Countess “starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion”
The Countess leaned forward, hair cascading over her shoulders in a flood of purple. Cool strands draped themselves over Pamin’s skin, tickling them with their movement. She was, as ever, just teasingly out of reach–wicked delight dancing in her eyes as she ghosted her lips tantalizingly close to Pamin’s mouth. After a moment of hovering, the countess appeared to come a decision–a merciful one, in Pamin’s opinion. She lowered her lips to press a gentle kiss down onto her lover’s mouth, moving low and slow.
Pamin & your choice - throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss
Pamin took in a deep breath, feeling their lungs swell with the good, warm air of the morning, and had to fight back the tide of giggles rushing up from their stomach.
Love.
They were in love.
Honest to goodness--Pamin shook themselves, feeling shimmers of effervescent magic rushing through their veins. The laughter they were trying so hard to stifle was blocking up their throat, a bundle of overwhelming excitement threatening to choke them.
Finally the pressure grew too much and Pamin threw their head back and let out a short, sharp burst of delight.
Which did a great deal towards startling the ever-living shit out of a nearby bird--their frantic wing beats nearly hid the sound of approaching footsteps. Nearly. Pamin swiveled on their heel, twigs crackling under foot, and beamed at the giant.
“Muriel,” Pamin was only vaguely aware of how breathless they sounded, far too distracted by their own emotions. The tall man regarded them quietly, turning his gaze up to the trees.
“Morning,” he said after a moment. Pamin nodded absently, drifting more than walking over to the former fighter. When they were nearly face to face, Pamin rose up the few inches between them and pressed a soft kiss to Muriel’s cheek. There was a brief pause, filled with Muriel adjusting his weight, before he turned and caught Pamin’s mouth with his own.
The kiss lasted about half a fraction of a second before Pamin’s giggles returned with blasting force. Muriel made a low noise which was suddenly cut off by Pamin throwing their arms around his neck and pulling him back down into another kiss. Muriel stiffened slightly before relaxing into the kiss, thick arms coming to wrap around the other figure.
5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?
Pamin was an only child for much of their life, when they were fifteen their parents had their second child, whom they named Nedara. Pamin loved being an older sibling, doting on their little sister and spending every spare moment they could with her. Eventually Pamin left to take over the shop; Nedara would visit frequently until she was in her early adolescence. She took a chance to apprentice with a cartographer and hasn’t been seen in town since. She writes letters to both her parents and Pamin and doesn’t worry too much if she doesn’t hear anything back--letters get lost on the road all the time and she’s never in one place for too long anymore anyway.
15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?
Pamin is an artist with food. A culinary virtuoso. When it comes to trying new foods, Pamin operates under the basic principle of ‘if I can fit it in my mouth, I’ll try to eat it’. In another life Pamin is world renowned celebrity chef with their own TV show and a Michelin Star restaurant.
25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
Pamin is very easily amused and entertained. One is hesitant to say ‘low brow’ humor but...low brow humor. Bodily functions. Lewd jokes. But also puns.
Pamin thinks they’re hilarious.
It’s um. On the fence if anyone agrees with them.
35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?
Pamin has yet to experience a pleasure that they felt guilty about. As for ‘un’guilty--street performances. They’re physically incapable of NOT stopping and watching a street show.
45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?
People tend to think of Pamin as significantly more intimidating than they see themselves. Pamin’s big--about 6′6″, over 200 lbs of mostly muscle--and they like to wear a lot of dark leather and silver jewelry. Pamin sees, and would like other people to see, them as a sunshine-vampire. Cheerful and sunny with a goth outfit. It doesn’t always...come across as effectively as they’d like.
72 Nadia and your NB character whose name I can never remember please!
Writing Prompts
I was actually thinking about this one for them! (Their name is Pamin, lmao)
“They’re going to love you, don’t worry,”
Pamin shifted and felt silk moving soft and supple over their skin. It was a bit foreign, but not unpleasant by any means. Nadia watched them like a starving woman at a feast, eyes shining with something unidentifiable which still managed to make Pamin’s throat go dry. She clearly approved.
“Look at how well they compliment your color,” she ran the back of a jeweled hand across Pamin’s upper chest, just along the edge of the shirt collar, brushing along their skin.
“They are very beautiful,” Pamin agreed, the bright yellow and orange silks were accentuated very tastefully with slender silver threads. Thick bands of fabric and carefully corded silver robes tied around their middle and almost gave them the impression of a slender waist. Not quite their style but still elegant; they noticed that Nadia also had something done in lustrous leather hidden just barely within sight. A safeguard, perhaps, if Pamin had protested the loud silks. Perhaps, Pamin straightened their back at the thought, perhaps they were for later that evening.
If they behaved themselves.
“More so because you’re wearing them,” Nadia replied cooly, sending a slight brush of heat to take over Pamin’s cheeks. Nadia ran a palm up and cupped Pamin’s chin to inspect them. Pamin obediently let their head be tilted this way and that until the noises of the assembled nobility caught their attention.
Just beyond the closed double doors waited the mass of wealth and power and beyond them, the city itself. A thrill began trembling in the base of Pamin’s stomach. Their palms itched in high anticipation; the natural ringleader within them was getting their showtime voice ready. The Countess must have noticed because there was suddenly a lovely warm pressure against Pamin’s fingers as Nadia took their hand.
“They’re going to love you,” she said, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss against Pamin’s lips. “Don’t worry,”
“How could I worry when you’re here?” Pamin winked and shook their head teasingly, a bit of their magic making the edges of their hair sparkle. “Shall we?”
184 and Muriel (any pairing)? please and thank you
Writing Prompts
184- “Can I touch you?”
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Pamin was not good at subtlety. They didn’t pick up on hints or quiet, soft gazes. And Muriel was turning out to be nothing but softness.
Gentle brushes and half spoken words and lingering gazes. And now that they were both. Well.
It had never occurred to Pamin that someone who walked around without a shirt on would be so very clearly nervous about being fully unclothed. But with Pamin nearly about to straddle his thighs, it was strikingly obvious that Muriel was doing his best to cover himself without actually moving to cover himself.
“Muriel?” Pamin asked gently, letting the last article of their own clothing fall to the ground. It tinkled slightly on impact, silver jewelry hitting hardwood. Muriel took in a steadying breath, deep and slow, “Can I touch you?”
Muriel didn’t respond right away, seeming to mull the question over slowly in his mind before finding an angle he could approve of.
“Yes,” he replied, deep and soft. Pamin did their best to keep themselves in check. They moved slowly, half crawling over the edge of the bed to seat themselves gently in Muriel’s lap. Keeping their eyes on Muriel’s face, keen for any sign of distress, Pamin ran a thumb along the length of particularly vicious looking scar. They were struck by a sudden and consuming desire to soothe each one–to place kisses imbued with some form of magic they didn’t yet know and erase the terrible marks with their lips.
Warm hands, like twin rays of sunlight, caressed their hips, their thighs, moving up to the small of their back. When Muriel finally glanced up from where Pamin was seated against him, Pamin leaned forward to brush their mouths together. Asking permission.
Muriel’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips and the movement caught Pamin’s. Muriel retreated a bit too sharply and Pamin found themselves pressing forward to follow. There was a stiffening of muscle beneath them before a wonderful release of tension and Muriel. Kissing them back. One hand on the space just below their shoulder blades, the other on the back of their neck and pulling them closer and.
Oh.
Pamin felt something heavy in their lungs that made it terribly difficult to open their eyes. To breathe. To do anything else but move forward, upper body flush to Muriel’s and lower body rutting forward and there was Muriel’s hand now on their lower back and encouraging the slide of their hips and friction and.
He moaned low and shuddering into the kiss and Pamin could have devoured him on he spot. Instead they let their hands have free reign, mapping the scarred skin as if this was the only chance they would ever have to touch him. They needed to make the most of it.
The hand on the back of their neck moved and came to blanket them both–a little too dry, a little too gentle, a little too unsure and Pamin felt themselves rising desperately into the touch. Unsure if it was hesitation or temptation that was leading Muriel to keep his touch barely hovering, Pamin had no mind left to wait to find out. They brushed his ghostly touch away and gripped them both.
Muriel clutched them tightly to his chest and moaned low and lovely, like thunder rolling over the ocean.
“Do you like it when I touch you like that?” nonny please be aware I had to get up and pace for a few moments before my heart rate got back to normal I was so excited to get this
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The bed linens under their back were cool and soft in sharp juxtaposition to the very nearly overwhelming heat of the woman straddling Pamin’s thighs. Her hands were on their waist, fingers dipping below the fabric to run across the bare skin. Warm spots that trailed in spirals and formless patterns, further and further down. Pamin felt flush, heart throwing itself against their rib cage in its efforts to break out and begin strangling them from the outside as well as in. They made a wordless noise when her fingers slid firm and sure through the short curls further down.
The Countess paused, expression flitting between a few choice masks before settling on teasing coyness. Pamin still had the wherewithal to catch the face of concern before it slid into false curiosity.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” she asked, her tone of voice betraying just how many layers there were to that question. Did they like it when she touched them like that? Or was it. Did they like it when she touched them there? Her fingers were dangerously close to.
Dangerously close. And, shit, they were so hot and. Just a little. Bit. Further and then they could. Pamin felt their own frantic pulse pulling them into nervously excited arousal. They were distantly aware that they had stopped monitoring what their expression was doing in favor of focusing on her. Her skin against theirs, soft and sliding and.
The deliberate nature of her teasing broke step with the long moment of Pamin’s silence. A slight shade of doubt bleeding into her touch, hand rising away, taking its heat with it.
“Nonono,” Pamin stuttered out, words stepping over one another in their rush to leave the magician’s mouth. Their eyes flung open. When had they shut their?
Didn’t matter.
“You don’t?” if concern had been a brief guest, guilt-tinged surprise had brought luggage with it. “I–,”
“No. No, no I liked it. I liked it very much,” the relief was visible in every muscle in Nadia’s body.
“Ah. So,” her hand was back, not quite as close, or as firm, or seemingly deliberate or. “You liked it when I touched you here,” the flat of her palm pressed warm against their hip bone. Dragged its way over the tender skin, leaving tremors in its wake.
“Yes,” Pamin shifted wantonly into the contact.
Nadia smiled, openly pleased.
“And you like it when I touch you like this?” fingers, long and strong, slid over.
“Yes,”
The Countess’s smile deepened. “How fortuitous for you that I seem to like it as well,” fingers curled and loosely gripped and Pamin moaned.
