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duskofthegods_logs2018-02-13 01:58 am
ibiza) wrote in duskofthegods_logs2018-02-13 01:58 am
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Who: Margo & Seth
Where: The Temple of Revelry
When: One night after their discussion
Warnings: Some NSFW content, sex
The dress, if you could call it that, was a gift from her followers. The silk that draped over Margo’s form was the same light blue as the skies she had gifted her people with on the first day she’d sat upon the throne in the temple of weather. It seemed very fitting. The crown on her head had been the one she’d come with. It had been the crown of earth, one with gold leaves and green and amber gems blooming from gold stems. Margo truly did look like an especially opulent version of Mother Nature as she walked into the temple of Revelry.
She looked all around for Seth, seeming rather casual about it. Margo was hardly ever over eager when it came to the opposite sex. Aloofness had always been her specialty. It was something that she hadn’t ever had needed to have taught to her. It came as naturally to her as breathing and walking.
The priests went ignored as Margo just strolled on into the temple, so casual about entering such a holy and important place. In her opinion, her temple was cooler, but, then again, Seth probably didn’t have the ability to enchant his place to have the illusion of actual outdoor weather on the inside. Ah, the perks of being a witch.
“Sure wish I could find the guy this temple is dedicated to…” She said very casually, just barely loud enough to be heard. Margo walked along the edge of the place, hand on a marble wall so she could drag her fingertips over its smooth surface as she moved along.
Where: The Temple of Revelry
When: One night after their discussion
Warnings: Some NSFW content, sex
The dress, if you could call it that, was a gift from her followers. The silk that draped over Margo’s form was the same light blue as the skies she had gifted her people with on the first day she’d sat upon the throne in the temple of weather. It seemed very fitting. The crown on her head had been the one she’d come with. It had been the crown of earth, one with gold leaves and green and amber gems blooming from gold stems. Margo truly did look like an especially opulent version of Mother Nature as she walked into the temple of Revelry.
She looked all around for Seth, seeming rather casual about it. Margo was hardly ever over eager when it came to the opposite sex. Aloofness had always been her specialty. It was something that she hadn’t ever had needed to have taught to her. It came as naturally to her as breathing and walking.
The priests went ignored as Margo just strolled on into the temple, so casual about entering such a holy and important place. In her opinion, her temple was cooler, but, then again, Seth probably didn’t have the ability to enchant his place to have the illusion of actual outdoor weather on the inside. Ah, the perks of being a witch.
“Sure wish I could find the guy this temple is dedicated to…” She said very casually, just barely loud enough to be heard. Margo walked along the edge of the place, hand on a marble wall so she could drag her fingertips over its smooth surface as she moved along.