OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

[baedalites]

Who: Everyone!
What: St Kelley's evening
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes:
(1) The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
(2) All mementos will appear overnight in some part of your character's apartment.
(3) Dance!

St Kelley's is one of the more sedate occasions in Baedal, at least as holidays go. It passes more or less unnoticed by the majority of the population as many of them feel it doesn't concern them. It's not their holiday; it's for the others. Those with severed ties and broken hearts. The temple and church preach that it's a time for reflection or for glorifying the generosity of the gods. It's one of the few days on which no one looks askance at first generation Citizens mourning their missing loved ones publicly.

As night rolls around and floating lanterns are set to sea, the Apache in Mog Hill prepares to accept guests from the newer cohorts. It's something that happens every year, making it a practical tradition. The alcohol will be cheaper for first timers, and the music will be kept at a reasonable level.

Comments

[norea]

"If you like." Hasibe tips her face up, smile playful, a little bit challenging; she's not too shy about PDA in the first place, but she does mind it so she doesn't make others uncomfortable, and here in the gardens of the courtyard in the dark, she doesn't think anyone's watching. Thus she has no qualms about kissing him then, drawing it out.

When she breaks, she says, "Like I've been telling you. You can do whatever you want with me."

The epitome of her recklessness: saying things like that to men, and meaning it.

[martyrdomoption]

"Oh really..." He returns his enquiry with a prolonged kiss, hands sliding down to fiddle with the hem of her dress, ruffling and pushing it up. When he does pull away, there's a sly little smile on his face and his hands don't move.

After all, there's no one around and apparently he likes pushing that saying as far as it can go. Like the world's most tactile game of chicken.

[norea]

That gets a little breathy yelp and equally soft laugh; she plays at being scandalized, but the way she presses against Mitchell afterward, hip-to-hip, is telling. "You're going to get us in trouble," Hasi says, accusingly, "what would you do if someone came out here and saw us, hmm?"

There's a pause, as she regards him from under her eyelashes.

"Or maybe you'd just like the voyeurism of it all."

She always plays on his instincts when she finds them--right now she's testing to see if that's one of those little hidden desires. They might not be officially together, but she knows he has possessive tendencies, and that's not a bad way to show them off in front of company.