Roadside Service

Description: for: cole's evil twin

Teagan Fern

    White to Yellow
  • witch
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: Roadside Service
« Reply #15 on: February 14, 2018, 11:09:15 AM »

Part of her wanted to laugh. Who said such a thing? Teagan couldn’t imagine he was serious. A quick glance at his face showed that he was, in fact, serious. Smiling at her with that smile. He reminded her of a cat toes deep in cream. Wicked creature! Blushing she could only shake her head at him. Wicked, wicked!

But she did enjoy it. Every inch of him. Handsomely sweet face. Body that made her fingers itch to do the petting she’d been so worried about before. Almost thankful by the small wound that distracted her from thoughts she should not be having. He’d come for comfort, not to be ogled.

Not that he seemed to mind. Wicked.

Teagan leaned in closer for a peek, watching the scab vanish with a flick of his thumb. Gone to meet the dust bunnies under her couch. Felt, faintly, the use of his craft.

”If you’re sure. You are the healer.” She worried her lip, but let it go. She had to trust him about such matters. Hands reaching out for hers. Teagan gave them to him, fingers sliding over his. Warm and flexible, callouses from where she’d stuck herself with needles and pins. Forgetful of her thimble too often. He seemed more serious now. Drawing her in with hands and eyes.

”Of course!” Ah her mouth! Teagan looked at him with wide eyes. Unsure but certain. ”I won’t say a word.” She promised. What sort of mess had he fallen into? Teagan drew the calming spell a little tighter around the room. Including herself. It never was quite the same, your own calming craft. Knitting her fingers with his, she listened. Quiet and solemn.

”Oh no.” Worse than she’d expected. Teagan squeezed his hands, found hers drawn up with his own to cover his face. She made soft noises. Noises she’d heard her mother make in the back room of the shop. Calming noises. ”It’s alright. Don’t be sorry.” Poor, sweet man. Teagan loosed herself from his fingers so she could stroke the wild curls atop his head.

So wicked one moment and torn asunder the next. She scooted back in the couch, curling against his side. Fingers working each curl until they all sprung wildly from his head before smoothing them.

”It’s alright. She’s alright and your alright”

Willoughby Willowbank

    Rose to Purple Dusk
  • Healer Prince
  • Played By: Jones

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Re: Roadside Service
« Reply #16 on: February 14, 2018, 05:32:19 PM »
Willoughby didn’t shy away from her head shaking. Eyes bright with amusement. Smile knowing. She was enjoying the him, and that was more than enough. It didn’t bother him to look or be looked at as a means of pleasure. Healing training had taught him all the various functions and potential in every inch of the human body. The knowledge didn’t go away when he was not viewing a person as a healer views a person. He was still a prince. Still Blood.

Some thought those impulses and urges should be less in one of his caste. Perhaps because it was a conventionally feminine

The duality of being healer and prince troubled Willoughby less than it did others. They had hard time understanding how he could be one thing and another. The trick was not to be both at the same time. To learn what a prince should know, and what a healer should know. And be whichever could best handle the present situation.  Disconcerting for some people who thought he should be gentle and chaste all of the time. Those that did not understand he could compartmentalize. Could enjoy looking and being looked at as a man then in a moment turn to a patient without any thought of sex on his brain.

It served him well, though. The things the Prince knew that the Healer had learned. Helped him to smile as Teagan shook her blushing head at his audacity. Of course she enjoyed looking. His gaze promised he knew what to do with the muscles that shifted under his skin. Healers knew things, after all. All the function and potential of sensitive places. How to touch without hurting and how much hurting a person could handle before it overrode pleasure.

One day he hoped to show her those things. His duality. All the parts of himself. And far less of the frazzled man that kept rising to the surface. ”I am.” He answered, a bit nonspecific. He was mostly sure, and he was the healer in the room.

She had nice teeth, he noted as her bottom lip pinched between them for a second. Not quite convinced yet. But willing. Willing to trust him. To hold his hands. Hers were marginally more calloused than his were. Used to working in less gentle manners than his healing and paperwork. The touch made it easier to slip a bit of the heaviness from his chest into the air.

Soothing woman with her soothing spells... He nodded, tongue pressing to his teeth as he tried to get a grip on his emotions. Silly really! He was a grown man. Behaving like a whiny child. Silenced by her soft sounds. Like the little noises he made to shush children frightened by vaccinations or examinations. Her hands felt good. Felt right. Eased his twisted curls and twisted stomach. Turning towards her Willoughby leaned in close. Mouth to her shoulder. Not so intimate as to bury his face in neck. Even if he wanted to. He could catch whiffs of her hair though.

Smelling like his favorite things. A pinch of sugar. Brewing herbs. A brand new box of cotton gauze. Tiny flowers that grew in shady spots. He had wrapped her in a hug without meaning to. Or, well, without realizing he had. ”Yes... And I did a good job! It was good work. My best probably given the situation.” Gravel rich voice soft as he eased more of his burdens. ”I can usually set it aside. When the work is done. No matter the outcome. Today I just...”

Couldn’t. Couldn’t set aside what might happen if Lady Shore never woke up. If he failed. He didn’t want to be a failure. He worked so hard to be a good fellow.

And I can’t help but stare, cause I see truth somewhere in your eyes.

Teagan Fern

    White to Yellow
  • witch
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: Roadside Service
« Reply #17 on: February 14, 2018, 07:19:32 PM »

She was just getting used to petting him when he came in closer. Adjusting to the nearness, the soft hair under her fingers. Not enough for him. Face pressed to her shoulder. Teagan hummed, shifting to accommodate him. Fingers twirling the hair at his neck, cheek resting against the crown of his head.

It was nice, petting him. It also kept him from turning that knowing grin on her. That smile that made her stomach churn rather pleasantly. Hard for him to look anything with his face pressed into her shoulder, padded by her coat, which she still hadn’t shed. Teagan tried not to pet his bare back, hand lingering at his neck.

Pressed, suddenly. Body weight shifting into her as he wrapped his arms around her. Teagan sighed, leaning back into the couch, trying to get untangled and into a comfortable position. Somehow ended up with him practically in her lap, draped across her chest.

”I’m sure you did a wonderful job.” His lady had to be away for him to be this worked up. Teagan couldn’t imagine he would have been let out of the house otherwise. Poor, sweet lamb. ”Shh. Its alright. You did good work.” Had no way of knowing, but believed his words. Believed in his skill. Tucking her cheek against him, Teagan pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over him.

Sent out a Yellow thread to her mother. Doubting she would be making dinner this evening. Not with him in this state, and Teagan unable to send him away. Unwilling to send him away. She rather liked him there, arms sliding around him with the blanket.

”It must be different, with a queen. But its okay now.” She promised, having no way of knowing.

Willoughby Willowbank

    Rose to Purple Dusk
  • Healer Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: Roadside Service
« Reply #18 on: February 14, 2018, 10:49:31 PM »
Something in the gentle touch of a woman spoke to men. Willoughby had heard it said, as they had all heard growing up, a queen’s touch was best. Most soothing. The balm they were all secretly supposed to be writhing for. He had never really been worked up enough for such neediness. Not before today. The touch of the queens he had served in the past was only ever a reward. Brief, fleeting, a hand on his elbow or a stroke along his shoulder.

Wren had never touched him yet. Almost. Once. When he handed her a brew that he promised would keep River from pacing if they needed it. Her hand had fluttered over his while she questioned him with a single quirk of an eyebrow.

He thought Teagan’s touches were just as good. Maybe better since they were actually happening. Not that he would say so to either. Too intent to even really think it at the moment. She was moving, shifting and he was dragged along with her. Hands tightening their hold on his own wrists. Locking her to him. No getting away. Not yet. He wasn’t ready!

It was alright, though. Her squirming stopped. She didn’t feel upset. In fact their positions were much more intimate now. He wouldn’t think about that either. Not when he had come and ruined her evening. Such a nice, kind woman. Tucking in closer with sweet, soothing words. A blanket falling over his shoulders. He fought his own eyes back open. Sucked his lower lip in to worry at his teeth.

Selfish. He was being selfish! Still... it felt so nice. His eyes drifted closed another moment, or ten. Fingers finding their way to knead at her sides. Gentle. A return of affection. Not fondling, there was no heat in the touch. Teagan eased into him too. Slowly. Arms finding their way him beneath the blanket.

A thread shot out but he ignored it. Too passive now under her hands to care that he was horrible. Keeping her from her family. ”You’re sweet.” He mumbled, soaking in the comfort she offered. ”I’ll make it up to you.” Another fancy date maybe. A different sort of petting. If she let. When his mind was less agitated.

And I can’t help but stare, cause I see truth somewhere in your eyes.

Teagan Fern

    White to Yellow
  • witch
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: Roadside Service
« Reply #19 on: February 15, 2018, 08:57:34 AM »

He clung as she moved. Smiling against his hair, Teagan made more soft noises, waiting for him to settle again. Body softening against hers. Not that his body was terrible soft, even in repose. But she supposed hers was not either. It always seemed to surprise men, and sometimes repulse them.

Teagan wouldn’t worry about that now though. Too busy squirming as he squeezed her sides, a soft giggle escaping into his hair.

”Stop, stop. It tickles.” Hands tightening on him, as if she could hug him to a stop. Fingers adjusting the blanket as she did so. Soothing the smooth skin on his shoulders. Warm and soft. Teagan blushed, glad she could not see it. Wondering if they were freckled or clear. Too shy to bring up the memory of what his naked torso had looked like.

”It’s not necessary. Just come in and buy more ribbon.” Smiling against his hair. Tentatively, she kissed the soft curls, relaxing against him. The couch. Caught between the two. Eased her craft, almost too warm herself. And definitely in no need of a calming spell. She left that though. Feather light, for Willoughby, even though he didn’t seem to need it anymore either.

”Rest now. You’ve earned it.”

 

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