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[songsofbloodandfire]

#21: Crunch

(It’s a very short one this time around. This prompt and I didn’t get along despite me having a clear idea of what I wanted. Brem belongs to @eyesofsteelandsky and Del to @delestadorel. Vaguely NSFW for light BDSM elements.))

Getting ‘picked on’ was par for the course for A’sana in the home she shared with her mates and tonight was no different. Playful teasing had given way to lust heated shows of dominance which had then had turned into something much more intimate. The play was something Sana welcomed, enjoying the moments spent at the tender mercies of her mates. 

She’d been stripped of clothes and glasses and was currently tied to the foot of the bed in a rather compromising position. With a limited view of the world and no ability to break herself free of the leather bonds holding her in place, the only thing she could do was wait while Brem went about finishing up whatever preparations she was making. Really, being kept in place like that was a bit of the fun for her, adding anticipation and increasing her excitement for the attentions she knew were to come. 

The heavy stomp of boots let her know that Del was moving about, though all she could see were glimpses of movement out of the corner of her eye. A bit of shuffling of cloth and the muted sound of something light plopping onto the plush rug around the bed made her curious but didn’t raise alarm. It wasn’t until the tell tale crunch! of metal and glass breaking that Sana became concerned. The silence as all three stopped moving was nearly deafening. 

It was Delesta’s voice that broke the silence. “Aw, shi’...” Some fumbling and untying later and Sana was freed to see the damage. The precious glasses she wore to help block out most of her aether-sight to allow her to function without the headaches and vertigo her mixed sight caused were damaged beyond repair. She’d once again learned her lesson about letting them be taken off without putting them away in a drawer or well out of range of accidents. 

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite2018 Prompt 20

“FUCK!”

Just when the roe thought she’d nearly got things arranged the way she wanted, she’d slammed her knee against the bottom side of the table she was working at and jostled all the delicately placed but still unsecured materials she’d spent the last bell on. It was the start of a torrent of cursing as she leaned back from the project, taking a moment to calm herself before those massive hands ended up crushing something. Again. It hadn’t been cheap to replace the ivory that first time around after all. After a few moments and a swig of rum to help settle her nerves, she sets the core of her project aside and ensures the base is ready once more.

It’d started simple enough really. A carved and then polished piece of river stone that had a broad circle base with a backdrop made to look like a trio of mountains. She’d even got a bit of white pant to make for snowy peaks seeing as they looked far more Northern than anything near Thanalan. Sitting on that base though had been three days of nightmare made reality. A mess of spun copper, gold, and even slips of silver all layered and woven so that no one stretch looked like it had too much of any one metal as she built up the nest. The edges rising up to make the ‘bowl’ shape had fought back hard, but it seemed even after the knee battering it needed little more than a few tweaks and to be re-centered.

Finally her attention turns back to the point of the whole project. A pair of carefully carved matching white doves, made from ivory and finished with little hints of black paint and gold foil on the beaks. It felt like it’d taken a moon just to do one, let alone a second, and the whole set again. Truth was it’d been far shorter, but the roe didn’t have the patience for such fine work as some. Years of maintenance of an airship and her eye had her used to sensitive tools, but most days she’d happily pass the work off to those who adored it and leave her to her books. This though, she wasn’t prepared to just pay out for. The edge of her lip is pulled inward and gnawed, being offered as a sacrifice to the Twelve while she finally got the two birds positioned just so that one was angled a bit, resting it’s beak over the other while the two heads nestled against one another. A few subtle shifts and she got the adhesive into place, holding it all together probably several moments longer than really needed. The two were finally set into their nest permanently.

The last addition was a repeatedly polished star ruby, that she ends up giving one more pass with her cloth to fully bring out that shine of the egg-shaped jewel. A few turns and twists later and she’s satisfied with the stone’s burst being display and it too is sealed into it’s final resting spot. Heaving out a sigh, the roe let her mind wonder as to how those like Nymia who did this sort of finery, or much better really, as their day to day. But the struggle had been worth it for the two women represented by those birds, and the hopes bound up in one day seeing that stone have it’s own soul to stand for. All of it framed and supported a mountain of sorts, touched by snow but having been plucked from the water and shaped first. One thought did start to jump ahead of the back as she basked in the achievement.

Why was Starlight so far off still?

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