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The Keep, Sometime Before Classes, Like It's Possible to be Certain of the Exact Time,

Jun 17, 2014 18:34

For months now because I fail at posting, Jaenelle had been wrangling with the Dark Council about respecting the Territories of non-human Blood. She'd searched through editions of Blood Protocol, unearthed dusty tomes of Blood history, even begged Draca and Lorn for guidance. But no matter what she found, what evidence she presented, the Dark ( Read more... )

who: jaenelle angelline, where: the keep, what: offering to the darkness, who: jonothon evan starsmore, who: warren kenneth worthington iii, canon catch-up, who: tersa, who: lucivar yaslana, who: julian hagen, what: fandom whimsy, what: animal shenanigans, who: saetan sadiablo

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furnaceface June 17 2014, 22:55:36 UTC

Miss? From where Jaenelle was standing, it would probably be difficult to miss anything. Jono was splayed out across Karla in a bit of a tangle, sparking flames twisting around between them, and he had no idea how the hell to get up again, never mind how he wound up in this mess to begin with.

Give him a moment, and he'd remember that he had hands.

And then he'd remove them from where they had wound up, on Karla's chest.

//... Miss?//

It would occur to him that he was decidedly naked in a moment, too. Honest.

glacial_queen June 17 2014, 23:06:50 UTC

"Jono," Karla said in what was a reasonable tone of voice. "Get your HANDS OFF MY TITS."

It did not stay reasonable for very long, no.

not_a_parakeet June 17 2014, 23:10:14 UTC

"Come on, Casanova," Warren muttered, taking a sort of sadistic joy in grabbing Jono by the shoulder and hauling him off of Karla with one arm. "If you're gunning for the Consort position, you're going to have to get in line."

Yes, Warren was absolutely going to be a jerk about this. Because... Jono.

furnaceface June 17 2014, 23:14:37 UTC

Jono actually managed to keep from toppling backwards onto his behind all over again, once Warren had deposited him on his feet. He was lacking in coordination, given that he'd been quite some time without feet, but there was only so much bruising that his dignity could take.

... That, and there was a table behind him, and he'd stumbled into that.

//What? I don't--// Seriously, his brain would catch up in just a moment. //Why am I naked!?//

First time animal transformation, right here. He'd seen plenty of people turn back before, of course, but he was something of a newbie. Interestingly, he wasn't reaching down in order to preserve his modesty with his hands. He was wrapping his arms across his chest, trying to smother some of the billowing flame.

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