[size=9pt]/trigger warning for vague mentions of sexual assault/consent
There's one word for the look on Moon's face and it's smug. When Versailles arrives, everyone else has yet to gather, and so they sit, alone, one bashful and peach and the other preening, biting down on laughter. You could cut the tension with a knife, and it's all coming from her. He stares her down as she so obviously avoids his gaze, fangs bared in a grin and eyes crescent shaped. Poor V. In all her 'Big Guy's and her smart remarks she'd sent Moon's way, in the end she was just a blushing virgin. This was information that would prove useful in future quarrels, for sure.
As for her brother-- the young lion all but glows at the praise. "Glad to be of service, Chief." He replies as he waits for more to gather, and it could just be a trick of the light or an ordinary blink of an eye, but if he winks, it's between him, Bast, his oh-so-virtuous robot of a sibling and the four walls.
"Alright," He says, once more have arrived and settled. He tries not to scan the crowd for Peri or Gabe. He'd practically set this up with the intent of using those two as props, but it's fine, he's fine. If worst comes to worst, he has a Peach. "Now that you've all exposed yourselves as sexually incompetent, let's get this thing on a roll."
He glances to his props, but they're for when they get into the thick of it, and he's decided to ease the Ascendants into it slowly. With grace, like the considerate good samaritan he was. "We're starting with something to appease the Stars, or whatever freak in the sky it is you follow. Something nice and holy, if you don't fuck it up, that is. Consent."
"So before you whip out the sexy nun costume, make sure everything's cleared up. This is— You can't skip this shit. No blurred lines, no 'but they seemed into it'. Make sure your baby cakes, or your fucking cinnamon apple — whatever you want to call them — make sure they explicitly communicate that they're into whatever shit you're getting up to. And, listen, this isn't Nursery play, okay — there are backsies. This is a continuous thing. Your partner can opt out at any time, and you guys have to not be assholes and respect that." He's all into it, grin having vanished and serious voice turned on, when he hears Margaery arrive. The flash of teeth is back just as quick. "Easy, Edward Cullen. We'll be covering all the kinky shit I know you vamps get up to soon. For now, though, any questions?"
There's one word for the look on Moon's face and it's smug. When Versailles arrives, everyone else has yet to gather, and so they sit, alone, one bashful and peach and the other preening, biting down on laughter. You could cut the tension with a knife, and it's all coming from her. He stares her down as she so obviously avoids his gaze, fangs bared in a grin and eyes crescent shaped. Poor V. In all her 'Big Guy's and her smart remarks she'd sent Moon's way, in the end she was just a blushing virgin. This was information that would prove useful in future quarrels, for sure.
As for her brother-- the young lion all but glows at the praise. "Glad to be of service, Chief." He replies as he waits for more to gather, and it could just be a trick of the light or an ordinary blink of an eye, but if he winks, it's between him, Bast, his oh-so-virtuous robot of a sibling and the four walls.
"Alright," He says, once more have arrived and settled. He tries not to scan the crowd for Peri or Gabe. He'd practically set this up with the intent of using those two as props, but it's fine, he's fine. If worst comes to worst, he has a Peach. "Now that you've all exposed yourselves as sexually incompetent, let's get this thing on a roll."
He glances to his props, but they're for when they get into the thick of it, and he's decided to ease the Ascendants into it slowly. With grace, like the considerate good samaritan he was. "We're starting with something to appease the Stars, or whatever freak in the sky it is you follow. Something nice and holy, if you don't fuck it up, that is. Consent."
"So before you whip out the sexy nun costume, make sure everything's cleared up. This is— You can't skip this shit. No blurred lines, no 'but they seemed into it'. Make sure your baby cakes, or your fucking cinnamon apple — whatever you want to call them — make sure they explicitly communicate that they're into whatever shit you're getting up to. And, listen, this isn't Nursery play, okay — there are backsies. This is a continuous thing. Your partner can opt out at any time, and you guys have to not be assholes and respect that." He's all into it, grin having vanished and serious voice turned on, when he hears Margaery arrive. The flash of teeth is back just as quick. "Easy, Edward Cullen. We'll be covering all the kinky shit I know you vamps get up to soon. For now, though, any questions?"
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