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let's do the time warp again

MERIDA

COURT Seelie, neutral
INFLUENCE ★ ★ ★
TITLE Friend of the Dead, Hartslayer, Brave Heart, Lady Lioness of DunDealgan
OCCUPATION Lady of DunDealgan. archer, huntress, swordswoman
AGE 20
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL

wings given to Angus via a boon in December 2,700
as of September 2,701 will have a ring that can teleport her to places she's been before in Seelie territory

COMMUNICATION METHODS

compass, given by Korra (sangilak) and made by Hermione (brainiest) that will give network access and point to 'home' (place/person/etc)
capable of sending correspondence via bird, mainly ravens

RESIDENCE IN 2,701 DunDealgan, south of Daonna
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 DunDealgan, south of Daonna

MAJOR EVENTS

BEAST MASTER
Due to being the only one able to get close to Cu Chulainn and calm him down while in werewolf form, locals around the area of DunDealgan start to regard Merida as a beast master of sorts. Considering how she feels about his warp spasms, she doesn't exactly like this apparent appointment but if it's to protect him from any sort of torches-and-pitchforks scenario, she'll take it on. [ ✖ ]

TRUST IN BLOOD
A search through Treun for the escaped convicts of Leathann turns into a dangerous situation. In a moment of desperation, Merida accidentally kills a convict who has the intent of doing something unsavory to her. Traumatized, it's Gilgamesh of all people who pulls her through and reassures her that she did nothing wrong. The golden king, unwittingly, earns himself her trust and loyalty.
[ ✖ ]

LADY LIONESS
The year had seen to a great deal of change in Merida. Not just in something deciding that her fate lay within the other court, but in herself and the actions that she took, in the thoughts that she processed. Some part of her became...less idealistic, as it were, more open to the idea that this was war. It had taken her just near a year in the Drabwurld to accept that as fact, that she'd only be seeing home in her dreams, and half a year later to find it in herself to move on. This land of the fae was her reality now. These were her people. And that was why she needed to protect them. [ ✖ ]

MAJOR CHANGES

SORCERESS
Merida has started to take her magical studies more seriously than before. By the end of the time skip, she should be appropriately trained in all the magics she has taken on, both fire and runic magic.

WARRIOR
Likewise, Merida has been honing her combat skills throughout the year. With a new sword from Diarmuid as of August and a new bow from Wan as of Yule, she'll feel as though she'll be better prepared for any of the future battles. Having killed her first human (accidentally), Merida starts accepting the idea that it's okay to kill people sometimes.

PLANS

co-parenting wolfhound pups with Lancer
fire magic training
shard training
become known as some kind of beast master by the locals
visit the new Barrel once a month
bandit stomping along a trade route with Korra
swan shooting competition with Gilgamesh in April
Treun tourney
Samhain
White Hart Hunt II: the Hart's Revenge

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
For the most of it, Merida will be working on training in both her fire magic and her shard, along with learning some runes from Lancer, when she's not taking part in any of the events happening. Gaining influence in the surrounding area. Strengthening and being able to control her magic will be one of her primary focuses. She'll also be helping out around DunDealgan since she'll feel partially responsible for everyone there, considering she's courting its Lord. Many of her efforts will be going towards building up better personal relations between DunDealgan and the natives surrounding the area.

Another thing that I have planned is for her to open up a combat school for women of either court and/or natives only, offering it as a place of refuge during times of battle, and once she's lost her idealism and become a little more war hardened, offer her students out as mercenaries. This will all take time, possibly over the course of two time skips, but ideally I'd like to start planning things out now.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

EARLY MARCH - waking up in Caer Glaem
EARLY MARCH - chat with Saber
EARLY MARCH - chat with Mako
MARCH - making the fortress warm and toasty
MARCH - helping Diarmuid control his fire
MARCH - being defrosted by Gilgamesh, telling stories of the fae in exchange
MARCH - holy Lugh it's a lion
MARCH - bandit stomping with Korra
LATE MARCH - chat with Ben
LATE MARCH - the Barrel
MARCH - monthly summary
APRIL - things get frisky thanks to the harp (NSFW)
APRIL - Diarmuid's birthday at the Barrel
APRIL - breaking the harp
MAY - swan hunting competition with Gilgamesh. interruption by bandersnatch
MAY - running into Ben
MAY - monthly summary

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

TREUN - spectating post tournament
TREUN - exploring the markets and drinking
TREUN - shopping and talking with Saber
TREUN - chat with Hiro
TREUN - dancing with Alyosha
JUNE - monthly summary
JULY - talking with Gilgamesh during beachdraidh
JULY - bar fight
JULY - helping Diarmuid with CSI: Daonna
JULY - reassuring Lancer and going home
AUGUST - training and talk with Diarmuid
AUGUST - to the Sunsoak Markets. Diarmuid asks an important question
AUGUST - monthly summary

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

SEPTEMBER - visiting Alice
SAMHAIN - relaxing with the bae
SAMHAIN - talking with the Shuck
SAMHAIN - dancing and talks with Diarmuid
SAMHAIN - relaxing and talking with Sam
SAMHAIN - adventures in Scima with Gilgamesh
SAMHAIN - what happens in Samhain stays at Samhain
NOVEMBER - team up with Wan in Daonna
NOVEMBER - archery lessons with Wan
NOVEMBER - trouble in Treun (cw: sensitive topics)

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

DECEMBER - rematch with Saber
DECEMBER - meeting Diarmuid in fox form
DECEMBER - celebrating first year anniversary with Lancer (NSFW)
JANUARY - the Barrel
FEBRUARY - the Barrel

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - QUEST: skeleton zombies
MARCH - post quest wind down. serious talks with Sam (cw: sensitive topics)
APRIL - Station date with Hiro
LATE APRIL - lone fox
LATE APRIL - furry time at the Barrel
MAY - stopping Alice from doing something stupid ಠ_ಠ

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[She lets him lift her up, usually adverse to being carried so but at the moment, the harp was playing her strings like they were its own. Her legs go around his waist, settling her arms across his shoulders. She could deal with the rest of the stalls later, she thinks to herself, nestling her nose close to his neck before pulling back at that comment with a frown.]

What? Ye can't handle th' smell of a little horse shit?

[Vulgar for a princess, but right now she's just raising an eyebrow.]

On my clothes, I don't mind it a bit. Clothes are your last defense.

[The housewife in him was suddenly coming out and he wore a dangerous sort of smile when he looked down at Merida.

He wasn't at all obliged to tell her to get off of him, horse shit or not. Having her cling to him like that was well appropriate enough.]

But, not on my sheets.

Fine, but you're comin' in with me cause you smell like fish.

[The smile did nothing to phase her, reaching up to tug at a bit of his hair. At this very moment, she didn't care about propriety. Propriety had been thrown out the window a long time ago. Merida's lips purse together in a small frown of a pout before they quirk into a smile of her own, mischievous in tone.]

[He feigned surprise at that.] Oh? Here, I was thinkin' it was nice and aromatic.

[Really, he could have cheated and used his magical heroic spirit powers to shed the filth of sitting by a lake for an entire day off of his body, but that would have been a boring solution. From time to time, being a Servant was simply an inconvenience. Merida didn't have to know boring details like that.

He'd take the bath, instead.]

But, I guess I could show you how to run a quick bath.

[He said it with the confidence of a man who had clearly thought himself too clever for his own good.]

I know how to run a bath.

[Merida likely didn't want to know tiny details like that, were she aware of them. His fake surprise is met with another tug on his hair as he carries her, using the tug to press a kiss under his jaw, then to his neck, finding it in herself to be a little adventurous and nip at the skin, running over it with her teeth. She makes a small noise when she pulls her mouth off, leaning back in his grip and giving him a look as her fingers go to stroke along the back of his neck.]

But maybe you could show me how it's romantic.

[Her smile widens as she tilts her head, wriggling so that she was pressed against him, much like when she slept. Only she was wide awake and the intent had an entirely different meaning.]

Hah. [He remembered being trained to stand on one leg and exchange strikes from numerous angles at the same time. So much of his training in Scathach's camp had gone to waste, he thought. Not once had he ever fought solely on one leg or lost a limb in battle that would have taught him the need for that sense of balance.

Where it really came into play was that moment. Lancer raised one foot up with ease that had been forgotten for years so he could trip the latch to the door and shove it open--all so he wouldn't have to set Merida down.At least until they reached their destination.

One hand idled on Merida's backside, fingertips pointedly curling along the curve of it so he could give her a squeeze. His other hand was forced to draw away from her as he reached to a wooden post just by the basin. With one hand, he pulled it and water flowed into the empty basin. Realizing quickly that he had to check that the bottom was corked, he leaned over Merida's shoulder to ensure that it was. Relief washed over him, since that would have meant he'd have to stop for just a moment.

With that, Lancer set Merida's backside on the edge of the basin and then used that chance to dip lower, giving her a strong kiss to work her up while waiting for the water. He would have to make sure not to get too into things, he thought--or that basin would overflow and that bath wouldn't happen.]

[Her fingers were starting to tug at the cord keeping the neck of her dress strung together, feeling her skin under the material heat up as she got the annoying part out of the way and done with with a bit of a huff before she moved on to the lacing at the wrists, remaining draped over him as he carried her. The quicker she could get her dress off, the less time she had to spend struggling with it when they reached the basin. Her boots were idly toed off in much the same manner and for the same reason, clattering to the floor behind him with a plop and a squelch of mud and horse manure.

A small squeak left Merida's mouth at the roaming hand cupping her backside, mostly out of habit as a tug of the harp strings made her flush with the embarrassing tone of her voice. Hearing the water start to flow, she looked behind her as she was sat on the edge, toes already beginning to work her stockings off. The kiss made her sigh, a murmur leaving as she pressed her mouth back, putting some pressure behind her end and working her mouth against his.

One of her hands pressed against his abdomen and she idly trailed her hand upward and to the right, feeling muscle underneath his clothing as her hand did some of her own groping. By the time she pulled her head back from the kiss, Merida's cheeks were red as an apple, inhaling through her nose as she bit her lip.]

[With the toe of his shoe, Lancer idly nudged Merida's dirty boots a bit further from the bath. When it came to manure, open flames were best avoided, even if left out awhile. He also needed the room to set a rune beneath the basin. The stove beneath it was lit in an instant, just by him giving the tile a little tap with his boot.

Unlike Merida, Lancer had the utmost of ease when it came to removing his own clothing. His tunic rolled off of his body in wisps of blue light and his upper body was bare against her just as quick. The sudden feeling of her fingers on him woke him up pleasantly to their situation, but he felt loss as he still had to multi-task.

Merida's clothing was disappearing bit by bit, but it wasn't quite enough for him, yet. His head dipped as they kissed and for a moment, he felt himself huffing impatiently while the draw of Merida's lips threatened to lock him in place. With some effort, he paused.]

Hop in.

[It was a sting. His hands had swiftly gotten comfortable on Merida's backside, even becoming adventurous enough to draw where her stockings exposed bare skin once taken off.]

Or else you'll have to hop on one foot while I feel you up.

[He said it dryly, only giving Merida a smirk after he briefly let go of her.]

[With a swift lift of her hips as though she was on a horse, her dress and the underdress were pulled from underneath her backside and up over her head with a quick movement, getting tossed somewhere in the direction of her boots, stockings following suit when she was able to pull them off. In a way, she envied him with how easy it was for him to remove his own clothing, though it did make it quicker for her to get her hands where they wanted to be.

It was definitely a sting to hear those words, a small pout forming on her face at the pause, her legs kicking in the air around his waist. With a sigh, Merida tilts her head to kiss the tip of Lancer's nose before she swung one leg over the edge of the basin, the other following suit. Standing in it, she moved over to the other side to make room for him, water dripping down her legs from the initial entrance as she moved her hair over one shoulder as she sat down in the basin, resting her arms along the edge.]

Well? Are you goin' to join me or leave me here to get myself wet?

[The words come from her mouth with a bit of a purr, sinking back against the basin and tilting her head, raising an eyebrow.]

[With a huff, Lancer watched as Merida entered the basin, eyes following her backside with muted interest. Then, his eyes trained along her thighs and when she would have turned her head back to look at him, he was simply gone. As Merida sunk down into the basin, there he was--seated under her, so she would rest soundly on his lap.

Being able to dematerialize came with numerous benefits--to which Lancer pulled his arms around Merida without hesitating.]

There I was, waitin' for you this whole time.

[He was a cheater, but he was a good-spirited cheater at the very least.]

Oh were you now?

[She really should be hardly surprised at this point in their relationship, but there were still some things that did. Merida gave a little huff and settled herself back against him, crossing her arms against the ones around her. It was nice though, she liked this kind of closeness. The warmth provided by the water and his body made it nice and cozy too, Merida thought to herself with a small sigh as she tilted her head back against his shoulder.]

So when does this start to be romantic?

[She hadn't forgotten their earlier comments, even while he was carrying her up here. Merida gives a small hum, her fingers trailing back along one of Lancer's arms, the other hand lifting to cup his cheek, planting a kiss under his jaw.]

As if we've ever stopped.

[Lancer stretched his shoulders a little. The basin was small for him, a fair portion of him poking out of the water. Merida's proximity made him forget how uncomfortable that thing was to sit in--when alone, anyway.

Rather than hugging Merida plainly, Lancer pointedly curled fingers around the inside of Merida's thighs, pulling them apart with the ease of suggestion.]

Just like I've had plenty of other things on mind.

[They really did need a bigger basin, Merida thought to herself as she sat back against him. Even though she herself was comfortable in her seat on his lap, she really was only one or two inches from his chin in comparison to his height. She hums when he says that, giving a small sigh and a roll of her eyes as she feels his fingers roaming around her thighs.

There's no suggesting lull from the harp as her legs spread until she's practically straddling his lap like a horse saddle, inner thighs squeezing around him as her fingers spread down and along the arm linked to the exploring hand in a playful caress.]

Mmm? Are you goin' to share those thoughts or am I goin' to make guesses?

[There was a minor chuckle that lodged itself in Lancer's throat once Merida properly straddled him. He wasn't interested in doing anything too advanced in the bath--not for Merida's first, anyway. Despite his seemingly flippant personality when it came to making plans, he had actually been thinking quite a bit about what he would do with Merida. Despite himself, Lancer realized there were ways to ruin a woman's impression. He didn't want that.

He would be gentle as he could could manage. Fingers crawled along Merida's stomach before he found her sex, making little, tickling and light gestures against her. Little by little, he would advance and encroach, all while giving her whatever chance to make her own suggestions.]

Tell you what. I'll keep talkin' and do plenty to try and distract you. You--why don't you try recitin' your runes and their effects?

[She wouldn't even think about doing anything too extreme that she wasn't familiar with. Though Merida was eager enough to go through with it, it would probably be better for them to go slowly, at least those were her thoughts. Even just sitting in his lap was sending her cheeks red, and not from anything suggested by the harp. Had this been back when they first started courting, she definitely would have pushed him away, but that's neither here nor there.

One of her hands finds his knees between her legs, settling itself there for now as the other reaches back to cup his neck, nestling into the crook as his wandering hands make her shiver. The water has warmed and softened her skin, and her abdomen clenches when he tickles her down there. Soft breaths leave her mouth, lips parted before she looks at him a little incredulously.]

You want me to recite my runes at a time like this?

You'll like it. [He tried it once, before--not specifically using runes as the distraction, but Lancer thought it was a good way to ease someone into a good mood. Trying to focus one's mind in a neutral place could make a climax, when it occurred, surprising and vivid. Given his playful nature, making a game of that kind of thing was simply something that came naturally to him.]

When you let your mind drift...

[So, he began his tease. His fingers curled gently and he cupped Merida's mound with his middle and ring fingers, rubbing her a little more firmly each time he flexed his wrist. Lancer could tell immediately that she was trying to focus a certain way and with Merida, focus could be a curse. As much as he loved the banter, there were times and places for it.

Not that the bedroom was off-limits, but he definitely wanted more control over it, admittedly.]

You'll like the surprise.

Fine, fine.

[There's another roll of her eyes and Merida sighs a bit, resting her back against his chest. What could it hurt? There was still a little annoyance in her from earlier, but other than that, she didn't think anything of the position or the fact that this was happening in the wash basin. He'd no doubt move them to the bedroom after, which was something to look forward to.]

Fehu, raidō, ansuz, naudiz, berkano...

[Reciting the runes in no particular order, the first touch of his fingers against her sex made her gasp, breath hitching and lashes fluttering. That...that was a new sensation. Merida's bottom lip slipped between her teeth at the next rub, hand dropping from his neck to join the other on his other knee. A purring noise started to leave her throat at the fourth, runes still leaving her mouth as she started squirming.]

Mnh...

Berkano... [He trailed after Merida's break in runes, realizing just when he started to hit that sweet spot. Merida kept going even beyond that break, just as Lancer began to pick up the pace. His fingertips, rather than giving her idle rubs, began to find a pattern in their movements. Really, the exercise was for himself as much as it was for her. He remembered the Berkano rune was the one Merida slipped on--so, what he was doing then had really gotten her going. At that point, Lancer went and took advantage of the circular pattern he made when she reached it.

Jokingly, he murmured in her ear as his fingers curled against her mound aggressively, rubbing her quicker once Merida was found out.]

Ah, was that your favorite rune, then?

[Now that she'd thought about it, the Berkano rune had led them to each other twice; the first time with those dogs and the second time the battlefield. It was one that brought good and bad memories, memories she didn't really want to dwell on. The minute Lancer began to pick up is pace, her body started feeling warmer, a strange feeling entering the pit of her gut. She gasped, hips arching as he started touching her more, leaving her squirming in his lap.]

Haa...I have a certain fondness for it.

[Her head tilts back against his shoulder, wanting to push against and rut towards his hand. Lancer had experience, that was going to be her biggest problem. Or rather her downfall. Merida let another noise leave her as he rubs her just right, mouth hanging open.

That wasn't going to stop her from going back to his challenge.]

Isaz, gebō, hagalaz, ehwaz.

[Giving Merida little room to move, Lancer's middle and index finger found her clit and with a bit of determination, he focused just on that. Drawing his chin a bit lower, Lancer kissed at the lining of her chin just as she began to breathily continue naming the runes. He would make it more complex, he supposed. His free hand lowered to Merida's thigh, drawing warmth along her skin even beyond the water.]

You're getting close.

[That hand traced its way up to Merida's breasts, fingers spread along them just to give her a sense of possessiveness on his part.]

Or, is it just the heat of the bath?

[She's trapped but it doesn't feel like it, and when he starts rubbing her like that she jolts. Merida's lashes flutter and she lets out a small gasp, her reciting stopping again as she tried to collect herself. She was warm from head to toe, tilting her head to let him have more access to her jaw as her breath hitched in a whine. She was definitely close to something, she knew that much, and part of her melted into his possessive hold as she squirmed.]

I...Cu...

[There's a shuddering tremor through her body and it happens, a noise falling from her mouth. A wave of euphoria washes over her as she sinks back against him, knees curling up and inward, out of the water, nails digging into his legs.]

[He felt like he succeeded, in a way. Merida, who at times could still show a bit of a nervous streak, had her way in what seemed to be the most pleasant of fashions. Lancer lined up a kiss just below Merida's ear, tickling, one eye shut from water that had risen in her moments before climax. Considerate enough, Lancer let his fingers dance on her awhile longer before they stopped--just to avoid numbing her too much. When he was done, Lancer did something fairly rude.

He vanished in a puff of magic, standing up suddenly just beyond where he and Merida undressed, before. Hands on his hips, Lancer stood right there with his member standing on end, excitement impossible to conceal.

It was a coy gesture on his part.]

Alright! Scrub up and follow along, Princess.

[He walked from the bath-house back to his own chamber without a second thought--exactly as he was.]

[There's a small, brief moment of shock as she feels the warmth at her back vanish, still coming down from feeling that had washed over her just a few minutes before. When she realizes what happened, a scowl sets itself on her face, pulling away from the edge of the basin and hefting herself out to follow, having a though to beat him within an inch of his life. Second life anyway.

Wet feet slap against the stone of the castle as she raced to catch up, nearly slipping and completely starkers herself but not caring right now because of how mad she was. Eventually, she reached to take hold of his wrist and yank him around to pull him down slightly for a breathless kiss, water dripping down her skin. Merida pulled back a hair's breath, blue eyes blazing.]

Do that to me again an' I'll make you wish you hadn't.

[By which she means leaving her like that so abruptly, because Merida's next intent is to take Lancer by the hand and drag him the rest of the way to his chambers.]

[Doing his best to avoid laughing outright, Lancer kissed Merida back and allowed her to drag him awhile--at least until they reached the door to the bedroom. Once they were inside, he promptly reached to her to snatch her up into his arms properly, giving her a plainly wry smile.]

I told you. You've got a whole other kind of beauty to you when you're angry.

[Seeing her furious was a bonus. For the most part, Lancer would enjoy whatever energy was forced out of Merida, happily.]

You're anything but ordinary, after all. Princess, you're a woman whose ire is as attractive as her glee.

[She could sense his need to laugh behind the kiss, scowling a bit as he pulled her into his arms, placing her hands on his shoulders before wrapping her arms around his neck. The harp didn't even have to have hold over her for her to be mad about what he did, it was a natural reflex, especially when she'd been feeling such things. He could push her buttons, Lancer knew this, and she tilted her head to nip at his bottom lip.]

If you wanted me angry you could've done something else.

[Still grousing, she wrapped her legs around his waist, muttering under her breath as she attacked his neck with lips and teeth, not even really caring at this point.]

let's do the time warp again

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