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Post by Alice Himeno on Feb 25, 2016 1:03:25 GMT -5
Icy blue orbs gazed monotonously at the rippling reflection atop the water before her. A mass of ruffled white hair laced out from all directions, hanging over a pair of tired blue eyes. A few fringes scraped the smooth ivory skin at the expanse of collarbone exposed by the unbuttoning of her usual black and thinly white vertical-striped top. With two of the topmost buttons undone, it left little to imagine further down the snowfield of frosted skin, but enough modesty had been administered to fasten the third topmost button to cover the lacy black bra that would have been exposed. Slender, bare legs meanwhile stretched out elegantly from under a knee-high, frilled, black skirt. One bare foot was lowered to stir the cold water with a toe while the other hovered just atop the surface as if waiting to strike something below.
It was clear that today was not one of the snowy widow's best days. Wracked by confusing thoughts, insomnia, and just plain boredem, she'd become sort of a brief, inelegant mess at the moment. Yet inelegance aside, she still kept her grace, guard, and web polished in the public eye. A drop of the guard is what got arachnids killed in nature, after all, even if they were armed with lethal venom like her. Figuratively speaking.
Leaning back, she flicked a few jewels of the pool's cool water up into the air. They glistened madly before crashing back down like a pathetic rain into the massive collection of water. Her ankle was red from yet another ballet mishap, but of course, bearing a condition that disabled the host to feel pain, she wouldn't quite notice it unless it was pointed out or natural unfelt weakness from the injured limb caused it to give out. Such monotony... Alice couldn't quite care if someone stumbled upon her like this. A flash of skin was a temptress's charm, anyways, so she could always flip the encounter in her poisonous favor. That was, if she even had the energy and strong webbing at the moment to do so. Ah, how pathetic.
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Post by Gilda Hohenzollern on Mar 26, 2016 22:34:11 GMT -5
Gilda exited the changing area and took a long glance around. It was rather quiet which was a bit of a shame. Normally Gilda would have come with Hilda but she had been a bit under the weather and that meant a lonely bath. The lack of other girls also meant a lonely bath and the prospect of a quick dip and return to bed was becoming more appealing to the discouraged youth. She walked over to the bathing area and set the modesty towel to one side. With a less than elegant grace, she filled up a water bucket and rinsed herself off. She did that a second time and then began the almost meditative act of washing. Gilda let her mind wander and, as usual, it went to the presidents. It was selfishness, from all three of them of course. Gilda was not blind to her shortcomings though she considered them attributes. Each president cared about their own school which was only right. They'd been elected to do so. But if Gilda was going to bring on a new era of peace and love, she had to get them to think about more than that.
She slid the sponge down her leg slowly. She'd have to redo her toenails soon, if she was going to win hearts, she needed pure beauty. Gilda would have to get the presidents to see the importance of unity, or, failing that, get the students riled up for it so the presidents would have to accept. The trouble was, the rivalry between the schools ran deep. She'd have to dig up ancient memories again, reopen the old wounds. That kind of thing was a risk, it could make a girl very unpopular. Gilda finished the wash and rinsed herself off again before she stood up, took her long privacy towel and walked toward the bath. If something didn't catch her mood quick, she'd be back in bed with sick sister far too soon.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Mar 26, 2016 23:21:57 GMT -5
The stillness was comforting to the spider. Perhaps almost a little eerie at some moments. This was supposed to be a place of public activity, or so she would have guessed. Either way, if it was indeed active at this time, she most likely wouldn't have come. Not in this kind of messy state. Even if not one of her best days, however, the snowy widow was one that could still pull off natural attractiveness and allure even if a bit unkempt in appearance. Reaching down, she skimmed a few pale fingertips across the glassy surface of the water. She brought them up and used the dampness to smooth down some of the messier fringes. Judging by her reflection, it fortunately improved her appearance. Weariness still shadowed her icy eyes. There was nothing really she could do about that.
Breathing out a frosted sigh, the pallid dancer retracted her outstretched legs and stood. Thin white frills pooled about her knees. It was probably for the best that she returned back to her dorm. Alice flicked a small icicle braid from her face as she began to walk towards the changing area. She had been too weary to tie the other loose strand on the right into the second signature braid. As she'd heard briefly in the location's origin, the pool and the bathhouse used to be connected until a separate room was built to separate them. Regardless, they still came to share the same changing area. And there is where she had left her long black socks and shoes, of course. So she entered the modest room, searching for the articles. They were easily located, yet she paused in the process of retrieving them. She didn't quite feel as if she was by herself here anymore. There had been no one in the pool, nor the changing room, so perhaps, the baths? Curious, Alice gracefully passed by her forgotten shoes and peered into the warmer section of the bath house. A glittering swirl of feathered out barely shoulder-length hair swirled after her.
There was a girl here. One with long green hair. Was she a predator or perhaps prey? The snowy spider wanted to conclude the latter, but something told her that that wouldn't quite be the correct answer. Either way, prey or predator aside, this might be amusing. Maybe it would intrigue her for a while. Being a creature of unusual chilled body temperature, she wasn't too fond of warmth be it organic or artificial. Though intrigue got the best of her at the moment. Waltzing quietly back into the changing area, the widow discarded her clothes in a few elegant movements. She folded them and place them neatly with her shoes and folded socks, making sure to also untie the small braid from her hair. Next she retrieved a towel and promptly rinsed herself. Maybe her appearance would look a little more en point, not that it really mattered. The spider was a temptress and was good at improvisation if need be. Gathering her towel again, she flipped it modestly over her faintly-scarred ivory figure before waltzing back out into the warmth of the bath house. Time to make her presence known.
"Would you perhaps prefer some company, my dear?"
The inquisition slipped out softly yet held a slight playful edge to it.
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Post by Gilda Hohenzollern on Mar 27, 2016 8:44:14 GMT -5
If being addressed unexpectedly startled Gilda, she didn't show it. She had practiced after all. When you were president anyone could come up to you at any time. She looked at the girl, she was very pretty, not from Lulim either. Of course the only reason Gilda knew that considering their lack of uniforms was because she'd been trying to familiarize herself with the entire roster of the school. Treating it like language helped but it was an insane task. She was still hazy on names but she thought she had the faces of all her sisters down. Since this girl was not one of them, she was obviously from another school, though whether that school was Miator or Spica, GIlda could not guess. The president smiled softly. "I would not say no to it. My companion has abandoned me this evening and so I find myself very lonely. If you think you could take her place, I invite you to spend the night with me."
She turned away from the girl and walked up to the edge of the bath. She wrapped the modesty towel up and around her hair and then slowly stepped into the water. Let the other girl see what she'd like, Gilda enjoyed showing off what she'd managed, she also liked looking at it herself when she was with Hilda. She wasn't the most athletic girl, she was fair to middling when she joined in the track meets, but she was always running about doing things, and she generally tried to keep healthy. The only question now was how nature would treat her as she got older. Thus far it had not been entirely unkind but it certainly wasn't being very generous. Gilda slid into the water without a splash. Graceful and elegant, she could try to keep those in mind when she was with somebody even if it was a student from another school., It was her goal was to unite the three schools so she wanted them all to be on her side for it.
She turned to the other girl. "I am Gilda Hohenzollern, it is a pleasure to meet you." She could have been more formal but she hadn't brought her business cards so not by much. The girl was almost certainly not younger than her, but if she was older than it wasn't by much. She was also forward, so forward as to approach another girl in the bath. Of course whether that forwardness meant that Gilda would be able to give the girl a careful visual exam had yet to be revealed. She did hope so.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Mar 27, 2016 11:34:40 GMT -5
The girl hadn't even flinched. This surprised Alice a little, yet she didn't let the emotion connect to her face. She guessed she'd gotten used to eliciting a startled response out of people when she would sneak up on them because of her sometimes skittish dance partner. Ah well, it wasn't like it was anything of disappointment in her book. All the more for intrigue of what kind of character this green haired beauty had. With the confident way she seemed to carry herself, too, it didn't seem like she would register as prey.
So the girl was lonely? That brought the start of a smirk to Alice's pale lips, but she chased it away, determined to keep an air of grace for the time being. "I will gladly accept that invitation." Alice wasn't one of very many words. She wasn't shy, just not fond of speaking much. But when it came to her flirtatious nature, she manipulated that dislike to her own deployed charm so as to not cause an obstacle for it. Of course, however, with her silver tongue, words just come out naturally. It was a game to her, and she loved it. Icy eyes trailed the girl as she approached the bath. She was pleased by the grace the other seemed to uphold. The towel was bunched up and slipped about the green hair, leaving the rest of the figure exposed. Normally, Alice played to the hand of modesty when looking at others - well, most of the time. This was a bath house after all, though, so looking at someone exposed couldn't really be helped nor avoided. To Alice, that was kind of a perk. Especially when she was a bit bored and in search for something to ward it off. And just her luck there was a girl here now that might be able to do just so. Her gaze trailed briefly over the exposed skin before fluttering back up to the other's face.
Gilda Hohenzollern. An interesting name. The snowy spider ran it through her cluttered mind a few times to get it down. Whether she would remember it after tonight was purely up to impression. She rarely ever remembered the names of girls she played with unless they especially captured her interest. Yet even with interest apprehended, the spider was a heart breaker, and therefore, would bring a crushing blow to that beloved name some time or another. That was an infamous reputation she was keen in upholding. There had been only one that had succeeded in breaking out of that loop so far. She'd have to keep her iced guard up to prevent that from happening again. Yet what was a guard of ice to a little heat? "Alice Himeno. A pleasure to meet you as well, my dear."
As was accustomed to her elegant, proper nature, she gave a slight bow when introducing herself. Lacy white hair brushed over her shoulders like snow. How would this change of events go? She could wonder as she proceeded gracefully to the edge of the bath herself. At first, the ivory dancer sat at the very edge to submerge her feet first. Warmth was the iced spider's weakness at times, and because of it, being submerged all at once had a possibility of making her faint. She wouldn't let that small weakness show, however. Finally, the towel came away. A snowfield of lily-white skin became exposed. She wasn't embarrassed about exposing herself. Though she was young, her frosty body showed signs of maturity. There were very faint scars here and there, but those were all mere accidents as she couldn't feel pain in order to have felt when they were created. In the light, they just melted into the snow of her skin. She folded the towel before setting it aside. She didn't quite care if she were to get her snowy hair wet or not. It needed to be fixed anyways, so what was the harm of possibly being submerged in water? The dancer lowered herself into the water elegantly, twitching in slight discomfort as the warmth enveloped her chilled being. The cold and warmth displaced each other in a quick instant. Her body temperature leveled off to a lukewarm coolness. Flickering the light of her ghostly blue eyes to her green haired company, she offered a slight smirk; the spider never exactly smiled; well, she had never really had a reason to yet. "May I ask what brings you here tonight?"
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Post by Gilda Hohenzollern on Mar 27, 2016 22:26:38 GMT -5
Alice, such a beautiful name. It put her in mind of a white rabbit and a strange world. Though this girl was pale enough to be that white rabbit so in a way it fit. Gilda smiled. She was very pretty. She could see the traces of scars as Alice entered the water and that spoke of many mysteries to be unlocked. A land unexplored and a rabbit named Alice. Gilda was sure that somewhere there was some educational thing about Rabbit and the Alice being the same, anyone can make up that sort of thing. Perhaps she could be the cheshire cat. Wouldn't that be fun, guiding, leading, intertwining. She smiled at Alice and then slid lower into the water.
Gilda watched the girl through half lidded eyes. "I expect what anybody comes here for. I wanted to bathe and relax at the same time. I planned to come with my sister but she's not feeling well and the last thing she needs is to pass out in the bath." Gilda made a small dismissive motion with her hands. "It is her loss, or at least I thought it would be. But it's so empty, and it's not nearly as fun with one or two people. I had hoped that I'd run into one of my friends, sadly they aren't here either. She thought of all the people she met last year, so many tall upper and lower class students. They'd all be so much fun to cuddle up with in the water. Skin to skin in the hot water. She could be held and have a lovely soft thing to snuggle into. Of course sleeping in the bath wasn't healthy but that's why you kept with somebody. Let them be responsible, she had a school to run.
The girl hadn't reacted to her name though, so either she was a very cool and composed sort, or she didn't keep up with politics. It made some sense, after all, if she wasn't Le Rim, Gilda wouldn't have campaigned so hard in her circles. "What school are you from? I'm one of the girls of Le Rim." She'd save the president reveal for a more opportune time, or a time when she needed a little impressive news to get closer to the white rabbit.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Mar 27, 2016 23:37:15 GMT -5
A sick sister, huh? The baths didn't seem like too beneficial of a location for an person recovering from sickness, so Alice could agree with the statement. While the steam would have probably been helpful in clearing any sinus issues, the heat would be the impending risk with the sensitivity that came along with being sick. "Is that so? I do hope she recovers soon."
The snowy widow's words were sincere. She held onto her position as listener as the girl continued speaking, all the while trying to place a character for the girl. She seemed confident, pretty, of course, and appeared to be one that enjoyed the company of others. Especially the company of moderately sized groups. That made them a bit of polar opposites on one side, yet that didn't severe any further distance between the two in Alice's regards. How popular was this girl? What made her tick? Those two questions rung prominently through the snowy temptress's head as she shifted in the warm water. Vampire pale skin glistened under the blurry steam. Letting her white lashes fall over her eyes, she thought for a moment of what had been asked of her. This girl had revealed herself as a student of Lulim, just like her boyish dance partner. It was a sleepy little school in Alice's eyes pulled straight from a colorful fairy tale. Something about the girl's name and revealed school struck a faintly familiar chord, but the albino couldn't quite connect a label with the information. She didn't quite involve herself with the going-ons of the schools - not yet, at least - so she didn't really know that the figure beside her was in fact the Lulim Student Council President. Granted, she could sense a certain air of importance about her, but it just didn't connect in the snow flurry of her mind at the moment.
"Miator." She answered in her natural monotonous tone. Now that she thought about it, the three schools possessed a rivalry. Similar to the politics of Astrea, she concerned herself little with it. Only once had she been encountered up front with it by a certain fiery, lionhearted Spica girl. Did this girl share in the tension of the existing rivalry? Whether she did or not, Alice didn't really quite care that they were from separate schools. After all, a predator wouldn't get very far if they only confined themselves to prey native to only the boundaries of their territory alone. Yet again, Gilda here didn't seem like the type to be labeled as prey. Rather, she seemed to be befitting for the title of a mutual predator. Well, that didn't mean Alice couldn't try to ensnare her in her frosted web. That is, if she could manage to snag and keep her in its sticky embrace in the first place. "It appears as if I am encountering quite a few Lulim students lately, although, as it is often said, opposites attract, do they not?"
Or something like that. Alice had manipulated the phrase to mimic a bit of a flirtatious one, yet kept it playfully neutral as to be able to soften it if not taken comfortably. Comfort was key to a temptress's advances; without comfort no pawn could be moved up the chessboard and a loosing stalemate would ensue.
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Post by Gilda Hohenzollern on Mar 28, 2016 16:57:28 GMT -5
Gilda smiled. "I'm sure she will get better soon enough. She overworks herself sometimes." This white rabbit was a Miator, well it made sense. Miator had so many pretty girls and almost seemed to delight in its dolls. Gilda very much delighted in Miator's dolls as well. This one seemed to be of particularly fine porcelain and she longed to get in close to feel how smooth the rabbit might be. Well she would have to be patient. "We do tend to get around and travel in a lot of circles. Spica is driven, Miator is beautiful, and we lulims wander around where we like." She slid in a bit closer to Alice. The girl seemed to be inviting action, but she would wait for the Miator to make the first move, after all, that was more fun.
"I would have to disagree, Kaninchen. I dearly love my sister and we're so alike people say we could be twins." She laughed, of course the joke was a bit lost without Hilda there. Oh well, with luck they'd both get to play with the rabbit a little. "I think it's just that everyone likes to try something exotic occasionally. And when something exotic tickles your palate then you are just left wanting so much more." Gilda moved slightly closer, nearly close enough for Alice's hair to brush by her arm. Her hand inched out under the water, palm up like an offering. Let Alice decide, take her hand, take the pill. Would she pull Gilda into her lap or Roll onto Gilda's. Would she leave the offering hanging there? Gilda had the tea party ready, it was Alice's choice to join in.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Mar 28, 2016 18:49:58 GMT -5
"That's understandable."
Too much work lead to strain, and strain could lead to sickness if the mind and body equally are pushed too hard. How long it took to recover based solely on the inflicted's willingness to get back into the swing of things and if they could lay still long enough to recover. People who tended to work a lot usually ended up pushing themselves again when they began feeling better; only to collapse again the next few days down the line. A vicious cycle, it was.
As for the descriptions regarding the schools, Alice offered a thoughtful nod to confirm agreement. Spica was like an ambitious fire, Miator, a delicate lily, and Lulim, a carefree melody that twisted and ebbed like water. That was, to put it poetically. Lulim didn't seem like environment that marched to a regulated tempo. It seemed more carefree; less confined than the stuffy yet elegant Miator. That freedom instilled a bit of envy in Alice, yet, as all emotions before, kept it from frosting over her mask. The ivory dancer watched the girl move closer but made no progression to move away. She wanted to play a bit, and if this fellow predator did too, why rob her of the possible fun? She was a bit curious about this pretty face, after all.
It appeared as if the metaphor had elicited a lighthearted disagreement. Alice once more found herself in the position of listener, icy eyes frosting over the approaching other. Kaninchen, an interesting term. She didn't quite know what it meant, though assumed it to be in a different language. Again the girl mentioned her sister. Hearing this, she wondered what kind of person she was like, being referred to as strikingly similar. Maybe Alice would see her someday somewhere in passing. She rarely went looking for people, so it wasn't like she would seek her out out of the blue without definite reason. Her mind slipped back to Gilda's words. Exotic was a nice change of pace at times. New, fresh, and not experienced before. It could be mysterious too, and mysterious was often the throb of the human heart. Even if that heart was concealed in a prison of ice and similar mystery like Alice's.
The light of her frosted gaze finally trickled down to the hand that had been upturned. Gilda was extremely close now. So much so, that she could slightly detect the other's warmth on her frosty, lukewarm skin. This was an interesting occurrence. It was clear that this girl wanted to play, even if just a little. Who was a fellow predator to deprive her of that? Offering a slight smirk, the snowy rabbit of Wonderland slipped a slightly colder hand into the offered one. She'd accept the invitation to the tea party. A tea party of one would be awfully lonely, after all. Alice was graceful in her movements as she pulled the girl closer. She wasn't much of a creature fond of being sought mutually, but her interest was piqued. Frosted skin brushed ever so lightly against the other's. She'd taken the invitation to twirl the girl into the icy throne of her lap. She'd performed it in a way so that the girl was facing her at first; being a temptress, she liked seeing the reactions she could provoke from others. It helped her learn about them a little more. Each flower's reactions, whether predator or prey at heart, were unique in their own way. What such one would this playful Cheshire cat exhibit?
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Post by Gilda Hohenzollern on Mar 28, 2016 21:31:45 GMT -5
Gilda kept her eyes on Alice, it was her move but she was prepared. The sudden grab and pull was quick but entirely expected. She perched on her soft throne, straddling the Miator girl. She smiled down at Alice, now slightly elevated above her. "I like this side of Miator. I love when you maids rise up and take what you deserve." She leaned in closely and kissed Alice's neck. "I doubt I could steal your first kiss, my kaninchen. I certainly don't have one that you can take from me." That had been lost pretty much an eternity ago. After all, who better to practice with than with a loving sister. Gilda inhaled deeply, the water had washed away all but the faintest trace of Alice's scent. Still, it was nice enough. Gilda pulled back a little to look at Alice. She leaned in until their foreheads were touching. "I wouldn't mind another kiss on my lips though."
Gilda was playing up top but that didn't mean she was inactive below. One hand grasped Alice's tightly, the other decided to explore. It slid down the side of Alice's waist. Was there a scar? It felt so smooth and lovely. Exactly as she had imagined the porcelain doll to be. Perhaps she'd had it wrong the whole time. This Alice was the white rabbit and Gilda was chasing her. It was all a little mind game. "I want to drink you all up, kaninchen. I am tempted by your chalice and your label demands that I partake of your sweetness." Gilda's hand slowly traced up Alice's body until it caressed her face.
"Did you know your name means Nobility in France? A royal demeanor like yours is cool to the touch but I bet you burn inside. Burn with passion and drive. You are full of fuel that waits to be ignited." Her hand trailed back down, nail lightly sliding over some of the more sensitive parts of the anatomy, where past and personal experience said were good places to elicit a response. "I want to ignite your fires, velveteen."
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Post by Alice Himeno on Mar 28, 2016 22:49:43 GMT -5
That's right. Miator girls were often submissive. The school was dubbed the "bridal path" of Astrea after all. But Alice wasn't like all those caged birds. No, she was the artisan of her own rules and lifestyle. Sure, she still possessed and exercised her strictly taught mannerisms, but she was a predatory arachnid within, and thus spun the frozen threads to the tempo of her own snow drift. So the comment drew a single quiet chuckle from the girl. A kiss was pressed to her neck. The albino didn't convey any sort of vulnerable action; no, she wasn't like any of the shy, vulnerable prey that could easily be extinguished into submission. As for the comment regarding the theft of a first kiss, Alice had to chuckle yet again. This time it was a bit more playful. "I believe you have me wrong, my dear."
The phrase slipped out softly, laced with a playfulness and a broader smirk. Alice had, too, lost her first kiss a long while ago. Well, it was more like she'd given it away to one of her helpless targets of prey during one of her sadistic, heart-breaking games years ago. Just a light brushing of the lips was all she would let it escalate too. That was until she'd kissed her dance partner last summer, though, with much more passion than she'd ever administered. Really, she'd been following her predatory instinct at that time. Surely it could be deployed here. Especially when passion was present to serve as a guide. All the physical contact sent sirens blaring in the snowy figure's head. She wasn't used to being touched, nor was she quite fond of it due to the resulting dislike of touch. She was more of a touch rather than be touched sort of mechanism. Her ivory skin tensed with every caress, yet for the sake of passion and her predatory haze, she didn't recoil from it.
Each caress fluttered over a new snowfield of skin. Alice kept her smirking visage in place all the while, determined not to let the ice of her guard melt in the hands of this Cheshire cat. She wasn't very sensitive, which helped, but the skin near her thighs proved to be slightly betraying. She kept her frozen mask however; surrendering to another predator was not an option. Gilda's words were passionate. Ardently so. They were an echo of a certain Wonderland and Alice's own instinctual desires at the moment. It was almost frustrating to the widow for she had never let anything escalate quite this much. Though she had to admit it was kind of refreshing mingling with another predator rather than a timid insect-like being of prey that flinched at every caress and flirtatious comment. Well, she loved all of those quivering reactions but this. This was of a new level of interest, she supposed. Yet this white rabbit wasn't an easy, vulnerable catch. Nobility, hm? Alice was more of a tyrant queen rather than a distinguished royal. She'd been actually named after Alice herself, the girl of many surreal adventures in the swirling world of Wonderland. That aside, she did burn within under all that ice. And with the drifting southern caresses - although her lack of fondness of being touched wanted to blare in protest - the fire only burned with more intensity. It almost caused a brief crack in the unrelenting mask. She let it out in the form of a quiet breath. Inexperience with being touched herself aside, her own body seemed like it was trying to betray her frozen monarchy. Gilda was surely experienced in this. Though patient, Alice didn't want to be surpassed on her snowy throne. She may have pulled Gilda into the heart of her frosted spider's web, but it would be the girl's own responsibility to earn a steady spot in its instability for however long the passionate scene would last.
"And I yours, ma chérie." The words pushed past her pale lips in an icy whisper. Coupled with the more intimate form of the French word for "my darling", she leaned in briefly to brush her frosty lips against the others softly as the curtain of snowflake lashes fell for a moment over her eyes. It was meant to be a teasing action and therefore didn't last too long. The frosted free hand soon skimmed across Gilda's waist down to her thigh. Eventually, it relocated for a brief moment to teasingly brush near someplace more sensitive before returning to her waist so she could have a little better hold of her. What sort of Wonderland could they create? Whatever came next, Alice would let the grinning cat decide. She liked being in control herself - she actually very much preferred it - but she was genuinely interested in what kind of decision the other would put into play. Even if decided to continue at this very moment, they could still speak afterward. Frozen orbs glittered with amusement up at the green haired beauty, never loosing the natural malice hidden behind the transparent glass of ice. "Your move" they smirked.
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Post by Gilda Hohenzollern on Mar 29, 2016 17:50:45 GMT -5
The rabbit laughed, there was real emotion to it, real pleasure. Gilda had made progress. The game wasn't an exact science and it was best played with an interesting opponent. She obviously wasn't a kisser though, not with such a chaste brushing of the lips, well that was a shame. Gilda enjoyed the taste of another girl's lips. It felt so personal, so entwining. Gilda felt the taught muscle beneath her fingers as her hands played across Alice's body. Perhaps she had been wrong, maybe this girl wasn't as experienced as she had pretended to be. Gilda let her hands slide along Alice's waist, down her thigh, and along her leg as she matched her bunny's own caresses. The slow build up, the teasing, she loved it. Of course it was only slow in her own head. Gilda had an impatient nature and a drive to dwarf a Cadillac.
Gilda smiled, her eyes meeting Alice's and sparkling with impish delight. "Oh kaninchen, you don't know what you ask for." She leaned in again and kissed Alice's neck, then kissed up to her ear. "I am already aflame." She whispered softly. "I've been burning since I saw this school in ruins. Torn asunder by a corrupt student council." Gilda's muscle's didn't go taut, but they did seem to straighten in a way, as if she was adjusting her posture. She leaned back and her free arm came away from it's slow caress and took hold of Alice's shoulder. "I caught fire seeing a corrupt system designed to alienate at least one school each year, a position of power wasted and abused by two girls who would not step in and stop petty girls from destroying the school over some lover's spat."
Gilda seemed to rise. She was still in Alice's lap but she'd started straightening herself at the waist. She would never tower over Alice, but she had height enough to rise above the other girl. "I saw injustice lead to pain and wasted money and wasted time. The school got lucky, bailed out by chance. Nothing can ignite my flame more than it is. My soul is fully aflame and I shall use its heat to soar above it like an eagle riding thermals." She had her back straight now, as if she was addressing a crowd in full dress, not another girl in the nude. She was almost a head above Alice at full attention, chest on full display. "I want all girls to burn for the future, for a greater tomorrow so that we can all soar in the clouds and be the best. I want the best for all of my sisters. But the council cannot do it on their own. Miator and Spica continue to bicker, they don't know the love I want to show them. The three sisters, Miator, Le Rim, Spica, the three Astrea beauties can become the greatest power the world has ever known. But not alone, not infighting as we are."
She looked into Alice's eyes. "Daughter of Miator, you have the heart, the passion, the love, I know it. I want to share it. I want to share my love with you. If we could just unite in love, we could unite the schools. The Etoiles have failed, they leave a sister alone, forced to watch alone. The other Presidents don't stand as an idol and could easily be thwarted by the two lovers. Presidents are chosen by a single majority of a single school of daughters, but the lovers are chosen by the majority of all the granddaughters of Astrea. Their majority, their power. It makes me burn to think it is wasted, that at best it excludes a daughter of the hill, at worst it excludes two daughters." Gilda's hand was tightening onto Alice's shoulder. Almost painfully so, though neither of them were likely to notice. Gilda herself had worked herself into a fervor. "Soar with me, become my sister, we can all rise together but we must be united. I want to unite with you."
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Post by Alice Himeno on Mar 29, 2016 19:22:23 GMT -5
Another round of caresses mirroring her own. Another kiss to her neck. Alice found delight in this teasing game. Such games were her forte, including those of the mind. Just as she was full of passion, however, she was still an iced arachnid deep down inside; a snowy white widow; and thus had a supply of venom if administered the wrong move or given a reason to bite. And she was no stranger to deploying that acidic venom if provoked.
Iced eyes remained trained on Gilda's face as she began to deliver what seemed to be a sort of impassioned, personal speech. The air about her changed. The Chesire cat morphed into a monarch-figure, straightening into a more proper position. Each word swirled with a passionate ambition. They swirled and conjugated into the revelation of an underlying goal. Unite the schools. Purify them from the corruption that plagued the whole of Astrea. This was a girl of ambitions. Of great dislike for the rivalry hollowing out the warring schools of Miator and Spica; of Astrea itself. Those words made the Etoiles themselves out as corrupt figureheads along with the whole system. An infinite circle of corruption and exclusion.
The green haired beauty's words turned the frozen clockwork in Alice's mind. The proposal at the end; unite to rise. Spiders were of solitary nature; Alice was no different in that light. Yet this wave, no, tsunami of ambition and what could be called insanity that was pouring from the feverish girl before her had made her think. If she choose to unite that would be a whole other rabbit hole that would be dived into. Alice felt the pressure on her shoulder increase. It might have been painful, yet of course, she couldn't feel it. Would a bruise be left? If so, it would only serve as a memento to whatever went down with the course of this unexpected evening. Gilda's words did hold a feverish insanity to them. But the more Alice pondered and sifted through the snow flurry of her mind and glossed the frosted light of her icy gaze over those empowered eyes, she recalled that most in Wonderland were insane. The best people were, wasn't it? Whether that be a figurative metaphor of speech or simply its own rabbit hole result of insanity.
Iced orbs narrowed slightly, not in irritation, but thought, as she surveyed the rising monarch whom had now risen high enough for her chest to be exhibited in full exposition. For moment, the rabbit chalked the two of them as the red and white queen. Unite the kingdoms, unite Wonderland, metaphorically speaking. This sounded among the same chess board, yet with so many more chess pieces and perhaps potential consequences. Alice contemplated this for a moment more, her eyes still kept to their contemplating narrowed state.
"That is quite a proposal, my dear. I see now the fire within, how brightly it burns and the ambition behind it and its fervent passion. Fire and ice don't quite mix in former forethought, yet when combined, can stir a harmony of steam at its full potential." The smirk never left her lips as she spoke, though it surrendered some of its broadness to come off more serious. The spider, or in this case, the ivory white rabbit, had melted just a fraction of her ice for this girl. For her heated ambitions. She wasn't quite used to speaking this much, and thus, sounded slightly winded at the last few words. Yet to keep her poise and grace, she didn't let it show too much. "Let's let fire and ice collide; the steam will be the updraft to this union's ascension."
The white rabbit had offered her agreement to this union. This union of sisterhood and this insanity-driven and passion-driven Wonderland.
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Post by Gilda Hohenzollern on Mar 29, 2016 21:00:39 GMT -5
Gilda never stopped to doubt her own power. She had always plowed on like a runaway train, even when things went wrong she never believed that it would stop her for more than a moment or two. When she did crash, it was sure to be a train wreck of historic proportions. But she'd rise from that too, she knew it. So the idea that this girl would react unfavorably to the great future of Astrea hill was inconceivable. So Gilda thrived on each word the girl spoke, her spirit soaring as her challenge was met with exuberant agreement. "Then let us unite, sister. Unite and soar." Her arms circled around Alice and lifted her up as she pulled back with all her strength. She locked lips with her rabbit, and the cat and bunny fell backwards into the water.
Ice and fire met and mixed amid clouds of steam. Gilda was unworried about any stumbling in on their unification. After all, who would dare interrupt, and who could stand against their united desire and leave uninspired, untouched, unloved. Her mind and body were alight, her mind with the fervor of a crusading angel and her body with the desire of a starving succubus. She followed the sounds and without any cries against, she was perhaps rougher than she would have been with one of her preferred lilies. Her questing mouth had left many a mark up and down the porcelain skin of the rabbit.
Gilda felt relaxed afterwards. She hadn't been able to let go like this in a long time, she'd become too focused on her new position in the council, on all her plans and dreams. To unite with a sister like this was so lovely, she'd have to talk to Hilda, perhaps this was the medicine her sister needed. She looked at Alice. At some point they had left the bath, and it was a good thing too, too much heat would leave you sick and they'd ended up on the rock like tile. The coolness of it contrasted wonderfully with the heat that had been given off by their mad coupling. "I'm glad I met you tonight, kaninchen."
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Post by Alice Himeno on Mar 29, 2016 22:02:16 GMT -5
Alice knew the extent of the proposal she'd agreed to. If it turned out to be a mistake, then it would be a beautiful one, regardless. In the moments following her agreement, the fire of this unification was kindled, and she found herself being lifted up, her cool lips prisoner to the passionate, warmer ones of the Cheshire cat. Water glistened in a soft splash in the fall backwards that ensued.
Being engulfed in warmth all at once jolted the snowy widow, but the ignited passion within her was far warmer. Or perhaps was it the combined passions of the shared passionate kiss? Alice didn't really stop to think about it; she was too focused in their unification to even think all too much. Each mark delivered by the green haired beauty blossomed like roses across the snowy pale skin. They'd be prominently noticeable across the snowy expanse. None of the roughness hurt; even if it did, Alice couldn't have really felt it to flinch or recoil, which was a perk. Not that she would have even if she could have felt it. Being the spider she was, she wasn't exactly the gentlest maiden out there. Yes, just as Gilda had decorated her body in obvious marks, she'd made sure to leave a few on her as well. Like she did with anyone who managed to tangle passionately with her, she delivered a soft nip to the girl's lower lip before the kiss ended. It was her own personal little memento to show that one had earned the respect and passion of the predatory spider. It wasn't hard at all. She'd dared not bite hard after making her dance partner's lip bleed right before the quarrel that followed. Sometimes she misjudged how fragile people were because of her surreal condition that made her not able to feel pain.
Soon the passionate heat drained. As it did, so did a portion of Alice's energy. Unification. They were united now in sisterhood. Alice couldn't help but smirk when Gilda spoke after they left the bath. Without the warm steam of the water, her temperature took little time to return to its natural chill. The coolness of the tile helped, too. Though the heat of their passionate moment still remained as a light warmth on her skin, just as the rosy marks.
"I am glad I met you too, my dear." She paused for a moment to glide an ivory hand through her damp snowy white hair. A few beads of water rolled down her back, the little amount of warmth they left quickly being chilled over. "Thank you for allowing me to provide you company, and for tonight."
With her hair now glistening in its damp ivory state, she looked almost like she'd had before this eventful evening, but with a renewed passion within. Elegantly twirling the signature small braid into the very front of her hair again, she mirrored it on the other side as well and flickered her icy orbs back up at the Cheshire cat. What an interesting character, Gilda had turned out to be. It made her want to know more about her. What sort of Wonderland could they venture to together - the Cheshire cat and the white rabbit? Something she hadn't expected as a serial heart breaker soon glided coolly past her frosted lips, "I hope to see you again sometime if possible, ma chérie."
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