Morrigan Aensland (vanityparadise) wrote in poseidonacademy, @ 2010-02-28 17:34:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Who: John, Morrigan and an unfortunate NPC.
Doing what: Jonh's offered Morrigan energy if she tells him about her conquests. She decides to up the ante. Hilarity ensues.
When: Feb. 28, early evening.
Where: John's room.
Warnings: A lot of innuendo, power plays (between the NPC and Morrigan, and then Morrigan and John) and a fade to black before anything too graphic.
"Please.."
The voice reached Morrigan's ears as she finished walking to John's room. Her outfit had been transformed into an evening gown, and her hands were covered in simple black gloves. Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed the person a small, pitying, smile.
He was cute, to be sure, but he was very much a student. Cropped black hair rested against the nape of his neck, and his skin was a healthy peach. His blue eyes searched Morrigan's face and he wobbled before stumbling towards her. His t-shirt was damp with sweat and his jeans were scruffed and well worn. Morrigan moved in a flash, holding up her dominate hand.
With a smirk, she watched as he clasped her hand in his and sank to the ground, his voice shaky. "Th.." he shivered suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he was bombarded with a wave of various images, most amorous in nature. With a gasp, his grip tightened on Morrigan's hand.
"Don't thank me yet." she said simply, before lifting her free hand to knock at the door. "John, be a lamb and open the door." There was an audible smirk when she used "lamb", and Morrigan would have clapped herself on the back, but decided not to. The young man was at her feet, curled into her dress as much as he could be. His eyes were cloudy and unfocused, and he had a half smile on his mouth.
Pulling her hand away from his, Morrigan gave him a pat on the head. "You poor thing." He had no idea what was about to happen.