[OOM: Of letters and thimbles - in which attempts at seriousness are not as fun as the end result.]

Ah the pitter patter of tiny human teenage feet...with claws.

"Huh...?"

Kaye looks down. Well if it isn't some kind of smoking hot catsuit? She might be more surprised if the rest of the Bar didn't seem to be under a similar curse.

"Meow." She says to no-one in particular. Because lets face it...it's just a little skintight.

Sometimes it takes a while to wrap your mind around something. Other times you take a while to hide from something. But not too terribly long this time - she's braver now, you see. By no means brave, but really really trying ( Read more... )

[OOM: Picture Perfect - on the hardest day of her life, Kaye gets an unexpected visitor.]

[OOC: It should be noted that this OOM, like the last one, is set in Kaye's PAST, but Roiben's present. Fun with timelines. Also I totally invented that sarcastic title spur of the moment. Yay! Small spoilers for Tithe.]

The real problem with having superiors, Lethe has found, is the whole part where you have to listen to them. Even when it involves standing ceremony and listening to terribly boring speeches and tending to highly uncooperative rivers that hold no particular fondness for you ( Read more... )

There's a nymph in the lake. A nearly fitting place for a river-thing, and though Lethe doesn't venture out too far the feeling is familiar and soothing.

breathe in breathe out
Her curls are heavy, ends fanned out in long, water-darkened tangles down her back. She shimmers a bit when the light hits - edges of her blurring and blending.

exhale and ( Read more... )

It's a beautiful night. Fresh clear air, the kind that only comes after rain. The wild scent of it makes her grin. Kaye is half sprawled on the damp grass by the lake, with a bottle of vodka. It would surprise you how many people leave their alcohol unattended, or perhaps it wouldn't. It's disgusting, she thinks, lacking the dignity of bourbon, or ( Read more... )

[OOM: Kaye wakes from a fragmented nightmare to find him waiting.]

It's raining again and Lethe stumbles back inside rather soaked and dripping spectacularly, a mess of wet curls in her eyes and a wide smile on her face. She likes the rain. This may or may not be a naiad thing - further testing will be needed ( Read more... )

The stars are out, bright in the sky in strange and beautiful patterns, and so she is out as well. Walking - flitting a bit, twirling - head craned toward the sky and caught up in some absent, almost-dance.

The water splashes lightly around her ankles - the breeze is cool and pleasant - and she laughs brightly.

Nighttime is lovely here.