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The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

Started by Marian Hawke, Dec 13, 2018, 07:17 pm

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Marian Hawke

She stills a moment, a soft whine coming from her throat. "Holy?"
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Zevran

"Holy," Zevran says firmly. "Sex, for me, is prayer. It's a thanks, a honor,  a gift, a treasure. And not just to or from Ciren, but with my lover. Or lovers."
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Marian Hawke

She whines a little, swallowing. "That feels... right, somehow. I remember this. Sex is... Power."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Zevran

"It... can be," Zevran allows. "Remember it from where?"
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Marian Hawke

"I-- I don't know. But it's true. More true than -- Sex is power. Sex is control. Sex is freedom. Sex is knowledge, is family, is love. Sex is at the root of everything, because sex is life and life is who we are."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Zevran

"I think I know what kind of fiend blood you have," Zevran says after a moment. 
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Marian Hawke

Marian turns, startled, blinking. "Oh," she says quietly. "That's... oh. I-- I don't-- I think-- I'm sorry," she stammers, pulling free of him entirely. 
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Zevran

"Hey, hey hey," Zevran says gently, patting at the air in front of him. "That's a good thing, Pup. If you are to have a... sinful instinct, then lust is far better than cruelty or rage, no?"
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Marian Hawke

She shakes her head. "No. No, I'm not -- I'm not ready. I can't-- I'm not ready for this. I tried, I wanted-- but I keep seeing-- and now I have these urges I can't fulfill and-- I'm going flying. I can't-- I'm going flying. I need to get out of my head." 

So saying, she backs out of the tent, stepping out of her trousers as she does so, leaving only her panties covering her body. 
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Zevran

And those only briefly, as the tail slips under them and pushes them down her legs in one very smooth motion that doesn't impede her stride at all. That was impressive, a part of Zevran can't help but notice as he rises. "It will heal," he calls after her. "Never all the way, but it will heal."
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Marian Hawke

She nods, but doesn't answer as she launches herself into the sky. Gods. I hope so.
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Isabela

Isabela pauses, dealing out cards to Varric and Helene. "Don't turn around," she advises Varric. "Marian's gone flying again."
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

Varric

"...why does that get a warning about--" Varric cuts himself, eyes closing. "She's partially undressed, isn't she?"

Haliel Lightsong

"No, not partially," Haliel replies, eyes following Marian with concern. I wish I could follow her there. I wish I could keep up with her.
I am the Light of My Soul.

Isabela

"Girl is stark-ass naked," confirms Isabela. "I guess things went badly?"
"Our mistakes make us who we are"

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