job tonight it to hold you at the edge of that detonation.” The new dress was already soaking with her, and Hazel bit her lip over the top of her loudest moan yet. Should she use this as a time to seed her with corruption too?
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 25-Aug-23 02:43 PM
When Hazel agreed to show her how to do it she almost half expected herself to wake up from some kind of hazy lust filled dream. Instead she nodded wide eyed up at the girl before she felt her pushing her own fingers against her slick core right at that same sweet spot again and again. Melodic moans kept falling from her lips and her breaths were coming so fast paced that the windows of the room started to fog up on the inside. At least that’s what she told herself, it definitely had nothing to do with the ancient fae magic flowing through her veins. There was this building heat and pressure deep inside of her that felt like it was growing hotter and hotter by the second. The fingers on Lärks other hand had found a deep purchase in the blanket below her. It felt almost like it was beyond her control when her hips worked against her own fingers and she found the more seconds that passed the more she wished that it wasn’t her own and that it was Hazel who was doing the touching. “It- it feels so good H-Hazel.” She whimpered out, finding it near impossible to keep her voice even when she was feeling something that she never had before. Being told to slow down felt like actual torture, she wanted to feel whatever tension was building snap. Wanted to know what it felt like. More so than either of those things though she wanted to please the woman who was showing her what her own body was capable of. “I feel it, I feel it I do!” If it weren’t for the long dress covering most of Lärks legs then she would be blushing again at the feeling of being on display but thankfully she didn’t have to worry about that just yet. “I’m trying.” Her head bobbed in a nod as she focused on trying to relax her taut muscles and let the rolling pleasure ebb and flow however Hazel pleased. .,
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“Please I- will you do it? I want to feel your touch instead of my own.” The words had blurted out of her before she ever had a chance to stop them but judging by the aura radiating off of Hazel and the added smell of her own arousal in the air she wouldn’t be offended by the request. “Hazel~” Pleading eyes made their way back to her newfound friends before she pulled her back down into another kiss, it was messy from the angle but as long as she got to taste her warm tongue again she didn’t care. Hazel tasted like spiced apples and felt like a warm fire on a winter's day and she needed more. She needed her.
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Hazel BOT 25-Aug-23 03:50 PM
Hazel found it beyond adorable how she appeared to be so studious about the whole thing. After asking her to relax it had almost appeared to only make her torture worse, and the fact it was sourced by her was sickeningly tasty. The edge of her vision lit dark blue with a concerning hue, and the very corners of the room began to peel apart like flaking paint. All of this would typically be very concerning to a mortal mind, but when most of one’s body is fused to a Fae some things get overlooked. Every time the guest would say her name it would summon more hot need within her, and she barely got time to process the new request before another kiss was forced upon her. It could barley be called a kiss, and was more a desperate attempt to suck someone’s tongue from their head. At first the sensation had been startling, but soon she gave in and the act of letting herself be used by someone so new to the experience was crystal ecstasy. It usually took hours of teasing herself after the Keep fell silent to get her legs to wobble, but already they quivered with pleasure. “Hmm…” The nurse let the inquisitive hum roll over the girl’s lips before they fell away. “If you really want me too I will, but make sure you pay extra close attention so you can do it yourself.” Using tone legs she wormed Lärk upward into a seated position. One of her hands went to the Fae’s neck where she sprawled it palm side down and made sure to get as much long finger over the side of her face as possible. The other side of her neck she used as a canvas for kisses, and she made sure one of them was with enough suction that it left a mark. The nurse’s long hair was sprawled about her shoulders, and she swore white hot sparks were flashing where the wires of their manes touched.
15:50
. With ginger care she placed her friend’s hand off to the side, but not before hiking her dress up. Hazel wadded the fabric up and stuffed a corner of it between them so it wouldn’t fall into their way later. Her trail of kisses halted just long enough to whisper flirts into Lärk’s ear. “I like to suck my fingers like this first.” With sultry exaggeration she stuck three fingers into her mouth and pulled them out tantalizingly slow. “Remember honey, if you ever need to borrow my mouth you can come visit.” If every day up until this one within the keep had been in preparation for their friendship it made being imprisoned here worth it. The hand that had been teasing Lärk’s neck fell to her lap and joined the spit glistened trio of fingers. The dry hand poised a single tip upon fluttering clit, and the other three fingers perched themselves against a drooling mess. “Don’t be embarrassed by the noises. Afterward you can practice on me, kay’ honey?” With that she began to paint circles into Lärk’s hot bud, and her other hand sank one knuckle deep. “Don’t hold it in, if you yell no one will hear you.” It was true that being quiet in The Library was proper, but spilling emotions was also allowed and typically overshadowed the previous. Hazel buried her own face back into the Fae’s neck, and she tried her best to not whimper louder than the girl. Using her firm core as a hinge the caregiver lowered them backwards with deliberate tease. Eventually they came to a rest, and gravity assisted by blanketing her in Lärk’s trembling body. “Thank you for letting a nobody like me share this with something as special as you…” She could no longer pretend this was just a lesson. Finally the walls fell away, and it was just them, a bed, and infinite void in every direction. From all round was the acoustic flair of that same rushing river, and Hazel let her head roll backwards into another shrill laugh of sinful ecstasy.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 25-Aug-23 04:33 PM
“I-I will, I swear I will pay attention.” Lärk knew that her focus was slipping and all she could actually pay attention to was just how good everything felt. The way that Hazel's hand came to rest along the side of her face as she peppered kisses on the other cheek had her seeing colors she never had before. There was a small suck and she could hear the tiny blood vessels of her cheek rupturing to rush purple and red to the surface. Was that something humans could do? She actually realized she didn’t know much about humans in general. That was a thought she could save for later. Right now the only thing that mattered was that Hazel's fingers were in her mouth and she was pulling her dress up out of the way to touch her easier. The offer of her mouth had Lärk’s own mouth watering and she didn’t even know exactly what the woman was offering. She knew she wanted it though. If it had anything to do with Hazel’s sweet lips and tongue she wanted it. A slender finger teased at her clit and the pulse of it was almost in sync with her heartbeat she was so aroused at this point. At first Lärk wasn’t sure what she had meant when she told her not to be embarrassed by the noise, it wasn’t until her fingers started to move that she understood. The squelching noise of wet fingers sinking into wet cunt had her cheeks redder than fresh cherries. The feeling of her core being stretched by Hazel’s fingers was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Even earlier when curiosity and desperation had gotten the best of her she hadn’t ventured any lower than the throbbing little bundle of nerves she had found. It didn’t take more than once being told not to hold it in for her to be crying out over and over again .
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“Hazel- Hazel!” It was as if she had forgotten how to say anything else and when she was pulled backwards to blanket her body with her own she could feel their rapid breaths begin to synchronize. She heard a thank you for sharing herself with a nobody and for a moment it made her heart ache. Surely she couldn’t really think so lowly of herself when she was such a special being. “You’re not a nobody-” Words were cut off by another long drawn out moan of pleasure followed by quieter more timid whimpers “You’re incredible Hazel.” Fingers curled upwards inside of her and she practically screamed at the jolt of pleasure it sent throughout her entire body. “Hazel! Oh my gods Hazel!” That rolling pleasure was growing to be too much and she could feel her thighs trembling and her body squeezing around her fingers. “S-something- something- it feels so good w-what’s-” She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence to ask the woman below her what was happening inside of her own body.
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Hazel BOT 26-Aug-23 08:50 AM
Lavender laughter petered out like fluttering petals. Towards the end the noises hitched up into hiccupy moans, and they were throttled directly to the sound of her own name being called. The only lie that she had told this evening is that no one would hear the Fae’s screams, and they grew in volume the closer to climax. Would the Rector walk by with his dangling lantern and have to seethe outside the door knowing that we were molting with sin? Perhaps James would take one of his insomnia walks and catch wind of her rapturous wails? Typically such stalking thoughts would shock her to pass, but drowning in fairy soup has fascinating side effects. Nobody, not even her passed mother, had ever offered her words about being important. Not to denote her upbringing as cruel, she wouldn’t think so anyway, but instead to imply that their efforts had been focussed elsewhere. Study, rest, and secure a family fortune, but never ‘you matter.’ Using her chin the Nurse walked her face down toward Lärk’s ear and said, “If you keep spoiling me with your kind words I may catch feelings…” Out of practice with sultry praise she did her best to add that vocal flair of tease. That joking twinge every person uses that suggests they are above falling for someone quickly, but both know deep inside that something is stirring.
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. Well, something was churning within Hazel right now, and it was a hellacious blazing desire for her friend to return the favor. Selfishly worried that afterword the guest would be too embarrassed to continue, she decided then to at least make it memorable. Curving her long callous fingers seemed to do the trick, and the Fae’s lurch stole another giggle from her neck. Every time the poor thing would scream her name her digits would hook upward, and each time she made sure to yank with more force. Hazel’s eyes shot to where a hand was gripped deep into bedding, and just as the girl began to completely unwind she whispered, “I saw the walls disappear too, but you don’t need to hold on so tight, I don’t think you are going anywhere honey.” That was not entirely true as she was definitely headed somewhere. Her mind was scrambling for something to make it even better, but was concerned that changing the strategy would edge her first orgasm. It was more tempting than fresh frosting, but there would hopefully be time for that later. Selflessness is the only trait her mother had ever complemented her on outside of ability to memorize. If they were going to be friends, then best friends take little falls for each other. With a roll of her eyes she continued to whisper, “I can pretend to be James if you want. We are of similar height, and I bet his long fingers feel the same.” Stepping into the fantasy did more for the nurse than expected, and a pooling hot seeped from her. If strength allowed it she would roll the Fae into a ball and just stuff herself full of it.
08:50
. The wobbling of legs told the nurse that it was possible Lärk’s climax had already begun. Do they last longer when non human? The idea only amplified her desire to be filled. “Imagine I am behind you playing with you like this fumbling with your clit.” As if to teach her where it was she thumbed a hard push of her hand into it. She continued, “All the while he leans over you pounding you again, and again.” On queue Hazel waved her body upward in an attempt to shake Lärk. All she wanted to do was supply that feeling of your being rocking when you are bottomed out. “I could even tell you how to win him over.” Again her head hit the mattress from the fun of it all, and she willed her tingling body to memorize the shudders of her friends pleasure.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 26-Aug-23 02:43 PM
A short breathy laugh managed to slip its way off of Lärk’s lips when Hazel told her that she didn’t need to hold on so tight. It’s not as if she thought she was going to disappear but more like if she didn’t hold on to something she left like she was going to lose her mind. How did people do this on a regular basis without completely losing their minds? Perhaps this is what actually drove people into madness when there was no other logical explanation. Another small laugh escaped her at that thought because she knew somehow that it was absolutely ridiculous. The loud lewd noises that were coming from Lärks cunt were only getting worse the more effort Hazel put into dragging her fingers upwards against whatever magical spot was nestled inside of it. The last thing that the girl expected was for her friend to mention that she could pretend to be James. At first for just a flicker of a moment that thought twisted her face up with a look that must have read something along the lines of ‘what the fuck?’ That thought didn’t last very long though when Hazel told her to imagine him behind her like this fumbling with what she quickly learned was her clit as a firm press landed against the spot that had her back trying to arch. .
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Hazel was deceivingly strong with how she held Lärks body against her own. It shouldn’t have been a surprise considering she had gotten her into the keep to begin with. Continued words made her realize the had misunderstood, at least she thought she had, was Hazel filling her mind's eye with dirty images of them both having their way with her at once? At first she had said ‘Imagine I am behind you’ and then mentioned the man by name. The idea of them both giving her this kind of pleasure had her eyes squeezing shut as the shaking in her thighs seemed to double and it felt like there was an eruption inside of her body that even fiery volcanoes couldn’t compare it. The feeling that rushed through her felt like hot tendrils of lightning that ran up to the crown of her head down to the tips of her toes and back again. “Oh my- Hazel please-” She didn’t even know what she was asking for at this point it was just the only words that her brain could conjure up in the intense state of pleasure she was currently in. Is this what people were talking about when they mentioned feeling like they had ascended? The stars that she had seen so many nights laying out in the grass were now dancing behind her eyes and they had never looked more beautiful. After what felt like ages but was probably only minutes, every touch of Hazel's fingers was making the girl jump and jerk with overstimulation and it melted her into a fit of giggles. “Hazel please! It’s too much!” @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 26-Aug-23 04:06 PM
It was fire, and it burned in her soul. The river’s rushing had grown into a roar, and when the magical tension ruptured the noise of it ceased in an instant. That quick snuff of sound startled the Nurse into a gasp. After that she realized the heat in her body had been emanating from the Fae, and she yearned to be warmed by it again already. Is this perhaps the allure of sin that the Rector always prattled about? Normally she would tumble into anxiety over such a thought, but luckily the friend draped over her helped to alleviate such pains. When alone with devilish thoughts and while her hands would tickle her own body the feeling of having fingers rested within herself after climax had always brought shame. However, wearing Lärk as a glove felt powerfully sensual and she hoped the girl wouldn’t judge if she tasted it. Tasted it? “Oh my.” When thin lips had spilled the words it likely seemed they were aimed at the Fae’s final squeals, but in fact they were directed at how naughty her mind had become. With a squelch Hazel removed her hand and while doing so said, “This energy that surrounds you is strong.” Was it a complement? It was hard to say, and she spoke again while letting her wet hand trail up the girl’s thigh, “I know we just met but… I think you need to be careful of that, or we need to find a way to help you guard it.” Nobody likes to think of themselves as gross, but the nurse really did consider herself level headed. Thus her bodies insane reaction to just being near her friend getting worked up was concerning. “Just be mindful of yourself.”
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. While before she had the confidence to show a virgin creature how to touch itself, now she barely had enough left to request reciprocation. With the dryer hand she forked her fingers into the side of the Fae’s head, and her suspicions were confirmed when it filled her fist with sunlight. Was her hand glowing, or was that just imagination amplifying the feeling of heat? She rocked her hips before saying, “Do you want to practice on me? I want you to touch me so bad it burns.” It was true, and if the girl didn’t agree she may ask her to leave so it can be taken care of by herself. Hazel bit her lip again, but not before moving a hand to her lips. Knowing the poor thing was inches from her own musk illicit taught tendrils of control. It only occurred to her than that the room had reassembled itself, and the fleeting memory of floating in starry void was so vague it filled her with doubt. Had it really happened? Perhaps it was an effect of the magic to purge her head of the experience. A flare of panic snaked her heart, and she asked with desperate fervor, “You remember it right? The stars?” It felt an awkward transition of dialogue after asking her friend to get her off, but the loneliness of the keep was returning already. What if the memories all fade? What if the Librarian wins her heart, and Hazel just becomes a forgotten face in memory? She wondered if all the Fae’s experiences are magically protected to fade, and her growing complex amplified the fear. In a tiny voice, “I want you to know that none of this is expected of you.” She let her hand loosen from the girl’s locks, and it fell to the bed with a soft huff. Forcing her wish for friendship through magic’s horny haze was the hardest battle she had fought yet, “You can come see me without this too. I can be your friend.” Had she overstepped again? Is it morally grey to push someone over their own naiveness? She didn’t dare ask that question out loud.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 26-Aug-23 04:43 PM
’Oh my.’ Those words had Lärk blushing all over again although she was certain it would be hard to tell given how flush her face was already. She could feel pieces of hair sticking to her forehead from the thin sheen of sweat that was glistening in the pale light of the moon. Words were falling from the nurses lips, something about energy and being careful but truth be told Lärk was still swimming in thick warm honey pools of pleasure. Never having experienced anything like this before she didn’t know how her body would react, every fae she knew had the earth's magic flowing through them but they were also all incredibly different. “I want to practice,” Soft words from even softer lips made their way into the space between the two and before she even really knew what she was doing Lärk had managed to carefully maneuver herself to be face to face with the woman below her. She too noticed the way there seemed to be a soft glow radiating off of her wherever her new friend's hands made contact and even though it was her own magic she was briefly fascinated. Lärk let her lips hover over Hazel’s as she spoke, she could see the desperation in her eyes, she looked almost as though she was in distress. “I remember it. The stars were there, I didn’t know that you could see them too. They were beautiful weren’t they?” .
16:43
Lips once again pressed together in a soft but deep kiss, it was almost as if the fae girl didn’t know how to touch in ways that weren’t feather light. Hazel was a precious thing to her and precious things were meant to be handled in delicate ways. Hands began an exploration of soft skin leaving behind little tendrils of warmth wherever they touched. Was she planting a seed in Hazel the same way that James had planted one within her? Was that a fair thing to do? Maybe it was possible to nurture both at the same time. Curious eyes opened to find the other girls once their lips parted to suck in much needed air, timidly Lärk pushed the bottom of Hazel’s dress up so that she could run her hand over her thighs. “We’re already friends. I want to be your friend too.” She also wanted to make Hazel feel even half as good as she had made her feel. With little experience she wasn’t sure if she would be able to but still, she wanted to try. There was this strange hot need inside of her to make the other girl come undone, would they be able to connect in the same way when she did? She wanted Hazel to know the stars were real and not just some trick that she had played on her. Lärk let her fingers push the girl's panties aside and ran her fingers through the slick mess that had collected beneath. “You do feel it too..” She was almost entranced with touching her in this way, it was so much different than touching herself somehow. Searching for that sweet bundle of nerves that had made her own body lurch she knew she found it when Hazel let out a noise that would make even the sirens jealous. “Am I doing a good job?”
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Hazel BOT 26-Aug-23 05:22 PM
At first when she rose to reposition Hazel had expected her friend to leave. A mass of regret leapt from her gut, and it bubbled with sincere worry. Then the artful heap of magic muttered a phrase of practice. Immediately the nurse’s cunt spilled more desire and she brought a guiding hand up to help her reposition. Again her touch was followed by golden sparkles. They twinkled like fireflies and when they dissipated it was accompanied by a shattering split. It was without a single doubt the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. As if the Fae was a magnet for beauty she seemed to say just the perfect phrase to amplify her agency to the nurse. “When I was a girl I’d wander deep into a ravine behind my father’s estate.” She regretted using a word to imply it had been a prosperous place, but hopefully her friend’s condition made it to where it went unnoticed. “If you walked the path for a mile or so there would eventually be a grove that grew with hundreds of circled plants.” Her favorite had been the mushrooms whose giants puffs made for great meals. “I’d lay in the grass and look up at the night sky. Until now I had considered their freckled milky dots the prettiest sight in the lands.” She wondered if the Fae could feel the coming complement, “That was until you sat in front of me like that.” Hazel motions her arms toward the squatting beauty. “And that was when I changed my mind.” The entire time she had been spilling loving monologue the woman had been gliding her dress up with a fairies touch. There was supposed to be a little caboose to her statement about how she used to look at the stars and touch herself, but was to worried the admission to being attracted to nature would startle her friend.
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. Besides, that was when her sun filled fingers had decided to tickle moist cunt. To say the feeling was otherworldly would be an understatement. Immediately Hazel lurched her legs upward, and a beam of pleasure pierced her core with wrathful might. The sunshine magic of her hand wormed its way deep inside , and when her mouth parted to wail in ecstasy she could see stars in her vision. No, not little dots that suggest her mind was swirling with concussive stimuli, but real blazing stars of burning white and blue. In a blink the hallucination was over, but for a split second she had floated in space. Were they all like that? Do they twinkle with mysterious light because their surfaces are multicolored? “Holy f-“ Curses almost slipped her lips, but the girl who was electrocuting her clit with magic opened her mouth to speak.
17:23
. A good job? Her hand had been teasing for seconds and already it was better than anything she had ever done to herself. Once she sipped a tea that was being sampled by visitors. The exotic brew had shimmered with rainbow light, and afterward she had found herself stumbling flush faced to her room. For hours her own fingers teased her body, and after that had been a climax so powerful she cried. Even in the seconds leading up to her release after the strange brew no part of her body had jittered with this much ecstasy. When her mouth opened to speak a faint glow of light seeped from within, “I think you are making my insides glow, honey. I-I-.” A pitchy shift had already begun, and it caught her by so much surprise it forced her eyes shut. When she opened her lips again to try and explain how good it felt all that fell out was a lung rattling scream of soul shattering pleasure. Both her hands gripped into plush bedding, and the unraveling of her core laced her entire brain with Fae drugs. “Right there!” The pitch was nigh a wail, and then again, “Please, don’t stop!” Every hooking drag of the girls fingers stole a deep growl-like moan, and as she came her voice would shift between glassy screams and throaty growls.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 26-Aug-23 06:10 PM
Lärk kept repeating the words that Hazel had gifted her with about how she was now the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen and she pondered the idea of it that could be true. Surely there was no way that her beauty compared to that of the actual stars that the woman used to lay back and look at. Her mind's eye couldn’t help but to imagine herself there with her just like this making her sing under the stars. She found herself wanting to bottle the noises that Hazel was making now because of her so she could crack the lid open just enough to hear it whenever she pleased. A soft glow started to emanate from the other woman's skin that had Lärks eyes going wide in both surprise and delight. How was this happening? Was it actually possible that so much of her energy was being transferred into the girl below hers body? Unskilled fingers kept making the same motions that seemed to make her cry out the most and she wasn’t able to resist feeling her insides anymore. Two fingers slipped inside of her warm wet cunt and curled in the same way that had been done to her. Oh, she thought, That part feels different. It was easy to target that sweet little spot inside of Hazel once she had found it and she couldn’t help but let her own little moans of pleasure bubble their way out of her just from making her friend feel good.
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. “I won’t stop, I swear.” The feeling of Hazel's body was so addicting that she felt like she could do this all the time and never tired of it, she could bury her fingers into that silky wetness until her fingers turned pruny and she would simply switch to the other hand. As long as it meant she got to hear those pretty sounds and see her wrecked expressions it would be well worth the time spent. She could tell that she was experiencing that same body shattering feeling and she dipped down to catch her lips and swallow her glassy screams. “I want you to see it” She spoke against her lips before pressing them together once more to share in the otherworldly visions that she knew the woman wouldn't be able to see on her own. She deserved to see the second most beautiful thing to her coming from the first as she came undone.
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Hazel BOT 26-Aug-23 07:17 PM
Forehead muscles were crossed so taught they threatened to rip off her skull and flop to the floor a meaty pile. Lärk’s promise to keep going was layered with pitched copies of her voice. One of the copies sounded like singing, and the Nurse wondered if it was done on purpose. Was a spell being woven around her mind that was meant to ensnare her? If so she was going to let it happen and the thought trickled an extra kick to her climax. A second mini high had begun, and while this sparked her mind a pair of lips connected with hers. The Fae plugged her into the universe. Twirling hoops of finger rolled in her messy core, and it was connected to lacy tendrils of light being spat into her mouth. In the middle of all that magic was her poor brain. Before her glance of space had been short, but this time was entirely alien. Her and Lärk were pinned to nothing as if the bed was still there. Hazel’s eyes were closed, however the entire experience was still visible via her third eye. Every perceptible angle of the setting was fed to her soul simultaneously as if her head was a flies eye. Did the Fae live her whole life like this? Is this how gods perceive the universe? If so, she no longer felt as bad for how distant their presence seemed. Had her entire existence been simulated this way it would have popped her head in a starry squelch. Thankfully her pitiful mortal mind was only shown bits.
19:17
. Void surrounded them, but at its edge was spectacular color. A halo of real blazing plasma orbs spun around them, and in a perpendicular orbiting trail were golden rocks the size of the Keep. It was impossible. Surely things like this don’t exist in reality? The whole sight was oddly biblical, and her mind swam with images of Ophanim. How many of man’s religions were just falsified copies of magic drunken stints with forest fairies? She kept waiting for the vision to end, however something about the combination of two holes being explored by the creature had her stuck here. When she opened her eyes to look at Lärk’s face her soul visualizes the outer images as well as her eye’s. The sensation of seeing reality from multiple angles was disorienting, and that is when she realized the higher sense of herself was aware of being watched. Even though the counter spinning ring of golden rocks were inanimate Hazel could feel their prying eyes piercing their private moment. All at once it was over.
19:17
. Back in Mismire keep the two women panted inside drooling bodies of sweat. At some point the Fae had sat up, and the separation of lips must have yanked them from the space. The humans stared at her friend with wide eyes full of fear and sex-wonder. Last time she inquired the beautiful thing had said she saw everything too, but was she capable of sensing the prying eyes of whatever had spied on them? The nurse kept waiting in caution of her friend’s reaction. Her legs still trembled, and she cannot ever recall at time they had continued to do so this long. A conversation for later perhaps? A sly grin walked across her face, and she placed one of her hands upright across Lärk’s stomach. All they had done was finger fuck each other and she had been propelled to space. What would tasting each other do? Is there more magic to enhance this? Now she felt a virgin in a world of lush experience that she was jealous other’s may have called their own up until now. There was a bit of regret at pushing her friend’s heart toward James, but she steeled her own to not harbor jealousy. Shaky words left her mouth before there was time to stop them, “Will you stay with me tonight?” As she spoke a few glittery dots of gold flew from her face encased with droplets of spittle, and it made her soul satiated to know that Lärk was within her somehow.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 26-Aug-23 08:03 PM
Floating there in that elusive space with Hazel was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Even though she wasn’t the one coming undone this time it was still just as magical. She had never shared something like this with anyone else before and it felt like the strands of their very souls were coming together in some kind of sacred dance. Not quite becoming one but brushing against one another just long enough to get glimpses, to become closer. The magic was a bit overwhelming and even a touch scary for Lärk to share with somebody else. Am I even supposed to be doing this? Just as quickly as it had begun it was over and they were back in Hazel’s room trying to catch their breath. There was a look of fear in her eyes and Lärk was trying to figure out why. Had she shown her too much? Maybe it was too overwhelming to her human mind to handle and she had somehow broken something inside of her. She slipped her fingers from her still spasming cunt and instinct told her to lick the sweet nectar from them. That’s exactly what she did too, sucking them until they were no longer slick. “You really are incredible.” She said softly laying next to the girl as those same fingers came to run soothing lines up and down the outside of her thigh.
20:03
. “I would love to stay with you.” Lärk smiled at the way little flecks of souls glitter floated out of Hazel's mouth when she had asked. This would be the first night she shared a bed with someone other than her mother and she couldn’t think of anyone she would rather share the experience with. Even had they not just experienced what they did together, spending the night with Hazel seemed like it would always be a comforting experience. She could tell that something was bothering the girl still though, what had happened? Worry crept into her mind about going too far and showing too much. She had told her before Lärk ever laid hands on her in that way that she needed to be careful. Was I not careful enough? Is she afraid of me now? The only thing that eased her growing worry was the fact that she had been asked to spend the night. A butterfly soft kiss landed on Hazel's cheek as words just as soft left her lips. “Are you okay Hazel? Did I.. have I upset you?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 28-Aug-23 09:07 AM
She couldn’t help the way her mouth dropped open in awe at Lärk’s cleansing of fingers. The Fae’s face showed no hint of disgust as she did so, and the Nurse felt her heartbeat quicken at the natural attraction forming within. The fairy came to rest beside her, and the sunshine effect of her hands slowly ceased the more she drug them over skin. Even though the golden glow was no longer visible, the trailing digits continued to seep warmth into her leg long after. With her thighs still trembling from being finger stuffed full of magic she imagined a hundred ways to take advantage of Lärk’s power. Would it even be the same every time? There was not much time for her to ponder the deviant fantasies because not long after she agreed to stay. How long had it been since the Nurse had slept with another soul? There was the night several years ago she laid clasped around a wounded patron. It wasn’t technically sleeping with someone, and there had most definitely been no soft feelings of allure. The visitor was suffering an affliction of occult origin, and the main symptom was inability to stay warm. That was besides the point though, because even if she had gotten sleep that night it wouldn’t be comparable to what her and Lärk were going to share. With earnest kinship she said, “Next time you can take me to your nest.” She hoped that was the right terminology to use, and genuinely thought the soft pad of leaves and moss looked comfortable. Plus, there is something filling about sleeping in someone else’s space. Almost like a piece of them leaves with you, maybe humans have their own magic they are unaware of?
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. Energies’ current huffed about the room in a swirl, and a tension hung among them after her friend’s question. How does she tell the magic being who just tickled her soul via her cunt that she thinks a cosmic ghost was spying? Hazel turned and propped herself atop a hand so she could look straight into the Fae’s eyes. The nurse’s heart went out to the girl and she said, “No honey, you did nothing wrong.” The girl sighed while using the moment as an excuse to drag another shiny lock from her face. “Quite the opposite actually,” her lips spread into a smile, “That was something out of this world entirely.” Her face blushed up form the accidental pun. Afterword though her eyes danced a shade darker, and her face fell anxious. “Did you feel the presence watching us? It was right toward the end, it… while it seemed to originate form the golden rocks.” Like a belly up cat she clawed her hands upward to mimic the spinning tilt of the massive asteroids.
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. Hazel felt her soul still summersaulting through horny wasp’s nest, and to comfort her inner buzzing she let a hand waltz up the girl’s dress. As her arm crept upward the beautiful shimmering fabric exposed more of the Fae’s legs. It was meant to be a comforting motion and thus she let her palm stop just above her ass. Two fingers took turns massaging knots from around her spine, and even though the angle was awkward her long arms provided the length required to work out the tense flesh. It made her feel better to know even beautiful creatures felt stress. Still, Hazel felt bad for spiking their mood into the dirt. “I don’t want to scare you, I just want our kinship to be built on trust.” A tiny nod bobbed her brown hair, and a frizzy bit of it stuck straight up from static. Holding the girl felt right. The caregiver chewed on her inner lip while doing her best to exude comfort, but truth be told her own guts swirled with worry. If her mortal mind was aware of the power behind those unwelcome guests, then her imagination could only suggest what such energy hinted at.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 28-Aug-23 10:19 AM
Lärks fingers kept trailing up and down Hazel’s thigh as they laid there and exchanged hushed words. Eventually the glow from her fingers settled along with her heart but still she let them linger. She was absolutely fascinated with how soft the other girl's skin was, and she had the nerve to not think she was equally as magical. Knowing that she wouldn’t be sleeping alone on her first night being fully conscious was such a comfort to her and she felt her body relaxing into the bed. ’Next time you can take me to your nest.’ Those words had her cheeks glowing bright red as she tried to tuck her face into the pillow as if to hide. Nobody had ever said such a thing to her and she didn’t realize just how giddy it would make her feel inside. “That.. that would be lovely Hazel. I tried my best to make something that felt more like the little huts I would make all around the forest back home. I didn’t realize… well no of course it makes sense that you would have seen it when you brought me the food.” Her head shook a little from her own lack of realization but she was relieved to not be in trouble for crafting such a thing in the room of gardens. More of that same relief flooded into her blood when Hazel told her that she had done nothing wrong and moved more hair from her face. Has that always been such a comforting and sweet gesture to her? Because right now it felt like one of the most affectionate things anyone could ever do. “I was afraid that I did too much.. I don’t really have any experience with other people and I don’t really know how to control my.. Magic?” It felt so odd to be talking about out loud, especially with someone who wasn’t kin to her. .
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“I’m not sure if I felt it, I was pretty lost in everything that was happening.” Had someone somehow been watching them together in that image that she had been showing to Hazel? The thought alone terrified her so much and the only thing keeping her from spiraling was the fact that delicate hands were kneading at her back like fresh dough. “I’m trying not to be too scared but I’ve never.. I mean all of this is new to me and it is scary. Who would have been trying to watch us? And how would they watch us… in there?” Nervous eyes came back up to meet Hazel’s and Lärk could feel the fact that her friend was feeling just as nervous for reasons she wasn’t yet privy to. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 28-Aug-23 01:59 PM
Her pale face got so red it may have lit the room brighter. Not that it would surprise the nurse at this point if her blush had emitted light. Although it would seem by the way her friend rolled her mouth around the word ‘magic’ that she too was new to all of this. The concept that whatever forces were currently warming her guts were in the hands of an out of control novice was not lost on her, but it was hard to care when something so beautiful was exhaling into her face. The Fae’s breath smelled of fresh maple, and she really hoped the thing had to at least brush her hair in the morning. She considered asking, but decided jokes like that may for later on in a friendship. Hazel thumbed at her friend’s lip before saying, “You did nothing wrong.” The stern flare had been on purpose, but she hoped the smile on her face forgave the harsh tone. “My legs are still shaking, and you will probably find out that’s not always common.” Although it’s possible that when you are a literal magic sex vessel that the experience may vary. The caregiver did her best to ignore the twisting in her heart over the idea of Lärk being with someone else. It’s rather odd to emotionally swallow something when you immediately move to acceptance on the topic. Oh well, she doesn’t belong to me. Hazel hoped the pout didn’t shine through to her face.
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. Her soft sweaty throat bobbed in a nervous swallow. After a sigh, “I am not well versed in the arcane arts.” Everything felt covert all of sudden, and she lowered her voice before continuing. “There are certain things I know how to mix that only function properly after special words are spoken.” From where they lay now she could picture the silk tome tucked beside her infirmary desk that displays instructions on how to create some tinctures. Perhaps she was selling herself short by leaving out her childhood, but compared to her peers she was under qualified in the subject. “Point is, I don’t know why or even how it was being done, but I felt it.” Repressing the urge to add on how she was desperately convinced they were being watched the nurse was also worried of coming off a lunatic. The caregiver scooted closer to Lärk in an absent minded shifting of discomfort. As the warmth left her body it was being replaced with cold worry. Her mind swam with ideas and hardly any of them were pleasant. She tried to dispel the creature’s anxiety, “Look,” a calloused hand worked further up the Fae’s back in a search for knots, “We are in a well guarded place. Whatever it was likely has a higher chance to be connected to your ancestry or tribe than something malignant right?” Who was she really convincing? “Good news is this place is stuffed with leafy bits of information that can help us find out.” Hazel’s head tilted as she thought of a further tease, “Not too mention if we want to use books we will probably have to ask a certain librarian first.”
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. Before standing she booped her friend on the nose, and while moving toward a chest of drawers her nightgown fluttered like a cape. Plundering the contents of the highest cabinet she eventually came across sheets of cut cloth. After snagging a pitcher of water she retuned to the bedside table. Within hazel’s innards were twisting with concern over their conversation, and she hated how the small trip for supplies hadn’t done anything to alleviate it. Gently she placed one of the strips of fabric upon Lärk’s lap, “For cleaning yourself up?” With a blush she let her gaze dance to the girl’s thighs. In the other hand she now held a fresh glass of water which she greedily slurped from. Bless the Rector and his cold water jugs. “I only have one glass unfortunately, so may have to share.” Lärk had yet to make use of the washcloth, and Hazel’s eyes lit with mischief. “Do you need a medical professional to bathe you ma’am?” She did her best to raise an eyebrow in sly questioning.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 28-Aug-23 03:39 PM
The girl couldn't help but smile softly when a thumb came to brush across it and reassure her she had done nothing wrong. There was a lingering question on her tongue when Hazel begane to explain the elixirs that she spoke of, only a few people in Lärks village were able to make potions and magic brews and nobody else was allowed to tinker with the idea of doing so. Not that that ever stopped her from trying when she was hidden away from watching eyes in the forest, she quickly stopped when she almost singed all of her hair off though. How did she know how to do these things? Wasn't she just a human? When she moved away from her the loss was felt immediately. The feeling of another beings touch, whether it was sexual or not was something Lärk knew she would constantly crave from here on out and it could quickly become a problem. More sweet words of comfort and reassurance fell from Hazel's lips but Lärk didn't believe them for a moment. She could feel the anxiety radiating off of the other girl, along with a sadness that she couldn't quite place. It seemed to seep through whenever she spoke about James and she couldn't help but wonder if something bad had happened between them. A small nod was all the answer that she found she could muster when words of the keeps safety were spoken. At least until the teasing mention of the librarian again had her cheeks glowing pink. "Shhhhh! Just speaking about him makes my stomach feel weird." .
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When Hazel stood from the bed Lärk sat straight up as if the other girl was going to disappear. She really didn't want her to and she was thankful when she didn't leave the room, instead only moving to grab some wet rags and water. She wasn't quite sure what she meant by cleaning up, but the words were a reminder of how she had been on the way to shower when all of this came about. Eventually she would take one but she wasn't ready for anyone to see her completely exposed and she didn't want to leave Hazel's company. "Yes please I'm so thirsty." She waited for her turn to take a drink from the glass and of course as she took a relieving sip Hazel let teasing words flow from her mouth. "Y-yes please I would like that." Not only because she liked the feeling of being taken care of but also because she wasn't quite sure what Hazel meant by cleaning up. "Hazel.. is it.. I mean is it really okay for us to do these things together?" There was this weird twisty heavy feeling inside of her from having these feelings for two people and she didn't want to hurt her new friend or the librarian, if he even felt this way about her too of course. How had so much happened in a day? Suddenly a wave of crushing guilt threatened to drown her over having done this not only so soon after meeting these people but also so soon after her entire village perished. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 29-Aug-23 06:53 AM
The Fae tucked her face away in a silly display of embarrassment. It was cute, and the nurse felt a crush growing in the same way her friend described having one for the Librarian. She wanted the Fae to hide that perfect face away for feelings of her. Although she had to be honest with herself and admit that the girl was going to stay overnight. At least she will always have that. Anytime Lärk and James are seen together the nurse can rest easy knowing she got the initial taste. Although she wasn’t taking in to account if James had his own experience with her first. Maybe some things are better off just kept in the world of the unknown. Her friend hastily drank the water. A dark intrusive thought made itself known, and it was screaming about how Hazel could have spiked the drink. She had never in her entire life done anything like that, but still her heart seeped in discomfort over having the thought anyway. Just then the beautiful woman agreed to being cleaned up. No look of allure had flashed across the girl’s features, and this convinced the caregiver that the guest had no idea what she had been alluding to.
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. When Lärk started asking questions on what is allowed to be done Hazel took that moment to drop to her knees. In her hands was a freshly dampened rag, and she had made sure to squeeze any extra water into a basin. With methodical effort the woman rolled up the beautiful dress. Each additional inch of her legs exposed to the world wowed her more with perfection. Not a single inch of either of them was covered in a bruise, blemish, or mark. She had never considered herself a legs person, but the pillars of flesh in front of her were doing something. Does she even have to bathe? The question she asked herself was quickly answered when gown was pulled high enough to reveal a messy core. Her eyes flicked to Lärk, and her friends face was scarred with embarrassment. With the nonchalant hand of a healer Hazel began to clean the nectar mess away. With anyone else in the world it would have been immensely uncomfortable, but the nurse was in ample supply of that careful aura of nothingness that surrounded doctors. All she could do was hope her own blush didn’t give away how much enjoyment was gained from the act.
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. Sadness stirred around her head with pretty spoons. The Fae’s question was a good one and she replied, “Because we are women? Or are you upset we just met?” Both seemed valid after bringing them up, but nether really harmed Hazel. Unless of course her friend was implying that crushing on two individuals is cruel, but that would depend on the relationship dynamic. She continued, “I think if we are open with each other that nothing is wrong about it.” Was it manipulative to suggest she wanted to know everything? Perhaps, but it didn’t occur to her in that instant. She tucked her upper lip behind focused tongue while using gentle pressure to spread Lärk’s moist thigh gap and wipe up a slathering of girl cum. Still, the situation felt unresolved. Luckily she was done cleaning pussy now, and that helped to win back pure conversational focus. After pulling the nightgown back down Hazel disposed of the rags in a hamper before sitting next to Lärk. The woman wrapped one of her long arms around the girl’s torso and pulled her into a sideways hug. In a quieter voice she said, “I like this little gold dispensing fly a lot.” A short kiss was pecked into her friends head. Tendrils of warmth caressed the nurses’ lips as she did so. With her mouth still pressed to that same spot she said, “If you regret any of this, or start to have second feelings, we can just be normal friends okay?” Most people probably hate the post emotional breakdown of their virgin target, but Hazel felt at home building up other people’s strength.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 29-Aug-23 09:07 AM
Lärk swallowed so hard she thought her tongue might disappear when Hazel began the process of cleaning her up, it wasn't until she had pushed her thighs apart and the sticky mess made itself known again that she realized what she had meant by cleaning herself up. By then it was too late and her friend was already taking care of it. The only saving grace was that Hazel had such a comforting presence and Lärk knew she had much more experience than herself. Still though, being exposed to someone in this way made her want to hide her face. At least she wasn't the only one blushing and the only thing that kept her from squeezing her eyes shut was the fact that she wanted to keep looking at it spreading across Hazel's cheeks. "No I.. not because we're women." There had been multiple women that fell in love with each other back home. That wasn't anything new to her; she had only ever wondered how they were intimate with each other. That question was certainly answered for her now. She could feel the sadness radiating off of Hazel from her questions and she really hoped she wouldn't hold them against her. "I want to be open with you. I'm just..I guess this whole thing is a little scary for me." A soft and quiet whimper fell from her lips as Hazel ran the cool cloth over slick skin and she found herself thankful when she was done. Somehow things felt much more awkward when desire wasn't clouding her mind. .
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"I like you too Hazel.. I like you a lot." The admission had butterflies swarming in her stomach as she leaned into the awkward sideways hug. "I don't regret anything we did. It was magical getting to feel you that way. I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm just sad and confused. My whole family just died and now I'm doing this… am I a bad person?" @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 29-Aug-23 10:41 AM
It was quiet in the room save for their discussions. Occasionally rushing currents outside the Keep would make themselves known via a whooshing. Hazel did a poor job hiding her relief at the fact Lärk wasn’t scared of girls. The sigh she exhaled left her sleepy. After their brief adventure through outer space her soul was exhausted. The woman kept sucking her lip behind her teeth in a jittery motion of countering excitement. She would never forget what she had seen between the Fae’s legs, and those seeping lips would be burned into her retinas forever. Her new crush went on to explain that she was scared, and that sentiment seemed reasonable to the Nurse. A lot happened all at once. First the glimmering fly made a comment about mutual flame. She felt silly for how rushed her own feelings were. Is it a crime to ride the white rapids of your own lust? They were both consenting adults, so why was her gut turning in knots over the entire endeavor? Universal karmic correction must be a Library favorite because Lärk answered the question for her. Moron. Hazel’s own consciousness tortured her for overlooking the fairies family. Immediately she dropped the sideways hug. While turning to face her friend the nurse encased one of her hands. Her eyes kept searching a sad face until their gazes locked, and after squeezing the same clasped hand she said, “Listen to me you precious thing.” Once the attention had been claimed she cleared her throat to focus the conversional effort. It was of utmost importance this monologue was delivered without any hint of selfishness. Next she said, “You didn’t hurt my feelings, and you don’t have a god damn thing to be sorry about.” She could feel the Keep’s soul rock at her blasphemy. Fuck the gods, she thought, If they get to ruin planets in their family feuds, I can bemoan their name to make a friend feel better.
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. “You have just been through a tragedy so severe it would leave most of my kind comatose with emotion.” The nurse recalled a man who had survived the first world war, and how his eyes never returned to the room he sat in again. He would stare far off mumbling nonsense about ‘sharp whistling death.’ “Nothing about this makes you a bad person.” To clarify what this meant Hazel twirled a hand around the space they sat in. “Now, it may feel taboo because its new… and also because it can be normal to feel deflated afterword.” It was much harder to explain using sex to feel better to someone who just felt something like it for the first time. It felt like her point was getting muddled, but she kept trudging through her thoughts. “You have to guard your heart Lärk. Putting yourself out there is hard on the soul, and it can leave you scrambled when you expect it to soften your landing.” Honestly it was hard to offer advice on this when simply touching herself left Hazel guilty, but she was doing her best to build up the poor thing’s confidence. She wiped a lock of shiny hair away that was stuck to nervous sweat, “I encourage you to meditate on these feelings. God, you poor baby.” Long arms wrapped Lärk into a full embrace, and she used a hand to rub circles into the beautiful creature’s back. “So strong. So brave. I am proud of you for getting to safety.” When the nurse had lost her parents she had never slept right again. Ever since, the sight or sound of an open flame will cause her heart to threaten detonation. All she wanted to do was reinvigorate her unnamed friend’s soul. “Such a troubled golden fly.” The woman began to rock them both back and forth while doing her best to not smother the lost Fae with verbal cloth.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 29-Aug-23 11:42 AM
Lärk’s hesitant eyes met her kind friends when she told her to listen with such sweet words. Sweet words that she was unsure she would get to hear again after confessing that she felt some sort of guilt for what they had just done together. After all, she imagined it wouldn’t be the best of feelings to share your body with someone and then have them question everything that had happened. She considered herself lucky that the first person to have her in that way was someone who was so kind and understanding, Hazel really didn’t understand just how special of a creature she was. Even if she was human. The fae felt her body stiffen at the blasphemous words, nobody ever dared to speak that way of the gods around her before and it made her nervous that something terrible would happen to them because of it. The only glimmer of hope was that she was referring to different gods and that those the fae knew and loved wouldn’t reject her because of it, after all she hadn’t been the one to say it. Her pale face twisted in confusion when Hazel mentioned it being normal to feel deflated after feeling higher than the stars themselves. It didn’t make any sense to her but she supposed it must be a similar thing to when adrenaline floods your being and afterwards you’re left feeling exhausted. “These things seem so fickle and confusing.” Lärk had never had more than an innocent crush and hadn’t realized just how big and terrifying feelings could be. All in less than 24 hours she had felt more than she had in her entire life. Between grief, confusion and pleasure she didn’t even know how she was managing to hold it together. .
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She almost let tears slip from her eyes when Hazel wrapped her up in a hug that was so warm and comforting it felt like sitting fireside on a cold winter night. “You’re going to make me cry. I feel so lucky that I have a friend like you Hazel.” It didn’t matter where the girl ended up, she knew that she would never forget about her new friend and if she did end up figuring out a way to make it on her own somewhere outside of the keep she would always be sure to come and see her. Lärk let her hands come up to run through Hazel’s hair when she called a golden fly, she’d never thought flies to be very interesting creatures but something about the way Hazel said it warmed her heart. “Hazel.. What’s outside of the keep? I don’t remember anything about where I came ashore, only that I dragged myself here somehow.”
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Hazel BOT 29-Aug-23 04:03 PM
Fickle and confusing could likely be a tag line for humanity. Hazel considered herself an optimist, but she knew better than to think the greater whole of mankind as a good thing. Rocking with her friend at least helped to numb the very feelings she was describing. She had been called many titles in her life, but a good friend was not one of them. What a terrible thing to consider, and she did her best to not focus on it. “And I am just as grateful to have met you.” Her voice was smaller and less confident, but she did her best to not cry. She added, “I guess we both feel melancholic this evening.” Yes! Make her trauma about you. There was a way the creature spoke that suggested she knew her stay was finite. It would be foolish to assume she stayed long after healing, and her own sentence here was a good reminder of that. “Outside?” When was the last time she thought about leaving? Now it was Hazel’s turn to feel small and useless. The howls of the last Librarian were terrible, and this conversation had its awful wailing replaying from memory. Of course she knew what was outside, but when you will never get another chance to see it again one tries to not think about such things. “Well, you were already on the doorstep when I found you.” For such a sunny thing Lärk had been full of shivers last night. Instead of indulging her on traumatic details she instead moved along to answering the actual inquiry. “Outside the main gate is a half mile walk through English Oak. After that you will happen across a place called Mismire village.” Doing her best to skirt the conversation of not being able to leave Hazel formulated her sentences carefully. “They have a wonderful Inn that is known for its baked goods.” She almost mentioned how a few locals like to leave her treats during the warmer months, but they stopped earlier this year for an unknown reason. That was typical though, as most locals know better than to to trust the Library’s occupants. “I’ve never known
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anybody there to be of any danger, however you may find them stiff towards strangers.”
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. Her emotions rippled like oil atop a crystal pond. Why was she so upset tonight? She forced a pouty huff through her teeth in an attempt to expel some anxiety. It didn’t do much, and her next plan was to flop backwards on the bed. After that didn’t immediately fix it she jumped up to a standing position. Her nightgown fluttered in the place’s magically harnessed moonlight, and she quick walked toward a lever recessed in the wall. She turned with a quick snap and while tilting her head said, “Want to see something cool?” Long fingers clawed around the lever and began to slowly maneuver it down. It took considerable effort to mechanize the thing. It had similar feeling to whirring up a toy car, thus when it caught some momentum it was easier to move. At first nothing appeared to happen, but then a light hissing echoed within ancient stone. A rune in the ceiling pulsed visible with white-blue glow, and then after that the entire room darkened to near blackness. There was a fluff of fabric as Hazel made a memorized trip back to her bed. However she misjudged her initial return to the place by colliding with the sitting figure of Lärk. “Sorry,” she said with a giggle before returning to the original spot. The only harsh light emanated from a window across the room, and it appeared last nights storm had come back to visit with a gentle aftershock of rain. Hazel’s heart ached for the lost girl, and she risked a question that was either going to be comforting or upsetting. “Tell me something about your home.” (edited)
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 29-Aug-23 04:52 PM
The fae girl listened to Hazel's description of what lies beyond the grounds of the library as if she was telling her some magical tale. She let her eyes close as she sucked in deep relaxing breaths in her friends arms and tried to picture everything she was describing. She imagined mismire as a quaint little town, warm and welcoming as the baked goods at the inn she spoke of. It sounded like such a nice place until she mentioned that they may look down on strangers. Lärk couldn't help but to wonder if she would be welcomed or not, especially if anyone found out she was a fairy. There had been many tales told of humans driving the fae out of their own homes when they ventured into more human populations, sometimes even being driven from their own lands, just because people feared them. It has always made her sad but until now she never questioned if she would have to face that head on. Perhaps it wasn't wise to attempt setting out on her own after all. Not that she needed to figure it out this minute, she had time. "It sounds nice, you must love getting to visit, although I bet your baking is even better than anyone at the inn." Lärk had just pressed a soft kiss to Hazel's shoulder when the other girl flopped backwards onto the bed and before she had a chance to follow suit and cuddle back into her side she was springing to her feet. She seemed so full of anxious energy and Lärk was trying really hard not to manipulate her emotions and take it away. .
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"What is it?" She tilted her head curiously as Hazel pulled down on a level that revealed a rune on the ceiling that soon after snuffed the light out of the room. "H-hazel are you still there?" She could hear the fluttering of fabric and her heart settled once more when she felt the woman collide with her. She had to remind herself that not everyone would disappear into the darkness like they had the night before. She pulled her friend back into the bed and laid on her side, pressing their foreheads together. "I thought you disappeared too." She hushed out before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When she was asked about her home so many memories came flooding to the forefront of her mind at once. It was almost overwhelming having so much to remember and knowing you'll never see it again. "I lived on an island off the mainland. It was full of forests and wildlife but my favorite place was this little meadow I found in the middle of a bunch of tall pine trees. There were all these glittering yellow flowers that grew there and every night is was full of fireflies. It looked almost like the stars had come down to dance on the earth for a little while." A soft sad sigh left her lips when she imagined it and she wondered if maybe she would be able to show her friend instead of simply telling her. She focused all of her energy on doing just that and once again pressed her lips to Hazels hoping she could see even a glimpse of the beauty she was trying to explain. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 01-Sep-23 09:58 PM
Would her lips always taste of honey? Hazel tried to ignore the lustful thought, but it was impossible when the Fae seemed built for attraction. She felt bad for causing momentary panic. It was beyond rude to plunge a drowning survivor into darkness, but at least the castle’s stored moonlight helped to fill the room with natural luminescence. She was thankful for this too is it allowed her to stare into Lärk’s eyes when pressing their foreheads together. It’s hard to believe such beauty existed. All those creepy exotic collectors who peruse the library once a year made much more sense to her now. James had told her that the visitors sought out rare humanoids to whisk away back to their mysterious homeland, and that the Library offered knowledge that helped them to do so. It was guests like those that really stretched the place’s title as a Library, but it was not their job to argue with whom the Benefactors chose to do business. “I’m not going anywhere, trust me.” However her words seemed to fall on distracted ears as her friend launched into a monologue of home. An island? The nurse smiled at this information, and it somehow made sense for her to hear it. The gods couldn’t place such magnificent perfection on the mainland or else humanity would tear itself apart trying to conquer it. Already her presence here threatened the strenuous relations among inhabitants, so what would a whole tribe of the cute flys released into society do? Her description was magnificent and Hazel tried to remember if she had ever heard of a glittering yellow flower before. Of course the Keep had its own glimmering garden, but a whole meadow full of them sounded unimaginable.
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. Before she got any time to share this thought Lärk mashed their lips together. The sensation of being in two places at once was growing more comfortable to her, but it was still jarring to have your soul sent across the world in the time it takes to kiss someone. Somehow she knew that this place had taken less distance to travel than the starry skies from earlier. It was warmer than Mismire, but the recognizable roll of waves crashing the beach was audible in the distance. The Fae was beside her in this place too, but Hazel’s perspective was looking down at them cuddled in the grass. So that’s what I look like making out with someone. She wondered if Lärk even knew the experience was out of body like this. It also took focus to not touch herself while watching themselves kiss in the tall grass. Tall green blades of plant life cushioned the two where they lay, and the Nurse caught a gasp in her mouth when she brought her gaze upward. Surrounding them was a shimmering floating ocean of gold. Droplets of white and yellow would flicker in the distance. She had never seen a firefly much less thousands of them in one place. If her spirit could smile it would, and again she felt blessed to be near a creature so beautiful. Even the place she comes from is perfect.
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. Just as quickly they were back in Mismire Keep, and unlike last time she was sad for the vision to end. Taking a deep breath after their lips separated Hazel could still smell the field’s piney odor, and her skin tingled from being charged with so much magic in one evening. “Your going to get me addicted to that.” Her words were slurred like a boozing whore, and with how many dirty thoughts she had this evening she may as well have been one. At some point while locked in their previous swapping of spit the nurse’s hand had wandered to Lärk’s breast, and its swollen nipple was lightly pinched between finger and fabric. Hazel dropped the tit with a startled gasp, and while blushing vermillion said, “I didn’t even notice I had done that!” Oh gods, that only sounds worse, she thought while losing the blush to a replacing paling of embarrassment. “I-I… Oh please just shut me up.* The woman rolled over with a whirl and buried her face into blanket. Her voice was muffled as she said, “Your magic makes me feel so silly.” She hoped her friend didn’t know silly meant horny and confused.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 02-Sep-23 09:52 AM
“You’re cute.” Lärk said with a soft giggle when Hazel claimed she was going to get addicted to the way she could get little glimpses inside of her mind. “I’ll show you anytime you’d like.” It was a promise she wouldn’t be able to keep if it was requested of her too often but Hazel didn’t seem like the selfish type so she didn’t think about it too much. When she noticed that her friend's hand had traveled up to pinch a nipple between her fingers she couldn’t help but blush. Before she could let the other girl know that it was okay though she had already rolled away in the rush of her own embarrassment. Does she even know how cute she is? Lärk couldn’t help but wonder. The girl laying next to her had seemed so calm and composed when she’d first met her and now, well, she just seemed like a bubbly lovesick puppy. Lärk tucked herself flush against her back and let her arm drape over her before pulling her in tight. “You have to promise me you’ll tell me if it’s ever too much. I don’t really have experience with humans.. Especially romantic experience and I don’t want to hurt you.” A soft kiss was pressed to an equally soft shoulder before she let her head rest on the pillow with a sigh. She’d never been so content not being in her own bed but sharing each other's warmth was like a little bit of magic in its own right. “And for the record I don’t want to shut you up. I like talking to you, and hearing all the things you say.” She wanted to add on that Hazel felt like the first real friend she’d ever had but something about that felt so pathetic to say. .
09:53
As much as Lärk had wanted to even back home she struggled to make friends. She had always been better at befriending animals and being alone than she had been at interacting with the other fae. It wasn’t for lack of trying, and she did have a couple of people she considered friends but none of them felt like Hazel did. There was just this instant connection with her that she couldn’t explain, and it wasn’t just because her fingers had danced where nobody else's ever had either. “Hazel.. Do you think that even if I leave the keep we’ll still stay friends?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 05-Sep-23 08:35 PM
Perhaps Hazel should have been more earnest in her worry of addiction, because when Lärk offered it anytime it lit an excited flame underneath her heart. While the contents of her blood organ bubbled away she imagined all the places not visited in years. Would her magic fly be able to take her back to a long sold childhood home? Three stories of legendary oak and marble that was supposed to be a birthright. Was a birthright, until the Benefactor’s robbed her of it. Silently a prayer of forgiveness was cast. I’m sorry, I feel off center tonight. How could you feel stable when your soul had just been cast across the vastness of space in a cute sexual roadtrip? There was barely any time for her plans of lip locked teleportation to settle before the thing laid behind her. Gods, her arms are so light. Had her eyes not watched light limbs encase her then their presence would be completely unknown. A teeny shred of paranoia over magic’s unseen side effects seeped into the sleepover’s hazy horny fog. What if the forces behind the amazing evening were also wrapping her being up with unseen tendrils of harm? Perhaps she should visit the Librarian for relevant literature. So many things she wanted to research since the arrival of Lärk.
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. It was cute how the fairy thought herself capable of harm. Unless her spell book contained an unknown twirling curse then she highly doubted the vessel able to hurt. Although just because she is light doesn’t mean much. The Fae had brought them on a cosmic adventure, so maybe these petal soft arms are capable of murder. Had the gulp in her throat been audible? When the admission of enjoying her rambling was shared it spawned a field of goosebumps. The wave of raised flesh tickled past upper neck and down into her shoulders. The spot where Lärk’s lips had graced her earlier pulsed with sun-like warmth. Afterword everywhere the sensation had touched was replaced with a flush hotter than her face had been during climax. Did her words mix with the magic? Did the spell ride upon the very sound? Honestly Hazel was thankful for the lull of happiness the final question brought. Had she been allowed to keep building joy from reflecting pleasure she may have popped. A couple responses tickled her mouth, but she allowed the inquiry to roll around a tired head before saying anything. “The only bad emotion I have in relation to your question is selfish sadness you would ever leave.” This conversation would be much easier to have if the caregiver could just explain her imprisonment. Was it blasphemy to imply the Keep is a jail? A pit in her stomach was enough of an answer, and she already knew tomorrow was going to be lots of holy chanting and incense. Her previous sentence still hung heavy, and thus what she said next came out hot and rushed. “But yes I would hold you in a special place of my mind forever. Tonight has been full of experience I won’t forget even after death.” She smiled at the thought of reaching heaven with lustful thoughts of sex in space. (edited)
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. It still didn’t feel like enough, and she believed the girl deserved more comfort. “The only thing I ask is that you come back to visit me occasionally.” Her soul found the task of honesty easier when facing away from Lärk. More of her thoughts spilled over the bed’s edge and out into the dark sea of bedroom. “Part of me fears that if you never came back to visit that I’d start to doubt even myself of this evening’s encounter.” Guilt seeped up at her manipulation. Truthfully all the words hadn’t even properly answered the original question, but maybe the Nurse just didn’t have the guts to say ‘no.’
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 06-Sep-23 09:55 AM
There seemed to be a lasting silence that would have made Lärk nervous if she weren’t starting to feel so heavy and exhausted from the day. Not only had it been a long and confusing one but she had also used more energy than she likely ever had before, not only with her magic but with completely falling apart on her friends fingers. Finally Hazel spoke again and it was with such honesty that it made the girl smile, she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to figure out a way to make it on her own if she did leave but knowing she would be missed so much made the idea of staying seem much more appealing. Would she even be allowed to? She didn’t want to assume that her welcome here wasn’t on a time limit. “I wouldn’t ever be able to forget about you either Hazel. And I’m going to live for a long long time.” There was a ‘hopefully’ lingering on her tongue but it felt too sad to say it out loud. Lärk found it strange that Hazel worded her one request in that way, as if she wouldn’t also be able to come and visit if she found herself a new home someday. It made her sad to think that she wouldn’t ever be able to share her own space with someone so special but she didn’t want to ask about it right now and ruin the mood that was still making the room feel hazy and happy. “Of course I would come to visit you.” Another soft kiss planted itself against her shoulder before soft words were spoken. “Tonight made me feel more alive than anything ever has before Hazel. I promise it was real.” It made her heart ache to think that she would ever doubt that in her mind and she told herself then and there that no matter what happened she would make sure she could see Hazel still. .
09:55
Not wanting the moment to be tainted with her own sadness she thought of something happier to offer up instead. “Hey did you mean it when you said you wanted to spend the night with me in my um nest that I made?” It still felt so foreign coming from her own lips calling it that but it did make sense to her and it’s definitely what it looked like. She didn’t want to disturb too much of the gardens so she hadn’t made a full blown fairy hideaway but maybe once she had been there a bit longer she would slowly move things to make it more complete. Especially if she was going to be there for a long time. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 06-Sep-23 04:10 PM
Having your short life span pointed out was a new feeling to the tired woman. She knew better than to assume the comment was charged with malice, but it still made her rather sad to imagine dying first. A firefly filled field and an orbiting trail of magic comets would be the subject of her dreams forever. While she withers away will the Fae still smile with perfect youth? Why did it hurt so much to imagine dying ancient and rotten while your friend lives in forever? Lärk was sweet to imply otherwise, but lack of confidence told Hazel that someday she would be a distant flickering memory to the beautiful creature. Hundreds of years is a long time to make better memories. She chose to keep the spiraling concern to herself, and an exuded comfort by her embracing partner helped to ease the ache in her chest. Well at least there would be visits. Pretending every day that tomorrow could bring a love filled playdate may help to keep her chin up. For once the mysterious beautiful guests that come to stay would be for her. Stupid librarian and his fancy robes. Her silent pout shot across the dark room like a whistling arrow. Unfortunately no one was there to catch it save for the prying eyes of the Keep. It was easier to not be grouchy when the kiss on her shoulder lit her insides up with an unfilled warmth. “If you keep pressing your lips to me I’m going to get all worked up!” It sounded so whiney and desperate when she said it aloud. Originally she had meant it to be a tease, but now her core begged for the fantasy to become true. Rolling her eyes Hazel spun around to face the girl. Peering out into void had begun to scare her, and their new position felt much more secure. Shining marbles glinted in charged moonlight, and while Lärk inquired about the nest Hazel let her lips rest on a pointy nose. “Mmm.” A cooing note was buzzed into that same crinkled cartilage. After sitting back just enough to free the Fae of tickling torture, “Oh I *definitely meant it.”
16:11
. It had been much too long since Hazel had visited the garden, and initially upon stepping in the smells overwhelmed her. A plate of steaming food had its odor overcome by a floral punch to the face. Occasionally a strong blast of citrus would win out over even the flowers, but slowly her head adjusted to the new scents. Crunching over a path of soft grass and moss the caregiver found herself in front of a twirling mass of bedded down sticks. This had been before their night of fun, and thus her emotions were still cemented in crush-like attraction and not lust. However a humid energy clung to the newly arranged space, and it took focused effort to not roll about in the private nest. After what they had just shared she regretted not taking advantage of the privacy. “After you sleep in it a few times it will smell of your sweat.” Hazel propped herself upon an elbow to offer her lips a closer place to Lärk’s ear. While whispering she said, “And after you practice making yourself sing I bet it will be soaked with other things too.” Subconsciously the woman bit her lip while falling back to the original spot. If it wasn’t taboo to sneak around at night she would recommend they make way for it now. How many places could Hazel fuck the cute girl inside of before the Librarian got any? She heavily enjoyed the prospect of getting to her first in every space. “Tomorrow.” Perhaps her tone had been a bit too commanding, but she was beginning to realize the little creature liked being bossed, or at least she thought so. A sly crescent crossed her lips while sharing the next bit, “Consider it paying me back for the lessons, hm?”
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 06-Sep-23 04:59 PM
When Hazel rolled over Lärk tugged herself even closer, their chests were almost touching and she loved the way that she could feel her breathing. It was such a soothing rhythm and she wished that she could feel it all the time. Her nose crinkled up like a bunny when soft lips were pressed against it and it made her cheeks heat up in a blush. Was she going to feel this way every time Hazel touched her now? It was as if this piece of her had woken up and now it was never going to sleep again. She hoped at least someday it wouldn't feel like such ravenous hunger. "Okay good. I was hoping you had meant it." When her friend propped herself up on her elbow Lärk thought maybe she had somehow done something wrong or that Hazel thought he sweat was gross and regretted what she had said but then she leaned in closer and spoke words that had a shiver running up her spine and a soft whimper falling from her lips. Was she going to think about her touching herself? Judging by her words she already was. She wasn't quite sure why but the thought of Hazel in this very bed touching herself to the thought of her doing the same in the garden was making it hard to think straight. She really wished that there was a way she could see it and the thought caught her so off guard she buried her face against Hazel's chest. "You can't just say things like that." She whined, feeling her entire body heat with embarrassment. .
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"Tomorrow sounds perfect." She mumbled, still buried in her friend's nightgown. Nerves were already starting to build inside her at the prospect of sharing the space. She had never shared with anyone before and all sorts of new worries flooded her mind. What if she didn't think it was comfortable? What if she hated the entire thing? What if she thought it was weird? She tried to focus on right now and save the growing worries for the next day, telling herself she would make sure it was as comfortable as possible before Hazel came. "Maybe we can make sure some of you soaks into it too." She finally picked her head back up and tangled herself together with her friend. "I like feeling you breathe." She hushed out, finding it funny how she could be so hungry and so soft for Hazel at the same time. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 08-Sep-23 11:01 PM
The tall woman laughed with a rich sound. Even the midnight void surrounding their bed-island receded a moment at the noise. She hadn’t expected Lärk to react so bashfully. Of course the blushes and stammering had become a normal, but outright hiding her face was adorable. Hazel’s chest cooked a happy heart pie when the Fae’s face met it with a huff of fabric. It felt like her heartbeat was fluttering faster than a hummingbird’s wings, and an oozing spread of gross warmth seeped outward into her body. While her hand slipped around to cup at her friend’s back she said, “I can say whatever I want. Not only am I your caregiver, but this is also my bedroom.” Her scarred hand rose and twirled a tiny circle as if anything was visible right now. Cute how the little thing found courage to flirt after calling Hazel out for it. It worked too, and her legs pressed together with a hot slide. Ego wanted her to say that was left over from last time, but they had just wiped themselves clean. “With your sunshine head cuddled to me like this I won’t even need blankets.” By now the crawling heat had reached her fingertips, and already she missed the sensation upon her cunt. I need to go to bed.
23:01
. Up until now she had mentally referred to the girl as a fairy. To her untrained eye the label seemed to fit. Right now her hand was inches way from where the wings should be, but she was unable to locate the courage required to touch them. Did they make a noise when they moved? Judging by how they were lighter than air she somehow doubted it, but if they did the sound would probably make her into a mess. Focus! A small amount of time had passed since either had said anything, and the lost seconds were hazy with late evening exhaustion. Falling asleep with her chest full of synthetic sunshine sounded rather pleasant all things considered. Hazel leaned forward to rest her lips upon the girl’s head. When she spoke her voice was scratchy from lack of energy, “You are so warm. So beautiful. I’d die to be reborn as beautiful as you.” For comedic effect she let the sentence hang before finishing, “But I suppose I’ll settle for best friend with benefits.” Let the poor girls brain chew on that. Although their position was cozy it still threatened to cause some aching in the morning. Slowly the nurse rocked her weight until her center of mass left shoulders and shifted to back. Her body was still canted toward Lärk, but this angle was much more natural to lay in. Gravity lulled the sex drunk Fae into a pillowed position atop the nurses chest. With every breath her friend’s pretty head would rise and fall, and she swallowed nervously hoping it wasn’t annoying to be moving. From where they lay both their legs knotted together like tangled book ribbons. “Make me your nest tonight my perfect patient.” It felt too good to say. Unholy exhaustion waged a war to pull her eye lids closed, but her mind hated the prospect of losing out on experiences. Never in her life had it been so easy to waltz into sleep, but one thing was still tugging her mind.
23:02
. They had just met. Sure, their bodies had shared a beautiful flight across space, but it was way too early to ask her origin. Magic is a secret, and a dangerous one at that. Every single staff of the Library knew what old words in the right order can do. Knowledge is powerful, especially so the secrets of your own soul. Manners told her to just let the weight of her eyes lull her into an infinite sleep. Honestly in the end she decided to ask anyway, but that was before nature won the battle to yank her unconscious. Turns out that Fae body magic can knock you out in seconds after making you cum so hard your legs ache. (edited)
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 09-Sep-23 01:22 PM
Moving with Hazel was as easy as moving with water, it felt natural for her body to just follow what her’s did until they were both comfortably tangled together so close that it almost felt like they were one being. Could she feel how happy she made her? A point was made to remember to figure out more of her own magic so she knew how it would affect those around her. It seemed to be much stronger on humans than it was on fellow fae and it made her nervous. At least Hazel seemed to be enjoying it for now. A soft and sleepy laugh floated off of Lärks lips when Hazel mentioned not needing blankets. They must differ greatly in temperature too because she was thinking that she could definitely curl up under the blanket right now. Being a little chilly was definitely worth staying cuddled up on Hazel’s chest though. “Your words make me feel all fuzzy inside.” She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her chest where she was resting and sighed. It was easy to pretend that everything was okay for the moment, maybe Hazel would keep away the nightmares of loved ones that had passed visiting. .
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“You are beautiful Hazel. And you’re warm too. I want to be friends forever.” Truth be told she wanted to be much more than friends but even being new to all of this somehow it felt like it was much too soon to say that. She felt it nonetheless. “Thank you for letting me stay with you tonight. I didn’t realize how much I didn’t want to be alone.” Sleep was creeping into her bones and making her feel heavy and light all at the same time. There was a strong urge to fight against it but there was just something about being cozied up with another person like this that she had never felt before, it was an all encompassing comfort. “You’re the perfect nest Hazel.” Another soft smile painted itself onto her face until she could no longer fight sleep and the corner of her mouth relaxed again. A few things were running through her mind as she fell asleep but the most pressing; What was tomorrow going to bring? @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 09-Sep-23 02:53 PM
Hazel didn’t dream. To some this may seem sad or even anticlimactic after their evening, but to her it was a welcome gift. Instead of a typical night spent fleeing from a fire filled house that murdered her entire family, instead the girl was blessed with an evening of pure sleep. Her body drank the universe’s offering like a mystical honey dew, and if there had been a plate the rest was served on that same soul would have licked the platter clean. Even her fingertips remained still and refused their typical fidgeting dance. Sore shoulders gleefully accepted a long repair, and it wasn’t until natural sunlight dispelled their ceiling moonlight rune that the Nurse’s eyes finally opened again. Lärk was still curled against her side, and the small girl’s face was peacefully locked away in sleep. In the morning her legs always raced with nervous energy to swing out of bed. Typically a jolt of energy was welcome first thing, but today it fought against her desire to stay sewn to her gorgeous bug. Even while asleep the beautiful creature breathed so fast it was concerning. The folds of her gown creased and spread in quick succession as if a resting puppy lay beneath it. With her entire being the woman wished to remain in bed to watch it naturally wake, but the Keep wouldn’t care if she used the friend as an excuse. There were meals that needed to be cooked, errands to be ran, and most importantly a pair of eyes she wanted to see more than any other.
14:53
. At that she brought a stiff arm up to thumb at the lying thing’s lip. As her eyes fluttered open Hazel’s face would stretch into a wide grin, and with a scratchy voice said, “The moon has left her gift of a sun blessed morning. Rise with me friend and let’s make way for a new day.” It was a half butchering of her favorite morning prayer, but she would dare not say that it was supposed to be saved for lovers. Her consciousness kindly reminded her it was meant for married couples, but the fairy didn’t need to know such things. A faint musk hung in the air from the sweet mixing of both their nightly sweats. Immediately the groggy woman’s core lit into a raging inferno. She actually gasped at the intense desire, and the arousal assaulted her body so powerfully that for a moment she feared it was audible. Nonesense, she thought while pressing her legs tight enough to spasm a cramp in her hip. If any more force was added between her legs the leaking sex running from within may compress into a horny gem.
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. After swallowing she added, “I have many things to attend to in the morning. You are more than welcome to shadow me, or go find something else to fill up your pretty head.” A small part of her regretted the offer of splitting up only because it meant the Librarian may get a chance at her. However this new relationship of theirs was delicate, and any quick movements could scare away her naive friend. Even now desire was demanding Hazel ask the girl to relieve her of the fire in her gut. Glimpses of kisses in space and hands in her cunt replayed in her memory like fireworks above a fuel depot. “Besides, if we don’t get out of bed then we may tangle ourselves together again.” It may have been too vague a proposition for somebody so new to sharing ecstasy, but it did toss the ball into her friends court. A small pang of guilt rang inside her for pushing a trauma victim so hard, but she also knew magic slightly responsible for how hard her clit was throbbing right now. Her head fell back to the bed with a whiff, and a blood red blush grew across her face with a forest fire’s pace. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 10-Sep-23 07:21 PM
Sleep had come easily to the pair but it was anything but peaceful for Lärk. Nightmares of all of her kin sinking beneath waves plagued her. The sounds of their screams and gurgles were still so fresh that one would think it was happening all over again. Did humans dream this vividly as well? She felt as if the cold saltwater was still trying to swallow her up too, and could feel it trying to fill up her lungs. At some point there was a gentle squeeze of arms around her and it was only then that the nightmares slowly melted away. Replacing them were images of Hazel laying beside her in a field of flowers, the ones from her homeland, and sounds of sweet honeyed laughter. Maybe Hazel really was the magic one after all. Lärk probably could have slept for several more hours tucked right there into her human nests side but as luck would have it Hazel seemed to be an early riser. The feeling of soft thumb against her lip had her eyes fluttering open and the sleepy smile that painted itself onto her face couldn't be helped. It was much too early but Hazel was worth seeing in the glow of morning light. "I think you're the sun to my moon Hazel." Sweet words deserved sweet words back, she had never heard the ones her friend gifted her with strung together in that way but she committed it to memory. It was beautiful. The little gasp that Hazel let out startled her for just a moment before her body easily relaxed again, still hazy with sleep. .
19:22
"Oh I would love to join you if you don't mind.. I could certainly use a shower first though." Everything still felt sticky from the night before and she never had gotten around to taking one, funny how that was what she had originally sought Hazel out for. She didn't much care for the idea of trying to find something else to fill her time, not when she could stick by the one companion she truly had right now. "I would stay tangled up with you all day if we could. You make me feel so comfortable and warm and.. fuzzy." It seemed like a good word to explain the soft but buzzy feeling running through her as she pressed a soft kiss to Hazel's blushing cheek. "You look beautiful in the morning sun. You always look beautiful but you glow in the morning." Now her own cheeks were feeling warmer than normal and that buzzing was turning into a burning. "Maybe.. you could join me in the shower? I still don't know how it works a-and if you have the time before your chores.." Her words came out quiet and nervous, they had been together in a way she'd never experienced last night but it was dark and her dress had remained on the entire time. She really wanted to be able to show her new friend everything about her but the idea was terrifying. It wasn't often a human laid eyes on fae wings and left them attached. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 10-Sep-23 08:18 PM
The little fairy's words didn’t land with the softness of their delivery. What she said was a powerful mix of song to the ears of someone who worships the heavenly masses. Someday the two may spin with the same twisting turns as the moon and sun itself. Already their souls seemed to revolve with a magnetized churn. Her friend’s excited chittering about joining her morning routine only sped up the desire for Hazel to get moving. In all her years at the keep not a single mornings duties had been performed even a second late. Not her first week, not her sickest month, and not even when her leg had been split with a magical bolt of arcane static. Twenty minutes in the wrong place would threaten to derail her entire day. This very fact made it impossible to change her routine without dooming her perfect streak. That’s why when it struck her to agree with such little thought it set off alarm bells that something else may be going on. Too bad Hazel was a sucker for flattery. Her entire face lit into a shiny smile at the girl’s complement. “Always beautiful?” She let the mocking words hang between them. Next she said, “For such a virgin to loving sweet, you sure do know how to make me sweat with charming lips.” Quite honestly none of the Nurse’s past lovers had succeed in making her heart pull like it did now. Each thumping beat drummed her chest with enough force that it felt like air was moving behind her neck. Is this healthy? She only held onto the thought long enough for a few more squeezing pulses of blood to circulate. (edited)
20:18
. Then Lärk distracted her with a perfect morning plan. Sweet moon’s cycles. She felt as if her mind had hardly kept itself together after swimming in magic fuckery last night. How would her mortal coil handle being completely exposed to her naked catch? Hopefully it would just turn her into a shiny pile of girl cum that ran into a drain. If she got lucky the Fae would slurp her off the floor so they can spend a few more hours sloshing around together. I’m gross, she thought with an inward huff. Next she said, “Of course I have time. Nothing sounds like more fun then teaching you more ways to get you wet.” With that she poked the cute thing’s nose before flinging herself out of bed. If they stayed wrapped up like that then there is chance that nothing would get done. Her own evaporated arousal reminded her that a bath was definitely in order anyway. Some embarrassment piled up over rushing through hygiene. It wasn’t like she typically ignored it, just that promises of space sex round two made it hard to focus. She thinks I am gross. Its over.
20:19
. Before long she had gathered towels from her cabinets, and stole a few bottles of personal perfume she wanted to share with Lärk. Let that be a message to James that Hazel got her claws in deeper. He may have touched her first, but the doctor got her scent into the thing. So full of excitement to teach Lärk the beautiful bathing room she practically drag her through the cold Keep’s belly. No one would be up this early, and she took advantage of her morning persona to hastily rush their destination. If they passed the odd doorway that morning it was lost to Hazel, as her rested mind was already swirling with cute ideas. “Do you like bubbles? There is a leaver for soaps that will fill the entire space with colorful ones. Oh! And the taps will remember your favorite choices and dispense them for you.” Eventually they came across the proper doors, and she pushed them forward with a groaning squeak. Hundreds of gleaming piped apparatus protruded from a luxurious throne of brass, and before there was any time to process Lärk was being leashed deeper within.
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 11-Sep-23 11:12 AM
Lärk felt her cheeks heat up when Hazel answered her invitation to join her in the shower in such a manner, did she actually mean it the way that it had sounded? This whole romance and sexual attraction thing was a lot harder to figure out that she thought it would be. She knew it was likely all in her head but every time her friend's skin made contact with her own it felt like little jolts of static magic. She wanted more than anything to make Hazel see that she possessed her own special kind of magic, after all there’s many kinds of magic. Who’s to say that making someone feel invisible creatures fluttering around in their stomachs isn’t one of them? “You make me blush a lot.” A soft smile made its way to her lips as she watched Hazel gather shower supplies. Lärk found herself wanting to craft another special dress just to watch her float around in it like this. A giggle bubbled out of her chest when she was practically dragged through the hallways to the bathroom, it was sweet and endearing seeing a person this excited about something as seemingly mundane as a shower. It helped to calm her nerves about actually being naked in front of somebody for the first time, at least momentarily. “I love bubbles!” The excitement was contagious and it only grew when they stepped into the room and the sight of it left her awestruck. She had no idea that a room full of pipes could be so beautiful. The metal was so shiny that as Hazel dragged her further into the room she could see her own reflection staring back at her. This place must be even more magical than she had originally thought. .
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“Hazel this is.. This is incredible. It’s so big.” It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, almost all of her daily bathing was done in a nearby hot spring or in the cool waters of the forest waterfalls on the hotter days. This was something truly special and her friend being her company made it that much more memorable. When they had reached their destination and Hazel stopped tugging her along she felt that nervous energy bubbling inside again. How was she actually supposed to expose herself to someone else like this? There was this strange shame that was growing at the same time, it couldn’t really be okay to do this so soon after losing everything could it? An internal battle was raging between feeling like she was letting her loved ones down and knowing that they would want her to find happiness and she only hoped it wasn’t obvious that she was struggling with all of this. More than anything she didn’t want to lose her newfound budding romance. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 11-Sep-23 12:36 PM
The tall woman skipped across a wide hall with practiced grace. Every stone beneath them was polished to a perfect smoothness, and even the grout glimmered with bits of precious metal. An impossible number of shining pipes ended with curved faucets, and their varied ends all pointed directly into a magnificent basin. The quarry cut rock was fantastically white, and its carefully carved innards held various steps so a person of any size could comfortably rest their head above water. Hazel stood at one end of the room, and after hanging their towels from some dangling pipework she twisted several knobs to a memorized degree. There was no squeezing of pressurized liquid, and the mouths of the faucets didn’t even choke before delivering a fountain of crystal clear water. The room was filled with an aroma of hot spring water, minerals, and most importantly unseen godly imprint. After a quick glance satisfied her everything was functioning normally the woman turned a final dial which frothed the running taps with soap. Each spitting valve impacted the huge bathtub with rippling spots of rainbow color. A frothing mass of suds began to build on the bottom, and the scent of pine needles, pinecones, and spring air filled the space. Hazel crossed back to where Lärk stood, and with gentle hands took up her friend’ fingertips. Their simple touch filled the nurse’s heart with lead, and combined with the Fae’s sullen look gave her a good idea of what emotions stewed within. “Poor rainbow fly.” She let her finger fall across the girl’s face, and her own look twisted up in empathy. Her throat had to push with extra effort to be audible over crashing water, “I picked a spring mix of soaps to remind you of home.” There was no way to get an exact scent without researching the locale of her homeland, but she hoped her friend saw the purpose within.
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Her shiny eyes rose to lock with a broken creature. “Come on friend, let me gift you smiles.” Hazel’s bottom lip fell open in subconscious lust as her finger’s fell to grip wrinkled night gown. She peeled her own nighttime garment off with a glazing smoothness only natural beauty can manage. After the dress passed her head her face reemerged with a fire hot blush. Its scorching inferno blossomed red all the way down into her chest, and the heat behind her neck burned fierce. Turning away she grabbed one of the Fae’s hands so she could drag her by the fingertips. With deliberate sultriness they walked into the knee high water. A soapy ocean of frothing bath was still rising around both slender figures, and Lärk’s new dress began to soak full of suds. When the nurse spun around her breathing had accelerated into quick gasps, and in between puffs she said, “Take it off if you want, but let me help you relax first.” Hazel dipped to her knees. When they rested against the tub it hurt less than initially expected, and a silent prayer of thanks went up for godly craftsmanship. May the heaven hands that smoothed this tub get an extra day’s rest for allowing me access to this sweet thing’s cunt. Her lowered position offered quick access to legs, and she propped one of them up upon a raised step. Sliding underneath her soaking nightgown felt like stepping into a personal sex shower. Being surrounded by perfumes made the leaking hole in her face stand out much more. The aroma filled her head, and she planted both her lips around a swelling clit. After that she wrapped both arms up behind the Fae’s thighs, and used new leverage to lock their lips together with a squelch lost to sounds of filling tub. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 11-Sep-23 01:18 PM
The smell of fresh spring mineral water invaded Lärks senses so strongly and it worked to both ease and increase the ache inside of her all at the same time. How did a place like this manage to have water that smelled so similarly to the springs at home? The idea that maybe they weren’t as special or unique as she thought they were sent another pang of hurt through her chest. When the scented suds joined the water there was a feeling of familiarity to it that she was thankful for. It made her bones feel less heavy even though her heart still hurt. There was clearly effort being made into making her feel comforted and she couldn’t be more grateful for it. Fingertips connected and Lärk could tell by the look on Hazel's precious face that she could feel her pain and immediately she felt guilty. Here was this sweet person who was doing everything in their power to make her feel better and all she could do was pity herself. “Thank you Hazel.. You truly are a kind soul.” She managed a small smile when more of Hazel’s sweet words floated into the sweet pine air, how could one person be so selfless and kind? She truly thought that the nurse deserved the world. Lärk swallowed thickly when she started to pull her nightgown over her head and every inch of new skin that was revealed to her fanned at the blazing inferno in her core. By the time the garment was completely off she was practically dripping sweet fairy nectar down her thighs. .
13:19
Once again fingertips met fingertips and she was being led into the water still in her dress and all. She could feel the added weight from the water soaking into the bottom of it but all she could focus on was her sweet friend making her way beneath it. “Hazel what are you doing down there?” She was acutely aware of the mess that was beneath that dress and the embarrassment of her being so close to it was making her own face and neck bright red. Before she heard an answer she felt one when soft lips closed around the newly discovered bundle of nerves that made her see stars the night before. “Hazel~!” The cry of her name echoed off of the pipes and smooth stone of the room and if it weren’t for deceivingly strong arms wrapping around the backs of her thighs she may have lost her balance and fallen into the water completely from the way her knees buckled. “Oh gods that’s-” Her words melted into a high pitched breathy noise when the girl hiding in her dress ran a hot tongue over her clit. Suddenly feeling much more brave and also far too constricted in the dress she worked to drag the wet heavy fabric over her head. Her pale skin was complemented by the different shining metals and the white stone beneath them and even in the enclosed space the wings pressed to her back shimmered brilliantly. Only a couple days had felt like such a long time to have them concealed and the feeling of the air against them made her shiver. Peering down at her friend tongue deep in her cunt once again had her knees buckling and she threaded her fingers into Hazel’s hair to try to steady herself this time. “Hazel I can't, I'm going to fall.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 11-Sep-23 06:24 PM
Of all the pouring faucets she chose one between pale legs. She had a hard time keeping pace when the dress rose around her, and Hazel kept her eyes closed until the garment was plopped to the side with a soaking squelch. When her eyes opened a fountain of lust drizzled from an aching core. Sadly it was lost in the growing pool of water. Despite her best efforts, rubbing slick legs together beneath foamy bath water doesn't relieve budding desire. Lärk was beyond beautiful. Is it possible to cum from just the sight of someone? A tingling flourish of fuck-joy sprinted from leaking cunt to sweaty forehead. Possessed by magic lust her eyes fluttered through the tiny orgasm, and that was before she saw the wings. They were barely peeking around a splendid frame, but their flower soft florescence was evident in the shiny bath reflections. Hazel wanted to reach up and touch the peering tips. Nothing in her entire life, no surface, fabric, or material within the keep had ever looked so beautiful. Primality within her brain knew the things to be other worldly, beyond value, perhaps priceless to even the gods. Just the little bit shimmered with infinite greens and dark purples. Impossibly thin spider-like veins of pulsing aether rivered throughout them in constantly changing pathways. It was magnificent, and it was only an inch.
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. She hadn’t realized her desperate hole slurping had stopped. How long had she been staring slack jawed? After a swallow, “My awes and wails….” The sentence trailed off as a magic drunk brain struggled for words. Don’t touch them. It may seem obvious that reaching up to grasp at perfect softness in the form of wet wings is rude, but it’s very difficult to ignore such urges when under a deep love spell. Multiple times the nurse had to remind herself not to play with the fuzzy things. Are they even fuzzy? The memory of her own touch about the dazzling surface faded more by the hour. Is that a protection? Are there naturally developed defenses when you are a magical creature? With strong arms only a lifetime of work provide Hazel lifted the small girl by her wrapping leg grip. Setting her on the side of gleaming tub left leaking pussy at head height. Casually the nurse set both of Lark’s legs over her shoulders as if this was the most normal of operations. “No river. No gleaming bit of granite, and especially no stupid human have ever displayed such heavenly perfection.” Is sacrilege and sin worth flirting? Her mouth opened before reason could decide, “Not even the gleaming surface of mother’s moon wrenches crystal tears so pure as you.” Gods, I am too cheesy for love. Instead of talking herself out of the situation she used her friends new tub side seat to dive deeper. This time it wasn’t just her lips assaulting, but a hectic combination of fingers and tongue. Last night had been about slowly inching her rainbow fly to ecstasy’s edge. Let this morning be about yanking her over that cliff with lustful weights attached to kicking ankles.
18:25
. History told her the girl was going to pull away at the practiced pussy assault, thus strong arms wrapped her back to hold winged prize in place. Countless winters had been spent imagining this exact spectacle. Hazel had drained liters of girl cum down this very tub’s drain imagining a guest sitting on the edge. Only the god’s knew how many fantasies had been about women. Thus her mouth and digits expertly played cunt harp. Cum for me. Of course her Fae couldn’t hear it, but something told her their universal connection meant the command reached her body somehow. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 11-Sep-23 10:26 PM
It was so hard for Lärk not to let her wings flutter when Hazel had so openly complimented her, there was a look of absolute awe in her friends eyes when she had looked down at her and she wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or a bad thing that the consumption of her had stopped. Her question was quickly answered as Hazel set her on the edge of the tub as if she were made of glass. How was it that someone could treat you like they were a ravenous wolf and at the same time as if you were made of precious porcelain? She wasn’t sure but she knew Hazel was capable of it. Each and every word that dripped from Hazel’s lips had the blush on Lärk’s cheeks spreading further and further until it was painting her chest and ears the same pretty shade of pink. “Hazel~” Her voice came out whinier than she had meant for it too and that just made her blush even deeper. Her skin felt hot and not just from the water. Was this what it felt like to be falling in love? Or was it just the effects of lust making her feel that way? “Your words are far too kind, I couldn’t possibly compare to the moon.” Even if she didn’t feel worthy of the compliments they still affected her body the same and by now her cunt was dripping sweet juices onto the polished tub. .
22:26
“I want-” But her words were quickly cut off when the girl who was at face level with her cunt dove back in for seconds. This was nothing like the slow and gentle touches of before as her fingers curled into a spot inside of her that had her crying out without a chance in hell of holding it back. The sensation that was building inside of her this time was coming on so fast and it felt different somehow. It was a smoldering fire and pressure that started off low and worked its way up and up until it felt like she could barely breathe around it. “Hazel! Hazel!” Pale legs wrapped around her back to pull her even closer and the sounds of lips and fingers on pussy were audible even over the tub now. She was absolutely soaked, at least she knew Hazel was good for keeping her word. She had promised to show her more ways to get wet after all. .
22:26
Much quicker than the night before Lärk felt an imminent release incoming, her moans and whines had gone up in pitch and gotten shorter and shorter quickly becoming a series of lewd ‘ah~ ah~ ah’s~’ that she was certain someone else would be able to hear if they were anywhere nearby. “Hazel it’s- I’m- I’m- it’s gonna happen again.” The last word cracked in a pathetic manner as her body came undone and cum gushed onto her friends tongue and fingers. Her thighs were quivering on smooth shoulders, and her wings seemed to glow as they shuddered from the pleasure. There was a soft fluttering noise coming from the movement of them but Lärk had no control over it at this point, even damaged they still fluttered just the same. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 12-Sep-23 08:10 PM
Oh, but she did compare to the moon. Bringing gifts in the night, carrying a phantom allure, but more importantly being the most beautiful heavenly creature Hazel has ever laid eyes on. These were all aspects of mother moon, and all were qualities of her rainbow fly. She would open her mouth to argue, but that would mean stopping this plunging assault of virgin pussy. Had a cock really never been inside here? If lust had not already ripped her mind from reason the fact it was untouched being such a turn on would have disappointed her. However magic’s nectar sank her wisdom beneath a deep river of forest desire. Nose deep in her cunt while slowing sinking into a physical bath only heightened the feeling of drowning in desire. Hazel’s eyes opened to only pale pelvis, and just as her aching jaw began to seize up the Fae started to sing of orgasm. Another colorful wave of dancing sparks lit her insides brighter than a full day’s glare. It lasted only a second, but the pulsing mini ecstasy was a powerful feeling, and pushing her friend over the edge quickly brought repeated slams of fireworking lust. Was it her budding love? Did the creature’s sex-magic have the effect of tickling her own cunt with ghostly touch? She’d drink this waning stranger dry if it kept vibrating her soul with flicks of joy. Especially when deceivingly strong legs wrapped her head in a cocoon of smooth flesh.
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. Hazel made a promise to never tell Lärk what an orgasm is called, because listening to her inner vocabulary try and come up with its own term is adorable beyond measure. Eventually she let the slick mess slop from her mouth, and when it did she swallowed a mouth full of space candy. It tasted of fruits crossed with tart sweat and musk. When she sat up the roaring sound of rushing tub water seemed deafening. Their bath had passed the overflow, and her friend’s legs lazily floated on either side of Hazel’s head. With a wave of her hand and a flick of fingers in specific orderings every tap stopped pouring water at once. Hot liquid ran down each side of her face and long neck. The nurse knew it wasn’t water, and she would wear the mask of pleasure with joy. “Hopefully that helps you wake up.” When she stood popping suds drizzled her body in a sinking dress of soap. Hazel tried to not let her eyes crawl the magnificent figure in order to not fill her with unfound embarrassment. “Come Rainbow fly, join me in earth’s warmth and scrub yourself of yesterday’s filth.” @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 12-Sep-23 09:53 PM
The high once again felt like nothing she had ever felt before and she once again found herself thinking that it would be easy to get addicted to this feeling. Behind her eyes images of pure bliss played on a loop, they didn’t even necessarily have any meaning and some of them were only flashes of pretty colored skies or the stars twinkling at night. Why was it always nature she saw when she fell apart like this? At least it was, until her eyes fluttered with another strong wave of ecstasy and her new friend's face and naked body were all she could see. A desperate overstimulated whimper fell from her lips right before Hazel pulled away. It’s like she knew exactly what she was doing. How much to give and when it was too much, she was perfect. Lärk was still panting with the effort it was taking to try and catch her breath when Hazel made the water stop, she hadn’t even realized that it was starting to overflow. Seeing her dripping with a layer of bubbles and watching more and more of her bare skin get revealed once again had Lärk swallowing hard as she nodded and moved further into the water. It was a slow process and she felt her cheeks heat up when she had to finally spread her wings open to keep them from getting too wet. They would dry but they had taken so much damage from the sea that she didn’t want to soak them all over again. There was a visible tear in one of them and the end was frayed like a well loved woven blanket. It hurt when she tried to flutter them more purposefully in a way that had her yelping in pain. .
21:53
“U-um are you- do you want me to- I feel like I should do the same for you.” She was desperately trying to keep the attention off of the glittering iridescence on her back and would much rather get her first taste of a woman than have to answer any difficult questions. She didn’t expect Hazel to ask questions that another fae would at first but after seeing how much magic was within these walls she might know much more than she originally thought. What if she asked why her wings were mostly black instead of white or green like everyone else? Or worse yet what if she tried to figure out what they would be worth to someone else. Her head shook slightly trying to dispel her own untrusting thoughts. Hazel would never hurt me.
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Hazel BOT 14-Sep-23 08:34 PM
If watching a beautiful figure strip their clothes is arousing, then witnessing a Fae spread its wings is a step beyond. They had barely parted to flutter, and yet it was enough to stumble Hazel. Buffeting blasts of arcane attraction ruined her body with their assault. Simultaneously filled with dripping arousal and intense coveting jealousy she stared in awe. Tear them off and horde them away for herself was an alien threat that dominated her psyche. There was a powerful aura to their presence, and it felt holy levels of naked to be exposed to them. After swallowing the Nurse forced her eyes to reconnect with Lärk. She had stammered a sentence out about reciprocation, but the display of amazing beauty seemed more than enough payback. With their discussion previously the last thing she expected was to be blessed such a sight. .
20:35
Sloshing water and popping suds were the only noises besides her friend’s brief cries of pain. The nurse stepped forward with a reactionary movement of aide that sent rippling waves traveling about the large pool. She stopped just as quick, and the tall woman stomped her foot in frustration. All she wished to do was help, and yet she had no learned way to do so. “You continually surprise my humble soul with your intense presence Rainbow Fly.” One of Hazel’s arms rose to capture a Lärk limb. With ginger care she brought the hand underneath rolling soap. Beneath the bath and out of sight her hand was brought to a stop just above heated core. Her lower belly buckled from tickling touch, and her other hand came to securely cup the Fae’s still. Strong knees tempted to buckle with desire, and her entire back pulsed with gripping squeezes of lust. Leaning forward they shared a passionate back and forth kiss. In between Lärk’s whimpers Hazel would squeeze her hands with calming presses of care. After their lips parted she could feel her clit pulsing with intimate hunger. “Please, touch me.” So airy and quiet the words had been spoken that they hardly floated passed her lips. After that she pushed the bundle of digits further down to guide a curling hand into moist cunt. When she moaned so loud it made her blush the look was accompanied by a crazy smile. Finally Hazel crashed their lips together in a forceful press of flesh, and this time she worked overtime to suck a honey flavored tongue from virgin mouth. The wings changed everything, Fuck the Librarian, she belongs to me. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 15-Sep-23 09:35 AM
“I-.” Lärk didn’t know how to respond to her at first, what was she supposed to say to that? She didn’t want her presence to be too overwhelming for anyone but she couldn’t change who or even more importantly what she was. “You make me feel so special, Hazel.” A soft hand came to take hers once more and she happily accepted and let herself be guided. Even just resting the hand above where she had touched her the night before had her heart racing faster than its normal pace and she desperately wanted to feel it again. Soft lips came to press against her own and it had her whimpering softly into the small space between them. Was this always going to feel so magical? She really wanted to find out, even if that meant kissing Hazel like this until she turned back into stardust. ’Please, touch me.’ Hearing those words float off of such perfect lips had her own core throbbing with need again and when her hand was guided down to warm slipper cunt she let out a moan of her own. “You’re so warm.” Was all Lärk managed to get out before their lips crashed together in something much more powerful than before. The desperate pressing and sucking of lips mixed so perfectly into the chorus of moans that were falling from both of their lips and Lärk found herself thinking that this was her new favorite song. “I want to taste.” The words were panted out as Lärk started to push Hazel back towards that same edge she had been perched upon when she had drunk her like the sweetest of nectars. When the back of her knees met the lower ledge Lärk helped to guide her down so that she was seated on the edge and with the eagerness of someone tasting candy for the first time she closed her lips around wet soapy clit. .
09:36
“You’re so sweet” Lärk mumbled, not wanting to fully take her lips and tongue away as she experimentally sucked and licked at the throbbing thing under her tongue. The taste alone had her wings vibrating and fluttering softly with strong arousal of her own. Once she had found a steady rhythm of dragging her tongue over it just right she brought two fingers up to push inside of the dripping thing just below and curled her fingers inside until she felt that sweet spot. The way that Hazel’s arousal dripped down her fingers and coated her palm told her that she was probably doing a good job, but still she kept her eyes up on her friends just to watch the way she reacted to every little thing. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 16-Sep-23 02:12 AM
Truthfully she felt beyond warmth. Supernovas of desire rocked her body like a cosmic storm. The insides of her being chipped away in smoldering flutters. When the girl’s timid hand dipped to explore her body deeper, she couldn’t help the singing, “Yes~,” that floated off pursing lips. Her exclamation had been yelped without any particular meaning, and instead was an ecstatic cry of releasing tension. It wouldn’t have taken long for her to have her insides unwound via Lärk’s exploratory hand, but she seemed to have other plans in mind. Hazel was thankful for this as if her friend had forced her knees into a horny buckle she may have chosen to choke on suds instead of ruining her own climax. Being commanded backwards by trusting hand had her leaking more desire into the bath. How much of the frothing basin would be made up of their rivering magic by hour’s end? Personally Hazel didn’t care if it turned out to be all of it, just as long they got to keep toying with each other. Too bad all humorous dialogue was sucked out her clit and into amateur lips. Well the being claimed to be new to the act, but her perfect assault of pulsing sex had her suspicions growing. Up until now her only noises had been gasping inhales, but when summer fingers plunged deep into hungry hole her hips bucked to the sound of her own moaning. “Mother moon’s M-mer-mercy!” Her heels locked behind Lärk’s head, and nothing short of an earthquake splitting their Castle in twain would separate their guided steering of souls. One of her hands was being used to prop herself upward, but the other quickly found root in impossibly warm sunny locks. Hazel’s eyes were piercing fires of desire that burned straight through the Fae. Had they been physical the power behind their looks would likely have boiled their bath away. “Mix us into a fucking stew and let us roil together.” At the curses her face lit into a crazy smile, and behind the toothy grin came nervous laughter. .
02:13
She came undone with such pathetic authenticity that even mystical virgins could be amused. Never in her life had ecstasy found her so quickly, and the orgasm rocked the Nurses body with brutal efficiency. Bony heels dug deep into Lärk’s back in an unconscious effort to keep their bodies locked. Combined with a grip of pearly white sunshine the Fae was forced to endure every violent shudder of the lonely woman’s body. At the height of her pleasure the caregiver’s gaze had danced towards fluttering wings. Swirling kaleidoscopes of impossible colors dominated her vision in the cresting moments. The Fae’s mouth and fingers were a grown machine of perfectly patterned pleasure. They electrocuted her body with forgotten feeling. So powerful was magic’s ruination of her pussy that she had forgotten to breathe, thus her peak of pleasure was totally silent. Unfortunately this also resulted in her limb body collapsing backwards to the stone floor with a gentle thump. With godlike luck her own propping arm had broken her head’s fall. A waterlogged and cum dripping Hazel laid splayed like a fallen angel. Her face was scarlet peace, and her mind was awash with heaven’s easel. It was scary ecstasy given life in mortal coil, and her cunt fried on absolute orgasm. Her legs still lazily floated in the water, but her very vessel drowned in overstimulation. The entire experience was unknown to kings, unknown to even some gods. Gods who looked on with peak jealousy. Gods who own magic libraries. @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 17-Sep-23 12:27 PM
Each and every one of Hazel's reactions was like a drug for the fairy. Every moan and whimper and sharp inhale that left her friends lips made her heart pump faster and faster and she found herself reaching her free hand down to thrum over her own clit just to relieve some of the already freshly built tension. Her own moans and hums vibrated against the girl above her and when she finally came apart Lärk followed right along with her. It took a focused effort to keep pumping her fingers and lapping up the sweet nectar her friend had gifted her and the only thing that helped was the vice grip of legs at her back and fingers tangled in hair. It was borderline painful and would probably leave bruises in the delicate flesh but she didn’t care, all that mattered right now was Hazel. .
12:28
When Lärk saw her fall back at first she assumed she had simply chosen to do so but then her friend grew quiet and panic immediately flooded her system. Her head popped up from in between legs comically fast as she crawled up onto the ledge to make sure Hazel was okay. “Hazel! Hazel are you alright?” A careful ear pressed to her chest to make sure the most precious organ was still pumping away and a sigh of relief seemed to echo off of the walls when she heard it hammering away. Knowing that her friend was still here with her soothed her panic slightly and she sat up to push damp hair off of Hazel’s forehead. “You are so special to me…” The word friend almost came next but it already felt so strange to call her something so.. Simple. “Is it possible to fall in love overnight Hazel? Because you make my heart sing so many new melodies.” The only thing that made her brave enough to question it out loud was the current state her friend was in and she almost felt guilty about it. “Wake up angel, the day is still young and we have much to do.” The new words left her lips as she dripped water from the bath over exposed stomach and between the valley of breasts. At least she knew she had done a good job at returning the favor. @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 21-Sep-23 09:23 PM
It was like being asleep while also rowing a huge dreaming raft. Drifting in dimensional direction unknown to sleeping gods Hazel’s soul floated in aether. This wasn’t a typical reaction to being eaten out by a magical creature, but more a magical overdose of an untainted mind. Magic is like any other drug or elixir in that a tolerance can be built given time and effort. The more one opens their eye to the prospect of its invasion the easier it becomes for your body to soak with its essence. Hazel’s being wasn’t just soaked with this presence, but also her very soul was bogged in the influence. So many prying jealous eyes of unseen beings intruded in on their peaceful moment that for a few seconds the poor woman’s mind was fractured into nothingness. Fortunately having your core being ripped apart and scattered over the universe is actually quite a pleasing experience. Funny how the body can adapt to even cosmic horrors with simple evolutionary ease. Some being of greater force must have noticed its mistake as phantom fingers worked to stuff shredded Hazel bits back into a vessel. With fluttering lashes her eyes lazily opened to a world of water and Fae. Most of what her friend had said fell upon deaf ears, but the bits about having much to do poked through. One of her hands rose to cup at a concerned cheek, “Only thing on my list of stuff to do today is you, rainbow fly.” Just the simple image of her wings was enough to fill her belly with swimming bits of pleasure. It almost pushed her mind back into the void of magical overdose, but the quivering shake of post ecstasy in her thighs kept a drunk mind grounded in this reality. .
21:24
It took a few moments, but eventually the Nurse sat up and let herself fall back into the tub, but not before stealing a kissing of girl lips from her newfound lover. Tongue and mouth made a good reminder that their feelings spread beyond those of simple lust. The massive basin overflowed more gallons of wasted water that trickled down hidden drains into who knows what god’s gullet. Their sloshing pool of bathwater was a warm blanket of comfort over her sore and sex drained body. It’s not fair that a being simple as her get to share such sweet moments with a creature of far away mysticism. Tilting her head back allowed half wet locks to dip fully into the bubble filled tub. After working a few fingers of the substance into a lather about her head, the woman motioned with a welcoming arm toward her friend. “We can’t just fill the Keep’s tub with our cum, at the very least we owe this place our proper bath.” Although that would also mean losing direct sight of the perfect creature beneath rolling suds. “Come here and stand with me so I don’t forget the imprint of your shape, you glimmering beauty.” Lärk sparkled with brilliance, and Hazel had to keep averting her gaze to stop her breath from accelerating at the angelic sight. “You wear the red hot gloss of post sex heat in your face like mother moon might wear a reflective coat of father sun’s rays.” Blushing at her own complement the girl splashed at her friend in an outburst of silly energy. “Don’t keep me standing alone over here, else I may pass out again looking at you.” @killahxkylie
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Lärk Lunáris BOT 23-Sep-23 03:37 PM
A soft smile made its way onto Lärks face when that wet hand came up to cup her cheek. There was an immense sense of immediate relief that flooded her system from knowing that she was okay. It honestly would have been incredibly awkward to have to go and find help and explain themselves. “I believe you already did me, Hazel.” She said with a soft laugh. Her legs still didn’t feel like they wouldn’t give out underneath her and she was sure if she was touched again right now she would melt right into the bathwater. The kiss they shared was both hot and sweet and her eyes remained closed for a few extra moments when it was over. Being here and being with Hazel made the pain of survivors' guilt bearable in some way. Maybe it was because she didn't feel completely alone. Lärk watched as her friend backed back up into the tub and dipped her head back into the sudsy water. Now that her wings weren't held flat against her back it was even more obvious when she was intrigued or excited by something by the way the top tips would vibrate and the entire wing would occasionally flutter. Had Hazel not seemed so fascinated by them she may even be embarrassed by their behavior. "Okay okay I'm coming!" She laughed something like a melody and made her way into the water with the other girl. "You make me blush more than anything ever has before, Hazel. You're so… poetic." Another soft smile graced her lips as she dipped her own head back into the water to start lathering up her hair. "Are you going to get into trouble for spending so much time with me?" @bonghitsforfeds
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Hazel BOT 09-Oct-23 11:36 PM
Poetic? The beautiful woman couldn’t ever remember being gifted a compliment so pure. Perhaps it was just because the sweet blessing was fluttering from the lips of a walking goddess. Currently the bathing woman’s mind was alit with sparkling delight over the fact her friend’s wing tips flapped when happy. At first she considered just letting it go, but after ringing some sudsy water out her willpower faltered. “Its beyond adorable how you dance them like that when smiley, newfriend.” It was hard to not be full of buzzing elation when surrounded by perfect smells, sights, and sounds. The flies next question caught her off guard. “Trouble?” Her head dipped to splash a dash of liquid into their wide shared bath. Would the gods care if she had a morning of good feeling? “My service to this place has been nearly perfect.” The statement was honest enough she would feel safe saying it to to their heavenly faces. “If I am to be punished for what we did this morning then my skills may be better suited elsewhere.” If the rector could only hear her now. How would he feel about such blasphemy being spoken in a pool filled by their might? Maybe it had been a step too far, but her love for this washed up girl would not be hidden. Now it was time to clean her body, but that was an easier task since the basin was constantly refiling. Hanging sponges offered a good tool for scrubbing, and she made sure to float one over toward Lärk before continuing. “We can’t spend the entire night and morning slacking off every day, but if you like this as much as I do then maybe we can work into each other’s routine?” Hazel had dipped her hips when asking this, but the action had been hidden by sloshing water. Was this a time for admittance? Who cares, any day could be our last. “You know, recognized couples within the community get a party thrown for their pairing.” @killahxkylie
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