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Acts of Affection

It had been a calm morning so far, with neither of the two yet willing to wake up or, even more so unthinkable, leave their shared bed. And why should they? They had been blessed with a couple of days off from their respective work, being free to do as they pleased thus. And on this morning, that meant sleeping in and staying in bed, resting and relaxing in the calm of their bedroom.

Of course, last night it had still meant something entirely different, something much more active...

Which was, naturally, also the reason as to why these two were lying in bed without any clothes whatsoever as they slept soundly in each other’s embrace. And indeed, while they still preferred wearing something to bed usually, it was impressive just how comfortable they had already become in regards to being naked in the others presence, especially when one considered just how shy they both used to be in this regard...

And so they were lying there now, close to each other, with the Burmecian’s soft fur gently brushing against the Archer’s soft skin, both slumbering peacefully.

Both?

Well... not quite. For it appears that Maria had by now awoken slowly, and reveled in her beloved’s embrace, smiling happily as he still slept. She was comfortable in his arms, just as he felt comfortable near her, and for a good while, she’d just stay there, content and happy.

Eventually, she would however start to let her hand wander, down from the chest she had placed it against ever so gently, along his side, gently brushing over his pale gray fur as it went. She was taking her time, savoring the sensation as her hand continued, ultimately reaching it’s goal: The Burmecian’s rear.

First, she would just gently brush over it, chuckling contently as she did so. They had had quite a bit of fun last night, even trying out some new things they had read in a book. Things she was both curious about and had reservations about at the same time. So far however, she had indeed enjoyed them - well, most of them, anyway - so she couldn’t really complain.

Besides, the fact that her beloved could be so creative had always impressed her, and it was interesting to see said creativity flow into the bedroom as well...

She’d gently squeeze her dearest’s bum, wondering amusedly just what ideas he might still have in that head of his, and where they might lead them, before she allowed her hand to wander some more. It was almost as though she were petting his behind, at least until her fingers would glide higher once more, towards the base of his slender tail - and only miss it barely as they’d brush past. But surely, she’d get it when her fingers would glide lower again, and...

“Mmhm... are you looking for something, my love...?”

As the Black Mage’s voice sleepily rings out, Maria could feel her beloved’s tail softly brushing against her hip, teasingly remaining there even as she looked up at her beloved. Softly, she’d shake her head before she reached up, capturing her beloved’s lips in a gentle kiss.

“Good morning, Sceada...”

Winter & Holiday Starters

⛄️ – our muses build a snowman together

While she comfortable sleeveless, Beatrix was more than glad they had stopped at the local shop for the jacket.  Salamand was indeed festive for Christmas, and white with more than just a blanket of pure white snow.  Just what they were looking for.  With the airship, they were able to make it there before the day had passed.

“Coming here was a dazzling idea.  And it seems like we are not the only ones with a wish for snow,” Beatrix pointed out.  There were people all around.  Children, even adults, partaking in snowball fights, couples ice-skating, and the more adventurous were on their way to descend the mountain range.  As strange as it was, however, not a soul took advantage of building a snowman.

Until Maria suggested it.

Finding a place amidst the all the joyful chaos, the rebel and the general compiled clumps of delicate construction material.  Despite their hardened and military backgrounds, the two laughed and joked the entire time- be it from Beatrix’s’ accidental snow angel or both of their suggestions for what ‘trouble’ the two could find that evening in the town.  Soon, though, a very handsome snowman guarded the outskirts of Salamand.

The two looked over their not-so-hard work, assessing their creative skills.  (Or lack thereof.)  Eyes, check.  Nose check.  Arms, check...  

“He’s still missing something,”  she heard Maria say.  But looking their work over, Beatrix didn’t know what it could be.  As she stared at the snowman, she heard her rebel friend rustle about and begin to wrap something around the giant mass of snow.  Maria turned, satisfied with the outcome.  “There.”

She shook her head with a smile.  An eyepatch?

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It was always fun to surprise someone, especially with something as simple as a question. But it was not a question that she would have expected, given their interactions with one another, so far gone from the norm of what was discussed or talked about that it was as if he had blindsided her with the idea of something so mundane. 

And besides, it was a beautiful day.

“I suppose I don’t really look the part, do I?” He chuckled, shoulders rolling in a light shrug. “It really depends on my mood. Sometimes I enjoy a warmer drink, while other times I would want something a bit stronger.” Usually wanting something stronger, to be fair, but hot chocolate could be just as good at warming him up.

     When one had a lot of time on their hands, they sink to depravity, and listlessness.  So, what happens when one has an eternity to contemplate how useless existence was?  One could say regrets, even anger.  There was plenty for the painted madman who ascended to godhood to regret.  The first was not finishing the job in the colliery mines of Narshe.  

[Ambience: The Evil One]

    No.

     The plan was perfect---absolutely perfect.  Reclaim his most prized doll, and allow her to wreak havoc upon those who dared challenge him.  This would show them that his reign over the world would go unchallenged.  What Kefka had not counted on was the ethereal instability since he claimed the power of the Warring Triad to open ethereal tears to other worlds.

    No no no...!

     He was thwarted by the man with a scar on his face, and his friends from the other world.  He---along with that “pinhead” Locke were able to steal his precious doll yet again from his clutches.  Kefka refused to stand for that, which attributed to his current train of thought.

     No!  NO!  “NO!”

     That last “No” was spoken dialogue, and it echoed in the chamber.  Fingers curled onto his palms, drawing blood as Kefka seethed with rage.  So be it; if the do-gooders of his world would recruit champions from other realms, then he would bring others under the banner of chaos.  If they refused, then he would simply destroy them, just like everyone else that crossed his path.  They would all meet the same fate as Leo, and as Gestahl.  None would escape the God of Magic’s wrath.   The question was, who would he choose?  A thought that was lost in his growing tantrum.

     “She was mine.  She was mine!  How dare they make a mockery of me!  I will show them just who is in charge.  The laughing is going to stop.  Because now we’re going to play by my rules.”  The anger at last began to subside, and there it was again---the sadistic smile that had one voice only: to destroy everything.  All that was left was Kefka’s simper as he vanished to find his next target.

     “Heh...heh...heh.”     ~

OoC Addendum under the cut:

A war was raging and she was doing her best, and more than that she was trying to stay out of trouble and allow the people she cared for to do as they did; to take their risks and she believed in them being capable enough to do it... and yet, she was getting more and more anxious as each day passed and the amount of things they had to faced grew stronger and more bountiful. How much longer would they remain safe?

She had to find them (find him, save him) and make sure that everyone (from their world and without) would be safe. Sitting idle was no longer an option, and she knew there would be a mixture of relief and panic from both sides, but she lifted herself in the dead of night and stole through her glass tower of sorts to make her way out... to make her way to them.

Safe wasn’t an option anymore, because fortune favours the bold.