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Aurora
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Aquarius
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Reading, walking, construction.
Hello. My name is Aurora. My duty is to oversee your comfort and the daily workings of Etraya, as well as provide information for upcoming missions.
Someone who doesn't like sharing information in general.
[It's with some difficulty that Shadowheart manages to drag her eyes away from Shaw's arms and up to her face as she takes a long sip of wine. The face, truthfully, is as attractive as the arms.
What can she say about herself? All of my memories are gone because I was raised in a cult that erased them. Or, perhaps, I only escaped the cult because I was kidnapped by mind flayers who infected me with a parasitic tadpole designed to bend my mind to the whims of a different cult. No, she doesn't plan on sharing that.]
I'm from a city called Baldur's Gate. I'm half-elven, if you were wondering. [A short little gesture towards her pointed ears.] I'm a healer. And I'm afraid there's little enough to say beyond that.
[She's as bad at small talk as Shaw is, it seems - which isn't really something that Shaw is inclined to be judgmental about, given her own everything.]
I was a healer once.
[She says, tilting her head thoughtfully.]
I sucked at it. Then I was a soldier, and then I helped prevent crime with a boss who you'd get along well with; Finch doesn't like sharing information about himself, either.
[She laughs a soft, good-natured laugh at the fact that she's just implicitly called herself wise before taking a sip of wine. A small one; if this night goes as she hopes, she doesn't want her senses impaired.
Speaking of:]
We both know why we're here. So. What is it you're looking for in a paramour?
[While she is curious about Shaw and her world, she really does struggle with small talk. Best to jump ahead to the meat of the situation, she decides.]
Beyond the things I already listed out... straight-forwardness is a plus.
[In other words, she appreciates Shadowfire cutting to the chase.]
Confidence, experience, a sense of humor - and I'm not looking for commitment.
[That's the biggest one, really. She's not looking to break hearts or use anybody, and if someone is on the hunt for a soulmate, she's all too ready to rule herself out from the jump.]
Neither am I. This place doesn't lend itself to that sort of relationship. Why make a commitment to anyone when they could disappear tomorrow, never to be seen again.
[No one's ever accused Shadowheart of optimism.]
Confidence and experience I can offer. And as for humour...
[Thanks to a book she found in the library entitled Dad Jokes: That's How Eye Roll, she's got a few jokes to share. A lot of them are in reference to things she doesn't understand, but there are some that she considers extremely good.]
Why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
Ugh, no, I didn't mean bad jokes. This is gonna be a pun on screaming, right?
[Her words aside, though, it's clear she's not seriously bothered: her groan is a little too performative, and the disgusted face she makes a little too exaggerated.
A little more soberly, she adds:]
I've never slept with anyone who's half-elven before. Or, uh, anyone who's not human, actually. You'd be my first. That's not a problem for me, but is it a problem for you?
Of course not. It's far more sophisticated than that.
[It isn't. It's a pun on booze/boos.
As Shaw becomes more serious, Shadowheart glances at her curiously. Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to her that her species would be worth remarking upon. Inter-species relations are common enough in her world, and humans and elves are so anatomically similar that there's not much to say. Not when it comes to a fling, in any case.]
Not at all. So long as you refrain from treating me as some sort of exotic conquest. I may have pointed ears and the ability to see in the dark, but I'm just a person, the same as you.
Yeah, I've gotten that from a couple people before, too. It's lame. And I know I'm gonna regret asking this, but - why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
[Shaw lets out another overdramatic groan, rubbing at her temples as if trying to ward off a headache. Not only is it a bad joke, it's a bad pun. Truly horrific.]
[It's a long time since Shadowheart's been kissed, and the warmth and softness of it tugs on something knotted tight in her chest, threatening to unravel it. She has to forcefully remind herself that she's looking for a fling, not a relationship, and she showed up here worried that Shaw would be the one to be sentimental and clingy.]
Careful, I might be inclined to say all sorts of things, if that's your method of getting me to stop.
[But she gallantly refrains from another terrible pun, and instead sets her glass down on the bar.]
[Shaw, for her part, is just pleased as punch that the move worked: less so because she genuinely wants to shut Shadowheart up, and more because she's quite enjoying the aftereffects herself. Her own recent entanglements are a bit of a minefield, honestly, but luckily for the both of them, she's an excellent compartmentalizer. Is she still mourning the loss of her dead almost-girlfriend? Absolutely. Does that bring the mood down for her in this particular moment? Not in the least.
She won't pull back until Shadowheart does, but at the suggestion that they head out, she stands readily, reaching for her coat.]
I've got a room in that apartment block across from the hospital, but, uh-- I bet your place is nicer.
The same, actually. I've been wintering there until the weather warms.
[She enjoys sleeping outdoors, she's found, and Scratch does too. But now that she's started adopting stray cats from Nova City, and they've gotten very comfortable with the warmth and comfort of indoors and soft furniture, she and Scratch may be staying put even when the weather improves.]
But I have got a dog at mine, if you'd like to meet him. [She hasn't forgotten that Shaw said she likes dogs.]
[Not all dogs are created equally, after all, even if (in Shaw's humble opinion) they're much more likely to be cool than people are. Another thought occurs to her as she's pulling on her jacket, though.]
He has another room he can go into when we have sex, doesn't he?
He's quite friendly. And not to worry, mine's got a door between the bedroom and the rest of the place, and Scratch will be perfectly alright sleeping on the couch tonight. I have no desire for an audience.
[She smirks.]
Though if we ever do this again, and you know an interested third party...
[She's only teasing. For now, at least, she's keen to keep this just the two of them.]
Already looking to divide your attention, huh? I'm gonna have to try like hell to keep up with these expectations.
[Shaw is also teasing... kind of. She does like a challenge, even if it's mostly self-imposed. As they walk out of the bar and onto the street, she's also not planning on behaving herself - without breaking her stride, she leans over and nips at Shadowheart's earlobe.]
[The nip at her ear comes as an unexpected surprise, and she startles before realising what Shaw's doing and laughing softly.]
Eager, I take it?
[She reaches for Shaw's hand, hoping to twine their fingers together and give her a little tug forward as she picks up her pace towards the apartment block.]
[Perhaps surprisingly, Shaw doesn't protest the hand-hold: she's a lot more relaxed about touch than one might assume from her typical demeanor, and she doesn't typically go out of her way to avoid it unless she has a specific reason to. She also has no qualms about letting herself get tugged along.]
You don't wanna know how long it's been since I got laid. I've been breaking a hell of a dry spell this week.
[Shadowheart almost, almost, opens her mouth with some sort of double entendre about water bottles and wetness, but she's spared from her own verbal clumsiness by Shaw shoving her into the wall. Their lips crash together as Shadowheart reaches one hand up to cup the back of Shaw's head and slips the other around Shaw's waist, holding the other woman tightly against her. Her kiss is hungry, but her hands are gentle, betraying her desire for tenderness.
And then the elevator dings and the doors slide open, and Shadowheart groans in disappointment against Shaw's lips.]
I suppose this would be more comfortable in my room. Shall we?
[Shaw is clearly distracted, stopping from doing anything too untoward while they're still technically in public (there's no one around, sure, but she assumes that Shadowheart still doesn't want to lose her shirt just yet), but nevertheless skirting around the edge of impropriety: running her hands along Shadowheart's waist, fingers ducking a half-inch or so under the hem of her shirt in search of skin.
She'll let herself be tugged in whatever direction they're headed next.]
[Shadowheart pulls Shaw along and opens her door, and is immediately greeted by the wagging tail and soft barks of a large white dog, who starts sniffing curiously around the newcomer. The skinny black cat that had been sleeping on the back of the sofa blinks awake, and an orange kitten pokes its head out of the cardboard box it had been playing in.
She bends down to scratch the dog's ears.]
I'm back, Scratch. But you're going to have entertain yourself for a while longer.
Shaw, thirsty motherfucker that she is, had attached her lips to the side of Shadowheart's neck the literal second that they were through the apartment door - but she pulls back briefly to offer a hand to Scratch, rubbing his ears. Sorry, Shadowheart; she'll get back to you as soon as she's done making friends.]
[Scratch, absolutely thrilled to have a new friend, sits himself down in front of Shaw with his tongue lolling out and his tail thumping against the floor.
Shadowheart, meanwhile, kicks off her shoes before opening the bedroom door and tossing a sheet over the large mouse cage that she keeps on a table in there. It's only a mouse, but it would feel odd to have it watching, and she can hardly put the cage out in the front room with the cats.
Standing in the bedroom doorway, her back to Shaw, she pulls her shirt up and off and tosses it aside.]
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[It's with some difficulty that Shadowheart manages to drag her eyes away from Shaw's arms and up to her face as she takes a long sip of wine. The face, truthfully, is as attractive as the arms.
What can she say about herself? All of my memories are gone because I was raised in a cult that erased them. Or, perhaps, I only escaped the cult because I was kidnapped by mind flayers who infected me with a parasitic tadpole designed to bend my mind to the whims of a different cult. No, she doesn't plan on sharing that.]
I'm from a city called Baldur's Gate. I'm half-elven, if you were wondering. [A short little gesture towards her pointed ears.] I'm a healer. And I'm afraid there's little enough to say beyond that.
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I was a healer once.
[She says, tilting her head thoughtfully.]
I sucked at it. Then I was a soldier, and then I helped prevent crime with a boss who you'd get along well with; Finch doesn't like sharing information about himself, either.
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[She laughs a soft, good-natured laugh at the fact that she's just implicitly called herself wise before taking a sip of wine. A small one; if this night goes as she hopes, she doesn't want her senses impaired.
Speaking of:]
We both know why we're here. So. What is it you're looking for in a paramour?
[While she is curious about Shaw and her world, she really does struggle with small talk. Best to jump ahead to the meat of the situation, she decides.]
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[In other words, she appreciates Shadowfire cutting to the chase.]
Confidence, experience, a sense of humor - and I'm not looking for commitment.
[That's the biggest one, really. She's not looking to break hearts or use anybody, and if someone is on the hunt for a soulmate, she's all too ready to rule herself out from the jump.]
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[No one's ever accused Shadowheart of optimism.]
Confidence and experience I can offer. And as for humour...
[Thanks to a book she found in the library entitled Dad Jokes: That's How Eye Roll, she's got a few jokes to share. A lot of them are in reference to things she doesn't understand, but there are some that she considers extremely good.]
Why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
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[Her words aside, though, it's clear she's not seriously bothered: her groan is a little too performative, and the disgusted face she makes a little too exaggerated.
A little more soberly, she adds:]
I've never slept with anyone who's half-elven before. Or, uh, anyone who's not human, actually. You'd be my first. That's not a problem for me, but is it a problem for you?
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[It isn't. It's a pun on booze/boos.
As Shaw becomes more serious, Shadowheart glances at her curiously. Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to her that her species would be worth remarking upon. Inter-species relations are common enough in her world, and humans and elves are so anatomically similar that there's not much to say. Not when it comes to a fling, in any case.]
Not at all. So long as you refrain from treating me as some sort of exotic conquest. I may have pointed ears and the ability to see in the dark, but I'm just a person, the same as you.
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Yeah, I've gotten that from a couple people before, too. It's lame. And I know I'm gonna regret asking this, but - why is it so cheap to throw a party at a haunted house?
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[She chuckles, earnestly delighted by her own joke.]
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I'm doing this to keep you from telling more.
[She says, before leaning in for a kiss.]
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Careful, I might be inclined to say all sorts of things, if that's your method of getting me to stop.
[But she gallantly refrains from another terrible pun, and instead sets her glass down on the bar.]
Shall we take this elsewhere?
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She won't pull back until Shadowheart does, but at the suggestion that they head out, she stands readily, reaching for her coat.]
I've got a room in that apartment block across from the hospital, but, uh-- I bet your place is nicer.
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[She enjoys sleeping outdoors, she's found, and Scratch does too. But now that she's started adopting stray cats from Nova City, and they've gotten very comfortable with the warmth and comfort of indoors and soft furniture, she and Scratch may be staying put even when the weather improves.]
But I have got a dog at mine, if you'd like to meet him. [She hasn't forgotten that Shaw said she likes dogs.]
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[Not all dogs are created equally, after all, even if (in Shaw's humble opinion) they're much more likely to be cool than people are. Another thought occurs to her as she's pulling on her jacket, though.]
He has another room he can go into when we have sex, doesn't he?
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[She smirks.]
Though if we ever do this again, and you know an interested third party...
[She's only teasing. For now, at least, she's keen to keep this just the two of them.]
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[Shaw is also teasing... kind of. She does like a challenge, even if it's mostly self-imposed. As they walk out of the bar and onto the street, she's also not planning on behaving herself - without breaking her stride, she leans over and nips at Shadowheart's earlobe.]
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Eager, I take it?
[She reaches for Shaw's hand, hoping to twine their fingers together and give her a little tug forward as she picks up her pace towards the apartment block.]
Truth be told, so am I.
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You don't wanna know how long it's been since I got laid. I've been breaking a hell of a dry spell this week.
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[Hm. She perhaps should have workshopped that in her head a bit longer before saying it aloud.
She laughs it off as they arrive at the door of the apartment building and she tugs Shaw inside, towards the elevator.]
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[This judgement isn't going to stop Shaw from shoving her up against the elevator wall, mind. Making out is what elevators are for.]
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And then the elevator dings and the doors slide open, and Shadowheart groans in disappointment against Shaw's lips.]
I suppose this would be more comfortable in my room. Shall we?
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[Shaw is clearly distracted, stopping from doing anything too untoward while they're still technically in public (there's no one around, sure, but she assumes that Shadowheart still doesn't want to lose her shirt just yet), but nevertheless skirting around the edge of impropriety: running her hands along Shadowheart's waist, fingers ducking a half-inch or so under the hem of her shirt in search of skin.
She'll let herself be tugged in whatever direction they're headed next.]
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She bends down to scratch the dog's ears.]
I'm back, Scratch. But you're going to have entertain yourself for a while longer.
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Shaw, thirsty motherfucker that she is, had attached her lips to the side of Shadowheart's neck the literal second that they were through the apartment door - but she pulls back briefly to offer a hand to Scratch, rubbing his ears. Sorry, Shadowheart; she'll get back to you as soon as she's done making friends.]
mild nsfw
Shadowheart, meanwhile, kicks off her shoes before opening the bedroom door and tossing a sheet over the large mouse cage that she keeps on a table in there. It's only a mouse, but it would feel odd to have it watching, and she can hardly put the cage out in the front room with the cats.
Standing in the bedroom doorway, her back to Shaw, she pulls her shirt up and off and tosses it aside.]
Come join me when you're done in there.
and probably getting worse from here lmao
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