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Her Mantle Is Love
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Choosing Day: The Seven Sisters
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
There is a goddess
who lives between stars:
her name is her mantle,
her mantle is love.
She is that which calls:
firemen to fires,
police to murders,
moths to flames.
She is that which keeps:
black hole horizon,
shadow beside you,
fifth part of soul.
When all else is lost,
she endures,
she endures,
she endures.
- Litany of the Starlit Embrace
The prayer spills from your lips unbidden, spoken so many times that you know it by heart. Today is another choosing day: you are to pick your clients for the next year, a sacred vow that will tie you deeply to them, if only for a time. You've done this many times before, but still... The responsibility of carrying another's child doesn't really grow any lighter. (Ha.)
Shifting slightly, you sneak a glance at the Sister beside you, and catch them looking back.
Who are you, again?
[ ] Aya Ninetails, five hundred years old and supremely jaded. You continue in your duties not because you enjoy the sex, but because you enjoy meeting people from all walks of life and teasing them mercilessly. Not to mention that the position lets you lie around all day and be waited on hand and foot.
Aya is a Kitsune Noblewoman with a strong Hedonistic streak but a low Sex Drive. She enjoys commanding submissives to do things to her or each other, but she generally doesn't actively participate. Due to her laid-back nature, she's difficult to fluster, but it also takes more Will for her to muster up comparable Motivation to others.
[ ] Cheri Aprise, ritual leader and missionary to the world. You preside over those occasions when the Sisterhood must arrange the conception of a prince or princess, with all the pomp and ceremony that entails. Unashamed of your body and eager to share, your guidance has helped many kings and queens to perform their duties without faltering.
Cheri is a Human Dancer with an Exhibitionist kink. While she loves Fun and Sex, what she really craves is Respect. To that end, she attempts to make the use of her body into an artform, something not only erotic but impressive. Her clients' reactions to her experiments are somewhat mixed.
[ ] Ishaza Laethis, self-professed "madam" of the Sisters. You enjoy your duties tremendously, due to a combination of high libido and a sense of sacred purpose. While you dislike being personally pregnant, (it interferes with your daily life too much) you are the best among the sisters at matchmaking and convincing clients to take the plunge. You think that seduction might be your true calling in life.
Ishaza is a Tiefling Courtesan, a shameless Tease who has trouble properly Belonging to another. She enjoys sex, always takes an active role, and will almost accidentally usurp control from a dominant who's unable to satisfy her. She has a not-so-secret weakness for shy girls.
[ ] Tasha Blackhorn, cute but wise. You see your duties as a way to connect with others and help them become more truly themselves: more than any of the Sisters, you truly believe that what you do is holy. While some of the other sisters move through clients quickly, you linger on each one, taking the full year, no less. You want to be certain that you leave behind a life made better for your presence.
Tasha is a Dragonblooded Priestess, deeply Compassionate and a bit Clingy. The Investment and Will she pours into her clients can resolve deeply-rooted problems other Sisters would struggle with - but that same deep Investment makes it hard for her to let go. She's highly responsive in bed, shaping herself to be the partner her partner needs: sometimes the other Sisters have to remind her to look after her own wants and desires. When she's not on-duty, she enjoys being worshipped and treated as the most precious thing in the world.
[X] Elisandra Whyte, as shameless as she is curvaceous. To be perfectly honest, you're here because you have a kink for being bred and love a good challenge. Whenever there's a client with - shall we say mechanical difficulties? Dragons and driders and lamia and so on? You're the one that the other Sisters turn to. No matter who or what you have to conquer, you're confident that you're up to the task.
Elisandra is an Elven Surrogate with a Breeding kink and not enough concern for her own Safety. Energetic and headstrong, she forges ahead rather than succumbing to fear. Of all the sisters, it's quite possible she's the one who has the most fun with her duties - though her carefree attitude can sometimes attract scandal.
[ ] Kumi Shiromusume, the mischievous one. A trained hypnotist, you too enjoy the dance of seduction, the will-we-or-won't-we of foreplay: the only difference between you and Ishaza is that you already know what the answer will be. Clients who need someone to trust are sent first to you, and you hold that obligation as a sacred bond.
Kumi is a Kitsune Hypnotist with a strong sense of Duty and Belonging. While this devotion makes her easy to trust for some, her deeper attachment to her faith than her clients can leave them feeling second-best. She gives excellent (if very fluffy) hugs.
[ ] Liath Seventh-Circle, an honest-to-the-goddess Demoness, and a sign that this Sisterhood is truly blessed. Here on earth, you have authority only an Angel or the Goddess Herself can gainsay, and are the de facto leader of the entire Sisterhood. Though sometimes you do come on a bit too strong for clients.
Liath is a Succubus of Pride, and she demands Respect and Power. When her desires are not accommodated, her high Sex Drive and her Sadistic streak can get away with her. That said - she demands respect for a reason. More experienced than even Aya, she exudes a Dominant Aura that few can gainsay.
who lives between stars:
her name is her mantle,
her mantle is love.
She is that which calls:
firemen to fires,
police to murders,
moths to flames.
She is that which keeps:
black hole horizon,
shadow beside you,
fifth part of soul.
When all else is lost,
she endures,
she endures,
she endures.
- Litany of the Starlit Embrace
The prayer spills from your lips unbidden, spoken so many times that you know it by heart. Today is another choosing day: you are to pick your clients for the next year, a sacred vow that will tie you deeply to them, if only for a time. You've done this many times before, but still... The responsibility of carrying another's child doesn't really grow any lighter. (Ha.)
Shifting slightly, you sneak a glance at the Sister beside you, and catch them looking back.
Who are you, again?
[ ] Aya Ninetails, five hundred years old and supremely jaded. You continue in your duties not because you enjoy the sex, but because you enjoy meeting people from all walks of life and teasing them mercilessly. Not to mention that the position lets you lie around all day and be waited on hand and foot.
Aya is a Kitsune Noblewoman with a strong Hedonistic streak but a low Sex Drive. She enjoys commanding submissives to do things to her or each other, but she generally doesn't actively participate. Due to her laid-back nature, she's difficult to fluster, but it also takes more Will for her to muster up comparable Motivation to others.
[ ] Cheri Aprise, ritual leader and missionary to the world. You preside over those occasions when the Sisterhood must arrange the conception of a prince or princess, with all the pomp and ceremony that entails. Unashamed of your body and eager to share, your guidance has helped many kings and queens to perform their duties without faltering.
Cheri is a Human Dancer with an Exhibitionist kink. While she loves Fun and Sex, what she really craves is Respect. To that end, she attempts to make the use of her body into an artform, something not only erotic but impressive. Her clients' reactions to her experiments are somewhat mixed.
[ ] Ishaza Laethis, self-professed "madam" of the Sisters. You enjoy your duties tremendously, due to a combination of high libido and a sense of sacred purpose. While you dislike being personally pregnant, (it interferes with your daily life too much) you are the best among the sisters at matchmaking and convincing clients to take the plunge. You think that seduction might be your true calling in life.
Ishaza is a Tiefling Courtesan, a shameless Tease who has trouble properly Belonging to another. She enjoys sex, always takes an active role, and will almost accidentally usurp control from a dominant who's unable to satisfy her. She has a not-so-secret weakness for shy girls.
[ ] Tasha Blackhorn, cute but wise. You see your duties as a way to connect with others and help them become more truly themselves: more than any of the Sisters, you truly believe that what you do is holy. While some of the other sisters move through clients quickly, you linger on each one, taking the full year, no less. You want to be certain that you leave behind a life made better for your presence.
Tasha is a Dragonblooded Priestess, deeply Compassionate and a bit Clingy. The Investment and Will she pours into her clients can resolve deeply-rooted problems other Sisters would struggle with - but that same deep Investment makes it hard for her to let go. She's highly responsive in bed, shaping herself to be the partner her partner needs: sometimes the other Sisters have to remind her to look after her own wants and desires. When she's not on-duty, she enjoys being worshipped and treated as the most precious thing in the world.
[X] Elisandra Whyte, as shameless as she is curvaceous. To be perfectly honest, you're here because you have a kink for being bred and love a good challenge. Whenever there's a client with - shall we say mechanical difficulties? Dragons and driders and lamia and so on? You're the one that the other Sisters turn to. No matter who or what you have to conquer, you're confident that you're up to the task.
Elisandra is an Elven Surrogate with a Breeding kink and not enough concern for her own Safety. Energetic and headstrong, she forges ahead rather than succumbing to fear. Of all the sisters, it's quite possible she's the one who has the most fun with her duties - though her carefree attitude can sometimes attract scandal.
[ ] Kumi Shiromusume, the mischievous one. A trained hypnotist, you too enjoy the dance of seduction, the will-we-or-won't-we of foreplay: the only difference between you and Ishaza is that you already know what the answer will be. Clients who need someone to trust are sent first to you, and you hold that obligation as a sacred bond.
Kumi is a Kitsune Hypnotist with a strong sense of Duty and Belonging. While this devotion makes her easy to trust for some, her deeper attachment to her faith than her clients can leave them feeling second-best. She gives excellent (if very fluffy) hugs.
[ ] Liath Seventh-Circle, an honest-to-the-goddess Demoness, and a sign that this Sisterhood is truly blessed. Here on earth, you have authority only an Angel or the Goddess Herself can gainsay, and are the de facto leader of the entire Sisterhood. Though sometimes you do come on a bit too strong for clients.
Liath is a Succubus of Pride, and she demands Respect and Power. When her desires are not accommodated, her high Sex Drive and her Sadistic streak can get away with her. That said - she demands respect for a reason. More experienced than even Aya, she exudes a Dominant Aura that few can gainsay.
I'd like to take a moment to thank the players and GM of Seasons, the other authors of Ero-Empire (particularly Growth and Kadmos), and everyone else I've ever had a good scene with (you know who you are) for giving me the confidence to post an outright lewd quest.
I'd also like to thank the moderation team of Sufficient Velocity for giving a home to this potentially highly-controversial content: I deeply appreciate the work you do to keep this forum a welcoming environment for all, and I earnestly hope that this thread does not end up causing you much extra workload.
And to one particularly special person: This, like all things I write, is at least 50% a love letter to you.
I'd also like to thank the moderation team of Sufficient Velocity for giving a home to this potentially highly-controversial content: I deeply appreciate the work you do to keep this forum a welcoming environment for all, and I earnestly hope that this thread does not end up causing you much extra workload.
And to one particularly special person: This, like all things I write, is at least 50% a love letter to you.
Choosing Day: Five Clients
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Elisandra Whyte, Temple Court
Catching Tasha's matched glance, both of you blush and look away. Neither of you is supposed to be paying attention to anything but the meditation pool right now.
Looking down into the depths, you murmur the familiar words once more, pausing momentarily to blow an errant strand of silvery hair out of your face. You can feel the excitement building, a tense knot in your gut, all butterflies. You're going to get knocked uuuuuup!~
Somehow, this part never gets old.
But by who? As you think that thought, the pool clears, your dark-skinned face sliding away across its surface as your clients' reflections appear. - Oh! Oh, you recognize these clients! They're at the temple already! - except that dragon. What about that dragon? As you consider him, his image sharpens, and a title appears above his head.
The Mountain Drakelord
- wow, he's big. You've had dragons before, but... This one is on a whole other scale. Apparently he's the lord of an entire volcano lair full of treasure? If you knew more about politics you could probably guess his name, despite the "privacy measures." (He's A Dragon, Role Reversal, Really Huge Dick)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Mountain Drakelord's child...
You dismiss his image again, and consider what you know about the rest of your potential clients.
The Shadowy Wanderer
She doesn't talk above a whisper. She wears a long, voluminous cloak. She really dislikes sunlight. Honestly, she's really cute: it's just that she's having trouble being solid enough to have sex with. (Romance, Training, Affection)
[X] Resolve to bear the Shadowy Wanderer's child...
Ooh. Tentacles. Those are always fun. And what did she do to her hair? Are those pieces of gold leaf? Why's she here so quietly? Is there some problem? You're intrigued. (Tentacles, Seduction, Intrigue, ???)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Scylla Princess' child...
The Troubled Elfwife
Apparently she has a phobia of sex that she wasn't aware about until she discovered she was lesbian, not asexual. She wants her phobia trained out of her, but her wife cares about her too deeply to do it herself. Also, could they have a baby? (Consensual Noncon, Bondage, Polyamory)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Troubled Elfwife's child...
The Last Direwolf
Huge and sleek and powerfully muscular, and smart too. The glowing symbols over his shoulders are how he speaks, and he's surprisingly articulate for - for, well, a really big wolf. You caught him discussing fashions in tea with Aya yesterday. What does a wolf get out of tea? (Rough Sex, Really A Lot Of Breeding, Interspecies Romance?)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Last Direwolf's child...
Catching Tasha's matched glance, both of you blush and look away. Neither of you is supposed to be paying attention to anything but the meditation pool right now.
Looking down into the depths, you murmur the familiar words once more, pausing momentarily to blow an errant strand of silvery hair out of your face. You can feel the excitement building, a tense knot in your gut, all butterflies. You're going to get knocked uuuuuup!~
Somehow, this part never gets old.
But by who? As you think that thought, the pool clears, your dark-skinned face sliding away across its surface as your clients' reflections appear. - Oh! Oh, you recognize these clients! They're at the temple already! - except that dragon. What about that dragon? As you consider him, his image sharpens, and a title appears above his head.
The Mountain Drakelord
- wow, he's big. You've had dragons before, but... This one is on a whole other scale. Apparently he's the lord of an entire volcano lair full of treasure? If you knew more about politics you could probably guess his name, despite the "privacy measures." (He's A Dragon, Role Reversal, Really Huge Dick)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Mountain Drakelord's child...
[ ] Because you like the idea of being claimed as one of his treasures.
[ ] Because you want to see if you can take that giant cock.
[ ] Because he's filthy rich and you like the lifestyle.
[ ] Because you want to see if you can take that giant cock.
[ ] Because he's filthy rich and you like the lifestyle.
You dismiss his image again, and consider what you know about the rest of your potential clients.
The Shadowy Wanderer
She doesn't talk above a whisper. She wears a long, voluminous cloak. She really dislikes sunlight. Honestly, she's really cute: it's just that she's having trouble being solid enough to have sex with. (Romance, Training, Affection)
[X] Resolve to bear the Shadowy Wanderer's child...
[X] Because you have a crush on her.
[ ] Because you want to bully her.
[ ] Because you feel bad for her.
The Scylla Princess[ ] Because you want to bully her.
[ ] Because you feel bad for her.
Ooh. Tentacles. Those are always fun. And what did she do to her hair? Are those pieces of gold leaf? Why's she here so quietly? Is there some problem? You're intrigued. (Tentacles, Seduction, Intrigue, ???)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Scylla Princess' child...
[ ] Because she lives surrounded by all the treasures of the deep.
[ ] Because you're still intrigued by tentacles even after many, many rounds.
[ ] Because you want to learn what's going on.
[ ] Because you're still intrigued by tentacles even after many, many rounds.
[ ] Because you want to learn what's going on.
The Troubled Elfwife
Apparently she has a phobia of sex that she wasn't aware about until she discovered she was lesbian, not asexual. She wants her phobia trained out of her, but her wife cares about her too deeply to do it herself. Also, could they have a baby? (Consensual Noncon, Bondage, Polyamory)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Troubled Elfwife's child...
[ ] Because you love sharing big experiences with people.
[ ] Because you'll get off on training her.
[ ] Because you sympathize with her situation.
[ ] Because you'll get off on training her.
[ ] Because you sympathize with her situation.
The Last Direwolf
Huge and sleek and powerfully muscular, and smart too. The glowing symbols over his shoulders are how he speaks, and he's surprisingly articulate for - for, well, a really big wolf. You caught him discussing fashions in tea with Aya yesterday. What does a wolf get out of tea? (Rough Sex, Really A Lot Of Breeding, Interspecies Romance?)
[ ] Resolve to bear the Last Direwolf's child...
[ ] Because you um kind of maybe have a crush on him. Even though he's a wolf.
[ ] Because you keep thinking about the clawmarks he'd leave on you.
[ ] Because it would be wrong for there to be no more dire wolves anymore.
[ ] Because you keep thinking about the clawmarks he'd leave on you.
[ ] Because it would be wrong for there to be no more dire wolves anymore.
Choosing Day: The Shadow GIrl
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You closely examine the images in the pool, and gradually a blush spreads across your face. The - the Shadowy Wanderer, you know her. She's called Thiassa. You picked up a - thing she dropped - once, to give it back to her. Um. Apparently she's still having some trouble being solid enough for clothes.
...you're not crushing on her just because you got an eyeful, you swear! Though she is really, really cute. It was - sad that she had to deal with that? And she's trying so hard to blend in and be something close to human... That says she cares really a lot about others. Maybe she's lonely? ...Maybe you could help her be less lonely?
You really have got it bad, haven't you. With a moment's glance of regret at the Direwolf's claws, you focus all your thoughts on Thiassa -
(Thiassa shaping her shadowy fingers into long, delicate claws. Thiassa leaving hickeys on your neck. Thiassa putting her child inside you...)
Nope nope nope you are doing this entirely out of pure and nonlewd motives because you think she's cute and you want to help her. Also, aren't you supposed to be the one in charge?
- maybe you could train her to stay solid by doing suspension bondage. Then she only gets to be touched so long as she can stay in the restraints...
... Let's just shelve that thought for the moment. You've got to actually, um, tell her that you want to have her child. Oh this is going to be so fun aaaaaohgoddesshelp um yes feet are working yes there she is waiting in the courtyard take her hands like you're supposed to gosh they're so cold say the words already don't just stand here -
You summon up all your experience, lift your gaze to meet Thiassa's black eyes, and your mouth makes the words on its own.
"I, Elisandra Whyte, pledge my womb to your service and the service of my Goddess, to bear what life you'll give me. I swear my dedicated effort, my earnest compassion, and, Goddess willing, all my - all my love." No trouble with that part, thank you Goddess! "In return, do you swear to serve me faithfully, obey the dictates of my goddess, and stay by my side for a year and a day?"
She glances away, then meets your eyes again. " I - I do. This feels a bit - a bit like a wedding I guess? Do I kiss you now? Is that ok?"
Well, um. It'd maybe be okay, but -
[X] Think about bearing her child, and go for it.
...you're not crushing on her just because you got an eyeful, you swear! Though she is really, really cute. It was - sad that she had to deal with that? And she's trying so hard to blend in and be something close to human... That says she cares really a lot about others. Maybe she's lonely? ...Maybe you could help her be less lonely?
You really have got it bad, haven't you. With a moment's glance of regret at the Direwolf's claws, you focus all your thoughts on Thiassa -
(Thiassa shaping her shadowy fingers into long, delicate claws. Thiassa leaving hickeys on your neck. Thiassa putting her child inside you...)
Nope nope nope you are doing this entirely out of pure and nonlewd motives because you think she's cute and you want to help her. Also, aren't you supposed to be the one in charge?
- maybe you could train her to stay solid by doing suspension bondage. Then she only gets to be touched so long as she can stay in the restraints...
... Let's just shelve that thought for the moment. You've got to actually, um, tell her that you want to have her child. Oh this is going to be so fun aaaaaohgoddesshelp um yes feet are working yes there she is waiting in the courtyard take her hands like you're supposed to gosh they're so cold say the words already don't just stand here -
You summon up all your experience, lift your gaze to meet Thiassa's black eyes, and your mouth makes the words on its own.
"I, Elisandra Whyte, pledge my womb to your service and the service of my Goddess, to bear what life you'll give me. I swear my dedicated effort, my earnest compassion, and, Goddess willing, all my - all my love." No trouble with that part, thank you Goddess! "In return, do you swear to serve me faithfully, obey the dictates of my goddess, and stay by my side for a year and a day?"
She glances away, then meets your eyes again. " I - I do. This feels a bit - a bit like a wedding I guess? Do I kiss you now? Is that ok?"
Well, um. It'd maybe be okay, but -
[X] Think about bearing her child, and go for it.
[ ] It's such a thrill!
[X] You want to see the look on her face when you part.
[ ] Don't french her in the middle of the courtyard: a chaste kiss is enough. [X] You want to see the look on her face when you part.
[ ] Even though you're all tangled in knots.
[ ] Lust can wait: right now you want to be here for her.
[ ] Maybe kissing her wouldn't be a good idea.[ ] Lust can wait: right now you want to be here for her.
[ ] It's - against procedure or something.
[ ] What if she hates you forever?
[ ] What if she hates you forever?
A Kiss For The Shadow Girl
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- but you can think about that when you're not kissing her.
You step in, one hand sliding up Thiassa's forearm: she lets out a little "ah", and you catch her with her lips half-parted, your own mouth firm against hers, warm and full. You can feel the tension in her, but she kisses back, tongue meeting yours: your fingers slip higher to tangle in her hair, guiding her -
Thiassa makes a little noise, pulls away through your fingers - cold, like summer mist - and you catch the curve of her chin with your hand as she looks away, barely managing to make it a caress.
You smile uncertainly.
Thisassa lifts an unsteady hand, and touches her lips with two fingertips.
"That was - that was. Wow." She sneaks a glance at you, a light smile on her lips: now you know she blushes purple.
Then she pulls out of your embrace, wrapping her cloak closer around herself. "But - but we hardly even know each other. It's - it doesn't feel right, I don't want to just, just be a toy for you!" She flushes an even deeper violet. "You're going to be the mother of my child! Shouldn't we at least, you, know, um, date? Or something? That's how this is supposed to work, right?"
She looks across the courtyard, to where Kumi is talking with a fair-skinned elf: she already has one of her fox tails wrapped around the elven woman's waist. "Um! Miss priestess? We're supposed to date first, right? That's how this works?"
Kumi looks up from her conversation, and shrugs artfully. "It's up to Elisandra, ultimately. You did swear to serve her..."
Thiassa looks back at you, hunching even smaller. "- could you. Could you please not go so fast, ma'am? I. I liked it, but..."
You meet her gaze, your lust only kindled brighter by that too-short kiss, and consider your answer.
[ ] "But...?" Smile knowingly. "But you don't know if you can hold yourself back?"
[ ] "Ma'am? That does seem to fit." Smile with teeth.
[ ] "But actually, you should call me..." (Write in a dominant title for Elisandra to use. Subject to approval.)
[ ] "You're really cute when you blush like that."
[ ] "I'm - I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing... You can. Go. If, if you want, I mean."
You step in, one hand sliding up Thiassa's forearm: she lets out a little "ah", and you catch her with her lips half-parted, your own mouth firm against hers, warm and full. You can feel the tension in her, but she kisses back, tongue meeting yours: your fingers slip higher to tangle in her hair, guiding her -
Thiassa makes a little noise, pulls away through your fingers - cold, like summer mist - and you catch the curve of her chin with your hand as she looks away, barely managing to make it a caress.
You smile uncertainly.
Thisassa lifts an unsteady hand, and touches her lips with two fingertips.
"That was - that was. Wow." She sneaks a glance at you, a light smile on her lips: now you know she blushes purple.
Then she pulls out of your embrace, wrapping her cloak closer around herself. "But - but we hardly even know each other. It's - it doesn't feel right, I don't want to just, just be a toy for you!" She flushes an even deeper violet. "You're going to be the mother of my child! Shouldn't we at least, you, know, um, date? Or something? That's how this is supposed to work, right?"
She looks across the courtyard, to where Kumi is talking with a fair-skinned elf: she already has one of her fox tails wrapped around the elven woman's waist. "Um! Miss priestess? We're supposed to date first, right? That's how this works?"
Kumi looks up from her conversation, and shrugs artfully. "It's up to Elisandra, ultimately. You did swear to serve her..."
Thiassa looks back at you, hunching even smaller. "- could you. Could you please not go so fast, ma'am? I. I liked it, but..."
You meet her gaze, your lust only kindled brighter by that too-short kiss, and consider your answer.
[ ] "But...?" Smile knowingly. "But you don't know if you can hold yourself back?"
[ ] Bluff! Bluff her! She wants someone to take charge, don't show weakness!
[ ] You just need to fuck: she's not going to be yours.
[ ] Tilt your head consideringly. "...But you don't know if you're ready to be mine yet?"[ ] You just need to fuck: she's not going to be yours.
[ ] You can do slow, even if your libido disagrees.
[ ] Shove down your interfering libido.
[X] "...But there's more to a relationship than liking it when someone kisses you." Nod understandingly. "Let's date, then!"[ ] Shove down your interfering libido.
[ ] "What would you like to do?"
[ ] "Would you like to go see one of Cheri's performances?"
[ ] "Would you like to go for a hike around the city?"
[ ] "Would you like to go out for dinner?"
[ ] "Would you like to go stargazing tonight?"
[X] "Would you like to go out dancing?"
[ ] "Would you like to go to a spa?"
[ ] "Would you like to go on a tour of the temple? I could show you where your room is."
[ ] "It's okay, you don't need to justify anything to me."
[ ] "Please, call me Elisandra."[ ] "Would you like to go see one of Cheri's performances?"
[ ] "Would you like to go for a hike around the city?"
[ ] "Would you like to go out for dinner?"
[ ] "Would you like to go stargazing tonight?"
[X] "Would you like to go out dancing?"
[ ] "Would you like to go to a spa?"
[ ] "Would you like to go on a tour of the temple? I could show you where your room is."
[ ] "It's okay, you don't need to justify anything to me."
[ ] "Ma'am? That does seem to fit." Smile with teeth.
[ ] "But actually, you should call me..." (Write in a dominant title for Elisandra to use. Subject to approval.)
[ ] "You're really cute when you blush like that."
[ ] "I'm - I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing... You can. Go. If, if you want, I mean."
Let's Dance
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"You're really cute when you blush like that." You smile like a cat, a little thrill going through you at how flustered you've made her. Does - does she think you're hot?
She meets your gaze, and snaps back: "And you're an insufferable tease! Gosh, taking advantage of a cute little girl too wispy to resist - you're as bad as they say!" She giggles, swaying back and forth beneath her cloak, one knuckle still pressed to her lips. "I'm definitely going to have to get you back for that."
"I'll have to watch out while we're on our date, then." You run a hand through your hair, that light smile still lingering on your lips. "-would you like to go out dancing? I know a great club in the city, they - "
Thiassa frowns. "Do they use stage lights?"
You blink. "Uh. I guess they do?"
She sighs, and bites her lip. "I can't go then: it messes up my body. Strobes are - really really bad. And it's not like I can go dancing wearing this." She lifts her arm to demonstrate the considerable heft of her cloak. "The damn thing ruins everything: it's such a wet blanket."
You smother a laugh with your hand, but can't hide your smile at the unexpected wordplay. Normally you'd groan at best, but - she's just trying so hard! - And she swore! You didn't think she had it in her!
... You really seriously have such a crush.
Thiassa seems to have noticed, too. She steps in, one hand resting on your shoulder, two fingers playing with a curl of your silvery hair.
"So, miss Priestess. Have any better ideas?"
Her sudden confidence takes you completely off-guard: you blush furiously, momentarily lost for words.
Thiassa giggles. "No? Then how do you feel about going somewhere I like? After all, you're the one trying to learn to love me, right?" She steps away and does a half-twirl, her heavy cloak flaring a little: then she looks back over her shoulder coquettishly. "What do you say, Elisandra? Shall I pick you up here this evening?"
(aaaaa, she used your naaaaame!!!)
[X] Even if you do want to be hers, you're not giving in so easily!
She meets your gaze, and snaps back: "And you're an insufferable tease! Gosh, taking advantage of a cute little girl too wispy to resist - you're as bad as they say!" She giggles, swaying back and forth beneath her cloak, one knuckle still pressed to her lips. "I'm definitely going to have to get you back for that."
"I'll have to watch out while we're on our date, then." You run a hand through your hair, that light smile still lingering on your lips. "-would you like to go out dancing? I know a great club in the city, they - "
Thiassa frowns. "Do they use stage lights?"
You blink. "Uh. I guess they do?"
She sighs, and bites her lip. "I can't go then: it messes up my body. Strobes are - really really bad. And it's not like I can go dancing wearing this." She lifts her arm to demonstrate the considerable heft of her cloak. "The damn thing ruins everything: it's such a wet blanket."
You smother a laugh with your hand, but can't hide your smile at the unexpected wordplay. Normally you'd groan at best, but - she's just trying so hard! - And she swore! You didn't think she had it in her!
... You really seriously have such a crush.
Thiassa seems to have noticed, too. She steps in, one hand resting on your shoulder, two fingers playing with a curl of your silvery hair.
"So, miss Priestess. Have any better ideas?"
Her sudden confidence takes you completely off-guard: you blush furiously, momentarily lost for words.
Thiassa giggles. "No? Then how do you feel about going somewhere I like? After all, you're the one trying to learn to love me, right?" She steps away and does a half-twirl, her heavy cloak flaring a little: then she looks back over her shoulder coquettishly. "What do you say, Elisandra? Shall I pick you up here this evening?"
(aaaaa, she used your naaaaame!!!)
[X] Even if you do want to be hers, you're not giving in so easily!
[ ] There's a gothy club you know where they do dark dances: it'd be an adventure! A bit scary, but an adventure!
[ ] And it's not as if she needs to flail all over the place: lots of people dance in cloaks.
[ ] Since nobody will be able to see anyway, she could maybe... leave her cloak at the door?
[X] Maybe she wants something more romantic. There are some old temple ruins out by the edge of town: you could dance there, alone by moonlight.
[ ] In a slow dance like that, you could lead her gracefully.
[ ] It's more important that she has fun than you do.
[X] And if she wanted to dance without her cloak, there would be nobody else there to see.
[ ] You just happen to be close friends with a talented dance instructor.
[ ] Maybe Cheri could teach Thiassa how to dance fluidly while wearing her cloak?
[ ] Maybe Cheri could teach Thiassa how to be less shy?
[ ] Why does she need the cloak, anyway?
[ ] Maybe dancing isn't such a good idea. Instead, suggest that the two of you...
[ ] ...go see one of Cheri's performances.
[ ] ...go for a hike around the city.
[ ] ...go out for dinner.
[ ] ...go stargazing tonight.
[ ] ...visit a spa.
[ ] ...take a tour of the temple, ending with her room.
[ ] You don't care where you go: you just want to be with her. (Concede Social Combat. Thiassa arranges the date.)[ ] And it's not as if she needs to flail all over the place: lots of people dance in cloaks.
[ ] Since nobody will be able to see anyway, she could maybe... leave her cloak at the door?
[X] Maybe she wants something more romantic. There are some old temple ruins out by the edge of town: you could dance there, alone by moonlight.
[ ] In a slow dance like that, you could lead her gracefully.
[ ] It's more important that she has fun than you do.
[X] And if she wanted to dance without her cloak, there would be nobody else there to see.
[ ] You just happen to be close friends with a talented dance instructor.
[ ] Maybe Cheri could teach Thiassa how to dance fluidly while wearing her cloak?
[ ] Maybe Cheri could teach Thiassa how to be less shy?
[ ] Why does she need the cloak, anyway?
[ ] Maybe dancing isn't such a good idea. Instead, suggest that the two of you...
[ ] ...go see one of Cheri's performances.
[ ] ...go for a hike around the city.
[ ] ...go out for dinner.
[ ] ...go stargazing tonight.
[ ] ...visit a spa.
[ ] ...take a tour of the temple, ending with her room.
The Date is Set
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You raise a finger. "You're going to take us somewhere romantic, right?"
Thiassa tilts her head. "Ummmm. Maybe? I don't want to give anything away..."
"I know just the place, then. There's an abandoned temple hall on the outskirts of the city -"
"- where the gardens have spread out onto the mountainside?"
"Um - yes, actually -"
"Did - am I that easy to read??? I always wanted to go there - I was actually planning to suggest that we - You're impossible!" Thiassa huffs, and pulls her cloak's hood down over her face.
You do your best to keep from giggling: it's time for you to show off your local knowledge. "That's an old, old residence of the Sisters' temple, actually. If you wanted to go there, then I could give you a tour and tell you all about its history. There's an abandoned ballroom along the western side, did you know? It's kind of covered with greenery now, and I don't know if it's still safe, but - I was thinking we could maybe dance there together? If it's at all suitable." You try to get a peek under her hood, but it's far too dark for you to see.
Thiassa lifts the edge of her hood slightly: as you suspected, she's blushing a lovely purple underneath. "Um. Okay, I guess you've convinced me... You blatant cheating mindreader."
You pat her gently through her hood. "Don't worry, I'll take lots of blankets so we won't get cold, and food, and, um -"
"Will you take this, too?" You glance down: Thiassa is holding out one silvery palm to you.
Your breath catches: your hand falls into hers, and you nod.
"And keep it safe?" Thiassa smiles, gently squeezing your hand.
"Yes, Thiassa." You're not sure if you've ever meant anything as much as those two words.
Her fingers drift across your palm, the tiniest of caresses. "Call me Thistle. And you can be... Sunflower." She shifts back her hood a little, and steps in to you, wrapping one arm around your waist: the embrace feels easy, natural. Resting her head against your skin, she speaks lowly: not quite a whisper, yet still so soft that only you could hear.
"I'm sorry for being a bit shy, Sunflower. I- it flusters me, having to come to someone else to... help me with things. It's embarrassing. I'm an adventurer, you know? I'm used to being the competent one! But then along comes this elven woman, with her forward kisses and her sunflower-head skin, and suddenly I just don't know what to do..."
Her voice falls even lower, properly a whisper now. "... but if you'll take my hand, I'll lead where you follow. We'll dance in the moonlight together, where I won't need this cloak, or any other clothes for that matter, and you can show me the old ritual room where the ceremonies used to happen, don't say it, I know you were thinking about it, and if somebody says we're moving too fast for a first date they can go fuck themselves." She grins at you mischeviously. "How does that plan sound, Sunflower?"
You lean over, and kiss her. She holds her hood on: when you finally pull away, both of you are short of breath.
"That's not an answer," she manages. "Use your words."
You duck your head and blush. "Yes. That was a yes."
"Ohgood." She shifts away slightly - untangles her cloak from your dress - lets your hand slip free of hers.
She takes a step away, then looks back over her shoulder.
"... Don't keep me waiting, now. Sunset's in only four hours."
You curtsey: you're not sure you could hide your smile if you tried. "Yes, Thistle."
She returns a sloppier curtsey, and then she's gone, off down the temple stairs.
... What on earth are you going to do for four hours?
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Thiassa tilts her head. "Ummmm. Maybe? I don't want to give anything away..."
"I know just the place, then. There's an abandoned temple hall on the outskirts of the city -"
"- where the gardens have spread out onto the mountainside?"
"Um - yes, actually -"
"Did - am I that easy to read??? I always wanted to go there - I was actually planning to suggest that we - You're impossible!" Thiassa huffs, and pulls her cloak's hood down over her face.
You do your best to keep from giggling: it's time for you to show off your local knowledge. "That's an old, old residence of the Sisters' temple, actually. If you wanted to go there, then I could give you a tour and tell you all about its history. There's an abandoned ballroom along the western side, did you know? It's kind of covered with greenery now, and I don't know if it's still safe, but - I was thinking we could maybe dance there together? If it's at all suitable." You try to get a peek under her hood, but it's far too dark for you to see.
Thiassa lifts the edge of her hood slightly: as you suspected, she's blushing a lovely purple underneath. "Um. Okay, I guess you've convinced me... You blatant cheating mindreader."
You pat her gently through her hood. "Don't worry, I'll take lots of blankets so we won't get cold, and food, and, um -"
"Will you take this, too?" You glance down: Thiassa is holding out one silvery palm to you.
Your breath catches: your hand falls into hers, and you nod.
"And keep it safe?" Thiassa smiles, gently squeezing your hand.
"Yes, Thiassa." You're not sure if you've ever meant anything as much as those two words.
Her fingers drift across your palm, the tiniest of caresses. "Call me Thistle. And you can be... Sunflower." She shifts back her hood a little, and steps in to you, wrapping one arm around your waist: the embrace feels easy, natural. Resting her head against your skin, she speaks lowly: not quite a whisper, yet still so soft that only you could hear.
"I'm sorry for being a bit shy, Sunflower. I- it flusters me, having to come to someone else to... help me with things. It's embarrassing. I'm an adventurer, you know? I'm used to being the competent one! But then along comes this elven woman, with her forward kisses and her sunflower-head skin, and suddenly I just don't know what to do..."
Her voice falls even lower, properly a whisper now. "... but if you'll take my hand, I'll lead where you follow. We'll dance in the moonlight together, where I won't need this cloak, or any other clothes for that matter, and you can show me the old ritual room where the ceremonies used to happen, don't say it, I know you were thinking about it, and if somebody says we're moving too fast for a first date they can go fuck themselves." She grins at you mischeviously. "How does that plan sound, Sunflower?"
You lean over, and kiss her. She holds her hood on: when you finally pull away, both of you are short of breath.
"That's not an answer," she manages. "Use your words."
You duck your head and blush. "Yes. That was a yes."
"Ohgood." She shifts away slightly - untangles her cloak from your dress - lets your hand slip free of hers.
She takes a step away, then looks back over her shoulder.
"... Don't keep me waiting, now. Sunset's in only four hours."
You curtsey: you're not sure you could hide your smile if you tried. "Yes, Thistle."
She returns a sloppier curtsey, and then she's gone, off down the temple stairs.
... What on earth are you going to do for four hours?
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First Date, pt 1.
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You look up from your daydream, and find yourself back in the central courtyard, beneath the statue of the Goddess. You pray to her, less in words than in longing, the feel of Thistle's hand, the sound of her voice, sunflower -
You bury your face in your hands and let out a trembling sigh. Yes, she's great, brain, but um could you maybe pause a moment? We're trying to do something here.
- her fingers, gently trailing across your palm -
Apparently not, no. And no, we are not thinking about that halfpromise she made. It's right out. For the same reasons as why we are not wearing the sheer dress, because we are a classy lady. Save it for when she's here.
"I don't think I've ever seen someone pray quite like that before," Thistle says from a few feet to your left.
You startle, twisting to look at her: she grins unrepentantly. "Can't someone else pray at the same statue as you, Sunflower?"
"You forgot to have footsteps."
Thistle taps her chin. "Did I? I didn't notice. Go on then, close your eyes, the date's not for another ten minutes…"
You snort, but close your eyes anyway: then you start to pray aloud.
"Goddess, give me the strength to endure this stinging Thistle and all her teasing, I don't know if I can take much more of this…"
"Goddess, give me the grace to endure this forward Sunflower and her high-and-mighty posturing..."
"Goddess, she's so ungrateful, she didn't even notice the pendant I got for her because she- "
"- you got me a pendant?"
Not opening your eyes, you hold up the ceramic sunflower hanging from your neck.
Thistle's fingers brush yours, familiarly cold: then they wrap around your fingers and the pendant both.
"...thank you," she manages. Her face presses into your shoulder. "You're really such a good Sunflower, and I'm sorry for teasing you…"
You turn, and gently kiss her forehead. "It's alright. I like it." Smiling against her skin, you run one hand through her dark hair. "You might be a Thistle, but you're my Thistle."
"… You mean that?"
You nod.
"… Then what are we waiting for? We have a date to go on."
You giggle. "Alright then. Goddess preserve us…"
Thistle nods. "Goddess preserve us."
You stand up together, Thistle's fingers still clasped around yours. You shift your hand, letting the pendant fall from your palm: she follows your lead, interlacing her fingers with yours. You kiss the back of her hand, and draw another blush from her: she looks away.
"Do you still need your hood?", you ask.
She shakes her head.
You brush it back, and let her hair fall free. You had thought it was black, but it's not: it's a deep, deep indigo, the color of a midnight sea, gleaming silvery where the lamplight catches it.
"You're beautiful." The words are - a fact.
Her eyes flick over to your face. "Really?"
You nod.
"Then kiss me."
You do.
She kisses back, her nails pressing into the back of your palm: she doesn't have to be careful now, doesn't need to worry about the sun. When she's done, you feel very thoroughly kissed.
You pet her hair again with your free hand, admiring the way its curls fall. "Good girl," you whisper.
She blushes terribly, but her eyes meet yours. "Yes," she nods. "Your good girl."
You lean in, and kiss her again, fingers tangling in her hair, raking along her scalp: this time you're the first to pull away, and the expression left on Thistle's face is everything you could have dreamed of.
"Why - why'd you stop?"
You gesture to the stairs down, unable to keep the impish smile from your face. "Ishaza's brought a car around for us, and I don't want to keep her waiting."
Thistle nods quickly. "Right, yes, date, okay. Moonlight, ruins. Um - Ishaza's driving us, right?"
You nod. "She'll be back to pick us up in the morning - I mean, if you're okay with spending the night in an abandoned building with a strange Sunflower."
She hums gently, and squeezes your hand. "Probably not what my mother would have advised me to do - but then if I'd listened to her, I wouldn't be an adventurer." She kisses your shoulder. "Lead on, lovely Sunflower."
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You cuddle in the backseat on the way there: neither of you seems to have the courage to - touch, not just yet. Or maybe it's just the knowing looks that Ishaza keeps giving you through the rear-view mirror.
Your fellow Sister leaves you with a huge picnic basket, strict instructions not to tilt it, and a piece of advice. "You'll need to find somewhere to sleep," she says. "I couldn't fit a tent in the basket. Maybe try the old dormitories?"
You and Thistle share a knowing look - anything in the old dormitories would be long since gone, and with all the blankets stuffed in this basket…
But your Sister flees with the car before the pair of you can interrogate her.
Thistle sighs. "I guess we'll find out what she left us later. Save it for last, or…?"
"I was never very good at saving my dessert till last."
She giggles. "Lead on then, Sunflower?"
"Of course, Thistle. I'll trailbreak, and you can bring the basket?"
"Sounds fair."
You grin, and set off into the ruins.
The underbrush isn't terribly thick, but there are a few places where overturned flagstones and tangled roots make hazards. You guide Thistle through them carefully: though her feet are adroit, she seems to appreciate the challenge of keeping the basket level across the treacherous footing. She passes the basket up a ruined wall to you: you pull her up afterward, steadying her against the smooth-fitted stones.
She grins. "Tired yet?"
You shake your head, gather your breath, and drop off the other side. You've taken three long strides before Thistle's laughter stops you.
"Sunflower! Sunfloweeeeeerrrr! How am I supposed to get the basket down, Sunflower?"
Blushingly, you turn around and hold up your hands for her to pass it down to you. Moonlight catches in her hair: you can just make out her silhouette against the sky.
"Ready?"
You feel the rough straw, test your grip. "Ready."
And there's the weight of it - wow, this is heavier than Thistle let on - and there we go, safely on the ground. Thistle drops down after it, still smiling. "Not everything has to be a competition, you know."
You brush her cheek with two fingers. "But how else am I supposed to win your heart?"
She turns her head, and kisses the backs of your nails. "Not with a cheesy line like that, I hope."
You nudge the picnic basket out of the way with your foot, and kiss her. This time it's soft, gentle, unhurried. You have all night, and - you don't need to prove anything. You both know how this goes, the steps in this dance. You part after what seems like both a moment and an hour.
Thistle runs a finger across your sunflower pendant, just shy of touching your collarbone. "You really are my Sunflower, aren't you?"
"That's the third time you've asked. Don't you think you know by now?"
"Just say the words."
"I'm your Sunflower, and you're my Thistle."
She nods seriously. "Good girl. Now - I think that building over there is the one Ishaza mentioned?"
You look over at it: it does seem to have a familiar shape. "- Yes, I think so. Onward to surprises?"
Thistle nods, and takes off running.
"- Hey!"
She keeps going, pausing only to toss you a short wave over her shoulder.
You look at her retreating shadow, then the basket, then back at the building.
"… well then."
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Ten minutes later, you finally catch up to her. She's waiting in front of the door to - what would be her room, if this was the living temple. Now that you're here in the ruined hall, with its faded stones and aging wood, you can tell that the layout matches perfectly.
Thistle smiles, and taps on the door. "Ready?"
You roll your eyes, and put the basket down with a groan of effort. "Like you haven't already peeked."
She shakes her head. "Would I do that to you? - okay maybe I would, but I don't want to. I want to share the surprise with you."
You step in, and take her hand. "Together, then."
"Together."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Now."
Your clasped hands turn the knob of the door, and -
Where on earth did Ishaza find fresh sunflowers? You're beyond wondering how she knew by now, she hears everything that happens in the temple - but still. Sunflowers. Stem and all, leaned up in the far corner all jauntily like they belong here.
You bury your face in your hands and giggle helplessly.
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It turns out that the basket contains:
One lovely pot of jasmine tea, wrapped in thick blankets. It's still quite hot, and the blankets are very, very warm and snuggly.
Two matching teacups, also carefully wrapped in blanket.
A long, flat box of polished wood, unlabelled, which turns out to contain two dozen tiny sandwiches of various types.
One box of chocolates, carefully insulated from the teapot beneath the teacups and the sandwiches.
Another, much larger wooden box. There's a post-it note stuck to it: Ishaza's delicate cursive announces that it contains Sex Toys.
You and Thistle share a look, and set that box aside on the bed. She pours you tea: you offer her a sandwich.
Rather than take it from you, Thistle eats right out of your hand: you do your best to hold the sandwich still for her at arm's length. As her tongue licks the crumbs from your fingers, you barely avoid making an undignified noise.
Retrieving your hand, you take a dignified sip of your tea. Thistle smiles at you across the table, and takes another sandwich.
You suppose you should eat too: you pick a sandwich at random. Some sort of fancy hors d'oeuvre thing, mostly bread. Perhaps you shouldn't have left this to Ishaza…
You look back up at Thistle, and find she's still looking at you. Her foot brushes your leg beneath the table, softly, softly.
You blush, and offer her a chocolate: she takes her time eating it, the warmth of her mouth staining your fingers. The table is - inconvenient. You let her finish, then stand and offer her your hand.
"May I have this dance?"
She takes your hand with a smile.
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It takes a few minutes for the two of you to find an area clear enough to dance in: though there was a courtyard here once, fallen walls and grown-up bushes have made the ground treacherous. You squeeze Thistle's hand, and she squeezes yours. Neither of you suggests going in search of the old ballroom.
- Here. This is the place. You know it's right.
Thistle shrugs off her cloak. She wears nothing beneath it but starlight.
You flush - but you're a courtesan, nudity is nothing to you. You strip off your own robe, the familiar movements somehow less fluid for some reason - gosh the wind is cold - and offer your hand to her once more.
She takes it, and steps in. You lead her: one two three, one two three, a simple waltz beat, slow and close, nakedness against nakedness. You can feel every breath and shift of her body, every touch, every movement. There's no music. It would only be a distraction.
"Did you know," she murmurs, "that I can feel light on my skin?"
You shake your head slightly.
"It's different for different colors. Violet burns. Blue is tingly, like sparks. Green is gentle, floaty. Yellow… soft, pressureful. Orange is like what humans tell me warmth is, and red is like - like soft pressure, like being held."
You nod.
"You feel like red."
"… You're mine, Thistle."
"I'm yours, Sunflower."
You dance like that until your teeth start to chatter: then Thistle blinks, and asks if you're cold. You don't have the energy to take the straight line. You just say yes.
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Thistle and you lie in bed together, all wrapped up against each other in the tea-warmed blankets. You feel… safe. Safe and comforted and right. You're naked and in bed with a pretty girl, yet… you don't really want to have sex. It's enough to just be held.
Thistle makes a soft noise, and you kiss her cheek. She smiles, and strokes your hair.
"See you in the morning?"
"See you in the morning."
You fall asleep almost instantly.
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Eventually, the sun rises. You're the first one awake: Thistle mumbles sleepily, the covers drawn up over her head to shut out the light.
Careful not to disturb her, you slip out of bed and close the curtains - another of Ishaza's helpful little additions. You're going to owe her so much after this.
Walking back to the bed, you sit down on its edge and watch Thistle sleep. She breathes slowly, evenly, her silver skin half-covered by blankets. You want to kiss it.
You pet her hair gently: she nuzzles into it, murmuring "'lower…" in her sleep. Three caresses more, and she wakes beneath your touch.
"...sunflower." She kisses your palm, then rubs her cheek against it.
You lower yourself down onto her, and kiss her chastely. She - wriggles. Oh. Oh you're on top of her and your hand is - you can touch her, right? She's okay with this? Your fingers slip down her shoulder, linger on her breast.
"...okay?"
She nods.
Your fingers keep moving, slipping down across her belly to alight on her thigh.
"...still okay?"
She hides her face in your palm, but nods against it.
You… hesitate, slowly caressing her thigh. She said anything...
"… May I?"
Thistle spreads her legs more, just slightly. Her breath is quick and shallow against your hand, but - yes, that's a tiny nod.
Your fingers slip in, and touch her sex. She gasps - you tremble - how is this this good - slow movements, gentle, gentle, she's so slick - you could - she's okay.
You shift your fingers inward, heat and wet enveloping them, and make slow, come-hither motions, training so ingrained it's become instinct. Thistle whimpers, and her thighs press in hard either side of your wrist: you just keep the same steady pace, stroke, stroke, strooooooke, easy rhythm, no effort at all.
She comes: you kiss her, and keep stroking, stroking, draggggggging out her orgasm, keeping her there for as long as you can. When she finally collapses back to the bed, gasping and spent, you snuggle in and whisper in her ear:
"That's one."
You bury your face in your hands and let out a trembling sigh. Yes, she's great, brain, but um could you maybe pause a moment? We're trying to do something here.
- her fingers, gently trailing across your palm -
Apparently not, no. And no, we are not thinking about that halfpromise she made. It's right out. For the same reasons as why we are not wearing the sheer dress, because we are a classy lady. Save it for when she's here.
"I don't think I've ever seen someone pray quite like that before," Thistle says from a few feet to your left.
You startle, twisting to look at her: she grins unrepentantly. "Can't someone else pray at the same statue as you, Sunflower?"
"You forgot to have footsteps."
Thistle taps her chin. "Did I? I didn't notice. Go on then, close your eyes, the date's not for another ten minutes…"
You snort, but close your eyes anyway: then you start to pray aloud.
"Goddess, give me the strength to endure this stinging Thistle and all her teasing, I don't know if I can take much more of this…"
"Goddess, give me the grace to endure this forward Sunflower and her high-and-mighty posturing..."
"Goddess, she's so ungrateful, she didn't even notice the pendant I got for her because she- "
"- you got me a pendant?"
Not opening your eyes, you hold up the ceramic sunflower hanging from your neck.
Thistle's fingers brush yours, familiarly cold: then they wrap around your fingers and the pendant both.
"...thank you," she manages. Her face presses into your shoulder. "You're really such a good Sunflower, and I'm sorry for teasing you…"
You turn, and gently kiss her forehead. "It's alright. I like it." Smiling against her skin, you run one hand through her dark hair. "You might be a Thistle, but you're my Thistle."
"… You mean that?"
You nod.
"… Then what are we waiting for? We have a date to go on."
You giggle. "Alright then. Goddess preserve us…"
Thistle nods. "Goddess preserve us."
You stand up together, Thistle's fingers still clasped around yours. You shift your hand, letting the pendant fall from your palm: she follows your lead, interlacing her fingers with yours. You kiss the back of her hand, and draw another blush from her: she looks away.
"Do you still need your hood?", you ask.
She shakes her head.
You brush it back, and let her hair fall free. You had thought it was black, but it's not: it's a deep, deep indigo, the color of a midnight sea, gleaming silvery where the lamplight catches it.
"You're beautiful." The words are - a fact.
Her eyes flick over to your face. "Really?"
You nod.
"Then kiss me."
You do.
She kisses back, her nails pressing into the back of your palm: she doesn't have to be careful now, doesn't need to worry about the sun. When she's done, you feel very thoroughly kissed.
You pet her hair again with your free hand, admiring the way its curls fall. "Good girl," you whisper.
She blushes terribly, but her eyes meet yours. "Yes," she nods. "Your good girl."
You lean in, and kiss her again, fingers tangling in her hair, raking along her scalp: this time you're the first to pull away, and the expression left on Thistle's face is everything you could have dreamed of.
"Why - why'd you stop?"
You gesture to the stairs down, unable to keep the impish smile from your face. "Ishaza's brought a car around for us, and I don't want to keep her waiting."
Thistle nods quickly. "Right, yes, date, okay. Moonlight, ruins. Um - Ishaza's driving us, right?"
You nod. "She'll be back to pick us up in the morning - I mean, if you're okay with spending the night in an abandoned building with a strange Sunflower."
She hums gently, and squeezes your hand. "Probably not what my mother would have advised me to do - but then if I'd listened to her, I wouldn't be an adventurer." She kisses your shoulder. "Lead on, lovely Sunflower."
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You cuddle in the backseat on the way there: neither of you seems to have the courage to - touch, not just yet. Or maybe it's just the knowing looks that Ishaza keeps giving you through the rear-view mirror.
Your fellow Sister leaves you with a huge picnic basket, strict instructions not to tilt it, and a piece of advice. "You'll need to find somewhere to sleep," she says. "I couldn't fit a tent in the basket. Maybe try the old dormitories?"
You and Thistle share a knowing look - anything in the old dormitories would be long since gone, and with all the blankets stuffed in this basket…
But your Sister flees with the car before the pair of you can interrogate her.
Thistle sighs. "I guess we'll find out what she left us later. Save it for last, or…?"
"I was never very good at saving my dessert till last."
She giggles. "Lead on then, Sunflower?"
"Of course, Thistle. I'll trailbreak, and you can bring the basket?"
"Sounds fair."
You grin, and set off into the ruins.
The underbrush isn't terribly thick, but there are a few places where overturned flagstones and tangled roots make hazards. You guide Thistle through them carefully: though her feet are adroit, she seems to appreciate the challenge of keeping the basket level across the treacherous footing. She passes the basket up a ruined wall to you: you pull her up afterward, steadying her against the smooth-fitted stones.
She grins. "Tired yet?"
You shake your head, gather your breath, and drop off the other side. You've taken three long strides before Thistle's laughter stops you.
"Sunflower! Sunfloweeeeeerrrr! How am I supposed to get the basket down, Sunflower?"
Blushingly, you turn around and hold up your hands for her to pass it down to you. Moonlight catches in her hair: you can just make out her silhouette against the sky.
"Ready?"
You feel the rough straw, test your grip. "Ready."
And there's the weight of it - wow, this is heavier than Thistle let on - and there we go, safely on the ground. Thistle drops down after it, still smiling. "Not everything has to be a competition, you know."
You brush her cheek with two fingers. "But how else am I supposed to win your heart?"
She turns her head, and kisses the backs of your nails. "Not with a cheesy line like that, I hope."
You nudge the picnic basket out of the way with your foot, and kiss her. This time it's soft, gentle, unhurried. You have all night, and - you don't need to prove anything. You both know how this goes, the steps in this dance. You part after what seems like both a moment and an hour.
Thistle runs a finger across your sunflower pendant, just shy of touching your collarbone. "You really are my Sunflower, aren't you?"
"That's the third time you've asked. Don't you think you know by now?"
"Just say the words."
"I'm your Sunflower, and you're my Thistle."
She nods seriously. "Good girl. Now - I think that building over there is the one Ishaza mentioned?"
You look over at it: it does seem to have a familiar shape. "- Yes, I think so. Onward to surprises?"
Thistle nods, and takes off running.
"- Hey!"
She keeps going, pausing only to toss you a short wave over her shoulder.
You look at her retreating shadow, then the basket, then back at the building.
"… well then."
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Ten minutes later, you finally catch up to her. She's waiting in front of the door to - what would be her room, if this was the living temple. Now that you're here in the ruined hall, with its faded stones and aging wood, you can tell that the layout matches perfectly.
Thistle smiles, and taps on the door. "Ready?"
You roll your eyes, and put the basket down with a groan of effort. "Like you haven't already peeked."
She shakes her head. "Would I do that to you? - okay maybe I would, but I don't want to. I want to share the surprise with you."
You step in, and take her hand. "Together, then."
"Together."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Now."
Your clasped hands turn the knob of the door, and -
Where on earth did Ishaza find fresh sunflowers? You're beyond wondering how she knew by now, she hears everything that happens in the temple - but still. Sunflowers. Stem and all, leaned up in the far corner all jauntily like they belong here.
You bury your face in your hands and giggle helplessly.
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It turns out that the basket contains:
One lovely pot of jasmine tea, wrapped in thick blankets. It's still quite hot, and the blankets are very, very warm and snuggly.
Two matching teacups, also carefully wrapped in blanket.
A long, flat box of polished wood, unlabelled, which turns out to contain two dozen tiny sandwiches of various types.
One box of chocolates, carefully insulated from the teapot beneath the teacups and the sandwiches.
Another, much larger wooden box. There's a post-it note stuck to it: Ishaza's delicate cursive announces that it contains Sex Toys.
You and Thistle share a look, and set that box aside on the bed. She pours you tea: you offer her a sandwich.
Rather than take it from you, Thistle eats right out of your hand: you do your best to hold the sandwich still for her at arm's length. As her tongue licks the crumbs from your fingers, you barely avoid making an undignified noise.
Retrieving your hand, you take a dignified sip of your tea. Thistle smiles at you across the table, and takes another sandwich.
You suppose you should eat too: you pick a sandwich at random. Some sort of fancy hors d'oeuvre thing, mostly bread. Perhaps you shouldn't have left this to Ishaza…
You look back up at Thistle, and find she's still looking at you. Her foot brushes your leg beneath the table, softly, softly.
You blush, and offer her a chocolate: she takes her time eating it, the warmth of her mouth staining your fingers. The table is - inconvenient. You let her finish, then stand and offer her your hand.
"May I have this dance?"
She takes your hand with a smile.
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It takes a few minutes for the two of you to find an area clear enough to dance in: though there was a courtyard here once, fallen walls and grown-up bushes have made the ground treacherous. You squeeze Thistle's hand, and she squeezes yours. Neither of you suggests going in search of the old ballroom.
- Here. This is the place. You know it's right.
Thistle shrugs off her cloak. She wears nothing beneath it but starlight.
You flush - but you're a courtesan, nudity is nothing to you. You strip off your own robe, the familiar movements somehow less fluid for some reason - gosh the wind is cold - and offer your hand to her once more.
She takes it, and steps in. You lead her: one two three, one two three, a simple waltz beat, slow and close, nakedness against nakedness. You can feel every breath and shift of her body, every touch, every movement. There's no music. It would only be a distraction.
"Did you know," she murmurs, "that I can feel light on my skin?"
You shake your head slightly.
"It's different for different colors. Violet burns. Blue is tingly, like sparks. Green is gentle, floaty. Yellow… soft, pressureful. Orange is like what humans tell me warmth is, and red is like - like soft pressure, like being held."
You nod.
"You feel like red."
"… You're mine, Thistle."
"I'm yours, Sunflower."
You dance like that until your teeth start to chatter: then Thistle blinks, and asks if you're cold. You don't have the energy to take the straight line. You just say yes.
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Thistle and you lie in bed together, all wrapped up against each other in the tea-warmed blankets. You feel… safe. Safe and comforted and right. You're naked and in bed with a pretty girl, yet… you don't really want to have sex. It's enough to just be held.
Thistle makes a soft noise, and you kiss her cheek. She smiles, and strokes your hair.
"See you in the morning?"
"See you in the morning."
You fall asleep almost instantly.
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Eventually, the sun rises. You're the first one awake: Thistle mumbles sleepily, the covers drawn up over her head to shut out the light.
Careful not to disturb her, you slip out of bed and close the curtains - another of Ishaza's helpful little additions. You're going to owe her so much after this.
Walking back to the bed, you sit down on its edge and watch Thistle sleep. She breathes slowly, evenly, her silver skin half-covered by blankets. You want to kiss it.
You pet her hair gently: she nuzzles into it, murmuring "'lower…" in her sleep. Three caresses more, and she wakes beneath your touch.
"...sunflower." She kisses your palm, then rubs her cheek against it.
You lower yourself down onto her, and kiss her chastely. She - wriggles. Oh. Oh you're on top of her and your hand is - you can touch her, right? She's okay with this? Your fingers slip down her shoulder, linger on her breast.
"...okay?"
She nods.
Your fingers keep moving, slipping down across her belly to alight on her thigh.
"...still okay?"
She hides her face in your palm, but nods against it.
You… hesitate, slowly caressing her thigh. She said anything...
"… May I?"
Thistle spreads her legs more, just slightly. Her breath is quick and shallow against your hand, but - yes, that's a tiny nod.
Your fingers slip in, and touch her sex. She gasps - you tremble - how is this this good - slow movements, gentle, gentle, she's so slick - you could - she's okay.
You shift your fingers inward, heat and wet enveloping them, and make slow, come-hither motions, training so ingrained it's become instinct. Thistle whimpers, and her thighs press in hard either side of your wrist: you just keep the same steady pace, stroke, stroke, strooooooke, easy rhythm, no effort at all.
She comes: you kiss her, and keep stroking, stroking, draggggggging out her orgasm, keeping her there for as long as you can. When she finally collapses back to the bed, gasping and spent, you snuggle in and whisper in her ear:
"That's one."
First Date, pt 2.
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
When your arm starts to get tired and Thistle stops being able to form words, you kiss her gently, and slide out of bed again. Ignoring the sad noise that she makes, you pad over to the big wooden box you didn't touch yesterday, and open it.
There's a thermos inside, another flat wooden box that you suspect contains further sandwiches, and a sealed letter, emblazoned READ ME.
You blink: then you tear the letter open with your fingers.
To the happy couple:
Congratulations. The box is rigged to text me when you open it, so don't worry about hurrying things for me: I've left you food for the day and I won't be back till sunset. If you actually want sex toys, they're in the bottom drawer of the right nightstand.
- Ishaza
Thistle sits up in bed, blankets pressed to her chest. "What is it, 'flower?"
You wave the letter. "Ishaza being Ishaza. I was going to get a vibrator, and instead I discover she's given us the rest of today."
Thistle coos. "That's a nice presennnt."
You nod, and consider the thermoses. "Would you like some... Hot chocolate? Ten to one these are hot chocolate."
She nods. "Um - yes, actually. You've... Kind of tired me out." Her cheeks are purple, but the words seem to come more easily to her now. "I really want to return the favour, but..."
You pass her the thermos. "Drink this, Thistle," you order.
She does. You can smell peppermint and vanilla in with the chocolate: Ishaza's going and being overly fancy again.
You rejoin her in bed a few moments later, something from the nightstand palmed against your own thermos. Snuggling up against her, you trade sips back and forth: yours is spicier, with cinnamon and an earthier undertone. Nutmeg?
Naturally you share a few chocolatey kisses. That almost goes without saying.
When the thermoses finally run out, you set them aside on the nightstand and press up against Thistle again. "Time for round two?", you whisper.
She nods, and rolls over atop you. "I want to pleasure you this time, okay?"
Wordlessly, you offer her your palmed bullet vibe: she considers it, then sets it aside. "I want to touch you. I want to learn your skin, the ways you wriggle when I find your weak spots. I want every last bit of you to be mine forever."
"Yes, Thistle," you breathe, your blush deepening. "Go ahead."
She touches your pendant. "If you're sure."
You nod.
Her fingers slip onto your skin, and you let out a little "ah!" despite yourself. Thistle giggles: then she starts to caress and kiss you, long slow strokes of her palms, little presses of lips against skin. She takes one of your nipples into her mouth, and swirls her tongue: you shift and tangle the bedsheets. She smiles, and keeps kissing, lower and lower. She noses your belly, and kisses just above your womb: you swallow, hard.
"You really want my child, don't you?"
You nod, and spread your legs wide, one hand dipping in: she catches it, kisses your knuckles.
"Now now now, I'm supposed to the the one pleasuring you..."
"Then get on with it and fuck me," you order. "I want you to claim me. I want you to make me yours. I want to carry your child and feel your kisses against my womb..."
She shifts in, and takes your clitoris into her mouth.
- Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck yessss. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.
Your hands are tight in her hair and she's - lapping, driving her tongue - and your thighs are quivering and her hands are firm on your thighs, thumbs pressed in to either side of your sex, and fuck you're coming, you're coming -
Thistle shifts up in the afterglow, and presses her thigh against your pussy. You nod slowly, and give her yours to grind against.
Side by side like that in the bed, you grind against each other, every little motion drawing a gasp or a moan from one of you. You kiss, caress, and steadily build, until finally you come together, gasping out orgasm into each other's shoulders. You feel the mark kindle, the sudden heat in your womb: you kiss her neck, and blush. "You've gone and knocked me up, love..."
She presses her mouth to your shoulder, and lets out a stressed noise. "R-really?"
"Really. It's okay. I love you."
"...I love you too."
"...let's make sure, shall we?~"
Thistle giggles, caressing the seven-petaled rose on your womb. "Oh, yes. I want to be certain to impregnate you."
"Then fuck me harder." You grin. "There's a strapless in the side table if you want it..."
"No, Sunflower: that's what fingers are for."
She makes you come four more times before her arm tires out.
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You spend the rest of the day curled up in bed together, snuggling and making love by turns. You did consider going and exploring more - but then what would you do for your second date? Best not to exhaust such a lovely place so soon.
You leave Ishaza's picnic basket behind for her to clean up later.
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Ishaza spots the mark on your belly instantly, of course - but she doesn't say anything, just smiles and gets in the car. The two of you cuddle up in the back seat again, and if Ishaza overhears any moans, she doesn't mention it.
By unspoken agreement, you sleep together in Thistle's guest room that night, her fingers tangled in your sunflower pendant.
There's a thermos inside, another flat wooden box that you suspect contains further sandwiches, and a sealed letter, emblazoned READ ME.
You blink: then you tear the letter open with your fingers.
To the happy couple:
Congratulations. The box is rigged to text me when you open it, so don't worry about hurrying things for me: I've left you food for the day and I won't be back till sunset. If you actually want sex toys, they're in the bottom drawer of the right nightstand.
- Ishaza
Thistle sits up in bed, blankets pressed to her chest. "What is it, 'flower?"
You wave the letter. "Ishaza being Ishaza. I was going to get a vibrator, and instead I discover she's given us the rest of today."
Thistle coos. "That's a nice presennnt."
You nod, and consider the thermoses. "Would you like some... Hot chocolate? Ten to one these are hot chocolate."
She nods. "Um - yes, actually. You've... Kind of tired me out." Her cheeks are purple, but the words seem to come more easily to her now. "I really want to return the favour, but..."
You pass her the thermos. "Drink this, Thistle," you order.
She does. You can smell peppermint and vanilla in with the chocolate: Ishaza's going and being overly fancy again.
You rejoin her in bed a few moments later, something from the nightstand palmed against your own thermos. Snuggling up against her, you trade sips back and forth: yours is spicier, with cinnamon and an earthier undertone. Nutmeg?
Naturally you share a few chocolatey kisses. That almost goes without saying.
When the thermoses finally run out, you set them aside on the nightstand and press up against Thistle again. "Time for round two?", you whisper.
She nods, and rolls over atop you. "I want to pleasure you this time, okay?"
Wordlessly, you offer her your palmed bullet vibe: she considers it, then sets it aside. "I want to touch you. I want to learn your skin, the ways you wriggle when I find your weak spots. I want every last bit of you to be mine forever."
"Yes, Thistle," you breathe, your blush deepening. "Go ahead."
She touches your pendant. "If you're sure."
You nod.
Her fingers slip onto your skin, and you let out a little "ah!" despite yourself. Thistle giggles: then she starts to caress and kiss you, long slow strokes of her palms, little presses of lips against skin. She takes one of your nipples into her mouth, and swirls her tongue: you shift and tangle the bedsheets. She smiles, and keeps kissing, lower and lower. She noses your belly, and kisses just above your womb: you swallow, hard.
"You really want my child, don't you?"
You nod, and spread your legs wide, one hand dipping in: she catches it, kisses your knuckles.
"Now now now, I'm supposed to the the one pleasuring you..."
"Then get on with it and fuck me," you order. "I want you to claim me. I want you to make me yours. I want to carry your child and feel your kisses against my womb..."
She shifts in, and takes your clitoris into her mouth.
- Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck yessss. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.
Your hands are tight in her hair and she's - lapping, driving her tongue - and your thighs are quivering and her hands are firm on your thighs, thumbs pressed in to either side of your sex, and fuck you're coming, you're coming -
Thistle shifts up in the afterglow, and presses her thigh against your pussy. You nod slowly, and give her yours to grind against.
Side by side like that in the bed, you grind against each other, every little motion drawing a gasp or a moan from one of you. You kiss, caress, and steadily build, until finally you come together, gasping out orgasm into each other's shoulders. You feel the mark kindle, the sudden heat in your womb: you kiss her neck, and blush. "You've gone and knocked me up, love..."
She presses her mouth to your shoulder, and lets out a stressed noise. "R-really?"
"Really. It's okay. I love you."
"...I love you too."
"...let's make sure, shall we?~"
Thistle giggles, caressing the seven-petaled rose on your womb. "Oh, yes. I want to be certain to impregnate you."
"Then fuck me harder." You grin. "There's a strapless in the side table if you want it..."
"No, Sunflower: that's what fingers are for."
She makes you come four more times before her arm tires out.
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You spend the rest of the day curled up in bed together, snuggling and making love by turns. You did consider going and exploring more - but then what would you do for your second date? Best not to exhaust such a lovely place so soon.
You leave Ishaza's picnic basket behind for her to clean up later.
------
Ishaza spots the mark on your belly instantly, of course - but she doesn't say anything, just smiles and gets in the car. The two of you cuddle up in the back seat again, and if Ishaza overhears any moans, she doesn't mention it.
By unspoken agreement, you sleep together in Thistle's guest room that night, her fingers tangled in your sunflower pendant.
The Morning After
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The next morning, Thistle wakes you with a cool kiss: then she chirps something about needing to go to town and there are pancakes (???) and bye sorry to run-
The door closes behind her, and you're left behind in her guest room. It looks like every other guest room, except there is indeed a pile of pancakes on the table. How sweet...
For lack of anything else to do, you sit down and start to eat.
Now that you consider last night, you're - all muddled up inside. She's so perfect, so lovely - how could you let her go, when the year's end comes?
Yet, at the same time - you're here for a reason. You tell people that it's just because you have a breeding kink, but - you don't want to never see the other sisters again.
And there is the matter of you having sworn a vow to your Goddess.
[ ] Yes, okay, you've fallen for her. You've fallen for clients before. It happens. But you've spent decades here: this is the life you want. You're not going to throw it all away on the strength of one night of passion. (Thistle is just another client.)
[ ] Thistle is not just another client; you love her. But the temple is your home, and the other priestesses are your family, and your Goddess is your first love. This is where you belong. (You'll love her from afar when your time together is up.)
[ ] Yes, you've fallen for clients before, but - this was different. You - you love her, not just lust for her. If you have to give up the rest of your life to be with her, then - then that's okay. (Elisandra starts finding a way to be released from her vows. If she succeeds, she will stop being a player character: her story here will be over, happily ever after with her shadow girl.)
[X] There's - there's no need to be hasty. You don't have to decide yet. You have a year, and - you still hardly know her. You should really be with her more before you decide to spend your whole life with her. (Let it be for now.)
[ ] ...Ask Thistle what she thinks about it? (5 Will)
The door closes behind her, and you're left behind in her guest room. It looks like every other guest room, except there is indeed a pile of pancakes on the table. How sweet...
For lack of anything else to do, you sit down and start to eat.
Now that you consider last night, you're - all muddled up inside. She's so perfect, so lovely - how could you let her go, when the year's end comes?
Yet, at the same time - you're here for a reason. You tell people that it's just because you have a breeding kink, but - you don't want to never see the other sisters again.
And there is the matter of you having sworn a vow to your Goddess.
[ ] Yes, okay, you've fallen for her. You've fallen for clients before. It happens. But you've spent decades here: this is the life you want. You're not going to throw it all away on the strength of one night of passion. (Thistle is just another client.)
[ ] Thistle is not just another client; you love her. But the temple is your home, and the other priestesses are your family, and your Goddess is your first love. This is where you belong. (You'll love her from afar when your time together is up.)
[ ] Yes, you've fallen for clients before, but - this was different. You - you love her, not just lust for her. If you have to give up the rest of your life to be with her, then - then that's okay. (Elisandra starts finding a way to be released from her vows. If she succeeds, she will stop being a player character: her story here will be over, happily ever after with her shadow girl.)
[X] There's - there's no need to be hasty. You don't have to decide yet. You have a year, and - you still hardly know her. You should really be with her more before you decide to spend your whole life with her. (Let it be for now.)
[ ] ...Ask Thistle what she thinks about it? (5 Will)
New Dawn, Same Old Sun
Evenstar
Triple Jump Unlocked
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You're tempted, you'll admit. Really, really tempted. But - It's only been one date. You only met her two days ago. Love can be - ephemeral. It's sad but true. And - you'd be giving up so much.
... Oh no, now you're crying into your pancakes. You rub your eyes, blink back tears.
... She really, really got you good. Damn.
You determinedly spear another pancake, and resolve to spend the rest of the day having fun. Being in love - it, it shouldn't be sad. You won't let it be sad. You'll make it happy. You have - plenty of time.
You nod to yourself. Yes, a year's long enough to know for sure. You don't have to figure it all out right now. - In fact, aren't there a few retired priestesses around here somewhere? You could go to them for advice. Or ask your Sisters, or even - No, let's not ask Liath. It would only aggravate her.
- but even that can wait. You really don't need to sort this all out right now.
You take another bite of pancake, and hum to yourself as you chew. Ummmm - now that you think about it, you kind of entirely ditched your other temple duties yesterday. Ishaza probably covered them for you, but you should really ask her if you could pay her back somehow for yesterday. And - did you get Thistle's phone number or anything? You, um. You think you totally forgot. She didn't leave a note or anything - maybe you could wait here for her, but she did say she was going to be a while...
You nod your head from side to side, and tap your fingers against the tabletop. Wasn't there some kind of commotion in the gardens on Choosing Day? You were too caught up in thoughts of Thistle to pay attention, but maaaaybe you should find out what that was all about. And you should leave an offering of thanks to the goddess, while you're at it.
The more you consider it, the more and more crowded today seems to get! You'd better finish your pancakes and get dressed - where'd you leave your robes - ah, there they are - alright, decent for outsiders. You check your hair in the guest bathroom's mirror: eh, good enough.
It's a new day, and you have things to do! But - what to do first?
[X] Go find Ishaza and ask her if you can pay her back somehow.
[X] Go find one of your Sisters...
[ ] Consider your second date.
[ ] Report on your progress to Liath.
[ ] Meditate and consider what's important to you.
[ ] Go back to bed and daydream about Thistle.
[ ] Poke around the temple grounds a bit.
[ ] Stop in at the Supplicants' Hall. (See how this year's candidates for Sisterhood are getting along.)
[ ] Arrange a date with your other kind of client for this evening. (Escort a lucky lady at a formal event. 90% chance of no sex.)
[ ] Try and find a retired Sister and ask her for advice.
[ ] Write-in!
... Oh no, now you're crying into your pancakes. You rub your eyes, blink back tears.
... She really, really got you good. Damn.
You determinedly spear another pancake, and resolve to spend the rest of the day having fun. Being in love - it, it shouldn't be sad. You won't let it be sad. You'll make it happy. You have - plenty of time.
You nod to yourself. Yes, a year's long enough to know for sure. You don't have to figure it all out right now. - In fact, aren't there a few retired priestesses around here somewhere? You could go to them for advice. Or ask your Sisters, or even - No, let's not ask Liath. It would only aggravate her.
- but even that can wait. You really don't need to sort this all out right now.
You take another bite of pancake, and hum to yourself as you chew. Ummmm - now that you think about it, you kind of entirely ditched your other temple duties yesterday. Ishaza probably covered them for you, but you should really ask her if you could pay her back somehow for yesterday. And - did you get Thistle's phone number or anything? You, um. You think you totally forgot. She didn't leave a note or anything - maybe you could wait here for her, but she did say she was going to be a while...
You nod your head from side to side, and tap your fingers against the tabletop. Wasn't there some kind of commotion in the gardens on Choosing Day? You were too caught up in thoughts of Thistle to pay attention, but maaaaybe you should find out what that was all about. And you should leave an offering of thanks to the goddess, while you're at it.
The more you consider it, the more and more crowded today seems to get! You'd better finish your pancakes and get dressed - where'd you leave your robes - ah, there they are - alright, decent for outsiders. You check your hair in the guest bathroom's mirror: eh, good enough.
It's a new day, and you have things to do! But - what to do first?
[X] Go find Ishaza and ask her if you can pay her back somehow.
[X] Go find one of your Sisters...
[X] And ask her about the commotion in the gardens on Choosing Day.
[ ] And trade news about this year's clientele.
[ ] And ask if she knows Thistle's phone number.
[ ] And see if you can help her with anything.
[ ] And ask her advice regarding Thistle.
[X] Go leave an offering of thanks at the Goddess' statue. [ ] And trade news about this year's clientele.
[ ] And ask if she knows Thistle's phone number.
[ ] And see if you can help her with anything.
[ ] And ask her advice regarding Thistle.
[ ] Consider your second date.
[ ] See if you can find Cheri to talk to her about tutoring Thistle in cloak-dancing.
[ ] Look up when the next dark dance is at that goth club.
[ ] See if you can find more abandoned places Thistle might want to explore.
[ ] Pin down the location of the abandoned ballroom.
[ ] Ask Cheri if Thistle's ever been in her audience.
[X] Attend to your Priestess' duties.[ ] Look up when the next dark dance is at that goth club.
[ ] See if you can find more abandoned places Thistle might want to explore.
[ ] Pin down the location of the abandoned ballroom.
[ ] Ask Cheri if Thistle's ever been in her audience.
[ ] Practice your violin.
[ ] Get groceries from town.
[X] Make sure the shrines are well-attended.
[ ] It's never too early to start planning for the next new moon rite. (27 days left)
[ ] Go get Thistle a pendant that matches yours. [ ] Get groceries from town.
[X] Make sure the shrines are well-attended.
[ ] It's never too early to start planning for the next new moon rite. (27 days left)
[ ] Report on your progress to Liath.
[ ] Meditate and consider what's important to you.
[ ] Go back to bed and daydream about Thistle.
[ ] Poke around the temple grounds a bit.
[ ] Stop in at the Supplicants' Hall. (See how this year's candidates for Sisterhood are getting along.)
[ ] Arrange a date with your other kind of client for this evening. (Escort a lucky lady at a formal event. 90% chance of no sex.)
[ ] Try and find a retired Sister and ask her for advice.
[ ] Write-in!