#lady-chatelaine

Troy steals it back and then some.

Keiran stared at the double bed in the room at the hot spring they were at. It wasn’t exactly a planned thing. In fact, it was supposed to only be a day’s excursion. Though the sudden downpour that flooded the only bridge out of the little time may have added a bit of change to their plans. 

Looking around, he glanced back at the closed doors the hostess had left behind only moments ago. Perhaps he could ask if they had a spare futon he could throw on the floor. He tried to keep his heart rate under control. The last thing he needed to was lose control over a little misadventure. “I’m not exactly the warmest person to sleep with….” Pale lips murmured as his gaze was still averted. 

To be so bold as to suggest sleeping in the same bed together, it was all he could do to contain his anxiety. What if he had a nightmare? What if he gave her frostbite? He’d never slept in the same bad as another person and with his luck, it would be disaster. 

Questions Often Left Unanswered: Mun Edition

9. What has been the biggest mistake you’ve made since you started RPing?

          -coughs uncomfortably-          One time --           -coughs even more uncomfortably-          One time I may have changed my muse because someone was so invested in an idea that I felt guilty trying to tell them no. Which only made the situation worse because I was writing what they wanted but it was so incredibly ooc but the person thought it was ic and I hated the thread and it just... it killed a lot of things in me that I still don’t have back.           Their muse was also super ooc but I was too new to the RP community to realize it until it was too late? And it was no longer this muse that I had come to like, but this horrible monstrosity of a self insert and I ended up dropping the thread and... and I dropped this really great and cool concept for one of my OCs (I only have two I bet you can’t guess which one) because every time I thought of it, I just remembered that situation and I just had to put it back in the box until the black stain that was that faded from it. 

          I’m actually only now bringing the idea back to him and it’s still awkward for me, but I like the idea too much to let it go completely.  I think I even have a tester thread right now with someone super sweet because I feel like I have to ease my way back into the idea.           Either way. Yes, that was the biggest mistake I have ever made and I refuse to do it again for anything. 

10. What’s something you really hate seeing on your dash that seems to be popular with almost everyone else?

          Cosplay. I hate seeing Starfighter cosplay. I honestly don’t know what it is about it that I fucking despise, but every time it’s not tagged and it comes up on my dash, I get so fucking mad because how dare I have to be subjected to this.            I won’t lie - I’ve seen some really good Starfighter cosplay -- but that doesn’t stop the bubbling anger within my soul from wanting to rip my eyes out.  I have some theories on why I hate it, but -loud shrugging-

11. What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing?

          Uhhhh??          People not cutting their posts - idk man, you’re taking up all this space on my dash and I love that you’re writing a lot, but pls stop          People changing their muse because they want to please you: if I think you’re doing this, I will call you out on it so fucking fast!!!!! If we’re plotting and I’m like “hahahaha and then maybe this thing happens and wouldn’t it be super cute if thIS HAPPENED??” and you nervously laugh along with me, but I can see it in your eyes that you’re only laughing because I’m laughing??? NO????????? It is ok if your muse doesn’t want to do that. That’s what plotting is for and it makes things fucking fun and interesting because you have to find a new way to get to the goal.           If someone comes to me and says, “hahaha it would be so cute if Hemera and [insert person here] were [insert a situation Hemera would never fucking agree to be in]” It’s not going to happen.          I will not change my muse for you - I hope you respect me enough to do the same. 

14. Without naming anyone specific, have you ever avoided someone simply because they RP with one of your RP partners? If so, why?

          No - this seems silly.  If one of my RP partners is RPing with someone, wouldn’t that mean they’re good? Or there is something about them that connects them to the person I obviously like so maybe I’ll like them too???           I want all of my friends to be your friends too. If anyone ever suggests a group chat - 9/10 times I’ll be like YES YES YES because I fuckin’ wanna share my friends with everyone. When it comes to friends, I’m a high key dog person. I want all of them to be happy and find all the plots and ships they can that will fulfill their OTP dreams.          So no I have never avoided someone simply because they RP with one of my partners and I would hope that if someone thought I would like interacting with their friend/RP partner they would suggest them to me??? Because share the fuckin’ fun ok. 

Keiran chuckled softly to himself as he leaned back in the chair. “You know it’s really unnecessary. I’m a florist, this has happened so often, I don’t even feel them anymore.” He watched in curious fascination as Jackie knelt before him, treating his punctured fingers and wrapping them carefully, her brow knit in concentration. “If you only knew how much I bled when I was Blue.” He teased, reaching out with his free hand and tugged on a violet strand. 

This is silly. All this fuss over one b-body... though it is s-strange that the autopsy shows that there’s n-no sign of any cause of death, natural or otherwise...

Fingers coated in a barely there layer of ice ghosted across the lips of the blindfolded girl. Smiling in satisfaction as the goosebumps jumped along her skin, knowing he was the cause for them. Tracing her lips, Keiran let his fingers trail casually down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone and trace the outline of her cleavage around the adorable little bra she was wearing, watching as the goosebumps on her skin became more pronounced. 

The soft little moans that escaped her pretty lips, curled his lips even further into a smile as he leaned forward, his breath puffing little clouds of winter as he opened his mouth to taste her skin. Shame she couldn’t wrap her arms around him like she probably wanted to do. When one’s hands are tied behind their back, it does make things difficult. But the sounds she was making….Keiran wanted to hear more of them, and louder. His teeth nipped at her skin as his fingers teased and pulled her bra aside. He wondered if she liked having her body played with this way…..

“KEIRAN!!!” The high pitched, excited voice caused the young man to start so suddenly, the coffee cup he’d had his fingers wrapped around rattled noisily. Looking up, he could see a very excited Jackie waving madly as she ran across the street. Glancing down, he wasn’t surprised to see the inside of his coffee cup had started to freeze. Letting go, he swiftly stood and met her halfway, quickly looking about. Yes it was the middle of the night and there weren’t many people around, but still, eyes were everywhere. 

When his phone had gone off at almost 4:30 in the morning, Keiran couldn’t fathom who it could be or what they’d even want. But when he saw a text notification from ~Lady~ on the screen, he’d somehow become instantly alert as he’d reached over and read the message. Unable to hide the small smile that tilted the corner of his mouth up, he sighed as he texted her back. She had just finished a show and was wondering if he was still up. Technically, yes, yes he was. So that was how he would respond. However he hadn’t expected the query of if he wanted company or not. And again, of course, he responded for her to come on over. At the same time, throwing back the covers and grasping at the clothes he’d tossed onto the chair the night before. 

Before he would ever consider himself ready, a small knock sounded at his door, almost as if she were changing her mind. Glancing around his small living room, he hoped that he’d cleaned up enough, not that there was much mess to begin with. Keiran did like to keep things tidy. Though as he was opening the door, he realized what he did forget was his hair. Sure that it was sticking out in all angles, he hoped she wouldn’t think him too sloppy as he welcomed the shy, smiling female into his home. 

That was all about an hour ago though. Moving slowly, Keiran lifted his legs and rested his feet on the wooden coffee table, barely breathing as he tried not to wake the sleeping girl in his lap. The tv was now muted, the movie they had been watching, played without attention. Frosted eyes stared sightless out the window into the darkness as his fingers played soothingly in violet layered tresses. He had covered her with a blanket earlier, when she had sworn she was fine, when she was even then, fading from consciousness. And now, here they were, the Lady, fast asleep with her head in his lap, curled up on his sofa under a white blanket, dreaming dreams he could only wonder about. And him, wondering how they had arrived at such a comfortable place with each other. Where she could trust him enough to fall asleep beside him, where she felt at ease texting him at all hours of the night. How she didn’t seem to mind the gentle touches, as if she knew his need to be reminded that he was indeed alive and not a ghost among the living.