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triangularity2015-01-17 04:27 pm
inasmithsyard) wrote in triangularity2015-01-17 04:27 pm
Open RP post!
I will add prompts or scenarios in comments, or feel free to come up with your own!
Currently up for grabs characters:
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All those hints at their earlier activities followed up by her lips on his hand distracted him momentarily from more serious concerns. Well, to be honest, Briar liked distracting himself from more serious concerns. That was why he had come home with Maya in the first place. Once his hand was out of the way, he leaned down for a slow, almost lazy kiss.
Some people might look askance at the idea of bells wanting anything, whether it's to ring or to help, but Briar was another ambient mage. Plants wanted things, and so did metal, stones, winds, and thread. His trees had to agree to be shaped, and he had to know the shape they wanted to grow in. They rebelled sometimes too, putting out too many new buds when they thought he wasn't paying attention, or leaning in to offer affection. "Of course they want to. And you tuck them into your instrument cases so people don't get a chance to meddle with what they assume couldn't possibly be a mage's kit." People are so used to academic mages they forget to watch out for the other kind.
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Maya enjoyed being distracting, nearly as much as being distracted. There's a thrill that comes from attention, the one she gets when she performs (magic or classical). She can't stay idle however, so even in a lazy kiss her hands are moving on his body to help keep track of him. She liked to assert herself, just a bit. Maya generally does not get kissed, she kisses, she enjoys it.
"It helps to remind people that those supplies are not toys. Especially the book types who don't believe what I do." Maya hummed a few notes at her bell and it repeated some words from the conversation. Her security was top of the line, it took her months to perfect that bit. The bells on her house kept an ear on things when she wasn't around. Hear what goes on in her home if anyone came in. But that wasn't the point, "I've tried to convince them they don't need to do that when I'm afraid, that they aren't helping. But they don't quite understand the subtle differences. Sometimes they do it before I get a chance to scream."
Maya couldn't hear her own song, her own magic. She was sure her workings could, and sometimes acted based on those shifts. Master Oh, back when Maya saw her more often, commented on the tone of Maya's magic and how it changed after... well, what stays the same anyway?
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She was a wonderful distraction. An enthusiastic participant, not at all passive. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like that in a woman. Her hands on him were welcome and reciprocated, his own running down Maya's back and tugging her body against his. Briar pulled away after a moment with obvious reluctance to continue their conversation.
He raised his eyebrows. Interesting magic was a way to distract him yet again even from just how good her lips and her hands felt on him. Briar's always had his priorities straight. "Impressive. You can get them to make sounds that no normal bell is capable of."
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Clearly she was too distracting, as her magic was keeping him from focusing on her, and she was keeping him from focusing on her magic. Maya drifted away, begrudgingly, and not without leaving a few kisses across any bit of skin before she was back in her seat, so he could explore the magical side of this, for the moment. If she felt she needed him to be distracted by other things she was sure it wouldn't take much work to manage that. "They were quite the puzzle to figure out. It's a matter of the right mix of my power, and the right materials for the bell itself. To make them imprint that way."
"I tried wooden bells first, they didn't quite like going against their nature," Metal was a bit more malleable for the task. She was fortunate the local forgemages were, well, very very good. "I've been trying to figure out a way to make this version of the bells something I can sell, but they need a lot of minding to parrot back words."
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"Carpentry mages might be able to do a little to help, but metal does stand up to more than wood does. The material shift seems sensible. Have you worked with my sister, Daja Kisubo, at all?" Leave aside the fact that there was no family resemblance there whatsoever. Briar would be the first to agree that Summersea's smith mages were excellent. Considering he lived under the roof of one of the best, he'd better agree.
"I guess bells are as stubborn as some of my trees. They keep putting out new buds when they think I'm not looking. I wouldn't want them with anyone who wasn't a capable gardener."
Speaking of his own magic, there was a hint of mischief in Briar's grin when he told her, "You probably already know what you're hearing with my magic, you just haven't connected the stories with me yet." Goodness knows he and his foster sisters had been the talk of Emelan for awhile, especially after they got their medallions so young.
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"I don't think its stubborn so much as impulsive. Their natural state is to be loud, and to make one noise. Training them not to is easy, but keeping them from decided to do it again is a bit more complicated. Bells want to ring." Much like a dog wants to bark, you can train them not to but sometimes they get all excited. And you scold them, and they feel really bad about it. Then they'll do it again. "I might need a new vessel for the charm, bells are a bit too impulsive. But I'm not quite sure what will imprint as well."
Maya eyed the boy and his devilish games. Her ear for magic was very good, so if she checked she'd know where she's heard some of the songs before. One crashed loudly, the tune erratic and wild and felt... not unstable but difficult to control. The second matched the tune in her bells, that was clearly Daja's magic. Then there was the tune in his tunic, and... she heard it in the clothes of Duke Vedris the one time she saw him, years ago. "You're one of those four. The ones that have half the mages in the kingdom jealous? Including my sister. She'd hate it if I knew any of you, and I've met two."
Maya's smirk grew a little more playful, "And know one." Which meant exactly what you think it meant. She may have been thinking about before they went to sleep, and after they went to bed right now. Why weren't they doing that right now?
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"What kind of power does your sister have, that she'd be upset about you knowing me? And you could get to know me better if you like."
Just like Maya, Briar wasn't talking about conversation here.
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"She's been groomed to go to Lightsbridge since as early as I can remember. Before I held my first cello bow. She's also very adept at all sorts of swordplay because nothing is beyond her ability. Except singing." Maya found it a point of pride she could do the only thing her sister couldn't. That all the time preparing her for schooling in magic, Maya managed to do naturally like breathing. "And she just doesn't understand how mages like us function, the ones that feel things. Ones that make all the academic all bunched in the breeches. That and she doesn't like the idea of me knowing anyone."
They were sisters, and Maya was the baby of the pair. It made sense that Katie did not appreciate that Maya had grown past childish thing, mostly. And as for Briar's offer... "I have been wondering why we've been in this drafty old kitchen, when there's a nice warm bed upstairs. With sheets that are very comfortable against bare skin."
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But he'd seen enough of stuffy academic mages that he could imagine how uncomfortable it might be growing up with one for a sibling.
"You make a very compelling argument," Briar conceded, stepping closer and sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt to pull her toward him, running them up her back. Sheets might feel nice against bare skin, but not nearly as nice as Maya's skin felt. He leaned in to kiss her neck, pulling away reluctantly. Briar reached for Maya's hand. "Shall we?"
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She let out a soft breath, to show how she enjoyed a brush of lips on her neck and a hand under her clothes. Even if it wasn't doing anything too indecent. Well, at this particular moment, in any case. Her hand moved to rake through his hair as he embraced her. Although not forceful enough to keep him there, even if the idea crossed her mind.
When he reached for her hand Maya casual stepped back towards the stairs, and out of his reach. She hummed a gentle series of notes, light in the air and carrying a bit of her magic to them. She didn't do much, nothing different from the effects of an aphrodisiac or a gentle massage to relax the body. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and in a single motion pulled the garment off, and dropped it to the floor.
Wearing only a wicked little smirk on her lips, and nothing else, she took two small steps back toward the stairs, eyes watching Briar, before turning to run up them toward the bedroom.