#virginnie

Send "Oooh, mama." for sender to walk in on receiver in skimpy lingerie!

(Accepting! Image under the cut.)

Rarely did Gin wear a bra, unless she wanted to surprise her partner with some sexy lingerie. Like tonight. She was adjusting the straps on the bottoms as Thane walked in behind her and spoke. "Take it tha' means y'like it?" Gin smirked at him as she turned. "Wus s'posed t'be a s'prise fer y't'find after takin' m'other clothes off."

She rested on her dresser now, leaning back on her hands as she watched the man. "Bu' ah s'pose this works, too. S'prise, love~..."

( @anaughtythane )

Thane is incredibly confused as he is lifted immediately up, as he realizes the small amount of effort it takes in her movements, and blushes bright red.

What would their kids be like? (Accepting!)

Mebh Eirunn Ash-Eirstaer

(MAYV air-UHN)

“Mebh,” Irish: She who intoxicates

“Eirunn,” Norse: Based on a compund word, derived from Eir (Norse goddess of helaing) and -run (secret knowledge)

Female.

Hair color: black, but with more of a red/brown undertone unlike Gin’s blue/black.

Eye color: green, but slightly brighter than Thane’s.

Body type: I like to call it “if Gin weren’t malnourished as a child.”

Personality: Feisty, sassy, but caring. Loves nature and animals, much like her mother, tries to do the right thing in every situation much like her father. Very much “my dad could but won’t beat up your dad (without just cause), but my mom might eat his face because he looked at her funny.”

Special talents: Trained in various forms of weaponry by both parents, she prefers melee weapons to ranged. Thane has been training her in healing magics, and Gin has been teaching her how to use them on the animals. She’s also a budding artist

Scent Related Headcanons (Accepting!)

“Green.” She seemed finished speaking before remembering not everyone smelled colors. “Oh, uh…‘green’-scented thin’s’re usually…calmin’, t’me. As such, people ah care fer usually smell sligh’ly green.

“Charli smelled like…like an earthy green. ‘Erbs, dirt, iron from ‘er cauldron, soot from ‘er fire. She smelled like ‘ome.” Gin touched the vine wrapping around her left arm as she spoke, eyes gazing into the middle distance.

“You -” she shook herself back to present, pausing to inhale Thane’s scent, eyes closing - “smell like an emerald green t’me. Sword oil, metallic from th’armor y’wear, Ligh’ magics tha’ cling t’ya. Y’also smell like ‘ome t’me.”

He has drawn her in the ball gown he met her in. Her face surrounded by stars. Her back, with each symbol, and drawing out each symbol with their translation and details, clearly trying to understand the tattoo.

(( @thaneirstaer: Well you know I had to))

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Gin just kind of…melts as he speaks, smiling softly and leaning into him. “Only fer you, m’love.”

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