seasonsrpg | Catchall

[ The place where Hlasoh arranged for them to meet resembles an old-fashioned little Viennese coffeehouse. There are a few outdoor tables, and a few musicians playing music on strings and an accordion.

Hlasoh arrived just slightly beforehand, and rises to greet Venus as she approached. She's dressed casually, which for Hlasoh still means crisp and elegant, without a trace of wrinkles. She's wearing a blazer and leggings over a colorful blouse. Her smile reaches her cat-like eyes as she looks at her. ]

Venus? It's lovely to meet you.

Edited 2023-04-24 00:21 (UTC)

[ Hlasoh meets the emperor of roses at a wine bar in Blossomcrown. It only feels right, given the woman's chosen title, that they should drink with the scent of flowers in the air.

She's dressed a bit more provocatively than she might during the day, in a dress that comes up above her knee and sheer stockings. Her tattooed forearms are clearly visible, swirls of azure and stylized flowers. They crawl down from her collar, into her plunging neckline.

She's sipping from a glass of red wine. ]

Thank you for joining me, Saber. It's a lovely night.

[ saber's dressed herself in a well-fitted white blouse with bell sleeves and a layered skirt, black over red ruffles. further down, crimson stockings reach partway up her thighs, and black mary janes click as she approaches. the heels don't do much to enhance her apparent height—she's small, hlasoh—but she's practiced at walking in them, at the least.

she hums thoughtfully at the greeting, nodding once as she takes a seat. there's something faintly imperious in her tone when she finally speaks, under a sultry amusement. wine-slicked steel. at the least, it belies her somewhat delicate appearance. ]

Indeed, it is. Though I find it pales in comparison to you here and now. [ she starts skimming a wine menu, before furrowing her brow and setting it aside. ]

I scarcely recognize any of what they have here... I suppose I'll order a flight. How are you finding yours, Hlasoh?

[ Hlasoh does not gawk, but neither does she bother to keep the spark of attraction out of her gaze. With the heels, she's more or less the same height as Saber, and her build is slight, but well proportioned. ]

"How the empyrean lights weep, bereft their lustrous daughter." [ She's not above quoting poetry at a girl, especially not one so beautiful and interesting as Saber. No, she does not have quite the same haughtiness or open sensuality, but it's easy to see that Hlasoh is proud, sharp-witted, and graceful. She chuckles sympathetically. ]

Oh, I'm the same. I cannot hope to fathom the diverse draughts and subtle terroir of this land. This one is quite good though. Would you care for a sip?

A woman after my own heart. [ saber offers her a smile, leaning forward and resting her chin atop folded hands. ] It belongs firmly to another, I'm afraid, but you're welcome to do your best. I do so enjoy adulation.

[ and there's no reason the two of them can't enjoy themselves.

still, she nods, slightly extending a hand. don't make her do the work, hlasoh. idly, she presses the button to call a server to the table. ]

Gladly.

Oh, that's just as well. [ She finds herself perking up at Saber's body language, ever so slightly. She's a bit annoyed at herself for being reeled in so easily, but what can she do? She's interesting. ] I'm not quite yet interested in seeking out long term partners, much less in a universe metaphysically distant from my own. But pleasant companionship with a beautiful, refined woman is quite welcome.

[ She offers the wine glass, delivering it to Saber's grasp. ]

Do tell me what you think.

So they weren't lying about those butterflies...hey, think they're really strong enough to carry us?

[It made for quite the magical sight, all the colours of those huge butterflies' wings dancing amidst the trees, flickering with each passing breeze. Each one sending a flurry of petals billowing into the air with each beat.

This sort of thing being completely out in the open...was normal, in this world, wasn't it?

But each little miracle like this wasn't lost on Eva, insignificant as oversized butterflies with the strength to carry people was, compared to everything else. Perhaps, it was to be expected for one who studied magic so closely to overly analyse this, too- she certainly did not want to give her Father and his occult nonsense credit for any insight she had on the matter.

...Enough thinking. After watching the butterflies for a few moments, she turned to her companion. This was not someone she could get a read on too easily, but she had a comfortably familiar, elegant demeanour about her... Either way, if this was the sort of traditional lady that Eva herself was expected to grow into, she instinctively did not expect too much.

It was a small blessing that the hostility that she treated the women around her with as an adult had yet to fully take root, but the weight of society and her family's views had started to sit heavy on her shoulders.]

You're here for the quest as well, right? Eva Ushiromiya, good to meet you.

[Remembering her manners, she gave a little bow.]

[ Even for Hlasoh, who has trained extensively to work with otherworldly beings as a witch, who has traveled the stars, the sight of those enormous beasts gracefully gliding through the air is a breathtaking one.

She offers a small smile to the young girl who arrived shortly after her. There's not much she can tell about her quite yet. Her eyes are alert and restless. There's an impatience to her, just barely suppressed under carefully trained manners. It reminds her a little of herself, when she'd been younger, but then, she'd been a little more cool and withdrawn. ]

I am fairly confident that they are.

[ She bows in return, but not as low. She is her elder, though by the standards of her own society where people can live past two centuries, only just. She doesn't really consider the formalities so important, but they're drilled into her, a part of who she is and perhaps always will be. ]

Life, happiness, and health. I am Hlasoh sat Kerhet a'Rhen. It is a pleasure to meet you under such a gentle sun and cool breeze. Yes, I am here for that quest as well.

[Yes, she certainly was disarmingly polite, even down to that graceful smile- and the nag in her mind that this was the sort of daughter her father expected her to be continued to gnaw at her. It felt complicated and unpleasant, but...well. She had to put those feelings aside if they were going to get anything done, right?]

Right. Good. It sounds like the monsters here won't be a problem if they're carrying us, so you won't have to worry too much.

[...She'd soon learn that she was being unfairly dismissive of the other's abilities. But thankfully, the awe of the nearest butterfly with deep gold and red colouration to it's wings, soon distracted her. Now that it had landed, it looked even larger to how it did in the air.]

...They really are something else, huh?

[ Hlasoh learned quite directly how important it was to cultivate the right persona. An orphan from the slums adopted into a large and powerful noble house, she didn't really have anybody that she could count on aside from her new mother. She was an embarrassment and a threat to most of them, and most everybody else in the elite world she found herself in. She had to adapt. She had to work twice as hard. She had to be charming and witty and strong.

So yes, she is elegant. She's also sarcastic and bitter and sometimes very cold. But she knows the importance of cooperation, and making positive impressions when she can. ]

Yes, that should save us a lot of trouble. Did you really come all this way alone?

[ Well, sometimes her personality can get the better of her. Eva isn't the only one who can be dismissive. But she just continues on, watching the enormous beast. It looks like a dream come to life. ]

Yes. I wonder how they came to be so friendly towards humans? They must be highly intelligent.

[Eva had tendencies toward callousness- once that would only worsen as she got older, if she kept going this way. It didn't help that she had so few women in her life she could use as role-models. She couldn't say she held much warmth toward her Mother, and who did that leave? The servants?

Well, that aside, at the question there was a little huff.]

Well, yes, of course I did.

[...By extension, that meant Hlasoh had as well, didn't she? That was a bit of information that didn't quite fit with the image she gave, and it was one that intrigued Eva. At the very least, she was paying more attention now.]

They must be, if they're this friendly and know exactly how to help us... so long as they're smart enough to tell if anyone's got ill will toward them too, anyway.

[She certainly had no intention of hurting them, but if the creatures were that trusting, that left them open to being hurt.]

[ Who can afford not to have a little callousness? There are things Hlasoh has learned to harden herself to. She's had a better relationship with the servants at least, but she is a member of the Goetic Circle, and her proximity to the military and imperial intelligence have involved her in deeds she's not proud of. Who can live without hardening herself?

She simply arches a brow at the revelation that the girl hiked alone to the forest. It's a dangerous journey, especially for a child, but she does not say as much. She doesn't think that a willful young woman like her would appreciate it. ]

I don’t know if it’s anything too romantic, though. They likely know that their safety is guaranteed by the city.

[ She puts her hand on the downy fur sprouting from the insectile chitin. The butterfly lowers it's head so she can get on, but she stays on the ground for now. ]

That's mutualism. Two organisms benefiting each other. So long as we hold up our end, they'll do theirs.

[She noticed the arch of her eyebrow, gearing herself up ready to try and prove she was capable of it- but thankfully, that did not prove necessary.

As the butterfly lowered its head, Eva reached forward to pet it, eyes going wide in fascination. The barbs in her attitude had, for a time, withdrawn themselves. Somehow, until then, she hadn't been sure that it would really let them ride.]

...that's fair. I suppose that's important too.

[Less said on her Father's business practices, the better. On the subject of her old man, though...that sense of wonder more fitting for a child her age seemed to have come back into her voice.]

For all Father's occult ramblings, I never really thought I'd see anything like this... seriously, he'd be so obnoxious if he knew this sort of world was out there somewhere.

[ When Eva talks about her father, Hlasoh's memories flash back to all those adults of the Rhen clan, some with exotic and fanciful hobbies and obsessions, eccentric individualists whose free spirits were made possible by the shackles of the masses. She was never entirely fond of those sorts, though if they were obsessed enough, they tended to do make less problems than the more worldly ones. Most of them looked down on her either way. ]

For the zoology, or the magic? Or... everything? I have seen flying animals this large, but never so close up before.

...Both, really. Mostly the magic. He's got a bit of a fixation with that sort of thing.

Wait, do creatures like this really exist where you're from?

[Sure, Kinzo hadn't reached the peak of the insanity he'd reach in his later years, but his occult fixation had definitely taken root.

Pet pet, good butterfly.]

Huh-...its soft.

Not exactly this, but there are a few animals this large that can fly. Mm, they tend not to be very good at carrying something as heavy as a human, though. Hollow bones, and all.

[ The butterfly lowers it's head and Hlasoh climbs up... a bit more uneasily than she'd like to. ]

Mmhm. I'm a little surprised.

Oh- yeah, they need to be light to keep themselves airborne, right?

[Following Hlasoh's lead, Eva climbed up onto it's back as well. Focus, focus...just hold on, and this should be fine. She gripped gently onto the creature's fur, bracing herself for when it took off.]

...Right. Hold onto something. Hopefully this'll be a smooth ride.

Indeed.

[ Hlasoh is managing to hold on alright, certainly, but she looks notably more uneasy, despite how elegant and composed she seemed earlier. Her hands clench the fuzz just a little too far, and her posture is too straight. ]

I know what to do. [ She grumbles, then immediately regrets the show of weakness. ]

Huh-

[That was odd- that falter in her usual composed demeanour, that little grumble- as an adult, she would have eagerly dug into that little weakness and ripped it open for the sake of it.

But this Eva had yet to grow those thorns. Instead, she asked a more genuine question: ]

...What, you worried it's going to drop us or something? I can kick up a tornado with my magic if it comes to that.

[ It's not like Hlasoh is unable to ask for help. If she didn't embrace the value of cooperation, she wouldn't even be here. But she wants to accomplish what she can by her own merit, even if it's uncomfortable. Even if it doesn't necessarily get her anything, the experience itself matters.

But snapping at children isn't exactly her finest moment. She simply shakes her head. Oddly, the petals seem to seperate from the flowers of their own accord, drifting into the bottle she's opened. ]

No, not particularly. I can stop the fall as well if need be. [ She just isn't used to riding animals. ]

[Right, of course- seeing the petals gently drift into Hlasoh's bottle reminds Eva she needs to open her own. She's...a little reluctant to let go of it's fur, just in case she falls off. But, testing with taking one hand off-.]

Right. Good. Ergh, it feels weird being this high up-

[...It seemed that Hlasoh was settling down as well. Eva didn't know what had set her off, but they had a back up plan, that was something.]

[ One would tell Hlasoh that she has an unfair advantage from using her powers at their own peril. She wants to fill her jars and be done with it. But she has more of them packed down below... ]

It's something about inner ear pressure, as I recall. A lot of our balance is there and it goes strange when we aren't on solid ground.

[ She's starting to get more used to being up here, her nerves settling, but she'll only be calm once she's back on the ground. ]

[ Being generously paid to tryst with a beautiful woman in elegant accommodations is practically a no-brainer as far as quests go. Why not? Work and pleasure in one. She spends quite a lot of her time on cerebral pursuits, practicing magic, and other such things. So she likes to kick back when she can. With attractive company just being all the better.

She's decided to dress a little more provocative tonight in a midriff baring top and shorts tight enough to show a bit of bulge. Her usual eyeliner is winged and red. She graciously grants her blindfolded companion views of her by projecting her own senses outside of herself and beaming some of the vision into Rider's mind— only now and then, so as not to be disorienting. Her perfume is light and subtle, so as not to overwhelm when they're going to spend so much time in close contact.

She opens the door to the hotel room for Rider, following her in with an eager spring in her step. She's learned enough about the Heroic Spirit's tastes that just thinking of what they'll do makes her shiver. She gets right to work on brewing the tea the moment she gets in— really, she just microwaves some hot water and lets the bags steep. No time for elegant etiquette, but hey, it's only the bagged stuff anyway.

She sets the tray of steaming mugs down on the suite's little minibar counter. ]

Now then. Are you ready, Rider?

[Certainly, the fact that she was being paid with the promise of being able to let her more sadistic side out on a very attractive woman was certainly an appealing offer! And yes, Hlasoh definitely was attractive, an admiring hum escaping her the first time that image was projected into her mind.

Rider had not dressed up particularly for the occasion- but given the provocative nature of her usual attire, that probably did the job just fine. The scent did make her wonder if maybe she should try out some perfume for things like this...

Well, that was a thought for later.

For now, she followed her into the room, taking a seat on the bed.]

Mm, I am...are you? I assume those tea bags are not labelled?

[If not, it would be a fun surprise what effects it would have on them!]

[ Hlasoh isn't ashamed to say she was very interested in how Rider perked up when they covered the details of how they were going to do this, and Hlasoh off handedly mentioned a few kinks she would be willing to try; including being dominated, masochism and bondage. It was honestly very charming given how stoic she looks most of the time, to see her get visibly excited. But she refrained from teasing her about it. So far.

Hlasoh thinks Rider's usual attire is more than sufficient. She's seriously gorgeous. Those long legs and silky hair, the way that dress shows off her chest. Her serious, but sometimes shy expression beneath the blindfold. She's incredible. ]

Oh, they are. One turns pain into pleasure, one enables longer maintenance of an erection and cuts down on refractory period, another improves stamina generally, and the last doubles sensations felt.

[ Surprises can be fun, but she has something specific in mind. She takes a long sip from one of the mugs, and projects the image of the countertop for Rider's benefit. ]

I'm drinking the masochism tea now, and I'll probably drink the erection one as well, if you'd like that. By the way, I can transmit other sensations to you, if you'd like?

[ She finishes the masochism tea, and starts on the other— and lets Rider experience some of what it feels like as the blood rushes to her loins, her cock getting harder in her panties. Honestly, even she's surprised at how sudden and intense it is. She doesn't normally just pop boners out of the blue. Too much estrogen in her system. ]

Well, I'm certainly ready now. Wow.

Edited 2023-06-30 09:05 (UTC)

Catchall

for Venus, backdated to late March (cw: sex later on)

for Nero, sometime in April (cw: sex later on)

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As discussed; On the Wings of a Butterfly

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for Medusa, sometime in June, (cw: this too shall be smut)

Smut, glorious smut (please excuse my lack of smutty icons I'll fix that soon)

No worries!