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poetry with amber imagery or something [OPEN]

WHO: Lucina, various
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, De Chima, misc
WHEN: Early/mid-October
WHAT: assorted happenings
WARNINGS: labeled in subject headers

Maurtia Falls
Lucina's main haunts are still in this city of conflict -- same as it has been, those two and a half years ago. Gods, has it been so long already? So much else has changed...her, too.

She resides on a residential block in a rental house, and might be encountered in the wee hours of the morning on her way out to work, or perhaps on the rare day off, tearing up the sad excuse for a garden she'd tried (sort of) to maintain (and failed to) in preparation for winter.

Downtown, she frequents a cafe and pastry shop where she's made many a friend and good memory. Catching her before she hustles off on patrol or another duty is a great chance for a free treat and a chat...or perhaps a means of teaming up for a bit of crime busting?

At Helix, the base of operations for Aegis Force, practically her second home, she is constantly either at work or training for work. It's not as frantic and despairing as the month before, so she can be a cheerful spotter or sparring partner, or she can help with some kitchen chores or monitor duty! She also likes to take her breaks on the rooftop helipad, enjoying the cooler air as the weather starts to behave more like autumn.

De Chima
It's not a place she visits too often, but at least once a week, Lucina tries to make time to volunteer at the O'Malley Clinic. She's not much of a nurse, but if you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be bandaged up nearly immobile as a mummy for a simple scrape? She's your girl. Also don't you dare try to escape until treatment is over! She can double as a bouncer.

There's always a chance to catch her in the skies, as flying is her favorite pastime -- and it beats traffic. Hopefully she's not spying any trouble from on high, but if you're in a pinch, she can swoop down and lend a hand (or sword)!

Misc
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[That pout she gives him just earns her a bigger smile, and when she acquiesces, he's all the more smug. No headbutt this time! With her lips against the corner of his mouth, there's a warm flutter that tingles through him...and excites him. It's an urge that overtakes, and he doesn't resist it.

Bringing that arm from the back of the couch down and around her waist as he turns at his own to face her more fully, he kisses her on the lips. A far less chaste one than her own, while his other hand rests on her back. As he deepens the kiss, it seems like he's guiding her as he leans in more, slowly pushing her back as the arm around her waist settles back onto the couch for stability.]

[it's bewildering how very quickly apprehension and resistance dissolves like this...is that one of his dozen-plus, unnamed powers? she wouldn't dare ask, because he'd just find that way too funny. not that she's in a position to ask anything right now, anyway, but...

still. it's nice. kissing, that is. behind held. she might've thought she was going to part ways with a simple peck, but honestly? this is better, and she's glad she bothered to ask instead of just skulking out from embarrassment. there's quite a sensation from how his arm slips away from her waist the way it does -- it tickles up her spine and makes her sit up from the back of the cushion for a beat before sinking back.

without thinking, Lucina's hands have already moved up to his shoulders, fingers gripping a little tighter against any suggestion of him moving too far away, even if it's just him fidgeting to be stable and upright like that.

when there's a break to breathe, her eyes flutter open partway, her face flush. either he's good at this, or she's...just very weak. it's hard to say.

who cares.]

[Who cares indeed, not when they both enjoy it as they do. There's warmth radiating through him, even as the kiss breaks so that they don't suffocate in their passion. He doesn't let contact end entirely, even as he breathes a little heavily he leans in, pressing the bridge of his nose against her neck.

Likewise he's glad he didn't just let her go, that she stayed to kiss him, so that he could kiss her like that and hold her like this. There's just something uniquely comforting in having her in his arms, feeling her warmth against his own as he just relishes in her presence.

Idly he wonders if he should say something, but nothing comes to mind. Rather, he favors the silent intimacy of the moment. But like the one-track mind idiot he is, that hand on her back slides downward till its at the bottom of her shirt, fingers curling under the hem of it.]

[there's something so tender and sweet about the the contact at her neck -- it makes the intention of his straying hand unclear to her. one dreadful pulse stills her when his hand passes over the place along her spine the scarab-scar is, but no hurt comes after it and she can breathe out again.

the message Lucina gets from this is that somehow, all he has to do is touch her and she can feel comfort, a thrill, or just...some kind of way with seemingly no effort at all.

she makes a faint sound, squirming against the tickle that his breath causes, and one of her arms moves so her hand can settle on the back of his neck, just shy of gliding up his hairline. he can do so much with so little effort, but she's still trying to understand what she can do in turn...

well. what doesn't resort to accidental headbutts, anyway.]

[At least the headbutting was amusing! Just another cute quirk of hers—clumsiness she exudes when she's not on the battlefield.

Feeling her under his hand likewise sends a pleasing sensation through him, but especially as his hand slips under her shirt entirely. Hand pressing firm to her skin as he glides it up her back. Drinking in how she feels, taking note of the grooves and divots, but there's a pause as he feels the scar tissue.

It surprises him, though it shouldn't. The shock only lasting a moment, before his mind settles on the obvious: she's a warrior, of course she has scars. Besides, her hands on the nape of his neck is distracting in its own right. Its contact leaves the contact spot hot and tingly—encouraging him to tilt his head a little more so that he can kiss at her neck, just below her jawline.]

[she would've said something about that roaming hand of his, but before she can, his mouth is against her neck and whatever she meant to say is just a soft, surprised sound in her breath. that-- that actually feels really nice? one wouldn't think it would, right? it must be weird, but...no, that--that, and his palm at her back are fantastic feelings.

what's fascinating, too, is how, once she gets a sense of herself again, she finds she can move him in turn: how moving her hand toward his clavicle makes his breath draw up against it, and how, even just with a little curl and lift of a finger, she can tilt his chin up and see him again and find he's not that all-controlling at smug. they're not on equal footing at all, but...well, he's flush, too.]

...Hi. [lacking in anything eloquent to say, her smile is sheepish and voice quiet.]

You're...pretty good at this. [?? ? ? whatever this is! gods.]

[It's been far too long since he's indulged in this sort of intimacy. In so doing, it warms him, face and body, and while it seems to be quenching a thirst he hadn't fully realized he had, it almost leaves more parched in the wake of it. He wants more, but he also knows better than to push for too much. One of the few areas where he's learned some restraint.

When he feels her finger on his chin, directing and tilting him so that they can look at each other, he draws in a quick breath. His eyes are half-lidded as he gazes at her, that gentle expression only linger for a moment before a smile crosses his features in the next.]

Yo.

[Really, Lu? "Hi"? Ridiculous.]

Damn right I am.

[For as egotistical as that should sound, there's a soft playfulness to it as well.]

You ain't half bad yourself, y'know. Quick learner, huh?

A-am I? [she doesn't sound very sure about that, despite the breathy laugh in her voice. there's that soft look on his face again -- it's what stuck with her the longest before, kiss aside. it makes her chest feel tight and her head a bit lighter.

does he look at anyone else like that? or is it just for her? she can't possibly think to ask, especially in light of that bit of teasing.]

I...don't know about that, but. Is it alright if, if we stayed like this? For a little bit. Before I have to leave, I mean.

You're a little sloppy, but that's 'cos you ain't experienced. You pick up on shit pretty quick.

[Maybe he shouldn't have said sloppy, but that's just how he talks. He doesn't mean anything truly bad about it, after all, this is meant to be a compliment. The fact she's trying at all, and not just laying there doing nothing is a boon in his mind, anyway.

At her question, his eyebrows raise slightly, but then settle again with an upward pull of a smirk at his lips.]

I ain't never said you had to leave in the first place.

[Which is a yes, particularly when he leans in to press his face into a nuzzle against her neck once more, the curve of his nose pressing just below her jaw. His hold on her strong and firm, but not crushing. Possessive, as his other arm descends from the couch's back to likewise hook around her waist.]

Oh...

[sloppy. that's...how does Iris put it? a yikes. her face reddens anew with fresh embarrassment, about to withdraw before Guzma's moved to secure his hold, his breath back against her neck.

he's very warm... and being held so certainly feels really nice. safe, almost, even if it may not be wholly true. she exhales and wraps an arm around his shoulders, daring to draw her fingers up to his hair.

she hates to have to keep fidgeting, but she does try to tuck herself in a way that she can keep close while also letting him settle in a way that suits him, hesitating only a moment in reacknowledging that-- uh. his hand...is up her shirt? gods. that's a little...

well... it's not bad, so...]

A...a little while, then. I don't have to get to work for a bit, so...

[It's alright! He's endeared by her sloppiness! After all, he's barely a refined sort of dude anyway! Clearly her inexperience doesn't stop him from showing her affection, so she's got nothing to worry about.

And hey, at least that hand is up the back of her shirt, and not the front! Though Guzma wishes it were, but baby steps, baby steps...

With her arms around his shoulders, that hand drawing to his hair, a pleased hum reverberates against her neck. Settling against her comfortably as he allows himself to just enjoy this. The feel of her in his arms, of her hands on him, her warmth, her scent...]

Work's for chumps, anyway.

[He offers with a playful inflection to his tone.]

[she lightly taps his scalp at that.]

You've been kissing a chump, then. Are you saying you've low standards, then? Or a character flaw.

[He huffs a small laugh against her.]

I've kissed worse.

[...wait.]

What I mean is, being a chump ain't the worst thing you could be.

[she makes a drawn out, scrutinizing sound at that.]

Maybe...but I'd like to be as good as I can be, if it's all the same to you. Chump or otherwise. Will that be an issue?

[There's just...a pause as he processes the fact she seems to be...taking this seriously? Even his breath stopped for a moment, before he tilts his head to peer up at her, eyebrow raised.]

...Lu, I'm messin' with ya.

[He chuckles lightly.]

You ain't actually a chump.

[huh...?

she blinks back at him, confused. then, quickly:] We-well...! I was just! Making sure you knew, so...!

[she brings the hand that was in his hair to her face to obscure some of her embarrassment.]

As if I would've known it was a joke for sure...!

[His eyebrows just raise at her reaction, but then he settles back against her. Obscuring his own face into the nape of her neck. As he talks, his breath is a little hot on her skin.]

I joke a lot, yo.

[He gives her a bit of a squeeze.]

'Specially with those I like. But even if you were a chump, it don't bother me none.

[Which, honestly speaking, she kinda proved the fact she is one, but it's fine. It's cute.]

['specially with those I like.

Lucina gulps, finding that the squeeze he gives her gives her a shudder. it's like...

...well...

she's never known closeness quite like this before, has she? a lack of precedence is scary, but the kind of scary that comes before something exciting. maybe like a spar with a new, powerful opponent? would it be appropriate to compare this feeling to something like that? she really likes sparring, so...

as for the jokes? she can foresee becoming very vexed in her future, much as she is with others she knows with better minds for sarcasm and humor than she. that hasn't stopped her from caring fiercely for them, though. in Guzma's case? maybe a bit of light berating will be in store for him. a nose-pinch or three.]

Well, you better be prepared to be chastised if you tease too much. [her hand settles back in his hair.] I'll learn! But...so shall you.

[Physical intimacy Guzma knows fairly well, emotional intimacy however... that's a different story. So, holding her like this, cuddling as it were, it's different because of the affection he holds for her. It's a new avenue for him, because while he's had affections for someone else before (and still...does...), he's never been able to properly physically express them.

Not like this.

It's new and fresh, and he's likewise a little anxious over it because of that vulnerability. However, he's shielding himself with the experience he's had in other aspects, trying to convince himself and her that he's more confident in this than he really is. It doesn't slow him down in any case.]

I'll try not to enjoy it too much. [Because he will indeed enjoy it.] Maybe if you catch on enough, you'll be able to toss your own shady my way, huh?

I...suppose stranger things have happened than me being able to land a decent joke...

[but it takes time. time to understand a person, time to feel safe...

she hopes there will be time. life is never so simple, is it?

after a while, she lets herself relax a little more, resting her chin against his head, her other arm draped slack over his shoulder. he's warm...it makes her a little sleepy in a weird way, because even his little twitches and movements still cause tingles and sensations that grab her attention right away. what a weird state to be in!

is it like this for everyone? she could understand the need for closeness like this if it's so...]

Maybe one day you'll even master the art.

[Of course, Guzma can't simply rest like this. It's relaxing, for sure, but he's...also a gremlin. His mind keeps going somewhere else, and his body seems to be on the same page with how that warmth radiates through him and pools...how his hands start to get a little more adventurous as they glide across her back, and downward...

Resting for a moment on her small of her back, before his fingers slip just past the top of her pants—they freeze the moment he hears a strange rumble from Golisopod. Raising his head, he glances over at his bugs who seem to be...strangely agitated? At least Pinsir looks even more bothered than normal with that scowl on his face.]

...Yo, what's y'all's—oh...

[Quickly, and silently, Guzma retracts one of his hands from Lucina, so that he can grab at the Ultra Balls resting on the coffee table. Returning each one to their ball in short order. He really does not want to explain this to Lucina, and he hopes she doesn't ask as he tries to go back to what he was doing. Acting like that didn't just happen.

Way to make this awkward, guys!!]

[she didn't need to even speak up, apparently -- were the bugs doing it for her? because that trail downward was leaving her a little alarmed and shaken out of the ease she'd settled in.]

What-? [she tries to sit up a little while he's busy collecting them. as for those roaming hands, she stops one of them by the wrist.] Wait, what's wrong? Were they upset?

[Her stopping him gives him a jolt almost as much as her question, and he's left just staring at her a little Rowlet-eyed.]

Uh...Nah they—[How the fuck does he explain this. Dammit, Lucina! Why can't you just let him do something seemingly outta no where without getting curious?]—they were being affected by one of my powers, don't worry about it.

[Gently, he attempts to pull his wrist from her grasp, nonchalant, like if he does it casually enough he can avoid attention being brought to the fact it was trying to wander southward.]

...

[despite that, she can't shake feeling unnerved. she didn't realize it felt a little safer with them around, because there's something daunting about it just being the two of them.

is that...normal? maybe she was just being silly. what did she have to be afraid of? she's strong, even without her powers. it's...]

...I'm sorry.

[she gently places a hand on him to keep him from drawing closer, her face red and expression scrunched with a mix of guilt and concern.]

I don't...feel right. I'm sorry.

[Again he's left kind of staring at her, but then he looks away, his own face scrunching with annoyance. Not at her, though.]

...You ain't gotta apologize, yo.

[He was getting a little too excited there, he realizes. Bringing a hand to his head he scrubs at the back of it. His brows knitting together as his mouth pulls into a frown. He leans back, away from her to give her the space she clearly wants.]

Didn't mean to make shit weird.

[Which is true. Maybe he misread the vibes? He doesn't know... all he knows is that he's frustrated with this turn of events. He wants to...apologize, but it's hard. Like it's caught in his throat, and just won't come out. So, instead he just settles for looking annoyed, but maybe there's the smallest hints of guilt tingeing his expression and how he holds himself.]

Edited 2019-10-14 18:04 (UTC)

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