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oh, Thimble. How do you go on, knowing that, after decades of friendship, the only embrace you could ever give to Teor Pridesire was to his corpse? Had he lived just a little longer--had you gone back for him sooner--maybe--
But wishing doesn't win wars. Still, you think, laying his body to rest at Hal's, that Teor probably gave really good hugs.
That memory of Taz and Thimble was so wholesome. Hurts it was forgotten.
Spin the Bottle
Okay y'all time to make dinner and that looks like a good place to stop... we'll say Julien spins and it lands directly on the closest, where Valeus and Big!Thimble have been making out and missing the entire game.
He doesn't remember much from getting pulled in and sandwiched between them but it was much, much less confusing.
Thanks to everyone for playing!
Oh they're fucked. Why are we infiltrating Obrimus Manor!?
I'm calling it now someone's dying.
did anyone ask for 1 tank of a pixie ??
Aramán After Dark (2/?)
Some people, upon encountering Thimble at her job for the first time, wonder that such a small creature with so little strength is in charge of the security at the Round. But it soon becomes clear that her advantage lies not in intimidation or physical prowess, but rather in her ability to flit from room to room, peeking in from small holes near the ceiling, while the clients inside, enjoying the pleasures they have come here seeking, are non-the-wiser.
Thimble started her rounds at the end of a curving hallway that ran along the private performance rooms that made up most of the east wing of the Hallowed Round. Each room was themed differently, many were simple bedrooms, but others were set up to cater to a wide variety of fantasies and requests that were commonly made by clients.
Each room had a piece of slate near the door which, when in use, had a series of markings on it. Indesciperable to anyone who didn't work there, the markings would notate the performer and client who were scheduled to use the room, what time it was booked for, and any other notes Murray thought were best to post.
Thimble didn't need to look at the notes to know who was performing in this first room, however, so she didn't bother to look, zipping up near the ceiling to where a small fairy door was placed, disguised by the decorative framework that ran along the top of the wall. She paused briefly to survey the room and, finding only one occupant, flew down to land on top of the writing desk in the corner.
Azune smiled brightly as he looked up from the letter he was writing. "Thimble… how are things going tonight?"
"So far so good… a little slow for Farmers day, but it's been storming on and off so who knows." She looked down at the letter she was standing next to and frowned. "When will your client be here?" She asked, not bothering to hide her wariness.
"He said around dusk, but we're booked until morning, so…"
Thimble whistled. "Big spender, huh?"
Azune laughed. "Murray said his donation was more than adequate to cover the request, don't worry."
Thimble crossed her arms. "It is literally my job to worry, remember?" She sighed. "Look, you know how Hal feels about…." she gestured to the room with a sweeping gesture of a small arm. Of all the bedrooms in the east wing, this was the one furnished to look the most lived in, with bookcases full of carefully selected books, furniture slightly worn, knick-knacks along the tables, even clothes and other personal items in the wardrobe. Everything here, from the art on the walls to the tea set by the sink had been placed here by the man in front of her over the years, and eventually the other performers had just stopped requesting it.
"I know, I know, it's not my room. I have my actual rooms… I had just left my pen here last night and since my client will be here soon anyway it was just easier… you don't have to mention me being here alone to him, okay?" Azune's tone was soft and casual and unworried, but Thimble had known him longer than most, from when she had spotted a too-thin pre-teen boy at the Torn Blanket, and nudged Thjazi. They had been planning to get their two old friends out from the seedy brothel, but neither could leave behind a boy many years too young to sign a contract in a place that sometimes didn't look too closely at such things. There were few things more concerning than Azune trying to be casual.
"I'll tell him what was actually interesting about tonight," Thimble responded with a roll of eyes, a promise that promised nothing as her wings started to move and she flew up and gave his earlobe a little affectionate rub before she was gone, back through the fairy door.
The next few rooms were empty and just needed a quick peek to make sure no one had snuck in. Then came the dungeon room, it looked like she had just missed Teor, they were already cleaning up. Next door Kattigan seemed to be winding down, still handcuffed to a bed but looking blissed out and exchanging kisses with a slender Rungnami woman and a young Dwarfish man. They had a good half hour left, according to the slate by the door, no need to rush them out yet.
She was getting ready to do a quick fly around of the last few speciality rooms, two of which were being prepped for later this evening, when she heard the cheers start at the main stage. It wasn't quite time for main act to start, which meant one thing. Julien.
Quickly she finished up her security sweep of the rooms and headed to the main stage. Her instincts were correct, Julien was just starting up a dance routine. A little dip to the left of the stage and she was able to snack a few bits of popcorn from where Olgud was manning the bar, then up to her little fairy nest.
Her nest was just above one of the main lights, and gave her plenty of room to spread out as well as a view of the whole room. She put the popcorn down on the little table there and sat down crossleged to watch. The room wasn't particularly full yet, but as Julien started to move across the stage, the various patrons started to drift closer to the front of the room.
Thimble had to admit he was lovely to watch, wearing a tight clothes that somehow also allowed fluid movements, the style was one all of his own. It had hints of the grand waltzes the Nobility favoured, with quicker turns and movements that reminded her more of a stylized sparing practice, and when he moved toward either side of the stage, where bars were set in the floor going up toward the ceiling, to grab one and swing himself around, the movements would be come more lewd, closer to what one might see in a certain type of tavern. His whole body would arch against the pole, holding it close and moving against it for a long moment before he was back across the stage again.
No, Julien was very pretty, she did understand that, how he caught the eye of so many people who walked in the door. It was just that he was always….
There he went.
The stage had a line on it, faint but easily seen when you were on it, that performers were not to cross. The Round had two smaller, lower stages, for more intimate performances where the audience could interact more directly. The main stage was supposed to be hands off, both because it was taller and also because of the types of performances that would sometimes occur there. It was a simple rule for everyone's safety.
Julien Davinos, she thought, had never met a rule he wasn't inclined to push at. His dancing took him near the line, over and over, catching this patron's eye or that as the music changed and his body slide to the floor, sliding on his side and arching his back before turning over, reaching out off the stage, touching and inviting touch back, first with teasing brushes of his fingertips and then….
Yeah that wasn't going to work. With a sigh she flew down, knocking on Teor's door. When he opened it she just said 'Julien' and the tall Nama didn't hesitate before heading in. He rarely had to do more than stand there, his presence alone enough to both remind Julien to shift back, and the clients to keep their hands to themselves, and tonight was no different.
That handled, back up to her nest she went to try and enjoy the rest of the show, although it was, of course, merely a prelude to the main event. She had forgotten to check the notes by the bar, it would have been listed there who was performing, but to be fair Thimble didn't have favorites here. Watching big folk together in all the fascinating ways they could arrange themselves was, in her opinion, one of the biggest benefits of working here for Hal.
She still missed Thjaz, of course. How could she not, for how long they had spent in each other's company after his marriage to Lady Aranessa Royce. And watching those two together had been an education all on it's own.
Fortunately for her, a fairy's head was quite small, and it was easy enough for her to push other thoughts in so that those would leave. The sounds from behind the curtain on the stage had stopped, the music come to crescendo, and Julien, now wearing even less than he had when he started, was blowing kisses and heading off the stage… probably to come mingle and see if he could pick up a client for the evening from the small crowd.
Julien was dealt with, for now, her house was in order, and popcorn was at hand. Let the show begin.
What show is Thimble going to watch?
Twin Cats (Teor/Kat)
Wick's Debut (Teor/Wick)
Taming (Hal / Julien)
Be mean... she gets called away
I'm just nosy
Requests for dynamics, etc in the comment / reblogs will be considered.
I wonder how much longer Thimble is going to be able to keep it together.
She has lost her closest friends and loved ones in the span of two weeks -one of which came back, but not alive, and she wasn't there for any if them when they needed her most.
Two of those friends she carried herself for two hours through the mountains and Dol'Makjar to Hals house. She won't be able to be there when they are laid to rest.
People ask her if she is Ok she says No and people move on. No further discussion but Thimble doesn't encourage it either.
But at some point she's going to crack right? You can only keep moving forward for so long before the weight you bear becomes too much.
Okay 2 episodes of C4 down. There's a lot to naw at here but I think Thimble and Wic plus Tyranny are where most of my interest lays at least for now. Also Alex's character I'm like what's going on with this guy. Very curious. Talisen is the most Talisen character that exists naturally.
