Erato

[ Judith wanders through the warm stone garden, feeling the night sky thick on her skin. It's nice, especially for one not given to long periods of sleep.

On a whim, she plucks up a garland and slips it over her head, where it decorates the otherwise bare curve of her neck. ]

[An unfamiliar place… She should be cautious, however it’s all so new that she can’t help but want to satisfy her curiosity. And the key she found in her hand upon arrival, it’s only natural that she wants to know where it leads. Given the structure of the building, she can safely assume that it’s an inn of some sort, but part of her feels compelled to find someone, take them with her. Maybe that would be best; she might find herself in some sort of danger if she goes alone.

She looks around for someone, preferably someone familiar. It’s obvious with her expression that she’s searching. Maybe it’s for you. Familiar or not, she finds you, gazing into your eyes as if asking for help. Would you help her? She doesn’t want to search this room alone; she think it’s because she’s scared, not because this place is drawing her to find a partner and go to this room to do as it wishes of her…]

[ The look of the place is jarringly foreign. It reminds him of the palaces of Dorne, but he can at the least tell that he is not Dorne, or dreaming of it.

The masked person that served him drinks is not much for conversation, but he was good at doing his job, topping up his glass with that strong wood-grain brew. For all the gold in Casterly Rock, he has not tasted this kind of beverage before and he thinks that Tyrion would take a great liking to it.

Jaime figures he likes the color -- liquid gold but tainted with a drop of blood. He tosses it back and winces, then smiles in appreciation of the draught. He does not tardy in asking for another one.

Perhaps it was only in dreams can he indulge in pleasures otherwise unknown. ]


(( OOC: (*'-')a yeah, no, I don't know either. Voice testing, so I apologize in advance for any and all kinds of fail. Open to all kinds of interaction~ ))
 

( Joie de la vie! )

Hm.

[Judith surveys the interior, her expression giving little away without being cold. She can't hear Ba'ul, but if that's the worst part, she can cope for the time being.

She's talking to herself, and continues,]

This isn't where I was last.

( Joie de la vie )

Don't you sometimes wish your characters could get right to the nitty gritty and just do it? Here's your chance to have some fun!

( Too hard to stop when you're right in )

EVENT

Bienvenue! Bienvenue, bon soir mesdames et monsieurs!

This event's theme is:

Turbulence

( Qui aime bien, châtie bien. )

Notes: First, despite the choice of community, the tags do not have to be of a sexual nature. Threading may take place in this post, or in a separate entry. Second, due to the nature of this event/meme, if you are interested in making your own post with one of these prompts, trigger warnings must be used. Normally, they are a courtesy, not a requirement. Not so in this case. Entries which do not include them will be deleted.

As always, events are optional.

[ well, this is a little inconvenient. definitely not where he remembers going to bed.

--and he could've sworn he'd fed just last night, but hell if his teeth aren't kind of aching in his mouth, haah. ]


((ooc: AU!Yuri here. He is also a vampire. With optional mind control powers. /o/ Yeah, he's practically made for porn. ♥))

With permission from the ever illustrious phantasosmod...

( Joie de la vie... )

Stolen from here.

...Definitely not where I went to sleep.

[ surveying his surroundings with some skepticism. noooot his room in the Lower Quarter. not any place he recognizes, he actually. after a beat, he drops his head with a sigh. ]

Man, what a pain.


((ooc: For a specific person, but anyone with (or without!) cat ears is welcome. ♥ CR or sex, boys or girls, I'm not picky and neither is he.))