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Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Despite his icy tones and general lack of thrill over the topic she brought up, Kacey had to admit that there was something strangely calming about finally being able to just speak openly about her problems. She hardly knew anyone well enough to speak so openly to without being interpreted as annoying or whiny. Shed learned to internalize the vast majority of her emotions, but when they finally chose to bubble out shed be glued to her couch for several days binging on depressing documentaries or emotional tear-jerkers. His question earned a vague shrug. I dont think so. No ones been ruder than anyone else, or at least not intentionally. Obviously I have the most exposure to my parents and theyre always the ones that push the hardest. I mean, if I were them, I guess I would too. She paused to look down at her hands, the lack of paint on her fingers an odd sight for her. Its not like Id recommend this method of living to anyone. The silence gets to you after a while. She flexed her hands, allowing a few knuckles to pop dully. Eventually both palms made their way to her knees, pressing softly at her leggings while the toes of her boots dug gently into the carpeting of his office. It wasnt often that she ventured into new locations, but her comfort was beginning to grow despite the rigidity of the Doctor. So, Kacey paused, glancing about the small office before timidly asking her own question. Is this what we do the whole time? I just go on about whatever and you talk back until my time is up? In honesty, shed expected some sort of dramatic hypnotizing from a thin man with an intricate mustache. Not exactly realistic, but it made for an interesting picture at least. If this was all that her classmate from grade school did, her class full commitment to the label of crazy was hardly warranted.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

He gave a slow smile as he heard the mild tone but knew the question was a bit more pointed than that. She wanted to know his end goal, and she could not quite believe that he had nothing in store for her other than this conversation. He nodded slightly as he fully leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he spoke, his voice holding a measured cadence to it. What else is there...you are already asking all the best questions, even if you do not know it. We know ourselves better than anyone, all I am trying to do is guide you to the right answers. You keep asking if you have any value, you keep wondering if you have ever measured up...you keep thinking that you are unworthy. Underneath all of that though is the real question.... He pressed his lips together before speaking, his eyes narrowed. Why are you asking? Is there something more? Is there something better than all these guidelines you've been holding up before you? So yes, we'll just sit and talk, perhaps eventually branch into some assignments and reading material. An eyebrow raised teasingly as he spoke. Everybody has to do homework at some point.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

As deeper questions of her minds general intent on focusing on such matters came to surface, Kacey was honestly baffled. Why did she worry about what everyone else thought? The concept alone required deep thought. The answer would likely require an appropriately lengthy discussion or debate. The whole process seemed rather scholarly at this point, forcing her to abandon any preconceived notions of immediate resolution. Wait, you assign me stuff to do on my own? Homework? Having to pursue her well-being outside of their sessions just took more time away from painting, or reading, or Well, there wasnt much else to take away from. The realization left her slightly embarrassed. So Ill get to talk to myself like a crazy? Seems a bit counter-productive to avoiding attention. It took her all of three seconds before she regretted the joke, fingers clutching at the armrests of her chair. As long as I can still make it to work Ill do what I can. Kacey hoped he wouldnt recommend some odd three week retreat with nature that she couldnt afford. As much as his sessions cost, she was horrified of further fees the hed encourage her to take in the name of her well-being. After all, shed taken a nice hit out of her art supplies fund for this and would have to start getting creative with materials this month.
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

He gave a slight nod of his head, giving a small smile as he heard her exasperation at the very idea of having to actually do a little bit of work. He ignored the joke, letting it pass by, most times humor was something that was necessary for a person to just alleviate the stress they were feeling. It was a common reaction and one he was used to, and more than that it was a healthy reaction. He leaned forward, finally picking his pen up and pulling a pad of paper out of his desk in order to make a few notes down upon it. I tell you what, Kacey, what I am going to do is have you do some reading. Now this isn't the feel good stuff, this isn't the kind of thing that has you talking in a mirror telling yourself how great you are. His eyes were sharp, almost hard as he murmured. I don't do that self-reinforcement crap. He made a few final notes and then passed them over towards her. I want you to pick up this book , it's by Eckhart Tolle. I think some of it is going to be particularly relevant for you. Each day you are going to do a few things for me. I want you to listen carefully even though I've wrote them down. He raised his hand and raised one finger at a time. One, you are going to spend an hour on this book. You may have read it, you may have finished it, but I do not care...you are going to consider it, study it, actually think about it. Anyone can read, I want you to think. He met her eyes, continuing. Two, you are going to do so out in public. Go to the mall, sit on a bench, think. Don't talk to people, don't even speak, don't even shop...you are there to watch. Watch the people, watch where they go and what they do, make it a game if you will. Think about what they are doing.....and Three, at 415 daily you are to call my cell phone, the number is listed. You will probably never be answered, but leave a message telling me how you're day is going. He pressed his lips together as he slid the paper across and tapped it. Any questions?
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Kacey perked at the use of her name. Honey brown eyes observed as he began to jot down instructions, honestly curious as to what exactly hed be prescribing for her overall health. She took his list, glancing over it as he spoke of the required reading materials and mentioned her necessary daily tasks. Ugh, even his handwriting was sophisticated. Legible, yet practiced enough to come off as I didnt have enough time to write slowly. Upon his request to focus, her gaze returned. She nodded silently as he listed his first two requirements, only to look befuddled at his request to call and leave a message. She got to talk to a machine? How was that any saner than what she was already doing? Her thumbs gently rubbed along the sheet of paper. She sketched constantly, the sensation soothed her. Offering her a chance to clarify any instructions that might have been unclear, a brief pause was offered before speaking. So I just leave messages saying what Im thinking that day? The notion seemed odd. Kacey was slowly beginning to realize that this was a lot more self-involved than shed previously understood it to be. Shed assumed that there would have been someone literally next to her the entire time, yet it was becoming clear that the driving force would have to come from within. How horrifying. She folded his instructions and slipped them into her sketch book, the safest place she could think of before placing it back within the depth of her large purse. The well-worn strap was wrapped about her hand as if a motion to easily stand and leave, assuming that with her assigned work he was done speaking with her. She remained seated, despite her assumption. For some reason, Kacey hoped to avoid looking too presumptuous. And I guess I start tonight?
Thread: Therapy (Sanja x Haunted)

Taking a moment to let her compose herself he gave a small nod of his head to her. His eyes were solemn as he stood up and walked around the desk, that aristocratic frame seeming completely at ease in the moment. He had done what others had not and that was what made him so incredibly different than the counselors that others went to speak with. He had not accepted her excuses, her ability to defend herself, her projections and misleading statements. Instead he had cut through all of the crap and frankly told her that she was completely wrong. That perspective was what mattered. That values were not quantifiable except by the one doing the valuing. That she had power. It was something that others might have done with some self-affirmation, with a little bolstering, with a measure of commiseration. Not this man though, this man had quietly and deftly poked holes in all of her thought processes and then told her to fill them with something else. Most people would not have paid for his level of arrogance and he offered his hand to her, his voice quiet. Yes, just what you are thinking. Introduce yourself, give me the time you're calling, and a little snippet...whether I answer or not. It's simple, you should have no problem doing it...right? Yet he knew that she would, of course she would...that was the real power of the assignment. It required initiative, the young girl had realized that and he could see it in her eyes. That something so simple could remain so...frightening. A kid could do what he asked of them, why couldn't she. His eyes met hers and he spoke directly. It was a pleasure, I am sure I will be hearing from you.
Thread: The Experiment site - Characters

Name Miska Age 21 Experiment or scientist? Experiment Description A short, petite girl, she has bright green eyes and freckles covering her nose and across her cheek bones. With pale skin, her long purple hair stands out. Although from Russia, she usually always wears a tanktop and skin tight jeans. Personality A shy girl, she has a fire inside her but rarely shows it and tends to hide away from conflict. Power if any Her senses are overhyped, she can feel the tiniest of specks, hear a voice from the other end of a street, see every little detail, smell every particle and taste every flavour. CrushNA Other Name Dr Phil Bishop Age 32 Experiment or scientist? Scientist Description A tall muscular man, he wears glasses and can always be seen in his lab coat. He has jet black, scruffy hair and dark brown eyes, if it wasn't for his personality, he'd be a heartthrob. Personality Sadistic and uncaring, he tends to enjoy putting people through extreme situations, seeing how far he can push them. He tends to be rather cocky in his words as well as smug. Power if any NA Crush NA Other Is the head scientist.
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Thread: Arcadia's Mistake [Skyrim Roleplay || Cupcake & HIY]

Dralos had been under the employ of the Dragonborn for a time he had troubles measuring by now. He had lost count of how many glorious days of battle they had together, of their quest to slay Alduin once and for all. The Dunmer grinned a bit at that thought, kicking a rock as hard as he could across the street and hearing a satisfying thunk of stone on wood when a nearby building stopped the flying projectile. His raven black hair, currently tied up in a high ponytail, swayed slightly with the wind as his hands reached to retrieve the two daggers he used as weapons. His own fingers and hands had crafted the two ebony blades, and he knew for sure that he was going to kill a dragon with them. Saeledhel soon exited the apothecary and Dralos gave a kind smile, following her back to Breeze home so they could rest after a long journey and prepare for the one ahead. His own weary feet dragged the assassin upstairs to his room, a morrow displaying the crimson irises he called eyes and just how tired they were. His leather armor was she'd into a heap on the floor and he collapsed in bed, his muscular form sprawled on the cow hide as he napped. He then heard the call for dinner, and his stomach's subsequent rumble at the prospect of food being given to him, and stood up. He took a moment to stretch, his commoner's clothes wrinkled from the nap as he yawned and made his way downstairs. His nose caught a whiff of the meal and he grinned, picking up his pace and arriving on the bottom floor just in time to see the Dragonborn become so heated. Thinking it to be over exertion or heatstroke due to her unbuttoning the blouse, he fetched a nearby waters kin and filled it with some water, handing it to his employer. Here. Drink.
Thread: Arcadia's Mistake [Skyrim Roleplay || Cupcake & HIY]

Dralos watched as the water did exactly nothing to help her plight. He frowned a bit and busied himself with trying to think of a solution. What would work? A health potion, perhals? He shook his head. Those only healed wounds, and since she wasn't injured at all right now, he doubted a health potion would do them any good at all. Perhaps a potion of cure disease? That could work! He reached into his pack and ran his hand through the potions he had, not seeing any of that description and huffing. Of course. The one time he needed it, he didn't have it. He sat at the table and did as she requested, eating his fill and smiling to himself. At least she was smart enough to know that laying down was likely her best course of action at this time. He swallowed the first bite and moaned in delight, a sound which drowned out the first sound of pleasure from his companion. He Wolfe down the rest of the humble meal, feeling rejuvenated like he always did after a meal and putting his plate and utensils with the rest of the dirty dishes. The second moan came out and he passed it off to a moan of discomfort. After all, she wasn't well, and he knew that he would have been making similar sounds should Dralos be in her situation. Then the second moan came out, and he stopped. Was she...was she pleasuring herself? Curiosity immediately snatched up his interest, but he knew it would be disrespectful to go and see if that was the case. But another moan came, and then another, and his feet were soon propelling him in the direction of her quarters. The Dunmer had a feeling that he was going to regret this, but was curious and concerned at the same time, something that he was sure his employer would understand. He opened the door a crack and saw what his suspicions had guessed. She was on her back, staring at the ceiling, one of her hands rubbing her most sensitive areas as more moans escaped her. She was sopping wet, like a sabre cat had just swam through a river, and he had to use all his willpower to suppress his own hand from rubbing the growing bulge in his trousers. He closed the door gently and sat up against it, breathing a little harder as his mind processed what had just happened.
Thread: Arcadia's Mistake [Skyrim Roleplay || Cupcake & HIY]

Saeledhel whimpered similar to an exhausted dog. The slow pace from fear grew to a fierce speed in order to grant the elf the pleasure she wanted. Sometimes she would whisper out incohorrent words as her free hand would wander her body and bed aimlessly showing the turmoil the elf was in. Sometimes she would bite her finger in order to quiet her squeaks and moans of pleasure down, then the moistened fingers would hastily travel down her jawline to her neck then dip down her perspiring neck, blushing from the sheer adrenaline that was coursing through her entire body causing the elf to quiver and breath in shallow breaths whenever her pulsating skin would come in contact with skin. And hence, her body arched when her busy finger gyrated her clitoris. Her wandering hand left the crumpled sheets to her mouth. She bit down her finger as her husky scream left her swelling lips and while the umpteenth release left her, Saeldehel was still in heat. The longer she teased herself, the worst the situation became. It was as if the bar was being raised and the damned drug would only fuel her sexual drive. Slamming her bottom down, the Dovakin whimpered in confusion. Her both hands flew to her head, cupping her sweating forehead in pure desperation as she would look outside the window to the cloudy skies of Skyrim hoping that the divines would take pity on her and use their powers to somehow..banish this damned drug from her system. And it was then, Saeldehel sucked in another breath and bit her finger upon feeling a spike of pleasure. Does this damned drug have its own mind?, Saeldehel whispered in agitation, pressing her thighs tightly the elf sat up and turned her attention to the door, despite the drugs effect Saeledhel was embarrassedshe felt as if her status in front of her kin was..falling Dralos..I-I know you are there. I-I must explain myself to you. Taking the sheets in hand, the female wrapped itself around her quivering body, her damp hair sticking hotly around her neck as her eyes would set themselves downcast so the shoes of Dralos were the only thing in sight..she couldnt dare see the disappointment or shock in his eyesthis was far too embarrassing so, in order to save a shred of her dignity. The Dragonborn whispered, the after effects of the orgasm along with the aphrodisiacs beckoning caused her vocal cords to become somewhat..husky I apologize for the scene I have created. I accidentally drank a strong aphrodisiac thinking it was a health potion now..in my attempts to relieve myself I only made my desire stronger. Licking her chapped lips, the elfs golden hues looked up to see the crimson irises of her kin hoping, halfheartedly, that he wouldhelp her out of this predicament but then..he mind would soon shout out a warning in the Dragon tongue.
Thread: Arcadia's Mistake [Skyrim Roleplay || Cupcake & HIY]

Dralos listened to the Dovahkiin and her desperation for one final release, a huge orgasm that would come to her after enough manipulation of her nether regions to finally release this heat. However, the Dunmer had seen this before in Morrowind, long before he ever came to Skyrim for work. This wasn't the simple heat of a female deprived of sexual interaction. This was more. She must have eaten a plant or drank a potion that caused her body to become so aroused, and so insatiable. The cure for the similar predicament back home was the use of a male. If this was a similar case, then that left one male to relieve her as soon as possible... With as many looks as Saeledhel got in their adventures through tombs and caverns, most of them centered around Riften, he himself had seen her beauty in other areas. Her voice, her eyes, and her personality all stood out to the dark elf and, honestly, he felt that he may have some feelings for the hero. His will had resisted the idea for the longest time, but with all that was going on right now, his will had dissolved and he felt little else other than desire right now. Dralos failed to figure out if that was good or bad right now. Then the female contacted him directly, making him turn and look at her embarrassed position. Her sheet stuck to her body, her hair doing similarly to her sweat ridden neck, and her eyes hidden by a downward tilted head. She explained what had haplened, and sure enough, it was a potion. Just like back home, and the worst part was, she had that same look of desperation about her that the woman before had. He knew what he had to do, but not out of lust, out of necessity. For her. Dralos moved forward when her head tilted it back upwards, and, always being a man of few words, gently took hold of her chin and let her focus on his crimson eyes. I know what I have to do, Dragonborn. I... He looked away. Should he tell her? I need to have sex with you. Will you accept it?
Thread: Arcadia's Mistake [Skyrim Roleplay || Cupcake & HIY]

The Dunmer saw the embarrassment on her face as her chin touched her shoulder. Had she thought of him before in a sexual matter, only now she was forced to act on them from the drug? His eyes were confident and his mind concentrated as she led into the kiss, their lips mashing together. Soon, she became needy and more fevered with the kiss, her actions more lewd and aggressive than the start of it. Dralos had always been one to adapt to a situation, Saeledhel knew this all too well in the various battles they had shared, so he was equally aggressive, his tongue dueling with hers, complete with feints and reposes. Then her hips began to grind, eliciting a small grunt of pleasure from the dark elf. His mind flared with images he concocted on his own long nights alone in this abode, and he turned slightly red, but it was light enough he could pass it off as the rush of blood due to the experience if she questioned it. His own bulge was throbbing, and it was a hearty enough throb to be felt by her when she ground her hips into his. Saeledhel surely was being driven by this drug, and Dralos was still having difficulties with just how rough he should be. His hands began to wander, both to cause her more pleasure as well as his own selfish desire to do so. They trailed down her back, fingertips grazing down the smooth skin to hopefully leave a trail of chills as he did so, and finally settling on her rear, grasping it and kneading it, respectfully staying clear of her back door. That tended not to end well from the stories he had heard, and drug or no, he still wants to stay in the Dragonborn's good graces and employ.