Week 1 Mingle;

[omnivoracious]

❤ Week 1 Mingle

Welcome to a new week, lovebirds! Monday dawns gray and misty, and it's actually not long before a thunderstorm rolls in! You can, of course, kiss dramatically in the yard in the rain and risk getting struck by lightning-- or you can stay inside, cuddle in the conversation pit, USE THE GODDAMN BOOM BOOM ROOM or do anything else until the storm blows over by the evening! Don't worry, the rest of the week will be bright and sunny and beautiful!

There's also a new section of the house, weirdly enough! There's a bright turquoise door located near the bedroom and opening it leads to... a massive indoor pool. The water is a pleasant temperature, there's a hot tub, there's an assortment of flotation devices for those of you who might have trouble swimming (tubes, life vests, boogie boards, pool noodles that can also be used to wage Deadly Combat if you are Sara and Kasque or Jeritza or anyone else ready for Violence). And if you somehow didn't pack a swimsuit because why on earth would your canon let you have one--

Worry not!! There's a rack of swimsuits in every size you lot could need! The catch (or not): they're all sexy. Like. Barely there sexy. Impossibly adhering to you sexy. Shoelaces would maybe cover more sexy. Absolutely great to play Chicken Fight in sexy. You get the idea.

Anything having to do with being able to write is still also Not Present.

Enjoy!!!

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[dendrobium]

[ At least Blaze tying their legs together gives Sara a moment to collect herself... even if she has to pointedly look elsewhere during the process. By the time Blaze's arm slips over her shoulders, only a faint dusting of red on her cheeks betrays the events of the last five minutes, and she slides an arm around her partner's back in turn. ]

Mm. Fortunately, the balance of a tengu warrior is unmatched. I foresee absolutely no problems with this challenge.

[ Awfully arrogant for a woman who could barely talk a moment ago. After a final glance at Blaze, she nods, and turns her attention forward. ]

Starting now, I will lead us both to victory! Left! Right! Left! [ Her callouts are loud, sharp, and perfectly timed, like she's running a military drill. And even though her own movements are the opposite of her shouts, she doesn't miss a single step. ]

[firesinthesky]

[ Sara is quick to regain her composure, which is quite admirable. They’ll have to see if she can keep it up over the course of the race – which is not really a race, at the end of the day, is it?

In any case, Blaze is quite suddenly reminded of Sara’s military background as she calls out their steps, and it’s almost Blaze who stumbles as they start, caught off-guard by how quickly and precisely her partner moves. Thankfully, she adjusts quickly and neither of them take a tumble.

They arrive at their first cone quite quickly, where they slow to a stop. Blaze looks down at Sara. ]

You’ve done a wonderful job with taking initiative so far. I’d hate to stop you.

[ Come on Sara, kiss her! You can do it! ]

[dendrobium]

... Of course. Then, for the sake of Her Excellency—

[ This time, she seems like a picture of composure, especially in comparison to her earlier embarrassed outburst. Only Blaze will notice the way her hands shake, how her wings move to shield her face from anyone else watching, as she stretches up, up, up, to kiss the other woman on the lips — chastely, but lingering, perhaps, for a second longer than necessary before she settles back down onto her feet. ]

Let us proceed with haste. We will march on three, if you are ready. One, two...

[firesinthesky]

[ Blaze brings her own hands up to cover Sara's trembling ones in what she hopes is a comforting gesture, and of course she bends down to meet her. She has no idea if Sara's wings allow her to truly fly, but with their legs bound together, it would be impossible anyway.

And don't think she doesn't notice the way that kiss lingers, just a bit. She's smiling when they part, offering a soft, ]

Next time, I'd prefer the kiss be for your sake.

[ But then they're off again. Blaze has a good enough idea of how this works now, so in time with Sara, she counts: ]

--three!

[ And away they go, marching dutifully to the next cone. ]