[It isn't the sight of a kneeling submissive or whatever other public kinks people have that riveted Circe. It was the creation she was traveling on, the metal construct that reflected the sun as though the flame was catching. While it was still a fast form of transportation, it didn't rival her father's chariot. That didn't lessen her amazement or surprise.
The sound drowned out the beating of her heart (another foreign concept). She was in a daze, watching the others but drifting between her thoughts. She pressed her fingers against her temple, leaning against the glass as the rumble of the train rocked her like the steady rhythm of the waves.]
Such power...what sort of place is this?
« « « END IN THE DISCORD
[She makes a strange sight in the club, still insisting on wearing her chiton dresses and veils. Perhaps it was the connection to her past, the woman she was that she was eager to hold to? It didn't matter truly, only that she felt safer and more comfortable in her skin, even in a place that was strange than the world she knew. Even among the gods, there was nothing quite like this club.
But connection was a strange thing and having been deprived of it for so long, Circe was willing to do a great deal to retrieve it. She submitted her name for the random lottery, as others had done, waiting among the noise and bustle for a chance to meet someone, anyone. Whether they would be a lover or not wasn't on her mind, she simply wished to have someone to talk to, another outsider.
Something she rarely found in the world, at least in hers.
When finally her name was called, she moved to the designated spot, taking a seat and tucking her feet beneath her.]
It is a strange way for others to meet, drawing names and claiming it is luck. Maybe this is fate?
WILDCARD
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Circe | Madeline Miller's "Circe" | Dominant
[It isn't the sight of a kneeling submissive or whatever other public kinks people have that riveted Circe. It was the creation she was traveling on, the metal construct that reflected the sun as though the flame was catching. While it was still a fast form of transportation, it didn't rival her father's chariot. That didn't lessen her amazement or surprise.
The sound drowned out the beating of her heart (another foreign concept). She was in a daze, watching the others but drifting between her thoughts. She pressed her fingers against her temple, leaning against the glass as the rumble of the train rocked her like the steady rhythm of the waves.]
Such power...what sort of place is this?
« « « END IN THE DISCORD
[She makes a strange sight in the club, still insisting on wearing her chiton dresses and veils. Perhaps it was the connection to her past, the woman she was that she was eager to hold to? It didn't matter truly, only that she felt safer and more comfortable in her skin, even in a place that was strange than the world she knew. Even among the gods, there was nothing quite like this club.
But connection was a strange thing and having been deprived of it for so long, Circe was willing to do a great deal to retrieve it. She submitted her name for the random lottery, as others had done, waiting among the noise and bustle for a chance to meet someone, anyone. Whether they would be a lover or not wasn't on her mind, she simply wished to have someone to talk to, another outsider.
Something she rarely found in the world, at least in hers.
When finally her name was called, she moved to the designated spot, taking a seat and tucking her feet beneath her.]
It is a strange way for others to meet, drawing names and claiming it is luck. Maybe this is fate?
WILDCARD
[See something not to your liking? Feel free to write something up. It could be arrival, orientation, whatever! Have at!]