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visionsdidappear2015-11-23 07:07 pm
seestheman) wrote in visionsdidappear2015-11-23 07:07 pm
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Who: Clara Murphy and Eliana Lavellan
What: Welcome to Trash Mountain
Rating: Adult
Fandoms: RoboCop (2014), Dragon Age: Inquisition, The Games?????
Warnings: Pure smut, power play, sort-of-adultery, maybe futa shit????
The fact that it’s rather late was the first thing that struck Clara. It’s late and she isn’t out at a party, or coming home from a meeting over dinner and drinks, instead she’s in the suite in a comfortable (though admittedly sexier than what she’d usually wear at home if she was just relaxing) pair of lounge pants and camisole, watching something that’s pointedly not about the Arenas.
She’s in the middle of her wacky romcom about a relatively low class Capitolite (who, despite the fact that her loved ones keep bemoaning how plain she is, still is clad in the over-the-top fashions Clara’s come to expect) that’s caught the eye of a high class Capitolite with cheek bones that could cut diamonds when she notices someone on the edge of her peripheral vision.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Clara pauses the movie and turns to look at Eli, her hair falling in her face. It’s only after the words leave her mouth that she realizes how much she sounds like a mother hen. “I mean, I thought you were going to be training early, and you should get your sleep.”
What: Welcome to Trash Mountain
Rating: Adult
Fandoms: RoboCop (2014), Dragon Age: Inquisition, The Games?????
Warnings: Pure smut, power play, sort-of-adultery, maybe futa shit????
The fact that it’s rather late was the first thing that struck Clara. It’s late and she isn’t out at a party, or coming home from a meeting over dinner and drinks, instead she’s in the suite in a comfortable (though admittedly sexier than what she’d usually wear at home if she was just relaxing) pair of lounge pants and camisole, watching something that’s pointedly not about the Arenas.
She’s in the middle of her wacky romcom about a relatively low class Capitolite (who, despite the fact that her loved ones keep bemoaning how plain she is, still is clad in the over-the-top fashions Clara’s come to expect) that’s caught the eye of a high class Capitolite with cheek bones that could cut diamonds when she notices someone on the edge of her peripheral vision.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Clara pauses the movie and turns to look at Eli, her hair falling in her face. It’s only after the words leave her mouth that she realizes how much she sounds like a mother hen. “I mean, I thought you were going to be training early, and you should get your sleep.”