2023.03.16 The Price of a Kiss
| 2023.03.16 The Price of a Kiss | |
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| JJ and Damon discuss what happened the night before. Dasia arrives and the worth of a kiss becomes the topic du jour. | |
| IC Date | 03.16.23 |
| Players | Dasia, Damon, Janneke |
| Location | Upstairs from Detonation Boulevard |
| Spheres | Changeling |
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After a DEEP 12 hour sleep, Damon is still out cold, the tight shirt however was discarded at some point during the night, His slumbering form only gives the faintest sign of stirring this morning. "What... time is it?"
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Janneke is in the kitchen, making coffee. She's actually fully dressed. She looks over and smiles. "Oh, good. It's about seven thirty. I'm making coffee." A pause, as she fishes things out of the fridge. "Do you feel up to eating? How do you feel? Did you sleep well?"
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Damon groans, "My head hurts alot..." he sits up and looks to her, "You are too damn nice for your own good." He sighs, "Since it is just us, Why are you being so nice to me, we are strangers, you don't know me, I could have been a horrid person.. but you let me stay here, even as I am going through all of this, it is clear I am not stable right now and *our* people have bad eggs as well.. " His eyes have remain violet as he looks over her form, "But yes, I could eat and for what it is worth, this was the best night sleep I have had in weeks."
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Janneke gets some aspirin and a glass of water, and brings it over to him. "Here, take this. And... well. I'm a Boggan. My type of fae aren't the dashing adventurers, or the lofty nobles, or the amusing pranksters. Boggans are about dreams of home and hearth, of a perfect meal and a warm place to lay one's head. It's in my nature. I mean, I also like to think I'm a pretty nice person, but... this is who and what I am. Been this way for decades. I'm older than I look. Being fae literally keeps me young." She laughs softly. "It's a fair question. But I can't look at someone I can help and walk away. Plus, I mean, you were nice to me, too, and I have a good sense of people."
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Damon takes the pills and the water, drink it before standing up in those silly boxer and just hugging her, not any attempt at making a move on her, this is a heartfelt hug, a meaningful one, something that tugs at the heartstring themselves, The start of tears begin as he whispers to her, "Thank you.. I really mean it. thank you." He is warm, welcoming and very very caring in this moment, "You and Dasia have been so kind and so carry.. even if I think Dasia may steal my pant at any given time.." He doesn't let go yet, just needing this hug, this contact for stablity.
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Janneke smiles, and doesn't deny him that hug. Her head doesn't quite clear his shoulder when she's barefoot. It's either cute or sad, depending on your point of view. She hugs him back, knowing this is what the human part, Damon, needs. "Dasia... well, she can't help herself, I think. You're a drop-dead gorgeous man in both worlds," she admits. "Right now... I see the person in need more than the gorgeous man, so... right now, you need friends and help to find yourself more than you need women throwing themselves at you."
Also, she's nice and squishy, and does good hugs.
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Damon finally release the beautifully Squishy and wonderful woman before him, He sigh and steps back, "You know. I thought I was ugly growing up, because everyone was afraid to talk to me." He go hunting for his pants, because being in a beautiful woman house without pants is a recipe to get shot if she isn't your girl. "My other half had problems of a similar nature, His fae seeming never hide itself.. it was always there. always present." He murmurs, "It drove people always or drove them to lustful jealously." He frowns, "He did take his own life, a border, a bridge and a river." Damon continues the search. "I am starting to hear him better.. not so much chaos.. but still a lot of pain.. So what can I expect in the end stages of this change.."
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Janneke ohhs softly and gently pats his shoulder. "It isn't easy when you are that beautiful," she notes softly. "I mean, from all I've seen, you always wonder if people like you for who you are, or how you look, and honestly, I'm not pretty enough to have worried about that, ever, so I feel a lot more secure with people." She points to the side chair, where his clothing is neatly stacked, folded. "I finished up your laundry last night after you crashed. And I called Erin, she's up to date on what's up. She said she wanted to come by, check on you, make sure you're okay. I told her that she was always welcome, of course." She exhales softly. "Well," she says, with determination. "We are not going to let you do that in this lifetime. You are going to have a lifetime with honest friends who can tell you the truth and hopefully, in time, someone who will love you for you and not for how goddamned beautiful you are."
JJ draws in a breath, and then begins to pour coffee as she speaks, letting him change in peace. "You can change in the bedroom if you want privacy, or the bathroom. But... it becomes less of a back and forth once the Dream Dance is over... there become places where each of you is separate, but most of you is... both of you, sort of melded in the places where you match, if that makes sense?"
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Damon steps into her bedroom and get dressed before coming back out, he does step into the bathroom to wet his hair down and slick it back, "I am not that beautiful." He still is unconvince about his appearance, "I do expect and so does he to become the lonely king once again, who know, maybe this time, they would come up with a better name for us.. like the clockwork king." He gives a slight smile at that, being someone who loves engines, it feels right. "My other half, he is worried about the dark life between his and mine. a unseelie.. way of life." He step over ot her table and takes a seat, accepting the coffee as he sip it, "Thank you for contact Erin, last night was such a hazy... I did half expect to find Dasia laying beside me when I woke.. that girl is something else." he shakes his head. "
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Janneke pffts and says, "On that, we'll just have to agree to disagree." JJ shakes her head and says, "Maybe this time, they'll call you Jolly Lord Casimir because you have a happy and fulfilled life and rule with kindness, warmth, and wisdom," inserting her own possibility for him. "But being the Clockwork King sounds fun, too, if you stick with working with engines and such. Erin is a whiz with mechanicals, she could teach you so many cool things." A loose shake of her head follows that. "Damon, every one of us spends at least one day a year as Unseelie -- Samhain is the Eve of the Darkening of the Year, and as such, all fae revert to our Unseelie sides on that night. It's a cherished thing, despite the fear, because both of our halves guide us. Even if it's by negative example."
JJ grabs her own coffee, and hovers nearby, thoughtful as she listens. "I locked her out," she says with a grin. "I like Dasia, but she can be... a lot sometimes. But I think she helped us a lot yesterday, too."
She mms, and says, quietly, "Don't fear the Unseelie part of you so much. It isn't a different person. It's you, in a mirror. Your darker traits brought out... but they show you things, too, when you know them. Now, I am very strongly Seelie, if that wasn't obvious already, but among my friends are those who are much more Unseelie. They are still my friends... I know it's hard to not be afraid of all of it right now, but.. I've met your other self. I don't think you should fear him. That... might help with the headaches. You share pain with him over feeling alone. Together, you now have someone who is always with you, always beside you, a best-best-friend who knows your pain." A pause. "Just something to consider. How do you like your eggs?"
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Damon watches the steam rises from his coffee and nods to her, "Here is to a new life." He lift his cup of coffee and nods to her, "So what will be expected of me?" Those beautiful abyssal orbs he calls eyes continues his questioning, "I assume this life, it come with expectation. God knows Casimir's life was a challenge daily. He was so focus on his people and their happiness, he gave up everything, every ounce of his free time, he skip meals and felt it to the poor. He do anything to protect his kingdom and his people loved him for it." He smirks a bit, "That kinda of love is a hard thing to earn."
Dasia has partially disconnected.
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Janneke nods agreement. "It is," she says, settling into a chair opposite him to face him directly. She'll worry about food later; he seems to need answers more. Which is fine with her. "That's going to depend on a lot of things. At the beginning, all you're really expected to do is learn. Usually you're Fostered with a mentor of your own kith, if one is available. But... interestingly, there is a dearth of sidhe here in the area. So they may send for a mentor from elsewhere in the Kingdom, which is how it's usually done. You could wind up fostering with the Duke directly, but I don't know for certain. It's a little easier for commoners like me -- if the Dreaming decides you're a noble this time around, which it almost certainly will, you'll need extra instruction on things like leadership."
JJ pauses, drinks a bit from her coffee to steel herself a bit. "One thing I will note is that you seem to not be one of the Resurgence Sidhe -- you stayed and underwent the Changeling Way like the rest of us Kiths. A Kith is just your type of fae. Like I'm a Boggan, and Dasia is an Eshu, the Kith of tale-tellers and noble, heroic wanderers. Kieran is a Clurichaun -- think 'leprauchaun.' Those of us who aren't Sidhe are considered Commoner kiths."
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Damon listens to her and takes her word in carefully, "So.. I am going to be expected to lead again it would seem." His voice shift into old english as he speak, "What is your expectation of me direction." He takes her hand softly and grips it, "From the sounds of it.. I will be expected to lead, guide and help my people.. " He looks down at her hand, "But I am in a foreign land, a foreign time.. I need time to adjust, adapt and find my rightful place in this world."
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Janneke smiles ruefully. "Well, yes, it's generally what Sidhe do. Not all, though. Some become knights in another's court." She pauses, and draws in a long breath, the accent making her realize that he's switched. "My expectation is that you do your best, and find what suits you best. I..." She licks her lips, hesitant, and then blurts it out: "I can look into your Dán, your fate, and see what is there... but it's not something to be done lightly, and given the changes you are undergoing, it might be misleading." Her fingers squeeze his lightly, much smaller than his. "Right now... worry about today. You will have a year and a day to figure out the details, unless your Dán has more in store sooner, and honestly... I hope you get the time to settle into yourself -- yourselves -- again before that."
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Damon nods to her, "You are a kind soul, far kinder then I deserve." He nods, "Your paramour is lucky to have you, he or she is a very blessed soul." He closes his eye for a moment and speak something in a ancient language (Enochian Blessing) <Bless this woman for her kindness of soul and helping this lost man find his righteous path> He takes both her hands and places his head on her hands in a fashion to honor her. "Your kindness will be reward one day, I swear this to you." He seals this with a kiss on the pair of hands.
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Janneke smiles gently. "You deserve kindness," she insists softly, "All I ever ask is that you pass it along to whoever else is in need, someday." She knows the weight of those words, though, and falls silent, not seeming to know how to take an oath made by a Chrysalid, a friend, a... whatever Damon is becoming. "I think... if you stay who you both seem to be, you'll be a good ruler," she tells him quietly.
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Damon laughs a shakes his head, "You think I will rule as well." He takes a large tug of his coffee and leans back in his chair, rubbing the back of his head, "What will the people say when my subjects have already seen me naked." He jokes... maybe.. "So you really locked Dasia out of the house?" He blushes a touch at that, "I guess you are a bit protective huh?"
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Janneke says, "I don't think you can avoid it, but you don't need it to be a huge thing. You could take a small Barony, for example, and be able to pay more attention to every detail." She starts to laugh and says, "I think they would say that we're lucky," with a cheeky grin. She shakes her head and says, "Well, not really, I drove her home and then locked up, it's not like I tossed her out on her shapely Eshu ass."
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Damon looks to her and chuckles, "I will never tell her this, but she is quite beautiful, Half crazed, but quite beautiful." He touchs his lips again, "Sorry about the outfit thing again, I didn't even know what I was doing at the time." He sigh before shaking his head, "I mean at one point I was thinking she was going to mount me in front of all of you." He laughs.
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Speaking of that shapely ass... there is a knock on door. It is a Dasia in different clothing. Normal, mundane Prada today, her eyes still shooting daggers, when she's finally let in. "Took me hours to get out of my voile, and half of it's still stuck in 'I Dream of Jeannie' knock-off fetish-wear." Is she just not as radiant as before? Truely, the Heartspun fabric must have helped to hilight her appearance. But ony a little bit.... just a +1. She still knows how to work it.
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Janneke bursts out laughing. "I think she has way more self-control than that. But... hey, if you two wanted to go for it and everyone was willing, I'd've given you privacy. Just change the sheets." She grins impishly. She might be kidding, she might not. "Oh, lemme get that." She walks to the doorway and lets in a dagger-eyed Dasia. "Good morning, would you like some coffee? Come on in!" And thus, she lets in the Eshu.
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Damon looks to Dasia with a uncomfortable grin, his feature slightly red from embarrassment, "Your ears burning?" he looks to Janneke with a shakes of his head as if there conversation shift from mere moment before, "Sorry about the outfit, but to be far, you did steal my towel and there is a cost to seeing me naked." He chuckles, "Not that you are going to get to see me again naked if you dress like that.." Oh god what did he agree too.
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"Been burning ever since I pulled up outside, so I can only assume you were talking about me?" Dasia teases, the designer bag/handbasket getting set down on a not entirely inconvenient corner of counter space. "I'll take some hot chocolate if you've got it," she says, when the coffee is offered. ANOTHER CHALLENGE TO THE BOGGAN'S LEVEL OF HOSPITALITY. She may even remember the order from Lyric's shop. You know the one. She turns, leaning back onto the counter, arms out on either side... again, positioned not entirely inconveniently, for the drink fixing. "If you wanted to get me out of my clothes and into something a bit less comfortable, you could have just *asked*," she teases... and arches one of those microbladed brows. "And just what would that cost be? You know. For the sake of argument..."
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Janneke smiles. Her hospitality-fu is up to the challenge. "I also have some muffins that can be ready in a few minutes. Chocolate cheesecake muffins." Oh, dear. She must be trying to make Dasia fat! It's all a plot to get access to the Eshu's wardrobe. She's bustling in the kitchen as she speaks, looking for the white chocolate. Ahh, there we are. Shavings will go on top. There's a brief blast of a kitchen tool. Whipped cream, of course. The scent of cooking muffins fills the air as JJ assembles a hot cocoa -- white chocolate, if you fucking please -- for Dasia.
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Damon gives her a careful consideration before answering the woman, she is a tricky one, this one. "I don't know. a declaration of love, a assurance that once heart belonged to me or maybe just maybe .. getting me drunk enough to do something fucking stupid." He shrugs, "But I don't plan on stripping for you on the regular if that is what you are after." he looks to JJ working her Boggan butt off, "So.. I think you owe me one anyways... You did steal a kiss from me.." He sighs for a moment, Weighting the cost of a kiss. "Janneke, what do you feel a stolen kiss is worth?"
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"I am not opposed to some of your muffins," Dasia says, even as JJ is already working that Boggan magic on the ridiculous hot chocolate order. One might think she is being taken advantage of, except she keeps offering. There is also the matter of... THE GEAS. Anyway, Dasia gets one of those teeny straws, which just feels absurd with the amount of toppings on that hot chocolate, but what is she going to do, mess up her makeup? Fat fucking chance.
The talk of kissing gets her attention back to Damon, though. "Hmm? What's that?" She shakes her head. "Oh, no that kiss was for the Wyrd, not for me. If I were to steal a kiss, it would be a lot better than just spitting an appletini into your mouth, that's for sure." She seems fairly confident. "But sure, we can play this game. How much is a kiss worth? To be clear. What would someone need to do to be owed one from you? What factors are needed to improve the quality of the kiss? Can you provide a spreadsheet or a checklist?"
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Janneke ohos and chuckles softly. "That sounds like a negotiation for you two. A stolen kiss could be worth very little, or a great deal, depending on who, and why, and when. Stealing a kiss from a bride on her wedding day, for example, would be far more precious -- and dangerous -- than stealing a kiss from your paramour under the mistletoe at Yule," she says, presenting Dasia with an elaborate white-chocolate concoction, then moving to the oven to put on cheerfully-colored oven mitts and draw out fresh-made muffins. "If either of you wants something more substantial, I could also make a more conventional breakfast, but these muffins are really good -- I got the recipe from Clem." She puts the muffin tray down to let them cool a moment before popping them out.
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Damon look to Dasia and taps his chin before taking in the full weight of the questions, "You are right, Janneke, it depends on context. A kiss could be priceless or it could be worth nothing." He looks to Dasia, "For example, what would you offer to someone for the first kiss ever? A kiss so meaningful and impactful that it will stay with them the rest of their days." He looks to Dasia, "Ok, let's turn it around, What would a kiss cost me from each of you? riddle me this." He looks to them both, "I would wager that it would cost far more from Janneke in this moment because she has a paramour, but then again, it depends on the nature of the kiss as well, a kiss on the lip is different from one on the cheek."
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"The muffins will be fine, thank you, JJ," Dasia says. The straw gets put into the drink and it's given a few good swirls, which is just a sin, ruining the delightful, PERFECT SHAVING TO WHIPPED CREAM RATIO ART, but it all needs to get mixed together, after all. After just... being a monster, Dasia finally gives the straw a quick couple dunks, then pulls it closer to the top, perching the other end JUST SO between her lips, to minimize contact, and thus, minimize makeup touch-up time. Not at all because it's putting on a show and making either of the pair have to think about them. Not at all. "So it's not just a kiss on the lips you're offering or asking about," she teases, that microbladed brow arched coyly. "A kiss on the hand for a lady offering it, of course, is worth little more than politeness, as that is just a show of manners. A kiss on the cheek is more familiar... an apology for being parted for so long, or acceptance of such... or a promise to think well of and take care until next you meet."
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Janneke focuses on getting the muffins out of the tray, carefully not watching the Sidhe-in-the-works. "A kiss on the cheek would be allowed for the asking. But there isn't a price I could place on betrayal, and that is what a lover's kiss would be if I gave it. If it were to save a life, perhaps. I think he would forgive me that. But any price less than that, I would have a very hard time agreeing to. His heart is young and tender as well, and... hurting one to go to another is a good way to twist your fate into something ugly." She comes out with a basket lined with a colorful striped napkin, holding a dozen oversized chocolate-cheesecake muffins, and places it on the table. The fragrant muffins are still hot. She places small dessert plates there for each of them.
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Damon nods to the pair, "Janneke, that is what I expected from you and I can respect that. it is honorable and kind, sweet and loyal." His gaze go to Dasia, "Ok, here is one, what would a kiss that is a declaration of possession in from of a crowd of your peers cost?" He arches a brow and crack g grin thinking he has something, but in truth, he couldn't be any farther from it. "Could you put a price on something like that?" Damon claims one of the muffins his rough hands from years of hard labor still remain for now, he seem unaffected by the heat itself. "My point is, if I where to put a price on a kiss, it would have to be determine at the time.. Your kiss on me Dasia, that was personal and I could have swore I felt tongue there." He lick his lips as if that would help him recall. "I honestly do not know what I would charge for that.. how about this, Janneke, you are neutral in this ordeal, you witness it, what do you feel it is worth? "
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Dasia rolls Wits vs 6 for 2 successes.
+8 +10
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Dasia rolls Instruction vs 6 for 2 successes.
2 5 +7 +8
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"Ah, but Broken Hearts mend over time, and are often a fount of Creativity and Glamour," Dasia counters JJ. It is a very Seelie vs Unseelie view, put on display for Damon. Possibly to show him the differences between the different ways his Fae Soul will come to view and act on things. Terribly clever. Almost like she's agreeing with JJ, in a very Sage-like manner, but is not sheltering him from the truth. Or maybe arguing against JJ's point, too. It can be two things at once. "You can only shelter people from the world for so long. And not to say just rip off the band-aid or kick them into the deep end to teach them to swim... there is an argument to be made that giving them too much shelter makes them ill-prepared for your absence." Much wisdom. Or something.
Still, the hypothetical with Damon is fun, so she's giving it attention, too. "Well, that would depend on the specific declaration," she says. "A marriage where people are forbidden from even touching someone else is different from a marriage that allows dalliances and paramours - both of which are worth far more than any kiss, so we are clear. The price would be high, indeed. I doubt even High King David could offer power or gifts enough for me to consider it."
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Janneke picks a muffin out of the basket and breaks it into chunks as she listens, hrming here and there. "Some broken hearts mend," she corrects gently. "Some don't. Which kills that Dream, at least, in that soul. I don't think you can shelter people forever, but I do think that people shouldn't be deliberately thrown into the deep end every time. Sometimes people need patience and empathy more than rapid change." And isn't this a nice, clear distinction between Seelie and Unseelie? "As for the price -- I honestly cannot judge, because I know that the worth of a kiss to you," and she motions to Damon, "And the worth of a kiss to you," and she motions to Dasia, "Are very disparate things. But I would say that the instruction given already is probably worth more than the cost of a kiss given to the Dreaming to allow her to try to make your clothing work for your modesty. And that is honestly what that kiss was -- a gift to the Dreaming to allow her to work magic. All magic has a price of some kind."
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Damon nods to Janneke in agreement, "Very well, I can see your point. I will consider it a settle matter, until the next unexpect kiss that is stolen from me." He shoot a look at Dasia as if she would be the one to likely be guilty of such a crime, "Thank you both for your wise education on the matter of the heart and soul of our people. it would seem a kiss has brought more good then one would expect in this situation." He starts to take a health bite of that muffin, so damn good. However, things have settle with him quite a bit today, there is a calming in him, maybe before the final storm. it is untelling, but at least this encounter, his clothing has not been removed!
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"Ah, but all dreams come to an end when we wake up... and then we are free to dream something new on the next night," Dasia replies. "You can let them down softly when it is about to end... but I prefer to tell them at the start how it will be." Are we talking about dreams or relationships, now? The Eshu flits from one topic to the next ridiculously. She pops a little chunk of bite-sized muffin into her mouth. Damn Boggan Sorcery. "Still bold of your to consider that kiss stolen, and not a gift from a Princess visiting from far off, mystical lands," she teases.
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Janneke laughs and says, "I hadn't even gotten to that idea," JJ notes to Dasia's remark about the gift, "But I think we've resolved that matter, so speculation at this point is all in fun." She, too, nibbles at the bits of muffin on her plate happily. There's a reason nobody has ever seen a skinny Boggan. "You seem a lot more grounded this morning," she notes to Damon with a smile. "I'm glad you slept well. You're welcome to stay again if you like, I mean, if it's helping, it's a good thing, right?"
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Damon rolls Appearance + Seduction + 2 vs 3 for 6 successes.
1 2 2 2 +3 +5 +5 +8 +8 +9 10
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With a flicker of color and a flash of a change, Damon shift to Lord Casimir Beaumayn, grabs up the fair princess and places a extremely steamy 'gift' upon her lips, somethng that most novel attempt to master, but utterly fail, his pulls away is slow as his lips tug upon her bottom lip, his eyes open and look into her own, "Now was a gift from a King now." his voice soft and sensual as he takes his seat again, "See the differents." He winks at her one before looking back to Janneke and nods as Damon, "Yes, that would be absolutely lovely to stay here one more night if you wouldn't mind the house guest."
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Dasia rolls Willpower vs 6 for 0 successes.
2 3 3 5
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Should have knocked on wood before bringing up 'a lot more grounded', JJ. SHOULD HAVE KNOCKED ON WOOD. No, not that wood, think of your boyfriend! Dasia nods in agreement, though, and turns to Damon inquisitive about sleeping well, and making sure everything is... wait, why is the SidheSelf stomping over here?
It is a whirlwind that ends up with Daisa's head tilted back (tall Sidhe is tall) and just kind of... leaning against him. She isn't breathless, but she is having a time keeping her composure. She tastes of white chocolate, sprinkles, and strawberries from the lip gloss. "That..." she stops herself a moment. "Might be a little fast for Damon," she points out. "You two should come to an agreement on how fast you get a girl going." She isn't pushing to continue... but she isn't letting go, either.
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Janneke opens her eyes wide and waits for the train wreck.
Whew, okay, no train wreck. Yet.
"I... um... good. If you need more laundry done, the... I'll show you where the laundry is in the... closet in the wall... thing."
Mmmph. She bites into her muffin and shuts up.
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Lord Casimir study the Eshu Princess for a moment before releasing her to rest, gently with kindness, "But I was simply giving you gift my dear Dasia, One I am sure you will adore for some time. I am certain Damon don't mind." He looks back to the muffin, consuming it happily before looking to Janneke, "Sorry for the interrupt my dear." His violet eyes drift over to Dasia before licking the taste of his lips, "You are correct, on a second kiss, your kiss is a gift." He grins as Damon gain control once more, poor Damon, "What happened and why do my lips taste like strawberry?"
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Yes, a gift. Sure. "If only everyone accepted kisses as gifts, my life would be easier, and a lot more eventful," she murmurs. "Your lips taste like strawberries because Lord Casimir has a refined palate," she replies, vaguely. "One I'm sure you will come to learn about in due time, no doubt."
