The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Tanna]

A bit more interest blooms in the woman's eyes and she turns to face Marian full one. Which causes her robe to slip a bit and reveal that she's got a barbed whip on her hip, along with a pair of wands on the other. "Are you now?" she asks slowly, seeming to consider the merikos elf's sincerity. "Tanna," she adds, offering a hand. "I hope it's a pleasure to meet you."

[Marian Hawke]

"Mary," she says, taking the woman's hand and lifting it to her mouth to kiss. "The pleasure's mine, I assure you." 

[Tanna]

Her skin tastes like salt, spice and sin. "Not yet," Tanna whispers softly, twisting her hand to cup Marian's chin. "But perhaps you can earn it." Her tone is both a challenge and a promise, her pale silver eyes deep and filled with a kind of hunger.

[Marian Hawke]

Her hunger is met with Marian's own -- as she meets the woman's eyes, she seems almost to sense something about her, some small piece of what the woman is, what she can offer. Her own eyes waken, and her tongue darts just to wet her lips. In that moment, she vows to do whatever it takes to prove herself. Whatever it takes.

"Perhaps you can make some recommendations, and we can study together?" she asks, her voice husky. "I've a lot to catch up on, you see."

[Tanna]

Oooh, so ready for ripening... This might be just the thing to make my work less tedious. Hobbies are good for the... soul, no? "I think perhaps I can..." Without looking away from Marian, she pulls a book from the shelf and presses it to the girl's hand, then takes one from the basket she has and gives that as well. "Read those and if you're... still interested in studying together, met for for tea at the shop near the blue and white fountain, near the down gate. Tomorrow, noon." Her grip on Marian's chin tightens, preventing her from moving as she darts in to brush her lips against the merikos elf's own lips. Smirking, she pulls away, leaving the taste of summer berries, cinnamon and something darker behind. "Ta," she singsongs, moving to leave while Marian is dazed.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian stands there for a while, watching the space where the woman vanished, tasting the berries and cinnamon on her lips. 

On the way home, she stops at a tea shop, and buys the closest thing to that scent she can find.

[Carver Amell]

Beth can tell Carver's upset; he doesn't get flustered or even seem to think twice about stripping down to his boxers before wading into the hot spring to soak with his sister, his girlfriend, and his sister's girlfriend. Doubly so when he belts his knife to his bare waist before wading in, taking the blade with him.

He doesn't look at anyone; he finds a rock shelf near the shore, where he can sit without being in over his head, and sinks down onto it, barely noticing the hot water on the hot day. It's not that much warmer, after all, and when he comes out, he'll feel cooler for the relaxing soak.

Shiori hesitates, hanging back near the shore, not undressing yet, keeping an eye on Carver and one on Beth.

[Bethany]

Beth strips naked without a second thought, not caring about what that might imply or about letting Merrill see her nude. Shisou has already seen her in just her knickers, the human perhaps pushing a little faster than she should in the unconcious desire to replace certain touches with ones she's asked for. Tossing her clothes behind her in a messy pile, she wades over to her twin, wincing at the heat. "Carver... can I please have that knife?" she asks in a low, trembling voice. 

[Merrill]

Despite not having gotten a full explanation, Merrill quickly follows suit, meaning she's able to catch Beth's plea. What? Does she- is she afraid that- but- 

[Carver Amell]

"No," says Carver quietly, closing his eyes. One hand floats protectively over the knife, ready to stop her if she grabs for it; the other rests on his leg, as he takes deep breaths, trying to relax, to get the last of the shaky, broken feeling out of his chest.

[Shisou]

Shisou settles onto the shore, bare feet trailing in the water. I just... can't. Not right now. Not without transforming.

[Bethany]

"Carver please," she begs. "You- we're safe here. You don't- you don't need a weapon to defend us." 

[Merrill]

"What's going on?" Merrill asks, voice a whisper but words coming smoothly. She's too worried, too focused on Carver, to be nervous or self-conscious right now. It's a shame that she's also too focused to notice how she's talking, it might do her some good.

[Carver Amell]

"You know what I want," he says, just as quietly, just as firmly. 

[Bethany]

"And you know what it does to me," Beth says, voice cracking. "Please... try something else? Scream, throw things, curse and spit... gods, anything. Pour it into something else." She can't bring herself to suggest her own method, sex, given... well. Maybe Merrill could... no, I couldn't ask someone to- no. It's too close to... And I'm not sure if they're even close to that yet.