There's a split-second where Daisy freezes as if surprised, but it fades away as quickly as it appeared with a huff of a laugh and the hug being returned. "...yeah. Sorry. Doubt it helps but. These days dying doesn't freak me out much? Got pretty used to that part."
"...Honestly people dying doesn't freak me out much anymore either. It's the lead-up that I worry about. That's the part that lasts," Dahlia muses, pulling away gently. "This stuff that the old bastard puts out is no joke. He's pulling out all the stops these days."
Daisy's hands linger a while even as Dahlia pulls back.
"Mm. Yeah. Sure was nasty." Thinking about the time she was actually ill is something she's already mostly avoiding, focused instead on the collateral damage. "But it's over. Something else'll come but that's done. And I'm fine. Really. Can even prove just how fine."
It can be a flirt. It can also be a reassuring joke. She's feeling versatile.
The sharpness in the smile that returns to Daisy's features is only a little dangerous, and only in a fun way. "Mm. Lot of ways. Most of 'em you probably don't want me going into out here."
"Oh, I see. A little exercise, then," Dahlia teases. "Maybe not in the garden. But, ah--- there's my room, which I still haven't shown you. Or the woods."
"I know. The neighbors will talk." She casts her eyes around to punctuate the distinct lack of neighbors on Founder's Hill. "And goddesses only know what my mother will say."
Daisy snorts a laugh and volleys back, "You should've seen what mine'd think," then jerks her head back over her shoulder towards the house. "Show me?"
Dahlia's smile broadens, and she slips her hand into Daisy's. "Right this way."
Aster won't be pleased. He has already made it clear that he thinks Daisy is a huge liability--- that her presence already drew attention to Dahlia's "condition." But as far as Dahlia is concerned, that ship has sailed. The news feels days away from breaking, life as she knows it minutes away from going up in flames, and she's more terrified of that than anything else she's ever faced. So fuck it, might as well get her fun while she can.
Dahlia leads Daisy up the stairs, careful to avoid any staff who might be about. Not that she thinks they'll be a problem. Work gossip is tolerable. But it's also none of their business. The upstairs is less ornate, mostly consisting of an elaborate hallway to allow access to the various rooms, of which there are many. But she easily navigates to her own door and allows Daisy inside the pale blue boudoir decorated in delicate floral wallpaper and sheer canopy drapes. "Home sweet home."
Daisy follows her lead, still not quite used to the sheer size and glamour of this place compared to just about anything she's ever called her own. She doesn't comment on it, no point in drawing the comparison, but she does give a playful, low whistle as they step inside her room.
"S'nice," she says, genuinely, then teases, "I'll try not make too much of a mess."
"A little blood on the bedsheets never hurt anyone," Dahlia suggests breezily. "The outfits, on the other hand, should probably come off first this time. Not that I have any qualms with buying you another, but it does look suspicious if your clothes are destroyed every time."
"Guess I will." She's already thinking about the more disposable parts of her wardrobe before Dahlia finishes the sentence. It's almost a little embarrassing, how hungry she keeps finding herself—though what's somehow worse is how much she she finds herself hoping this isn't just an overacting Hunting instinct, something that will fade out once satisfied.
Daisy cannot be said to be a strip artist, but there's a deliberateness to the way she moves, because there always is. The vest is tossed aside, the shirt is unbuttoned, and without half-torn fabric or blood in the way the sheer amount of scars on Daisy's upper body is a lot more obvious. They still only tell half the tale of all the things that have tried to kill her. She's not shy about any of it.
Dahlia's outfit situation, unfortunately, is much more involved. Blouse, overskirt, underskirt, pocket, crinoline, corset, a half dozen knife holsters, chemise---- She's pretty good at getting out of all of it but it's still a lot of steps.
She does have very cute stockings with lace trim and little bows, connected to a garter belt, which she seems less interested in removing. There's a fun contrast between them and the fifth knife she's setting on her dresser.
Daisy snorts softly, crooked smile pulling at her lips. Those odd yellow eyes flick from admiring the view to the knives, "Got enough of those?"
Like she can talk, she only stopped carrying around at least one blade at all times when she started relying on the claws. Still, right now she's as unarmed as a Hunter can be, nothing hiding under the pants she kicks off where she's leaning against the bed but the single layer of light underthings she bothers with.
"No," Dahlia sighs with feigned disappointment. "This is just all that I can carry."
Once she's down to just her chemise and drawers (and, of course, the cute stockings), she makes her way back over to Daisy, hands settling on her waist. Grinning, Dahlia runs her tongue over her teeth playfully. "I figure you can get the rest."
"Y'know, where I come from," Daisy says, as if it's an idle thought just passing through her head as she slides one side of the chemise to expose more of Dahlia's shoulder, unable to resist brushing lips against the skin. "Getting a girl out of her underwear? Much quicker. Just pop a clasp."
Simple and done with just like that. A real contrast with how Daisy now works to unsecure her drawers and slip them off her hips.
"Easier, buuut... maybe not as fun. Something to be said for the challenge."
Dahlia lets out a heated breath, pulling Daisy in by the hips a bit. "Nice to have the option. Might let you rip a corset off me sometime, though. It'd be hot to see you do it."
Daisy breathes a laugh and lets the sharp edge of a canine brush Dahlia's skin, just enough to be felt without cutting. "That would be fun."
A quick learner and a good multitasker, the drawers are quickly undone and encouraged to slip off of Dahlia's hips, and Daisy wastes no time sliding her hands back up under the chemise to urge it up and off.
"I bet you'd shred it," Dahlia purrs, excited by the idea. "Grommets clattering to the floor."
The chemise is easier than the drawers. A simple up and over. And just like that, Dahlia's lithe body is on full display--- something that had not been so the last time they had a "playdate". She's slender, almost jarringly so, and everything about her is long. Her shoulders are also surprisingly broad.
"I won last time, so I got to be in charge." Dahlia takes Daisy by the arm gently, urging the other woman to fall into bed with her. "You can have a turn this time, if you like. Show me what you've got."
There's no shame to be found in the way Daisy's eyes roam, taking in the view of her bare. Not predator sizing up prey, but there's something wild in the shine in her eyes regardless. Fucking gorgeous.
Even her agreement comes in the form of a playful, "Yes, ma'am," as she lets Dahlia coax her to fall alongside her. But then, barely a breath later, she's rolling them until she's pressing Dahlia down into the bed with strength someone her size shouldn't have and a crooked, delighted grin as she leans in just far enough that their lips could touch, but don't quite.
That spark of wild hunger and that 'yes ma'am' in tandem give Dahlia a chill of excitement, and she breathes a laugh. "...You're going to abuse that power, aren't you? Oh, I've created a monster," she teases, running her hands up Daisy's back. Her fingertips absentmindedly trace scar tissue ever so delicately.
There's a subtle shiver, at the light touches. It's so much rarer for there to be no material between her skin and her partner's wandering hands and that makes every little point of contact that much more.
"Give me an opening, and I take it," she bats back. Her teeth tug sharply but briefly at Dahlia's bottom lip before her mouth finds much more interest in her throat. Meanwhile, one knee nudges at the inner side of Dahlia's own.
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Date: 2024-08-28 08:26 pm (UTC)There's a split-second where Daisy freezes as if surprised, but it fades away as quickly as it appeared with a huff of a laugh and the hug being returned. "...yeah. Sorry. Doubt it helps but. These days dying doesn't freak me out much? Got pretty used to that part."
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Date: 2024-08-28 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-28 08:51 pm (UTC)Daisy's hands linger a while even as Dahlia pulls back.
"Mm. Yeah. Sure was nasty." Thinking about the time she was actually ill is something she's already mostly avoiding, focused instead on the collateral damage. "But it's over. Something else'll come but that's done. And I'm fine. Really. Can even prove just how fine."
It can be a flirt. It can also be a reassuring joke. She's feeling versatile.
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Date: 2024-08-28 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-28 09:25 pm (UTC)The sharpness in the smile that returns to Daisy's features is only a little dangerous, and only in a fun way. "Mm. Lot of ways. Most of 'em you probably don't want me going into out here."
Her head nods to the side. "Unless you do."
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Date: 2024-08-28 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-28 09:52 pm (UTC)Her gaze does flick in the vague direction of the woods, for a moment, as she thinks back, but— "Your room, huh? How scandalous."
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Date: 2024-08-28 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-28 10:19 pm (UTC)Daisy snorts a laugh and volleys back, "You should've seen what mine'd think," then jerks her head back over her shoulder towards the house. "Show me?"
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Date: 2024-08-28 10:46 pm (UTC)Aster won't be pleased. He has already made it clear that he thinks Daisy is a huge liability--- that her presence already drew attention to Dahlia's "condition." But as far as Dahlia is concerned, that ship has sailed. The news feels days away from breaking, life as she knows it minutes away from going up in flames, and she's more terrified of that than anything else she's ever faced. So fuck it, might as well get her fun while she can.
Dahlia leads Daisy up the stairs, careful to avoid any staff who might be about. Not that she thinks they'll be a problem. Work gossip is tolerable. But it's also none of their business. The upstairs is less ornate, mostly consisting of an elaborate hallway to allow access to the various rooms, of which there are many. But she easily navigates to her own door and allows Daisy inside the pale blue boudoir decorated in delicate floral wallpaper and sheer canopy drapes. "Home sweet home."
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Date: 2024-08-28 11:05 pm (UTC)Daisy follows her lead, still not quite used to the sheer size and glamour of this place compared to just about anything she's ever called her own. She doesn't comment on it, no point in drawing the comparison, but she does give a playful, low whistle as they step inside her room.
"S'nice," she says, genuinely, then teases, "I'll try not make too much of a mess."
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Date: 2024-08-29 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-29 12:29 pm (UTC)Fuck if that isn't hot. Daisy nods her head to the side, "Little bit. And I do like these clothes."
She's popped open the buttons on her vest by the last word.
"Shame though."
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Date: 2024-08-29 12:45 pm (UTC)She locks the door, then begins unbuttoning her blouse.
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Date: 2024-08-29 05:41 pm (UTC)"Guess I will." She's already thinking about the more disposable parts of her wardrobe before Dahlia finishes the sentence. It's almost a little embarrassing, how hungry she keeps finding herself—though what's somehow worse is how much she she finds herself hoping this isn't just an overacting Hunting instinct, something that will fade out once satisfied.
Daisy cannot be said to be a strip artist, but there's a deliberateness to the way she moves, because there always is. The vest is tossed aside, the shirt is unbuttoned, and without half-torn fabric or blood in the way the sheer amount of scars on Daisy's upper body is a lot more obvious. They still only tell half the tale of all the things that have tried to kill her. She's not shy about any of it.
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Date: 2024-08-30 01:17 am (UTC)She does have very cute stockings with lace trim and little bows, connected to a garter belt, which she seems less interested in removing. There's a fun contrast between them and the fifth knife she's setting on her dresser.
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Date: 2024-08-30 01:37 am (UTC)Daisy snorts softly, crooked smile pulling at her lips. Those odd yellow eyes flick from admiring the view to the knives, "Got enough of those?"
Like she can talk, she only stopped carrying around at least one blade at all times when she started relying on the claws. Still, right now she's as unarmed as a Hunter can be, nothing hiding under the pants she kicks off where she's leaning against the bed but the single layer of light underthings she bothers with.
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Date: 2024-08-30 02:34 am (UTC)Once she's down to just her chemise and drawers (and, of course, the cute stockings), she makes her way back over to Daisy, hands settling on her waist. Grinning, Dahlia runs her tongue over her teeth playfully. "I figure you can get the rest."
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Date: 2024-08-30 03:16 am (UTC)"Y'know, where I come from," Daisy says, as if it's an idle thought just passing through her head as she slides one side of the chemise to expose more of Dahlia's shoulder, unable to resist brushing lips against the skin. "Getting a girl out of her underwear? Much quicker. Just pop a clasp."
Simple and done with just like that. A real contrast with how Daisy now works to unsecure her drawers and slip them off her hips.
"Easier, buuut... maybe not as fun. Something to be said for the challenge."
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Date: 2024-09-02 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-02 02:16 am (UTC)Daisy breathes a laugh and lets the sharp edge of a canine brush Dahlia's skin, just enough to be felt without cutting. "That would be fun."
A quick learner and a good multitasker, the drawers are quickly undone and encouraged to slip off of Dahlia's hips, and Daisy wastes no time sliding her hands back up under the chemise to urge it up and off.
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:28 am (UTC)The chemise is easier than the drawers. A simple up and over. And just like that, Dahlia's lithe body is on full display--- something that had not been so the last time they had a "playdate". She's slender, almost jarringly so, and everything about her is long. Her shoulders are also surprisingly broad.
"I won last time, so I got to be in charge." Dahlia takes Daisy by the arm gently, urging the other woman to fall into bed with her. "You can have a turn this time, if you like. Show me what you've got."
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:51 am (UTC)There's no shame to be found in the way Daisy's eyes roam, taking in the view of her bare. Not predator sizing up prey, but there's something wild in the shine in her eyes regardless. Fucking gorgeous.
Even her agreement comes in the form of a playful, "Yes, ma'am," as she lets Dahlia coax her to fall alongside her. But then, barely a breath later, she's rolling them until she's pressing Dahlia down into the bed with strength someone her size shouldn't have and a crooked, delighted grin as she leans in just far enough that their lips could touch, but don't quite.
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Date: 2024-09-06 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-06 02:10 am (UTC)There's a subtle shiver, at the light touches. It's so much rarer for there to be no material between her skin and her partner's wandering hands and that makes every little point of contact that much more.
"Give me an opening, and I take it," she bats back. Her teeth tug sharply but briefly at Dahlia's bottom lip before her mouth finds much more interest in her throat. Meanwhile, one knee nudges at the inner side of Dahlia's own.
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