▶ PROMPTS ▶ PLANTING ) ( It was likely Genji who had visited the shrines first, with Zenyatta in tow and wonderful conversation at hand— and he had returned with the dainty silver bracelet for Angela and explained its protection as best he could, and she had smiled with a sweet little "thank you, Genji" and vowed not to take it off. It seemed like a silly little suspicion, but it was beautiful and it was something of a gift, and he'd been kind enough to think of her. So it sparkles in the sun when she's kneeling on a pad in the soil beside a friendly (or no), familiar (or no) face, hands already stained by the rich, dark earth and lined underneath her nails. Gloves? Pah! How do you give a plant your love if not with touch?
Touch is a universal language. Everyone knows what a comfort it is to be held, and squeezes a hand that slips into theirs when they need it, stranger or no. So maybe that's why she's close enough for her shoulder to brush her new partners as she offers up a sunny smile, already a bit pink at bared shoulders from being out in the sun. Someone should likely tell her she's getting a burn, sooner rather than later. )
What do you think they'll look like when they've grown? There's so much plant life around here, I can't quite choose which they could be.
( Or perhaps, after a bit of planting, her stomach gives a terribly un-ladylike grumble and they decide it's time for lunch— it just so happens there's a wonderful little cafe nearby serving up the most delectable-smelling baked goods and crepes. )
▶ DANCING ) ( The shrines had sounded beautiful and she decides to go have a look for herself, which of course meant she was surrounded in audition posters for a dance— "Moonblessed welcome!", share their culture, once in a lifetime, so on and so forth (isn't this an annual festival? well, suppose they're just excited for the Moonblessed to join in). Perhaps she's bringing someone along with her who needed a bracelet of their own, or perhaps she just happens to stop by someone else looking at a poster, and offers them a playful little smile. )
Can't hurt to audition, I suppose. It looks to be quite a beautiful festival already, hmm? Though a partner to practice with would be nice.
( Or later, find Angela in one of the borrowed petal dresses, practicing the dances shown to her in a fluttering display of something resembling grace, staying aloft on the balls of her feet with ease but certainly no ballerina. She has a lean core but well-muscled legs, and anything like getting up onto her toes would be an absolute disaster. Still, she moves well, and doesn't seem to realize she's being watched for some time. She's found a nice flowering tree along the edges of the Groves to practice beneath, beside a little brook, occasionally stopping to project a video from her device and look over the steps once more.
There are a few places that require things like "running away from a dragon", "getting swept up by the partner", or leaping into the arms of someone else for a finale. It's recreating a story, but their background part is only loosely influenced by it, it seems. It has a more romantic leaning than slaying a beast. They're all things she can't quite work on without someone else around! )
▶ FESTIVAL ) ( Angela's already in the presented costume as one of the chosen performers, flowers trailing from loose gold waves and rear end and dress skirts covered in those little flower pins, somewhat adding to the costume in a way. Someone's gone as far as to streak pink and purple pastels in her hair to match the wisteria falls decorating her, but there's still time before the performance to enjoy the festivities and find her friends for photos, a delicate pearlescent drawstring bag dangling off her wrist with some of those little flowers purchased. Anyone want to trade? )
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▶ HEALING ) ( Angela's offered her help to the network at large, for any who may need it— she will run when called or leap in to intervene if she comes across someone off the deep end, whether in violence or lust or however it may come. She will at the very least try to reach out and contact someone they may know to ensure they're looked after until the moons separate and fade once more, and sit with them in the meantime— a calming presence and an easy touch could be the difference between a mauling and regret, or a chance to work down to something resembling calm in someone's trusted hands. They needn't be her own. She can coach people through breathing or offer easy companionship and contact if it takes the edge off, so give a holler, a yowl, a moan, you know. Whatever works. She's here to assist. (Feel free to contact me to work out specific goals / contacting a third party below!) )
▶ HURTING (AND HORNY??? YIKES) ) ( Eventually, in some scuffle or another, Angela loses her bracelet. To those who have seen her before, the spots and the ears and the tail are all familiar, but her antlers have grown larger, and if the last time wasn't bad enough, now there's electricity crackling here and there when she rests against something metal, leaving her startling away. God forbid she touches anyone that has metal on them or as a part of them— the last thing she wants to do is hurt them, hurt anyone, but the protective desire to make it up to them combined with the heat leaving her arousal smearing down her thighs ensures she'll do anything to make it up to them.
She's a trembling mess, flushed and panting and eyes blown dark as she tries to find somewhere quiet to tuck herself until this is all over, trying not to sink her hands down between her legs because that would decidedly not keep them still. Stumble into the same side street at your own risk, or give a girl a hand. She's especially loving. )
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▶ PLANTING )
( It was likely Genji who had visited the shrines first, with Zenyatta in tow and wonderful conversation at hand— and he had returned with the dainty silver bracelet for Angela and explained its protection as best he could, and she had smiled with a sweet little "thank you, Genji" and vowed not to take it off. It seemed like a silly little suspicion, but it was beautiful and it was something of a gift, and he'd been kind enough to think of her. So it sparkles in the sun when she's kneeling on a pad in the soil beside a friendly (or no), familiar (or no) face, hands already stained by the rich, dark earth and lined underneath her nails. Gloves? Pah! How do you give a plant your love if not with touch?
Touch is a universal language. Everyone knows what a comfort it is to be held, and squeezes a hand that slips into theirs when they need it, stranger or no. So maybe that's why she's close enough for her shoulder to brush her new partners as she offers up a sunny smile, already a bit pink at bared shoulders from being out in the sun. Someone should likely tell her she's getting a burn, sooner rather than later. )
What do you think they'll look like when they've grown? There's so much plant life around here, I can't quite choose which they could be.
( Or perhaps, after a bit of planting, her stomach gives a terribly un-ladylike grumble and they decide it's time for lunch— it just so happens there's a wonderful little cafe nearby serving up the most delectable-smelling baked goods and crepes. )
▶ DANCING )
( The shrines had sounded beautiful and she decides to go have a look for herself, which of course meant she was surrounded in audition posters for a dance— "Moonblessed welcome!", share their culture, once in a lifetime, so on and so forth (isn't this an annual festival? well, suppose they're just excited for the Moonblessed to join in). Perhaps she's bringing someone along with her who needed a bracelet of their own, or perhaps she just happens to stop by someone else looking at a poster, and offers them a playful little smile. )
Can't hurt to audition, I suppose. It looks to be quite a beautiful festival already, hmm? Though a partner to practice with would be nice.
( Or later, find Angela in one of the borrowed petal dresses, practicing the dances shown to her in a fluttering display of something resembling grace, staying aloft on the balls of her feet with ease but certainly no ballerina. She has a lean core but well-muscled legs, and anything like getting up onto her toes would be an absolute disaster. Still, she moves well, and doesn't seem to realize she's being watched for some time. She's found a nice flowering tree along the edges of the Groves to practice beneath, beside a little brook, occasionally stopping to project a video from her device and look over the steps once more.
There are a few places that require things like "running away from a dragon", "getting swept up by the partner", or leaping into the arms of someone else for a finale. It's recreating a story, but their background part is only loosely influenced by it, it seems. It has a more romantic leaning than slaying a beast. They're all things she can't quite work on without someone else around! )
▶ FESTIVAL )
( Angela's already in the presented costume as one of the chosen performers, flowers trailing from loose gold waves and rear end and dress skirts covered in those little flower pins, somewhat adding to the costume in a way. Someone's gone as far as to streak pink and purple pastels in her hair to match the wisteria falls decorating her, but there's still time before the performance to enjoy the festivities and find her friends for photos, a delicate pearlescent drawstring bag dangling off her wrist with some of those little flowers purchased. Anyone want to trade? )
▶ HEALING )
( Angela's offered her help to the network at large, for any who may need it— she will run when called or leap in to intervene if she comes across someone off the deep end, whether in violence or lust or however it may come. She will at the very least try to reach out and contact someone they may know to ensure they're looked after until the moons separate and fade once more, and sit with them in the meantime— a calming presence and an easy touch could be the difference between a mauling and regret, or a chance to work down to something resembling calm in someone's trusted hands. They needn't be her own. She can coach people through breathing or offer easy companionship and contact if it takes the edge off, so give a holler, a yowl, a moan, you know. Whatever works. She's here to assist. (Feel free to contact me to work out specific goals / contacting a third party below!) )
▶ HURTING (AND HORNY??? YIKES) )
( Eventually, in some scuffle or another, Angela loses her bracelet. To those who have seen her before, the spots and the ears and the tail are all familiar, but her antlers have grown larger, and if the last time wasn't bad enough, now there's electricity crackling here and there when she rests against something metal, leaving her startling away. God forbid she touches anyone that has metal on them or as a part of them— the last thing she wants to do is hurt them, hurt anyone, but the protective desire to make it up to them combined with the heat leaving her arousal smearing down her thighs ensures she'll do anything to make it up to them.
She's a trembling mess, flushed and panting and eyes blown dark as she tries to find somewhere quiet to tuck herself until this is all over, trying not to sink her hands down between her legs because that would decidedly not keep them still. Stumble into the same side street at your own risk, or give a girl a hand. She's especially loving. )
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