#sieverts

He’s a nebula spill, right off the fingertips, twice fed down the mouth— Her mouth. She's toying the idea of sucking on the digit with her lips pressed to his thumb-print. Her finger presses into his mid-palm. If she could hold his hand closer, she would.

Like fuse together close.

She could be closer all around. Parted at the knees to limb-fit easy into him, floating with him near the middle. It hardly feels like enough. She holds her mouth down. Her wet to the tip of him. Before it's falling off her bottommost lip to make room for a mouthful of words instead.

❛ I've never let anyone in my bathtime before. ❜

Maybe some lucky glance or two from the sideline. There's some past lover that might have lingered in a doorframe reading her a magazine expert that fed her Love-In ideologies. His name escapes her now. Captain Vought's eroded it from her temporal lobe. As in, how could she think of anyone else when he's around?

She turns into his hand now. Cheek into the hug of his palm. A playful bite-in. A warm kiss here, and there. Her thumb absentmindedly pets at his inner wrist.

All pulse-tension. All warm tenderness.

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you are so creative and talented and it shows in everything you do. the obvious is your captian vought, your remix/rewrite of soldier boy. which is perfection. but i also love your take on every character that you portray. and could spend hours talking to you about them and plotting. of course i can't forget to forget to mention the fact you are a great friend. who is so supportive and great to run creative ideas off of. i'm just really glad i get to rp with you.

the sound of a small beep signified a grand entrance, though, the hour of intrusion would technically be considered trespassing. Impetuous fingertips rushed a key card into her pocket and Allie gently slid open the door on floor 102. Classifieds.

Files along with various other documents were located merely a few floors above where the seven resided, and just below, the big office.

She was in the shit now.

The blonde was well aware that every action had a consequence. The consequence of a misuse like this? dire at best, murder for a potential baseline. The hope would be a quick release into the good night rather than a forceful hand ripping out her spine.

Tension shook at her bones deep beneath sun-kissed skin while Alice took in the first awing view of the hallway. Doors lined the corridor. A fluorescent light above dimly flickered, as if the floor itself had been forgotten and remnants of an old electrical problem still phased in and out.

fuck.

She'd never gotten so close before. Although determined, a seed of anxiety did wedge itself deeply inside of her hyperaware damned vessel of a body. The downfall of Vought would be her own. But, an eye for an eye - right? and she didn't care if she went blind.

Finally, nimble feet crossed the threshold of a door way that looked at least somewhat promising. Blonde tendrils were pulled up in a messy bun that sat lazily atop her head, too focused to worry about the tickle that the locks created at her neck and chest. She wrapped a cheap hair elastic around them and stuck a pencil through the curls to keep them in place and soon enough those impulsive fingers were rifling through a file cabinet that was unusually well taken care off, not a line of dust on it. Photos would be better than grabby, grubby hands and thievery considering the state. They'd notice the files were missing otherwise.

A slight tick of the clock in the room burrowed into her skull, infecting her ear canal with throbbing. If only she could remain blissfully unaware.

There's an addendum in her Bath of Light reasoning out in clarifying ringing how many ways she shouldn't invite the Dark in. But from her mouth to his, an equally sonorous sounding — a moan softens the in-between. It tastes like dusk. It takes like trahison des clercs.

It tastes like the chaste kiss of a once-boyfriend dying with him. A Sith is no sweet prince. But he's sweeter than she's had in years.

The kissback is a kickback to auld feelings and than a pour into newer-needs. Her lips slide against his. Her tongue toys the idea of giving him a Belarilian slip-in. Just a taste off the upper lip. Then she breaks it. That tastes like regret.

The green in her eyes seem greener when they look to his mouth before evoking some illusion of eye contact.

WANDA:

-- wanda fingers, up to mid way past the first knuckle, are jet black. like she's dipped her finger in black paint & smudged it. it's an indication/tell to anyone that at some point she's touched, interacted with, & done dark magic.

-- doesn't matter the verse, most times, wanda will always consider herself a mother. if she has the twins in a verse or not physically with her in her universe. it's not something she can let go or forget, because she knows what it feels like to love them.

-- wanda is actually . . such a loving person. there's nothing she wouldn't do for you . . even if that means having to take someone out to keep you safe.

IRULAN:

-- irulan has a bad nervous/anxious habit of picking at her nails. it's the one little anxious tic she can't seem to fully master in order to seem as stoic as possible. it's likely one of the only dead give aways that she is uneasy, anxious, or uncomfortable.

-- one of the only ways irulan ever expresses her true feelings or thoughts on something, if its her own personal thoughts/feelings/opinions & not something say in front of other people or in a council meeting as empress, she journals. she has stacks and stacks of journals full of these things. it's the things she can't say out loud in efforts to uphold this princess/empress stoic, together, unreadable image.

-- irulan does not hide her jealousy of chani very well at all. it may not always come across in words, though it does at times, but you can just see it on her face. in this specific glare or glance she gives thats sooo telling. but, underneath that you could see hurt as well.

CHANI:

-- chani has two hidden wrist blades inside her still suit. kinda like those you'd see in asassins creed. when she flex her arm/wrist a certain way, the blades shoot out. it's very good for close up combat or if her knife is somehow knocked out of her hand. it's saved her once or twice.

-- chani wears her larger water rings as bracelets while the others are used in her various braise hairstyles. more so in the time between/in messiah.

-- like the reverend mothers, i hc that chani has like some similar fremen tribal-like tattoos. specifically on her fingers, a bigger one down her skin, and i go back n froth if she has some on her face.