plush pillows [m]

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 19, 2019 20:04:41 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]she leans back, thumbs the rocks glass in front of her. it's a wednesday. the speak-easy is fairly empty, save for the few regulars who come to enjoy the jazz and craft cocktails more than the thrill of a weekend night's buzz. 

slow and sultry, soft and muted. the jazz players are either feeling as melancholy as the weather or they're trying to put what little bar patrons l. stelle as has to offer to sleep. 

it's a hole in the wall place, requires a few knocks to get in. she wears a velveteen dress, feathered earrings that rest against her shoulders, just shy of her curled hair. she sits openly, at a table for two with only the single drink before her, half empty. 

the whiskey falls thick to her tongue, honey warming her teeth. she bats her eyes and watches the band with almost-interest. 




[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
close tab

played by

spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
awards
8,695 posts
part of
TAG WITH @silph
FERNANDO SILPH
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 19, 2019 23:27:46 GMT
FERNANDO SILPH Avatar
[attr="class","spiral"]Drinking is a sport best left for the weekend, in the hands of good company and even more rambunctious friends. The rowdy laughter of patrons who cherish the end of a hard week bombard the streets of Lilycove with a cheer for the debauchery that's to come. The liveliness of the streets are the exact reason Fernando avoids the same commute. His workflow leads to dreary nights and his indulgence fall along the typical work week, stifling the growing fatigue that comes from self imposed overtime.

The bars of Lilycove are both comparably unique yet similar since they inherently borrow from the city's vibrant history to carry their central theme. The Speak-Easy is no different, tailored as a smooth jazz bar that breaks away from the other low maintenance sports bar that rely on big Pokemon battles to curry their business. The advent of the Tapu avatars have cemented his name in the media and the lack of attention or a television makes the cocktail bar more attractive compared to his usual spot. Fernando takes a chance and finds himself at the bar, looking over the menu of specialty drinks before settling on the standard happy hour special: gin and tonic.

The string of piano key lull a slow tempo and Fernando finds his eyes strewn along the floor. Drink in hand, his eyes focus in on the band before drifting along the other select few that have decided to venture out for the evening. Another couple sits near the front together and a middle age man sits off near the fire exit. There's only one person alone that perks his interest but Fernando remains inactive, drink in hand as he gauges the only single lady here.




[newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 20, 2019 3:33:01 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]it's eclectic. persian rugs adorn the floors, the walls. antique wall sconces are lit with dripping golden candles. nudist artwork is almost obscured by the heavy drapery that hangs everywhere. noise is absorbed; the bassist's fingers keep plucking. 

ice clinks in her glass. she purses her lips, sips. cherries spread their sweetness at the tail end of her drink. the finishing is always most pleasurable. 

there's a waitress tottering by the bar, counting the cash drawer. and so she stands rather than wait for her to come to her table, rounds around the ghosts in the audience floor. heels click on the two steps up to the bar and then she slides into a stool, half-sitting, body cocked to the newcomer in the bar (of course she hadn't missed him). 

"old fashioned," she says, purses candied lips, "heavy on the bitters.

"and a negroni for this one."
she smiles at her, then at the man aforementioned, and starts her mixing. anya toils with the remnants of her first drink, one brow raised. "just because they're on special doesn't mean you have to settle, you know." 



[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
close tab

played by

spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
awards
8,695 posts
part of
TAG WITH @silph
FERNANDO SILPH
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 21, 2019 11:04:07 GMT
FERNANDO SILPH Avatar
[attr="class","spiral"] Lady Luck strings him like fiddle, toying with his intentions well before he has a chance to act upon them. The tempo of the chase is distorted by the repeated blow of the saxophone and Fernando finds himself on the receiving end of of being courted. To have someone else approach feeds into two likely scenarios, both of his assumptions stemming from the notoriety that comes with his name.

"Settling keeps you humble. At least until someone else can buy me a drink." His words don't express his demeanor, the complete antonym behind an assertive smirk confident in his own poise. "I don't usually catch the fancy of someone else's treat."



[newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 21, 2019 15:52:32 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]she knows who he is. how could she not? and she knows he knows it too. she's not some floozy at a dive bar with no more than a penny to her name. this place is for those who pretend they don't know each other's names, for those who, for those who yearn for a few hours of respite from who they truly are. 

but she's a flickering mirage of a thing and she's here not because she wants to forget who she is, but because she wants to revel in it. to revel in someone; she wants to crave and be craved. 

at least, until she doesn't. 

"if i wanted to flatter you, i'd say i find that hard to believe." their drinks are placed subtly before them and she takes hers into her hands, leans back into the bar stool. crossed ankles are undone as she places the toe of her stiletto against the adjacent bar stool's footrest. skirt hitches, soft skin of her thigh exposed. taunting, teasing. 

"but i don't think you're a man that likes to be flattered." she raises her drink to her lips, lips turned in a smile.



[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
close tab

played by

spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
awards
8,695 posts
part of
TAG WITH @silph
FERNANDO SILPH
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 22, 2019 0:01:10 GMT
FERNANDO SILPH Avatar
[attr="class","spiral"] Flattery is an everlasting buzz that blooms on its own. It takes a conscious effort to dissuade himself from snapping at the bait dangled harmlessly in front of him, privy to the invisible line that hustles for hungry intentions. The reversal of the chase comes with the revelation that he's the prey, a refreshing change but one laced with unknown dangers. Keeping his wits about him becomes a priority but one that must be knotted in secrecy to pry deeper into her net. Find her objective and then reap from her all his just desserts.

Fernando's drink sits nestled in his hand with Anya's patiently waiting, tempting but secondary to his own choice. There's a message to be derived by his next action and he diverts off his own path, planting a finger against the rim of the cocktail's straw to stir the ice in measured circles. "Oh?"

Narrowed eyes settle onto her gift, flirting toward her in small, subtle glances meant to stomach his approach. Decisiveness is reserved for the bold and for now he'll follow her lead. Build off her until he understand her intent and wretch the initiative right out from under her. The wiles of women do not elude him and the tease of flesh is one meant for boys. Intent is one thing, teasing is another, neither grant Fernando a definitive answer for what he wants and that alone is enough to stave off foolish desire.

"What kind of man do you take me for?"

An eyebrow raises the question and the gap in conversation allows him a moment to taste her — his drink. Contrary to its appearance, the drink is bitter. The vibrant color and decorative peel hint at something sweet but the taste of Grepa rips that expectation from the tip of his tongue. He stifles a mild chuckle and opens up, straightening up as his elbow leans forward, tilting him toward her direction.



[newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 23, 2019 23:53:25 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]she can read it in his body language; she can read it in his eyes. she can see his past and his present and his future and it's all so delicately delicious. a haze has settled over her, but she's drunk on his possibilities, on her hypotheses. 

another honey-buzz taste of her old fashioned and then she neatly sets the drink down, crooks her arm, settles her chin and her cheek against her palm. her eyes are half-lidded as she looks up at him. she's not yet sure if he craves her flesh. 

some people simply don't. 

"a man who likes power," she whispers and then she reaches down with her other hand, hooks her finger in the belt loop of his pants, and goes to yank him closer, smirk inching up her face. 

"who splashes about it in, smothers himself with it, engorges insatiably." and then her whispers turn husky, sultry, as her fingers tighten. "but it's too easy, isn't it? too easy for you to take?" she wants to trap him, make him squirm, make him uncomfortable.



[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
close tab

played by

spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
awards
8,695 posts
part of
TAG WITH @silph
FERNANDO SILPH
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 26, 2019 19:55:14 GMT
FERNANDO SILPH Avatar
[attr="class","spiral"] That's a common appraisal that Fernando hears regardless of circumstance. None of them are wrong but he acts so desperately to paint his image as anything but, another step to add onto the deception. But, like Anya's growing desire, escaping the association of title and claim prove impossible for him. His smirk loosens up and his eyes rest solely on hers, giving way to the pull, standing beside her, centimeters from touching.

"I like power but I don't engorge. I take what is given to me," hands loosen up and he staring down at her, facing her, exposed to her entirety. "Humility is knowing just how much to give for satisfaction." His voice is softer to match her volume, prying into her to find out what lies underneath. His assumption falls on lust but his consciousness suspects another hunger, something more.

"There is power in giving. All you have to do is ask."



[newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 29, 2019 1:05:23 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]there's power in giving. 

"in relinquishing," she says, words dribbling like honey from her lips. 

he moves closer and her knee wavers, falls a few inches to the side. her skirt catches, hitching up higher. she stares up at him, blue eyes cold, flat, hiding all that he might wish to take from her. 

she gives him a vixen smile and leans back, fingers splayed over the top of her glass. she takes another sip and tugs at his belt loop again, daring him closer. 

"i don't ask," she says. "i simply take." 

and then she stands. in one fluid motion, she slides her leg to the ground, thigh brushing his, and the bass almost follows her movements as she draws herself to her feet. the piano keys lilt as her movements supercharge the sleepy bar. 

she winks at the sax player and he taps his foot. drink forgotten (empty), her other hand finds his tie, wraps around its knot, and she tugs him forward. 

"you'll dance with me now," she purrs. 



[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
close tab

played by

spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
awards
8,695 posts
part of
TAG WITH @silph
FERNANDO SILPH
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Oct 31, 2019 7:20:22 GMT
FERNANDO SILPH Avatar
[attr="class","spiral"] Perception is in the eye of the beholder. One person's generosity is another's submission. Fernando walks a fine line between the two and finds himself at an impasse: does he bow his ego in pursuit of tonight's escapade? Anya beckons for him, appeals to his body with her own, knowing that his mind will soon follow. Meaningfully, he puts a conscious effort in keeping his gaze in line with her own, actively ignoring the pressing need to trace along the hem of her skirt as it peels back to reveal temptation in human form. Her eyes become his focus, a central point that he can fixate himself on and his irises parallel her own, in both tone and hue.

The mood is alive and the hunt is on. The pressure to match is inherent and Fernando feels himself coerce into an activity that doesn't suit him. The Silph is lead footed by nature but he falls in line well enough, obedience being uncharacteristic but infinitely easier than setting out on his own. She leads him by the neck and his body trails after, like on a leash, bold hands settling on her waist to keep her close. His front brushes against her backside, clothes providing the only barrier to skin on skin. Proximity allows him to prime his lips close enough to only be audible to the tickle of her ears. His breath is heated against skin, heavy with a play at bravado to hide his own incompetence.

"Just the two of us and you'll cause a scene."

Anya has his interest if only because a woman intrepid enough to command a Silph is a rare case. She's in that sweet spot of demanding his attention without being painfully bossy. As long as she continues to provide ample bait, she has him hook and line.



[newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Nov 1, 2019 16:48:06 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]that she might woo a man like fernando silph to bed is an intoxicating challenge, but she's played this hand many times over. it's a script that never changes with men, and he follows her like she knew he would and there's a small bit of disappointment in the back of her mind because of it. 

but he's kept his gaze steady and she can feel his resistance, the heavy footfalls of his feet as he struggles to shift his weight in time with the music. she laughs churlishly, ducking her chin as the warmth of his breath splays across her neck. 

"we're not making a scene, darling. i'm putting on a show." and then she twists; fingertips skitter over his shoulders as she drops her head back. cherry curls grace her shoulders as she looks up towards the rafters. her lips are half-parted, inviting, body curling delicately as she stretches her off-foot out, toes pointed. 

the pose lasts brief seconds, but it's stark and beautiful and just like the music, it too must move on. flowing ever gracefully, she drops one hand to his shoulder, the other to his hip, fingers stretching to the small of his back. 

there will be no swaying from side to side like children. she takes the lead and drags him into step. the music twists around them, bending them into shape. "listen," she murmurs into his ear. 



[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
close tab

played by

spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
awards
8,695 posts
part of
TAG WITH @silph
FERNANDO SILPH
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Nov 2, 2019 23:27:51 GMT
FERNANDO SILPH Avatar
[attr="class","spiral"] She's right about one thing: she's putting on a show. The same cannot be said about himself and there's a reason he prefers the role of audience. If she wants to dance for him that's one thing but to drag him along requires either patience or a guiding that allows Fernando to overcome his own stiffness. For him, a fluid motion is also the most efficient one, a straight laced solution that takes the least exertion. A quick turn, a mad dash out of danger, an instant draw of a Pokeball; to make extra motions for the art of presentation is lost upon him and it's impossible to undo.

Fernando feels his hand tighten around her waist when she dips herself, instinct running on high as his body assume a fall. He tugs her close and follows the touch of her hand, mirroring without understanding. She leads and he follows, half a step behind but pacing appropriately at her beckon. He can visualize how to move in accordance to the music and uses that as a crux to keep up. Only when he feels some semblance of rhythm does he allow his hand to slip from her waist to her hips.

"Do this often?"



[newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Nov 3, 2019 1:12:34 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]he catches on quickly. if he'd started stepping on her toes, she might have called it quits. there's no use throwing herself to his whims if she can't make them look pretty. 

his fingers reflexively tighten as she drops and her eyes half-close to near slits, delicate smile curling at her lips. she chuckles breathily and lets the rhythm take her. she turns in his arms, allows them space only to step close, close, closer. 

when he finds their step, the pattern of her shoes and the clicking of her heels, she changes. she shifts in stark ways, eyes glittering playfully, daringly. the band is watching them now with a fervor, complimenting and complementing them (her). 

"i'm just good at what i do," she whispers. and as the bass thrums, the pianist relaxes and she dips into the heavy beat, bites her lower lip and looks up at him through her lashes. "all that i do." 



[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]
close tab

played by

spiral

silph
SIR
twenty-nine
august 12th
saffron
oppressive
silph co. ceo
council member
POWER IS TAKEN, NEVER GIVEN—SO TAKE WHAT YOU ARE OWED
awards
8,695 posts
part of
TAG WITH @silph
FERNANDO SILPH
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Nov 5, 2019 8:59:25 GMT
FERNANDO SILPH Avatar
[attr="class","spiral"] There are a multitude of things that Fernando excels at. This is not one of them and he will not attempt to maintain some farce that he comes even close to adequate. He knows his place and acts as a background piece, used to accentuate the focal point of the duo. The music plays to her tempo and he follows seamlessly, stiff, modest moves bearing at least the bare minimum to keep pace.

"Then that begs the question," Fernando slackens under her eyes, his own holding firm with a perked curiosity, "what else do you do?"



[newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
close tab

played by

crow

molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
awards
340 posts
anya fowl DOLLARS
part of
TAG WITH @anya
anya fowl
plush pillows [m]
POSTED ON Nov 9, 2019 16:10:50 GMT
anya fowl Avatar
[attr="class","anyapost"]the whiskey sits warm in her belly, slicking her skin with a light sheen of sweat. she sways and rocks delicately alongside him, allowing her hands to wander (though not too much). just enough to tantalize. just enough to make him want more. 

she raises a brow and laughs airily, taking the moment to allow him to dip her. curling smile reaches her eyes. "please men like yourself," she purrs.  

she reaches up, gently touches his cheek. the violinist carries out the last note to their song and anya straightens. her lips are parted, breath slightly laborious. she tilts her head, gaze darting to the back of the bar, where a small room awaits them away from the soft lull of the band. where they can swathe themselves in thick carpet and drapes and their murmurs will be heard by no one. 

she takes him by the wrist and then lets his hand fall. her hips sway from side to side as she walks. she beckons to the bartender as she goes, and the woman prepares two more drinks for them as she disappears into the plush room and settles into one of the couches. 



[newclass=.anyapost]font:10px calibri;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost i]color:#861a1e;[/newclass]
[newclass=.anyapost b]color:#861a1e;font:bold 11px calibri;line-height:12px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass]