I want you. [CLOSED]
Who; Ezio Auditore, "Cristina Vespucci" - Mystique
What; Do you want to come to me?
Where; Rooftops, Mystique's place
When; Early evening, November 3rd (backdated!)
Rating; PG-13, hard. If it goes into anything sexual, we'll fade to black. Mostly just angst and looking and sounding like some girl he used to like while wearing alluring nighties.
Status; Closed; Ongoing
The body Mystique took now was quite small, far too cute for its own liking. The nose, so small and uniquely angled; the lips, so easily quivered; the eyes, so simple to show mischief or sincerity; the skin, so smooth and young-it was an odd body to be in, most definitely, but not useless or stressful to maintain. The most stressful thing that would prevent her from keeping it for a lengthy amount of time (weeks, maybe months) was the height, so ladylike and demure in its modest size. No real muscles to be had, but she would never expect any such thing in the first place. She knew he came from a time far and long ago, one where women were quiet and subdued, and apparently now where they kept tiny waists and tempting hair styles. Oh, Lord, and what kind of clothes did they wear?
Ah, it was of no pressing importance at the moment.
After ending the feed, she stood in the mirror for a few moments to adjust the rosiness of her cheeks and the red of her lips, slipping a fine shine of sweet gloss to add to the overall air of it. Then, a long, white nightgown, slightly sheer but ending in laced hemming around the bottoms of her ankles, and she was ready.
She would be where she told him she, Cristina would be: the window was open and one leg was up on the sill, bowed outwards, the gown pulled up just so to reveal a scandalous view of the majority of the joint that was her ankle.
What; Do you want to come to me?
Where; Rooftops, Mystique's place
When; Early evening, November 3rd (backdated!)
Rating; PG-13, hard. If it goes into anything sexual, we'll fade to black. Mostly just angst and looking and sounding like some girl he used to like while wearing alluring nighties.
Status; Closed; Ongoing
The body Mystique took now was quite small, far too cute for its own liking. The nose, so small and uniquely angled; the lips, so easily quivered; the eyes, so simple to show mischief or sincerity; the skin, so smooth and young-it was an odd body to be in, most definitely, but not useless or stressful to maintain. The most stressful thing that would prevent her from keeping it for a lengthy amount of time (weeks, maybe months) was the height, so ladylike and demure in its modest size. No real muscles to be had, but she would never expect any such thing in the first place. She knew he came from a time far and long ago, one where women were quiet and subdued, and apparently now where they kept tiny waists and tempting hair styles. Oh, Lord, and what kind of clothes did they wear?
Ah, it was of no pressing importance at the moment.
After ending the feed, she stood in the mirror for a few moments to adjust the rosiness of her cheeks and the red of her lips, slipping a fine shine of sweet gloss to add to the overall air of it. Then, a long, white nightgown, slightly sheer but ending in laced hemming around the bottoms of her ankles, and she was ready.
She would be where she told him she, Cristina would be: the window was open and one leg was up on the sill, bowed outwards, the gown pulled up just so to reveal a scandalous view of the majority of the joint that was her ankle.