( closed ) so give me something i can hold

[regives]

Who: Leanne (regives) & various!
What: A general catch-all for both event and nonevent related threads.
When: Throughout November.
Where: In various locations around Wyver.
Warning(s): someone's gonna strip but hopefully that's all that happens...


( as stated this is a closed, catch-all log for what i have planned for leanne. however i am still open for plotting and you're free to contact me through a private message or by sending me a pp at vongaribaldi! starters and such will be in the comment section below. c: )

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giovanni ( dragons & lunatics )

[regives]

[ The look Leanne gives the stable owner was undoubtedly one of both disbelief and mild irritation that he'd laugh after making such an ominous joke, especially after he's gone and given them an explanation on what to do that's not exactly desired. And since he's beaming at the mention of the dragons being trained it only gives her more reason to be skeptical. ]

There's no way that's the only option we have. [ She eyes Giovanni, her partner, who is more than likely here to restore his reputation after the events that had unfolded last month. Honestly the only reason either of them are even here are to regain their footing in this world, even it may lead to completely different paths. ] I mean if it's just flesh then I can flash a leg and the dragon should follow me back, yeah?

[ But even her own suggestion sounds silly. ]

You have any ideas?

[ofobedience]

[And she's quite right, of course-- he's only here because he has to be, charged as he is with community service in order to pay off his debts to the country that saw fit to adopt and pardon him both. Under any other circumstances he'd endeavour to steer clear of such a task, more inclined to shoot the unruly beast than to try and lure or tame it. But here they are, and the look on his face makes it clear what he thinks of the instructions they've been given.

As always, he's dressed to impress in his double-breasted suit, right down to the cufflinks and tie-pin. It's a little hard to imagine him, isn't it, stripping down even as far as his shirt, let alone what's being asked of them here.

As such, he turns to her with that vaguely incredulous expression still on view, and though something in him quietly stutters and starts at the idea of Leanne flashing her flesh, what he says is--]

We could always kill it.

[Never mind that this is exactly the attitude that landed him in this situation to begin with.]

[regives]

[ And she lifts her hand to shove his shoulder lightly. Of course it's done playfully, humming softly before she asks: ]

What happened the last time you killed something? [ She should be including herself but listen... this is about Giovanni. And considering he's dressed in his usual attire Leanne looks at their options, sighing heavily when she realizes that one outweighs the other by making things simple. ]

Okay, so— Just look the other way, okay?

[ And whether or not he agrees accordingly doesn't matter much to Leanne. If he doesn't look away then she turns the other direction, giving him her back, and tugs at the end of the ribbon on her chest in order to untangle it. Her fingers swiftly working off the clothes she spent the morning putting on, her head cluttered with a small voice in her head that shouts at her for getting into an even more embarrassing situation than when she had to model for the first time. ]

[ofobedience]

[There's the playful press of her hand at his shoulder, the lightly uttered admonishment, and in response he clicks his tongue against teeth as though demonstrating impatience or disdain, only there's something just as light in it as there is to the way she'd shoved him. He isn't annoyed, not really, and she's right besides. He's fully aware of that and in truth has no desire to do anything that would cast further aspersions on his character. At least, for the moment.

But then she's asking him to turn away and it takes a trickling of seconds for him to grasp after her meaning, and look, he may be a genetically engineered hound of war but he does have some grasp of gentlemanly manners. Or perhaps he's just painfully shy and awkward under that sharp demeanour, who knows.

Whatever the case, he abruptly averts his gaze, hands half raising at his sides in protest before falling limp again, uncertain. There's an unsteadiness in him, an odd feeling up behind his ribs that is quickly accompanied by a vague sensation of self-disgust. What's wrong with him? He can't begin to know, but there's a creeping heat from throat to cheekbones that only acts to further his irritation with himself.

He continues to look away from her, but--]

There's no need to do that. I could...do something. Instead. And besides...I can hardly leave this all to you, can I?

[regives]

[ Leanne is already in the midst of removing her skirt when he makes his own suggestion, which earns a huff from her end. ] Well it would have been great if you said something earlier, but I'm more than halfway done. [ He may even hear the drop of fabric that falls ever so delicately off her hips, as if purposely emphasizing that he should have said something sooner.

Next is her jacket, which she only pulls from her shoulders before quickly pulling it to her chest. Serving as the only material to hide behind now that she's near naked; it hardly keeps from an all to evident blush to creep on her face, however. ]

And you've already got a job: making sure that I don't end up as dragon food. [ A short pause. ] You can turn around.

[ofobedience]

[And he does hear it, what with his sensitive hearing and all, the soft susurration of clothes slipping quietly away from flesh and again there's that sharp tugging feeling in him, the sudden desire to be anywhere but here. Combined with her apparent (if small) displeasure with him, it leaves him momentarily silenced.

But you can turn around she says, and again there's a fractional hesitation, the vague flustered movement of his hands at his sides before finally his own irritation (with his own odd behaviour, his unaccountable feelings) has him turning as directed. Not that she'll be able to tell, but he keeps his eyes on her face, even if in getting them there they'd momentarily dragged themselves across her undressed (if hidden behind her jacket) form.

Some of the usual pallor of is skin seems to have lifted...is he blushing, faintly? Well, maybe. Maybe not.]

I...ah...well. I'll ensure it doesn't touch you.

[Smooth.]

[regives]

[ Smooth. ]

I'm holding you up to that.

[ Leanne straightens up, despite embarrassment she knows there's a job needing to be done and she can't just turn around and give up after going this far. Somewhere she can hear Vashyron and Zephyr screaming with such intensity it may as well shatter the glasses of their stasis pods; possible disappointment from her loved ones aside, she appears relatively calm despite being unable to hide the evident blush across her cheeks. ]

Alright, so... Here. [ She doesn't want to bloody up her jacket, however, so she hands the knife to him before turning her palm up. ] I think my hand should be enough, unless these dragons are feeling super selfish. [ And she's hoping that's not the case. ]

[ofobedience]

[He takes it, a little dumbly, stares down at the knife resting in his palm as though he can't quite fathom what it could be for. Never mind that he's the kind of creature who can tear out your throat with his teeth and laugh whilst doing it, that he's stabbed and shot and maimed and killed more people and other unfortunate test subjects such as himself than he can count.

He looks up at her, eyes hidden yes, but the lines of face make his reluctance clear enough.]

You want me to cut you?

[Yes Giovanni, she does, come on now.]

[regives]

[ It's easy to see, yes, and she takes note of it, but that doesn't stop her from answering with a quick nod: ] Yes.

[ Her eyes remain gentle, balancing out consideration and determination all at once, while she's willing to do it herself if Giovanni can't they're already here. She curls her fingers into her palm before extending them once more, gesturing for him to follow through. ]

It doesn't have to be anything deep, and I trust that you won't hurt me.

[ At least purposely. ]

[ofobedience]

[I trust that you won't hurt me she says, and for the most fractional of moments there's a flickerflash of some dark emotion on his face, something bitter and hostile and cold because she shouldn't do that, she shouldn't. He isn't something to be trusted, not when even she (LilylilyLily) in the end had felt his hands around her throat the tender yielding of her flesh as he'd squeezed and squeezed, attempting to wring the life right out of her, his jealousy a hot heavy thing that had filled him up and made him burn and want just once to be as good as all the rest of them. Never mind that he'd regretted it later, that he'd never wanted for her to die, not really. Never mind that the incident he's thinking of had ended with her plunging her fingers into his eyes and tearing, leaving him blinded and broken whilst all the others died around him.

Dark thoughts then, but something else, too. Something small and quiet and filled with the deep tug of longing. To have someone put that trust in him, to think him worth trusting...well--

--he shakes his head, abruptly. Just once. Lets out a breath. And then he's reaching with the knife in his hand, pressing it to the pale flesh of her outstretched palm. Slices quick and sharp, but not deep. Enough to draw blood but little more than that.]

juvia & misa ( girls night )

[regives]

[ Somewhere between fetching for various items, nearly getting into pacts, and pretending to be a snack for hopeful dragons, the three girls finally manage to catch a breath and unwind. Since the sudden separation due to the explosion and illness Leanne has had to detach herself from several friends, and it came to no surprise to her that Juvia and Misa would somehow cross paths and click within that time. And it only makes things even more fun when she's gathered the two of them for a relaxing night at home; one of the three suggested a pillow fort and somehow they managed something similar, Leanne herself is clinging to a pillow as she lays on her stomach.

Hopefully this doesn't become an episode of El Nysa Unsolved. ]

Alright! Juvia wins!

[ They had played rock, paper, scissors to decide who was going to decide on what to do next, and evidently the woman mentioned had won. ]

What did you wanna do? Truth or dare? Another makeover? [ Please not another makeover. ]

[lacuscular]

[ Makeovers are.. fun.. No, they are not. Juvia has had enough nightmares from all the times she's been forced to play group games with those in Fairy Tail. Not that she didn't enjoy it-- it just made her incredibly stressed and paranoid. This, however.. feels like a keeping up of tradition.

Something that she doesn't really mind as much. ] Truth or dare. [ She's not terribly creative, especially when it comes to normal things like this, so she parrots Leanne after a few seconds of struggling. She honestly didn't even expect to win.. .. . ..

Straightening up, she nods firmly. ]

Juvia wants to play truth or dare.

[lifespanned]

[ Misa herself is having the time of her life - she thrives off of social interaction like this, where she can literally and figuratively let her hair down. She feels super comfy in her oversized t-shirt and long socks, brightening up immediately at Juvia's suggestion. ]

Oooh, okay! I wanna go first!

[ By that she means she's gonna take initiative since the early bird gets the worm and then doesn't get asked weird things first. Misa loves gossip after all!! And everyone knows truth or dare is the easiest way to get some juicy gossip. Since Juvia won, she'll direct her attention to the other girl in the room, hugging her own pillow to her tummy. ]

Leanneeee, truth or dare?

[regives]

Then we'll play truth or dare!

[ And she doesn't argue against Misa going first. Though she is a tad surprised that the first victim is going to be herself, blinking thrice before tilting her head to the side. After a second of humming she jumps straight into the fire: ] Dare!

[lacuscular]

Remember Misa, be careful, the dares shouldn't be too outrageous.

[ Her enthusiasm doesn't catch her off guard, but feeling a bit bold she voices her own opinion. She doesn't need something more wild to happen after all the makeovers and clothes swatching. ]

[lifespanned]

[ Misa herself is giggling, putting a hand to her mouth to try and keep more laughs from bubbling out. ]

Okay, okay, I know! [ She moves her hand from her mouth to twirl her finger in her hair, smiling cheekily. ] I dare you to do your best impression of Juvia!!

[regives]

Best impression of Juvia? Well...

[ Leanne would never say that she's an actress, so her impression my not be spot on, but she does her best to play the part. She smiles bashfully, cupping her face with her hands as she feigns embarrassment. ]

Ohhhhhh~ Gray! Juvia is so glad to see that you're here! Now perhaps if we find a place to be alone I can show you... my new bikini.

[ NO I WANNA RETCON THIS THREAD ALREADY ]

[lacuscular]

[ She waits for Leanne's impression after Misa decides to use herself as the topic of the dare. As she watches, there's a painstaking look of judgement on her face, but she's otherwise quiet. ]

That does not sound at all like Juvia.

[ It's a few seconds after Leanne is finished does she give her opinion. ]

[lifespanned]

[ Misa is laughing, but not to be mean!! This is just so entertaining for her. It's been a while since she's been able to have friends like this... maybe this world really was worth something. ]

It does a little bit! [ Misa cups her own cheek. ] So Gray is the name of that not-boyfriend you mentioned...

[ It's not her turn anymore, so she just shuffles to make herself more comfortable, snuggling closer to Juvia as if gal pal cuddle before - ]

Is he into bikinis or something?

gaelio ( fetch quests )

[regives]

[ Given the state her world was in Leanne never grew up climbing trees or swimming in lakes, but that only meant she'd have to learn soon enough. It's necessary skill, she's beginning to realize, at least if she intends to survive in an environment that was vastly different from what she had adjusted to in the past year.

But no one's getting naked in this thread. At least I hope not. Leanne probably made some excuse as to why staying clothed would be more beneficial since there stream is shallow enough and the weather is perfect so they won't accidentally catch a cold. She did, however, grab a handful of fabric and tie it against the side of her thigh. ]

Oh! Look, Gaelio!

[ With an almost childish glee she exclaims, hands venturing beneath the water soon pulling out a small crystal drop. ]

There's a bed of 'em over here. I'm gonna catch up to you real fast~ [ Are they having a competition that she persisted on?? Yeah. ]

[kimaris]

[ It's been awhile since he's had to practice things like this; once an adult, you find less time to be nostalgic or to play around. Or like now, when he's left with nothing but that time. ]

Are you?

[ It's sort of a tease, except that he still sounds a bit too tired inside to be teasing that much. Getting there, slowly. He hasn't pulled off his shirt, not just because this is a gen thread but because he's now all about the life of showing off the back of his neck, he's just standing knee deep in the water, arms crossed. ]

[regives]

If you're going to just keep standing there, then yes!

[ And she's outright teasing with more life than he's experienced in the last twenty-four hours, probably. And while normally she'd pout to anyone who'd respond the same way—namely Zephyr and Vashyron—she pushes that initial feeling aside. ]

Did you wanna take a break?

[kimaris]

[ Try like two years... ]

No. [ He's not tired, okay!! He's tilting his head a little, looking at over at her. ] Do you like it here?

[ A conversation starter, as he's treading deeper into the water. Making it up to waist length before he's pulling up his sleeves and reaching into the chill. ]

[regives]

Hmm... if you say so, but that means you're not allowed to say that you're tired later.

[ She hums, her tone returning to her usual energy before the question earns a quick blink of her eyes. Not bewildered or surprised, but more embarrassed than anything else. ] You'd only hear about places like this in books about the old world back where I'm from, so I guess you could say that I'm pretty happy...

[ Of course she's not making a huge emphasis on it to avoid looking like a child, but that remains difficult to conceal as her expression remains bright. ]

And the water feels nice~ It reminds me that I need to learn how to swim soon!

eugene ( volkkran pact )

[regives]

[ When the passing shaman had mistaken them as a couple Leanne's initial reaction was to take it lightheartedly. Not even sparing a second to correct him before the man hurriedly excuses himself without another word, leaving her to only question what it was that made it seem as if herself and Eugene were a pair—maybe it was how she stuck so closely to him, grabbing onto his arm without hesitating, but there's no way in knowing now. Not when curiosity strikes her deep and Leanne is dragging the man with her to the altar, and thus a snowy mountain.

Something about this lore strikes familiar with a common tradition back home bonding two people together. Admittedly that thought alone has her giggling the whole way up despite the extreme changes in temperature; she only continues to offer up a smile, gloved fingers slowly skimming across the necklace for time to time. Something in her chest feels light and yet warm at the same time, different from what she had experienced playfully teasing Zephyr while they were posing as a groom and bride for some extra cash.

Give or take a couple minutes to recuperate, Leanne's playfully nudging Eugenne on the shoulder with her own. Her cheeks are red, but she can easily excuse the cold weather for that, lips curled into a coy grin. ] Soooooo... you got your vows ready? We've only got one shot!