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Sticky: Trying to find my way again
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stumbledfromtheashes
PSL with
derolo (AND OTHERS)First Meetings (Iona and Percy)
After Haven (Iona and Percy)
Halamshiral (Iona and Percy)
A Properly Planned Seduction (Iona and Percy)
Denny's
gen texting
hot springs bathing
[TFLN]
a legendary roster of degenerates...
» Like a storm on my skin
Nov. 6th, 2017 03:14 amstumbledfromtheashesShe’d promised Percy that she would plan properly, next time. And plan Iona did. Or at least she’s setting out to be a bit more purposeful in her seduction of him this time. (Oh, she’d been plenty purposeful once the occasion had arisen by the hot springs, but that hadn’t been her original intention of going there.)
It’s easy enough to slip into the room where Percy is staying while he’s out, to go in unnoticed. Door closed behind her, she sets a bottle and two glasses down on a nearby table, followed by a small basket filled with fruit, bread, bite-sized bits of cheese and meat, things that are easily eaten in bed. (Planning properly.) Then she’s slipping out of her clothes, leaving them in a neat pile out of the way, somewhere he can’t spot them upon entering. That would ruin the surprise. Reclining back on his bed, she waits for his return.
The only scrap she’s left wearing is the tie that she’d taken from him back at the hot spring, done loosely around her neck.
It’s easy enough to slip into the room where Percy is staying while he’s out, to go in unnoticed. Door closed behind her, she sets a bottle and two glasses down on a nearby table, followed by a small basket filled with fruit, bread, bite-sized bits of cheese and meat, things that are easily eaten in bed. (Planning properly.) Then she’s slipping out of her clothes, leaving them in a neat pile out of the way, somewhere he can’t spot them upon entering. That would ruin the surprise. Reclining back on his bed, she waits for his return.
The only scrap she’s left wearing is the tie that she’d taken from him back at the hot spring, done loosely around her neck.
» Like mirrors seen through smoke
Nov. 6th, 2017 03:12 amstumbledfromtheashesWhy does it have to be politics? Give her a dragon, or red templars, or BOTH. Andraste’s tits, give her both. She doesn’t have the temper for politics. Or the mouth. Particularly for Orlais; given the state of human-elvhen affairs there it’s going to be an exercise in biting her tongue the entire time. And probably failing to some degree. This is going to be a disaster, Iona knows it.
But it’s necessary, so she dresses to impress (not that anyone will be; she is an elf, after all, Inquisitor or no), and does her best to ready herself for the trial to come. And it’s going to be a trial. At least she’s not alone. She has her advisors, and she has her companions. She would be lost without Josephine and Leliana and Cullen.
The fact of the matter is that she’s going to be on uneven footing the entire bloody evening. In a palace full of humans who don’t think much of her people. Which is why she’s glad to have Percy there. She’d insisted on the invitation being extended to him as well, despite Cullen and Leliana preferring otherwise. Josephine, too, probably, but she liked Percy well enough despite that.
Watching the whispers and confused, thoughtful looks sweep the room as Percy is announced at court by name – his full name, makes her swallow a laugh. Anyone with such a lengthy name must be someone of import, in their mind, and yet they all have no idea who he is. It’s delightful.
But it’s necessary, so she dresses to impress (not that anyone will be; she is an elf, after all, Inquisitor or no), and does her best to ready herself for the trial to come. And it’s going to be a trial. At least she’s not alone. She has her advisors, and she has her companions. She would be lost without Josephine and Leliana and Cullen.
The fact of the matter is that she’s going to be on uneven footing the entire bloody evening. In a palace full of humans who don’t think much of her people. Which is why she’s glad to have Percy there. She’d insisted on the invitation being extended to him as well, despite Cullen and Leliana preferring otherwise. Josephine, too, probably, but she liked Percy well enough despite that.
Watching the whispers and confused, thoughtful looks sweep the room as Percy is announced at court by name – his full name, makes her swallow a laugh. Anyone with such a lengthy name must be someone of import, in their mind, and yet they all have no idea who he is. It’s delightful.