#relaxdarrling

Corrine woke in the early morning alone in bed, she noticed that almost instantly. Her head had been moved onto the soft pillows and she’d been tucked into the sheets and blankets but her lover was not there. She opened her eyes and rubbed them, looking around the room to find it empty. Corrine frowned as she pulled herself from the bed, taking the sheets with her until she could locate all her clothes and begin dressing for the day. 

Corrine was feeling strange today. Not unwell or sick or moody but strange none the less. Every thought she had seemed to bring up memories of her time with Kol, particularly her more intimate memories. She found herself reliving those moments and going off into daydreams as she wandered through the class, fetching and carrying. She had this tight feeling in her stomach that seemed to grow and burn whether she caught a glimpse of her lover, catching his eye once or twice. Corrine was starting to wonder if she was turning into some sex obsessed deviant. It wasn’t until the late afternoon that she found a chance to actually talk to him, well talk was probably the wrong word. As soon as they were alone, she pulled Kol by the arm into an empty side room and kissed him, not bothering with any greetings. She had to be back to work soon but she needed a taste of him before then and tonight. 

@relaxdarrling Freya had been absent as of late, she'd had a handful of young Angels to work with. Sadly none of them showed much potential, but they were all sweet innocent little things. She had seen Elijah in passing, & he'd grumbled something about his True Vessel's Wife, & a Demon who had taken control of her. He was clearly cranky, & knowing how he sometimes got, she figured a visit to Kol was in order. He too had been given some Angels to work with, & she'd heard one of them had a rather remarkable talent. So, without waiting for an invitation (or a flurry of heated words from Elijah & Kol), she went to visit the young Archangel. She rested against the doorframe, watching Kol for a moment before he knew she was there. Finally she spoke up, "So, I hear you've got a talented one, hummm?" She grinned.

In a blink, Sofya was beside him, grabbing his hand and twisting, hard, on his wrist.  “That doesn’t belong to you.”  she told him coolly.  Her gaze met his, holding steady.  “You can carry the bag without prying, or you can give it back to me and go.”

Sofya tried to not roll her eyes.  The only change in her expression was a slight pursing of her lips.  “My hand is fine, but you can take this.”  she replied, thrusting a large duffle bag toward him.