Day Fifteen - The Psychic and the Psion
Who: Belle, Tris C., Silvara
Where: One of their rooms, then the lounge
When: early-ish morning
Rating: R for swears
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Belle and Tris wake up in bed together and realize they've been drawn into a new place. As they are not unfamiliar with this practice, they are unsurprised. Belle immediately starts picking through the minds of the residents to find out what was what and who was interesting.
After dressing, the pair ventures to the lounge, though Belle doesn't stay long; after dropping a few snarky opinions, she wanders off to go get laid, leaving Tris to chat with Silvara.
The pair of them have a remarkably thought-provoking conversation about the war and the situation in DauphinMare, and Tristan divulges a fair bit of information about his past encounters with Order vs Chaos, and a bit more about Laurel's personal life as well as her position as a pawn.
They part ways when Sil decides to head off for food, and Tris opts to head out for explorations.
Grey eyes opened, and the psion glanced around curiously. Not his room, and there was a very naked Belle in bed with him.
Wow. They hadn't been to bed together in ... years. He quirked a brow and licked her lips, slipping up a shield as her fist lifted toward him. "Just checking," he teased her. "So, where are we?"
"Long story," the psychic muttered. "But mom, Jan, and Laurel are here. It's another Fate versus Chaos dealie," she said without opening her eyes. "And there is a head here I can't get into," she said, lower lip jutting in a pout. There were also a couple of guarded minds that she knew she could work into if she had to, but she wasn't overly worried about doing so just then.
Tristan nodded slowly. "So, the important things?"
Belle rolled her eyes. "Enough for you to play with. It's sort of like Dar Oma all over again."
"Freakish," he said as he swung his legs out of bed. "Think we're supposed to be sharing a room, or we just woke up together so I could have the pleasure of your company this mornign?"
"You're an asshole," she said as she finally opened her own grey eyes.
"But you love me," he shot back with a grin as he managed to find boxers and pants.
"I do," she replied, easing out of bed herself. Stretching, she looked for clothing and dressed, her mind still busy pawing through the minds of other people, gathering their knowledge and memories. "There is a lot of fucking here."
"Yeah, you'd mentioned," he said, grinning wickedly. "Just like Dar Oma?"
"Mhm," she agreed. She already had her sights on a couple of the boys - when it came to that. "Should I go check us in?" Pause. "Oh, I did already." She smirked when Tristan laughed. "Mom's pleased we're here."
"Well, who wouldn't be pleased to have us here," Tris said as he opened the door. He wasn't unfamiliar with the setup, and he peered at the door's nameplate. "Though on that note, kindly get the fuck out of my room."
Belle snorted as she strolled toward the door, playfully shoving his side as she passed him. "See who scores first?"
Tris thought about it. "What're the odds?"
"There's a guy here who's like Laurel."
"Then no. I'm disadvantaged. I have to find out who's gay first," he pointed out. "You don't really have that problem."
"No," Belle said very sincerely. "I don't have to see who's gay first." She grinned as she started toward her room.
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Belle encountered her twin when she emerged from her room later, dressed in jeans and a scoopneck shirt. Not her usual, but it was what had been provided. Tris was clad in a pair of shorts and a tanktop. "Breakfast?"
"Sound plan," he agreed. They started down the stairs together, and while food was high on the agenda ... the lounge distracted them.
Belle stepped in first, peering around curiously.
Where: One of their rooms, then the lounge
When: early-ish morning
Rating: R for swears
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Belle and Tris wake up in bed together and realize they've been drawn into a new place. As they are not unfamiliar with this practice, they are unsurprised. Belle immediately starts picking through the minds of the residents to find out what was what and who was interesting.
After dressing, the pair ventures to the lounge, though Belle doesn't stay long; after dropping a few snarky opinions, she wanders off to go get laid, leaving Tris to chat with Silvara.
The pair of them have a remarkably thought-provoking conversation about the war and the situation in DauphinMare, and Tristan divulges a fair bit of information about his past encounters with Order vs Chaos, and a bit more about Laurel's personal life as well as her position as a pawn.
They part ways when Sil decides to head off for food, and Tris opts to head out for explorations.
Grey eyes opened, and the psion glanced around curiously. Not his room, and there was a very naked Belle in bed with him.
Wow. They hadn't been to bed together in ... years. He quirked a brow and licked her lips, slipping up a shield as her fist lifted toward him. "Just checking," he teased her. "So, where are we?"
"Long story," the psychic muttered. "But mom, Jan, and Laurel are here. It's another Fate versus Chaos dealie," she said without opening her eyes. "And there is a head here I can't get into," she said, lower lip jutting in a pout. There were also a couple of guarded minds that she knew she could work into if she had to, but she wasn't overly worried about doing so just then.
Tristan nodded slowly. "So, the important things?"
Belle rolled her eyes. "Enough for you to play with. It's sort of like Dar Oma all over again."
"Freakish," he said as he swung his legs out of bed. "Think we're supposed to be sharing a room, or we just woke up together so I could have the pleasure of your company this mornign?"
"You're an asshole," she said as she finally opened her own grey eyes.
"But you love me," he shot back with a grin as he managed to find boxers and pants.
"I do," she replied, easing out of bed herself. Stretching, she looked for clothing and dressed, her mind still busy pawing through the minds of other people, gathering their knowledge and memories. "There is a lot of fucking here."
"Yeah, you'd mentioned," he said, grinning wickedly. "Just like Dar Oma?"
"Mhm," she agreed. She already had her sights on a couple of the boys - when it came to that. "Should I go check us in?" Pause. "Oh, I did already." She smirked when Tristan laughed. "Mom's pleased we're here."
"Well, who wouldn't be pleased to have us here," Tris said as he opened the door. He wasn't unfamiliar with the setup, and he peered at the door's nameplate. "Though on that note, kindly get the fuck out of my room."
Belle snorted as she strolled toward the door, playfully shoving his side as she passed him. "See who scores first?"
Tris thought about it. "What're the odds?"
"There's a guy here who's like Laurel."
"Then no. I'm disadvantaged. I have to find out who's gay first," he pointed out. "You don't really have that problem."
"No," Belle said very sincerely. "I don't have to see who's gay first." She grinned as she started toward her room.
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Belle encountered her twin when she emerged from her room later, dressed in jeans and a scoopneck shirt. Not her usual, but it was what had been provided. Tris was clad in a pair of shorts and a tanktop. "Breakfast?"
"Sound plan," he agreed. They started down the stairs together, and while food was high on the agenda ... the lounge distracted them.
Belle stepped in first, peering around curiously.