#bytheseaau

[youcannotaffordme]

At first it might seem their transaction is to be no different from any other day, and it might not be a surprise -- pirates don't generally celebrate the holiday (and why would a patron celebrate his escort?). Nonetheless as he rises with boots freshly pulled on, he is careful to mask the hand that dips into his pocket, that masks the silver chain he cups in his palm as he takes her hand to kiss her fingers goodnight. ' Happy heartseekers', he murmurs against her flesh, before taking his leave.

When the light from the large windows finally warms her enough to bring her to wake, she rises with a yawn and a question--was it a dream? She had imagined her Admiral’s lips grazing her fingers, his voice low and soft reaching her ears as sleep tugged at the edges of her mind. She had thought, too, that she had asked him not to go, though it seemed the latter was very clearly confirmed to have been her imagination. But the former...

She felt something in her palm and curiously she unravelled her fingers to reveal what could have been kept inside. The chain was beautiful; simple, but elegant, and it brought her to smile so hard her cheeks began to hurt. It was a delight to receive gifts, as always, but even the Queen was aware of what this special day was. 

(It made her even happier to realize that not all of what she had remember had been fake.)

[youcannotaffordme]

Possessively curls around. Buries face into smol stomach.

From her lips sounded a trill of laughter, brought about from the tickling sensation of her lover’s face against her flesh. As always, her hands found their place in his hair and around his shoulders, clinging to him as he did to her.

“My dear,” she hummed, curling her body so that she could lay kisses to his crown. “Is something the matter?”

@garencrownguard

[youcannotaffordme]

The Admiral is busy. Far too busy to give audience for little more than gifts. So it's only a box the Queen finds upon their bed (its accompaniment will arrive in a few hours, once they're out of sight of land). Inside the box however, is red silk. The straps are sheer, soft, the kind that might slip from the shoulders with a mere breath. It is floor length but not cloying, fitted but breathable. Everything a Queen should have from her King (even if occasions to wear it are few and far between).

She dons the dress immediately.

It feels as if it was made for her - she has no doubt it was, and the notion makes the corners of her lips turn up in a small, flattered smile. The bodice hugs her in all the right places, the straps feeling feather-light upon her shoulders. The silk of the dress’ skirt cascades over her wide hips and to the floor, rippling as she walks from the bed and to the full length mirror to admire her appearance. 

She’s torn momentarily between keeping her hair up in its signature buns, if only because the ‘do shows off her nape and shoulders, but ultimately she decides to leave it down in waves of orange. The length is long enough to reach the middle of her back, and she turns to look at her side in the mirror and decides she resembles a flame.

The ensemble is pretty, as is she, and she knows that after the Admiral is done his duties for the day that it’d be a nice treat for him to set his gaze upon when he returns to their quarters. So she crosses the cabin again to lay upon the bed, her hair splaying around her in a ginger halo. She’ll wait there for him, falling in and out of sleep until he’s returned to take a gander at his gift to her.

[youcannotaffordme]

[ also garen obviously. ]

[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:

How interested they are in having sex with them:"As long as he is interested, I am interested.”

If they would rather bottom or top them:"For a nice change, perhaps top - to see the Admiral’s face when I take charge gives me great pleasure, though I would not mind assuming my usual position as the bottom.”

How good they think they would be:"I know that he is quite skilled already.”

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:”Anywhere with the Admiral is fine with me. I like it on our bed together, but - there are times when we want to be a bit reckless, and do not always make it to the bed.”

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: ”...I would say that, ah - any of the options would be fair game...”

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:“I would prefer not to share. I am a possessive woman, as are all the women of Zaun. The Admiral is as much mine as I am his.”

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:“But of course - it is already something that has become a part of my lifestyle as of late.”

[youcannotaffordme]

is being very tetchy with his crew. they think it's cause he isn't getting any. its actually because his giant candy floss heart is being rAINED ON BY THE ABSENCE OF HIS BAE

[ I AM HERE NOW ]

[youcannotaffordme]

is in his cabin, weeping over the pickle jars that surround him that he cannot eat because in the absence of Valentina's rippling biceps, he cannot open them

[ EHE ]

[youcannotaffordme]

these are v.ic asks as you can tell

[ I know I know 1000% ic ]

[youcannotaffordme]

TWOOOO AN BE AS BAD AS ONE but lbr bb you and me is all we need amirite

[ BAE.. ]