1. Xenovia

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Xenovia hummed, pleased by Tilda's response. Had to make sure. For all her warmth and playful spirit, the Deva was not one to revel in another's discomfort. Unless that another happened to be a complete and utter scrote. 'There it is,' she purred, leaning into Tilda, enjoying the closeness, and...
  2. Xenovia

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    'Oh, do you now?' So, Lady von Hammersmark had her connections? Good. Arm in arm, Xenovia continued to follow Tilda's lead. The Theatre District's main thoroughfares were always busy. The path to the King's Theatre doubly so. 'This guy you know... friend of yours?' Smiling, the Deva let her eyes...
  3. Xenovia

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Xenovia nodded, let Tilda guide her along, a nervous energy fuelling her steps. The chrysanthemum sure was keen. Xen liked that, how it made her feel about herself. She was excited, too, and couldn't help stealing glances at her date, every now and then. 'You really think so?' She smiled...
  4. Xenovia

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    Old habits were the worst. Especially when they made you look a fool in front of your date. 'Sorry, sorry, I was miles away!' Relaxing, the tension escaping her in a release of breathe, Xenovia smiled at Tilda's remark. 'Oh, please! You've a face so fine it could cut diamonds,' she purred, amber...
  5. Xenovia

    Private The Kingfisher's Dive

    It was a short walk from the Serpent's Still to the Theatre District. Thirty minutes or so. Enough to warm up without breaking a sweat. But not long enough to figure out what I'm going to say to her, the Deva sighed, hands in her pockets as she strolled along city streets hewn from cobblestone...
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  6. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    'A sentiment we both share.' The hand on her bare shoulder radiated warmth, and Xenovia found herself smiling back, her good mood shining through the cut of her teeth. 'Apologies,' she said. 'Nearly sent you flying arse over tit. Not the best way to start one's afternoon, granted.' Reaching...
  7. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Was she? Xenovia didn't think so. 'Tonight, then.' She smiled, fangs bared in genuine delight. Looking from Mariel to Maevyth, the Deva laughed, pleased to see her joy reflected in faces she had come to love. 'I should probably go get ready,' she said, another Crown losing its shine in quick...
  8. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    'You and I, a show.' Xenovia nodded, a smile creeping up on her. Running her hands along the countertop, the Deva hummed, feigning thoughtfulness as she considered Tilda's question. What to see, what to see? Her smile brightened as their eyes met. 'I don't know,' she said, knowing for a fact...
  9. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Syr Valchek? Xenovia didn't know any knights by that name. Maybe she'd get to meet him one of these days. Unless... Goatee? No, couldn't be. Scritch-scratching her cheek thoughtfully, the Deva shrugged, grew coy. 'No reason,' she lied. Poorly. 'Maybe I was wondering if you'd like to go 'n' see...
  10. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Noble? Xenovia wasn't sure how she felt about that. 'Hush, you,' she scowled, gracing Maeve's ribs with her elbow. 'Red blood or blue, Mar and 'Mene are right, it does have a nice ring to it.' Raising her cup to them, she dispensed with her Crown, and sent the empty device sliding back to...
  11. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Matvi was a showman - she had seen his like before. Even so, watching him work was like allowing oneself a well-earned treat at the end of the day. Or maybe that was just the drink? Xenovia was enjoying herself either way. 'Good taste,' the Deva echoed, making it sound like a toast. In truth...
  12. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    I'd tell you that makes two of us, mused the Deva, head bowed, fingers questing towards her drink. A small smile lit her features as she looked up, Mariel's coming both a source of joy, and relief. 'Considerin' you done followed me in here, I'd say that's true enough.' Smiling, she remained...
  13. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Eyebrows lifted and lowered, and Xenovia felt her face grow a touch warmer as the words finished leaving Tilda's lips. She looked around at the others. 'Makes my heart skip a beat, so she does,' the Deva confessed, a big, shit-eating grin lending truth to the stirring in her chest. 'Still, a...
  14. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    'Come on, Tils, you can do better than that.' A grin, wide and shark-toothed, came and went. 'Won't find one in here either,' she replied despondently, plucking the satchel into her lap, peepers peeled for signs of her illusive quarry. She swore under her breath. Bloody Maevyth. Shoulda packed...
  15. Xenovia

    Open Pick Your Poison

    The Black Cat's bell chimed again. Closing the door behind her, and dusting off her boots, Xenovia swept the room with her gaze. The noise and hubbub of the theatre district softened to a whisper as she crossed the room to the bar, floorboards creaking with every step. 'Well well well! What do...
  16. Xenovia

    Private Delivery With a Scowl!

    Standing by the door, Xenovia watched the deal unfold. She did not say anything; there was no need to. Maevyth paid her for protection, and, when she couldn't be bothered to do it herself, to lug the heavier packages across town. Simple tasks for a simple woman. The moon quiches were just an...
  17. Xenovia

    Private Delivery With a Scowl!

    Xenovia knew better than to ask if she were doing something wrong. Still. 'Maybe it's time she saw the healers again. If your potions aren't working, perhaps it's a matter of finding the source, not treating the symptoms.' She was no sawbones. Helping people wasn't her business unless she was...
  18. Xenovia

    Private Delivery With a Scowl!

    There was a storm brewing. She could see it, off in the distance, growing closer with every minute that passed. Dark, foreboding, it promised a downpour to end all downpours. And we haven't even had breakfast yet. Sighing, Xenovia tied back the curtains through which she had been peering...
  19. Xenovia

    Xenovia

    Born in Crown Hold's poorest quarter, Xenovia had to fight from the moment she drew her first breath. Unwanted by her parents, but loved all the same, hers was a difficult start to a life otherwise teeming with potential and promise. Cold and hungry most nights, she nevertheless grew to become...
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