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abraxaslogs2021-12-09 12:33 pm
nadine_he_loves) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-12-09 12:33 pm
Open December Catchall
WHO: Nadine and OPEN
WHAT: Horizon and Nott catchall for the month
WHEN: December
WHERE: Nott and The Horizon
WARNINGS: Will add as needed!
Nott
When not working - and with the weather turning, she's working more hours - Nadine can be found in the common room of the inn with a warm drink and a book, or at the lake's edge with a basket and heavy boots and cloak, gathering ingredients for the herbalist she works for, or behind the inn practicing with her fire magic. And of course she can be found at Nan Maeda's Tonics and Tinctures, the herbalist healer's shop where she's found employment. She mostly collects and prepares ingredients for her elderly employer, but she's learning and that's as important as the money.
Horizon
With the coming of the cold months, Nadine's domain reflects the season. Gone are the autumn leaves and the blue skies, snow covering the little slice of New England town that she's created for herself. The sky is overcast and white string lights and garlands have begun appearing. There's a towering Christmas tree in the square in front of the white wooden church, and the shop windows have old fashioned holiday displays in them. It bears a striking resemblance to something Norman Rockwell would have painted.
Nadine herself is often in the square, at the gazebo by the skeletal carousel, or in her own little cottage at the edge of 'town'. Easily identified as hers, as it's the only home with a shoveled walk and puffs of smoke coming out of the chimney. Sometimes the smell of baking or sound of music wafts out...
(Specific starters in comments, hit me up if you'd like one!)
WHAT: Horizon and Nott catchall for the month
WHEN: December
WHERE: Nott and The Horizon
WARNINGS: Will add as needed!
Nott
When not working - and with the weather turning, she's working more hours - Nadine can be found in the common room of the inn with a warm drink and a book, or at the lake's edge with a basket and heavy boots and cloak, gathering ingredients for the herbalist she works for, or behind the inn practicing with her fire magic. And of course she can be found at Nan Maeda's Tonics and Tinctures, the herbalist healer's shop where she's found employment. She mostly collects and prepares ingredients for her elderly employer, but she's learning and that's as important as the money.
Horizon
With the coming of the cold months, Nadine's domain reflects the season. Gone are the autumn leaves and the blue skies, snow covering the little slice of New England town that she's created for herself. The sky is overcast and white string lights and garlands have begun appearing. There's a towering Christmas tree in the square in front of the white wooden church, and the shop windows have old fashioned holiday displays in them. It bears a striking resemblance to something Norman Rockwell would have painted.
Nadine herself is often in the square, at the gazebo by the skeletal carousel, or in her own little cottage at the edge of 'town'. Easily identified as hers, as it's the only home with a shoveled walk and puffs of smoke coming out of the chimney. Sometimes the smell of baking or sound of music wafts out...
(Specific starters in comments, hit me up if you'd like one!)
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[Everything she's doing, really. Watching her explore (all right, his eyes are closed, but feeling it) is absolutely lovely. No longer do her hands hesitate, her words no longer so soft.
She had a point, though. This is better, in some ways, without the herbs. This is her as she is. Unfettered.
It is getting harder. His fingers tangle with one another tighter, nails biting in.] You're doing wonderfully. I promise. That direction? A very good one. [He shifts his hips, inviting.] Yes, right. Down there.
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Keeping in the spirit of things, she leaves her hands out of it. They go to the fur on either side of Jaskier's hips, to steady herself. Her hair moves along his skin and she doesn't shake it back, letting it fall around her face and across his body.
It's funny, how little shifts in dynamic can change an act so much. Going down on Harold had always been a distasteful chore - that luckily never took long. With Flagg it was just one small bit of a greater experience that defies comparison, there was very little thought or consideration given. Right now, there's a little surge of that power she's glimpsed here and there between the sheets.
She looks up through her fall of hair and meets his eyes as she begins, taking the head of his cock between her lips without hesitation.]
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It only grows tighter as she moves down his body. He opens his eyes, lifts his head, to watch all of that white hair sliding intimately down his skin, all the brighter than it's the direct opposite of the dark curls of his chest, down his groin, leading her to her. Ah. Destination.
Or, well. He's hoping it is, but he gave her control, and she can do with it what she wills, whether it's his satisfaction or only a tease.
Jaskier does sigh, though, a shudder running through him, as lips fall around him. At the sight of her face, taking what she wants. Fuck. How could a man not absolutely love the look of it?
His head falls back, her name far too close to a groan. It's taking everything in him not to reach for her hair. He won't lose. Yet.]
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How long can he hold out?
She works her mouth down him and back up, no teeth in use here, just lips and the flat of her tongue. She knows she's good at this, not that it's exactly rocket science. But there's a skill involved, in knowing just the right places to press her tongue and tighten her lips.
And still she watches him through the veil of her hair, enjoying the way his face moves in pleasure and how he says her name.]