masterplan | boom boom room (w2)

[ it's time for battle.

With that being said, surely they're feeling a bit chilly from their little jaunt at the skating rink, even if it's warm everywhere else. As they enter the room, Celeste can't help but spare a moment to regard the interior decor, because you know she has to as a miss lady comtesse. She tips her head. ]

... This is a different room than last time. Intriguing.

[ So it's a magic sex room. ]

Yep, nothin' I've seen before either.

[At this point, nothing can really surprise her. The contestants in the house have a weird enough assortment of powers all their own; Odette can vibe with a magic sex room.]

But I like it. Fireplace and everything... guess they wanted us to make ourselves at home.

[She's still wearing an outer layer, which she strips off quickly to reveal the much lighter clothing underneath, sparing a stretch in the firelight.]

Gimme your jacket.

Hmm... I think I quite like it, myself.

[ She's gonna start renovating shit when she gets home. Anyway, she's readily taking her jacket off and handing it to Odette. That's a good girl, ]

Well, we both know we aren't here to make ourselves at home, hm? There is nothing cozy about what this room will be used for.

[Will she call her a good girl later, too, or is Odette just not that tamable?

She takes the jacket and leaves both to the side. When she returns to Celeste, Odette runs the back of her hand along her cheek, until the still-cool rivers of her dark hair fall through her knuckles.]

No time for cozy for you then, huh? You'll warm up a lot faster this way, besides. [And she pulls, not too hard but enough to promise she can pull harder, reigniting the same energy that kept Celeste pinned to the wall at the skating rink as if it hadn't cooled at all, with no regard for the fragile, ceramic nobility Celeste tries to be embody.]

[ She can be called a good girl if she makes the right moves... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And there it is again, another modest show of strength on Odette's part, yet Celeste knows this must only be a fraction of what those sculpted muscles of hers are capable of. It's delightful, and she is looking forward to showing her just how much she can take despite her appearance. ]

So we are on the same page, then. Good.

[ A hand comes up to grasp at Odette's chin, perhaps a little harshly, to signal her own strength. It may not be as raw as Odette's, but it is more the graceful, dextrous sort, the firm grip of her fingers and the bite of perfectly manicured nails conveying as much. ]

You do not need to hold back on somebody like me, you know. I am not the sort of comtesse that is made of porcelain.

[But she is, like, the opposite of a good girl, evidenced by the way she forces against Celeste's grip on her face and drags her closer by the hair, stopping just short of bringing her close enough to kiss.]

You like it a little rough just to prove you can handle it, that it?

[Odette can certainly be rough (ask everyone who's walked out of this room with her teeth marks still in them), but this, like many things in life, should still be fun. Her tongue skirts the full curve of Celeste's perfectly soft - still unbitten - bottom lip.

In a repeat of their encounter at the skating rink, Odette maneuvers them back against the wall, this time the narrow space between the fireplace and the tall window spilling light into the room ~~this game is really Celeste goes to wallcon after all~~. As soon as she feels that unyielding surface meet Celeste's back, Odette tugs her head back, tilting her up for a full, aggressive kiss.]

[ Celeste truly being the ceo of walls here...

Defiance ignites like a flame behind Celeste's gaze at Odette's words; the woman has such a way of just sinking those teeth of hers into ideas and giving voice to that which others would never dare to say to her at home—

And yet, because of that, Celeste cannot help but be utterly intrigued by her.

Especially as, usually, she is the one in command, hers is the tongue that teases and the teeth that bite, but as the way her back meets another wall by Odette's efforts shall attest, there are some exceptions to be made.

She meets the ferocity of Odette's kiss with her own, angling her head so that their mouths can slot together more easily to deepen the kiss, but her hand is reaching to thread into Odette's shorter hair, too, with a vicious sort of grip of her own, and the other practically claws at the other woman's back over skintight fabric, feeling the rippling of her muscles beneath her seemingly delicate fingertips. ]

[There she goes. Fighting not like she's cornered, but as if she's on the brink of being unleashed. She thinks she can see some similarities between them even now. The rake of her fingers through the thin construction of her shirt means every dig and scratch is easily felt, though she's sure Celeste can do more damage when there's nothing at all between them. Odette hisses, but not unhappily.

It's impossible not to be tempted to meet force with force, and Celeste's trackable interest in her muscles is - well - she can't say she doesn't like it, when they're just as likely to frighten someone off as they are to draw attention. Bracing Celeste against the wall, she lifts her into it, the extra leverage providing balance enough that she can manage to hold her there without needing both hands once she's encouraged her to entangle her legs around her waist. Sometimes a bitch is just so strong and her muscles are just so big.

Their kissing has been deep and crushing and fierce, so Celeste might expect a bite or a nip when Odette forces their mouth separate, breathless and smug. But there isn't one, perhaps on purpose, to leave her looking for something that hasn't come.] Well, you gonna tell me? What exactly do you think you can take? [Is it bait or consideration? Better not think too hard about it.]

[ It's easy to fall into instincts and physical urges here, and with such company, and as such Celeste winds her arms around Odette with ease, ankles crossed over the other woman's hips as she pushes her even closer into her, seeking that sweet friction because a bitch is just so strong and her muscles are just so big.

And truly, the same instincts have Celeste chasing after Odette's lips when she breaks the kiss, having indeed been looking for at least a nip or two, and instead finding that smug look on her face. ]

I believe the answers lie not in words but in actions, Miss Odette. But I do invite you to find out.

[ She leans in not to resume their bruising kiss, but instead to part her lips over the curve of Odette's shoulder where it slopes into her neck, her breath gusting hot before she laves her tongue over skin salty with sweat from their exertions at the ice rink. ]

Hah... Suit yourself. [Fair enough. The words leave Odette's mouth half-breathlessly, encouraged by the scalding stroke of Celeste's tongue against her skin. Some people are just more forthcoming about the things they want with their bodies rather than their words.

If it's friction she wants, then Celeste's skating dress is in direct opposition to that goal, and an obstacle that Odette is eager to push out of the way. The thick fabric is a chore to bunch up, but she starts working her hand around to it, showing the classy costume exactly as much delicateness as she intends to give her partner. If it rips, it rips - she would tear it off in an instant for the right results.

As soon as she's pulled the dress up high enough to bare the thighs that have so eagerly wrapped around her, Odette pushes her hips forward hard to meet Celeste's pull. It's probably the only acceptable way Celeste will ever be slammed into a wall, forceful enough to be a clear power play - goading, fun, but aggressive all the same. She fully intends to set the pace of their dry humping, especially if Celeste insists on taking control of their making out. Odette grinds up hard enough to slide Celeste along the wall and back again, the edge of her thumb that has just a sliver of access remaining to it cupping along the side of her breast.]

[ If it rips, it rips - and it most certainly will rip as it's subjected to Odette's strength and hunger alike. The breath escapes from Celeste's lungs at the feeling of it, like her skin has grown much too hot for her body and now finds relief in being exposed to the air around them.

There is certainly a back-and-forth power play, here, but Celeste finds it nothing short of intoxicating, to be handled so thoroughly by such a strong woman, and one whom she intends to display her own strength against, as well. Her hips meet every movement of Odette's as her body yields along the wall and against the other woman's body, but she does not intend to let her companion do all of the work. To that end, she resumes her attentions to Odette's neck, this time drawing skin between her teeth as she sucks and bites hard enough to leave marks, while one hand tightens in Odette's hair, and the other likewise tightens into the fabric of her top and tugs, eager to see them both more bare than they currently are. ]

[This would be the moment, scalding heat building between them and Celeste busy marking up her neck, that Odette remembers someone saw fit to outfit her with a long-sleeved bodysuit as her top for the skating rink. She groans loudly, more stymied arousal than actual exasperation, forehead lowering.]

This fuckin' thing... [Odette murmurs under her breath, feeling the fabric stretch but not yield to Celeste's tugging. Unless she wants to tear it - which she very much admits she'd like to see the other woman do - a change in scenery might be necessary. When Odette boosts Celeste in her arms again to tighten her hold on her, and carries her to the plush bed, it's done somewhat begrudgingly. She really would have liked to see how long the both of them could have lasted against the wall. Celeste will find herself deposited none too gently, though with the amount of down cushioning her landing, that, at least, will be soft enough. If only Odette's words were the same - but she follows with a taunting,] Stay, princess.

[The brief distance is time enough, at least, for Odette to peel the leggings and skater skirt off, leaving only the bodysuit needing to be unsnapped before it can be pried off. As she crawls back to Celeste's side, it's her bare thigh, this time, that she seeks to press between her legs so they can work on the dress problem. Or the Odette sowing and reaping problem, if Celeste is feeling spicy.]

[ It really is a shame that their clothing would have them parting with that wall so very soon, but oh well.

Anywho, she is feeling rather spicy, thanks, spurred on by the heat of the moment, at watching Odette's body work herself free of her clothing, and the way she's been called princess. Another defiant expression pulls at her face, intensifying her gaze and curling her lips into a smirk as Odette joins her on the bed - all the better for her to grab the other woman by her arms to try and flip them both over before her thigh can reach its destination. ]

Very quaint of you to think I will just lay here and listen to your orders, Miss Odette. You are still not bare enough for my liking.

[ Anyhow, if she does manage to flip Odette, then she shall be making short work of that bodysuit. ]

[It's really a shame, but at least Celeste will have a short break from walls until next time...or, just as likely, next round.

If she underestimated Celeste's strength just because she's beautiful and elegant, Odette would deserve to get her ass handed to her. Even before she was warned that there's no need to treat the lady like a fragile figurine, she was ready to defend herself from what would surely be vicious attacks on Celeste's end.

Too strong to be quickly overturned, Odette does not flip easily, but it is certainly more fun to give Celeste a little rein, so she will eventually go - if not without a fight. Her fingers dig bruises into pale skin, running up and along the bits of Celeste left half-revealed, and her teeth finally make good on the promise of a biting kiss, snapping first at the air before they seize Celeste's bottom lip. She nips until it's sure to swell, to maybe even draw a little blood.

From the new position, the bodysuit can be easily done away with, especially accounting for the helpful inclusion of snaps, but it'll be equally helpful to Odette in her quest to do away with the much more complicated dress, which she tugs at with little regard for its wellbeing, trying to override the fastenings.] That makes two of us. Suppose you think you'll be the one giving the commands instead?

[ Ah... It's been too long since last Celeste was in bed with a woman. This experience, at least, has been a rather helpful reminder as to why she should do this more often.

By now, they're nothing but an entangled, naked mess of legs and hair and bedsheets, with marks all over their skin and breath that seems impossible to catch in the wake of their exertions. As Celeste rolls onto her stomach to lay her head upon one of the many pillows, tucking her hands beneath it, she suddenly finds something - someone touching the scars on her shoulder blades.

She glances over at Odette, her smile a bit curious. ]

Hmm? Is there something you need?

[ other than, you know. all the other stuff they just got up to, ]

Mm. [She strokes her knuckles along the flame-wrought ridges of skin and then back down again. It's affectionate, but not coddling - instead, it's as if the touch is appreciating some kind of beauty that only a rare few may really be able to see.]

You don't mind having these on display so much, for something you ain't eager to talk about.

[Celeste had evaded answering in detail earlier, but that hadn't been the time to press, considering the nature of their positions. And Odette herself had been enjoying herself enough at the time to take that information in and store it for later, now that they've tested themselves against one another plenty.]

Your trials, huh... So this reflects that part you can't change, I'm guessing.

[ Celeste can recognize Odette's touch as such; after all, she had been eager to do the same to the scars on Odette's arms even back at the rink. She is rewarded with an approving, appreciative hum from Celeste as she breathes deeply. ]

It's no fun if I just talk about these things without prompting all out there.

[ She's no Jin. ]

But, you've guessed right, as usual. [ Odette is awfully good at seeing the cracks in Celeste's armor, somehow. ] I could say more, but it is not exactly a bedtime story, Miss Odette. Can you handle it?

[Good at drawing conclusions based on situational evidence. That's what Scorpion had said about her, in his backhanded way that is an unflinching and unfeeling observation.

Perhaps it isn't a bedtime story, but Odette is more easily compared to nightmares than sweet dreams. Her fingers move along each hill and valley of Celeste's spine, flattening out to feel the lift and expansion of her body when she breathes in.]

After what I just showed you, d'you really think I'm so soft? I can handle what you've got to throw at me. I know it's gotta be messed up.

[Enough to break Celeste. Enough to put her in a position where all she does is wrap herself in more power and more control to hide the thing that cracked.]

Suit yourself.

[ All right, well, she can't argue that. With a soft, low chuckle that Odette is just as positioned to feel beneath her fingertips as to hear, she props herself up on a forearm, using her other arm to sweep her hair over her shoulder such that her back is fully visible. ]

Some almost-thirty years ago, the people of the Kingdom of Atra were given a sign. A divine blessing, that amongst their people there had been born a child with a soul delivered from the heavens. In my world, we call these people aasimar. They are destined to be messengers and agents of the gods. In Atra, magical power is absolute, and this includes magic granted by the gods. Soon the noble families would sweep their lands in search of this aasimar child, and they would find her, having been born to a desperately poor family. Thus was she sold to the Lord and Lady Fragonard, to be raised as their own and raised to be their prized trophy, a divine knight to stand a symbol of their supposed fortune, both financial and spiritual.

What do you think happens when such a child is raised surrounded by insidious plots, by corruption and greed, Miss Odette?

[She listens to the story in silence, the sharp needles of her teeth visible as she clenches them. Parents whose only attachment to their children was their usefulness … and who only had one use in mind from the start. From the start of her life, she’d been an object, not an individual, too young to have any control over her own fate. Whatever came out the other end of her upbringing would have been shaped by the abuses wrought upon her by those grasping hands.]

Turns out all the worse for the sum of her parts, I imagine.

[ Odette's answer curls Celeste's lips into a slight, knowing smile. ]

Naturally!

[ But soon, those lips draw into a thin line, falling back into a sort of numbness, a detachment she must arm herself with when talking about her past. ]

There was a ceremony, when she was seventeen. In front of everyone, she was to reveal her celestial nature to all, for all. But their promised angel did not come. What they found instead was an... Hm, what were the words they had used... "cursed monster?"

Among the people, the event could only mean that the being must be a herald of death, of an end. The Fragonard family would fall from grace. But the Lord and Lady were desperate to save their investment, so they and the clerics conspired, and sought to "purify" this corruption that had taken hold. They did not succeed.

Her touch returns to the scars, long fingers on her broad hand spreading out across the full width of a mark, seeking not to cover it but to take it all in.]

They burned you? [Here, she does not use the language of distance Celeste affected to separate herself from the fairytale. Celeste is here, and so are the scars, and there's a brutal honest in addressing them directly without flinching.] And torched their own standing in the process, too.

[She doesn't really give two shits when it comes to prophecies or omens or things like that...even superstitions at sea had her laughing and running straight within the danger. She can't quite wrap her mind around being as beholden to the gods as people in this other world must be. But, in a universe mundane or magical, she thinks the destination is the same regardless: In trying to scrub the dark stain of Celeste's corruption from their family name, the Fragonards fulfilled their own destiny.]

[ Turning her body to lay on her side, facing Odette while she reaches out to loosely wrap an arm around Odette's shoulder to pull her in close. ]

It would take years, but the family would see their lives unraveling to its ultimate end. Ah, if only they had disposed of their cursed monster...

[ Here, she gazes deeply into Odette's eyes with a cold, merciless stare, to say without words that they met their end by her own hands. It is not something she will speak of out loud, given their circumstances, but she wants Odette to know all the same. Miss lady comtesse is not merely a woman who came into fortune by happenstance or even by birth. In her mind, she seized her destiny for herself. ]

Perhaps it is your turn now, Miss Odette. Surely your own scars tell a story of their own.

[As Celeste rolls into her arms, Odette lets their legs nest together once again. Her gaze is equally intense, her bright bue eyes deep and cold.]

Good. [She doesn't have any pity for Celeste's adopted family, the cursed bargain they made, or their comeuppance. There isn't even righteous vengeance in her voice when she says it: It's just better that they're dead, and better for Celeste that she shed it. Now she really does understand what she'd do to hold onto the status she'd already had to claw out of the grave dirt.

When prompted to share, there's something almost relaxing in being able to do it with someone like her. That her regret is tied up in her history doesn't matter here, and it won't matter when this airs. She shares this entirely out of what she sees as their shared kinship. Unlike Celeste's distance, created by speaking of herself in the third person, Odette's is in ambivalence. Not once does she hesitate or flinch, as if she's reciting encyclopedic knowledge instead of something that hollowed her out like water over the face of a rock.]

You saw my profile, right? Place I grew up was pretty backwoods and isolated, just like a farm from a painting. Never knew my mother, but losing her must have really fucked with my old man. Or maybe he was always a bastard. Who can say? He had a problem, he took it out on me either way.

Then I got older, and he got more to take out. [She pauses here, briefly, to hold the eye contact. Celeste is a woman; she surely understands the details without them being voiced.]

... Messed me up pretty bad. Can't have kids anymore; couldn't even before I could decide if I'd ever want to.

[ Celeste settles in nicely against Odette, their legs entangled perfectly amidst the fine bedding. Even for unforgiving people like herself, and like Odette, it seems there is some softness to be found in the aftermath of such a fierce tryst.

Odette speaks of herself more directly, certainly, though there's something to be said about the ambivalence found in her tone, all the same, in the matter-of-factly way the words leave her mouth... Both of which are warranted, Celeste finds, when the words reach her and settle and something cold sinks in her heart.

Years ago, Celeste had wondered if her life would have turned out any differently if her birth parents had decided to keep her. Would she have been spared of suffering? But, as Odette's story percolates, she yet again comes to the conclusion that suffering is everywhere to be found, so long as mortals remain greedy and miserable.

Her lips draw into a thin line as the pads of her fingers press into Odette's back. ]

...Lowly scum. [ This, said with no small measure of vitriol. ] To put your own child through such suffering... How utterly abhorrent.

[ But still. But still. That Odette is here now speaks volumes. Like she, Odette found a way to escape her hellish life. ]

But you escaped?

You feelin’ sorry for me, of all people? [Or at least vengeful on her behalf. Odette lets out a low chuckle, the calm-voiced glaze over everything horrible that she’s been describing. This is clearly a thing that has worn on her despite her best efforts to outrun it, and the thing that was left behind is now broken. The spirit is on, but the soul cracked, and she only has the fun little game she made out of her life.

Celeste doesn’t want her concern to be patronized, though, so Odette simply draws her in, resting her chin on the crown of her head instead of kissing there.]

There was an accident. With our equipment. [There was not an accident, the same way Celeste’s family did not simply fall from grace. She’ll know it, like they know one another.] I thought he’d die from it, so I left home and booked it all the way across the border… brought myself down to a port city. About as far away from a farm as you can get.

[ She simply huffs humorlessly in response; Odette should know that it's definitely more a case of feeling vengeful. Perhaps it's heartless that she doesn't feel sorry - and that a part for her is glad for all of this, because it means that there is someone here who might come to know her in a way no one else can. Though... That's not what she came here for, is it? She came here for a wish, and to use others as a means to that end.

Yet, still... She settles into Odette's arms, like she slots into the crevasse left by what has been left broken by her past.

Celeste can't help but find it fascinating, to draw the similarities and differences between them. Odette fought for her survival by forging an entirely new life for herself. Celeste... She took what belonged to her abusers, and began to live a life in utter defiance of what those around her wanted. But beneath it all, they are both still running. ]

So you took to the seas after that, hm? You're right. There is no landscape further from what you had known before.

[Some of the coldness that accompanied her tale fades, but even in the wake of the warmer recognition she shows Celeste now, the indifference toward her own story never falters. It isn't pity she craves from her; to share this thing that was so safely guarded is enough.]

Thought I could get past all the memories of the place I came from by throwing myself into working on the water. I'm good at what I do, Comtesse; I climbed those ranks legit.

[They both know that a complete erasure of the past is impossible, regardless of the effort made to destroy it. It still exists, even behind closed doors - just like her father, rotting in that loony bin, torn to shreds mentally and physically by what had happened to him.

Not so different from her.]

That's the life I took for myself, and living it is what I've got. But I can fight myself stronger all I want, and my body's still gonna be like this.

[ Not so different at all. She draws her hand up Odette's side, from her hips, along rigid muscles, the curve at the side of her breast, and then her shoulder before she cups the other woman's cheek with her fingers. ]

And so will mine. I suspect you do not need to be told this, but take pride in what you have forged yourself into, Odette. Despite all odds... You are magnificent.

[ And then Celeste leans in to press a kiss to her lips. ]

And you. [Emphatically.] You're stunning, every part of you.

[It isn't just her body, her beauty. For various, obvious reasons, Odette is someone rarely on the receiving end of more gentle affection or affirmations, and rarely does she want them. It may be the aftermath of how fierce they were with one another, or that they've both seen something normally kept camouflaged within one another.

She doesn't need to be told. Odette's breath is a soft hum of amusement, singing against Celeste's lips for an appreciative, almost lavish kiss.]

boom boom room (w2) | celeste & odette

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cheekily tagging back spicy thread first just once bc it's friday...little treat

(hand gestures) some time later..

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spoilers (child abuse/sa warning)

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