(for robin) --- one day my prince will come!

[a_roughsketch]

It's the end of an exhausting day for Favrielle, what with moving around tons of fabric, pieces of furniture and throngs of accessories and tools. She is far from being satisfied with her temporary 'shop', but until Tsuzuki actually comes up with something (if he manages to), that'll have to do. Le sigh.

She does have a private room as well, a

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[rob_fellows]

Of course, you can trust Robin to show up when Lovely Ladies are prancing around in their Eve's costume. >.>

So here he is, with some spring flowers in a bouquet, a rakish smile, and a rhythmic knock on the door.

And as discussed in chat, typist is perfectly fine with strings being absent (as in, no strings attached.) ^^

[a_roughsketch]

"Elua's b--- who is it at this hour?" Yes, Favrielle does talk to herself on a regular basis. It comes with being generally insane, we think.

Yet she does step out of the tub and quickly passes through the wooden 'curtain'. When she's at the main door, she pauses, wondering if her 'attire' is appropriate, but then again -- fiiine. She snatches quickly a measure of silk and wraps it around her body, getting something like a toga.

Quite nice.

"Yes?"

Absolutely, what sort of strings did you have in mind...?

[rob_fellows]

Robin, at this point, heard the oath and guessed its continuation, which amused him more than is appropriate. He'll be found leaning against her doorframe, flowers still in hand.

"Too late for a housewarming gift, lovely?"

Yes, he's already turned on the charm. He was never slow for these things.

Oh, I just meant that they can have fun etc, be friends with benefits, even lovers on the side, whatever works, and that he'll gracefully bow out when invited to do so, is all. (He might pout for a short moment, though. XD)

[a_roughsketch]

Her eyebrows fly up in surprise, but it's not an unpleasant one.

"Hmmm. Mes-- Robin." She says his name with a slight touch of accent. "You were quick to find me. Do come in."

And she'll lead the way graciously, even wearing nothing but an improvised toga.

Sounds perfect to me, lovely -- I was trying to make a 'strings' pun above, taken the various practices in Terre D'Ange *wink*!

[rob_fellows]

He slips in, and doesn't hide the fact that he appreciates what he sees.

"I'd ask if you want a minute to change, but I'll admit you look quite lovely this way. Did I interrupt anything?"

And mainly, he wants to know if he's walking into a potential threesome. Robin? Has no problem with that idea.

Hahahahah well, if you ask Paulinka, there can be some strings of that sort with Robin >.> Or shackles. >.>

[a_roughsketch]

"My bath," she smiles -- she doesn't look upset. "What are the flowers for?"

(If the petals are disposable she might go for an ad-hoc scented bath.)

I should stalk those two more often >.>

[rob_fellows]

Petals are disposable, and the scent is mixed - jasmine, rose, some iris.... "For you, actually. It's not done to bring flowers to a lovely lady, where you come from?"

Nnnngh, bath. He wants to offer company. >.>

Hahaha, hm, current other Robin thread is with Echo (yes, in water, again), and Paulinka's current snog thread that I know of is with Ines (yay for femslash?) >.>

[a_roughsketch]

She takes only half a minute to actually think, before disappearing behind the curtain, flowers in hand.

"It is done, Robin. If the gentleman is included."

Her voice trails over, and it's amused and excited at the same time. Should he decide to follow her, he'll find Favrielle plucking the petals and spreading them in the bathing water.

Yay for femslash indeed, I was looking forward to something like that, actually ^^.

[rob_fellows]

Robin does poke his head in, and is utterly charmed by the scene.

"Some invitations can't be resisted," he replies, and he's certainly checking her up. "You look like a nymph, Favrielle. Let me help?"

He's discreetly removed his shoes, his excuse is he doesn't want to soil the floor.

Heeee, well, as far as my roster is concerned, Ines and Phedre are likely candidates, but Ines is difficult and Phedre is overbooked, with Milly, Oberyn and Sandor + assignations with Muraki and Aramat >.> (That woman is the slutzors, I swear.) My other girls are all straight, but I'm thinking that Sugar might be coaxed if there's alcohol involved and Cal has been a bit less present (that would be a one time deal, obvs) - I can imagine Ysi and Gwen ~distracting~ each other if their boys are somehow MIA as well. >.> That's it for my brainstorming. XD

Also, Robin is yet again the King of Aquatic Snogging, he's apparently slated to snog Tsuzuki.... yes, you guessed it, at the pond. *facepalm*

[a_roughsketch]

She turns to face him -- slowly -- and smiles a crooked smile.

The improvised toga will fall, then, just like this, lightly, at her feet. He can't see her marque yet, though he might have pieced up bits of it on the previously exposed skin.

"---help?" Her voice lingers on every letter.

She's still holding a single flower in her hand, playfully trailing it over her thigh.

Oh Wil. The ideas you're giving me *chuckles*. It's always deliciously dangerous to wander in such topics with you <3. Let's say that some things really sound good over there, LOL.

And here thar be yet again fanservice, woot?

[rob_fellows]

Nnnnngh, Favrielle. And that's all. Seriously. Woman. Of all man, do you expect Robin to have any self-restraint?

"Help," he replies, and strides over, though he opens his shirt as he does, and peels it off carelessly. He'll bend and pick the sheet, smiling a little. "I think you dropped something, my lady," he replies, chuckling, and if Favrielle doesn't mind, even if he's holding the toga, he'll kiss her lips, his free hand tracing over the lovely design on her back at a leisurely pace.

>.> I am known for having horrible ideas. Er. Whenever you want to plot things out, hm, we'll, er, figure them out. Er. Curf.

*rubs hands*

[a_roughsketch]

Mind? Oh, no. Of course she doesn't mind. On the contrary, she'll brush her lips against his with skilled patience, and then might flicker the tip of her tongue over his lower lip, teasing.

"Then do--." The whisper is barely audible. "--do help."

She drops the flower and turns over lightly, climbing back inside the tub. There. Now he's seen the marque: it's a beautiful one, as expected - typist suspects Favrielle had enough connections among artists to get it properly done - and it amazes through its simplicity. There's just red and black there, and a touch of green and electric blue; if you squint, the symbolic silhouette of a fairy might come across.

Horrible? You meant lovely and ingenious, right?

*hoogles*

[rob_fellows]

Oh, he's seen it, and he's admiring alright. "Wow," he can't manage to keep it to himself. "Don't think I've ever seen a beautiful tattoo like this before..."

And he might... eagerly undress, and slip in the bath with her. "Can I see it up close?"

^^ Well, whenever you want, I'm always up for plotzors. &hearts

Also, I was wondering if you'd see this thing, which I find really cool.

[a_roughsketch]

"It's my marque," she explains softly, and she might gently help him climb by her side - the water is not scalding, but hot enough, so they can luxuriate happily, and --. Ah well. "Of course you can."

She'll turn then - typist would like to have such a large tub as well - and sit with her back to Robin, feigning being busy with soaping her slender feet.

Perfect! It's always great to plot with you!!!

I think I did, at some point. My friend who muns Elphaba also participated in a DA contest for drawing marques and won the Mod's Choice. I'd like to think each marque is unique though, that's why I took the liberty to 'design' Favrielle's ^^.

[rob_fellows]

Robin reaches, to very gently trace the motifs with dexterous fingers - soon, though, his desire wins out, and he gets closer, kissing her shoulder slowly, as his hands reach to cup her breasts, slowly, gingerly.

"Hmmm... your taste is delicious - tell me about your marque?"

Awesomeness. ^^ At your bidding, then. &hearts

Oh, yeah, totally - particularly since Favrielle's situation was made peculiar early in her life as an adept. (I used to be on a board where it was generally accepted that most adepts had a standard marque, unless special circumstances justified it, so that's my general take on things, but I don't think it's canon by any means.) Mostly, I wanted to show you the spiffy thing. (Think I could see Arny's art? *puppy eyes*)

(ouchhh - this is the best way to start your day!)

[a_roughsketch]

She leans against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed. And she might stir a little under his touch, pushing herself into it - lips parted, nipples errect. "My ... marque, yes," she purrs, focusing. "It is a tradition -- where I come from. The people trained ... at the Night Court, the adepts, they all have them. When one's marque is completed, she or he can go free."

Yayyy! And I see - it's actually very interesting to see the various opinions people have about various aspects in fandom ^^. Her art is here, feel free to browse the rest of the gallery as well while at that, and since I know that I promised you art too, my profile/gallery is here, so that you know what to expect <3