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Halari Suite Jr.Suite (TC&Mii) [Hotel.de.Glace SHAARN] 2

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[Main Metropolitan]

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HOTEL DE GLACE

The Halari Suite

- Junior Suite - 


[Downstairs to:   The Ground Floor ]


The Halari Suite is the larger of the two  Junior Suites offered by the Hotel de Glace and is designed with comfort and relaxation in mind, first and foremost. The main room is a good size and the design style makes it feel even more spacious than it really is.  The room is designed as a fusion of the typical Halarian style bedroom and sitting room, giving it an open air feel.  The room is draped in richly colored fabrics and lined with cinnamon red, patterned wallpaper with gold accents.  The suite also features piles of large, comfortable floor cushions that invites you to lounge and relax, but the focus of the room is definitely the elevated and recessed king-sized bed, framed by crimson velvet curtains which can be pulled shut for privacy. The small, privately attached bathing room features side-by-side baths, making the Halari Suite one of our most popular rooms with couples.

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Private, side-by-side baths

Halari Suite (Couples Baths) [Hotel.de.Glace SHAARN]

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Miiya

From: The raucous party downstairs

And then they were alone and she was laying upon something soft with Tom leaning concernedly over her. “I’m okay…” she lied. Was it, was she, was he, were they?

The effects of the dragonsmoke were not all gone. The day, the night, the next day, the fight, were all weighing upon the young Aeros. Miiya had danced a half-dozen times. She’d been beaten, chased, drugged, lost, found, feted, defeated, and victorious, all in the last something-something far more than twenty-four hours. She was finally here with Tom, and present-ish. He’d carried her here and now there he was, his too hot skin firm against her upraised fingers as she traced a tremendous scar that she did not remember seeing before. 

Miiya felt her breath catch in her throat. She wanted her other hand to follow the fingers of her first, maybe find its way into those mussed locks and not care if he is, if they are hollowed out. But she was hollowed, her arms, shoulders, everything seemed to be sinking deeper into their bed. Even her upraised fingers were too heavy to hold, and her hand fell beside her face with the finality of a felled thousand-year-old sequoia. 

Before her consciousness fled, Miiya needed to speak to Tom. “Thank yew… for hunt--” no. Yes? “--hunting m--” yes. No? “Thank yew… for h… …haunting me.” That was all the strength the Aeros girl had left in her. Her fingers curled slightly, her pupils disappeared from the narrowing space between her eyelashes, and her breathing became the shallow barely-there breath of an Aeros, of a Storm Dancer, in repose.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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"Don't depend too much on anyone in this world, because even your shadow leaves you when you're in darkness." 

(But your shadow doesn’t leave you in the dark; it’s just hidden.)

- Ibn Taymiyyah 


[OOC: from the revelry and "fun"-- Hotel de Glace - Ground Floor]

 

Tom-Cat got Miiya into bed, wrestled her out of her travel clothes and left her tucked in under the covers in her undergarments.  He stood for a moment and stared down at her, blank-faced, after Miiya thanked him for hunting and haunting her, before immediately falling asleep.  He barely felt her fingers trace over the raised edges of the new, smooth scar on his chest—he barely felt anything.  

He didn’t even have the impulse to scent-mark her.

That alone should have been a glaring indicator of how not-okay he was, how skewed his mindset had become, and how utterly exhausted he was.  If he’d been more clear-minded, he would have known at that moment that he really needed to go to sleep because he wasn’t thinking straight.  

It didn’t. (clue him into his distorted mindset)

He wasn’t.  (thinking clearly—at all)

Instead, feeling increasingly hollow, increasingly stretched thin, Tom-Cat turned away from the bed and went to take a quick bath in the connected bathroom.  His skin was layered with sweat, dragon’s blood (and dragon eyeball), and he didn’t want to crawl into bed next to Miiya like that.

It was a bad idea.

Because as Tom-Cat sat in the hot water with only stillness and silence to keep him company, everything that's happened within the last 24–48 hours suddenly came crashing down around him.  All at once it was all too much.  It was too massive, too overwhelming—everything felt too keen to keep contained within him.

He suddenly felt so jookan broken.

He suddenly felt so alone.

He suddenly felt so uncared for…so unworthy of being cared for.  He must be, because not one person had asked him how he was holding up or how he was doing.

Scum.  Worthless.  Why would—why should—anyone care about a stupid little whore like him?

Tom-Cat felt it all come bubbling up and he hunched over, buried his face in his hands, and felt a shudder wrack him as a sob leaked out into the air.  

He couldn’t stop it.  Too much had happened that felt too intense, too massive for him to shoulder the burden all by himself.  It felt like he didn’t have anyone there to share the burden with.  It felt like there was no one who even noticed that he was faltering under the weight of it—of everything that had happened.

The damaged bond was hurting him more than he could admit.  He was too scared to examine it, because he didn’t want to know if his one, heartstopping, and terrible, thought was actually true: it felt like the bond was dying.  

Tom-Cat was terrified.  He didn’t want to know if it was true or not, because in the short time they’d been bonded, his connection with Miiya had become as precious and as necessary to him as air.  The hole he felt in his chest was a constant ache that used to be filled with the brightness of their connection.  He wanted to feel her again.  He missed being able to feel that unique pattern that he can only describe as wholly Miiya, thrumming beneath the beat of his own heart—a soothing, constant presence that told him that his bondmate was there with him, even when they were apart.

He could sort of feel it if he concentrated, but it’s nothing like it had been.

And that hurt,  

More than he could articulate.  More than he wanted to acknowledge.

It wasn’t just the diminished bond—it was the fact that their connection had been something good, something completely his, and something that only the luckiest of Shifters ever found.  And now it felt like he was losing it.

Why should you be surprised?  The voice inside of his head was as insidious as always.  Why did you expect anything else?  A worthless little whore like you doesn’t deserve something so special.

True.  He should have expected that something so wonderful was too good to be true.  Good things did not happen to people like him.  He was just stupid little Tom-Cat, after all.  

But he wanted it, had secretly wished for it more than anything he’d ever wished for.  He could admit that now.  Sitting there emotionally spent and overwhelmed and unable to keep the tears at bay, he could admit it: he had always wanted that special connection with someone.  Even knowing that he was undeserving of one, even knowing how worthless he truly was, deep down he’d always wanted it anyway.

And as he sat there in the hot bathwater pressing the heels of his hands against his face as he tried to get ahold of himself, Tom-Cat did something stupid and childish and ultimately hopeless—he wished and he prayed.  He didn’t pray to any specific deity but he did make his wish with every single part of his soul as he asked, as he begged, that the bond wouldn’t die; as he wished with almost heartwrenching desperation to, "Please…don’t let it die.  Don’t let the bond dieplease, I’m sorrrrry."

Gripped as he was within a black hole of exhausted negativity, Tom-Cat was one hundred percent, immutably certain that Miiya wouldn’t care about him, wouldn’t love him, if it wasn’t for the bond.  He easily made himself believe that if the bond had died that Miiya would have barely noticed, let alone actually cared, about his death.  He wasn’t even sure that it would have affected her all that deeply if he’d stayed missing—if he hadn’t gone after her in the UnderNeath.

Even though he’d been right there with her, even after she’d drunk the restorative drought and sobered up, she had still treated him like he’d been less than.  Not all there.  A ghost.  Did she even feel him? Did she even feel his hurt? Could she even sense that gaping hollowness within him where a piece of himself had been taken away? 

Did she even care?

Maybe she’d just needed someone to take care of her and she wouldn’t notice if he now just…faded away.  

Maybe he should.

When Tom-Cat finally got out of the bath, he sat for a while at the edge of the tub and towel dried his hair.  He felt empty and angry, but most of all he felt sad and completely alone.   He wrapped a dry towel around his waist and entered the bedroom when he abrutply stopped short.  For a long while, he stood there staring at the alcove where Miiya lay asleep on the bed.

The threads of the bond desperately sought to pull him to it, urging him to curl up with his bondmate because the bond needed to heal.   He would feel better in the morning.  The bond would be stronger when he woke up.

Tom-Cat ignored the pull. 

He didn’t have anything left to give her; he was utterly drained.  Completely exhausted—emotionally, physically, and mentally.  He was suddenly gripped by a bleary-eyed, irrational, fatigued sort of anger.  It was directionless but poignant, and it carried him over to the oversized lounging pillows that were piled on the ground.  He made a little nest of colorful cushions away from the bed and lay down with his back to Miiya.

Ignoring the pulsing ache in his chest that wanted to be near her—touching her—-Tom-Cat lay on his side, curled into a fetal position, his tail wrapped around his leg and his arms crossed tightly over his torso in a self-soothing embrace. It took some time, but eventually the catling fell into a restless sleep that was plagued with nightmares of blood red scales, the sharp points of gigantic claws tearing through his chest, and the sound of his screams rising through his anguish.  

Tom-Cat shuddered, his face contorting with fear, pain, and anger in his sleep.  His brow furrowed and he bared his teeth in a helpless snarl as he growled, panted, and whimpered as his mind repeatedly lived through the shock and trauma of his death, over and over.  The catling huddled in on himself, his muscles tight as he also re-lived driving his claws into the dragon’s eye.  He dug furrows into his skin, his claws instinctively finding and digging into the old, gill-like scars under his ribs; the ones that he’d made when he was little and alone in the company of monsters, where the only comfort he’d had was his own embrace.

Blood trickled over his skin as he flinched in his sleep, automatically digging the points of his claws deeper into his flesh.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Miiya

The Aeros was locked in the embrace of an exhaustion so deep that even her fretful subconscious was quieted, for a while. It was only after many long restorative hours of slumber that the nightmares waded through the shallowing waters of her exhaustion to torment her once more. Yet it was not the sky of swords or monstrous flora that awakened her, but a barely-heard whimper from beyond the curtained end of the bed. 

Though she was still bone-weary and thick-tongued with too-little sleep, Miiya rolled off her tingling wing--she had slept atop Song--and crawled to the oh-so-distant end of the largest bed she had ever seen. Her sleep-dimmed vision could scarce take in the enormity of the room--was this a festing hall? Miiya had lodged in hostels before, on rare occasions when she and her brother had coin to spare, but never in a place as opulent as this one. Yet it was not the breadth and depth, nor the richness of the accoutrements of the room that caught her exhaustion-dulled attention. 

It was Tom; mewling, snarling, bleeding Tom. In the dimness of the nighttime room, he looked every bit the tormented beast she had once known him to be. His bare back knotted with tension, his claws raking his sides as fangs glinted in his slumbering grimace. This was surely how monsters slept--hungry to consume the unwary, the foolish, the weak. Ghouls tortured by their past murders even while thirsting for more blood until they drew it from their own skin in their madness.

Miiya did not care. The part of her that listened, that repeated Sen’s endless mantras of warnings, that always held her back--that girl was just as exhausted as she. Do as yew will. She mumbled and rolled over, leaving Miiya free to roll off the bed. 

The Aeros girl hit the floor with a cushion-muffled thud and crawled to the beast sharing her room, but keeping his claws and fangs from her. “I miss yew, Tom.” She whispered as she reached him, as she folded a lap into which to lay his head. This was okay. He could claw her, he could bite her. Carry her ragdoll self dripping blood across the sand. That was her penance for letting him die alone.

But the claws stayed lodged in his own sides, fangs stayed gritted tightly. It was only his blood that deepened the ochre of the satin cushions and Miiya--bleary and fading--saw all those scars for what they were; defensive wounds. That girl, the one who listened, cried, squeezed, mumbled something about how she needed to remember this. Wake up. He is hurt. Hurting. Afraid.

Wake up.

But Miiya was just so tired. And the sharps of nightmare residue had turned to cushioning regret, to blanketing sorrow, and--yes--to pillowing comfort and familiarity. “Oh Tom…” She had meant to tell him she was sorry as she stroked his hair, as she enfolded them within a cone of her feathers. 

Can’t get us in here, world. 

“I’m…” Asleep. This was how Aeros slept, wings tented about them, leaning forward, fingers still entangled in Tom-Cat’s hair, but now stilled. The contact, the comfort, and some few embers of their bond beginning to warm a little again.

Even if the pair of them were still mostly ashes.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“He didn’t pick her; you don’t choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.” 

– C.J. Carlyon

 

His mind was trapped, caged by bars of visceral memory that shrouded him within an isolating cocoon of soul-shredding trauma.  Tom-Cat was caught within a mobius strip of nightmarish phantasmata, snatches of memory flickering through the mind in a deluge of images and senses.   It always ended with a snapshot of Miiya’s face, her chestnut brown eyes wide and shocked as he was yanked over the ledge and disappeared from view; a  bright bolt of pain torn through his chest; and the feel of falling endlessly through impenetrable darkness…

In his nightmare, he reached for her.  In the self-imposed isolation of his slumber, Tom-Cat dug his claws further into his sides, an aborted cry pressing between tightly gritted teeth as a shuddering gasp.  He could never reach her, touch her, always ripped away just as the tips of his fingers nearly grazed the sweep of her cheek. 

Except, at some point something changed.   

During one of the unending loops of falling and dying, and just as he was hopelessly reaching for Miiya as he did every time, she reached out for him, too.  

Everything went still and silent as in his dream, Miiya grasped his outstretched hand and pulled him back from the edge of the void.  She stepped forward and embraced him, fitting so perfectly within the contour of his body that the thrum of her heart felt like his own. Tom-Cat heaved an exhausted sigh and collapsed against her, allowing her to fold them within the circle of her wings as she stroked her fingers through his dark hair.

Oh Tom… 

In his sleep, Tom-Cat’s ear twitched, his brow creasing even further, his grimace deepening as his body jerked, instinctively trying to move away. His breath came in rapid, panicked gasps; he gouged his claws deep into his flesh.  A whimper shivered up his throat and scraped over the points of his fangs.

But then something happened.  At the same time the Miiya in his dream reached out and embraced him, deep in his subconscious there was a sudden spark and flare of heat and warmth, like the dying fires of blacksmith's forge that had been stoked by a great press of the bellows.  A burn began to circulate through him, warming the cold, blackened nodes along the pathway that connected him to…

her.  

The bond glowed, then burned, with increasing steadiness.  It wasn’t the inferno that it had been, nor was it the guttering, wan, matchstick flicker, either.  

And as Miiya settled his head into her lap and pushed her fingers through his hair, his subconscious was able to glean her unspoken intent.

…I’m sorry.

Tom-Cat’s expression eased.  His brow smoothed out and the tension slowly drained away from him, loosening his jaw as his breathing evened out.  His knotted muscles gradually uncoiled, and his claws eventually resheathed themselves as his arms dropped and relaxed.  A moment later, his entire body went limp as he settled into a restful, nightmare-free slumber that was infused with a type of safety and comfort that he can only remember feeling with her.  

His bondmate.

He turned over onto his back and drifted down into a deep, dreamless sleep with his head pillowed securely in Miiya’s lap, and a sense of peace winding through him as the warm glow of the bond slowly began to knit its frayed edges back together.

 

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He awoke briefly after some long hours of restorative sleep had passed.  The blackout curtains made it impossible to tell what time of day or night it was, and honestly Tom-Cat didn’t care much.  His body felt leaden with fatigue and his mind wasn’t much better; his thoughts felt sluggish and still heavy under a blanket of torpor.  

The catling blinked up at Miiya’s face, confused.  He only had vague, bleared memories of the night before and had absolutely no clear recollection of taking a bath or of the anger and emptiness he’d felt, except for a faint, faded trace of everything he’d felt diluted in his veins.  

Why was he—were they—on the floor? 

Ultimately, he decided it didn’t matter, because right there on the floor of this opulently decorated hotel room, Tom-Cat felt closer to Miiya than he has since he’d been pulled into the abyss.   For the first time since that event, the catling wanted to scent-mark her, wanted to…he just wanted.

Although his  arms felt like they were lashed with lead weights, Tom-Cat pushed himself up and turned to the Aeros, a small, fuzzy smile turning his lips when she stirred and cracked open her eyes to peer at him blearily.

...Tom?” she breathed, smiling tiredly.  His chest tightened and he felt a low current of affection move through his hollow spaces, warming them.  

Miiya was unresisting as Tom-Cat gently tugged her down onto the cushions with him, refolding her wings automatically and molding to him as he wrapped himself around her like he had in the Ice Caves under Duskhill.  She tucked her head against his chest and sighed contentedly, almost instantly falling back asleep.  

Tom-Cat unthinkingly pulled his towel up over them like a blanket, and went boneless as he sleepily scent-marked her; he murmured, barely grazing his cheek against her forehead before he too slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

Mm...sweet...drrreamsTeles…ke..la…

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Miiya

For all the sleeplessness, stress, injury, and intoxication of the previous days, Miiya awoke feeling more restored and rejuvenated than any Aeros had a right to. Of course, she sort of remembered eating a LOT of amazing food and drinking fancy sparkling water and stuff… uh, yesterday? Being a storm dancer and getting top-tier nourishment seemed to have colluded to work wonders on her constitution. 

And there’s a towel-free catboy wrapped around me. Who apparently took my clothes off. She noted. Some of my clothes, at least. Let's see if I can get him to--

Miiya liked waking up nose-to-nose with Tom-Cat. She really liked being the first one awake. It let her do things. 

Mischievous things.

Because this was great. There was nobody in this giant room but her and Tom. She was pretty sure the door locked. There were baths and an enormous bed but no Cahron or Sen or companions or wide-open caverns winding off into the darkness. It was private.

The only question, that needed settling, was just how daring was Miiya. 

Not very, she decided. I mean, enough to look… 

Despite having been very intoxicated when it happened, she still felt the echos of Tom-Cat's death. There was something--not off, but--different about them, now. Miiya did not understand what or why, but she felt like Tom was, like they were, more fragile now. That idea bothered the Aeros girl. She did not want fragile. She did not know how to deal with fragile. 

Miiya wanted to glue Tom to her, especially now--for she could still see the dried blood on his sides, evidence of some unshared distress from which she hoped she had rescued him--but she did not know how. Sen had certainly never told her anything about relationships other than to avoid them, she suspected that her lotharic and itinerant brother was not the best role-model, and all the girls in the Redoubt had perfect unshakable liasons with likewise-amazing Aeros partners, that had just happened with natural serendipity, or so they said.

Well, maybe this will get his attention. Miiya hoped. She hadn't flown in several weeks. Weeks that she'd spent stuffing her face with everything edible at Duskhill. Aviating burned even more calories than storm dancing (on the ground, at least) and without that burn, Miiya thought she had filled out a bit. So Tom-Cat would awake to a feathered partner who was taking advantage of the privacy of their suite to put on a little show and tell for him.

Distant and rattled, or present and hale, Tom-Cat would be hard-pressed not to respond to Miiya's attentions. The way in which he responded delighted Miiya, but still left her wondering.

I mean, this is fun and all, but why doesn't he…? Should she say something? Gosh no! 

Do something…?

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A Felonious Feline 

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“You’re like a madness inside me, a fever I can’t cure.”

 – Sara Craven

 

If there were any threads of his disconsolate frame of mind lingering from the night before, they were obliterated by the firestorm raging under his skin as Tom-Cat awoke to a very flirty  mischievous concupiscent Aeros, who was shamelessly tempting him.  He came awake with a gasped out hiss, followed immediately by a low, guttural noise that vibrated in his chest when he actually saw Miiya and the bit of ‘tease’ she was putting on for him.  Instantly heat, eros, and want surged through him as something purely animalistic pounded in his blood and filled him with the need to touch, mark, and claim.

At that point, all higher brain function kinda, sorta…went away for a bit, as his hindbrain took full control.  

Tom-Cat pounced and pinned Miiya beneath him, showing no trace of his previous mental depletion and physical exhaustion. Something wild and feral flashed through the catling's kohl-rimmed gaze as he looked down at her, offset by need so intense that his yellow-gold eyes blazed. The intensity of his all-consuming want rushed through the yellow-orange glow of their still-healing bond, making the newly stitched threads burn red-hot.  As he slid a palm down her side and caressed the fingers of his other hand over Dance's feathers, the felinoid scent-marked her throat, shoulder, and chest.

When Miiya kissed him and drew him down to her, the bond pulsed, its fire stoked and fed. Every thought in Tom-Cat's brain ground to a halt when he discovered there were no barriers between them; he didn't need the bond to understand Miiya's intentions or what she wanted, and any motivation he had to wait disintegrated into oblivion.

He lost himself for a while as they were urged on by, well, urges, but after some time Tom-Cat managed to dredge enough blood back to his brain to slow the initial, mindless frenzy that was driving them towards a single, blissful goal that they both wanted.  Like really wanted.  Like really, really, really wanted.   All the same, Tom-Cat didn’t want to hurt her, and even though every single molecule in his body was screaming at him to say, “screw it” and take her right jookan now, he forced himself to take things slow.  

Well, slower.

Because the memory of his  first time was anything but pleasant.  There hadn’t been any concern for his well-being, and there’d been absolutely no thought given to making the experience pleasurable for him, in any way.  Forget the fact that he’d been criminally young.  Forget the fact that he hadn’t consented, and had been too young to even give consent, in the first place.  Tom-Cat’s first time was steeped in blood and pain.  Kwesh, it couldn’t—it shouldn’t—even be called or considered, sex—it was a violation.  His rapist abuser hadn’t bothered to make sure he’d been prepared, either mentally or physically.  They had made no attempt to ensure that he—his body—was physically prepared, in order to limit any pain or damage. And there was—pain and damage.

More than he cared to remember.

For a long time, Tom-Cat thought that’s all sex was: hurtfulSoul-shredding.  It was only later he discovered that pleasure could and should be associated with it.   Even then, he was taught to place his partner’s pleasure, desire, wants, and needs above his own; he was taught that his pleasure should be and was secondary, and that his desire, wants, and needs didn’t matter.  It had taken a special friend, someone who held—who holds—an important place in Tom-Cat’s heart, to show him that his desire, his pleasure, his wants, his needs, and his comfort  did  do matter; that discomfort and (unwanted) pain, shouldn’t be part of the equation. 

Tom-Cat didn't want to, and wouldn't allow himself to, hurt Miiya or cause her any discomfort—and that wasn't a boast.  Well, not truly.  He'd never forgive himself if he hurt her because of his own impatience; he didn't want the memory of their, of her, first time to be bad.  Not like his.  And as Miiya shuddered under him, going a little boneless and sending want rushing up his spine, Tom-Cat was struck by a sudden realization: she was giving sharing this experience with him—no one else would have this moment.

Teleskela,” he muttered roughly between kisses.  “Tell me,” he panted, and with some effort, managed to pull back from her just enough to meet her gaze.  “You need to tell me that you want this,” he said as evenly as he could.  Because nothing would happen without her consent.  He closed the distance and kissed her again.  “Please,” he said, not pleadingly (okay, maybe a tiny bit), but ardently.  “I need to hearrr you say it.”  Tom-Cat paused, skimming his hand over her knee and grazing the tips of his fingers up her midline, before dancing them over her clavicle.  He cupped her jaw and leaned in, affectionately rubbing a furry ear against her face and scent-marking her.  “It’s imporrrtant.”  He stifled a groan when she shifted against him.  “I want you, Teleskela,” he affirmed.  Kwesh!  He felt like he was burning up.  “Tell me,” he intoned again.

Then there was a loud, unexpected, and, more importantly, unwelcome banging the door, followed by even less welcome, Dwarven shouting.

Tom-Cat grit his teeth and released an annoyed growl; they were barely merged, so goddamn close, and he did not appreciate the interruption.  “Jookan  GO AWAY!” he snarled, his voice scratchy and rough with desire and exasperation.  “Not now—come back laterrr!”  

Except the ZyrrKrr were persistent and apparently not going anywhere.  And even though he could barely think, after a moment their words actually registered.  ‘Jookan hell,  he thought, managing—somehow—to pull back from her.  

The catling groaned in frustration and scrubbed his hands over his face. Kwesh! His skin felt so goddamn tight, like it’d been shrunk ten sizes too small.  Tom-Cat waved an arm vaguely in the direction of the door.  “Go ahead—I’ll be down shorrrtly,” he muttered. 

Rrright afterrr I drrrown myself in the coldest bath,  everrr.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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An excited contingent of not-very-sober dwarves was gathered in the corridor outside the Halari Suite, shouting various bits of news regarding their expedition to the Winklestith Polytechnic Institute and some Mead-driven decision-making hence.  

“Yer both ta be ‘onored!” 

“Aye, names ta be given, honoraries and drinks!” 

“Boy! Bring yer girl down--th’ Lieutenant Commander wants ta make a speech!”

“Speech! Speech!” 

The moment the door was opened to them, the dwarves would come pouring into the suite and sweep Aeros and Catling back out again, like a waist-high bearded tide. 

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Say it? Why did she have to spell it out? Miiya thought she had made her wants pretty fretting clear. Maybe some of Tom-Cat’s tortured past was leaking through the bond, but Miiya was still in a place where she often forgot other people had histories beyond when she knew them--sometimes even with Tom. And right now, honestly, it was hard to remember much of anything. What am I supposed to say? “Yes?”

Why? Am I doing something wrong? Is there something wrong with me, besides the wing, I mean?

 

Vreet, like I care!! If she had to beg for it, she would. Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!! She was looking for breath enough in breathlessness to speak when there was a door-rattling pounding upon the entrance to their suite. 

Oh what the frett is this yfretting shu!? Miiya’s hands taloned a second too late to keep Tom-Cat from twisting away to yowl at the door. Yes, go away! She thought in agreement.

But the bearded little arflines didn’t go away, and--in fact--seemed about to break down the door by the time she and Tom-Cat scrambled into decency enough to let them in. “What is so yfretting urgent!?” Miiya grumbled to herself as sleepy, blinky, sneezy, dopey, doc, and the other seventeen of ‘em poured into the room like an unwelcome flood. From the look and smell of the dwarves, they seemed to have enough drink in them to not think twice--or even notice now that they were here--what youthful birdgirls and catboys might get up to if given a private luxury suite and plenty of not enough time alone.

Awesome…” Miiya hauled her lips and teeth into the same winning smile she put on when it was the last day of working this market full of skinflints and can we just get on the road to the next town already because apparently nobody appreciates how much it takes out of yew to do this routine, but here we go, anyway. She pointed the smile at Tom and hoped he would understand the slight roll of her eyes as she shared what she was--pretty sure--nearly the same thought that was on his mind.

It was fine. The Halari Suite would be waiting for them. There would probably be food. Dwarves usually had good swag; maybe they’d give them some along with the honorifics and whatever other shu the little arflets were bellowing about. 

Sigh. 

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A Felonious Feline 

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“He didn’t pick her; you don’t choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.” 

– C.J. Carlyon

 

Gods, the bearded tetzozos were really trying his patience, and not just because Tom-Cat thought he could punch holes through brick with his…well, let’s just say he was frustrated.  At least they seemed intent on having the both of them to wear the nicer clothing that they’d brought up for them, which allowed the catling to crowd the Aeros into the bathroom with him, and, more importantly, lock the little drunkards out.

Give us ten minutes!” he snarled through the closed door when the Dwarves started pounding on that one too.  “We need to make adjustments to the clothing you gave us. Budalls.  After that, the enthusiastic drunks backed off just the tiniest bit, for which Tom-Cat was thankful.  Once he made sure the door was locked, the catling threw down the bundle of clothing they’d been handed and approached Miiya with a focused, predatory look in his kohl-rimmed eyes.

He wrapped her in a tight embrace and kissed her, pouring all of his frustration and want into the action as he walked them back towards the raised ledge that surrounded the twin bathtubs.  Tom-Cat’s smile was absolutely shameless as he sat Miiya down and sunk down in front of her.  “Have I ever shown you this meditation technique, Teleskela?he asked, leaning forward and innocently scent-marking her stomach.  “It rrreally helps with frrrustrrration…”  The catling bit her hip, giving her a quick “love bite” before casually hooking one of her knees over his shoulder.   It’s a rrreally simple technique,” he advised.  “All you need to do is rrrecite the alphabet…

So saying, he demonstrated.  

It was a good thing the drunk little tetzozos outside the door were incredibly loud. 

Either way, the catling and Aeros reappeared a little over ten minutes later, dressed in the clothing that they had been provided.  It was difficult to tell if they looked more relaxed or even more frustrated than when they were initially interrupted.  At the very least they each appeared more put together than they had the prior night.  

Tom-Cat slipped into his weapon harness as they exited the bathroom, sliding the leather straps over the crisp white dress shirt he was provided and leaving it unbuckled for a moment as he tucked the shirt into the dark brown breeches he’d also been given.  The pants were nice and all, except, as ever, they were about a size to a size and a half too small.  He sighed, leaving the top button undone, his shirt half-tucked, and his belt loosely buckled, before quickly fastening the straps of the harness—which now held the matching set of karambit knives that the assassin found hidden amongst Myrae’s gear.  

And of course, the harness also held Miiya’s tipsu, secured in a slip pocket on the underside of the left strap, closest to his heart.  

I think you should keep the skirrrt, Teleskela,” he murmured, leaning down to speak near Miiya’s ear as they were boisterously ushered down the stairs to the main floor.  Tom-Cat slipped an arm around her waist, grazing his fingers against the soft wool sweater.  He casually brushed the tip of his grey-furred tail against the back of her knee, before twitching it up under the hem of the plaid skirt.  “I think I’m a fan of the schoolgirrrl look…” he paused, dropping his hand and giving her a quick pinch, grinning.  “At least on you.” 

 

[OOC: to the Hotel de Glace – MAIN FLOOR]

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Miiya was no debutante. She had realized this while sitting in the dead center of the enormous suite that was--yes--still reserved for her and Tom-Cat at the Du Glace. The carpets upon which she sat were softer than any bed she had ever known; to say nothing of the lounges, chaises, and massive feather bed. Now that Miiya had some time alone,

Not pressed into surgery

Not pressed into celebration

Not pressed against the

Just by herself, taking stock of the insane whirlwind of the last month, she felt small. The room was big. The bed was big. The bath was like a pool, not a leaky and kind of scummy--despite Ma’s incessant scrubbing--bucket into which she had to very strategically fold her limbs if she wanted a soak.

And the money in Tom-Cat’s her satchel was big. There was more coin in there than she had ever--maybe not imagined--but for sure ever seen in her life. Miiya was her mother’s daughter who negotiated for a steel knife. Like went to five different blacksmiths and thought about it for a few days, then checked a bunch of pawn shops, then--maybe after a year of making do with a sharp stick--went back and tried the shop that was going out of business. Because she maybe didn’t eat for a day here and there for that year to save up the coppers. 

Upon rifling Tom-Cat’s her satchel, Miiya had the sudden urge to take it and make a beeline straight back to Greater Daelows. Like, forget the whole quest. Maybe she didn’t even need to fly. She could go home, buy an actual door with a sturdy lock for their miserable little tenement. Get a bath bucket into which she could fit. Have food every day and meat every week.  

Whoo. That was life-changing money for somebody like Miiya. 

But it couldn’t buy Cahron well again. I mean, probably not. How much do necromancers charge per hour?

It couldn’t buy flight in the Mountains Ethereal.

It couldn’t buy Tom-Cat back

Vrett yfretting kveck it, NO! STOP!!

I’m not a thief. I mean, I’m not a big thief. Even if the arfline yfretting deserves it. He’ll just have to come back and kveking face me if he wants his shu back. 

Meanwhile… the Baron. Maybe she should use the coin to pay for her wing tuning?

No! Frett that! I’m not paying him a kveking copper! Miiya focused on her anger over the lecherous little kalmason to avoid thinking on the fact that the Head of the Winklestith Technical Institute probably didn’t care about the money. His was some sort of psychological power play, and there was little chance that Miiya could find a way not to play his game. She needed to fly. She would have to go back to the institute.

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to win.I’ll--I’ll figure something out.” She said to herself. 

But first food! And a bath in this awesome room!

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There were still a few dwarves about, but it seemed the celebration of their victory over the dragon was in its final stages. Though she had eaten a significant percentage of the bagels in Sharnn that morning, Miiya followed them up with a late lunch that stretched into supper.

She definitely wasn’t angry eating. 

It was certainly not because she was preoccupied with some faithless stupid catboy. 

And she for sure wasn’t hanging around the Du Glace because it was the least gnomey place where he was likely to come looking for her his stuff come slinking around like the fretting arfline he was.

Miiya was not really one to hold a grudge. With all the good stuff; food, money, a safe place to stay, and the occasional bearded well-wisher, she probably would have come around from being SO CERTAIN that Tom that guy was out fooling around a lot sooner. Or at least considered the possibility that T… he… might not be gone of his own will. 

However, Miiya was preoccupied with one really bad thing. It was soldered to her bones and woven into her flesh. It was beautiful, a triumph of science, engineering, and magick, and it marked her forevermore as--not just trash--but that little kalmason’s trash. Because it didn’t yfretting work. Every time Miiya looked at it, she contemplated amputating another foot of wing just to be rid of the prosthesis. 

So she didn’t look at it. Didn’t think about it.

Except that dopey and sneezy and all their little drunken buddies kept remarking on it.

So Miiya spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in their her room. She practiced some Q’oo Tal. She threw away her skirt because he had said

Haha no: One - I don’t care. Two - I’d never throw away clothing. And Three - I don’t care. 

Also Four - I don’t care.

Miiya had a good rest post-surgery. That didn’t mean she couldn’t have a good-er rest tonight. Apparently the door wasn’t going to open and sitting behind his her bag like an irate vulture was going to turn out to be a massive waste of time, so she might as well do something that wasn’t.

Tonight’s rest was not good. It was fitful to begin with, as the keyed-up girl tossed and turned in the enormous bed. When she did eventually fall into a deeper slumber it was still the earlier hours of the night; the hours when the arenas of Sharnn Nalos come alive. Miiya whimpered in her sleep as ghostly sensations of pain and stress flitted across her subconscious.

When she awoke in the morning, Miiya found her face pressed into To--her satchel still in the middle of the massive carpet on the floor of the room. Behind her was a trail of twisted and tangled bedclothes. 

The Aeros Girl’s anger had mostly burned itself out, and she found she could not rekindle its cold embers in the wan light of early morning. Rather than recoil from his her bag and give it a good kick, she allowed herself to give Tom’s bag a sad little hug before she sat up, blinking groggily at the twilit deep purple mass of Snowdrop Peak. 

Unless she really was going to chop off the prosthesis, she needed to return to The Institute today. She had not found an answer to her dilemma with The Baron at the bottom of any of her chowder, soup, or stew bowls--even though she’d emptied a great number of them. 

Miiya didn’t know what she was going to do, but she fretting well knew what she wasn’t going to do. That scummy little troll had better keep his kvecking hands to himself today if he didn’t want to lose a finger because Miiya sure as kveck wasn’t wearing a muzzle.   

Huh… where’d that come from?

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Miiya returned to her their room at the Du Glace again to find no Tom, yes bag. He hasn’t been here. Something is wrong. The aeros girl was slowly sliding into crisis. She could feel it, but she had no idea what to do about it.

For the past days The Baron had “worked” on her. Not her wing, but her. Each time he had teased a little more performance out of the prosthesis before his ministrations had turned ugly. The gnomish nobleman was enjoying puzzling out just how Miiya worked as he groomed her to do his bidding. The Aeros suspected that the Baron wasn’t even attracted to her, he simply wanted to exercise power over her--maybe due to the affront of Tom-Cat’s easy relationship with the madam who spurned him, maybe for another reason entirely. In any case, Winklestith had known he had Miiya trapped in his web when she returned after the first day. 

Because she couldn’t not fly. 

Miiya had tried to get the Baron’s assistant, Plumbert, to adjust her wing. To his credit, he had risked the ire of Winklestith in giving it a shot, but he found the prosthesis was locked into inoperability with very specific tools that only the Baron possessed. 

Besides the Baron and his assistant, Miiya had talked to no one else. For better or worse, her hotel was near The Institute. She could travel between the two quickly and with little interaction on the streets. Miiya might be outgoing and gregarious under the right condition, but being a pinioned and flightless freak was not that condition. Since being maimed, she had only interacted with people she knew, or with newcomers and strangers in the company of Tom-Cat. She had not realized just how deeply co-dependent she had become. Without flight--and the innate ability to flee that it granted--and without Tom-Cat as a crutch, she could not find it in herself to ask anyone else for advice or help.

So she ate a LOT of room service, reluctantly bypassed several bustling city squares, and shrank her life down to the insidious external torment of Winklestith at The Institute and her own internal malaise and increasingly frantic worry over Tom-Cat while alone in her hotel room.  

Something had to give, and Miiya was afraid it would be her. Sitting alone on the edge of one of the massive baths with her feet dangling in the tepid water, she repeated the same arguments with herself, on this, the fourth night. She could hunt for Tom if she could fly (why not while flightless? Ma lived without her wings), she could explore the whole city (grounders managed it just fine), she could finally be quit of Winklestith (who says he would actually do as he promised?) 

Anger had been replaced by worry since yesterday. No way would Tom-Cat leave his stuff behind like this. Miiya had gone looking for bagel shop girl today--no matter how humiliating it felt--to see what she knew, but the shop was closed by the time she arrived in the late afternoon. She had given up any pretense and now slept clutching Tom-Cat’s satchel, hoping it would help her at least dream about not being all alone. 

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Miiya

From: The Winklestith Institute

Of course the bagel shop girl’s day off was THE DAY she finally got up the courage to go there. Stupid skwitch. Then everything else happened today and Miiya almost didn’t have an appetite.

Almost, because, I mean, let’s be reasonable.

These days were so shu. Because the Baron was such a high-and-mighty kveckhead--or maybe just because he liked every aspect of the mind games he was playing--Miiya had to wait around The Institute all day, every day, for when the Baron could “squeeze in” an hour or two for her. Usually at the bitter end of the day. The whole time she waited she stewed over being made to wait for the shu he pulled. It was infuriating, disempowering, and humiliating. A lot of Q’oo Tal practice made it slightly better, but while she shadowboxed or went over her forms, Miiya’s frustration often got the better of her. She wasn’t sure if she was improving. She didn’t have anyone with whom to practice or critique her techniques. Well, at least she was getting stronger. 

She also did a kveckload of off-kilter flapping. If that kalmason ever did let her fly, she wasn’t going to spend a split second longer on the ground of the Institute than she had to. 

Today, she had her first practice with Dirge after a--bad surprise--morning session with Winklestith. It had not gone well. She had really kicked the kveck out of herself after leaving Plumbert’s workroom. Good thing the blade could be folded. Still, by the end of the day she had sorta remembered how to handle chain weapons, and got something of a feel for how to launch, aim, track, and catch Dirge.

It is going to be about a zillion times harder to do while flying, she thought, flopping on the bed and hoping none of her cuts were still bleeding. 

And I AM going to fly tomorrow. One way or another. She insisted to herself as she crawled over to Tom-Cat’s satchel. Miiya couldn’t take any more of this kvek. Tomorrow was the day, just as she’d promised Winklestith. Just as she’d promised herself. It was scary, it was difficult, but she was going to do it.

With fearful resolution in her heart, Miiya closed her eyes, clutching the one thing Tom had left behind. 

...

She did dream about Tom-Cat that night, but the dream was not a pleasant one. There was a caged beast, muzzled and chained in a swirl of indistinct but disturbing imagery. Miiya knew the monster was familiar, but it was still a monster. Unable to stop herself, she approached it. The beast’s fur was wet with blood in places, then that fur turned to flayed and bruised skin. The beast was Cat-Tom or Tom-Cat, Miiya could not tell which, but she could tell that it was angry, tense, trapped and ready to explode like an overwound spring. Miiya laid her head upon his back all the same, trying to say soothing words to him but unable to speak, for she was mute in the dream/nightmare.

She fumbled at the straps and buckles of Cat-Tom-Cat’s muzzle, still unable to talk, but knowing that she had to remove the monstrous implement regardless of the bared fangs beneath. Slowly, gently she eased it off the felinoid head. With equal slowness Cat-Tom-Cat nudged forward, brushing her cheek with his, brushing her face with his fur, before opening his jaws and gently sinking teeth and fang deep into her neck. Dream Miiya was powerless to stop him. It did not hurt, but the lack of pain made it no less horrific as she hung from his jaws, the warm wetness of her welling blood bathing her face and shoulder.

...

Miiya awoke to find she had been crying. Relief that she was not being killed viied with disappointment that Tom was not really there and Miiya rolled away from the tear-dampened sheets and satchel she had been clutching. 

As she turned she had to be careful not to roll over the prosthesis, for it would hurt her just as readily as anyone else who touched it.

Perhaps even more.

To: The Winklestith Institute in a pretty bad headspace, eventually.   

 


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