[She struggled briefly against the magic holding her wrists to the wall, but it wasn't any real resistance. Her heart pounded in her chest, abd Ianthe turned her head to rest her cheek against the wall. She acutely felt Yennefer's absence, the loss of warmth.]
Good. Yeah... I'll be good. Must be good.
[She closed her eyes, nodding, and tried to control her breathing. Every nerve was alive with the torture they put themselves through. It was amazing. Swallowing, Ianthe spoke in a thickened voice.]
[ she makes a point to school her voice into something more controlled, almost unaffected, but one skim over the surface of her thoughts would be enough to inform ianthe that she's anything but at the moment.
still, if she knows anything about maintaining control, about curbing certain impulses, these are lessons that go all the way back to when she was a novice at aretuza, and she won't let herself be so easily cowed now — no matter how appealing ianthe might look.
what might make her soften a little more, in the end, is the name ianthe uses for her — the name that no one else has called her here, at least since her arrival. ]
Mm. [ a pause, and then: ] Anyone ever told you you're a bad influence?
[ she does breathe a sigh though, through her nose, as ianthe drops a kiss to the top of her head, her own hands coming up to gently clutch within the crook of the younger woman's arms and hold.
it's a choice, to bask in a moment like this one, instead of immediately pulling away. it's a choice yennefer makes specifically where ianthe is concerned. ]
[Ianthe took advantage of the half foot of height she had on Yennefer to rub her cheek against the sorceress' temple - something like an affectionate nuzzle.]
Mm. Alright. Sometimes. It was today.
[An indulgent pause, lingering in the contact, before:] Wine?
[ she exhales it almost on a chuckle, a relieved sound, her fingers squeezing ianthe's arms for a lingering beat before withdrawing too, and she might look a little more flushed compared to when she first arrived. ]
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Good. Yeah... I'll be good. Must be good.
[She closed her eyes, nodding, and tried to control her breathing. Every nerve was alive with the torture they put themselves through. It was amazing. Swallowing, Ianthe spoke in a thickened voice.]
Thank you, Yen.
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[ she makes a point to school her voice into something more controlled, almost unaffected, but one skim over the surface of her thoughts would be enough to inform ianthe that she's anything but at the moment.
still, if she knows anything about maintaining control, about curbing certain impulses, these are lessons that go all the way back to when she was a novice at aretuza, and she won't let herself be so easily cowed now — no matter how appealing ianthe might look.
what might make her soften a little more, in the end, is the name ianthe uses for her — the name that no one else has called her here, at least since her arrival. ]
Mm. [ a pause, and then: ] Anyone ever told you you're a bad influence?
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[Ianthe chuckled a little before testing to see if she could pull herself away from the wall.]
How am I a bad influence on you?
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[ tempted into succumbing. tempted to use her power to simply break the chastity device and give them both what they wanted.
another moment passes before yennefer's fingers twitch at her sides and the flows of air holding ianthe to the wall suddenly dissipate. ]
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But isn't it so good to stop just short? To push to the very edge just to say 'No'?
[Tying the sash, Ianthe drew close to Yennefer so she could press a kiss to the top of her head.]
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[ she does breathe a sigh though, through her nose, as ianthe drops a kiss to the top of her head, her own hands coming up to gently clutch within the crook of the younger woman's arms and hold.
it's a choice, to bask in a moment like this one, instead of immediately pulling away. it's a choice yennefer makes specifically where ianthe is concerned. ]
Not always.
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Mm. Alright. Sometimes. It was today.
[An indulgent pause, lingering in the contact, before:] Wine?
🎀 !
[ she exhales it almost on a chuckle, a relieved sound, her fingers squeezing ianthe's arms for a lingering beat before withdrawing too, and she might look a little more flushed compared to when she first arrived. ]
Maybe the whole bottle.