[ Sure, it's been a while, but there were genuinely a lot of things going on since the symposium. Down to having to get a maker that was giving her blood regularly, which seemed to be a bit important when taking up a Red Court teacher's offer. Eden felt that she was going to need the extra sturdiness and endurance was going to be needed. Though... Actually, she wasn't fully sure if these extracurricular lessons were supposed to be anything like what happened at the afterparty.
So, during the equivalent of office hours, Eden leans into the doorway with a bit of a knock. Given it's winter, the green and grey fur-lined cloak was normal, though she looked to be experimenting with various fashions, given the rather conservative clothes she was wearing. (Well, some say conservative, but she thought the front was rather easy and fun to open.) She's experimenting with a lot of things, including having her hair fully up this time around (as tempting as it was to take it all out again.) ]
I know the season passed since your offer, but I don't suppose you still feel I could benefit from private lessons... I think I should work on it before the more advanced classes.
[ A “while” is subjective when it comes to undead beings, in any case. Raphael hasn’t forgotten her or his offer, but he hasn’t grown impatient either. He knows that his topics of interest will find the time to come to him eventually. And here she is, knocking upon his door. He was only doing a bit of writing, as he does, and easily sets it down to lean back in his chair as he eyes the door. And her outfit.
It may not be the most provocative clothing but he rather likes it. It’s elegant, and pretty. Suits her, and suits things that he is interested in. ]
What a pleasant surprise you make.
[ He gestures for her to enter. ]. Of course, the offer is ongoing. I was not sure if I was to your taste, but I am always happy to teach.
What do you mean by being to my tastes? Because it's been a few weeks since the afterparty? I just thought it'd be better that I wasn't as fragile.
[ Letting herself in, the door was only mostly closed as she unlatched the cloak to hang up. Eden did have a naturally good posture to make these kinds of clothes look elegant. Even if she didn't particularly try to move that way, as is the way for someone more accustomed to the wilderness. The 'tastes' comment does remind her however, and she talks while doing all of this and getting into the room. ]
I promised my Maker that I wouldn't be getting bitten or bled much, so those kinds of things still aren't allowed. Just in case it seemed tempting. I still have some catching up to everyone else in my season, so they don't want the work to be undone.
[ Of course, if the taste of other courts in the blood mattered, it also meant that she didn't taste quite as good. She doesn't look too worried, keeping a relaxed smile on her features while inviting herself to one of the other chairs. There was a thought of sitting at the edge of the desk, she'd even looked and considered it, before going for the more 'proper' option. There was something about this style that made her want to even cross her legs nicely- it draped the skirt so nicely, in her opinion.
Not that it made some other things easier... The insert she's had practically harnessed into her for the past few hours was driving her a little insane. It seemed like the best way to work on how tight she got. Especially after hurting a novice a couple weeks ago. ]
Though for the future, I don't know if you always want to use your office hours, or if there's somewhere else I should be going outside that time... This was the easiest way to find you.
Why, preferences, my dear. Gender, age, certain quirks of the appearance... [ He rolls his hand along as if to suggest the list goes on. ]
Do tell me what you mean by 'not as fragile', though?
[ He smiles though there's a slight pinch to his eyes as she says no blood allowed again. Of course it's a bit tempting, Silver taste or no. But mostly because Raphael just likes to collect his favorites, to take ownership. Ah well. He will play nicely for Eden's sake.
As he speaks, he walks around her to fully close the door and lock it so others didn't get the idea to interrupt of course. ]
No blood, on my word. And my office is fine enough. Hard to say what you would find in my Castle residence, not to mention the gossip.
[ He for one has a vested interested in Lady Whisperfangs herself, but not in appearing in the column. ]
Feel free also to send me a message, and I shall make more comfortable arrangements.
[ Eden slowly shook her head, not finding any preference for any of the things listed. It was more about the kind of personality presented and whether the other person was interested or not that appealed to her tastes; more so the former, but the latter could decide if she'd leave it behind or not. ]
Oh, I was very anemic during the afterparty. Five bites and some of the teachers drink quite deeply. A little blood drawn should be fine, but nothing I'd need help with healing. I can't really escape from people who like to leave some marks.
[ There was a lot she did before between the ball and party to be able to make it through that time, along with being relatively selective in what was done. Most of it was watching, and then she'd caught Raphael's attention. Of course she had no clue what particular temptations he had, but at least it left an opening for a little taste. ]
Would there be gossip? I've been to another teacher's room with no problem, though.
[ However, Eden is an outlier and doesn't read Lady Whisperfangs or indulge in the fun of gossip. Being a little gentle as she switched legs that were crossed to better face Raphael as he locked the door, she rested an arm over the back of the chair. ]
Would you tell me what kind of arrangements? I was going to sit on your desk before, but didn't want to ruin whatever you were writing.
[ He clicks his tongue as though to chide those greedy teachers. As if he would not gladly take whatever he wanted for himself. As if he's not, in a way, doing that right now with or without Eden's blood. ]
I think you will find that I am, if nothing else, willing to mind my manners.
[ For now, anyway. As for there being gossip he only shrugs. Perhaps there would be, perhaps not. He prefer they not even give it a chance, though. He is very protective of what people know about him. Really he has it down to an art, being elusive and yet so very present all at once.
He crosses back around her once the door is taken care of, stopping beside her. ]
That was very thoughtful of you, and I appreciate it. [ He gestures to the desk. ] Do you like it there? I can clear it for you. As you can see, my office is bereft of too many comfortable places to unwind. But I make it work.
[ Raphael would be unsurprised if he ever learned that the one who drank too deeply was Astarion. She also enjoyed it a little too much and left something behind on the table he put her up on.
Which, in a way, related. So the way she leaned over seemed to be like she was sharing a secret. It wasn't, so much a smaller discovery about herself. ]
Maybe it's because of my height, but I found I like being perched up onto things while with people. Though...
[ For a moment Eden bit her bottom lip while being careful to not ruin the color she put on her lips. While it was meant to make things smoother, instead of spending time specifically for working her open, a colorful thought came to mind. ]
I did prepare something if you wanted to 'grade' how considerate I was for our lesson. It really wasn't the easiest to go through with doing.
[ He most certainly would be unsurprised, though perhaps a little bit annoyed that he and Astarion took interest in the same novice. Ah well. It is what it is.
He smiles at her again, giving a nod of approval. ]
I am sure that could be arranged, here.
[ But her hesitation and subsequent admittance is certainly enough to get him curious. Truth be told, he never expects much in the early stages, all the better when he gets most pleasantly surprised by the potential of his interests. ]
Oh? Well, show me then by all means. Do not let your labors go to waste.
[ In reality, Astarion wanted a good snack, but didn't want to bend down over so far to get it. He wasn't benefiting from his early advice or these little discoveries that have been made since.
Summoning the effort to continue following through on this was adding quite a bit of color to her face. It's with a shy smile, as she's working to try something so bold. At least it is for her. ]
Then I should put my work on your desk for proper evaluation.
[ Which, with the assumption that the desk gets cleared off enough, and she'll naturally help from the other side, Eden hopped back onto the desk, with her feet ready to perch up on the arm rests of Raphael's chair once he sits down, slowly leaning back to rest on her elbows. The skirt was being mostly left how it was, only pulled up about a quarter of the way, to leave for her teacher. That way he could reveal the delicate harness keeping the insert to himself, and how much she's kept her body worked up and bothered. ]
See, I've been trying to be more proactive about some of the physical struggles I know I have. It's not exactly useful for spontaneous moments, but when it's planned...
[ Which meant that this was something she hadn't done for anyone before, and wouldn't for anyone else for a good while (not until the very end of the season.) ]
[ That sounds about right, too. His "children" really are so troublesome.
But that just means it's back to more for him to enjoy.
He raises his brow at her in clear amusement. ]
Oh? Indeed. That is a next logical step.
[ That being said, he also gets to work clearing off his desk until she perches upon it, sitting down once it's suitable so he can resume watching her. Again his brow raises curiously as she leans back, teasing him with the subtle pull of her skirt. Understanding that she hints for him to do some of the work, he leans forward. ]
Physical struggles, you say. [ He takes hold of the hem of her skirt, lifting it just barely before he pauses to glance at her a moment. Then he continues to drag it up and up until what she wants him to see is revealed. ] You really have been studying...
[ He seems pleasantly surprised. But even if he had any doubts, they're overrun by his appreciation to be so ... well. Appreciated. ]
Oh, yes. You might remember how I can get a little tight...
[ To say the least, and almost painfully so the moment she gets overstimulated. As he's pulling the hem up, the color stays flushed in her face a rather healthy amount. ]
There may've been a small accident with a first season novice, not long after Sol. Poor guy had to be brought over to the infirmary after.
[ That comment was as good as praise, and it's gotten Eden to glow up with a bright little smile. He could even see in real time as the praise and him seeing was getting her more excited. ]
So, do I get full marks, or do you want to check the rest?
[ Well, she didn't do anything nearly so extreme anywhere else, but Eden had asked and looked into garments that used sheer or transparent-like effects. Which, she found a white bra that did the latter, and only worked because of her top's high collar. ]
Indeed? [ He hums in thought, acknowledging her statement with a little nod. The way she flushes, still with life left in her like that, it only serves to excite him a little further, please him a little more. He smiles serenely. ][ Clearly he’s not all that concerned, still lifting her hem until they may as well just dispose of the clothing altogether. ]
But of course we check the rest. We hardly want your efforts to go to waste, mm? I never leave anything half finished.
[ Except for that time she fainted before they did much but it’s fine ]
It's not my fault. I warned him, but he kept going...
[ After specifically contemplating the fact that he'd heard about men getting injured because someone's muscles were too tight before squeezing. That's what happens when you went too hard and fast on someone, which wasn't really a mistake Raphael would make anyway. However, it did lead to this little prize.
Nodding, she shifted to pull at the bow behind her to release the belt around the waistband and let the skirt open up (to be forgotten below her and all over the desk.) Then for the buttons of the blouse, which were actually quite spaced apart, so it wasn't long before the appearance of the bra started peeking through. ]
While I'm not completely sure of the style, the shape felt like a nice mirror to the harness.
[ Definitely could not be Raphael. He huffs softly through his nose before dismissing this foolish infirmary guest from his thoughts so he can look over everything that Eden is presenting to him.
It's delightful the way her skirt slip open and away so elegantly, and his fingers toy with loosened buttons as her blouse is accordingly undone. ]
You have put so much thought into this. I truly am impressed by you.
[ He doesn't give these compliments willy-nilly, mind you. ]
I may have felt a little guilty over... last time.
[ She thought she was keeping up on the anemia symptoms/lingering effects, but maybe Astarion or Halsin drank deeper than she realized. So it... Stuck. She'd been looking hard to find something to make it all up, that's for sure. ]
You could do whatever you want to it. Tug, tear or leave it all. I wasn't really planning on wearing it for anyone else.
[ Eden sounds so bashful when without that, the words could be taken as so bold. ]
[ There's a bit of apprehensive shyness in the smile, which is a little better than the bashfulness just before. ]
I suppose if it doesn't get torn, I could save it again for the future.
[ Yup, this was definitely someone that could get easily attached and devoted to people, if things were allowed to flourish in the right way. Especially as her heart was already racing a little more. ]
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So, during the equivalent of office hours, Eden leans into the doorway with a bit of a knock. Given it's winter, the green and grey fur-lined cloak was normal, though she looked to be experimenting with various fashions, given the rather conservative clothes she was wearing. (Well, some say conservative, but she thought the front was rather easy and fun to open.) She's experimenting with a lot of things, including having her hair fully up this time around (as tempting as it was to take it all out again.) ]
I know the season passed since your offer, but I don't suppose you still feel I could benefit from private lessons... I think I should work on it before the more advanced classes.
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It may not be the most provocative clothing but he rather likes it. It’s elegant, and pretty. Suits her, and suits things that he is interested in. ]
What a pleasant surprise you make.
[ He gestures for her to enter. ]. Of course, the offer is ongoing. I was not sure if I was to your taste, but I am always happy to teach.
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[ Letting herself in, the door was only mostly closed as she unlatched the cloak to hang up. Eden did have a naturally good posture to make these kinds of clothes look elegant. Even if she didn't particularly try to move that way, as is the way for someone more accustomed to the wilderness. The 'tastes' comment does remind her however, and she talks while doing all of this and getting into the room. ]
I promised my Maker that I wouldn't be getting bitten or bled much, so those kinds of things still aren't allowed. Just in case it seemed tempting. I still have some catching up to everyone else in my season, so they don't want the work to be undone.
[ Of course, if the taste of other courts in the blood mattered, it also meant that she didn't taste quite as good. She doesn't look too worried, keeping a relaxed smile on her features while inviting herself to one of the other chairs. There was a thought of sitting at the edge of the desk, she'd even looked and considered it, before going for the more 'proper' option. There was something about this style that made her want to even cross her legs nicely- it draped the skirt so nicely, in her opinion.
Not that it made some other things easier... The insert she's had practically harnessed into her for the past few hours was driving her a little insane. It seemed like the best way to work on how tight she got.
Especially after hurting a novice a couple weeks ago.]Though for the future, I don't know if you always want to use your office hours, or if there's somewhere else I should be going outside that time... This was the easiest way to find you.
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Do tell me what you mean by 'not as fragile', though?
[ He smiles though there's a slight pinch to his eyes as she says no blood allowed again. Of course it's a bit tempting, Silver taste or no. But mostly because Raphael just likes to collect his favorites, to take ownership. Ah well. He will play nicely for Eden's sake.
As he speaks, he walks around her to fully close the door and lock it so others didn't get the idea to interrupt of course. ]
No blood, on my word. And my office is fine enough. Hard to say what you would find in my Castle residence, not to mention the gossip.
[ He for one has a vested interested in Lady Whisperfangs herself, but not in appearing in the column. ]
Feel free also to send me a message, and I shall make more comfortable arrangements.
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Oh, I was very anemic during the afterparty. Five bites and some of the teachers drink quite deeply. A little blood drawn should be fine, but nothing I'd need help with healing. I can't really escape from people who like to leave some marks.
[ There was a lot she did before between the ball and party to be able to make it through that time, along with being relatively selective in what was done. Most of it was watching, and then she'd caught Raphael's attention. Of course she had no clue what particular temptations he had, but at least it left an opening for a little taste. ]
Would there be gossip? I've been to another teacher's room with no problem, though.
[ However, Eden is an outlier and doesn't read Lady Whisperfangs or indulge in the fun of gossip. Being a little gentle as she switched legs that were crossed to better face Raphael as he locked the door, she rested an arm over the back of the chair. ]
Would you tell me what kind of arrangements? I was going to sit on your desk before, but didn't want to ruin whatever you were writing.
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[ He clicks his tongue as though to chide those greedy teachers. As if he would not gladly take whatever he wanted for himself. As if he's not, in a way, doing that right now with or without Eden's blood. ]
I think you will find that I am, if nothing else, willing to mind my manners.
[ For now, anyway. As for there being gossip he only shrugs. Perhaps there would be, perhaps not. He prefer they not even give it a chance, though. He is very protective of what people know about him. Really he has it down to an art, being elusive and yet so very present all at once.
He crosses back around her once the door is taken care of, stopping beside her. ]
That was very thoughtful of you, and I appreciate it. [ He gestures to the desk. ] Do you like it there? I can clear it for you. As you can see, my office is bereft of too many comfortable places to unwind. But I make it work.
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Which, in a way, related. So the way she leaned over seemed to be like she was sharing a secret. It wasn't, so much a smaller discovery about herself. ]
Maybe it's because of my height, but I found I like being perched up onto things while with people. Though...
[ For a moment Eden bit her bottom lip while being careful to not ruin the color she put on her lips. While it was meant to make things smoother, instead of spending time specifically for working her open, a colorful thought came to mind. ]
I did prepare something if you wanted to 'grade' how considerate I was for our lesson. It really wasn't the easiest to go through with doing.
huffs and puffs back to this
He smiles at her again, giving a nod of approval. ]
I am sure that could be arranged, here.
[ But her hesitation and subsequent admittance is certainly enough to get him curious. Truth be told, he never expects much in the early stages, all the better when he gets most pleasantly surprised by the potential of his interests. ]
Oh? Well, show me then by all means. Do not let your labors go to waste.
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Summoning the effort to continue following through on this was adding quite a bit of color to her face. It's with a shy smile, as she's working to try something so bold. At least it is for her. ]
Then I should put my work on your desk for proper evaluation.
[ Which, with the assumption that the desk gets cleared off enough, and she'll naturally help from the other side, Eden hopped back onto the desk, with her feet ready to perch up on the arm rests of Raphael's chair once he sits down, slowly leaning back to rest on her elbows. The skirt was being mostly left how it was, only pulled up about a quarter of the way, to leave for her teacher. That way he could reveal the delicate harness keeping the insert to himself, and how much she's kept her body worked up and bothered. ]
See, I've been trying to be more proactive about some of the physical struggles I know I have. It's not exactly useful for spontaneous moments, but when it's planned...
[ Which meant that this was something she hadn't done for anyone before, and wouldn't for anyone else for a good while (not until the very end of the season.) ]
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But that just means it's back to more for him to enjoy.
He raises his brow at her in clear amusement. ]
Oh? Indeed. That is a next logical step.
[ That being said, he also gets to work clearing off his desk until she perches upon it, sitting down once it's suitable so he can resume watching her. Again his brow raises curiously as she leans back, teasing him with the subtle pull of her skirt. Understanding that she hints for him to do some of the work, he leans forward. ]
Physical struggles, you say. [ He takes hold of the hem of her skirt, lifting it just barely before he pauses to glance at her a moment. Then he continues to drag it up and up until what she wants him to see is revealed. ] You really have been studying...
[ He seems pleasantly surprised. But even if he had any doubts, they're overrun by his appreciation to be so ... well. Appreciated. ]
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[ To say the least, and almost painfully so the moment she gets overstimulated. As he's pulling the hem up, the color stays flushed in her face a rather healthy amount. ]
There may've been a small accident with a first season novice, not long after Sol. Poor guy had to be brought over to the infirmary after.
[ That comment was as good as praise, and it's gotten Eden to glow up with a bright little smile. He could even see in real time as the praise and him seeing was getting her more excited. ]
So, do I get full marks, or do you want to check the rest?
[ Well, she didn't do anything nearly so extreme anywhere else, but Eden had asked and looked into garments that used sheer or transparent-like effects. Which, she found a white bra that did the latter, and only worked because of her top's high collar. ]
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But of course we check the rest. We hardly want your efforts to go to waste, mm? I never leave anything half finished.
[ Except for that time she fainted before they did much but it’s fine ]
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[ After specifically contemplating the fact that he'd heard about men getting injured because someone's muscles were too tight before squeezing. That's what happens when you went too hard and fast on someone, which wasn't really a mistake Raphael would make anyway. However, it did lead to this little prize.
Nodding, she shifted to pull at the bow behind her to release the belt around the waistband and let the skirt open up (to be forgotten below her and all over the desk.) Then for the buttons of the blouse, which were actually quite spaced apart, so it wasn't long before the appearance of the bra started peeking through. ]
While I'm not completely sure of the style, the shape felt like a nice mirror to the harness.
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[ Definitely could not be Raphael. He huffs softly through his nose before dismissing this foolish infirmary guest from his thoughts so he can look over everything that Eden is presenting to him.
It's delightful the way her skirt slip open and away so elegantly, and his fingers toy with loosened buttons as her blouse is accordingly undone. ]
You have put so much thought into this. I truly am impressed by you.
[ He doesn't give these compliments willy-nilly, mind you. ]
It looks very ... tuggable. I like it.
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[ She thought she was keeping up on the anemia symptoms/lingering effects, but maybe Astarion or Halsin drank deeper than she realized. So it... Stuck. She'd been looking hard to find something to make it all up, that's for sure. ]
You could do whatever you want to it. Tug, tear or leave it all. I wasn't really planning on wearing it for anyone else.
[ Eden sounds so bashful when without that, the words could be taken as so bold. ]
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You need not worry so much about it. It is in the past, after all.
[ And he's got her here like this, which is quite enjoyable. And all the more enticing when he knows it's for him alone. ]
I hardly want to tear such a pretty thing. Perhaps I'll admire it a bit longer.
[ Doesn't mean he can't still explore her body or use his mouth on any skin that's already exposed, of course. ]
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[ There's a bit of apprehensive shyness in the smile, which is a little better than the bashfulness just before. ]
I suppose if it doesn't get torn, I could save it again for the future.
[ Yup, this was definitely someone that could get easily attached and devoted to people, if things were allowed to flourish in the right way. Especially as her heart was already racing a little more. ]