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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you
What: infected and sick... with lust
When: 11/22, evening
Where: all over, wherever
Rating: probably... up to R

When the flu symptoms cleared up, Molotov shrugged it off. She figured it was just the castle fucking around with the residents, as she never got sick, and wouldn't it have lasted longer if she was actually getting ill? So she decided to go about her business without really thinking about it or digging into the journal -- if the castle was giving everyone temporary colds, then the journal would just be filled with a lot of useless bitching.

Which only made it a bonus that she recovered so quickly. It gave her plenty of time to roam the castle and accomplish the things that she usually didn't get to bother with, due to the overwhelming presence of the other residents.

She barely noticed any change at all, not until something in the back of her mind made her think that maybe she should go find her husband. But he'd still been sick when she left, so she just stayed out. Stayed out and... well.

Anything can happen in the castle.

Comments

[heloise]

Lucrezia quickens her steps to close the distance between them, reaching both hands to take Molotov's in hers. Most everyone has been sick or acting so strangely, and not in a good sort of strange either, that it is a relief to see someone being pleasant. Certainly a change from the last time she ran into her trainer.

"I see that you are well, for which I am glad."

[molotov]

"Da, isn't it good?" Molotov says, raising their joined hands to kiss the backs of Lucrezia's. "Have you been well too?"

[heloise]

Lucrezia giggles, somewhat bashful but that may only be an act. She squeezes Molotov's hand out of fondness.

"Quite so. I met Brock on my return, but it feels like forever since I saw you," she casts a gaze around to spot the husband. "Were you headed somewhere?"

[molotov]

"Nowhere important," she answers, pressing Lucrezia's hand to her cheek. "Are you busy? Maybe you would like a drink with me."

[heloise]

Lucrezia brushes her thumb over Molotov's cheek. The difference between this Molotov and the one she bumped into before, the younger one, is striking. She lowers her eyes and smirks.

"Your husband forbid me from your Halloween party because of the drinking, but now I might finally be of age."

[molotov]

With a smug, pleased smile, Molotov pulled Lucrezia a little closer, reaching out to tilt her chin up. "Have you ever had vodka, Lusha?" she asked, her tone hiding all of her intention.

[heloise]

Lucrezia lets her. If only because this is Molotov and surely she could mean no harm, after all the trouble she took to ensure a poor little girl could defend herself from harm. She just chuckles and plays along. "Not yet."

[molotov]

"You will like it," she coos, stroking Lucrezia's face before letting her thumb trace her lower lip. "It makes you warm and dizzy and takes your breath away."

[heloise]

Lucrezia flinches a little at the touch to her lips and chuckles awkwardly, unsure of what Molotov is getting at. "Like too much wine, Molotov?"

[molotov]

"Something like that," she says, just smiling, and then tugs at Lucrezia's hand. "Brock is sleeping. Should we go to your room, Lusha?"

[heloise]

Lucrezia laughs and takes Molotov's hand more firmly in hers before skipping forward to lead the way to her room. "Come."

[molotov]

"Gladly," Molotov smiles, then follows.

[heloise]

Lucrezia skips every other step on the stairs leading to her room, occasionally looking back to make sure Molotov is keeping up. No matter that of course the woman could practically cartwheel up the stairs.

Her door is unlocked and she opens it to step backward into her room, giggling at her company. "Did you want to tell me something that requires such secrecy?"

[molotov]

"Nothing special," Molotov says, continuing to smirk, pleased with herself. "More like something I want to do, but we will get to that, Lusha, darling."

[heloise]

Lucrezia offers a hand for Molotov, so she would step closer, and mimics that smirk though hers is more gleeful than anything. "You must show me then. I have no patience for any sort of waiting."

[molotov]

"Ah, but I thought you wanted a drink," Molotov teased, coming a hair too close as she took Lucrezia's hand.

[heloise]

Lucrezia just grins, not minding the breach into her personal space at all. "A drink first then, since you are so eager for it, and then you must reveal this secret to me."

[molotov]

"Vodka, castle, and two shot glasses" Molotov calls, not moving away from Lucrezia at all, and the requested items appear on a nearby table. It's then that Molotov wrenches herself away to pour the drinks, offering a shot to the other woman before taking her own.

[heloise]

Lucrezia trails along to the table, watching the strange bottle and even stranger glasses. "It looks like water. It tastes better surely?"

[molotov]

"Much," Molotov tells her, which might be wrong depending on what she thinks water tastes like, but the important part is getting the vodka down her throat.

[heloise]

Lucrezia sniffs her glass first before taking a sip and making a face. Worst water ever. But now's not the time to upset Molotov so she just waits for her to show her how to properly drink it.

[molotov]

Molotov just tosses the shot back as if it were water, because she's been drinking vodka for going on thirty years now, and then looks at Lucrezia expectantly.

[heloise]

Oh, so that's how. Lucrezia braces herself and follows suit. This is Molotov after all, who was so insistent on keeping her safe, so it cannot possibly be poison even if it tastes like one. She makes a worse face but at least that vodka's gone.

[molotov]

Molotov takes another shot, just because she can, but doesn't push it on Lucrezia. Instead, she walks back over to her, and runs her fingertips along Lucrezia's hairline.

"How do you feel?"

[heloise]

Lucrezia giggles, as if the touch amuses her more than it should. She tries to catch Molotov's hand and presses it against her cheek. "Heady, and as light as clouds."