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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 11:42:52 GMT -8
Tilly woke with a jolt and a start, eyes fluttering open to darkness-- on account of the hat she'd let drape over her eyes. A hand shot for a dagger in her coat before she stopped, slowed... she smelled perfume, more masked by mud, more masked, itself, by the scent of the ocean.
The combination made her stomach churn unpleasantly.
"...Lekalis?"
A finger brushed up against the underside of her hat to lift it out of her eyes as she made to sit upright in a manner not quite so defensive, planting a palm in the sand to prop her upright.
"You found me alright, then?" She smiled uneasily at him, consciously shrugging off the fear of the dream like she'd cast rainwater away.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 2, 2018 14:51:24 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Aye... I did..." He replied a bit warily; taken ever so slightly aback by Tilly's sudden ferocity. He raised a hand halfwise to protect himself, offering a shared, uneasy smile before it lightened and rested on something worried and warm.
He quirked his head to one shoulder and looked about the small alcove, then to the mud, then to Tilly again;
"... Looks like you lost yourself there, in your sleep. You alright?" He asked humbly, reaching out to push away some unseen strands of hair behind her ear as he rose and meandered over to a nearby crate. A bit loathe to sit on a beach so near civilization...
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Post by black379 on Jan 2, 2018 15:03:49 GMT -8
Courcy smiled and nodded to the girl who had served her the soup. She was gracious for any meal, but it already smelled better than what came out of Hook's tavern. Another nod, and she raised her mug after the burly man filled it, a sort of toast. The redhead took another generous swig from the drink before answering.
"Name's Courcy." There was a pause between her drink and her first bite of stew, allowing the man to garner what she had said. He spoke some English, but she couldn't know how much - only hoped that he knew more of her language than she did of his. "And yours? Your name?"
She sat sideways in the chair, turning between the food and the man. Smirking up at him, her eyes peeked to Blood as he came and went with the beaked doctor. Too preoccupied to ponder, the quickest assumption was the easiest.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 15:27:14 GMT -8
Tilly gave a sigh, some measure to lift the tension off of her, let it out through the nose...
"Bit of a... bad dream." She admitted, feeling more than a bit childish for being caught in the throes of it; it wasn't a new experience, after all.
The events within were new.
She pulled her knees closer to her and wrapped her arms around them, shifting the sand with her boot. She leveled her gaze on the ocean in front of her.
"Think this is remote enough? I was trying to steer clear of the eel house."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 2, 2018 15:46:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He shrugged, pacing his way back over to Tilly and taking to both knees beside her.
"You've more guts than me... I'd sooner be on the other side of the Hamlet than get close to the eel farm again." He sighed, shuddering and sneering at some foul air brought along by the memory, more than anything.
The Ex-Lord reached out and set his hand over Tilly's, massaging it gently with his palm as he tilted his head to look under her cap, his eyes softened and his brows risen in curiosity. His smile widened a touch to show his teeth as he spoke on,
"You feeling alright, Tilly..?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 16:13:06 GMT -8
The Barrel-chested man smiled underneath his bushy moustache and placed a palm over his heart.
"I am... Karl." He began, then swiveled on his feet to motion to the other people,
"These are... Lutz, Joseph," Joseph, the buck-toothed man fumbling with the broken chair gave a wave, "Paul, und Levin." He motioned to each man, respectively, then turned on his feet, again, to face Coucy.
"You are... Courcy? French?" Guessed Karl, "You fight?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 16:24:57 GMT -8
"S'just the ocean; long as we don't get too close, I figure. The other side of the Hamlet can't be very much more pleasant, either." Tilly hummed, rubbing the corner of her eye momentarily after wiping it clean of sand.
Watching the ocean did little to settle her stomach, so she met Lekalis's eyes instead.
She unfolded her legs a touch, bent slightly, but extended more comfortably in front of her, with an arm loosely wrapped around.
"I feel just a smidge under the weather." She rose two fingers and inched them together, leaving only a hair between the pads of her fingers to demonstrate the non-seriousness of it as she leaned a shoulder in,
"Not enough to... delay the expedition, mind."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 2, 2018 16:43:05 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
There was an unfettered smile of lust that turned to a catty playfulness, as he glanced to her unfolded legs; he followed suit, and set his rump onto the sands, splaying his cloak out behind him with a quick flourish, before meaningfully arcing one leg over Tilly's. Idly knocking his boot between hers as he set a his hand, not set over his Love's, down into the sand.
But, with some humility, his features sobered back to one of concern as he squinted at Tilly; clearly gauging whether or not to pry, as he moved his hand to mimick hers; reaching around her back and pulling her closer, gently as she leant into him.
"Fair point... Not much of the Hamlet's rightly pleasant. 'Specially without you." He swooned, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on Tilly's cheek.
"You want to talk about it..? That weather you're under?" He asked with a smile, amused at his own cleverness as he let his boot stop its obnoxious knockage.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 17:39:16 GMT -8
Tilly gave a more genuine smile at his antics, and at the assault on her boots she knocked her foot back against his, before moving to rest her leg on top of his, both to still it and more to draw closer to him in general.
"S'not too bad; just a bit queasy." She assured him, letting her eyes close as she leaned into the kiss.
Though, she seemed to doubt her own words, as she shifted in an effort to become more comfortable.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 2, 2018 17:46:50 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Ah... Florence mentioned you might feel that..." He murmured with indifference, glancing out to the ocean, before his smile widened at the snugness of Tilly's body pressed against his.
Though, he winced, and shifted a touch; his eye winking as he pursed his lips in confusion and pain,
"... I can't imagine your teats've turned to gold; what's all this, then?" He scoffed, reaching over and pinching at one of the inner pockets of Tilly's jack;
"Or this?" He pressed himself against her lovenly, a devilish grin stretching over his features as his fingers tickled into Tilly's sides.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 18:14:51 GMT -8
"Wha-- no!" Tilly's eyes widened with alarm and she jolted back away from Lekalis, grappling for his wrists in some amount of panic as she was relentlessly tickled. She dug her heel into the sand; her gut lurched with the movement.
"No, no, no!" She shook her head frantically.
"I'll... I'm gonna throw up on you!" She threatened, half-serious.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 2, 2018 18:22:31 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
A boyish giggle escaped his throat as she writhed and he moved; letting her take one hand's wrist while the other moved and clasped both of hers in one hand.
His hips and waist doubly moved as he held both their arms up above their heads; scuffling up his own hair while no doubt lifting the sides of Tilly's hat in the same motion.
Lekalis looked at her quizzically, happily, but quizzically all the same;
"... Is that a... daring 'No' or..?" He offered cheekily, though he rather presume she'd earnest intent in the way she squirmed so frantically.
"... I refuse to believe something so vile could come from such sweet lips." He purred, then chortled as he loosened his grip on Tilly's wrists and leant back...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 2, 2018 19:06:23 GMT -8
Tilly pressed her mouth closed as she stared up at him, shifting beneath him again, if only to prop herself further up after him, work gravity more on her favor than against.
She braced her elbow behind her.
"You've seen me, don't you remember?" She knocked a toe against his boot,
"After the ruins...? When I got my ankle chewed and all."
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Post by black379 on Jan 2, 2018 20:29:48 GMT -8
She held the bowl of stew in her lap, eyeing each of the men under her brow as they were introduced. Courcy nipped at the broth all the while, not because the introductions were necessarily disinteresting - though she hardly expected to commune with these folk often. More so because she was simply starved.
"French yes, I guess." Without a family to return to, her origins were never of any consequence. But she shrugged and nodded, supposing she'd answer what he asked. Again, she scanned the other menfolk, already trying to remember their names. Chuckling at Joseph, sat on the floor with his deceased chair, Courcy raised her cup and gulped down more of the ale.
"I do fight! At least, when I get the chance." Her food bowl and mug returned to the table and she leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. Her eyes roved down and up Karl's figure. "What about yourself? Strong man like you..."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 2, 2018 20:38:46 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His head lolled over to rest on his other shoulder; his collar flattening then rising in contrast, as he squinted at her skeptically,
"Aye, I remember... You're terribly alluring when you tell me to back off." He mused with a sigh, settling a touch as he nestled his knee higher and against Tilly's hips. Coaxing it forward and back with titillating intent.
"... Why do you ask?" He asked with a pondering sigh, his features softening to accommodate a conversation than anything salacious. Albeit, he let go of her hands and brought one to rest on her waist while the other lazily dragged a finger up and down the buttons of Tilly's shirt.
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