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Welcome to the world of Fortuna, a land of fantastic proportions. This is an original fantasy roleplay that takes place in a world developed over nearly a decade of work and collaboration. We aim to encourage all participants to have a hand in the stories of the characters here, and the world around them. Your choices are key - so make them with pride. You decide who wins the wars, you decide who becomes King, the world is ours, and together we will bring it to life!
The woman looked amused, which he would take as a win considering how carefully she seemed to school her features otherwise. He wondered if alcohol would loosen her up a bit or if she always retained complete control. She teased him that it had been a good assumption and he hummed thoughtfully. She definitely hadn't said she had to guess specific things, so he couldn't fault her for that.
After his own guess she looked amused again and took a drink. She actually looked like she was trying not to smile, pursing her lips together. He wondered what her story was. Maybe he would find out tonight, during this game or later, what had happened to her today. It was surely an interesting story. She joked that she thought they weren't stating the obvious and he shrugged casually, leaning back a bit on the barstool and testing out the way it made his head feel. Like the ocean, he determined, but not as much as he would like it too. That was ok though because they had a lot more game to play, and he had a lot more to drink.
Solana turned to lean casually, sensually against the bar and looked over at him appraisingly while she determined her next guess. He met her gaze and crossed a leg over the other, resting his ankle on his knee and tapping his fingers on the other knee while he waited. Eventually she guessed and he was surprised but barked a laugh, having to steady himself on the stool as he did so. He tsked a few times and shook his head though. "Your drink," he replied. "I'm hung up on someone, not saving myself for him," he added jokingly.
He probably slept with someone more recently now that he had met Endless. It was an effective way to get him off his mind, at least for the night. "You... were married once, but aren't anymore."
"Your drink, I'm hung up on someone, not saving myself for him,"
My, was he full of surprises!
Not only was she wrong about him (not necessarily an uncommon occurrence, but surely one that generally surprised her, being wrong), but this person he was hung up on was a him.
Not to say she hadn’t had a touch of fun with a woman or two. But she liked the innate power in a man. There was something soft about women that wearied her.
She fingered the lip of her glass when, filled again, it slid into existence between them, eyes on him, measuring.
“Oh, no,” she tested, though, again, she was sure she wasn’t wrong about him, “don’t tell me I’m not your type.”
She was his type.
She was everybody’s type.
But she hadn’t drank, yet, and she owed one – so bottoms went up, and she took a swig of her chosen poison.
"You... were married once, but aren't anymore."
He hadn’t even given her a chance to put the glass down, rim hovering not an inch from her lips as she slid narrowed eyes to him.
How rude.
Even after all these years, the marriage was still a touchy subject for her; probably because she made the mistake of shoving it to the far recesses of her mind as often as physically possible. It showed: she tensed visibly, but only for a moment, catching herself; and almost as soon as it happened she loosened again, slit eyes returning to passive amusement. The elf touched the glass again to her lips, tilting the drink jut slightly, sipping chastely at the murky liquid. It was a dainty taste, followed by a enigmatic explanation.
“It didn’t last very long.”
Solana touched the glass back to the bar, spinning it in place with thumb and middle finger, eyes on the swirling spirits inside and mind on her husband.
“Turns out I wasn’t the ‘marriage’ type.”
She tossed the words at him with a smirk; leaking apathy with her every motion.
N O T E S So I ended this where I did because I wanted you to be able to have Simon respond to that if you wanted... but if he wouldn’t or you want me to have her continue their little game, just lmk!
"I have a lot of types," Simon responded to her tease idly, running his finger around the edge of his glass. She didn't seem happy with his next guess though, but of course it had been quite a forward thing to guess. Their game wasn't one of skirting boundaries though - it was pushing through them and finding out what was underneath. A part of him wanted to find out what was behind her carefully manicured facade, but another part of him, the part that brought him to the tavern tonight, didn't care. It wouldn't change what he wanted from her at the end of all this.
She took the drink - he was right - and said the marriage hadn't lasted long. She wasn't the type. He wasn't drunk enough yet to have missed the way she tensed when he'd guessed it, but he was feeling the alcohol enough to reply, "I don't need you to be the marriage type tonight."
Solana had thought, perhaps, that he might question her, prod about the details. Someone that looked as young as she did rarely admitted to being divorced (widowed, really – but who was asking?).
Luckily, he did nearly the opposite.
She shot him an impish look from over her glass, gilded eyes catching the light, then tossed back the rest of her drink once more, leaning towards him on her tottering stool.
They were playing by different rules now.
The liquor fogged her senses, but only as much as she liked it to; her skin prickled, veins thrummed, teeth caught her bottom lip, mind raced to entangled limbs, feverish breaths...
Smoldering eyes dipped to his neck. Only for a moment.
The olive-skinned elf’s voice dipped; a husky whisper, lips hovering temptingly close.
Solana cast him a look and then finished her drink, all soft lines and deliberate movements. Like a snake perhaps, before striking. She leaned towards him and her voice was low and husky, the very definition of the word sultry when she asked him what type he was looking for. She had closed most of the distance between the two, inviting, and he wasn't going to turn down such an invitation. It was after all what he was here for.
"Exactly the type you are," he replied, catching her chin in his hand and closing the distance between their lips.
There was a lot to learn about someone by the way that they kissed, Solana had found.
Particularly in dreams, where there were no waking repercussions, a man might kiss harshly, he might catch her lip in his teeth, a habit she had fondly adopted in her own feverish kisses.
Some men were romantic, and started with soft, lingering brushes, an arm or neck held in gentle fingers. Kisses searching for answers, learning, molding.
Solana was a more demanding sort.
An olive fist clenched in his shirt, insistent, and she tilted into him, humming lightly against his lips; letting herself get lost in his smoky scent, the bitter touch of remaining liquor on his tongue...
And then she parted, breath caught laboriously in the back of her throat, eyes rising to his mischievously.
The way she pushed into the kiss only served to further stoke the fire that had started burning inside of him. He gave as well as he took and his own personal style was really just dependent on who he was with and why, and tonight it seemed it was going to be flames and fireworks. He hadn't been lying earlier, when he told her he meant to forget himself tonight. He wanted to lose himself in her intense eyes, in her insistent touch, in her soft curves and her sharp tongue. He wanted to look upon her and for his only thoughts to be of how she felt and how she made him feel. He wanted to forget Endless and the end of the world and monsters and missing arms and memories. Solana clenched his shirt in her hand and his hand moved from her chin to trail his fingers across her cheek until finding purchase at the base of her skull, entwined in her hair.
When she pulled away his lips chased after hers for a moment as though magnetized. He was breathing hard and his heart was beating fast and he lay his forehead against hers and his lips turned up in a smirk as she asked 'your place or mine?'. "I have a room," he responded, and it was true. The only conquests that ended at his cottage were the ones that started there. It was hard enough to take the time walking upstairs to the rooms when he was drunk and riled up, he couldn't imagine trying to get back to his cabin in the woods. He moved away and knocked back the rest of his drink before reaching into his pocket and setting a handful of gold coins on the counter. "Her drinks are on me," he said to the barkeep who gave him a knowing smile.
At the insistence of her fist on his shirt, her commanding yank forward; his own hand found its way, creeping, to the roots at the base of her head, tangling dark tendrils. She allowed a soft, encouraging breath between kisses – a test, a tease.
"I have a room,"
When his forehead rested on hers, when his lips ghosted a kiss, for a moment, as if refusing to believe she had stopped, for just one heartbeat, a smile tried to pull innocently at her lips.
It was cute.
And then came the thought; maybe she’d be something she wasn’t tonight. Maybe she’d be demure, shy, romantic. Maybe she’d be something she’d never been.
And then she thought; nah.
"Her drinks are on me,"
“A gentleman.” She drawled, a light tease, her own favourite style of nudging foreplay; wit, sarcasm.
But once they were in the stairwell, somewhat safe from curious eyes (listening ears, however, were an entirely different matter), she caught cool fingers at the edge of his shirt, dipped them under; hands searching his torso as she slid up to him; just too teasingly far to kiss, just close enough that the wicked gleam in her eye was clear.
'A gentleman', she joked and Simon huffed a laugh before slipping his arm around her waist and leading her towards the stairs. His limbs felt loose and warm, and he may have swayed a bit as they started to move but only until he adjusted to the presence at his side.
There wasn't room to walk up side by side on the stairs, so he released her when they reached the stairwell. He was about to begin ascending them when her hands moved under his shirt, cool fingers splaying across his warm skin and sending goosebumps down his arms. He smirked, and she said 'or are you?'. He pulled her closer, trapping her hands between them and his gaze turned almost predatory when he responded, "Not tonight."
He ducked his head as though to kiss her but instead he put his hands on her hips and stepped forward, causing her to step back and pressing her back against the wall. Then he grabbed her wrists and moved her hands above her head, pressing them against the wall too as he moved to catch her lips again. He briefly thought about how cool it would be if he could carry her the rest of the way up the stairs, but knew he wasn't quite strong enough for that (and the alcohol wouldn't help either). But he did like that Solana was willing to push him around, and to be pushed around too. He wasn't looking for romance tonight, though he was capable of it. He was feeling self-destructive. He wanted the fire. He wanted to get burned.
The space was narrow, and Solana’s head was fuzzy and complacent; so she didn’t fight his forward lurch, pinning her against the wall of the stairwell. She let his hands catch slender wrists, cage them against the wall above her head...
She had other ways of fighting back.
Now; don’t mistake Solana’s grace and composure for sobriety. She discovered in the morning, to pounding temples, that she had been drunker than a skunk; but an elf has a certain elegance to her movements, a kind of permeating poise that polishes the rough edges of sloppy stumbling and slurred speech. If she was a human, that’s what would be going on.
But she wasn’t.
When Simon ducked in to kiss her, she caught his bottom lip – briefly – in the front four teeth, the flatter – though she noted with dim surprise that his searching tongue hadn’t found her fangs yet. She tilted into the warm friction of insistent lips, back arching to tease at pleasure, hips swaying rhythmically, a tantalizing dance...
Though she was loathe to release the warm pressure of his lips on hers, a hunger had settled deep in her abdomen; the kind of clamorous heat that stirred her to action; to touch, to sway, to sigh, to bite...
If she was a lady (which she wasn’t, but that was besides the point), she would at least warn him.
“There are a few things you should know about me.”
Well; here came the moment of truth.
With a hint at a humorless smile, she showed him her teeth.
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