call me out v. 15.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

Comments

[beatojuice]

ooooh yes!!! god yes!!!

[caughthell]

would you like naga flavor noel also. snek

[beatojuice]

why not?

[caughthell]

[Transformations are never quite routine. Sure, Noel's gotten used to moving without the benefits of legs now - thankfully, because it was really embarrassing the first time he fell on his face - but the emotional effects are something different each time, it seems.

Sometimes he and Beatrice can be completely content just leaning against each other to Synchronize, talking about everything and nothing in particular. And sometimes, something inside of him itches, a craving that he still isn't used to identifying even in this kind of place.]

...Beato?

[His tail is curled around her loosely, draped over his apartment's couch.]

[beatojuice]

[ The first time Beatrice turned into a devil, she had been horrified. What an appropriate form for one who had committed her crimes, who lived on deception and illusion. But in time she had come to claim this form as truly her own. She was one who had endured hell and wore the way it marked her as a symbol of her power.

And Synchrony was enough to keep that wild fire in her blood from getting too reckless. Really, she considered it a blessing that she had a good friend who was so level-headed. She could feel comfortable like this. But... she still felt it, that primal spark. ]

Mm?

[ Her fingers trace lazy circles on his smooth scales, enjoying the coolness against her skin. ]

[caughthell]

You're very pretty. A-and I would like to kiss you, if that's alright?

[It's blurted out impulsively, before Noel can really process all the reasons why he shouldn't ask. He doesn't want to make things awkward between them, they both have issues with being comfortable with their own bodies, etc. etc., but... Beato is lovely and warm and his friend.]

[beatojuice]

[ The witch's eyes widen momentarily, but already she can feel it coming before he says it. She considers for a moment, before resting her hand on his, bringing her face closer.

He was quite fetching too, and very dear to her. ]

Oh... yes. That is definitely alright.

[caughthell]

[He's only fetching like this, and even then if you told him he was handsome he'd fluster and deny it.

He has kissed before, once, here. So he's not a complete beginner, but all the same it's tentative when he presses his lips to hers. Gentle, almost hesitant.]

[beatojuice]

[ Regardless of how he thought of himself, he was utterly charming. Confidence was something she'd had to create for herself brick by brick, a story she'd needed to tell. A lie that she forced herself to believe. Noel acts for more naturally, and it's utterly enchanting.

She responds easily to his kiss, bringing her hand up to cup his chin, stroke his jaw with her thumb. He was direct, despite his nervousness. She liked that. ]

My, how dashing! Who knew you were such a lothario, Noel? A man like this can be quite pleasing.

[caughthell]

I-I don't know about dashing, but... I'm glad you're pleased?

[If he let his nervousness keep him from doing anything, he'd never do anything. Even just leaning into her gentle touch makes his heart flutter in his chest.]

[beatojuice]

Quite pleased. And? Now what shall you do? Are you going to leave it at that?

[ As if to punctuate the point, Beatrice kisses his nose, then bumps her forehead against his. ]

[caughthell]

[Noel's face turns even more red, and he lightly strokes a hand through her hair.]

Well, I, um... I-if you wouldn't mind doing more, I don't want to presume...

[She basically invited you to kiss her again, Noel, you're just a weenie.]

I'm so sorry for the delay orz

[beatojuice]

I am very far from minding, dear.

[ She laughs lightly, and kisses him instead, pulling lightly on his lower lip with her fangs as she draws away. ]

Is this easier?

welp

[caughthell]

[Much easier. Noel melts into the kiss, even instinctively following a fraction when she pulls away from him.]

Much easier. I-I'm not very good at taking the lead.