"No, I can't think of any reason any of the male mages in the kingdom might be jealous of you," Maya remarked, doing her best not to smile. While he kept his head down on the magical aspects of life, he... had gained a different reputation. Maya didn't mind it, it really wasn't there business. Especially since the ones who crowed loudest (and least in tune) didn't really have a chance with any of the ladies in question.
"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."
"Well, if there's one thing I can say about all my sisters, it's that they do understand that much." They understood his magic and how he felt about green things, at least, if not the extent of what he had gone through in Gyongxe, or just how many ways it had messed him up.
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?"
"I don't understand how mages can really understand magic just from books. Without feeling it as connected to them as their fingers, their lips their..." she trailed off to let that concept linger to whatever body part(s) Briar wanted to think about, on whichever of the two mages in the room they were connected to.
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.
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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.