Truth be told, she's always been too intense to care for the kids on a face to face level the way Solace does. What with all the mercenary gangs, Hyaline Hostel's have been affectionately coined Hospitals. As the streets become littered with blood - black red and blue alike - the youth of Vegas become more and more wary of true hospitals. Embedded the bowels of their foundation, hospitals are known to work with the police more than they are with medicine; their doctors practice law, their lawyers practice black mail. So instead of going to emerge, those needing shelter and time to recuperate found themselves at the doors of Hyaline Hostels/Hospitals. Triple H; she didn't choose the name, but the name seems to have chosen them.
Put that away, her wife hisses as they climb the steps of the mansion. Solace has always been the more publicly decent of the two, considering the constant pressure she faced as the public head of Triple H, as well as having accidentally killed her brother a decade or two ago. That being said, it takes another growl and a tightening of her hand around Kagerus' wrist for the behind-the-scenes CEO to stuff her flask back into her clutch. And just in time, too, as the body guard motions them forward next.
"Orion-Rhae," Comes her lyrical voice, smooth despite the way her throat burns from the alcohol she'd thrown back not a minute ago. A moment passes as the man opposite them swipes through his electronic list, a moment just long enough for Kag to squeeze in a subtle wink at the woman she leads on her arm. Not that Solace needs leading, god no - in fact, Kag's quite certain that she's met her match in that regard. You know, the sexual one.
It's always fun having two doms in one bed; especially when they're both powerful, bad ass women with figures that make men's eyes cross. But of course, the only eyes they're interested in are the ones that they have for each other.
Please proceed. Ms Kagerus, Ms Solace.
Sweeping into the mansion with the train of her magnificent dress trailing behind, Kagerus' eyes widen at all the people and - god, what is that? Is that the Backstreet Boys? She pulls a horrified expression in Sol's direction, bursting into giggles not long after.
Kag, how much of that did you drink before we got here? An innocent expression now, complete with pouting lip and blinking eyes.
God, you're incorrigible.
"I just want - hic - to have some fun!"
Disgusted - most likely because Kagerus ALREADY HAS THE HICCUPS - Solace excuses herself, wading into the sea of expensive-looking people. A halo almost seems to glow around those beautiful golden locks as she treads the person-ocean - for a moment, Kag feels a warm glow of possessive gratitude, but in the next, she's admiring the curvature of her wife's tail until, at long last, it can no longer be seen.
Bored now that she's without eye candy, Kag absent-mindedly retrieves her flask, unscrewing it and taking a swig. Or two. Or three. Or - GOD woman, slow down! But alas, the gorgeous brunette is deaf to the pleading cries of her narrator, downing the rest of the alcohol right there in the entrance of the mansion.
Like I said, she's not good at the face-to-face things like Solace. She prefers beating up, interrogating, imprisoning and torture those who threaten Triple H - it's in her job description after all. Not that she doesn't occasionally have a heart to heart with some of the kids they house too, but these old snobs really aren't her type. The only old snob she'll count among her friend list is Brennen, and he's always busy at Ice Incorporated - or is it called something else now since the revamp? Well fuck it, no one can keep track anyway when you're this high on the Important People List.
Speaking of important people...
"Excyuse me!" She shouts, barely aware that she's slurring already. The woman she grabs is blonde and pale, wearing a cute lace-red dress. @[Nymf] was a stranger to her, but she was on the arm of some red-head youth who looked like he'd know where the fun is, and how to get her there. "Where do we go to get away from the - hic - snobs?"
The answer comes in one fashion or another, and Kag ends up trailing behind the pair as they make their way to the rooftop. It's somehow communicated that a pool will be found up here, and the CEO dies a thousand deaths. She hadn't brought a bathing suit!
Immediately, the lithe woman spots people of more interest and breaks off from the two who'd guided her. The massively broad shoulder of one particular man are what manage to capture her drunken attention. They catch it so much so that she doesn't even recognize Svedka, who's passing by her with an equally intent look in his eye, heading towards the woman that Kag had found quite boring. But ah, there will be plenty of time for them to find each other later.
Deftly (or perhaps luckily considering that she makes her way to him from the direction behind), she reaches down a hidden pocket of her dress and pulls out a limited-edition diamond-encrusted dagger, about the length of her hand. As she's approaching, she barely notices the new leader of the mercenary gang that has signed on to help protect Triple H from crimelords - if this were Solace in her place, that'd've been the first thing she noticed. But wait - if this were Solace, she wouldn't have a knife drawn ---
Well, actually, she probably would.
Leaping forward, Kag threw the man in a choke hold, clinging to his back with just that one arm as the other placed the blade at his throat. Silence meets them momentarily. "Hello, Ivar Slutwater," Comes her voice, outrageously low due to her high level of intoxication. "Still lusting after married women, are you?" With this statement, she slides off of the man and re-sheathes the dagger in her dress, a grin plastered (hah) across her appealing lips. Ah, the joys of alcohol and being Solace-free: they weren't bound to last long, but they were bound to be... Outrageous.
Turning, she narrows her eyes at Wishbone and stumbles, catching herself on Ivar's chest. "Nice dress," She offers suggestively, still failing to piece together how STUPIDLY essential the Leviathans are to the maintenance of Triple H. "If tits could kill..."
Face claim: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e1/6f/93/e16f9...-poses.jpg
Dress: http://image26.novashe.com/o_img/2017/07...-dress.jpg
synopsis: kag follows Leilan and Nymf up the stares, spots Ivar and threatens him with a knife. Then hits on Wishbone. Wish, Ivar, and Kag are together.
Put that away, her wife hisses as they climb the steps of the mansion. Solace has always been the more publicly decent of the two, considering the constant pressure she faced as the public head of Triple H, as well as having accidentally killed her brother a decade or two ago. That being said, it takes another growl and a tightening of her hand around Kagerus' wrist for the behind-the-scenes CEO to stuff her flask back into her clutch. And just in time, too, as the body guard motions them forward next.
"Orion-Rhae," Comes her lyrical voice, smooth despite the way her throat burns from the alcohol she'd thrown back not a minute ago. A moment passes as the man opposite them swipes through his electronic list, a moment just long enough for Kag to squeeze in a subtle wink at the woman she leads on her arm. Not that Solace needs leading, god no - in fact, Kag's quite certain that she's met her match in that regard. You know, the sexual one.
It's always fun having two doms in one bed; especially when they're both powerful, bad ass women with figures that make men's eyes cross. But of course, the only eyes they're interested in are the ones that they have for each other.
Please proceed. Ms Kagerus, Ms Solace.
Sweeping into the mansion with the train of her magnificent dress trailing behind, Kagerus' eyes widen at all the people and - god, what is that? Is that the Backstreet Boys? She pulls a horrified expression in Sol's direction, bursting into giggles not long after.
Kag, how much of that did you drink before we got here? An innocent expression now, complete with pouting lip and blinking eyes.
God, you're incorrigible.
"I just want - hic - to have some fun!"
Disgusted - most likely because Kagerus ALREADY HAS THE HICCUPS - Solace excuses herself, wading into the sea of expensive-looking people. A halo almost seems to glow around those beautiful golden locks as she treads the person-ocean - for a moment, Kag feels a warm glow of possessive gratitude, but in the next, she's admiring the curvature of her wife's tail until, at long last, it can no longer be seen.
Bored now that she's without eye candy, Kag absent-mindedly retrieves her flask, unscrewing it and taking a swig. Or two. Or three. Or - GOD woman, slow down! But alas, the gorgeous brunette is deaf to the pleading cries of her narrator, downing the rest of the alcohol right there in the entrance of the mansion.
Like I said, she's not good at the face-to-face things like Solace. She prefers beating up, interrogating, imprisoning and torture those who threaten Triple H - it's in her job description after all. Not that she doesn't occasionally have a heart to heart with some of the kids they house too, but these old snobs really aren't her type. The only old snob she'll count among her friend list is Brennen, and he's always busy at Ice Incorporated - or is it called something else now since the revamp? Well fuck it, no one can keep track anyway when you're this high on the Important People List.
Speaking of important people...
"Excyuse me!" She shouts, barely aware that she's slurring already. The woman she grabs is blonde and pale, wearing a cute lace-red dress. @[Nymf] was a stranger to her, but she was on the arm of some red-head youth who looked like he'd know where the fun is, and how to get her there. "Where do we go to get away from the - hic - snobs?"
The answer comes in one fashion or another, and Kag ends up trailing behind the pair as they make their way to the rooftop. It's somehow communicated that a pool will be found up here, and the CEO dies a thousand deaths. She hadn't brought a bathing suit!
Immediately, the lithe woman spots people of more interest and breaks off from the two who'd guided her. The massively broad shoulder of one particular man are what manage to capture her drunken attention. They catch it so much so that she doesn't even recognize Svedka, who's passing by her with an equally intent look in his eye, heading towards the woman that Kag had found quite boring. But ah, there will be plenty of time for them to find each other later.
Deftly (or perhaps luckily considering that she makes her way to him from the direction behind), she reaches down a hidden pocket of her dress and pulls out a limited-edition diamond-encrusted dagger, about the length of her hand. As she's approaching, she barely notices the new leader of the mercenary gang that has signed on to help protect Triple H from crimelords - if this were Solace in her place, that'd've been the first thing she noticed. But wait - if this were Solace, she wouldn't have a knife drawn ---
Well, actually, she probably would.
Leaping forward, Kag threw the man in a choke hold, clinging to his back with just that one arm as the other placed the blade at his throat. Silence meets them momentarily. "Hello, Ivar Slutwater," Comes her voice, outrageously low due to her high level of intoxication. "Still lusting after married women, are you?" With this statement, she slides off of the man and re-sheathes the dagger in her dress, a grin plastered (hah) across her appealing lips. Ah, the joys of alcohol and being Solace-free: they weren't bound to last long, but they were bound to be... Outrageous.
Turning, she narrows her eyes at Wishbone and stumbles, catching herself on Ivar's chest. "Nice dress," She offers suggestively, still failing to piece together how STUPIDLY essential the Leviathans are to the maintenance of Triple H. "If tits could kill..."
Face claim: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e1/6f/93/e16f9...-poses.jpg
Dress: http://image26.novashe.com/o_img/2017/07...-dress.jpg
synopsis: kag follows Leilan and Nymf up the stares, spots Ivar and threatens him with a knife. Then hits on Wishbone. Wish, Ivar, and Kag are together.
![[Image: kag]](https://78.media.tumblr.com/2e8039018ce4dff6112c167ec23e886a/tumblr_p72zjit7wC1s5a0qvo1_100.png)
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