[The box that Sheva's gift arrives in is modest in size, but neatly wrapped in blue and gold paper. Opening it, she will find a pendant that errs a little on the smaller side. The size is not meant to be a slight, however. A leather cord has been included, giving her the option of creating a necklace or cutting it shorter and keeping it as a bracelet. The pendant itself is also not enchanted by the magic of this world, as Ozymandias believes the image of a goddess is more than enough to imbue the metal with power.]
[If Sheva recognizes the goddess depicted, she might recognize the lion-headed goddess as Sekhmet, a warrior, and healer in equal measure.]
[Sheva's genuinely touched and appreciative of the gift, and had she been feeling better, might have called or sent him a video chat. Instead, it's a text she sends. All the better to hide her struggling.]
Thank you so much for the lovely gift. It's stunning. I will have to show proper appreciation later.
[Looks like Sheva's gotten a gift! And that gift is...bandages? That smell like...is it evergreen? Mint? It's hard to tell. But There's a note wrapped around them that says:]
Wrap around an injury, and your chances of infection and regeneration are heightened. Should be good for at least a few hours, or until completely soaked through.
[In a perfect world, Ozymandias could simply ask Sheva to come over because he has something prepared for her. He could even say what that thing is. But Sheva doesn't function like that. She... keeps things moving. From one thing to the next to the next. And it's not as though he's not guilty of that himself from time to time, but unlike her, he would be far more ready to accept a gift without hesitation.]
There is something I would like to discuss with you, but not over the Watches.
Can you stop by my mansion around 7 this evening? I should be available then myself.
[So, a small amount of deception it is. He knows she's unlikely to brush that off. Even if he doesn't tend to prefer the Watches by default, that he would say so explicitly is sure to pique her interest. And frankly, if that doesn't give her pause? He isn't quite sure what will.]
[In truth, this is partially because the busier and more productive Sheva manages to be, the less time she has to linger on the negatives. It's not that she's trying to forget, but that she's finding a cause to fight for, even if it's in inches and deeds rather than miles and with violence. That and she gets agitated easier now, the turnskin traits mixing with that of a lazy lioness make for an odd combination that still requires daily adjustments on her end.
It's exhausting, actually.
The receipt of his her Bond's text gives her pause, her curiosity piqued just as much as her general dislike for secrecy towards her. There's a meditative moment where she searches her bond, though her expression probably lends itself more towards possible constipation than anything. Someone tell her that's not how bonds work. Hilariously, she never looks strained while lining up a sniper shot.
Magic is still weird.]
Nothing bad I hope.
I am prepared to show up looking devastatingly delicious as a countermeasure to unwanted news.
[Ozymandias usually misses it when she is teasing him through text like this, but it's especially difficult to tell if she's joking right now or not. It's not as though it would be entirely out of the ordinary for her as she does so often look for distractions when she believe it shall be a difficult conversation.]
I would hope you would consider that regardless of the nature of what I wish to discuss.
[He at least tries to alleviate any concern that she should be contemplating a potential undesirable outcome or conversation. Gods know it would not serve either of them well if she assumed every time he requested a private conversation with her that she should make that leap of logic.]
Do not be late.
[He's got magic on his side to ensure that things will be exactly as he intends them to be even if she's late, but it's the principle of the thing.]
[Ozymandias kisses her before giving her shoulders a gentle nudge down toward the bench in front of his vanity. Said vanity is quite full but organized well enough that it does not appear cluttered. Bottles of scrubs, lotions, and perfumes occupy one area of the vanity with a small basin and towel at the ready for the next use while makeup and its respective brushes occupy the center. To the far right of the vanity, occupying the corner is a bit of an unusual vase. A statue of the goddess Hathor sits with a wide basin in her lap. Floating within it are fragrant lotuses, pink with honey gold centers.]
I would not allow you to leave this house looking anything less than radiant.
Mhm. [She teases into the kiss despite completely trusting him in this endeavor.] Only if I may return the favor.
[Honestly his beauty collection is far greater than her own, particularly because it's more of a special occasions sort of effort for her. The blessings of natural beauty and frequent field work.
Dressed in naught but a fancy robe for the time being, she moves to sit back in the offered chair, crossing her legs and arranging herself until she's comfortable. Her tail flicking to swat against the side of his calf before settling around his ankle.]
[Ozymandias chuckles as he leans past her for a hairbrush and a few pins to start gently ensuring her hair stays out of her face while he works.]
Believe it or not, but it is not fear of your wrath that I would never attempt such a thing. It would be an impossible thing to mask your beauty.
[Ozymandias remains ever the smooth talker, but there's never a question of sincerity behind his praise. For starters, he has eyes. For another, he's laid enough claim and worship to every inch of her that there could never be a question of his appreciation for her natural beauty. He sets the brush down.]
No one shall be able to look at anyone else but you by the time I am through.
[ With Modranicht arrives gifts, and for Sheva, she will find her room-mate has provided two presents.
The first is a fine silk scarf, with tawny gold patterns woven into the material not unlike the turnskin's coat when changed. It is in turn wrapped around a bottle of honey mead, which has a summery scent when popped open in contrast to the cold winter weather outside.
There is also a large cat toy left sitting in the living room: a rolling ball with some of Vex's shed dragon-feathers attached to it. Most definitely intended for lions certain flying kittens to enjoy!
(Trinket has left Sheva a pot of honey. It is Unknown where it came from, but it's the thought that counts, right?) ]
[Sheva's gifts come in several packages rather than merely one. Which likely comes as no surprise to her that Ozymandias would not stop at one as she has some experience with receiving gifts from him at this point. The first package is a basket, its contents on full and easy display with only gold and blue ribbons tied to its handle. Similar to what Ozymandias provided Sheva during her bath, she will find herself in possession of some very fine cured meats and expensive cheeses and, of course, a fine bottle of wine. He also includes some cookies baked with catmint for her indulgence.]
[The next may not seem like much of a gift to some. It is, after all, papers with the story of Sekhmet being sent on Earth to punish humanity for failing to follow ma'at and disobeying Ra. However, her rampage grew too great and she began overindulging in the slaughter. Ra, realizing his mistake, attempts to command her back, but she is too far gone. With little else that he might do to sate her bloodlust, Ra tricked her into indulging in beer dyed red by the juice of pomegranate. She then gorged herself on that "blood" until in her drunkenness, she fell asleep for several days. Upon waking, she had calmed herself once more and saw the god of creation, Ptah. Falling in love with him, their union brought about their son Nefertem, and thus restored ma'at through the creation of healing.]
[Except all of that is written in hieroglyphics with a few pictures depicting critical moments, and nary a translation in sight. She is just going to have to puzzle it out for herself.]
[The final package for her is a garment box, wrapped in gold paper. Opening it, there is a note atop the tissue paper placed to keep the gift hidden.]
A counterpoint to your argument better to be overdressed than under. You might consider it for our next private conversation.
[It's signed with his cartouche. Pulling back the layers of tissue of paper, she will find quite the selection within.]
[There are two smaller packages remaining, but neither are addressed to her. Rather, they are for her cats and contain some catmint mice for them to bat around as well as some festive collars for the season, enchanted so they do not teleport out of them.]
Okay, so. She doesn't know Sheva. She's barely met her! But she still felt it appropriate to send a care package to her for the holiday. Wine, coffee, some products designed to help with fur upkeep and beauty (some of the same ones she got for Fang, usually), as well as a note;
"I know we're basically strangers still, but maybe in the next year, we can change that?"
[On the day of the holiday, a plate of homemade cookies and a sample of herbal tea mysteriously appears on her doorstep. The wrapping is decorated with a fresh lily flower (actually a Fae magic product, designed to fade away from existence in a few hours) and a ribbon. The attached handwritten note reads as follows:]
Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
[The snow does not fall so much as it is whipped to the ground and buildings below, piling high on rooftops only to be pushed off into drifts that climb ever the higher below. The wind howls through the tunnels created between the buildings and fences, making it blindingly white for anyone caught trying to navigate their way through it. And the houses themselves creak, cutting through drafts to chill occupants to the very bone if they linger too long near walls facing the outside or, even worse, windows.]
[They have little concern for that though here.]
[The storm hit before Sheva could leave, and Ozymandias wouldn't hear of her stepping out into it. Not that she needed much convincing to stay. Sheva shared equal distaste for the weather outside as Ozymandias did; an invitation to wait the storm out was probably what was hoped for over being allowed to step outside. Especially when not even Ozymandias' sentinels are made to sit out there like that. The beasts instead have their own fireplace to curl up in front of, making his study inaccessible.]
[And so, this is how they managed to camp out in front of the fire in the living room. Pillows litter the floor for sitting or laying upon as they please, blankets to add to the warmth with his sphinx cubs to more or less pin them into place. (Wehem-Mesut currently has Ozymandias with his head in his lap while Prakash has turned himself into a small loaf across Sheva's feet.)There's a bottle of wine that's been nearly emptied, another on stand-by. None of the lights are on, allowing the warm glow of the fireplace to provide them with all the light they need. At first, they were simply in each other's company, Ozymandias busying himself with work while Sheva played with the kittens, but gradually things came to a lull, and they ended up close to one another with everything set aside.]
[Ozymandias keeps his arm wrapped around her shoulders, idly playing with her fingers in his hand when he realizes she asked him a question. Ozymandias lifts his head off hers slightly to look at her.]
Hm?
[He didn't hear the question. He'd been too focused on how she felt next to him, how warm she was.]
[The turnskin was very thankful indeed that she did not have to set one foot out in the quickening storm, holding many of the same opinions about the cold as her Bonded did. While she always found snow a beautiful sight, Sheva much preferred the view of it from the warmth and safety from indoors, which thankfully, Ozymandias has provided in excess.
She especially appreciates that he doesn't leave his sentinels out in this mess either, but he's always had a deep well of kindness for his sphinx, that's for certain. It's another perspective that they share, along with the heat that they're practically bathing in at the moment. Between the felines, the fire, the piles of blankets, and him, she's quite toasty. Oh, and the wine, which she's tipping the last of into her glass while wiggling her toes at the sphinx there.]
[While Sheva wiggles her toes, Prakash very stubbornly continues loafing. There's a little bit of an adjustment as he presses his weight down, but he does not yet start trying to subdue the feet beneath him. Now that he's heard the question, Ozymandias nods.]
Of course.
[There's a small pause before Ozymandias withdraws from her, taking his arm back so he can clean over to the unopened bottle. The sphinx in his lap stirs, pressing a paw against Ozymandias' stomach in an attempt to make him stay put. But it's useless. Ozymandias is already reaching, picking up the bottle by its neck and scoopng up the corkscrew. Wehem-Mesut huffs, clearly so put out by this nonsense.]
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[text] un: bandages
Date: 2019-10-10 11:22 pm (UTC)Would you be interested in donating blood for the vampires in town?
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Date: 2019-10-11 02:13 am (UTC)[The idea of folks drinking her blood from a glass, or a bag with a straw like a Capri Sun.]
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Date: 2019-10-11 11:20 pm (UTC)If you're interested in helping out, I'll be at the bar all evening.
['We' being the bar where he now works. He sends the address with the message.]
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Date: 2019-10-15 05:23 am (UTC)It just feels weird. I've never hesitated to donate blood before, but thinking about someone drinking it just...
Creepy.
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Date: 2019-12-26 06:46 am (UTC)[If Sheva recognizes the goddess depicted, she might recognize the lion-headed goddess as Sekhmet, a warrior, and healer in equal measure.]
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Date: 2019-12-28 04:08 am (UTC)Thank you so much for the lovely gift. It's stunning. I will have to show proper appreciation later.
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Date: 2019-12-27 06:12 pm (UTC)“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]
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Date: 2019-12-30 04:47 am (UTC)Wrap around an injury, and your chances of infection and regeneration are heightened. Should be good for at least a few hours, or until completely soaked through.
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Date: 2020-04-03 02:12 am (UTC)Decent, all things considered. How are you managing?
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Date: 2020-08-02 12:48 am (UTC)There is something I would like to discuss with you, but not over the Watches.
Can you stop by my mansion around 7 this evening? I should be available then myself.
[So, a small amount of deception it is. He knows she's unlikely to brush that off. Even if he doesn't tend to prefer the Watches by default, that he would say so explicitly is sure to pique her interest. And frankly, if that doesn't give her pause? He isn't quite sure what will.]
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Date: 2020-08-02 08:22 pm (UTC)It's exhausting, actually.
The receipt of his her Bond's text gives her pause, her curiosity piqued just as much as her general dislike for secrecy towards her. There's a meditative moment where she searches her bond, though her expression probably lends itself more towards possible constipation than anything. Someone tell her that's not how bonds work. Hilariously, she never looks strained while lining up a sniper shot.
Magic is still weird.]
Nothing bad I hope.
I am prepared to show up looking devastatingly delicious as a countermeasure to unwanted news.
[How much of that is teasing? Difficult to tell.]
I'm free then.
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Date: 2020-08-02 08:36 pm (UTC)I would hope you would consider that regardless of the nature of what I wish to discuss.
[He at least tries to alleviate any concern that she should be contemplating a potential undesirable outcome or conversation. Gods know it would not serve either of them well if she assumed every time he requested a private conversation with her that she should make that leap of logic.]
Do not be late.
[He's got magic on his side to ensure that things will be exactly as he intends them to be even if she's late, but it's the principle of the thing.]
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From:before the masquerade
Date: 2020-11-28 02:59 am (UTC)[Ozymandias kisses her before giving her shoulders a gentle nudge down toward the bench in front of his vanity. Said vanity is quite full but organized well enough that it does not appear cluttered. Bottles of scrubs, lotions, and perfumes occupy one area of the vanity with a small basin and towel at the ready for the next use while makeup and its respective brushes occupy the center. To the far right of the vanity, occupying the corner is a bit of an unusual vase. A statue of the goddess Hathor sits with a wide basin in her lap. Floating within it are fragrant lotuses, pink with honey gold centers.]
I would not allow you to leave this house looking anything less than radiant.
Re: before the masquerade
Date: 2020-11-28 06:51 am (UTC)[Honestly his beauty collection is far greater than her own, particularly because it's more of a special occasions sort of effort for her. The blessings of natural beauty and frequent field work.
Dressed in naught but a fancy robe for the time being, she moves to sit back in the offered chair, crossing her legs and arranging herself until she's comfortable. Her tail flicking to swat against the side of his calf before settling around his ankle.]
You know better than to attempt such a thing.
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Date: 2020-11-29 01:56 pm (UTC)Believe it or not, but it is not fear of your wrath that I would never attempt such a thing. It would be an impossible thing to mask your beauty.
[Ozymandias remains ever the smooth talker, but there's never a question of sincerity behind his praise. For starters, he has eyes. For another, he's laid enough claim and worship to every inch of her that there could never be a question of his appreciation for her natural beauty. He sets the brush down.]
No one shall be able to look at anyone else but you by the time I am through.
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From:Modranicht!
Date: 2020-12-20 02:38 am (UTC)The first is a fine silk scarf, with tawny gold patterns woven into the material not unlike the turnskin's coat when changed. It is in turn wrapped around a bottle of honey mead, which has a summery scent when popped open in contrast to the cold winter weather outside.
There is also a large cat toy left sitting in the living room: a rolling ball with some of Vex's shed dragon-feathers attached to it. Most definitely intended for
lionscertain flying kittens to enjoy!(Trinket has left Sheva a pot of honey. It is Unknown where it came from, but it's the thought that counts, right?) ]
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Date: 2020-12-20 10:02 pm (UTC)[The next may not seem like much of a gift to some. It is, after all, papers with the story of Sekhmet being sent on Earth to punish humanity for failing to follow ma'at and disobeying Ra. However, her rampage grew too great and she began overindulging in the slaughter. Ra, realizing his mistake, attempts to command her back, but she is too far gone. With little else that he might do to sate her bloodlust, Ra tricked her into indulging in beer dyed red by the juice of pomegranate. She then gorged herself on that "blood" until in her drunkenness, she fell asleep for several days. Upon waking, she had calmed herself once more and saw the god of creation, Ptah. Falling in love with him, their union brought about their son Nefertem, and thus restored ma'at through the creation of healing.]
[Except all of that is written in hieroglyphics with a few pictures depicting critical moments, and nary a translation in sight. She is just going to have to puzzle it out for herself.]
[The final package for her is a garment box, wrapped in gold paper. Opening it, there is a note atop the tissue paper placed to keep the gift hidden.]
A counterpoint to your argument better to be overdressed than under. You might consider it for our next private conversation.
[It's signed with his cartouche. Pulling back the layers of tissue of paper, she will find quite the selection within.]
[There are two smaller packages remaining, but neither are addressed to her. Rather, they are for her cats and contain some catmint mice for them to bat around as well as some festive collars for the season, enchanted so they do not teleport out of them.]
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Date: 2020-12-24 09:37 pm (UTC)Modranicht gift
Date: 2020-12-29 03:03 pm (UTC)Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
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Date: 2021-02-07 01:51 am (UTC)[They have little concern for that though here.]
[The storm hit before Sheva could leave, and Ozymandias wouldn't hear of her stepping out into it. Not that she needed much convincing to stay. Sheva shared equal distaste for the weather outside as Ozymandias did; an invitation to wait the storm out was probably what was hoped for over being allowed to step outside. Especially when not even Ozymandias' sentinels are made to sit out there like that. The beasts instead have their own fireplace to curl up in front of, making his study inaccessible.]
[And so, this is how they managed to camp out in front of the fire in the living room. Pillows litter the floor for sitting or laying upon as they please, blankets to add to the warmth with his sphinx cubs to more or less pin them into place. (Wehem-Mesut currently has Ozymandias with his head in his lap while Prakash has turned himself into a small loaf across Sheva's feet.)There's a bottle of wine that's been nearly emptied, another on stand-by. None of the lights are on, allowing the warm glow of the fireplace to provide them with all the light they need. At first, they were simply in each other's company, Ozymandias busying himself with work while Sheva played with the kittens, but gradually things came to a lull, and they ended up close to one another with everything set aside.]
[Ozymandias keeps his arm wrapped around her shoulders, idly playing with her fingers in his hand when he realizes she asked him a question. Ozymandias lifts his head off hers slightly to look at her.]
Hm?
[He didn't hear the question. He'd been too focused on how she felt next to him, how warm she was.]
Re: early feoveuer when it's snowing like a motherfucker outside
Date: 2021-02-07 03:14 am (UTC)She especially appreciates that he doesn't leave his sentinels out in this mess either, but he's always had a deep well of kindness for his sphinx, that's for certain. It's another perspective that they share, along with the heat that they're practically bathing in at the moment. Between the felines, the fire, the piles of blankets, and him, she's quite toasty. Oh, and the wine, which she's tipping the last of into her glass while wiggling her toes at the sphinx there.]
I asked if you could open the other bottle.
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Date: 2021-02-07 04:22 am (UTC)Of course.
[There's a small pause before Ozymandias withdraws from her, taking his arm back so he can clean over to the unopened bottle. The sphinx in his lap stirs, pressing a paw against Ozymandias' stomach in an attempt to make him stay put. But it's useless. Ozymandias is already reaching, picking up the bottle by its neck and scoopng up the corkscrew. Wehem-Mesut huffs, clearly so put out by this nonsense.]
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