------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Tuesday, 25 January 2022 11:24:25 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** You have joined #7thsea (Molly) **He goes up to light the fire in the master bedroom and extinguish the one in the study. He hears the song they found here, My Love My Life, as he's walking through the house. She is playing the piano completely naked in the music room, her hair is half bound with a ribbon, and curls down her back almost to the crevice of her derriere. The composition and candlelight makes this view eminently sketch-worthy as well as needing less detail due to her facing away* (Molly) **It must be approaching ten o'clock by now. The food is on the rug by the fire as his sketching stuff, his violin and tin whistle** * Morgan picks up some charcoal, starting to sketch * Molly plays a mix of things, sometimes singing, sometimes not. Several are things he's heard Verity play before in the music room at Die Dauerhaftigkeit that has the fake vines on the ceiling and trailing down by the montaigne style doors** * Molly presses down the pedal that mutes the sound so they can talk over her playing (Molly) We should arrive in Insel on Tuesday * Morgan nods (Morgan) mmmhmmm (Molly) The Fish Festival is Wednesday, and we should probably leave that night or the next morning, depending on how many sore heads there are (Morgan) makes sense (Molly) I do not want to be there on the sunday or monday (Morgan) why? (Molly) Because if we are correct that the sparkliness is linked to the midpoint in my cycle, that is when it would be * Morgan nods slowly (Morgan) I see (Molly) I think it would be very troublesome for me to be in proximity to him if the sparkliness happens * Morgan nods (Morgan) and then I'd have to explain why I beat him to death * Molly giggles (Molly) That would be awkward... * Morgan nods (Molly) Will we try to start it purposefully? * Morgan shrugs (Molly) People around us get injured that day... (Morgan) You think they get injured as a means to cause the effect? * Molly shrugs (Molly) Given everything else, it would not surprise me * Morgan nods (Molly) Sorgi, Mr Gottlieb, Cook... then Elsie I was healing on purpose... (Molly) I dislike that it could be to start the effect, and I worry Varick might get hurt. * Morgan nods (Molly) If I try to use the magic before anything happens to anyone, maybe I can reduce the risk * Morgan nods (Morgan) makes sense * Molly nods (Molly) I do not know if Edward might be with us that day either... * Morgan nods (Morgan) could be problematic (Molly) For the sparkliness and the draw, or for him discovering my magic? (Morgan) both (Molly) It would be even harder to explain beating Edward tha beating Seb * Morgan shrugs (Molly) Varick is looking forward to it... * Molly moves to a different song, one from the book on the rest on the piano (Morgan) Aye. I can't see the appeal myself (Molly) For the Fish Festival? * Molly stops and restarts the piece again (Morgan) uh huh * Molly shakes out her fingers, changes position a little and starts again (Morgan) Having trouble with that one? (Molly) A little. I'm not sure why though, it's quite straightforward (Morgan) odd (Molly) I would like to take him to the Shadowfayre in the next few years. * Morgan nods slightly (Morgan) alright (Molly) I think it would be nice to use our time travelling for Varick to experience lots of different places and cultures * Morgan nods (Morgan) I agree * Molly fidgets a little, her foot slips off the muting pedal, and suddenly the tune gets loud * Morgan watches her * Molly mutters, getting her foot back in place. She starts playing again. A few minutes later she says "Apparently it's very... uhh... busy. People travel from all over Posen" (Morgan) I suppose we should do our duchy thing then... (Molly) **Beneath the piano stool he can see how her toes curl. She makes a little sigh before turning the page of music** (Molly) I hadn't thought of that. We're likely to be something like honoured and notable guests... * Morgan nods (Morgan) That drink still giving you issues (Molly) I don't think so **she taps the foot that's not on the pedal on the floor gently** (Morgan) So why are you making mistakes? * Molly fidgets again "Hmm... perhaps a little then" * Morgan nods (Morgan) alright (Molly) I hope we can avoid any special duties at the festival, like the first bite of fish, or such things. * Molly makes another mistake, then slows down the melody a little (Morgan) Or that kissing nonsense * Molly noticeably fidgets (Molly) That what? (Morgan) They've got this nonsense where... how did she put it... * Morgan tells her what Alice told him (Molly) Hmm... (Molly) It would be just my luck for you to have to kiss some beautiful blonde woman whilst I watched... (Morgan) or you with Seb... (Molly) That would _not_ be good. (Morgan) no (Molly) Perhaps we can say that it runs counter to some Avalon superstition that it is bad luck to kiss in moving water as it washes happiness away (Morgan) You wish me to lie? * Molly pauses, turning in the seat. She watches him seriously (Molly) Would you? Would you lie to prevent me kissing him? (Morgan) Possibly... (Molly) Huh... *Molly squirms a little before turning back to the keys** I won't make you lie. (Morgan) I've a reputation already, I could just say no and leave it at that (Molly) You could. What are the chances of he and I having the same number anyway? One in five hundred? (Morgan) so pretty much certain then... (Molly) I'd have as much chance to kiss you... or Heinzharold! (Morgan) Also not something I'd wish to see * Molly nods (Molly) We'll have to excuse ourselves then * Morgan nods (Morgan) I'll offend someone, I'm good at that * Molly giggles, then wriggles a little in her seat (Molly) That will do us well then * Morgan nods (Molly) So, my love, what are you drawing? * Morgan lifts it up, showing her * Molly looks round (Molly) Oh! * Molly leaves the piano to come for a closer look (Molly) That's very good **She sits back on her heels beside him. The slight whimper is plenty audible to him, but she looks like she thinks he won't have noticed (Morgan) I'm glad you like it * Molly looks at him (Molly) This is how I look to you from behind? * Morgan nods * Molly nods "I can see why you like my bottom" * Morgan nods * Molly kisses his cheek and saunters back to the piano. There's a little more confidence in her walk (Molly) Perhaps we should put that up on the wall in the study on the Rose... (Morgan) I wouldn't complain... (Molly) Even when the others come in? * Morgan shrugs slightly * Molly smiles over her shoulder "Are they not your apples, my love?" * Morgan laughs (Morgan) they are indeed (Molly) Though really it is artistic, not erotic * Morgan nods (Molly) I wouldn't mind it being transferred to oils for our bedroom wherever we settle, if you would enjoy seeing this every day * Morgan nods (Morgan) thats a bit beyond me unfortunately * Molly giggles (Molly) Edward could see to it for you * Morgan raises an eyebrow (Molly) He would be able to work from your sketch rather than my actual bottom (Morgan) I'm aware of that * Molly fidgets a little again (Molly) Possessive, my love? (Morgan) Somewhat (Molly) **She plays Taciturn, doing a wonderful job of imbuing his lyrics with feeling** (Morgan) very very good my love (Molly) Thank you... (Molly) **she plays another little bit of music, one he heard her play in the music room of Eisenfurst Fischler, a little refrain bearing a resemblance to the intro to taciturn ((unforgiven 3 intro)) (Morgan) thats nice... * Molly nods, playing it again with the pedal down (Molly) It came to me just before our wedding * Morgan nods * Molly messes it up badly at the end, taking a deep breath "I am not doing well tonight, am I?" (Morgan) Not... particularly... * Molly goes to sit by the fire, letting it warm her bare skin (Molly) How are you feeling about leaving Avalon? * Morgan shrugs (Morgan) not sure... had to give the keys back... * Molly nods (Molly) It was a big part of your life * Morgan nods (Morgan) Catherine said I don't need the house anymore, I've got places to be * Molly tilts her head (Molly) Places to go, or places to belong? * Morgan shrugs (Morgan) places to be is what she said (Molly) _do_ you feel you have places to be, or do you feel cast adrift without it? (Morgan) I'm not adrift (Molly) No? (Morgan) No * Molly smiles slightly (Molly) Why not? (Morgan) I have... purpose. * Molly smiles (Molly) I am glad you do * Molly watches him, cross her arms over her bent knees and resting her cheek on them. It makes her look sweet, andher expression is adoring ** You are now disconnected ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Tuesday, 25 January 2022 15:20:13 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** You have joined #7thsea (Molly) **After they eat and drink some more scotch, they go up to the master bedroom. Here she stirs him to arousal again by massaging his back with the oil then riding him facing away. To give him a view like his sketch, she says, until he's releasing with a fistful of her hair and the other on her hip. They are soon settled down. She kisses him goodnight before singing the song he asked to hear earlier. Another new bed, but the familiarity of her bedside him helps him drop off. (Molly) **At first he dreams he is skipping stones on the Sudlache with Heinzharold. They're about fifteen, and the day is warm. One of the stones hits something beneath the surface that makes an unearthly shriek. As they run away he gets the sense of being followed. Then he realises they have run into the Schwarzenwald, and wakes up suddenly * Morgan lays there breathing heavily * Molly pats him sleepily "Shhh... I have you... you're safe now..." * Morgan tries to settle again (Molly) **He manages it after listening to her breathe. He starts to dream. It is the next night after their mutual self-pleasure that she does not know was mutual. It is Thursday night with Catherine's guests due on the morrow, so they have been so busy they have barely seen each other. After a quick dinner they've had just a brief bout of kissing before it is time to retire (Molly) **Up on the landing, she kisses him even harder than last night before she looks up at him in the candlelight, speaking softly** (Molly) If I had gone with Captain Tsaylur to Carleon, I might have had a fancy new dress to wear whilst the Justicar is here. Would it be alright to wear the Eisen one you bought me? (Morgan) If you wish to (Molly) Would that please you? * Morgan nods (Morgan) aye * Molly smiles a little shyly "It would make me proud to wear it for you" * Morgan smiles (Molly) Do you think it will cause trouble, my being your mistress? *she blushes just saying it* (Morgan) Probably * Molly bites the corner of her lip (Molly) Does that trouble you? (Morgan) Why would it? (Molly) You might regret it, if things become difficult... (Morgan) difficult? * Molly watches him anxiously "If people do not approve, if they think you're making a mistake" (Morgan) They are welcome to keep their opinions to themselves * Molly nods, looking reassured (Molly) Alright ** You are now disconnected (Software caused connection abort) ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Tuesday, 25 January 2022 15:55:39 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** Reconnecting to 192.168.1.82:6667… ** Reconnecting to 192.168.1.82:6667… ** Reconnecting to 192.168.1.82:6667… ** You are now disconnected (Network connection lost) ** Reconnecting to 192.168.1.82:6667… ** You have joined #7thsea ** You are now disconnected ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Tuesday, 25 January 2022 15:55:55 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** Reconnecting to 192.168.1.82:6667… ** You have joined #7thsea ** You are now disconnected ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Tuesday, 25 January 2022 15:59:26 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** You have joined #7thsea * Molly takes a deep breath (Molly) Liebes herz, about last night…? (Morgan) yes? (Molly) *she watches him closely as she correctly states* You fell asleep very quickly (Morgan) I did * Molly frowns slightly "Did I not… was it no longer arousing?" (Morgan) You needn't worry * Molly looks relieved "Alright, thank you..." (Morgan) Its a common thing that happens to men when they are... satisfied... * Molly tilts her head (Molly) Ohhh... * Molly looks to be processing this, thoughtful (Molly) I just thought that as you had been able to settle so easily it must have had no effect upon you * Morgan shakes his head (Morgan) no * Molly nods, pausing a moment. Then (Molly) she kisses him boldly, running her tongue along his lower lip before pulling a way a little (Molly) And tonight... should I close my door and be quiet? (Morgan) I would rather you didn't * Molly sucks the centre of her lower lip before it becomes a pout, watching his expression, where his gaze is (Molly) In case you were wondering what happens in my room… *she runs her left hand to her left breast* my _left_ hand is usually here… * Morgan nods (Molly) Or here *she moves across, firmly grasping the other side. Again she watches for his expression and where his attention is* * Morgan watches her hands, nodding slightly (Molly) My _right_ hand… *she moves it slowly up her thigh over the cornflower blue fabric, she wears a smile that is curious* * Morgan watches her hand raptly * Molly 's hand moves higher, lightly cupping at the apex of her thighs. She watches him intently "... is here…" * Morgan nods, licking his lip * Molly curls her index and middle fingers, pressing herself firmer. The material creates creases that map the contours of her womanhood, simultaneously revealing and obscuring the most intimate parts of her. She shudders a little "... like this." * Morgan nods * Molly makes a little circular motion over what he knows is likely to be the most sensitive spot, and then removes her fingers. She runs her gaze over him, her breathing fast and shallow, taking in his expression and also how much he seems to be straining the fabric of his trousers. * Morgan looks hungry * Molly brings her right hand to his cheek, moving in a little towards kissing him. He can detect the faint scent of her arousal from her digits as she tenderly strokes his cheek, her soft lips nearing his. * Morgan presses his lips to hers * Molly kisses him back, and moves her lower body closer to his subconsciously and sighs pleasantly, her mound making contact with the solidness of his thigh. She unlocks their lips enough to say "I won't close the door..." * Morgan nods * Molly 's hips tilt so that the more aching areas are against him "if you do not shut yours, you will hear more" * Morgan nods (Morgan) aye * Molly kisses him deeply, and grinds slightly to his leg, whimpering. Her little noises are quiet, her eyes closed. She seems much shyer about her volume than when she is in her room alone * Morgan moans into her mouth (Molly) **she moans louder at this pressing closer to him** I need… (Morgan) need what? (Molly) **Her tone is soft, quiet, and confessional** I need to go and touch myself now. * Morgan nods (Morgan) alright blossom * Molly kisses him softly once more before going into her room * Morgan sighs, going into his own room (Molly) **her door is left fully open, and he can hear the rapid removal of her clothing. He notices a wet mark on his trousers where she was grinding to his leg for her pleasure, her arousal seeping through her clothing and on to his** * Morgan shivers before getting undressed and into his bed (Molly) **His book is laid open and face up. The header on the left hand page shows the novel is called "Lightcliffe's Shipwreck" , and on the right that it is by A. Lee Yus. * Morgan smirks at the book (Morgan) subtle (Molly) **The line on the page that catches his eye says "Jones was a new merchant sailor, but he'd been born of a long line of fishermen, and he knew the glassy circle where the waves would not venture was not normal". He hears the rhythm of her bed begin, and she moans softly * Morgan closes his eyes to listen (Molly) **It is interesting to note how quickly her pleasuring becomes faster and harder, as if she is more worked up tonight already, and it sounds as if her womanhood is already quite slick beneath her rubbing fingers, unsurprising given how the wetness has transferred to his thigh. * Morgan begins stroking himself as the night before * Molly is making the fast panting mmms and ahhs and sharp inhales that after two nights he knows indicates her pleasure is very close to peaking already, skipping the deep held breaths stage entirely. The bed creaks loudly as her movements become desperate. Within harsh breaths she says "I'm… I'm almost…" * Morgan tries to time his release with hers * Molly seems to slow a little, taking deep breaths to calm a little (Molly) **she speaks, each word on a hard, quick exhale "Liebes... herz…?" (Morgan) yes? (Molly) ((How hoarse/breathless does he sound?)) (Morgan) ((fairly)) (Molly) Are you... touching yourself... like this... too? (Morgan) Aye blossom (Molly) Mmmmm… that… arouses… me greatly (Morgan) I'm glad to hear that (Molly) **The bed noise becomes faster, more frantic, the headboard tapping the wall as she rubs her clit roughly and urgently** * Morgan sets about matching her rhythm again (Molly) **only a few seconds pass before she makes a very intense growl of pleasure, then another sound of ecstasy that becomes a word as her breath runs out "MMMMMMMMMMMorgan!" * Morgan strains, groaning as his own orgasm hits * Molly moans again at this, very intensely * Morgan finds his release, moans getting quieter as he comes down from the peak (Molly) **she slows down as she had done last night, starting to sound almost spent** Do you need me to continue…? (Morgan) No blossom... I am... done (Molly) Alright, liebling... **He can hear the creaking gentling further, and she makes little quieter noises of lingering pleasure as she brings herself back down with soft strokes of her fingers. She stills after a huge sigh of relief, trying to settle her breathing. She sounds well-satiated as well as exhausted** Liebes herz…? (Morgan) yes blossom? (Molly) Did you enjoy that? (Morgan) very much (Molly) Good, I very much enjoyed sharing this with you *she sighs gently again* * Morgan releases a deep breath, starting to get himself cleaned up (Molly) **His eyes catch the next line in the book when he gets the towel "But so few fishermen had even seen a Dead Zone, it was not surprising that one of their descendants had never seen the epicentre" ** You are now disconnected (Connection timed out) ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Wednesday, 26 January 2022 16:38:51 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** You have joined #7thsea (Morgan) Alright, liebling... **He can hear the creaking gentling further, and she makes little quieter noises of lingering pleasure as she brings herself back down with soft strokes of her fingers. She stills after a huge sigh of relief, trying to settle her breathing. She sounds well-satiated as well as exhausted** Liebes herz? (Morgan) yes blossom? (Morgan) Did you enjoy that? (Morgan) very much (Morgan) Good, I very much enjoyed sharing this with you *she sighs gently again* (Morgan) * Morgan releases a deep breath, starting to get himself cleaned up (Morgan) **His eyes catch the next line in the book when he gets the towel "But so few fishermen had even seen a Dead Zone, it was not surprising that one of their descendants had never seen the epicentre" (Molly) Liebes herz? (Morgan) yes blossom? (Molly) Once this weekend is over and the guests are gone so things are peaceful again, would it please you to be in here with me when I do that? If you are ready for such a step, that is? (Morgan) It would, but I will think on it * Molly is quiet a moment before she says (Molly) Alright. Goodnight, liebes herz (Morgan) Goodnight blossom (Molly) **He hears her speak so quietly that even with both doors open and thin walls he wouldn't be able to hear without his exceptionally sharp hearing. She sounds sadly resigned** "I love you. I wish I could tell you that." * Morgan chews his bottom lip, laying back down (Molly) **The moment he falls asleep, his body jolts like he's fallen, and he wakes up to the real world * Morgan stares at the ceiling for a minute before getting up (Molly) **Molly isnt beside him. Her sheets are still quite warm and there's a lit candle on the dresser where she is sat, bare except for a navy shawl. She wrings out one of his cream flannels before wiping it over her thigh, in the place he'd burnt her. (Morgan) blossom... are you alright? (Molly) **He can see how she wrings bloodied water from it into the bowl** (Molly) Nightmare. I had to discharge some of the magic. * Morgan nods (Morgan) I... would you like a cuddle? * Molly nods "I will dry my legs and come back to bed" * Molly uses another flannel, drying both thighs. Even having been washed, the flannel still comes off pink. The wounds must have been quite deep, or many. (Morgan) You've done some serious damage haven't you? * Molly comes back to the bed, shawl wrapped around her "I am unharmed. It's all healed. But I didn't want to risk harming you" * Morgan shrugs, wrapping his arms around her * Molly holds on to him (Molly) Could you lean in more? I need more of your weight on me * Morgan nods, doing so * Molly sighs slowly (Molly) I'm better than I was when I woke * Morgan nods (Morgan) do you want to tell me about it? (Molly) Yes, but... I'm still heartsore about it. More weight please. * Morgan leans in more (Molly) **Molly sets to reciting her nightmare** (Molly) You had died, and I somehow followed you to a tavern that was half way between Theah and Heaven. * Molly pauses for reactions as she's going along (Morgan) Wouldn't surprise me * Molly nods a little, wriggling closer so there's more pressure on her (Molly) I was trying to blood bind us with a rope made of white and blue intertwined cords (Morgan) right... (Molly) **she breathes in deeply* But you would not give me your hand. (Morgan) why? (Molly) You did not want to be bound to me like that... You… *she sighs heavily* You told me it wasn't enough, that you did not want to come back to Theah with me. * Morgan frowns (Molly) I tried to plead with you that we had decades of life ahead, the convergence, how much I love you… *a tear runs down her cheek* (Morgan) but I still refused? (Molly) *she nods* You said no. You were tired of hurting, and tired of living with the constant worry of _me_, and how I wander from the paths and take us into danger… (Morgan) That, and I mean this in the most supportive of ways... is utter nonsense (Molly) *she breathes him in deeply** I begged. You said sorry, but you were finally so close to what you had intended at Lady Catherine's, and if I really truly loved you, I would let you go. (Morgan) I see (Molly) You said I should admit that you and I were a bad consequence of my path wandering, and if it hadn't been for me being sliepata liousa, you would have been happy as you were, I would have been with Seb, which was what you told me to go back to Theah and do. And then you walked out through a door filled with bright white light, and I woke up. * Molly relaxes a little, but makes no move to remove the pressure (Morgan) I see (Molly) Then the magic felt out of control so I had to... take care of it * Morgan nods (Molly) Now I recite it, it seems far less serious than ot felt (Molly) It* (Morgan) Its different when it feels so real * Molly nods (Molly) Most dreams are easier to brush off, but sometimes these hurt... * Morgan nods (Morgan) aye, I know (Molly) I do not think it's a warning, or an alternate path, it's too fanciful a setting * Morgan nods (Morgan) I agree * Molly takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly (Molly) You had a nightmare early on in the night (Morgan) usually do * Molly nods (Molly) Was it one of the usual ones? (Morgan) No, not at all * Molly smiles softly (Molly) Do _you_ need a cuddle, my love? (Morgan) No, I'm alright... just a daft nightmare is all * Molly nods (Molly) Were you alright after that? * Morgan nods * Molly nods " I should let you get ready" * Morgan shrugs (Morgan) I want to go have a look in the library anyway * Molly nods (Molly) I will let you go * Morgan plants a kiss on her crown before getting out of bed to get dressed * Molly watches him (Molly) Do you still wish to sketch me in the morning room? * Morgan nods (Molly) I'll be ready when you get back * Morgan nods, pulling his clothes on and heading to the library (Molly) **The bottle of Maelwys' moonshine is still on the side table. There are quite a few bookshelves, and by title and author he finds nothing.** * Morgan sighs, going to make coffee before heading back to Molly with two cups * Molly is looking at her bottom in the mirror, shift held up to her waist, so she doesnt notice him enter * Morgan puts the cups down, looking at her (Morgan) I suppose if I were you I'd be looking at it too * Molly bites her lip, blushing and smiling (Molly) I... uhh... * Molly drops the hem "I thought you would be out for dawn" (Morgan) I thought you might need me still * Molly shrugs a little but gives him a half smile "I'm alright. Just a nasty nightmare" (Morgan) Mine... HeinzHarold and I were skipping stones in the Sudlache... one of them hit... something... it shrieked and we ran like hell into the forest * Molly sits at the dresser with her brush and pins, trying to create something artful with her hair "Is there something _in_ the Sudlache?" (Morgan) Thats the legend.... ** You are now disconnected (Software caused connection abort) ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Wednesday, 26 January 2022 18:41:35 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** You have joined #7thsea (Molly) But noone knows _what_ it could be? *she turns slightly more in profile and scrutinises herself in the mirror* * Morgan shakes his head (Morgan) no * Molly rearranges a curl (Molly) Did you find what you were looking for? (Morgan) No... (Molly) You can go out for dawn, my love. You enjoy it (Morgan) You are sure? * Molly frowns at a strand of hair that isn't quite right "of course" * Morgan nods, taking his cup and heading outside ** You're now known as Claudia * Claudia is swinging a sword around in his usual spot (Morgan) morning (Claudia) Yep (Morgan) You alright? (Claudia) Yeah, how about you? (Morgan) Not bad... nightmare as usual (Claudia) Anything we need to worry about? * Morgan laughs shortly (Morgan) probably * Claudia sheathed her sword (Claudia) What? (Morgan) Its nothing really... skipping stones in the Sudlache and I hit... something... cue terrifying shriek and HeinzHarold and I running like hell into the schwarzenwald (Claudia) Just a regular creepy monster dream then? (Morgan) aye... but being the Sudlache, I wouldn't be in the slightest bit surprised * Claudia nods (Claudia) Probably nothing to do about it (Morgan) No, I doubt it (Claudia) **the sun comes above the horizon (Claudia) How was your night off? Peaceful? (Morgan) Aside from nightmares, and a bit of magical practice, aye (Claudia) Chopped you up a bit? * Morgan scowls (Morgan) no (Morgan) She wanted to know if she could heal damage that I could do... * Claudia looks at him (Claudia) You are shitting me. * Morgan shakes his head (Claudia) What the fuck? Why the hell would you agree to that? (Morgan) Don't be so dense Claudia (Claudia) No, explain this shit to me, because honestly, what the fuck? * Morgan sighs (Morgan) what if I'm not quick enough to get away from you when the nightmares come? (Claudia) You think you'll do that to one of us? (Morgan) Its less a danger now I know I need to use the damn thing, but you saw how I bolted... * Claudia watches him (Claudia) I dont like it. (Morgan) Which bit? (Claudia) Her wanting you to do that. What the hell was she thinking? (Morgan) We tried it on some pork... it didn't work, she can't heal dead things... so, I used it on myself, and she healed it (Claudia) What if it had gone wrong and you'd hurt her? You'd be distraught at that. (Morgan) I think perhaps you underestimate my control over it * Claudia shrugs "You obviously weren't worried, so no point me worrying for you." (Morgan) No, I was. Things were learned and we never need do it again. (Claudia) But you do. You know that she can heal herself. You dont know she could heal one of us, which is what you should have done in the first place. (Morgan) And she could heal _me_ * Claudia looks at the brightening sky, arms folded (Claudia) Fine. Whatever. (Morgan) Whats your problem Claudia? There's obviously something going on (Claudia) You could have hurt her, badly, or screwed your own head up over it. You used fire magic on a _person_, the one you say you couldn't live without. It seems out of character for you, and I don't want you hurting yourself by hurting her. * Morgan sighs (Morgan) I used it on myself first... a small patch no bigger than my finger tip... (Claudia) I get it. You were careful. I just don't like it. (Morgan) Does this have anything to do with her appearing with a split lip yesterday? (Claudia) No * Morgan looks at her for a moment * Claudia looks right back at him (Claudia) That was training. We all get some minor contact at first. (Morgan) Exactly. (Claudia) That's fucking different and you know it. * Morgan sighs (Morgan) very well * Claudia grinds her teeth hard a moment (Claudia) "Look, it's just because I fucking care about you. If you'd hurt her, you'd have equated it with what happened to Dietlinde, and I dont want you putting yourself through it" * Morgan nods briefly (Morgan) alright * Claudia nods (Claudia) Sparring, or do you have somewhere you need to be? (Morgan) I've a little time * Claudia draws a sword, then bows to him as is customary. She is clearly holding back a little as they fight * Morgan moves out of range (Morgan) If you're going to do that, whats the point? * Claudia rolls the shoulder of her sword arm (Claudia) Come on then * Morgan launches at her as he normally would * Claudia does fight back properly now. About fifteen minutes passes before she stops "I need to get back for watch" (Morgan) not before you tell me what _that_ was about (Claudia) I've told you (Morgan) You've never wanted me to get hurt, but you've never held back... (Claudia) Oh, that. Wanted to be sure I wasn't taking it out on you (Morgan) punishing me, you mean? (Claudia) Fuck off. You know that's not how it is. (Morgan) I'm not accusing you... I'm trying to understand. (Claudia) Just let it go. We're good. I'm good, okay? * Morgan frowns * Claudia sheathes her sword "Sorgi says setting off after lunch would be best. Will you be done by then?" * Morgan nods (Morgan) can be * Claudia nods "You want Alice and Florrie invited down for lunch? (Morgan) I think so. Won't be seeing them for quite some time * Claudia nods, inclining her head (Claudia) See you later * Morgan nods, heading back into the house ** You're now known as Molly * Molly sees to her hair and makeup whilst he is out for dawn, and he returns to find her reading on the chaise in the morning room. The light is indeed perfect. With curls carefully arranged for the sketch, and her makeup done how he likes it, she's reclined in just a thin white shift, book open (Molly) I am ready, my love * Morgan nods, collecting up his sketching things * Molly watches him, moving the neckline off her shoulder (Molly) Like this? * Morgan nods (Morgan) perfect (Molly) Looking at you, or at the book? (Morgan) the book I think * Molly does so. She has one leg bent, and the other closest to him resting on her toes on the floor. She looks relaxed, almost sprawled and satiated. She smiles (Molly) Like so? * Morgan nods * Molly raises the book. It is blue, and has an etching in silver of a shipwreck beneath a silver moon, an island on the horizon * Morgan starts sketching (Morgan) Where did you get that? (Molly) I picked up some books from the little girl's room, I thought they might be useful for Varick (Morgan) Not called... Lightcliffes shipwreck or something like? * Molly nods (Molly) You've read it before? (Morgan) No... * Molly nods, just sitting still so as not to disturb him (Morgan) You read any of it? (Molly) No, but I could, if you wish? (Morgan) just wondering if it tally with something, thats all (Molly) Shall I read aloud, or would it disturb your work? (Morgan) No, please do * Molly does so. It sets the scene, with the main character a man who does not want to be Earl, but disasters befall his uncle and cousins until finally the title falls to him. It's a well written story, and Molly seems to be engrossed in it quickly. After about twenty minutes she gets to the line he was struggling to concentrate on in the first dream where he had tried to distract himself from her exploratory sighs. * Molly makes a little Mmmm sound (Morgan) mmm? (Molly) Sorry, cramp in the arch of my foot *she wriggles her toes a little* Where was I... * Molly reads the bit he read in the dream last night whilst cleaning himself up (Morgan) interesting... (Molly) Does this feel right? (Morgan) feel right? (Molly) For what it should tally with (Morgan) Some of the dreams I'vehad... I was reading that book, and its right, word for word... and talks about that dead zone, like we encountered... (Molly) Intriguing. But you have not read it or seen it before? * Morgan shakes his head (Molly) But from the dream you knew to find the book here? (Morgan) No... but its an Avalonian book and this house has a library, so I went looking * Molly nods, scanning the page (Molly) "But one person on that ship had seen it before, and he watched it from the rear window of the Inamorata with a sense of foreboding." (Molly) "Ashworth Burniston, the reluctant seventh Earl Lightcliffe, paced on the oak floorboards mentally reviewing the arrangements should he die tonight. He wasn't a man given to melancholy or morbidness, indeed he thought himself generally of the optimist persuasion. But seeing that hard, flat disc of water again made him reconsider this habitual positivity" (Molly) Hmm... it doesn't sound good, does it? * Morgan shakes his head, working on the shading * Molly looks the book itself over "Printed in Londinium, by Messers. Holbourne and Cranbrook, 1628. Oh, there's a note" (Molly) "Harold and Iris, With my thanks for your hospitality and care. I hope the image of Lundy in the embossing pleases you. Yours, D. 1629." * Morgan frowns * Molly develops a deeply thoughtful look that is far from the soft satisfied expression he has captured in his sketch (Molly) That's rather bizarre (Morgan) Whats that? (Molly) A strange sort of message for a book, really (Morgan) Harold and Iris... (Molly) They were buried in the churchyard next to the last owner's graves. His parents, I think (Morgan) Who's the book by? * Molly looks to it, then giggles (Molly) Oh dear... an A. Lee Yus, apparently! (Morgan) Like... a deckname... * Molly tilts her head (Molly) Yes... indeed (Molly) But didn't Darius Eckname tell the publisher he was no longer going to write, and had taken holy orders? * Morgan nods, glancing up from the sketchbook * Molly thinks hard, starting to fidget in a way that will make it hard to get the shading right (Morgan) stop moving please * Molly glances at him with a little smile "sorry, my love" * Morgan nods, going back to the sketch (Morgan) what happens? * Molly is quiet, distracted but smiling a little to herself. It's secretive and wistful at the same time (Molly) I'm sorry, my mind wandered off. What did you ask? ** You are now disconnected ------------------------------ Logging started for 192.168.1.82:#7thsea on Wednesday, 26 January 2022 22:04:06 Greenwich Mean Time ------------------------------ ** You have joined #7thsea (Molly) [21:46] * Molly is quiet, distracted but smiling a little to herself. It's secretive and wistful at the same time * Morgan waits patiently as he sketches (Molly) [21:59] (Molly) I'm sorry, my mind wandered off. What did you ask? (Morgan) what happens next... (Molly) "The epicenter gets closer, the Inamorata cannot pull free because there isn't a good wind for the sails. **she skips on a bit more** The ship is wrecked and all are lost. Except, of course the main character. (Morgan) does it say how the ship was wrecked? * Molly frowns (Molly) Not... exactly, no (Morgan) not exactly? (Molly) It talks about how it started moving as if carried on a strong wind, yet the sails were furled. She was then on the rocks, and they ripped her underbelly out. The sailors all drowned within the ship, the couple of crewmen on watch were eventually thrown overboard by the battering on the rocks. Somehow, Burniston got out and washed up on an island... * Morgan frowns * Molly nods, flicking forward (Molly) He has amnesia, but slowly it comes back to him... he goes to Lightcliffe but someone has had Ashworth Burniston buried. His house belongs to another, he is penniless. *a few more pages* There's a woman, obviously. He wants her to go to court to say he is the real Ashworth... (Molly) **she shudders* It briefly touches on a time he was on a fishing boat with his father and they saw a smaller vessel be scooped up by the epicenter and pulled under entirely * Morgan rubs his nose, smudging charcoal across it (Morgan) Kraken * Molly looks at him, biting her lip then sucking the centre of it (Molly) Mmhmm... could be (Morgan) Though I've not heard of Kraken affecting the weather like that... (Molly) I know very little about it * Molly is definitely watching him and not the book, making the shading of her nose challenging * Morgan smiles slightly (Morgan) must be a sailor thing.... back to where you were please * Molly smirks "Aye aye, sir" * Morgan scowls * Molly giggles, returning her gaze to the book (Molly) Would you like to educate me? (Morgan) about... (Molly) The kraken... for now (Morgan) lives in the deepest parts of the ocean...something like a cross between a crab and an octopus (Molly) But big enough to drag a merchant ship? * Morgan smiles slightly (Morgan) the best word I can think of for it is leviathan... tentacles that can wrap round a ship and drag it under, suckers with spikes on them... * Molly looks at him (Molly) You don't believe in that, surely? * Morgan looks up at her (Morgan) Why not? (Molly) Well, wouldn't someone have seen it? (Morgan) The schattenmann lives in a relatively small forest yet is almost _never_ seen... by anyone who lives to tell about it... how big, how deep are the oceans? * Molly is still watching him and disrupting his work (Molly) I suppose so... * Morgan lifts his hand, twirling his finger at her (Morgan) Its not that I believe it exists exactly... but I wouldn't be surprised (Molly) I suppose people who saw it and died don't get to tell anyone about it... **she watches his finger a moment, then returns to what she is supposed to be doing** * Morgan nods (Morgan) exactly * Molly starts to watch him from her peripheral vision (Molly) Did you enjoy our evening here? * Morgan nods (Morgan) you? (Molly) Oh yes, very, very much (Morgan) Sorgi wants to get underway after lunch * Molly nods (Molly) We should if we are to get to Insel in time for all the kissing * Morgan nods (Molly) We will need to see Alice before we go, to give her the ledgers and the money from the servant's dining room * Morgan nods (Molly) And Varick will wish to say goodbye (Morgan) of course. I've left instructions for them to be invited down to lunch * Molly nods slowly (Molly) That is a good idea (Molly) Are you going to let Heinzharold have the drink? (Morgan) I might let _Inga_ have it... * Molly giggles (Molly) I would warn her in advance (Morgan) of course (Molly) I was certainly sceptical, but... (Morgan) but no longer? (Molly) No, absolutely not. Although, I do not think I really _need_ it, do you? (Morgan) Need, no (Molly) I am perfectly well enthused about our marital activities at any possible occasion, in any possible place... * Molly smiles, but doesn't look over * Morgan nods (Morgan) I'll try to remember that (Molly) Well, the chaise is sturdy, as you said last night, and I would not mind having charcoal smudges on my body to match the one on your nose... * Molly still stays where she has been told * Morgan raises an eyebrow, concentrating on the sketch (Morgan) I don't have any on my nose (Molly) Yes, you do, and it is so cute it is driving me mad * Morgan rubs at his nose, leaving some on his cheek * Molly giggles (Molly) Oh dear, my love (Molly) Now you have some on your cheek * Morgan makes a noise of frustration (Morgan) I'll get it in a minute... I'm almost done (Molly) Mmhmm * Molly sits still, just waiting * Morgan tilts his head, looking at the sketchbook (Morgan) I think... thats done * Molly crooks her finger, motioning him over * Morgan goes to her * Molly fidgets to give him space, and looks it over? ((Sweet or sensual, more flattering or more accurate?)) (Morgan) ((sensual, flattering but not unrealistic)) (Molly) Oh liebling... that's wonderful! * Molly smiles at him "That is definitely decent enough to show off, I think!" (Morgan) You think? * Molly nods (Molly) My bum is not on display (Morgan) No its not * Molly looks at his cheek "Shall I rub you to get it off?" * Morgan nods * Molly does so, then kisses him in the spots where the charcoal was. She watches him with mischief "All better?" * Morgan shrugs (Morgan) I suppose so... I couldn't see it * Molly watches him a moment, then smiles (Molly) I'd best get dressed * Morgan nods (Morgan) indeed (Molly) Unless you wished to make the best of our last morning alone for what could be four months... * Morgan nods (Morgan) yes... yes I do * Molly kisses him softly before getting him to pull the curtains, affording the privacy to subject the chaise to a leisurely test of marital enthusiasm. By the time they are spent and he opens them again, the wonderful sketching light is gone, and the shadows of his drawing no longer match. Her satiated smile is the same though ** You are now disconnected