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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2025 12:08 pm
| A thread between Ivy and Atropia - They explore their love of art, who would've thought these two had anything in common |
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2025 2:07 pm
 
Pia tapped her pencil against the desk, the soft ticking of her clock next to her barely registered in her ears. Her eyes were glassy with fatigue, as she stared forward. She wasn’t sleep-deprived exactly, she’d gotten a few hours the night before, but worn out in a different way. Her thoughts felt thick. Every mental step forward was met with resistance. The essay in front of her blurred in and out of focus. She had read the same line five, no, six times now, and each time the words rearranged themselves into gibberish and her notes were smudged from where she’d absently rested her hand over the ink. She blinked slowly, the motion exaggerated, as if it might reboot her brain. But no, just more white noise and frustration.
This wasn’t like her, usually she was efficient, and laser-focused. She could crush a ten-page essay in one sitting if the conditions were right. She didn’t get behind and she didn’t lose steam. She didn’t sit and stare at the paper like it was taunting her, but today was different. Today, her thoughts weren’t lining up obediently, they were scattered everywhere, disorganized. Her head rolled back against the top of her chair and she let out a long, low sigh. Then her eyes found the ceiling, blank and speckled with a little dust. A hairline crack ran like a fault line from one corner to the overhead light. She watched it without any emotion on her face. What time even is it? The sun had been up when she started, but now the light outside her dorm window was growing dim, cast in a blueish-purple hue that meant dusk was creeping in.
She rubbed at her face, and dragged her hands down over her cheeks, jaw, and mouth, just trying to hold herself together. ‘Maybe Gabriel can help…’ He was probably done already, probably added citations and proofread it twice just for fun. She smirked faintly at the thought. Last time she was the one tutoring him, maybe she needed it now. The reversal would’ve been funny if she didn’t feel like her brain was made of static. What she needed, really needed, was a full-on reset. A genuine break, something that didn’t involve words.
Her gaze drifted to the corner of her room, where a sketchpad sat slumped against the wall, a few tubes of paint still lying beside it from her last attempt to unwind. The tension in her chest loosened just a little. That’s it. She should go to the art room. Leaning forward, she dropped her pencil onto the desk with a soft clink and stood, stretching her stiff back until she heard a faint pop between her shoulders. The ache of too many hours in one place. Her legs were sore from being curled up beneath her, and her toes had gone a little numb in her slippers. She padded over to the mirror, grimacing as her reflection came into view.
Yikes. Her hair, which had started the day in a tight bun, was now a disheveled mess. Stray strands clung to her cheek and neck. Her skin looked paler than normal under the light, and her eyes were rimmed in the faint shadows of fatigue. She wore an old t-shirt that had once been white but was now a vague shade of… oatmeal? And a pair of loose, fuzzy slippers that had clearly seen better days. She leaned in closer, raising an eyebrow at herself, then exhaled, it was time to shake it off.
Pia stripped off her shirt and kicked the slippers into the corner, then disappeared into the bathroom for a quick, scalding shower. The hot water fogged the mirror instantly, steam curled around her, hugging her in comfort. It was good, and much, much needed. By the time she stepped out, wrapped in a towel, hair freshly brushed and skin pink from the heat, she felt a little less like a ghost and a little more like a person. She dressed slowly, and grabbed casual clothing that she could feel relaxed in even if sitting for a long period of time.
When she got to the art room, she walked to her usual spot without hesitation, the corner by the windows, where the view stretched out to the treeline beyond. Her easel was still there. Not hers technically, but it always felt like it, and no one fought her on it. The canvas she’d prepped the other day was still leaning against it, waiting for something to happen. Atropia unpacked her supplies carefully, charcoal sticks, a kneaded eraser, bushes and several paint tubes sorted by shade. Each item had its place, and the routine of setting them out was like a ritual, one she trusted more than most things in life.
Finally, she sat, her body sank into the stool with a quiet exhale. The chill in the room settled over her skin, sharp against the lingering warmth from her shower, but she didn’t mind it. In fact, it was almost calming. Before she began, she reached down into her satchel and pulled out the small black sketchbook she carried almost everywhere. The edges were frayed, the spine soft from handling, pages warped slightly from time and weather. It was like her diary in image.
She flipped through slowly, graphite thumbnails, ink washes, faint smudges where her hand had lingered too long, then paused at the one she was looking for, a simple charcoal sketch from a few days prior. It was rough, done on a bench outside the Academy. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips when she remembered how her fingers were so cold, but she didn’t want to stop because of the scene unfolding in front of her. A snowy field just passed the tree line, and two hares, caught in a perfect moment. She traced the outline with her thumb. It wasn’t perfect, but it had captured something. That fleeting feeling of quiet joy, she didn’t sketch them because they were cute, or because it was picturesque. She sketched them because no one else was watching, they were moving through a moment that would be gone within seconds, and she wanted to keep it somehow.
Now, she would give it life, with that, Atropia propped the sketchbook on the ledge beside the easel, opened to the page, weighed it down gently with her kneaded eraser to keep it from closing, and began. With careful precision, she picked up her charcoal stick again, then started with the tree line, just like she had before, though this time she worked slower, more intentionally. She glanced back and forth between the canvas and her sketchbook, transferring the rhythm of the strokes, but letting the canvas be its own thing.
Emerald eyes flashed to the door occasionally, as other students came and went, thankfully none of them stopped to talk to her. A perk a painting in the corner by the windows. In any case, most of them were dropping off projects or picking up things they left behind. She didn’t care either way. Right now was about clearing her head, that was it, nothing else mattered.
OOC: N/A Location: Dorm - Art Room Company: NA Wearing: Top+BottomBoots
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2025 8:50 pm
   Unless she was on top of Alex, Ivy's free time was almost exclusively spent in the art room. With how many other people? That was a question she could not answer. If only because once she began hyper focusing, her canvas was the only thing that she could think about. Or notice. All those fine little details that she wanted to get up close and personal with in to hone them into layers of perfection.
So like people? That was the one time they completely disappeared.
Which was saying something. Considering her mind almost exclusively ran a twenty-four-seven porno of every other student she had met so far, taking the focus off of them was a feat. One that might have been helped along by huffing paint fumes.
She'd only really left the art room for dinner. And then for a little after dinner snack. Every good dinner deserved a snack afterwards. When she skipped her happy a** back into the room it was almost shocking to see someone else there. She was so used to assuming she was alone while she was lost in the sauce. But not literally. Sauce had a weird mouth feel.
Curious steps had her inching closer to the other girl. Her head turning this way and that as she looked at the canvas that... Now that she was thinking about it, it had been there for quite a while, huh? But now it had scritches of charcoal on it instead of being totally blank. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn't just nicked it. Pushing her hair behind an ear, Ivy actively stuck her head over the stranger's shoulder like it was a perfectly normal thing to do that totally wasn't invading her personal space. "What'cha drawing?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2025 2:33 pm
The outline of the forest began to take shape beneath her fingers. Lighter strokes hinted at the smaller trees nestled far in the distance, while darker, bolder lines brought the front trees closer to the foreground. Still, none of it was meant to stand out. This part was simply there to frame the image, not define it. Carefully, Pia pressed her palm to the paper and dragged it slowly across the charcoal, smudging the crisp lines into softer shadows. The forest didn’t need clarity, it wasn’t the subject, it was simply background noise.
She sat back for a moment, her posture stiff, and tilted her head, evaluating the blurry silhouettes. For now, it was enough. It wasn’t final, of course, just a rough draft. Her focus shifted to the ground beneath the trees. Atropia leaned in again, her brow knitting in concentration as she started to build the snow covered earth. She used the side of her charcoal to darken the lower edge of the page, then began taking from it with a firm hand and an old, over used eraser. It left behind negative space carved out of darkness. That was the effect she wanted, uneven, lumpy terrain, just like the snowbanks that clung to the edge of the treeline.
She tilted her head again, squinting down at the piece, biting her bottom lip as she studied the composition. Something was off, not drastically, but enough to catch her attention. Were there not enough trees? Too many? Did the distance read clearly, or was it confusing? Pia sighed through her nose. No, she was overthinking it. It was supposed to be a treeline, not the thick of the woods, the blank space was intentional. Still, the urge to over correct scratched at her, but she fought it off, just barely, and forced herself to shift focus. Next were the fuzzy little hares.
Their outlines were sharp and bold in a way nothing else in the piece was. They were meant to draw in the eye and hold the viewer’s attention. Or so she hoped. She was just beginning to add weight to their silhouettes when a faint scuffing behind her made her pause. Light footsteps, too light to be a mistake. Someone was trying not to disturb her, or at least, that was the optimistic thought. More likely, they didn’t want to be seen, her shoulders stiffened. The sound crept closer, it wasn’t across the room, but directly toward her. Who in their right mind tried sneaking up on-
“What’cha drawing?”
The voice sliced through her like a blade, right at her ear. Pia jerked, flinched hard enough to smudge a corner of the snowbank she'd just been shaping. She hadn't heard them get that close, and she always noticed things like that, how the hell had she let them? Her teeth ground together in frustration. She inhaled once, through her nose, it was the breath she took when trying not to snap at someone who didn’t necessarily deserve it. Her fingers tightened around the charcoal, like she could channel all her startled irritation into the stick of graphite and crush it into powder. Still not looking, she glanced sideways with only her eyes. Dark hair and pale eyes, chains… hanging from her throat…? A collar? Pia’s gaze dropped automatically, like she had no choice but to follow the shimmer of metal down the woman’s form. Fishnet stockings and a skirt that was far too short.
Pia blinked, caught off guard by the sight, her mouth had fallen open slightly before she caught herself. That certainly wasn’t a look she’d seen before. Definitely not in the studio, or on campus. A quiet cough cleared her throat, and helped her reset. She fixed her expression into a calm mask and turned her head just enough to face the woman, “You should be careful sneaking up on people like that.” The words came out flat and a tad clipped, her emerald eyes searched the strangers face. She looked vaguely familiar, one of the art students maybe? Or had she just seen her around? Pia tried to summon the memory, digging back through lectures, open studio hours, casual glimpses across crowded rooms. No name came to her.
With a sigh that barely escaped her lips, Pia leaned back into her chair, and crossed one leg smoothly over the other. Her eyes flicked back to the page as she tried to re-center herself in the work. “What do you think I’m drawing?” Her voice was cool but not unkind, she meant the question, Pia genuinely wanted to know her thoughts. Sometimes others saw things that she hadn’t caught. Though, hearing it out loud, she realized her tone was a bit sharper than she intended. Pia’s eyes flicked sideways again, and she forced a more casual lilt into her voice as she added, “By that I mean, what do you see?” It was a quiet, and hesitant invitation, even if part of her was still reeling from how close that damn voice had been to her ear.
OOC: N/A Location: Art Room Company: Ivy Wearing: Top+BottomBoots
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2025 7:17 pm
Ivy was good at a lot of things. Like daydreaming. And waiting. Really, they actually went hand in hand most days. Waiting was always easier when she could escape into her mind and conjure up pretty, romantic scenes where she was being wooed by half of their class. All at once. With their clothes off.
It was the perfect dream.
It was also the tactic she was employing to wait for an answer from the girl in front of her as she watched the way her pretty mouth worked. How would it feel to kiss the tension out of her jaw? Would she taste like cherries and sweet things? Or licorice and smoke? The idea had her tongue darting out to swipe over her bottom lip.
Finally the girl spoke and it had Ivy's brow furrowing in confusion. "Sneak up on people?" Had she done that? She hadn't really tried to. If anything she had just been curious about what the pretty girl in the corner had been drawing. She shifted her posture, leaning back away from the other girl to fiddle with the chain that connected her necklace to her belt. "I-I didn't... I wasn't trying to..."
Her voice faded as a new question was asked of her. This one less clipped and mean. Not that the other tone had been bad. Just maybe it would have been nicer to hear in the bed room when Ivy was on her knees and taking orders.
Wait...
Right!
She'd been asked a question!
Leaning back in, Ivy felt her chest graze against the other girl's shoulder. In an impressive show of willpower she managed to stay on task. Mostly. She only drooled over the contact for a breath before she squinted and focused on the scene before her. "It looks like bunnies in a forest." Her finger reached out, hovering over the paper to trace the ears without putting her oily mits on the page.
It wasn't nearly enough people having sex, but whatever.
"Are you going to keep it in charcoal?" A frown crossed her lips at the idea. Ivy personally wasn't a huge fan of the messy little black sticks. They just ended up smudging all over her and leaving her looking messy and unkempt. It would be be a shame in her opinion to leave the work in charcoal, but then again her opinion was already bias.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2025 12:02 pm
There were plenty of rumors about Atropia. Cold-hearted, cruel, a woman who’d sell out her own ally for success. They whispered that she was nothing more than the king’s obedient weapon- forget daughter. But in reality, she didn’t believe that she was any of that. Pia was reserved, and far too aware of the weight of her own conscience. Beneath all of the silence and composure, she felt everything far too deeply. Guilt, empathy… her father had tried to train those things out of her, to make her unfeeling, but she was not a robot. She never could be.
Of course, on the other hand, duty demanded sacrifice, if her kingdom needed her, she would act without question. There was no luxury in choice. Still, when the dark-haired woman beside her shifted uncomfortably when Atropia realized her tone had come out sharper than she intended, a pang of guilt struck her. Though, she didn’t dwell on it because apologizing would be absurd. A weakness. Instead, she resolved to temper her tone next time to something a little warmer. She barely turned in her seat before her peer leaned in, reaching over her to get a better look at the painting. The proximity was startling to say the least. The soft press of the girl’s chest brushed against her shoulder, maybe it was an accident, maybe not, either way Atropia froze as heat climbed her neck and began to pool in her cheeks. The last time a woman had been this close to her had been years ago, another life entirely. A life she left behind. It wasn’t appropriate, it was a want she had forced herself to forget. No matter how attractive the woman was.
But then she looked up, and the girl’s face was right there. She was close enough that Pia could see the curve of her lashes and the faint pink of her lips. A sweetness lingered in the air and for a heartbeat Atropia felt herself leaning in. “I haven’t decided…” Her voice came out low, it was barely a whisper. Realization hit her too late, to her horror she was moving closer, actually moving closer, and so she jerked back, trying to reclaim her composure. Unfortunately, the motion was too quick, and gravity yanked her straight to the floor.
She landed hard, one leg still hung over the stool, the rest of her sprawled limply. Her dark hair pooled around her. For a moment she simply laid there, ******** mortified, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe she could die now, that would be ideal, Gods forbid her classmate had witnessed this entire sad, sad ordeal. Atropia groaned, forcing herself upright with an elbow. Her free hand swept through her hair, trying to reassemble any dignity she had left. And then, her eyes lifted and she saw that the girl was still there, and she was not dead, it wasn’t even a nightmare. It was very much real, and under her breath she muttered,
OOC: N/A Location: Art Room Company: Ivy Wearing: Top+BottomBoots
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2025 7:43 pm
Ivy found herself watching the other woman. The way she was regarding her, like it was strange to see someone so close. Her nose crinkled, considering the possibility that she wasn't the only one who grew up isolated in a tower. Maybe Alex had been wrong and in other kingdoms it was actually totally normal for parents to lock their kids up in their bedrooms and not let them go outside and socialize.
Which meant! She had a buddy! Someone just like her and who thought like her and who knew exactly what she had gone through growing up. Maybe that's why she also liked painting. It was like all of the pieces were clicking directly into place. That was nice! And good! And meant they were immediately friends even though they had only just met a handful of minuted ago. Ivy had decided it, and so it would be.
Something soft melted over her face at the realization they were friends with so much in common. Something soft that was immediately wiped out by surprise as the other girl tumbled down onto the floor shifting away from her. And not only had she clattered down to the floor, she'd asked to ********. Right here in the art room! They even had that in common too!
Bending at the waist, she reached down for her new friend only to find she also needed to bend her knees to reach the ground. Then she was linking their hands together and helping the other woman up. A giggle eeped out of her as she tugged her friend up, doing so cheerfully and with more force than she probably needed. "Oh silly, that wouldn't be a comfortable place to have sex." Once the other woman was back on her feet Ivy didn't pull her hands away. Instead she was swinging both of their arms happily. "I've been told a bed is much more comfortable, though I haven't tried the floor yet."
This was it. This was the start of the most wonderful friendship in the world.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2025 8:50 am
Atropia stared up at her classmate, who was now bending down to help her up. A soft light caught on strands of her hair, and for some ridiculous reason, that detail stood out more than it should have. It took everything in her power to keep her gaze steady, to seem composed. Like she hadn’t just launched herself out of the chair to avoid being touched by her. Her heart was still racing from the movement, and she could feel the ghost of adrenaline pulsing behind her ribs. This was humiliating. Her fingers twitched before she finally raised her arm, hesitating for a fraction too long before taking the offered hand. The girl’s grip was warm and confident… a little too confident, and before Atropia could even brace herself, she was pulled back to her feet with effortless strength. The movement was smooth as if she’d done this a hundred times before, and it threw Atropia off balance in more ways than one. She opened her mouth to speak, to thank her, or at least regain some semblance of control, but just as the words formed, the other girl started talking.
Pia blinked, like her brain needed time to process the absurdity she’d just heard.“Wh… what?!” The shock cracked through her voice before she could rein it in. Sex… with her? What in serpent’s hell was she talking about? For a long second, Atropia could only stare, her mind blank. Then instinct kicked in, naturally, she tried to pull her hands back, but the other girl’s grip was tight, playfully tight, like she had no intention of letting go. Instead, she started to swing their joined hands back and forth as if they were children on a playground sharing some secret joke. The gesture was so infuriatingly casual, that it made Atropia’s entire body stiffen. The other girls eyes stayed locked on her with a kind of curiosity, one that seemed impossible to look away from. For a moment, Atropia’s mind scrambled for words. What did she say to give her that impression? …Oh. That’s right. She did in fact say the word “********.” But it wasn’t like she was asking for it!
Her brows knit together, confusion folding over irritation. The girl was still smiling, of course she was, and it made something hot twist in Atropia’s stomach, mainly embarrassment, and also something else she didn’t really want to name. With a firm tug, she finally freed her hands and crossed her arms over her chest, wrapping herself in a barrier of her own making. “I don’t even know you,” Her tone came out measured but edged with disbelief, “Why would I ask you to have sex?” Her head tilted, a sharp squint following. “And on the floor?” The thought alone made her shudder, “I have standards.” She didn’t even know why she was still standing here, entertaining this nonsense, instead of walking off like she usually would. Maybe, deep down, there was some small, reluctant part of her that didn’t entirely hate the idea of being with a woman again. That part was quiet, tucked deep behind the walls she’d built over the years, but it stirred all the same. The girl certainly didn’t seem opposed to the idea. Except for the fact that she’d somehow managed to misinterpret Atropia’s words into a floor hookup proposal. But no! No. Absurd. Absolutely not. She barely knew her.
It was a fleeting, ridiculous thought, and she crushed it before it could go any further.
Still, she found herself taking a step back, not to flee, but to breathe, and then for the first time, she really looked at her. Now that she wasn’t catching just the edge of her face or feeling her breast pressed against her shoulder, she could see her properly. There was a liveliness in her expression. And, annoyingly, she was ridiculously attractive. She really was captivating in her own way. Despite every instinct screaming at her to be cold, to turn and walk away, she hesitated. The girl’s energy was… magnetic, in a way that irritated her because it worked. “So…” Her voice softened against her will, the edge dulling just slightly, “What’s your name?” Her posture stayed guarded, arms crossed, shoulders tight, chin tilted ever so slightly in defense, but there was a reluctant yet undeniable shift.
OOC: N/A Location: Art Room Company: Ivy Wearing: Top+BottomBoots
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2025 7:45 pm
A small frown turned her lips as the other woman let out a her exclamation. Was that... shock? Blinking rapidly as if it would make her mind start kicking into gear so she could process what was happening, Ivy had two thoughts. The first was that she didn't think this girl was used to physical touch. Which was another thing they had in common! Wow that was so many things already that they shared. It was amazing they weren't already best friends in the whole world and that they also still had clothes on.
The second was that Ivy was starting to think she might be reading this situation wrong.
It was an idea she really didn't want to entertain. How sad would it be if she didn't want to be friends? Or more? Though that idea was starting to be more solidly solidified when she pulled her hands out of Ivy's. She couldn't help the sad little whimper that climbed out of her throat from the loss of contact. Though she didn't have much time to focus on it as questions were being fired at her in rapid succession. Her frown deepened, though this time from thought more than from any big emotion.
Finally after a moment, she shrugged. "I want to have sex with you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. One that she meant with her whole chest. And boy did she have a whole lot of chest to say it with. Though once it was out in the open, Ivy's face screwed up like she was trying to understand something. "I didn't really get the floor thing, but you're allowed to like what you like so..." Then again, it could have been passion. Didn't people do crazy things in the throws of passion in books? Like confess their undying love or propose marriage? Surely the next step was to have sex anywhere and everywhere. She'd almost gotten pinned and railed in a hallway the first time she did it with Alex. Surely that could happen in other situations.
It didn't really matter anyway, because the other woman was shutting down the floor. Hard. Ivy shrugged. "It's okay, we can do it somewhere else." There was a flurry of emotion on the other woman's face. Emotions Ivy could not parse. They were definitely there though. Emoting. Very prettily. So prettily that her mind blanked out and she mostly forgot what the issue was that they'd been talking about and just watched as she was also being watched, her frown morphing into a little smile slowly as they stood locked in their standstill.
She broke the silence between them, her voice the softest that it had been so far. Which probably meant something, but that flew right over Ivy's head. Instead she was perking up at the question like a puppy being called on by it's owner. "I'm Ivy!" It didn't even occur to her that the polite thing to do would be to ask the question back. Not when she was so busy being delighted that this question was actually an easy one.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2025 8:47 am
The boldness of this one.
All she could do was stare. Not once in her life had someone so openly said they wanted to have sex with her. Usually, desire came disguised in coy smiles, or veiled in suggestive jokes. But this girl? She said it so casually like she was talking about the weather. Atropia’s lips parted, then pressed shut again. How was she even supposed to respond to that? Especially after she’d just called her out about the floor comment, questioning why she’d say such a thing. One would assume that would have shut everything down, and rather quickly at that.
Yet… Atropia’s curiosity stirred. Her brow lifted as she let her gaze travel slowly down the length of Ivy’s body. Would it really be so insane to take her up on the offer? It was strange, yes and wildly sudden. So out of step with how Atropia usually handled anything remotely intimate. But also… it wasn’t as if this girl was proposing marriage. She seemingly just wanted a good time and honestly? It had been a minute since Atropia allowed herself one of those.
The corner of her lip twitched, cracking the carefully maintained stillness of her expression. She had to bite back an actual laugh at Ivy’s next comment. The girl really didn’t give up, did she? Pia let out a quiet sigh that softened her posture, “You are…” She paused, eyes flicking up to meet Ivy’s with a subtle intensity, “Quite fascinating.” It was the only word she could find that felt right. There was a sweetness in this girl. A sincerity, even in her absurd forwardness. Atropia had never met someone with… whatever brand of social approach this was, and there was a probing part of her that wanted to see where this might go, however out of character it was. Stress did weird things to her restraint, maybe this was her breaking point.
When Ivy finally gave her name, and what a pretty name it was, Atropia found herself smiling. It was small, but as real as they come. She hadn’t meant to let it show, but the other woman’s bright, unfiltered excitement was… honestly adorable. Relaxing her arms, Atropia shifted into a stance that was noticeably less guarded. When Ivy didn’t return the courtesy of asking her name, she extended her hand first, fingertips brushing Ivy’s before settling into a gentle shake, “I’m am Atropia.” Her tone softened despite her best efforts. Ivy’s energy was infectious, “And I apologize if I came off rude.” She nearly winced at the words, Pia did not apologize, especially to people she’d just met. But this poor girl, she didn’t deserve the brunt of Atropia’s suspicion, and the guilt of it all seeped through her.
“I was just, um…” She cleared her throat lightly, “Startled… at how forward you were being.” Her head tilted to the side, “Would you forgive me, darling?” There was an unmistakable teasing lilt in her voice, albeit was subtle. Once she accepted the absurdity of this entire encounter, she realized it wasn’t that different from leaving a bar with someone on a whim… only this time she was sober, clear-minded, and the person standing before her wasn’t a man twice her size. Ivy looked like she couldn’t harm a fly, let alone her. At this point, she’d already talked herself into playing along, “May I ask,” Her voice was smooth, curiosity threaded through it, “Is this how you always are?”
OOC: N/A Location: Art Room Company: Ivy Wearing: Top+BottomBoots
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2026 5:46 pm
If 'quite fascinating' wasn't a compliment, you wouldn't know it by the way that Ivy's eyes lit up. Though that might have also just been the light brush of hands that lead to a... handshake? Looking down at the way their hands connected had Ivy looking at it with a bewildered expression. The way a dog might look at you when you aren't throwing the ball. If she could just turn her head this way and that enough she would understand what the point of the shakey gesture was.
Men only did them for business deals. Right? That was what she understood of them. Was this a business deal? She supposed sex could be a business. Ivy didn't know enough about business to understand how that would work, but surely if her parents could make money selling her drool then someone would be willing to pay to sleep with someone else. All she could do was shake back with vigor. Which was exactly what she did. Hopefully she didn't just agree to some terrible, horrible business.
Making a mental note to ask Alex about it, she tilted her head curiously at Atropia's apology. "You were being rude?" Her brows creased as she attempted to figure out when any of the rudeness had happened. Of course! She must have meant when she fell on the floor. Though Ivy would have thought that was more embarrassing than rude. But everyone kind of worked in their own weird little way. Maybe in whatever kingdom Atropia was from falling on the floor was the worst, most rudest thing you could do. That had to be what it was.
As the shorter woman continued, it was becoming more and more clear that Ivy was right. What else had been startling after all? With a proud little smile tugging her lips up, she nodded as if figuring it all out was a job well done. Her fingers twined against Atropia's, tangling them together now that they were just touching hands again.
"Of course I can forgive you!" The words out of her mouth were bright, like she was excited about being able to do such a good job. It wasn't like it was a hard request either. Not when there wasn't anything to forgive in Ivy's book.
It wasn't hard to see the way that she was being sized up. It made Ivy stand a little straighter, pushing her chest out like it would make her look like an even better deal for the very pretty woman before her. Like it would make her seem like way more of a catch. But the question that followed stumped her. "Am I supposed to be another way?" Just as quickly as she had straightened, she seemed to deflate, worry etching into her face. Was that a bad thing? Would she not be wanted for being herself?
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art room ✞︎ atropia ✞︎ outfit
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2026 10:27 am
The other women looked confused when Atropia took her hand into a shake. Had she not done such a gesture to greet someone before? It was then that Ivy started really, almost aggressively, shaking her hand. She was surprisingly strong, and more importantly, she was one of the strangest girls she had ever met. Not necessarily in a bad way. It would certainly be interesting to be inside of her head and see exactly what went on in there. After apologizing for being rude, she was a little surprised at her new friend’s response. Had she really not picked up on that? She thought it was pretty obvious. ’I suppose that is a good thing…’ Atropia tilted her head somewhat, then glanced at their hands as Ivy adjusted her grip.
Her hands were quite soft, and that was distracting.
“Of course I can forgive you!”
Was she really forgiving her without even knowing what for? Emerald eyes drifted up to Ivy. For a moment she just looked at her, taking in her form, watching her expression with quiet intensity. The other woman straightened, which brought her chest into Atropia’s line of sight. She had to admit, she was genuinely trying not to look. But now, she didn’t really have a choice, did she? They were indeed large. Far more impressive than her own. She had to ask, was this how she always was? So confident, this one. So bright and open in ways Atropia had long since trained herself not to be. In some ways, Pia was jealous of her. So carefree. Was there even a thought going in that cute head of hers?
From the way she deflated, Pia realized instantly that she had messed up asking her that. Atropia immediately tried to clear it up, “Sweet Ivy, it was meant as a compliment,” She took a small step closer, further closing the space between them, and rubbed her thumb slowly against Ivy’s hand in a soothing, deliberately gentle motion. “I am…” Atropia paused momentarily, searching for the right words, an unfamiliar habit, she decided to choose honesty, “I am envious. Even though we have just met, I can tell that you are seemingly always you. That you feel like you do not have to be anyone else.” The smile that followed was rare and warm, something usually reserved for only a small circle of people. Carefully, she released one of Ivy’s hands and reached up, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind Ivy’s ear. Her touch lingered there for a beat too long before her hand slowly lowered to her side.
For whatever reason, this girl was bringing out a softer side of Atropia. Maybe it was the pure innocence in her eyes. Maybe it was the way Ivy looked at her. Maybe it was because she was undeniably attractive. She didn’t want to be the one to take away her light. “I fear I must ask for forgiveness again…” Her voice dropped quieter now, more intimate, as her eyes slowly traced Ivy’s features, her lips, her lashes, the faint flush that had bloomed. Then she added, “Is there any way I can make it up to you?” Another pause, perhaps she needed to be clearer with her. A beautiful woman had just practically landed in her lap, wanting her attention, wanting her. Back home, Pia would’ve happily jumped on this opportunity. Here, she had been careful, unable to trust others.
“Maybe... I could take you up on that offer?” Atropia continued, her voice smooth yet mixed with a coyness. Her fingers found Ivy’s wrist, not quite holding, just resting there, her thumb idly traced the inside in slow circles, “I only ask that it not take place on the floor…” Her eyes flicked briefly to the ground before snapping back to Ivy’s, gaze darker now, more intent than before. She leaned in just slightly, not to invade her space of course, but enough that it was obvious that her voice dropped only for Ivy to hear, “I would prefer something a bit more… comfortable.” There was the faintest curve to her lips then, somewhat playful, and for the first time since arriving on Utopia’s campus, Atropia allowed herself to look openly interested.
OOC: N/A Location: Art Room Company: Ivy Wearing: Top+BottomBoots
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