[Just a note for all and sundry: Astrelle is not the Warrior of Light, she is a coinmistress and a person who chases you down when you don't pay your duties and taxes. LOL.]
↳ { i. And as long as you stay intoxicated; open to all; cw: alcohol }
[ With the finishing up of the schooling, over the last few weeks, and returning to normal, Astrelle was almost excited to be stuffed into a beautiful gown(?) and a tiara of bronze and emerald green paste stones. The color turned her already emerald green eyes even greener, which pleased both the Elezen and the lady's maid her butler had asked to help her dress. Modesty, the aptly named maid, had been nearly beside herself with excitement as she decorated Astrelle. It reminded her of the maid her Lord Father insisted she use on visits to the manor. Astrelle was tall, had a lovely and long column of milk-white neck, and the elegant proportions natural for her people. To say she was practically made to drape pretty things on was an understatement.
Still, the thought stung when she worried about who might be missing her at home, uncertain of her whereabouts in an already fraught time. She tried not to think of it overmuch as she was escorted into the venue and rested herself at the edge of the party. A servant provided her a small glass of green liquid. Astrelle looked over her shoulder (and down a bit, she was very tall) and smiled. ]
I am not really one to drink. In fact, I'm very poor at it. Do you think it would be unbecoming to pretend to sip this and hide it away somewhere?
↳ { ii. I'll keep beating your heart until I break it, because you can take it; open to all; cw: nudity }
[ Astrelle had gone into the greenhouse because why wouldn't she? Greenhouses were rare enough in most places, but even she went to one for the first time at her father's estate, marveling at how warm it was within despite the absolutely frigid weather without. And she hadn't been disappointed, either, as she meandered about the miniature forest. It was a good deal larger and more impressive than the one Astrelle had been to, and the scent of the flowers was absolutely lovely.
But it was hot. Uncomfortably so, even wearing as few layers as she was (indeed, she wore more at home in Gridania). The coolness of the water beckoned Astrelle further, and the little bit of alcohol she had imbibed had pressed her forward. Wouldn't it be absolutely lovely to slip into the waters for just a little while?
Of course it would be.]
Hello? Seems empty enough...
[ Astrelle looked around and slipped off her dress, her stockings, their green ribbon garters, until she was in little more than what the Twelve had blessed her with upon her birth. Byblow as she was. Tucking these items away where she could fetch them quickly (and unaware of the peevish naiad spirit to hide things), Astrelle turned and walked into the water until she was simply a becrowned head above the surface. ]
Oh, this is lovely, very lovely!
↳ { iii. I'll play you like a slow song; open to all; NSFW - aphro }
[ She was lucky that her clothing hadn't been carried away by a tricky little river nymph. Astrelle was damp and a little abashed, but that was fine. It was just a bit of time before she found her way out of the greenhouse and back to the Grand Crescent.
Pheme seemed unreasonable enough to make a butterfly a messenger. So Astrelle followed along until she was feeling... odd. Warmer than usual. Heat fluttered wherever the butterflies had landed or brushed past her skin. She leaned against a tree and pants softly.
Her large green eyes are bright, their pupils blown. The pale pink of her painted lips had worn off over the night, and were now a hot, deep red. A blush crawls across her cheek. She needs... something. Touch, touch that isn't her own. ]
P-pardon me... if you wouldn't mind, would you touch me?
↳ { iv. Wildcard; open to all }
[ Nothing here exciting you? Let's wildcard it. You can find me on Discord and on plurk @ sentralia, but I'll respond faster on discord. ]
Astrelle Rainier | Final Fantasy XIV
↳ { i. And as long as you stay intoxicated; open to all; cw: alcohol }
[ With the finishing up of the schooling, over the last few weeks, and returning to normal, Astrelle was almost excited to be stuffed into a beautiful gown(?) and a tiara of bronze and emerald green paste stones. The color turned her already emerald green eyes even greener, which pleased both the Elezen and the lady's maid her butler had asked to help her dress. Modesty, the aptly named maid, had been nearly beside herself with excitement as she decorated Astrelle. It reminded her of the maid her Lord Father insisted she use on visits to the manor. Astrelle was tall, had a lovely and long column of milk-white neck, and the elegant proportions natural for her people. To say she was practically made to drape pretty things on was an understatement.
Still, the thought stung when she worried about who might be missing her at home, uncertain of her whereabouts in an already fraught time. She tried not to think of it overmuch as she was escorted into the venue and rested herself at the edge of the party. A servant provided her a small glass of green liquid. Astrelle looked over her shoulder (and down a bit, she was very tall) and smiled. ]
I am not really one to drink. In fact, I'm very poor at it. Do you think it would be unbecoming to pretend to sip this and hide it away somewhere?
↳ { ii. I'll keep beating your heart until I break it, because you can take it; open to all; cw: nudity }
[ Astrelle had gone into the greenhouse because why wouldn't she? Greenhouses were rare enough in most places, but even she went to one for the first time at her father's estate, marveling at how warm it was within despite the absolutely frigid weather without. And she hadn't been disappointed, either, as she meandered about the miniature forest. It was a good deal larger and more impressive than the one Astrelle had been to, and the scent of the flowers was absolutely lovely.
But it was hot. Uncomfortably so, even wearing as few layers as she was (indeed, she wore more at home in Gridania). The coolness of the water beckoned Astrelle further, and the little bit of alcohol she had imbibed had pressed her forward. Wouldn't it be absolutely lovely to slip into the waters for just a little while?
Of course it would be.]
Hello? Seems empty enough...
[ Astrelle looked around and slipped off her dress, her stockings, their green ribbon garters, until she was in little more than what the Twelve had blessed her with upon her birth. Byblow as she was. Tucking these items away where she could fetch them quickly (and unaware of the peevish naiad spirit to hide things), Astrelle turned and walked into the water until she was simply a becrowned head above the surface. ]
Oh, this is lovely, very lovely!
↳ { iii. I'll play you like a slow song; open to all; NSFW - aphro }
[ She was lucky that her clothing hadn't been carried away by a tricky little river nymph. Astrelle was damp and a little abashed, but that was fine. It was just a bit of time before she found her way out of the greenhouse and back to the Grand Crescent.
Pheme seemed unreasonable enough to make a butterfly a messenger. So Astrelle followed along until she was feeling... odd. Warmer than usual. Heat fluttered wherever the butterflies had landed or brushed past her skin. She leaned against a tree and pants softly.
Her large green eyes are bright, their pupils blown. The pale pink of her painted lips had worn off over the night, and were now a hot, deep red. A blush crawls across her cheek. She needs... something. Touch, touch that isn't her own. ]
P-pardon me... if you wouldn't mind, would you touch me?
↳ { iv. Wildcard; open to all }
[ Nothing here exciting you? Let's wildcard it. You can find me on Discord and on plurk @