Day One: Party!

[camphalf_blood]

[it's the summer solstice and a huge group of demigods safely made it to camp. This is clearly a good omen for things to come. The camp is alive with music and dancing. The satyrs are jamming on their lutes and the tree nymphs come out of the trees to dance. Everybody's invited!

The party will go on long into the night. It's all for you guys, so have a blast!]


[Mingle | Eat | Dance | Campfire ( go tag! and backtags on the tour post are still okay!)]

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[impetuous]

[ He falls into step beside her, letting her lead. For once, he's quiet. The light is sparse and it takes him a while to grow accustomed to the darkness. ]

[scinlae]

[ If there is one thing Morgana has grown accustomed to, it is darkness. She pace is steady, faltering only once or twice to navigate him around a tree. Seriously, it wouldn't be good if he ran into one. Once the light from the party is but a dot in the distance she stops, placing a hand on his arm to halt him also. ]

Here we are, elsewhere.

[impetuous]

Good. [ Because he's been wanting to kiss her for a while. ]

[scinlae]

[ Ah, good very good. She lets out a pleased hum and returns it, hands curling around the fabric of his shirt. ]

[impetuous]

[ Deepening the kiss, he pulls her closer into a tight embrace. Only when his lungs begin a slow burn from lack of air does he separate enough to drag in a ragged breath. ]

I dreamed of this.

[scinlae]

[ She laughs breathlessly, releasing apart of his shirt to her brush fingers across his cheek. ]

I imagine you have dreamed of many things.

[impetuous]

And all of them center around you.

[ When he kisses her again, it's more fervent, more desperate. Fingers knot themselves in her long, dark hair. ]

[scinlae]

[ Gwaine.

She matches him without pause, desperate and wanting. It's been too long; too much time spent dancing around invisible cracks, unable to steal even a single moment. She is happy for the darkness, thankful for the forest. They have time now they have a moment, and she isn't going to let it go to waste. ]

[impetuous]

[ Dipping his head, he opens his mouth against her throat. His tongue presses damp points against it, the taste inexplicable but still rich. He backs her against a tree, pressing his body to hers. His hand palms her breast, thumbs a nipple through the material of her dress. ]

[scinlae]

[ She exhales shakily, skin afire with sensation. The press of his tongue sending shivers down her spine. Already drunk on the taste, the smell, of him she tilts her head back against the tree exposing more of her neck. A hand goes to his hair, tangling slim fingers around locks. ]

[impetuous]

[ Groaning quietly, he rocks against her. He inhales sharply at the blessed friction the action produces. After nipping at her collarbone, he claims her mouth with his again. ]

[scinlae]

[ She gasps and tugs at his hair, only once. She drags teeth across his bottom lip, returning the rock with one of her own; a slow, teasing motion. Grinning into the kiss her free hand slip underneath his shirt. ]