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Rosie ([personal profile] inasmithsyard) wrote in [community profile] 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:


Rosie
Spindle's End
[personal profile] inasmithsyard
Rosethorn
Circle of Magic
[personal profile] earthandpine
Briar
Circle of Magic
[personal profile] thornandmoss
Hadand
Inda
[personal profile] deheldegarthe
Charity
Dresden Files
[personal profile] charityandfaith
Molly (Rag Lady)
Dresden Files
[personal profile] veiledthreat
Karrin
Dresden Files
[personal profile] isgoodpeople
Maggie
Newsflesh
[personal profile] talesuntold
Chouji
Naruto
[personal profile] 16autumnroad
Neville
Harry Potter
[personal profile] mimbletone
Rue
Hunger Games
[personal profile] daisiesguardyou
Kitten
Tortall
[personal profile] skysung


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[personal profile] anythingwithstrings 2015-09-30 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
"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.