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TDM 002

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( 1 ) Around mid-morning, a message from the Augur appears on bracelets all across the city. "New organisms discovered. Domestication in progress."

The wark of a chocobo rises up from the outskirts of the city. Several more join in, forming a charming chorus. And, strangely, this is when new arrivals begin to show up.

Beamed in one at a time, scanned en masse, they are processed just as the first wave was. There's one major difference: whereas the old guard was given their bracelets and ushered into the City, the new folks are also given... collars.

Buckled, snapped, or otherwise fastened around their necks, a variety of colorful collars with some rather unusual novelty pet tags. (These are just a few suggestions. The typical “If found, please return to ____” is also very much acceptable.)

"You are new organisms. Domestication in progress. Compatible Eros energy will complete domestication."

No matter how hard they try, characters cannot take the collars off by themselves. They need a partner's help - but not just anyone will do. It very well might be the first person they find, or it might take several tries.

The robots grow bolder as the day grows on, targeting characters who aren't new, as well.

"Y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̷r̸e̷ ̵o̵r̵g̶a̴n̷i̷s̶m̸s̶.̶ ̶D̷o̶m̴e̴s̶t̶i̶c̵a̸t̶i̸o̴n̸ ̷i̵n̸ ̴p̸r̶o̵g̷r̵e̷s̵s̷."

Their antics die down by nightfall, but for the next day or two, the occasional malfunctioning 'bot may accost someone in the street, so stay on your toes!

( 2 ) An abandoned racetrack lights up the night. That's right: place your bets, folks, because these birds are about to run around a track while robots sell synthetic, overpriced aphro-popcorn.

...Did you say priced?

That’s right! If you participated in the orgy earlier this month, you'll find you have a stash of credits accessible in your app.

You've fucked money back into the world, so why not waste it?

(Opportunities to earn credits will come up periodically and won't always be sexual in nature, so don't worry if your character wouldn't have any yet.)

And if you don't have credits to bet with, why not get creative?

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Funny, the one time she doesn't call herself a medic, it would have been the easier-recognized word— but yes, she is a medic. Were she being more precise she'd have said a trauma surgeon, but it would only really matter if there were other doctors about, eventually. Specifying specialties would be more important at that point, but if she's the only one? It doesn't much matter what her fields were. She's all they've got. The animals too, for that matter.

"Eskel, then. It's a pleasure to meet you. And I'm sure this little one thinks the same, now that you've saved her."

The spray is fairly astringent, but those bright eyes remain rapt on her work and she spares the occasional glance up to offer him a little smile as she goes, finding his attention still firmly locked on her. It must not be as familiar to him— gauging by the difference in their clothing especially. Beneath that spray he may smell he own perfume, soft and earthy with a pinch of clove layered over the vanilla, or honey-scented products still on her skin from the morning's shower. The desert sun had about baked it into her clothes where she'd been riding in an open-backed humvee.

It's only a couple minutes of pointed care before she's securing the bandage in place, and then gestures to one of the many pens laid out in fresh hay for him to place her in. To the gentle statement:

"Hmmm, seems that way. I'm glad I was enough for her; as for you, there's no need to be stubborn when I have everything right here. And plenty of supplies. What other animals do you have?"

It's no waste of time; she's prompting him for more conversation as a means to keep him here, because even if they're minor injuries, she won't be seeing anyone end up with infections when she's been right here all along. She holds a hand out expectantly for him to offer it over.

Angela's scent is different, certainly, but not bad. He might even say he likes it a little, save for the slight astringent sting. Nothing he can't handle, though. Like a bakery that had just been thoroughly cleaned.

Eskel listens to Angela as he sets the chocobo into the pen. She trills and gets comfortable. He notices her blinking owlishly, and figures she might take a nap soon.

"I've got a goat and a horse. Names are Scorpion and Lil Bleater. Take a wild guess which one's which," Eskel jokes as he returns to Angela. The witcher looks at her offered hand. He doesn't blame her for being so insistent, as she doesn't know about his mutations. However, when he looks up to her face to respectfully decline, he's struck by her beauty. It's the first time he's really looked at her beyond identifying her as a healer. Angela practically glows. But there's a strength to her as well, backing up her determination. Eskel wonders if she'll relent no matter what he says.

Okay, fine. He puts a hand in hers, giving her access to his injuries. "Won't be much to deal with. I heal faster than typical humans. Got a stronger immune system, too." True to his word, any bleeding has stopped already. There's no irritation or redness to what remains.

Sure, he may not need much in the way of care, but he can indulge himself with it once in a while. Especially when it's coming from a pretty woman to boot.

That astringency will fade, don't worry. It was just the disinfectant. But a "bakery had just been thoroughly cleaned" is a rather flattering way to summarize it; she watches the man as he goes to set the chocobo aside and she gets comfortable in the piles of hay, and he'll find her smiling fondly as he turns back around.

Very cute. It's clear the critter trusts him thoroughly and seems to be feeling better without a sore leg; hopefully she'll stay off it long enough to heal well. But with the comeback, she's already giggling, and seems to have no reservations in meeting his eyes when he looks to her, tentatively laying a large hand in hers where she proceeds to cradle his arm and set about working the sleeve up out of the way.

"I don't know; horses can be awfully mouthy, in my experience, so it doesn't narrow it down much for me. I'm a bit more accustomed to camels of late. They're not nearly as nice."

He reads her well. She is quite stubborn when it came to her sense of duty in tending to others, especially when it came to other stubborn ones. That's most of what she deals with in the field. Crying children, sure, scared mothers, but mostly soldiers still trying to power through grievous injury to get back to their troop. She has to stand firm and insist or they'll just push right past her. She most decidedly won't be relenting. But she will shoot him a wink with how closely he watches her, fingertips gentle as they swirl in a warm palm while she sets about preparations.

"Are you not a 'typical human' then, Eskel?" She'll disinfect the peck marks much the same, dabbing at the excess liquid misted onto the injuries and glad to see none will require any sutures, shallow as they are. She uses some dermal glue to help close them up and give them a protective barrier, one after the other with a few moments between for it to set up, working quickly and carefully. She's been at this for nearly twenty years, now. "Does it make this place any more difficult for you?"

While the first question had been playful, teasing lightly as if she wouldn't believe he isn't fully human, the second has threads of concern in it all the same— scarred up as he is, perhaps he does have reservations about it all.

"Heh heh, got a point," Eskel replies. "Ain't met a camel before, but I'll remember that if I do."

Angela works with an undaunted touch, professional and experienced with softness when it counts. Any softness at all is a rarity in a witcher's life; Eskel savours it here.

His little indulgence doesn't deter him from further observing her medical tools, however. Is that glue? It acts like glue, but it doesn't smell like one he's encountered before, nor has he ever seen a medic glue someone's wounds shut. He can't smell anything harmful in it, either, so he goes along with it as he answers her.

"I'm not." He heard the teasing tone in her voice, but his answer is simple and matter-of-fact. "I'm a witcher. Been augmented with mutagens, alchemy - all the better for monster slaying." There's a pause as he thinks on her second question. "Can't say that it has. First time in my life that it hasn't made a difference, actually. A lot of people back home think we're freaks."

"Well, they're from the desert; not that I would ever recommend traveling deserts, least of all just to meet a camel. They like to spit."

Angela is a creature of softness. It doesn't matter who she's handling or how expected their pain tolerance should be, it takes no effort at all for her to be gentle and no one should have to suffer unjustly, just because someone can't reel in their expectations. No one has ever complained and called her treatment too nice. No one whines about a doctor that doesn't further their pain, after all. She won't be changing that any time soon, Eskel. Go ahead and savor it and know it will be there again.

If the glue surprises him, he keeps it well-hidden; she glances up the once and only finds him watching her work, and doesn't offer to explain further. It will help him heal without a scratch, ideally. No further trauma to the tissue by needle and suture thread, nothing to heal around— it'll break down and help the skin heal cleanly. She gets another done as he responds to her just-as-gentle teasing, looking up to meet his eyes as he expands on it and the glue dries. Two more left.

"I can't say I've heard of such a thing; still, you seem flesh-and-blood enough to me. Any extra organs I should know about?"

A question that's only half-joking. She had noticed the slits of his eyes, the beautiful gold color— not human, certainly. And if he speaks of mutagens, it isn't unheard of for organs to operate differently. It would be good to know, at least. She sets to the next, looking away just long enough to carefully guide the flesh back together and apply the glue, then the cap goes on again and her attention is back on him.

"I'm sorry to hear it's been a point of contention, even so. Animals don't trust those who aren't kind so easily; that seems sign enough to me that you're all right. Now, back to the monsters...?"

And there's that last peck mark glued up, keeping ahold of him while it sets but already reaching to tuck the glue back into its place in her kit, snagging a roll of gauze to help protect it all and starting to wrap from his elbow down, where she'd first started.

Eskel acknowledges the information on camels with a hum. He's heard of camels, but that's it. At least now he knows to watch out for spit if he encounters one.

However, he'd rather focus on Angela's tender touch. Even knowing now that he's some sort of mutant, she doesn't waver, or recoil. Eskel intends to answer her question, but a part of him thinks that the more he tells her, the more likely she is to change her tune. It wouldn't be anything he isn't used to if she does.

And yet, there's something about Angela that inspires a note of hope in him. He decides to bank on that.

"No extra organs. That I know of," he answers, a small smile on his face and in his voice.

Eskel looks over her excellent work, realizing the advantage of using skin-safe glue over stitching. Gluing yourself back together is probably faster than trying to stitch. Medical glue is something else he'll have to look into. If Angela is from a futuristic world, as so many seem to be, it's yet another thing he'll have to wait for or make in his own world.

He refocuses on her comment about animals trusting him. Angela really does seem to be tolerant of him. Luckily there aren't any cats around to prove her wrong, but still, he'll take the chance.

(And make a mental note to thank the chocobo somehow.)

Though Eskel isn't letting his guard fully drop and his hopes fully rise, some tension in his heart is able to ease.

"I kill 'em for hire. Ghouls, wraiths, werewolves, leshens...whatever's terrorizing the countryside."

Bandages too? Now she's definitely wasting her supplies. "I heal fast - faster than humans. This ain't necessary."

Yet he keeps his arm in her grasp.

Hey, that's one more Witcher than her previous timeline in another game— she had to draw them before when anyone asked. But thankfully it's neither here nor there; she'd much rather finish seeing to him while he's being compliant and allowing her the care, even as she keeps him distracted with the banter. His delay speaks volumes already. He must not have expected her to take it in stride. There's no easy way to explain that she had been the CMO of genetically-modified super soldiers where she is from, and that robots gained sentience in their artificial intelligence and were (mostly) treated as regular people to live alongside. Whatever may be different in him, it doesn't strike her as anything too different.

"Hmm, well I hope I'll never have reason to find otherwise. It'd be an awful report to have to give someone. 'I'm afraid to report we found a second stomach while operating,'— you'd just want to eat more and ruin this physique, I'm sure."

She glances up to that kindness in his tone, finding the littlest quirk of a smile on his lips. It inspires the widening of her own, lashes brushing her cheeks when she glances down and closes her eyes a moment after. Just a little bashful to be considered so closely. The glue works nicely provided you line the edges up well and can prevent tension from tugging too terribly. The forearm is a fairly stationary thing even when twisted about and flexed. Many other places on the body wouldn't take to this as well without being prone. She'll have to let him help make more some time. She can probably break the formula down and extend it, with the right equipment.

Right though, monsters. Or at least, monsters until he sees her going for the gauze, and the furrow of her brows is more confusion over the (quite fantastical) beasts listed off than the refusal of bandaging. She'll place the roll back, and get the paper tape instead.

"So you keep people safe; I see why a chocobo's beak didn't bother you too terribly. I'm sure you've dealt with much worse than a slightly inconvenienced bird, though none of those exist where I'm from, beyond fairytales. I suppose I should thank you and yours for wiping them out some time ago." Provided they even share timelines, which is unlikely, in the end. She'll get a handle on that soon, too. "—Just this, then. I have to put something over top to keep it from pulling apart. You can keep an eye on it for when the skin has seamed together and goes pink, hmm?"

They're small pieces torn off, just enough to cover each glue site. But true to word, it will protect the glue from rubbing off by his clothes or bedding or animals, and it will keep anything from pulling too terribly. See? Already done. Quick enough work. She kisses her fingertips and presses them atop one bit of tape, nose crinkling with her amusement. She's teasing him— sealed with a kiss.

Eskel laughs a little at her joke - and when she smiles bashfully at him, his heart skips a beat. Shit, she's beautiful. And kind. And strong-hearted. He's awe-struck, if not a little infatuated, in that moment. All of the above is a rarity in his presence. How can he not be?

At least she took his advice on the bandages, though paper bits that stick to the skin is something else new to him. His curiosity piques again, but Angela has stolen away the majority of his focus.

"Much worse. Don't even think I said 'ouch'. I could tell you about some of my hunts sometime." Maybe Eskel could have a chance to impress her in turn.

He nods along to her advice about the tape. It seems like that's about the end of it. Hopefully they can keep talking for a bit longer -

Then comes the kiss. Eskel's eyes widen. He stands for a moment, stunned. It's one thing to accept him and show him kindness, but another to do something so affectionate. (And that face she makes - "cute" is not a common word in his vocabulary, but it bubbles to the surface now.) His smile returns when he regains composure. Eskel turns his arm over to take her hand in his. Though he hesitates for a moment, he brings her knuckles to his torn lips for a brief kiss. Doing so took a lot more fortitude than he thought, but still, gesture returned.

"Thanks."

Apologies, Eskel— she has that effect on people. Angela is someone who acknowledges scars for what they are but takes them as proof that someone has survived something they perhaps shouldn't have, and signs of his survival time and again are carved into him. His story is there for everyone to see— he doesn't have the luxury of picking and choosing who to tell. She takes them into her peripheral on a meet but otherwise never seems to "see" them. It is not a marring of one's person, emotionally— only physically. And she can look right past that without a lick of effort needed.

He's handsome. He takes care of himself and he's been kind, both to her and to animals; he's also taken whatever it is she's done to him in stride no matter how odd it may seem to him. She can appreciate that. When he mentions his "hunts", though, that curiosity is returned. She has no room to be looking to his scars and considering him anything else.

"Provided it's these monsters you speak of and not typical hunting, I think I'd like that very much. Especially the ones where you said 'ouch'."

It's as good a time as ever to press the hint of a kiss to his injuries, playful, but when she glances back up through her lashes to see his reaction, perhaps she'd gone a little too far. He's quite stunned, isn't he? It must have surprised him— or perhaps it's a cultural trip-up, but the silence breaks over a smile and the turn of his arm between her hands. Slender fingers relax to allow his hold, and her smile softens significantly as he brings the flats of her fingers up, kissing the crests. It's a unique sensation with the twist of scar tissue, but not one she finds unpleasant.

She crosses one leg behind her to tap the tip of her shoe on the floor, offering him a playful curtsy and bow of her head even as pink dusts her cheeks to the gesture.

"You're very welcome, Eskel. Thank you for your patience with me. Will you be heading off with this little one, then?"

It's amazing to him to sense that he's charmed her some in turn with that kiss. (Her blush, the slight uptick of her pulse, the little curtsy - even with his doubts, Eskel can't deny the same instincts he uses to survive.) As much as he'd love to stay a little longer, Angela indicated that she wants to see him again to hear his stories. It's a step in the right direction, at least.

"Suppose I ought to," Eskel responds quietly. "Wouldn't want to hold you up."

As he begins thinking of the chocobo, those same senses hear her slow, steady breathing and heartbeat. Eskel looks to the animal and, just as he'd predicted earlier, she's taking a nap.

"Hm, wouldn't want to disturb her either..."

If he were really careful, he could likely carry her without jostling her too much. But if he were really honest, he doesn't want to leave yet, either. Maybe he'll get to take one or two more steps in the right direction.

Eskel's attention returns to Angela. He's still holding her hand. His thumb brushes over her knuckles. "Do you have any other patients? Might be able to thank you proper," he offers.

Well, she's certainly in no rush to chase him off; she just figured the same that he had for her. The other had different things to tend to. She'd at least wanted to ensure he knew that she'd like to see him again and speak further with him, and he is still holding her hand, so she can easily infer he feels similarly. That or perhaps he just needed a kind touch; most people do.

"You wouldn't be holding me up at all, honest." And when his attention turns to the bird in the pen, Angela's taking a quiet step closer and rising up on her tiptoes to see between the slats, looking in on her— asleep. Probably for the best she continues, really. Animals weren't the best at understanding when they were hurt and needed downtime. "I also wouldn't mind a headstart on one of those stories, if you'd like to let her sleep."

Because no, he certainly shouldn't disturb her, and she gives those rough fingers in her hold a gentle squeeze to the sweep of his thumb. Her free hand offers him a sweep of the stable, indicating that no, she has no other patients, looking on the verge of a giggle.

"No one yet. You don't think you've thanked me enough?"

"I can do that," Eskel responds with a nod. "Bet you have some interesting stories, too."

He pauses for a breath. "You did more than enough for me, thought I'd return the favour. I know you haven't been here long, but you've heard a little about the nature of this place, right? The A5 squares and all. Had something in mind like that - something that still has my tongue moving, but..."

In other words, oral.

Now, he just has to hope he didn't overstep his bounds. It's forward for sure, but they've hit it off well. And what he's offering is all giving on his end, receiving on hers. Fingers crossed.

"A story for a story, then. Let's call it a date."

One that could certainly continue, whenever either wished to collect of the other's time. Fair enough, no? Angela always likes making friends. Surely he won't mind such an arrangement to suit whatever he prefers for distance. That pause nets her attention, though, eyes on his as he begins to speak.

He's right that she hasn't been here long, and he's also right that she's heard about the nature of this place. So when he mentions the squares he earns a raise of the brow, from her, and then a small smile to keeping his tongue moving. If he thought the color in her cheeks before was charming, this time she properly flushes, realizing exactly what he had intended.

It will take some getting used to in this place. But there is no getting around that. And she's far from shy. So despite the color in her cheeks, she steps in a little closer, bringing his hand up twined with hers.

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine?"

Because yes, they have hit it off well. And it's forward, but he hasn't overstepped anything; she trusts him. She only has one square marked off when she pulls her card up, "cuddling", the one that freed her from the sunny yellow collar still tucked in her pack. Already she seems to determined to not just receive whatever he has in mind. She's never been a one-sided partner.

( ooc: hey! I ammmm actually about to drop the game, but since this isn't a locked entry, I'm more than happy to keep backtagging it so you can hit ur square if you're down for that. I at least wanted to say that I've greatly enjoyed writing with you and I adore Eskel; I just ordered the game so I can get to know him a lil more! I'll be deleting my plurk soon-ish but I have discord @ peachmilkies#5968 and ofc PMs are always open. regardless, you've been lovely! )

"Can't argue with that," Eskel replies softly. He was willing to put in the work, but he's not going to turn down a mutual favour, either. Or a future date.

His enhanced senses pick up the increase in warmth from her flushed face, and the increase of her heartbeat. It's not arousal yet, but it's an affirmative, a positive. Eskel doesn't usually get that without paying, and even then, there's the reluctance of obligation. (And typically poorly hidden disgust, too.)

And Eskel can't help but just enjoy having that effect on Angela.

"There somewhere around here that's a little more private?"

((Alas! Yeah that's fine by me, backtag away. It's been a pleasure (wink wink) RPing with you too, I've really enjoyed your writing. This applies to James Ironwood too, right? Eskel will just have to get his rubbin' on elsewhere haha. If you want, I'm cool to do some fast-forwarding or something in that thread so I can turn it in as incomplete? Ooh fantastic! I hope to hear what you think about it, and also Eskel. You won't get to him for a while but he'll be there lol.))

She hums her acknowledgement, an equally-soft little "good" murmured between them, and there's just enough room for her other hand to come up and tap at his wrist device. Let's see what you have, Eskel. Maybe she'll lay claim to something interesting.

In the meantime her warmth is sign enough, when her hands are usually cool to the touch, and the uptick of her heart rate is a fond little gallop as their offhanded plans coalesce— arousal will spark in the cradle of her hips soon enough. She's old, too, and not as easily excitable as she had been a decade ago (nearly two, really, but who's counting?). It certainly isn't his fault, and it has nothing to do with his appearance. This is tentative ground they tread, but when he asks if there's somewhere private around, she gives into that quiet little giggle and raises his hand up with hers to turn beneath. She's having a look around; honestly, she has no idea if there is or not, but she assumes he won't want to be far from the young chocobo sleeping in her pen. Each one has fresh hay laid in it but only these nearest few from the door have been used. Maybe the far end would be all right if they can be quiet.

The real challenge of the day, it seems.

"Maybe we can tempt fate a bit further in."

She'll lead the way, drawing him along after her with only a pause to be sure he'll walk with her when she glances back over her shoulder, one slow roll seeing the wide neck of her sweater glancing off the joint to bare more skin for him. She'd almost been close enough to hold to his chest, but it isn't as though he won't be even closer to her in a few more moments. And she's always enjoyed the sweet smell of hay. It isn't the worst place to cross one another. If he's counting the way she is, it's the eleventh pen down; that should be enough space between them and the open door.

( yeah, unfortunately it does include james too! ;; since their post was in the logs comm, we could continue it in an inbox, maybe? I don't write him as quickly but I could try to eke out a few rounds for him so they can get to it! and I will be sure to keep you updated on witcher thoughts!! crooks my finger at eskel storyline.. cmere... )

As it so happens, "oral sex" is one of his A5 squares, as is "public" and "body worship". Though the latter two could be arguably applicable, Eskel figures there's no reason they can't keep it simple and call it what it is. Really, he's just glad to get the opportunity at all.

The witcher is right there behind her as they go deeper into the stables, an eager, almost playful gleam in his eyes. Angela's exposed shoulder tempts him further as he longs to feel it against his lips. Eskel counts the stalls as she does and comes to the same conclusion. And even at this distance, he can hear anyone approaching from far enough away to give them time to hide their dirty deeds.

Once in the stall, he moves in front to gently pull her into a kiss. Both hands come to rest at the small of her back. Eskel starts with her lips, but soon moves to finally indulge in kissing along that exposed shoulder of hers. There's a few nips in-between. One hand slips under her sweater to start massaging a breast.

He wants her plenty wet and warmed-up by the time he's between her legs.

((I can ask what the mods will accept? in the end though, you do what's better for you. excellent, I look forward to it. there's not much of Eskel's storyline alas, but that's what fanfiction is for! :D;; ))

Well, give her a bit more time— body worship seems well-deserved. Might be a little difficult to squeeze into a stable pen, however, and likely requires removing more clothes than they should when they're still in a public area, but she'll still try. It's just how she is and he'll likely have earned it if his confidence holds up on follow-through.

Angela certainly has no doubts. Her fingertips barely keep ahold of his as she draws him along, pen after pen passing them by, steps muffled in the rushes without an ounce of shame for what it is they're walking off to do. It's the nature of the place, after all. He's been gentle and trusting so far; she can offer him the same courtesy with just a touch more teasing to string him along until they're taking the corner to hide behind the log-built enclosures, and then she was turning to initiate the same.

The fact of it has her grinning as she rises up on her tiptoes to meet him in that kiss, tipping just so as gentle hands rise to fit under a rough jawline, curving right up against him to the feel of warm hands spanning over the sensitive curve of her spine. She makes sure they fit perfectly, where she can seal over that cleaved upper lip and kiss him properly. Brief, perhaps, but she's far from complaining as the unique sensation of gnarled tissue grazes down her throat and along her shoulder, and hilt-worn callouses smooth along her skin. Her back is always sensitive and it draws a quiet mewl from her just to be touched, turning to kiss his temple as he sets to her shoulder and his hands wander under soft cashmere, feeling the swell of her breast through thin lace.

Her nails sink into his hair to cradle him close to her as the other rests over his nape, skimming careful circles as she tries not to muss him up too badly. Starting slow like this felt right. She can offer her appreciation and he can explore as he wishes, and she can nudge at the collar of his jacket so he can shed that one arm at a time. Best to do so before her legs are over his shoulders no matter how dull the spikes look. Besides, she wants to see more of him.

( yeah we can check! I truly don't mind, though, because I'd love to keep writing with you. 💖 I'll have to bug u for some eskel fic recs then! I poked around tumblr a bit and didn't find anything too exciting but I'm bad at navigating ao3 lmao so it was as far as I went. )

As much as he doesn't want to step away, he's got some straps to undo and armour to get rid of. With one last nip to her neck and gentle squeeze of her breast, Eskel shifts back, grinning. He's already undoing the strap for his sword sheathes as he does, eager to get back to Angela. Once his weapons are set aside with care, his layers of armour are quick to go next. The habit of experience makes it easy at this point.

Soon enough, he's bare from the waist up, showing off inhumanly-toned muscle and the nasty scars that interrupt his body hair. Most of the scars are shredded claw marks, though bites and stabs are present, too. His cock has begun filling and pressing against his trousers.

A part of him looks almost apologetic - he's lived long enough with people calling him an ugly freak that it's become his truth. His facial scar is the gnarled cherry on top. But, he and Angela have made it this far. It is what it is, and if she still wants him, she can have him.

((looks like we're making some decent progress with James' thread, might not need to ask the mods after all? :D hell I could probably turn it in as an incomplete square now. ooh yes I'll try to dig some good fics up for you! and also write some myself lol.))

Angela doesn't want him stepping away, either, from the reluctant way she lets him draw back from her nails in his hair and the warmth of his body pressed to hers, but cashmere shifts over her skin as his hand recedes from beneath it and he's setting to undoing some layers of his own, so she won't pout. (Too much.) She has to decide whether to help him with his cumbersome clothing or whether she'll match him in shedding restrictions, seeming to make up her mind by the time he's set two beautiful swords aside.

Her thumbs hook under the waist of her leggings and she sinuously works her legs together as she eases them off, slowly, matching each piece he removes. She toes off her ankle boots to slip each leg off her ankles and plucks the lace thong from the pile left, sweaterdress still offering her just enough cover as she steps back in. He makes for quite the spectacle, trim waist and broad shoulders and cut muscle that spoke to years and years of repetition for his drills and his work, but again, the scars were just scars. Her gaze lingers on the swell in his pants once it's swept over him, and her fingertips are cool against his stomach as she steps back in and traces up his abdomen, gentle as she curves up over his chest and along some of those scars.

He's beautiful to look at and the curve of her smile is plenty impressed as she tucks blue lace into his pants, ensuring she pushes them in enough to feel the scrape against his cock. He's far from ugly and far from being a freak— and she's just tucked the proof that she still wants him down the front of his pants. If that isn't enough, she's pressing a kiss to one of those scars on his chest before tipping up for another from him, pressing right back against him.

"And not a single one of these made you say 'ouch'?"

( HAHA ur absolutely right, we should be ok! I'm trying to bat them back as quick as I can since I have some days off right now too, but I'll be looking forward to them!! 💪😤 )

He'll give Angela this much: she knows how to put on a show, simply but efficiently. Eskel isn't sure which he enjoys more, watching her take just the right clothes off, or being teased by her sweaterdress. By the time they're done, his eyes are wandering over those shapely legs of hers. He can hardly wait to dive between them and taste the arousal his heightened sense of smell is picking up.

But then, she's touching him - and stuffing her underwear down his pants. Angela doesn't have to push them in far, with his cock swelling to meet them with every pulse. More and more, Eskel's glad he took the chance with her. An excited spark lights his inhuman eyes.

He sighs lightly when she kisses his chest, enjoying the albeit uncommon sensation of having his body be appreciated. One hand cups her cheek as he kisses her back, and gently strokes with a thumb at her question. There's a soft laugh before he responds.

"Mm, maybe." His other hand takes hold of hers, and places it on a slashing knife wound on his chest. "I think this one did. And..." Eskel moves her hand to another, lower on his abdomen, made from large talons. "This one. Getting hard to keep track. Got a few still covered up, too. Like the one somewhere around..."

He shifts over to Angela's body, placing his strong, rough hand upon her thigh. "Here, I think. Or is it..." His hand slides up beneath the hem of her sweaterdress to tease at at her, brushing by but not quite touching her. "Oh well, like I said, it's getting hard to keep track."

((yes you've been doing very well with that, thank you! :D I'm assuming that you're just gonna phase out with AC? In that case we've got one day more to get as far as we can with James lol! I believe in us!))

As does he; he isn't trying, necessarily, but she's always enjoyed another's form and watching how people move, everyone unique in their own ways and accentuating parts of themselves subconsciously that they're proud of. He doesn't necessarily strike her as self-conscious when he's more openly apologetic than anything, but it never hurt to have someone match you in baring themselves at the same time instead of just ogling. The panties that she tucks in his pants are slick with that same arousal he can now smell easily and the faintest brush of her fingertips to the base of him tells her just how impressive he is here, too, even if his trousers were somehow deceiving to his size.

It has her rubbing her thighs together as if to temper herself just a little while longer, teasing one another with propriety and the chance to be treated gently. He seems to enjoy that first kiss to his chest, and she certainly enjoys the feel of rough-worn hands on her, nuzzling into his palm before offering him another chaste press of her lips to his, quick to deepen. She rather likes his laugh. It's an easy and infectious little chuckle, warm in tone. It heats her through even as the warmth of his hand curls over hers at his chest to guide around to other scars, fingertips gentle and exploratory where he leads them. He can probably expect what comes next when she shifts away from his lips and seeks out those scars to kiss, after stroking the skin around them. Her palm flattens to the talon rake further down, letting his hands wander over her body before she kneels down to explore further.

Eskel, she certainly hopes no one's ever tried to go for your groin, goodness. Too many arterial lines too close to the surface. Still, whether or not he's simply teasing her as an excuse to touch her, she's kneeling down atop his discarded shirt to press another few kisses over those talon marks in his side, then down to where he'd indicated on her thigh. She'll feel for the gnarl of scar tissue first, kneading along his thigh, glancing up through her lashes at him.

"Feeling better? Shall I keep exploring?"

( yeah I was just going to idle out, nice n quiet and maximize the time I have to backtag things!! let me nap a lil more and I will hit that back too. >:T )

She would feel some actual scar tissue, though not as far up his thigh as he went with her. It feels like a particularly large and nasty bite. Quite the close call, indeed.

Eskel watches Anglea lower herself in front of him, both excited and surprised. (But mostly excited - she makes such a beautiful sight looking up at him like that.) Every kiss she planted along the way spread warmth through his body; the scar tissue itself might not be sensitive, but the care she displays for them is something Eskel didn't realize he missed so much. The witcher is fully hard now, face-to-face with Angela and straining against the cloth. The slickness she left in her underwear only makes him want to taste it fresh all the more.

"Much better. Though, I thought I was supposed to be thankin' you," he responds. His hands start undoing the ties of his trousers as he continues. "But if you wanna go first...well, I'm not gonna curb your enthusiasm."

A second later, he frees his cock, thick and ready as it is. Her panties happened to catch themselves on it and hang there. Eskel laughs again. "You lose somethin'?" he jokes.

((makes sense. the thread with James was fun while it lasted, at least!))

Well, so long as he hadn't been fibbing. (And even if he had, really, she would have kissed his leg where he'd indicated on her anyway. If someone's to be so bold to request a kiss, she'll usually oblige when they've otherwise been sweet.) She finds the bite and kneads the heel of her hand around the scarring, sparing a few more kisses to those talon marks by his stomach, watching his face light up when he realizes she's knelt down to stay.

With the chance to look up along his body, he makes for even more of a sight— muscle and tan skin and pale scars interrupting dark hair, bright gold eyes fixed on her. Certainly a softness to his expression that betrays how much he'd missed simple kindness shown to him even if the swell of his cock hadn't said as much with it. Their earlier kisses had stoked him, but people usually weren't left straining from just that. It must have been nice. And with calling himself a mutant— how long had it been?

When she draws back with her question, that hand at his thigh skims up to tease along the shape of him, about to go for the laces as well. Instead she'll reach a bit further up to curl her fingertips over the waist, ready to help bare him to her as he sees to the laces far more deftly, his voice a rumble lightened by his awe.

"Mmm, good. Both that you're feeling better and that you aren't going to curb my enthusiasm." Her nose was already crinkling with her little grin, about to follow up with something else, something about the thanks owed— but she draws his trousers down just enough in tandem with him easing his cock out, and the glitter accent on the lace of her thong is hanging quite proudly from him.

Her giggling is immediate and she bumps her head to his other leg, hiding her face so he doesn't think she's laughing at him, reaching up to cover his hand about his cock to give him an appreciative little squeeze. Let her get it out of her system and gently pluck the material from him, even if she proceeds to wrap it about the base and pushes down a little further, up under his balls. She'll even tie a pretty little bow with an eager tease of her tongue between her lips. Hands off, sir. This is hers now. The softness of her palm skims up the underside of him, weight hefty atop her hand, already looking mischievous.

"I think they've found a better home, so I may just have to relinquish my lost items." And with that, she'll press the first kiss against his shaft, open-mouthed little things slowly trailing from base to tip with the velvet of her tongue to tease in the occasional linger, sucking gently at delicate skin.

( it was delightful, thank you for finishing it with me!! I'm more than happy you'll be able to turn it in for Good Shit now. 😤✨ )

Oh, that little nose crinkle. He doesn't usually think of the word "cute", especially in a situation like this, but it's happening now. Angela is endearing herself to him more and more, and not just because she's about to suck his dick.

Eskel's enhanced senses lets him hear her laughter, but he knows its true source. It is a silly sight, after all. Having fun while having sex is unfortunately rare, at least for him. He'll work with the giggling.

And having the thong tied around his cock. Even he has to laugh a bit under his breath - though that breath turns to a sigh as she lays her hands on him proper. Her touch is so soft and warm, but still deft.

"How 'bout - " he's cut off by Angela's kisses. It's not just the physical sensation, but the affection of her actions that make his mind go blank for a moment. "...ah, how 'bout I just borrow 'em for a bit?"

Eskel's not even all that sure of what he's really saying, he just wants her to keep going.

((and thank you for your patience! pardon the late response lol, I swear I never gave up. :) and yes, thanks to our perseverance, that thread was turned in for a tailor's shop on the island. of course, it's only selling like lingerie to start, but still!))

Well, she did have a coffee mug somewhere back home that said 'cute enough to stop your heart, skilled enough to restart it' that someone had cheekily gifted her. Let her work her magic for you, Eskel, and have a little fun getting pampered. She clearly thrives off being able to do just that for her partners. Everything about him and how he's spoken to her and treated her has inspired kindness, his every response to her touch honest and aching, down to that chuckle giving way to the rasp of his breath just to have her palm up under his cock.

Her eyes remain fixed on him, dusk blue in the shading of the stables— all while slender fingers carefully frame the sides of his cock so she can stroke him. She watches his gaze slip somewhere far off, his words halt, and then she watches as he seems to catch the tail-ends of escaping thoughts once more to finish what he'd begun to say, wrangling them back down. Each kiss is curved with a smile and the occasional glance up through her lashes when she listens, thumbing along the delicate stretch of skin just under the head of him to rub gentle circles in the little bundle of nerves and seeing how he reacts.

"You have yourself a deal. Provided you give me something to borrow in return."

Her free hand seeks out one of his with her fingertips bumping to his forearm and trailing down to find his fingers, drawing them up to request his touch so he can show her how he likes it, if her own pace doesn't do the trick. And even if her pace is just fine? She'll never turn down fingers in her hair and holding her. It's a small enough ask, surely.

Those kisses finally reach the tip and she lingers there, sucking, hardly holding him aloft with the other hand. She isn't easily distracted no matter how she quips back, at least, and seems to know what he wants. She won't stop now that she's gotten a taste. There isn't even any time to really consider how he'll barely fit in her mouth and between her teeth as her lips part to take him in properly, pillowed on the hot velvet of her tongue after one luxurious rock over the slit of him, swallowing thick as she seeks his gaze and makes sure he gets to revel in the first few moments of this— that initial heat engulfing him and the way she looks to him, minding how she holds him in her mouth. He is big, and he'll forgive her the shifting as her thighs rub together, weight shifting from one knee to the other as her hand curls over his wrist for purchase.

( pls!! I'll believe in u 💪😤 I will always be excited for jantags with eskel in my inbox bein this soft... and omg that's an EXCELLENT purchase, I'm so glad! )

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damn I got no comeback for that, no other words start with choco 🍫👈👈😞

it's reserved for only the best things in life

u is right homie, u is right

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thanks for your patience~ I hope this isn't moving things along too fast

not at all! let them thirst 💪😤

I hope Mercy carries a thirst aid kit lolharhar

her thirst aid kit has enough supplies for 69 😏😏😏

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damn I got no comeback for that, no other words start with choco 🍫👈👈😞

it's reserved for only the best things in life

u is right homie, u is right

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thanks for your patience~ I hope this isn't moving things along too fast

not at all! let them thirst 💪😤

I hope Mercy carries a *thirst* aid kit lolharhar

her thirst aid kit has enough supplies for 69 😏😏😏

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I hope Mercy carries a thirst aid kit lolharhar