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 Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 8:24 pm
The blue haired knife thrower of the Asteroid Circus was certainly not practicing or resting or studying or doing really anything she should've been doing.
The tall and lanky girl was still in costume from a show finished hours ago as she snuck along the circus tents looking for a specific someone, although when stopped she proceeded to act casual and unclip one of the bone knives from her belt and try to balance it on her finger, nonchalantly humming. Whistling innocently had never been a talent of hers, but she tried.
But eventually she found her target, and glancing over one tanned shoulder with a smug smirk, just to double check if anyone was watching, she threw the tent open with a flourish and clasped the canvas closed behind her, crooked and self assured grin remaining as she looked on the dressing room of her fellow performer.
"You smell nice tonight."
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:04 pm
Alone in the tent was a light skinned, fair haired woman in several layers of elaborate robes. Relaxing in her downtime, she sat upon an array of cushions and furs while her fingers ran through her long, silver, wavy hair to unbind it from the ties that previous bound it. It was a tedious process but she took great care in doing so, an act that seemed to put great significance on the value she placed on her hair.
A soft smile spread across her face as she heard gentle and familiar footsteps outside of her tent. She appeared serene but she could feel her heart beating more furiously inside the walls of her chest and she longed for what was arriving that her fingers locked themselves within her weaves as the curtains of the tent flew upon and then were also closed tightly behind her visitor.
"I thank you earnestly," she said politely but something lingered in the tone of her voice as it shifted. Her smile grew softer as anticipation faded with confirmation. In private, this wasn't Eunomia-ja. In private, the formalities that guided the social structure of her people were lost to the winds that carried it. Respect had not lost its place though, and soon the layers of fabric moved as their host rose from her place on the ground.
"Disa," she whispered affectionately as her grey eyes raised to meet her visitor's own. Catching sight of them, she found her fingers sliding through her hair again, and then playfully sliding a section of it behind her ear as she stepped closer to her companion.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 9:05 pm
Disa was not nearly as soft and delicate as Cielys in any manner. Eunomians were hard and boisterous people who always acted too familial than they should when in the company of others. They were hardened mountain people who mined and scaled cliffs for survival.
But personal matters were different. As a senshi she was considered too important and too busy to be pursuing anything like a romance, especially with a trade partner. A female trade partner. So Disa visited her object of affection in secrecy and if they were caught?
They were just innocently discussing her next act, that's all.
Obviously some people caught on, but so far no one had ratted Disa out to the Eunomian regime. These were easy, childish times, traveling with the circus.
There was a huge contrast with Cielys' quiet and graceful way of moving and speaking as Disa bounded forward with a brash laugh. "I was watching you practice earlier," She informed her as her blue eyes did a quick scan of the shapes and soft lines of her figure to eventually settle on resting her forehead and nose on the other girl's. Disa was blatantly grinning like and idiot.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 10:21 am
On the asteroid Psyche, Cielys was treated very delicately and very respectfully. Believing that she was akin to a God, her people kept her at a distance out of respect. They admired her during ceremonies for her beauty but no one dared to ever approach her because wrongful actions against her would suffer great consequences. Crimes against Psyche were a crime against the asteroid itself and the punishment for that came in the form of being sentenced to death at Svartalfheim.
This meant keeping her private affairs private, especially when Psycheans were already concerned about their Mountain God participating in something as ludicrous as a circus act. If the Ministers of the Holy City of Jane could see what Psyche had on during her shows, they'd probably drop dead in the tent from a heart attack. This meant there were absolutely no shows on Psyche. Ever. And Cielys preferred it that way. If they wanted to go home, then it would be during her time off.
"Disa!" A meek voice rang with surprise before a soft laughter followed it.
Soft cheeks found themselves a new tint as Disa pressed her forehead and nose against Cielys' own. This colour only brightened more when she mentioned her practice earlier. It was impossible to do a show, let alone practice, in her normal attire and that meant wearing much less than normal attire. Couldn't Thetis have made the outfit a little less revealing? That's what she got for leaving costume coordination to a cat.
"How was I?" She asked, her eyes glancing downward from Disa's for a moment. What she really wanted to know was if Disa enjoyed it.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 1:29 pm
"I think you need to stick your landing with a little more force," Disa said, acting critical for half a second before laughing and twisting her fingers gently in a few loose strands of Cielys' hair.
Soon she had her fingers at the base of the back of her head as she nudged her cheek with her nose. “Your practice outfit wasn’t half bad, though,” She teased.
She planted a firm smooch on her cheek before pulling away and stretching her arms over her head, casual about the hit-and-run maneuver. “I’m due back home after our next city. Seasonal rituals require my presence. You gonna miss me?” She asked flopping down in a seat and making herself right at home in Cielys’ space.
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