#dvotdovetre

[strykingback]

Gold shi would come running with such determination you would think she was in a race. But no, the uma was in fact trying to catch her trainer by surprise. With a umph , and a kick off the runner was air born and aiming for the trainer from hell.

Will her kick land this time ?-

Oh Those goddamn footsteps are all far too familiar. The amount of speed, along with how heavy they are, along with hearing her laughter far from where he was walking down the hallway. Yup it's none other than the most legendary ragebaiting, laziest, prankster, and unpredictable umamusume, The Unsinkable Gold Ship. Which he would immediately dodge out of the way of her dropkick.

"Oi. Golshi. You should just drop the damn thing and give it up already. I'm not going fishing with you......I have to focus on getting training done."

[kauma-coition]

She kissed his tip of his cock while her hand worked on stroking him.

" if you make a sound, I won't let you finish ~"

Cyrene knows she's being a little mean to her beloved trialblazer but he started it ! She just hopes she's not pushing Marquez too hard or at least not hard enough in this moment.

Marquez's arms reached above and behind the top of his lounge chair, clamping on the head of the seat tightly for stability with only thing on a swivel this moment being Cyrene's dexterous grip. His mouth agape, every hum and moan sat blocked at the gate of his throat as the sound his precum slathered over every ridge of his tense member, his lover obviously had zero hesitation in making a mess of him and only on perception, eyeing him up and down as she worked him from tip to base in his slick.

There wasn't a peep from him but every shallow breath tempted to break his abstaining.

Even so, he didn't break eye contact from her either. Deeply, internally, he wanted to revel in every moment of her joy and satisfaction, even if it cost him a bit of struggle. And Aeons, was she determined to put him through the wringer. His own hips betrayed him, jutting up against her delicate, gliding fingertips, and her soft, gentle lips smeared by his excite. A sharp inhale threatened to make him a failure but he wouldn't give so easily, even for her.

Intense focus, and while all he could do was think about the bliss betwixt her plush lips, he was so close he could cry out in frustration if she didn't let him have her mouth. He wanted to have his length nestled deep in her throat in penance. He wanted justice to make up for every bit of strain in the face of her own intemperance.

But more than all of that, he wanted to make her feel just good and drive her just as wild.

Surely, he wouldn't last much longer than this. She knew this, too.

[kauma-kardia]

" What was she like.... Miss cecilia -."

Edan fidgets as she plays with the fire in her hands, much like how she's seen her aeon move the stars in the palm of her hand. She took a slow deep breath before looking at Mithra as the fire faded as she allowed her connection to the destruction and harmony to disconnect.

" When she was younger, I mean.... I read her notes about her first visit here and most of it was matter of fact at first... "

She had decided to come up and talk with the great mage though it was less about lessons and more about learning. It wasn't often she got to ask what people thought about her aeon that genuinely knew her before she was well .....the akivili the current trialblaze knew her as.

"....though there was this one entry about her brother making a bet with you-"

"What was she like?"

Mithra huffed, a bit confused at both the question and how to answer. The old hermit watched as the smoke from Cecilia's daughter's hands drifted towards him, contemplating his reply. Musing, he willed the smoke over his palm in a sphere, absorbing the heat and leaving it a cold, compressed molecular cloud.

He winced notably at the mention of an old bet with that boy, Aether. The little shit's grin was forever etched into memory at the embarrassing display he'd been made to put on. Mithra remembered still finding glitter on him for a whole week after. It did give him something to work off of, though.

"She's not all that different, all things considered. Reckless. Impulsive. Nosy and a busybody. It makes sense how she ended up with a following. She's got that kind of determination that makes you want to protect her. If you don't, you just know next time you look at her, she'll end up in some deep shit. As the muscle of our group, I ended up having to finish a bunch of stuff she started," Mithra admitted, handing over The Astra to the young girl, almost Cecilia's double, physically. "The only difference is she's not as loud or climbing all over everything, anymore."

"This sword was a part of her, the first semblance of her divinity I ever got to see. I've held it with me since the time she inhabited it and bestowed it to me. Maybe if you touch it with your power of 'Remembrance', you'll get to feel her for yourself. Probably better than the ramblings of an old crotchety fool."

Hopefully this was enough to distract the young woman who seemed so alike and so different from Cici at the same time.

[fctedivided]

Unprompted ask. - @dvotdovetre sent:

Cecilia would pick up the foxian and hold her because she would very much like to cuddle-

"Cecilia?" Septine softly spoke up when the Aeon wanted to embrace her out of the blue. While a bit unexcepted, it was always a welcoming gesture.

In return, the Foxian then wrapped her arms around her. There were no more words needed at this point.