Olivia 'Echo' Nystrom

Mistress | Siren | 600

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Naturally, Olivia caught sight of that soft, subtle smile and she can only assume the reason for it. He’d seen her too, no doubt. The both of them were far too observant. He was right about that one, she is many things. Naive certainly isn’t one of them. But she distracted with that breath he releases, the words that follow earn a certain little knit of her brow. “I wouldn’t… It’s not as simple as all that. But of course you have. Already got your eyes on a little harem, mm? Just like old times.” As if she hadn’t revealed too much, Tsk. She continues on, setting aside spare thread and wiping the stitched wound down before she places a bandage over it.

She pulls herself up to sit back down next to him, leans back and crosses her legs once she retrieves her glass. “Oh, you must. You were going to cook for me, were you not?”

Originally posted by shelbyshouseoffandoms

Uriel was happy to loose sight of that forsaken stab wound, ready to put those who did it behind him..for now, anyway. Because if he ever saw any of them in here..well, let’s just say he would give no fucks about whatever was around his neck or what happened afterwards. No, he would swing that blow and not stop until he was pinned down to the ground. But back to that blond bombshell, shall we? “I mean..you guys have got yourselves quite the storage down there, don’t you? I’ve always loved playin’ my cock is bigger than yours.” Or who’s boss, in other words. He simply must be the only slave to see the appeal.

The wolf turned his head in the siren’s direction as she took the empty spot beside him and placed his hand on one of her knees, lightly stroking it with his thumb.. “You’re right I was..” he whispered, waiting some precious seconds to slightly slid that same touch a little bit higher, insinuating. “..maybe later?”

[liv-echo]

Olivia was still well aware just how that old wolf could get, and that was probably precisely why she shot him look she does now. Of course a stab wound would hardly deter the man. He'd start swinging even now, if the mood struck him. Her attention, however, is easily drawn elsewhere. Particularly towards the hand that oh-so casually finds it's way along her knee. She chooses to ignore the way she rather naturally leans towards, and quirks a playfully challenging brow instead. "And what pray tell, do you suggest we occupy ourselves with in the meantime~...?"

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Feldrurth was a little taken aback by the other and her lack of clothing, the dragon cleared her throat and simply shook her head “Nothing too much of concern, I had merely misplaced one of my gold earrings, I had figured it had been dropped up passing your home and merely wanted to inquire if you had come across such an item?” she asked in a softer tone than was normal for her. The dragon couldn’t help how anxious she was over the loss of any form of gold in her treasure, no matter how small.

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[liv-echo]

Olivia admittedly gave a short pause as the woman spoke, before cause resubmerging to her shoulders all the same. None too concerned. Though she's thoughtfully pursing her lips once more. Feldruth's request seemed plausible enough. Perfectly possible, of course people lost this and that all there time. It had just been so random. Everything had been so quiet, she hadn't noticed there elder until she was right there. "Mn...I can't say---.." Before light recognition lights up bright eyes, "Actually, I may have! One of my little feline friends came upon them. I left them on that table just there if you'd like to take a look~?"

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Walking through the corridors and halls of the council Atlas placed his hand in his suit pocket. Clearly comfortable with his place inside the walls. He’d already had quite a bit of business to deal with as the new elder for the fallen angels. Honestly he hated the whole..fallen aspect of the name and as he wandered in thought about what to do to change that label he nearly bumped right into Olivia. A slow smirk spread against his lips at the acknowledgement of the other Mistress. “My, you are a sight for sore eyes Olivia, darling.” The Angel stated in his smooth British accent. “I love the emerald color, really brings out your eyes,” Atlas smiled at the women, “Now, what brings you to council?”

[liv-echo]

Olivia seemed to spend a lot of time at home, these last couple of weeks. She couldn't quite put the finger on as to why that was either. So she had rather simply forced herself into a proper dress-- an emerald green, silky, flowy thing, and wanders on out. She had just as few answers as to why she had managed to land herself in the halls of the council just now. Curiousity mostly. Curiousity momentarily put to a pause, when she just barely manages to avoid running solidly into the body suddenly in front of her. Pretty little hands are up to catch herself, before she recognizes the accent much like her own. "My~...Atlas, darling, hello. Aren't you sweet?" She picks up a fold of emerald fabric and twirls it just so. Just to chuckle lightly and give a great big shrug, "Honestly? I was just wandering a little aimlessly. Seems I nearly ran you right over, huh?"

[darlingdormer]

[liv-echo]

👀- Muse saw you naked on accident - (whichever muse of mine you would like)

To be fair? Olivia really hadn't been expecting a guest. She actually didn't receive as many as some would think. She hadn't even given much thought to the fact that her hot tub was outside. So yes, technically? Someone could happen upon her, at some point. She was in full lounge mode, ala naturale. Facemask on, loose blonde curls clasped atop her head. She still has the full to look surprised. "Well... Fancy meeting you here. Something I can be of assistance with?"

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Not that the siren would admit to as much aloud, but perhaps even her attention was drawn with that subtle shift of the wolf’s knees. Where her mind wanders just then? Who knows. But she’s thoughtfully nipping the corner of a plush bottom lip, before she’s quick to get right back to work. That’s just one path of thought she doesn’t need as a distraction. It’s relatively quick work, even if it’s actually been quite some time since she’s had to stich anyone up.

She still manages to do away with the contents of her own glass at what she’d call, a healthy rate. It’s more of a comfortable silence than she’d have originally imagined. Situation withstanding. How many times has she done this before? She probably would’ve lost count. She snaps out of her reverie, bright gaze darting to meet his, with the fingertips that brush that wild loose curl back behind her ear. She leans into it just so, before she catches herself but she moves on all the same. The question send to surprise her some, she pauses after she closes off a stitch. “Mm, I wouldn’t say … This place could be any place honestly. I just needed– I don’t know. I needed some peace. Bit of a vacation. But it’s not that simple. I didn’t come here to find myself a pet, if that’s what you’re wondering.” A light chuckle, before she continues, “I feel more in control here. How I feel, can really matter. I don’t know how to word it without sounding foolish.”

Originally posted by shesnake

Uriel observed that leaning in of hers at the touch of his fingers and didn’t stop himself from smiling at it, subtle..of course. He didn’t want to screw any of his progress there. The siren was many things but naive wasn’t one of them, after all. She would know he was cooking something. As she did finish stitching him up, however, he let go off a breath he had been holding and focused on her words, furrowing his eyebrows. “You like this place because it makes you feel like you matter?” the wolf huffed in a whispery tone. “I wasn’t aware I did such a poor job as a husband. But hey, I get it..I’ve already thought about what I would do if I was in your position here.”

He had always fancied the pack-life best, though. More so than playing a part in that whole society. No, Uriel needed to feel like he was the boss of his own tiny domain and not just an engine piece..but he wouldn’t turn his back on the possibilities here either. “That all being said. Mind if I crash here for a couple of hours? I could use a warm shower.”

[liv-echo]

Naturally, Olivia caught sight of that soft, subtle smile and she can only assume the reason for it. He'd seen her too, no doubt. The both of them were far too observant. He was right about that one, she is many things. Naive certainly isn't one of them. But she distracted with that breath he releases, the words that follow earn a certain little knit of her brow. "I wouldn't... It's not as simple as all that. But of course you have. Already got your eyes on a little harem, mm? Just like old times." As if she hadn't revealed too much, Tsk. She continues on, setting aside spare thread and wiping the stitched wound down before she places a bandage over it.

She pulls herself up to sit back down next to him, leans back and crosses her legs once she retrieves her glass. "Oh, you must. You were going to cook for me, were you not?"

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“Do you enjoy games?” The words slip out between pours of expensive liquor as she fills two shot glasses practically to their brims, the faint scent of tequila lingering in the air before the bottle is re-corked. “I learned a rather fun one recently. I believe it’s called drink or strip, which is fairly straightforward, but I’ll explain the rules anyway. Each of us asks the other a question of any sort and the person answering must do so truthfully. If one of us refuses to answer, we must either take the shot or remove an article of clothing.” Without awaiting an agreement, she pushes forward one of the filled glasses. “You may ask first.”

[liv-echo]

Olivia watches with open amusement as the other woman fills those two shot rather impressively full. It's a thoughtful, equally amused hum as she listens to Mila explain the rules of this game of hers. It's an arch of her brow as one of the glasses is rather smoothly pushed closer to her, " I do, but I think perhaps in today instance, since you suggested? You should go first. You know, lead not example and all that." A light, naturally playful smile quirks her lips then, "Ask whatever you're little heart desires, I'm not shy~."

[dontlookme-intheeyes]

“This weather…” Sabine huffed, wrapping her huge white fur coat tighter around herself, the woman almost looking like a bear as she stood looking up the sky, as always wearing her sunglasses “I cannot stand it, it makes me miss Greece direly, it has a much better temperature for my kind…” she mused, slipping on white leather gloves and hugging herself- the Gorgon elder looking almost like an ice queen from a story book.

[liv-echo]

Olivia has been inwardly griping about the change in weather in that very same moment, actually. The spring and summer time were always where she thrived most. She was currently bundled up in a dark plush jacket and scarf tucked up to her chin. She can't help but chuckle lightly when the woman just ahead speaks such similar thoughts aloud. "It's really something isn't it? I heard it may start snowing just next week." She grumbles lightly, her accent a soft purr despite the displeasure in her tone. It's a soft chuckle all the same, a playful little scrunch of her nose, "Wonderful news, don't you think?"

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Having nightmares wasn’t fun. Neither was waking up from them –and Daniel, well, let’s just say that he hadn’t taken nicely to them. As he sat on his cot, the male kept his sight focused on the cell across from him, not sure how long Harlow had been gone for, and let his mind flow..trying to cool down from his sweating. Lower his heart rate somehow and start to get back in touch with reality.

Speaking of– “What do you want?”

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[liv-echo]

There's one the siren could certainly relate to. She found herself regularly plagued with them to this day, as it were. To this particular night, actually. She was wandering now for that very reason; bundled in her robe and night gown and bright eyes wary with her lack of sleep. It's an odd spot to take a stroll, but as such was no less fact. It wasn't really as if she was looking to be take anyone home, necessarily. She just needed out for a second. She's only snapped out of her reverie by someone's voice breaking the silence, just beside her.

"Oh, I-- I haven't woken you, have I...?"

[voodooadiya]

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Somehow it still manages to surprise the siren, how quick that sense was. She really probably didn’t even have to knock on that door. He seems to know in just about that same exact moment. It’s still a surprised litt ok e breath when the door swings open. A soft chuckle and upturn if that pout of hers, at Asriel’s greeting. She playfully pouts just to hum lightly and slip inside. “And you’re just as excited to see me, no~? How was that trip of yours?”

“Naturally I am, you should know me well enough by now to remember that I’m rather aloof in my ways” He hummed and then gave her a wink “My trip was eventful, I can say that much, I at least managed to track my weasel of a hound back to the city- which is where I knew that he would end up eventually” He mused, almost proud of being to catch Ares like he had. “And yourself, I trust your duties haven’t been too taxing on you?”

[liv-echo]

Olivia playfully scrunches her nose up at the man, with the wink he throws her way. A soft chuckle, and she's humming her acknowledgement all the same. "Oh, of course, darling dear. But that certainly doesn't mean I can't tease you a little, don't you think?" It's a thoughtful little hum of her own as he continues, a little furrow of her brow in the same. She clicks her tongue against the back of her teeth, and chuckles, "Rowdy little things, aren't they? Which one is yours again?" She continues her casual saunter through and into his kitchen, with a dramatic little sigh. "Oh no, it's been frightfully quiet actually. Though I've ran into a bit of a blast from the past recently. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it just yet.. But I won't bore you with that~."

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Truthfully, Olivia would have been more surprised had the wolf looked away when he had been caught. Would have been far more out of character for sure. He’d always had a thing for that ass, anyway. It would have been just as uncharacteristic for her not to play with him a little, right? It’s another little playful roll of those blues, before she’s seated next to him again. Perhaps this was part of some grand scheme, and maybe that’s smart in itself. But it’s nice to feel a little at ease. Even if it’s with your estranged husband… Who’s now a slave. Who needs stitches. Baring that no mind!

Once she’s seated though, she comes to another little realization. Sitting next to him just isn’t going to be the right angle. She quirks an amused brow quietly when the wolf actually takes that time to situate a towel. Tsk, thoughtful. It’s another amused hum as she rather gracefully slides to her knees, needle and thread in hand. “Think about your happy place, hm?” She teases lightly, in the same instant, moving through with that initial piercing of flesh. Ouch.

Originally posted by nataliedormersource

Uriel looked down at the siren’s sudden change in posture, unable to stop the little smirk from curling along his lips. Long time since he had seen her kneeling. Much less in front of him. And well, let’s just say he had always been fond of that view, his knees shifting apart from eachother in just the slightest to allow some more room. “That ain’t gonna be hard at all..” he said and readied himself, feeling his teeth sink into his bottom lip once the needle pierced through his flesh.

Watching her work from there was a piece of cake. Not that it didn’t hurt like a motherfucker..because it did, but to someone like him..that was completely bearable. He shifted a hand, capturing a strand of unruly hair before it slid to her face, and brushed it beneath her ear..ever so tempted to get a feel of that silk-smooth skin of hers. “May I ask what you like about this place?” he mumbled ever so casually.

[liv-echo]

Not that the siren would admit to as much aloud, but perhaps even her attention was drawn with that subtle shift of the wolf's knees. Where her mind wanders just then? Who knows. But she's thoughtfully nipping the corner of a plush bottom lip, before she's quick to get right back to work. That's just one path of thought she doesn't need as a distraction. It's relatively quick work, even if it's actually been quite some time since she's had to stich anyone up.

She still manages to do away with the contents of her own glass at what she'd call, a healthy rate. It's more of a comfortable silence than she'd have originally imagined. Situation withstanding. How many times has she done this before? She probably would've lost count. She snaps out of her reverie, bright gaze darting to meet his, with the fingertips that brush that wild loose curl back behind her ear. She leans into it just so, before she catches herself but she moves on all the same. The question send to surprise her some, she pauses after she closes off a stitch. "Mm, I wouldn't say ... This place could be any place honestly. I just needed-- I don't know. I needed some peace. Bit of a vacation. But it's not that simple. I didn't come here to find myself a pet, if that's what you're wondering." A light chuckle, before she continues, "I feel more in control here. How I feel, can really matter. I don't know how to word it without sounding foolish."

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