Cascade

Those hands, they wandered, carefully, practiced, deliberate. With each motion, each kiss, her body trembled further. Simmone was eager, tempting her to press further, Cascade was a game, one that her current partner sought to finish, to explore, to ruin. It was true, she had bit off more than she could chew. The sensation she felt, it was unfamiliar, scary. A woman's touch; gentle, yet resolute, seeking treasure. Cascade gasped, her head landing on Simmones shoulder, she placed small, soft, eager kisses along her neck as the woman continued. Her body moved on its own, betraying her. Whe

For a long moment Cascade couldn't move. The world had stilled- her heartbeat thundered too loud, her breath caught somewhere between her ribs and her throat. His warmth lingered, the echo of his lips presses against her skin like a phantom she didn't know how to banish. The air between them crackled, fragile and electric. Her gaze darted from his eyes to his mouth, then away, then back again. What just happened? Her mind screamed to think, but her body was still suspended in aftershock. Her pulse thundered, refusing to settle. The word forgive hung in the air, raw and trembling. S

The press of bodies blurred into rhythm; the blackbooks music fell away until only breath filled the space between them. Cascades pulse hammered against Simmones, a duet that didn't need melody. Somewhere along the line Simmone had found a way to let go of her hand, the thought soured mood, hand finding her waist pulling them ever closer. The moment was nothing short of heat and passion, a burning need that begged to be met. Cascades hands started to wander, tracing every curve slowly, deliberately, making sure Simmone felt every touch. When she had teased the woman, she hadn't thought i

The sun was bright today, birds flying high above, turning and gliding about in the air. Floor 5 had its own level of excitement. Seemed as though the NPC villagers nearby were celebrating a birthday. She was bewildered. Birthdays Kayaba? Really? She chuckled to herself, the man was insane, beyond unhinged, but he had added something so menial, mundane even. She had never celebrated her own, from her perspective, there was no reason to. Cascade shrugged, her feet leading her where they willed. She looked all around town as they wandered. There was plenty of see, people to meet, quests to

Familiar evaluation: Thread: https: //www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42721-pp-pt-f01-i-guess-murders-aint-all-bad/ Successful Roll ID: 255176 CD: 12 attempt 2/4 Success! Name: Arenyx Description: A creature born of storm light and shadow- A Raven whose feathers drink in darkness and pulse with an inner, ghostly blue glow. His eyes black, sharp with an intelligent, and unsettling calm; the gaze of one who knows. His talons are sharp and strong. He is a companion, neither beast nor spirit, but something balanced perfectly between. A companion not boun

She hadn't come to fall into someone, this wasn't her usual role, none of this hadn't been her intention.... but this woman. She was in a way, captivating. Cascade felt as though she could get drunk on her scent alone. Ascension. How she wished he would come, where was her stallion at this hour anyhow? Would he come to something like this? She had thought it to be a simple ball, but it had turned out to be far more complicated. Despite it all, Simmone was warm, grounding, and Cascade was simply exhausted, so tired of holding herself upright. It had been a long week. She settled further into th

All she could do was nod and hum in reply, her mind was still in shock, she could think the words she wanted to say, but every time she tried to open her mouth.... nothing. She followed behind him, more closely this time. Her entire body felt heavy, weighed down by some unnatural force. Soon enough they came back to the wretched crossing that brought them into the witches domain. The air changed, it was thicker, more eerie now than before. She tensed again with what little strength she had. Eyes on alert, not just for herself, but also for her partner. In time the green haired woman

She smiled, his words had affirmed something in her- her way of surviving- and it brought a comfort she hadn't realized she needed. She knew moping got her nowhere, if she didn't try she would never make it out- she knew that, too. But some days the question would creep in: what was the point if she was just going to die anyways? Ascension had unintentionally dug into the depths of her mind and reminded her that it was okay to be human. She breathed in, steadier than she'd expected. The shame was still there- but lighter, like it had somehow loosened its grip. He'd done that somehow, with

Hands grabbed her, moving her about the room. She attempted to pull away in protest, but they moved quickly pushing her down into a seat... that wasn't at all a seat, rather someone's lap. She felt the warmth of lush skin beneath her, a scent of liquor, smoke, and something faintly sweet entering her senses. She turned seeing the faint glow of a cigarette being laid to rest. The person under her shifted, the lights flickering back on, everything had happened so fast. She looked around noting the change in the room, others had been moved and paired at random. A scuffle at the bar had drawn som

She closed her eyes focusing on his words. She felt absolutely exhausted. Focus on breathing, just like he said, count. She took a deep, shaky breath, beginning the process. She felt the squeeze, reassuring, kind. Slowly but surely the more she tried the easier it became. She breathed in as she counted up to seven, held her breath, blew out for another seven. Panic attack? Was that really what it was? Something cool touched her, wiping gently at her skin in careful, practiced motions. She let him work, she was too tired to protest. The cloth met her face once again. The cool sensation set

Cascade watched the dancers from the outskirts of the dance floor. Some moved with grace, others precision, some without technique, others with plenty. She smiled fondly, it did look fun after all. There were several perfumes and colognes wafting around the room, it was almost overwhelming. She looked around taking time to admire the other settings around her. The bar was lit colorfully, many players sat or stood, lingering, drinking, chatting, laughing, some crying. Her gaze shifted. The food tables never seemed to run short, whomever ran the event had made sure to keep the everything well st

She was panicked, disassociated from the world around her. All she could hear was the thumping inside her brain, words echoing, banging against her skull. All she could feel was the warm blood that pooled around her, terror. She couldn't feel the pain from her nails, couldn't feel Reytac as he began to draw her back to reality, couldn't hear his voice, or the caws of her Raven. Just the pressure on her chest; heavy, suffocating. There was something unusual, pulses of pressure. She felt it, she focused on it. Her breathing hitched. The rhythm he'd set- in, out - began to stick, uneven but tryin

She nodded, whatever the reason, she wanted to make it quick. The less time she had to spend in that place the better. "Alright then, we best be on our way." She began to follow trailing behind him loosely once again. She heard Reytac ask his bird if it was female. She chuckled softly as the bird chirped in what seemed like acceptance and resumed pecking at his buckle. Funny how she had acquired a male companion and he had gotten a female. It was interesting to her how these things seemed to happen. She kept walking, her gait steady and relaxed. A sudden gust tore through the clear

While Reytac began his next search, Cascade found a nearby log to plant herself on for the time being. She watched from afar as he made his next taming attempts, and judging by her face and his; much to their surprise the bird flew right up to Rey. It landed in front of him hopping about. Eventually Reytac brought his arm out, and the avian happily obliged, flying uo and securing itself on his arm. "Well then, that was unexpected." she flashed him a dashing, pride filled smile. She watched as his new companion nestled against him and chirpped. She was happy for him, after all it had alre

"A light huh? We really are similar." she noted quietly. "It is true, the moment you have something... or someone to fight for, your fuled by cause. Determination spikes within you and you just keep going, no matter how unrealistic it may seem to you or others, you fight against nature even, against reason. That's what striving to meet the goal is. An unrelenting fight to meet the goal thats been set, no matter the cost." she sighed placing her hands in her pockets. It's only a matter of time. She shrugged to his reply, "Happy to help." in all honesty she was glad to keep him company, i