Taney Hana of Anjou

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kit-chareonsuk​:

Kit & Taney | End of Year Celebration

Kit would never even let his kidnapper talk to him like that, not even with a gun to his back. He was anxious and hoping to find Aramis, but he couldn’t leave it alone. “What? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over how edgy you’re trying to be,” Kit replied. “I’d be surprised you never lost anyone in a crowd like this, but I’m guessing you end up at these things alone since you’re just too eccentric and interesting. Normies? Coming from a wonder bread looking lady like you, that’s pretty rich. And why? Because I’m not fucking my boyfriend right this second? I don’t see you with anyone’s head between your legs unless you got someone hidden under that dress right now.” He smiled. “Now, I’m going to find my boyfriend.” 

Taney cackled again before dramatically waiving a pointed black nail at the young man. “I seem to have struck a nerve with you, little one. Well, isn’t that cute. Do mind your tongue, I bite.” Smirking she leaned back against the wall, never bothered by people’s read on her, simply enjoying being the little temper tantrum before her. In truth, she found little of herself interesting and perhaps that was why she enjoyed spraying the walls around her in chaos so often. “You seem very concerned with what’s under my dress. I can assure you that I fuck better than any boyfriend and I have the receipts to prove it but...” Taney clicked her tongue as if she was telling a horse to walk on, her fingers wiggling to tell him he was dismissed. “Best of luck with that...commitment.” She cringed, bringing her drink back to her lips as she watched him walk away.

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kit-chareonsuk​:

Kit & Taney | End of Year Celebration

Kit wasn’t sure what he expected the reaction of the woman to be, but it wasn’t this. He didn’t often find himself in the position to be flirted with by women. “I’m not looking for you,” he told her. “And I’m not looking for any weird pickup lines. I’m looking for my boyfriend. Thanks anyway.” 

Taney immediately burst into a fit of laughter, champagne balanced in one hand as the other held her stomach. When she snapped back upright, fully collected like she’d just been exorcized, she dramatically said, “On my life, I’d’ve never guess a whole boyfriend could be lost in a party. I’d offer my assistance but I’m vertically challenged and bored of the fact that people that come to a party together would do anything but find curious little corners to fuck in. I guess the mythical normies do exist.” 

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kit-chareonsuk​:

Kit & Taney | End of Year Celebration

Two large events with lots of people within less than two weeks of each other was a bit too much for Kit, who had only really just grown comfortable being back at work after everything that had happened. What was worse, he lost Aramis somewhere in the crowd. He was anxiously pushing his way through people to find his boyfriend until nearly colliding with someone and stumbling back to avoid impact. “Oh um. Sorry. Happy new year,” he said, gaze still searching for Aramis. “Sorry…just…looking for someone.” 

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Taney’s personality may have been larger than life, but she was slight, taught, and swore she was 5′2 and likely not really near that. True to Napoleon-complex form, when the submissive nearly mowed her down she took up the opportunity to flirt and smirk and make light of the situation. “Looking for ‘someone’ well there’s no one more interesting than me here so, obviously you’ve found what you’re looking for. So, what can I do for you, gorgeous?”

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wendy-kwon​:

Wendy chuckled. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with private entertainment, unless you’d like for me to play your wing-woman. I’m already spoken for, so I’ll have plenty of play time,” she replied, very much looking forward to finding herself in the Nantes Chateau later for some private entertainment with Duchess Katarin. 

“Well, boo on that.” Taney dramatically pretended to fall asleep, mock-snoring loudly before laughing. “No, no wing-woman needed. I’m nothing if not a lone wolf.” Turning a lock of her jet black hair over her fingers, she almost found herself asking who was keeping Wendy entertained these days, but as quickly as the question popped in her head it disappeared. Her curiosity was always somewhat limited to the realm of selfishness, nothing in it for her then she didn’t see the point in polite chit-chat. The commitment was still a mystery to her, she was always wondering what people did to make monogamy work for them. “How long have you been... attached to this private entertainment?”

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rory-of-nantes​:

Rory & Taney | Christmas Gala

With the fact her anxiety over being in at the crowded gala was continuing to act up, Rory opted to continue sticking to the outskirts of the mass of people, not caring if she came across as nothing more than a wallflower in red. There was nothing wrong with being a wallflower, especially if doing so helped her enjoy herself a bit more. She’d temporarily given up with scanning the vicinity for a familiar face and people watching, instead deciding to just take in the beauty of the many festive decorations and lights. But then her eyes landed on someone in particular, a gorgeous Domme in an equally gorgeous red gown; and after a moment, she realized who she was staring at. A soft chuckle escaped her lips at the realization the Domme was none other than Taney. She shouldn’t be surprised it was her who’d caught her attention. There was just something about the woman… 

She gave the Domme a small wave, her smile widening as she noticed she was being summoned, much like she had when they’d first crossed paths at J2. So after tightening her grip on Pilot’s leash to ensure he’d best be able to keep at her side whilst they made their way through the sea of partygoers, Rory started towards the other. “Good evening, Miss Taney.” She spoke up, eyes trailing up slightly to land on the Domme’s lips, noting the fact the other’s heels led to a welcomed height difference. 

“Oh stop, you’ll make me blush if you keep smiling like that.” Taney sighed dramatically before laughing and winking at the submissive. “If I start telling people you’re my date tonight they’ll have to believe me when they see we’re matching.” The domme’s green eyes rolled unashamedly across Rory in the dress and like the unashamed and honest person she was, the drew the tip of her finger across the collar of the gown, shoulder the slight ‘v’ and to the opposite shoulder. “So, when do I get to unwrap my present?” If Rory knew her better she’d know this was restrained for the domme. She had a bad habit of taking what she wanted with little warning or care for the modesty expected in public spaces. Something about Rory made her mildly more patient for the things she wanted.