not_that_shady | Memeboxing

[A curious glance back turns into a sidelong smile.]

It's charged to cling to me because of my powers. I can dispel it at any time of course.

[She moves a little nearer, to pick up conversation.]

Hm, and here I was thinking it was either possibly two-tonal skin, or perhaps actual shadow. [Ever one to invade personal space, Altalita brushes her fingertips lazily over a portion of the black, curious as to what it feels like.]

It IS shadow.

[She doesn't move to respond to the touch, her arm still resting on the table as she takes another drink. As such, the "fabric" is filmy, dense, very opaque, and a little chilled to the touch.]

Tempered shadow.

Ah! Very interesting. Alas, the magic I know doesn't quite allow me to wear oh-so-deliciously-clingy shadows. Though a part of me is curious if this could be applied to someone else, I will admit that much, at least.

[Indeed, intrigued enough to be curious. Altalita's touch is soft, warm. Light, and while done without expressed-aloud permission, it's not precisely invasive either. She sips her drink with her other hand, thoughtful.]

Mmhmn, I wouldn't know. Depends on your magic.

[She leans forward a little.]

Although we could find out, if you're interested...

[The forward leaning earns a quick up and down glance of Altalita's eyes, with a slow, slow smile following]

Needless to say, sweet Midna, you've got my curiosity piqued. How shall we go about this, or should we, perhaps, take shameless advantage that we're here alone? [Grinning, playful, mischievous, and as always, a touch flirtatious all at once. One hand toying with the low, open collar of her robe-esque top]

You know my name?

[She doesn't seem particularly worried about this, only puzzled. She takes up a portion of the woman's sleeve, toying with the silk.]

Well... can you at least tell me yours first then?

[Ah, that's what one gets for revealing a little much of the hand a little too quickly. She grins, though, quickly covering the mild accident with a flourishing gesture with her other hand as she speaks--not moving the one with the sleeve Midna's toying with.]

My name is Altalita Bastion. [She gives a sweeping motion of her arm, and an incline of her head, not a full bow, given the way she's lounging, but certainly close enough as she can get without getting up. ~~Like y'know. A normal person.~~]

[The silk is smooth, soft, and only as warm as Altalita's body temperature. Airy, easy enough to keep one comfortable even when everything's at its warmest.]

Altalita. A nice name.

Now... what was that you were saying about taking advantage of our solitude here?

[The fingers on her sleeve travel up to the wide, deep neckline of her kimono, toying with it now instead.]

[Altalita shifted her position on the lounge, allowing for easier toying without having to stretch for it too much. To y'know. Make facilitating feeling the smooth silk easier.]

Mmmm, thank you, dear. [Murmured lazily, as she continues, giving off a lazy stretch and soft groan as she did resettle] I was mainly thinking of clothing shenanigans. Mainly. As I wasn't terribly sure of how far you'd want to take rather shameless advantage of our solitude in an empty lounge.

[Yeah, that was pretty much admitting there are no innocent thoughts here. Ever.]

How about... we finish our drinks, and see where it goes?

[She grins] Of course~, one can never forget their drinks.

Though you seem equally curious about my outfit as well, I'll admit. [A glance to meet Midna's eyes, grin not fading, playful.]

I am. What is it?

[She lightly traces her fingertip not-quite-exclusively along the fabric around her collarbone. Huh. She's never felt silk before?]

[Altalita quirks an eyebrow, leaning again for easier access as she sips her drink] This~ [A flourishy gesture with a billowing sleeve] Would be silk. One of the greatest materials I find myself wearing because of how comfortable it is~

It's very pretty. And it does look very comfortable.

[She playfully tugs once at the loosened neckline, just gently, to make her point.]

[The neckline's easily loosened, given the fact that it's a robe-like top--it hangs loosely on her body as it is, tying closed at the waist and hanging to just at her knees with the aforementioned web-and-leaves design in gold over the field of very subtly shiny black.]

Mmmm, then perhaps a trade is in order, you think? To... [Vague, so-on-and-so-forth type gesture with one hand, finishing her current glass of whatever booze-o-hol she happened to be drinking] Satisfy mutual curiosities?

[Grinning, impish and playful, mischief playing in her piercing blue eyes]

I think that's a wonderful idea. [She drinks of her own glass, then after considering it a bit throws the last of it back. She's a lady.]

Mmhmn, now then... your space, or mine?

Hmmm. Both certainly have their merits, although if you're really curious about silk clothing, mine would be much, much more convenient, to say nothing of the wide variety of clothing I happen to possess. [She makes a so-on-and-so-forth type of gesture with one hand, shifting to sit up slightly]

Just a question, however, I am not as familiar with your race as I'd like. Does bright light bother you in the slightest, sweet? The portals I generate tend to produce a bit of it.

It... does. [How did she know?] But my cloak ought to protect me as long as it isn't as bright as the sun or doesn't last long...

[In truth? It was a guess from Midna's coloring and the concealing cloak, and the fact that her magic uses shadows as a basis, and it was pretty obviously a part of who she was. Just because the Seer Sees All, doesn't mean she always uses her powers as a regular cheat sheet.]

Mmmm, shouldn't be too much brighter than the lights in here, just enough to be noticeable, really.

[First on the agenda, however, was a shamelessly lazy stretch that not only served the purpose of stretching, but placing her glass on a table for the waitstaff to retrieve at some point of the vicinity of eventually, then she actually sat up with a small sigh, raking her fingers through her ridiculously long hair to straighten it a bit from laying down, tugging on her shoes, and standing with a lazy grin.]

Then let us be off, then, dear.

[Altalita then turned slightly to begin casting the spell, a murmured poetic bit, ending with 'and take us where we're fated to be, I call on thee, the Summoning Gate!' is when the portal appears. It's not bright, but she was wise to be cautious nonetheless: The portal forms out of lightning. Energy crackling in the air to form a disk with a diameter wider than Midna was tall. At the edge of said disk were runic symbols of a long dead language, also formed of lightning. Glowing--though not intensely bright--and buzzing quietly in the air with an electrical hum and faint smell of ozone, a darkened room--though obviously lit up by the portal--could be seen on the other side through it.]

And this, of course, sweet, was why I asked. But after you, mademoiselle~

[With a departing smirk, she passes through the portal and into the darkness. The first thing she relieves herself of us her hood, long hair falling in a red-orange cascade behind her.]

[And Altalita grinned right back as she stepped through the portal as well. The one on the opposing side was very much the same, just reversed. With a snap of her fingers, it winked shut. With the portal's light gone, the room was a dimly lit parlor, with, of course, a couple of chairs and the requisite chaise lounge. A large table was nearby, with a large cloth covering it.]

[It was clearly the inside of an old, spacious mansion, though one might wonder about her living by herself in such a large place. Altalita stretches lazily again, as she stepped up beside the taller, blue-er Midna] Mm, lovely hair, too~

Now, how shall we pull off this clothes-swap, dear? [Grinning, in a clearly playful mood, still]

Well, we could depart to different rooms with armfuls of each other's clothes...

[The look on her face implies a continuation of "but where's the fun in that?" She shifts closer and loops an arm with hers playfully.]

It IS your mansion. Lead the way.

[Oh, Midna, she likes you and your attitude. Altalita grins, leaning into the taller woman a touch and noting the coolness she's feeling with Midna's skin.]

Well, it would certainly go much, much faster if we're both in the same room~ And my clothes are all in my bedroom closet anyway.

[And lo, she leads the way, occasionally brushing her hip against Midna's side lightly]

[Altalita's bedroom, since her writer's doing a lot of describing today, is, simply put? Decadently large. With an impressively huge four poster bed dominating the center of the room against one wall. The closet was obvious, next to an equally decadent and large bathroom.]

[Altalita then stretched lazily, sliding off her shoes as she sat on the bed with a playful grin, leaning back on one hand as she crossed her legs.] Mmmm, ta-da, dear~

[The hand she wasn't leaning on toyed with the sash holding her robe closed, sort of only giving a halfway effort to untying it.]

[It's but a simple motion Midna makes to slide her cloak off, and it pools at her feet in a shadowy mass. She slinks to the bed and half-crawls onto it...]

Mmn, care for a little help?

[She crawls her way over her legs, slender blue hand taking to untying that sash for her...]

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Thaaaat was a derp on my part. We'll just run with it.

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Sorry for the delay!

delays are fine! It's not like I'm lightning fast myself atm.

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