Baron didnât think this night would come. But here he was-with Kai. Kai was....nice enough despite her quirks. The hunter didnât think shifters were all that scary anyhow. He sighed as he picked up the drink. Baron looked at the alcholic beverage.Â
â hello darkness my old friend ⌠â Baron turned to see Kaiâs judging eyes on him. âI donât get wasted often so this a special drink.â He raised his glass. âTo us.âÂ
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â itâs a bird! itâs a plane! itâs ⌠me, trying to outrun my feelings. there i go. â ( iris + heph pls and thanksies )
Heph stared at the now rainbow-colored forge. Maybe he should have asked to talk outside. He ran his fingers through his hair. Unsure what to say. âSo.....how is that working out for you.â He asked sarcastically. He shook his head.Â
âJust talk it out-I know Kai can be....âHeph paused. She was his best apprentice but even he can tell shes âStubborn but she is a great listener.â Heph nodded. âJust promise me youâll at least try instead of making my forge your next gallery?âÂ
He rubbed her shoulder. âI wouldnât have anyone else be my daughter by law.âÂ
Nova wasn't really aware how much of a magic she was to people. If you told her she was a newly tapped witch at that moment, she would simply rationalize that she was possessed by a demon. There was so much confusion about her own prowess. That made her suspectible to others she wasn't aware of. Nova was sweeping the steps of the Abe Household, her grandmother's robes and hair flowing in the wind. There was an innocent look when she saw Kai, unaware of the danger.
"I'm sorry but my father is out." Nova said not bothering to look up. "Do you want me to leave a message."
"This time...this time I don't wanna' break your heart not that I did before but shit - you know, Kai, you know this isn't me. I'm not the type to do relationships. I kiss you and what? Boom you're my girlfriend? The shit doesn't even sound right coming out of my mouth." Jesse runs a frustrated hand through his raven-colored locks in the midst of his rant, but brown orbs never leave hers. He was always a stickler about these things. Relationships, dating, love. All of it gave him a bad taste but strangely not so much when envisioning these things with Kai. She understood him on a level no one else had before and that alone scared him more than he would ever admit. "It's not that I don't want to. I just don't know if I'm capable of not fucking this up. I don't know how to be that guy."
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cerby x any || â woo! shake it! shake it! yeah! shake that bubble butt! â
Cerby looked at Kai and then at himself. âAre you sure I can shake it.â Kai smiled and pushed Cerby on the dance floor. âYou are such a tall man, you can do it if you put your mind to it.â Cerby went on the dance floor.Â
He started to dance what would be the modern equivalent of the Macarena. Kai was cheering in him on. Cerby smirked and began to breakdance.Â
âGo Cerby! Go Cerby!â The dance floor yelled as he continued to dance. He took Kaiâs sunglasses and smirked. He winked at everyone.Â
the great mulloy bake-off || maintenance punishment
WHO: @mahalokahale
WHAT: Margaux delivers her maintenance punishment.
WHERE: Where else? Margauxâs penthouse.
WHEN: 27 August 2019; Early Afternoon
WATCH OUT: Baking
Kai is escorted to Margauxâs penthouse by her usual contingent of guards, and he sees that she is busy arranging ingredients on the enormous marble kitchen isle of her equally enormous kitchen.
She explains that this will be an exercise in both restraint and patience. Speak unless you are spoken to.
At her prompting, Kai provides his safe word ( âItâs âMary Berryâ, Goddessâ) and limits (the exercise thankfully does not encroach them), and it is revealed that all Kai needs to do is sit calmly, and quietly, and only speak when spoken to.Â
Simple.
If he does not comply, there are consequences.
Margaux then says she intends to make some Amish Soda Bread--a recipe she found upon some cursory googling of the Great British Bake-Off.
She sets out to making the dough, following along with a recipe displayed on a propped up iPad Pro. Immediately, itâs evident that the CEO is not a very good baker. The flour is the wrong type, the yeast is added to a mixture not of the correct temperature, and when it comes time to put the dough in the fridge to prove it, Margaux only sets the timer for 30 minutes.
Kai squirms uncomfortably, and speaks without preamble:Â âYou need to prove the bread for a lot longer than that.â
Without another word, Margaux reaches into the pocket of her apron, producing a leather switch. âPants down, on all fours.â
Five quick swats are delivered in succession to his bare cheeks, and back up onto the stool he goes.
âIf I need your help, I will ask for it. Otherwise, recall: exercise restraint.â
But already, the burly submissive is sweating with nerves. Not for his safety; the swats arenât that bad, honestly.
He frets for the fate of the dough that has been pulled from the fridge FAR too early, and positioned for entry into the over.
Margaux pauses for a moment, however, looking at the temperature gauge.  â325? At 45 minutes? Ugh. Who has time for that?â She turns to face Kai, clearly addressing him, âIf I turn it to 500, itâll be done in 10 minutes, yes?â
Kai, who has begun lightly hyperventilating at the question, shakes his head.  âNo, Goddess. Itâll burn.â
Margaux canât help but shoot back a look of utter confusion, and she notices him relax as she lifts her hand off of the temperature dial.  âGood boy.â She says.
By the time the 45 minute passes, with no further interjection from Kai, the bread is removed from the oven. Itâs...not good. At all. But Kai is certain to offer the Domme his best restrained smile as he chokes down a single bite.
Luke was just trying to find some potato chips. Thatâs all he wanted. Luke paused when he saw the pork rinds. He couldnât help but laugh. âWho still eats that shit,â Luke said aloud, unaware of the footsteps. âIt doesnât even taste like bacon.â
