MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

[loveskulls]

Welcome, sluts! Feel free to use this post to mingle to your heart's delight for this month's event! Remember to post the outcome of all match-ups HERE on the plotting post! The bracket will be updated as results roll in, so keep an eye on that in the coming days as well.

Happy fucking!

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[takenblack]

[She glances at the door. It's time. Taking a deep breath, hoping for the best, and smiling on the exhale, she leans against the wall in what she hopes is a somewhat sultry pose.]

[In a sing-song:] Come in!

[Sirius will be treated to the slight of a woman in her change of clothes from home—a very fashionable mage's coat and accessories, all black—albeit with more feline aspects, such as her casually twitching lion tail, perked ears, and her pointy-toothed smile.]

[blackdogstar]

[Invitation gratefully taken. Sirius is already unwinding his scarf in a way he imagines is somewhat sultry when he actually turns his eyes up to Yinh.

And stops.

And stares.]

Woah, are those real? [He means the tail and the ears.] Did the magic here give you those?

[He temporarily forgot all about being sexy.]

[takenblack]

What- [The abandonment of sexiness is mutual. She nearly stumbles as she rights herself and looks down in confusion, searching for whatever it is he sees. Yenh also tries looking at her own back.]

What do you mean? What is it?

[blackdogstar]

[So much skill going on here. Sirius steps forward and indicates first her ears, by holding his own hands up to his head like they were ears, and then pointing at her tail.]

Those! The ears, and the tail! Is that magic? It's brilliant!

[Hopefully his eager grin reassures her. Could he get his animagus form back?]

[takenblack]

[A little bit more blinking, and then her expression softens. Confusion cleared, she takes in her "opponent" and his good-spirited excitement. She shakes her head. He's a man, but only barely. To her advantage that he may be so young and eager, she hopes.]

No, not magic. I'm a miqo'te. Another race of Man, like you.

[blackdogstar]

[Probably to her advantage, yes.]

Brilliant. I don't think we've got those, where I'm from.

[This place is so cool, even if he doesn't have his magic.]

Back home some wizards could turn into full-on animals. I was one of 'em, before Mistress stripped my magic away. So I got a bit excited. Anyway.

[Clears his throat. So much for being suave. Maybe he can use this to his advantage. Play the cute eagerness up,]

[takenblack]

[She grins through deciding not to ask the "are you a demon" question. That's not why they're here at all, and plus, he strikes her as too harmless to be one.]

[Yenh walks toward him, her tail swishing with a careful attempt at grace as she looks him up and down. She wishes he had a few more years on him—but he's at least handsome enough. Not that looks are the point, but they never hurt.]

[She stands a bit closer than one would expect a newly-met stranger to, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.]

I know your pain, friend. I, too, have been stripped of my magic.

[blackdogstar]

[He probably wouldn't even be offended by it. He's been called worse things, with far more malice. He'd be more offended by being considered harmless, actually.]

Well then,

[He returns the up-and-down look, smirking and shedding his cloak.]

Perhaps when we are done being competitors we will be allies against the Mistress' attempts to keep us down, then.

[takenblack]

[Good, he isn't nervous. Or if he is, Yenh considers herself fooled. Instead of immediately stripping, she brushes her leather-clad fingertips along his jawline, giving him a smile.]

Ah, that would be lovely. [She stands on her toes, placing a peck on his lips.] But for now, I'm more interested in which of us can keep the other down.

this is ancient and u can ignore it im gomen

[blackdogstar]

[He is incredibly nervous. But he also cares deeply about putting on appearances, and is a very, very good actor. Hopefully he won't flub something and give away his nerves.

He rumbles something much like a purr in his chest at the feel of leather on his face, and his smirk becomes a smile.]

Ah, yes, of course. First we must face each other in sensuous combat.

[Someone make him stop trying so hard. Please.

He reaches for her hand, and very slowly, glancing between what he's doing and her face, he slips the glove off of her hand. With much brushing of fingers, and taking his time.]