O'raion Academy
O'raion Island => Market Ruins => Topic started by: Kaya Mitsume on July 06, 2012, 02:28:15 pm
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A costume shop toward the south end of the Market area. It remains out of the way, but still manages a good crowd. The seamstress appears to be middleaged. She has deep auburn hair, and cat green eyes.
Various things needed for costuming are here in this shop. Any bits and pieces one might need for constructing their own costume is here, along with anything such as latex paint, latex mask pieces and such that are required.
There are also many different costumes in rack at the back of the store. Anything one might dream of has already become something on the rack.
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Kaya was wandering through the racks of costumes, pulling various things out and giggling merrily in that silvery voice.
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haro wanders in. "that damn thing got away" he mumbles to himself. then he notices a familiar face. he sneaks up on her and covers her eyes. "guess who"
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She giggled softly. "The Magic Man?" She said rhetorically. She nommed playfully at his hands. She's holding a deep blood red costume of some sort.
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he laughed and wraped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her cheek. "so what are you up to today?"
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Like an excited little girl, she smiled and bounced a bit in place. "I'm looking at various costumes. Getting ideas. I like Halloween, and the Cafe. So, I'm looking to see what I can find. Wanna help me find something?"
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he laughed alittle, still holding her as she bounced. "sure, sounds fun. so whats that one you got there?"
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She grinned, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "I'll show you. Better and more fun than just telling." She scampered out of his arms and back behind a curtain that closed off an area as a dressing room. It was backlit by a light inside the curtained off space, so he can see her silhouette as she moves behind it.
She comes out minutes later in the blood red costume. It now becomes apparent that it's harem girl-esque. Similar to the outfit Jasmine is dressed in by Jafar at the end of Aladdin.
It's silk and tulle, and compliments the Meditteranean skin of the little siiren.
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haros cherry tone comes forth once again. he slowly smiles, but covers it shyly. "i-i... i like it" he was able to get out. but he thought more than that. like? thats what you say? like dosnt describe it! its amazing on her!
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She looked at his face, then at the mirror. "I don't know if this one is the one I want. Besides, I'd have to get you into a maharahja costume to complete it." She grinned playfully. "Though I think you'd wear it well."
She moved over to another costume rack. There's some costume sitting on top of it. It's a wealth of deep purple and blue silk. She once again prances behind the curtain.
When she comes out, the costume appears to be vaguely Malificent-esque. It's certainly meant to be a sorceress' outfit, but it's cut to flow around her body, yet also hug the curves of it. It creates a mysterious air that the normally open Kaya doesn't have.
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haros blush returned quickly. she just looks amazing in absolutely everything. this was an interesting choice for her though, though costumes are to play one other than yourself after all. "it looks great!" alittle better than the last little mumble he let out, but still not all he hoped to vocalize
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She held out her arm, inspecting the deep sleeves. She spun, and was pretty sure she was in love. "I'm buying this one. There's no doubts about it. I love it. But, there's more. I still have two or three more I need to find." She grinned, and bowed elegantly fluid. It's more taunt than respectful. A thing made very clear when she causes electricity to flare at her fingertips. It's showy, but meant to be that way.
She moves off to a rack further away. She grabs the costume there, and prances behind the curtain. Another entrance made this time in deep red leather. It's almost painted over her form. Leathery wings are formed on her back. Her black hair flows between them in a curling column. The front of her hair is gathered back from her face. Horns protrude from her head.
The dress itself is a colomn of red. It began, strapless, right beneath her arms in corsetted fashion, and stopped at mid thigh. Boots the same shade come to her knees. The heels are dangerous on the things. She carried a silvered pitchfork in her hand, and stood hipshot.
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haros eyes widened. he quickly bowed to one knee, one hand in a fist against the ground and the other over his chest. "my soul is yours to take, oh fairest of devils. to look upon your beauty is more than worth my tiny soul"
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She laughed, the sound low and sultry, befitting the costume. "Darling, your soul is already mine." She waved the pitchfork, and Haro felt himself being lifted from his place on the ground. He was moving toward her slowly.
He hovered in front of her by the magick of her making. She still stood there, hipshot and looking both dangerous and desirable. She waited just to see what he would do with what she just pulled off.
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haro only smiled an innocent little smile. "so what more could you will of me?" he asked her, keeping that playful innocence from his smile in his voice
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She leaned forward at the waist, placing her lips just a breath from his. "I think I can find a few uses for a handsome man." She whispered, before nipping his ear. He's lowered to the ground in front of her. He's now staring up at the little demi goddess.
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haro blushed and smiled up at her. "im at your command, m'lady. use me as you see fit"
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She raised a brow, and smiled a smile that was definitively not innocent. But it was also an expression that boded well for the man at her feet. "Of course I will." She prowled off toward one of the other racks, picking up something that was black. She tossed over her shoulder, as she turned her head to eye him with a smoky look. "The devil will make an appearance later."
Behind the curtain for minutes. The click of heels heralds her entrance again. This costume was a mix of modern and medieval. Someone had taken the maid's uniform, and added a waist cincher to it. The cincher was suede over the black satin of the rest of the uniform. The apron was crisp, and Kaya's long hair was gathered into a severe style, the french twist usually found.
Her eyes had been made large and innocent, while her mouth was screaming sin red. The skyscraper pumps and shortened skirt made her legs endless. Though the garters and hose certainly helped that impression as well.
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haro... haro couldnt move. only look up at her. his face was of cherry tone, and little flames sparked for split seconds around him. all he could utter was "w-wow...."
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Her eyes are completely innocent. How she managed it was unexplainable. They shouldn't have been with those lips. And that costume. The rest of that screamed sinful things, while her eyes spoke of the opposite. It made for the one two K.O. of the costume.
His reaction is noted. But she wanted more. She folded her hands in front of her, tilting her head. "What do you think, koi? Can I do it justice?" That gesture is groan inspiring for the very contradicitons she was placing in front of him. Innocence vs. the debauchery of that outfit. Sweetness vs. the deviltry. Servitude and submission placed right in his hands. Torment.
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"my demonic angel" he rose slowly to her. "goddess of sins" he put one hand to her cheek, the other around her, subtly forcing her back into the dressing room. they were her steps but his will. "noone could better fit such a guise" and he could resist no longer. he locked their lips in their now classic dance
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She looked up at him, her eyes wide. For every step he took, her own matched him. The submissive partner in the dance of feet as every woman should be, she didn't know where they were moving, until she found herself backed into the little dressing area.
Her mouth is taken, and somehow, she is surprised. She didn't expect to stir this dominant side of him with her costume. Then again, she didn't exactly think it out. But, she's not complaining, in the least.
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haro started to nibble lightly on her lip, soothing it after with his tongue. his hand that was against her cheek remained there, coressing her cheek lightly. his other had now boxed her in by placing itself against the wall.
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She wasn't tall. Even in the five inch heels, her head only managed to come to right below his nose. She looked up at him, blue green eyes gone hazy. She was caged.
Caged, caught, and falling quickly under his spell. Gentle always, but there he was being quietly in charge. She met his newly violet eyes. Her arms slowly crept up around his neck. She usually didn't note their differences in height, or how delicate her build was compared to the strength of his. But it's being noticed now.
Her pulse was racing, beating a fast tattoo. It wasn't fear.
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haro moved his hand down from her cheek, drawing what cloth remained on her shoulder downward, his lips moving from hers to her neck, not nibbling as usual, but instead skipping straight to sinking his fangs in to draw her sweet blood.
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She gave a gasp, and her head rapped the wall as it fell back. He didn't have to move much of a sleeve, as the fabric has been made to slip from her shoulders flirtily. She buried her face into his neck to muffle her voice, and the noises she was making.
Her arms moved to encircle his waist. She made broken little whimpers for him.
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haro continued to draw blood, digging in abit before stopping and licking the blood that flowed out. he moved so she was tight against the wall, his body holding her there.
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She felt as if she'd been overtaken. Castle walls stormed, queen captured. She felt possessed. Mind, body and soul. Nothing she wouldn't give or do, if he asked it of her.
Her hands kneaded like a cat's paws against his back. Her eyes had fallen closed, and the only thing that kept her vertical was the line of his body against hers. Her face drew into lines of need.
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haro smiled. haro brought her up into his arms, said arms hooking under her thighs. this brought her face to face with him. haro slowly eased off her neck, moving back to her lips. she could taste her own blood on his lips.
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She licked at the candied spice of her own blood. Her legs hooked themselves around him. The silk of the hose leave off halfway up her thighs. The rest is nothing but Kaya. It's hard to say which is smoother.
Their mouths moved together, the dance slow and drugging. Passion burned bright here, but it was a slow and calculated burn with him in control. It's no less than her own, simply much more focused and tempered.
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just as this burn (which to him is nearly litteral) was close to sparking into full blown flames (this one realy is litteral), haro broke their kiss, placing his forhead against hers to view those beautiful eyes. he smiled, gazing at her. hed relized hed taken her usual roll in this play, but he wasnt shying away yet.
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Her own eyes opened, revealing a completely bewitched siren looking back at him. It's not hard to tell that he's swept over her. She's his completely in this moment. She definitely seems not to mind that he took her role in all of this. The siren seemes to like getting sirened.
Those eyes are misty ocean. They look dazzled. She leaned her forehead against his, but said nothing.
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he smiled at her, loving the look she had. it was a rare occurance that he got her this way. kaya could feel haro readjust his arms to hold her up higher, just as his fangs regain hold on her neck. they sat only moments, however, before scraping downward abit, drawing light amounts of blood to the surface as he moved to the top of the fabric and along it, heading to the other side of her neck
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Pressed between his body and the wall, the sea siren thought she'd go up in steam. She gave up keeping the low moan muffled that he pulled from her.
She could only tighten her grip on him through her legs, locking her ankles. She plastered herself to him, and teased them both with the availability to do very naughty things with just an adjustment or two.
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haro smiled as he reached the other end. he pulled his fangs away and licked alittle blood hed released. he then looked into her eyes again, lowering her back to even with himself.
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Even the movement of adjusting her against him pulls a moan from her. That was torture against her sensitized skin. Bites decorate her neck, but none of them ooze blood. He's made sure of that. She does look very his and very marked right at that moment.
Somehow, he's pretty sure that the demon half of him is very pleased with that work. It's fond of seeing so many claiming marks on her skin left there because of him. Her eyes still look dazed and full of him, which makes that very male part of him preen a bit.
Her lips were bruised, she was wrapped around him, her eyes looked at him as if he were her center and she looks as aroused as she is disheveled. Yeah, she was nothing but his.
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haro moved his lips to her ear. he wispered slowly into it. "how far... shall we go this evening... my dear?" and followed with a light nip at her ear before aligning with her eyes again. he was playing at something. it was her turn to take that cherry tone
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Those eyes fell half closed when he whispered to her. Gods, was he good at making her lose herself in him. She thought that before she focused on what he spoke. He wanted..? In here?
Her eyes looked into his, surprise a faint glimmering. She knew he wanted her, but she'd expected him to balk at somewhere so forbidden. And so public. The thought made her pulse jump, and speed. The fact that they could be caught was scorching.
"How far?" She said softly. She swallowed hard. "I want you. Badly. If you can't already feel that." She managed to get out. Her eyes were on his mouth, staring at it distractedly. "Did you have something in mind?"
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he took note of her distraction, a smile, devious, came across his lips. "maybe i do... but i see you already have some of your own."
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She looked at him. Color crested her cheekbones slightly as she looked up at him, a little dazed. They'd switched places, and he'd done it so neatly. She gazed at hm, her heart pounding. "I want to know what you think." She said softly, color still tinging her cheekbones.
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haro slowly eased dwon with her, till on the ground, then put one now usable hand to her cheek. "what do i think?..." he closed in on her ear. "i think your cute when you blush" he wispered with a smile.
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Nothing like having her own words tossed back in her face. She tried to pout at it, but only managed to look like an annoyed sprite. Which wasn't a scary thing. Besides, she couldn't fault him for it, with how many times she'd done this to him.
She could be annoyed at the loss of his body pressing her to the wall, though. She peered up at him with that disgruntled look that said, very simply, 'Why'd we stop?'
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he gave her a smile as an answer. it said 'because your cute like this' and she was. the attempt at pouting, the blushing, its all just adorable. he didnt quite let the moment die, but was still able to get the reaction from her. he moved his lips to her ear again, and wispered. "what do you desire? you never told me what your thoughts were"
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He went for the whisper in the ear again, and she shivered. No, the moment didn't die. Not by a longshot. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was like they were stuck.
Finally, she dropped her voice to nothing more than a whisper. And it was his, that whisper and the words she'd speak. "I want you. And you surprised me by asking what you did here, in a public place. But, it made me feel..." She trailed off, color tinging her cheekbones again.
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he smiled. the mirror of prior situations. he understood why she loved this so much. he placed a kiss on her cheek. "made you feel..." he urged her to finish, loving every second of this
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The very mirror. Kaya now knew what it was like to be on the other side of this. It wasn't unpleasant. It made her much more aware of how demanding she could be, but it didn't bother her.
"I felt hot. My skin, my lips, inside me. Like I'd burn in your arms, and not have a care about it, at all. You were all around me, and the only thing that could be better would be to have you." She confessed in a whisper in his ear, ending the truth with a shuddering breath.
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"poetic as always, my dear" he said allowed, silencing any answer with a kiss
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There wasn't anymore talking. Just heat. The curtain pulled for privacy. The costume removed carefully, but in a hurry. A tangle of flesh, limbs and body heat. One little siren thinking she burn from the inside out, and that this wasn't a bad way to do so, at all.
Now they leaned together against the wall. She still quivered in reaction against him. His head lolled on her shoulder, her mouth still pressed against his own shoulder where she'd bitten him to stop the sound of the scream from making it's way out of her throat.
They both breathed hard, but that wasn't a bad thing either. He didn't have to do much to repair. She had to get re-dressed entirely, this time in her own clothes. She doesn't usher him out from behind the curtain. She doesn't pretend at false modesty.
Once they're both decent, the curtain is pulled back. Three of the costumes are in her arms. The sorceress, the devil and the maid's uniform. Kaya was pretty sure she was never seeing that costume without blushing slightly. That color is on her cheekbones.
They meandered to the counter, only to find the proprietess standing behind it. Like she knew. As if she was waiting. Most of the color drained from Kaya's face. Except the blush over her cheekbones. That stayed, and shown in vivid relief.
Kaya paid in silence, and a wicked amusement crossed the face of the redheaded seamstress. It wasn't the first time a young couple had done just what this one had. It wouldn't be the last. She handed the bag to Kaya. "Ta, both of you. I'm glad my customers found so much to be pleased with."
Kaya couldn't answer. Her mouth opened, but no voice could be found. She colored once more, and waved, almost slinking out of the costume shop. She's embarassed, though not ashamed.
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haro smiled. perhapse her being shy made his shy side leave him for the moment. he picked kaya up in his arms, carrying her like the princess she was. and then he walked out with her. destination, unknown, he simply wanted to do this.
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Freya walked into the store, ignoring most of the outfits she made her way to the back and found exactly what she was looking for. Grabbing the outfit in her size she went to the front, paid for the clothes and left.