open 🪶 the world owes me a debt, and i've come to collect.

[garudas]

Who: Benedikta Harman & you.
Status: Open.
Where: All around.
What: Oops, all MANTA stuff. And a not-date with Cid.
Warnings: FFXVI spoilers, foul language, suggestive content. The usual.



🗡️ i. bite-sized blessings

[Apparently, Benedikta's ears are looking quite delectable to one small, pink dragon today. This is why she hates Eltrut—half the time she comes here, no, a majority of the times she comes here, there is always something. A goose, a conning healer who sends her out to do his grocery shopping... Today, it is a small pink dragon that has bitten her ear and tries to do it again. She's attempted to swat it away, walk it off, but no matter how fast she moves, it follows her and nips at her, or finds joy in playing with her hair.

Fool her once, shame on her. Fool her twice—]

You little brat!

[—it's managed to grab at her hair, and it pulls, before swooping away from her grappling hands with a chirp, as if it thinks this is some sort of game!?

Someone please help this woman. Or this dragon. She has yet to hear all about how this thing is meant to be returned to Elah, so if you are looking for said pink dragon, here it is.]

🗡️ ii. a steamy winter heist

[It was the exorbitant prices that drew Benedikta to the job first. The black market was always open, and she was always willing. Call it doing someone else's dirty work, if it put a good sack of coin into her pocket, then who is she to complain? Besides, it's not as if stealing something off a ship in the dead of night was difficult—she's done it dozens of times before.

The fact that it was a special sort of tea was only a bonus, so of course she would pocket some for herself... Maybe a handful. Or maybe a whole crate if she could get away with it.

Now, that is the question, isn't it?]

༄ a. getting to the ship. [Perhaps it is your lucky night and Benedikta is feeling somewhat charitable. Charitable enough that she is willing to use anyone she finds as a decoy while she sneaks in to steal the goods. Of course, she isn't about to say as much, as she stands on the docks and stares out to the merchant ship coming into the shore, its lights blinking against the darkening sky.

She has her pipe between her teeth as she almost always does before a job like this, letting the smoke swirl on her tongue before letting it billow outward.]

So, that there is the ship? [She scoffs.] She is certainly impressive.

[As large as a rich, black-market-selling merchant's ship should be. Which is why she's agreed to a "two-person" job.]

༄ b. caught red-handed. [Or, maybe she wasn't feeling so charitable.

As if being caught matters all that much to her. She's in the middle of making off with a whole crate—and the last one, too; people have been busy—of these tea bags (there must be hundreds of them in here) when she hears footsteps coming. She hardly flinches, if at all, and stands there with it tucked haphazardly under her arm while she stares the other person down with a smile before she tosses her head back.

Yep. You saw right. A whole box.]

Sorry. As they say, the early bird and all. A shame you came all this way only to come out empty-handed, but try again another night.

[There may have been a threat underlining her voice somewhere.]

🗡️ iii. poke 'n prance

[Well, at the very least, being paired up with Benedikta for a challenge like this cannot get any better... or worse than this, depending on who you ask. Having a history of torturing others means that she knows exactly where to put the sword and how much pain it will inflict. After all, when fishing for information, it is best to poke and prod it out of someone, and you can't very well gain much from a dead person, now can you?

Which is why she walks up with her own sword in her hand with all the confidence and arrogance of a pretty peacock, her fingers caressing the sharp edge of her blade, from hilt all the way to its jagged tip.]

Now, pay close attention to where I stick you because we can only do this once. Perhaps twice, if you can withstand it.

[She smiles, so sweet and saccharine and sarcastic.]

So, consider this a valuable lesson.

🗡️ iv. coins of the crescent

[Well. What she thought would be a nice, peaceful ride out to this island to fetch some coins turned out to be... well, everything but. It had been fine for the most part, but as the island came into view through the fog, things had started to tip and tip and tip until everything went fucking tits up.

Not only did the crew start to howl and turn rabid, much like those stupid wolves she can hear in the distance, but so did the captain, and now the ship is wayward on the seas at the behest of the waves. Fortunately, she can use the winds to guide them true, but it will take a little more concentration than what she can afford as she drives her sword into the shoulder of one infected crew that lunges at her with what could only be thought of as a kitten's claws.

Don't worry, that won't kill him, but it will send him reeling to the ground wailing in pain, and she kicks him in the gut to quiet him.

Whoever might be standing near her, she will shout at them with no shortage of rage in her voice as she gives her sword a brandish, the blood spraying from her blade.]

Might anyone spare a moment to take care of them while I attempt to not crash this fucking ship!?

[Must she do everything!?]

🗡️ v. untitled goose bounty 2

[Well, this is certainly not what she was expecting to see when she arrived on Eltrut, or tried to. She'd heard sounds from above across the ship's deck first—the worried shouts of the crew and riftfarers alike. Benedikta had been enjoying the peaceful ride in her cabin aboard the Stormbringer, and had half a mind to ignore the noise and go right back to sleep...

...

Until she hears something else.

The loud, low, rumbling sound of a... honk?

Something visceral shatters through Benedikta's whole body then, forcing her to sit up when the flashbacks of those eight-headed geese attacked her not even a month ago. She rushes to her feet and then out the door, shoving people out of her way as she storms up to the deck where she beholds—]

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

[—an eight-headed(?) goose large enough that it could peck out Eltrut's eye.

Much, much larger than she recalls it being.

And she is pulled out of her reverie only by the sounds of magitech cannons being blasted off.]

I see it's come back for another taste.

🗡️ vi. wildcard

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[ramuhs]

Yes.

[There's no hesitation, and there's a deliberate use of that word—yes. As if to put more serious weight than the more casual term.

With her invitation, his fingertips slide over her neck, those little brushes of levin tickling her skin as he pushes her ever so slightly, his lips now at her neck as they brush over with each word.]

...They already lost each other once.

[His hand at her leg travels further up, tickling her inner thigh until he's just mere inches away from her center.]

They already paid that price.

[A light nip of his teeth.]

It's only fair they take what should have been theirs from the start.

[And with how much darker and lower his tone shifts, with how much more firm his touch digs into her skin and that stronger jolt of levin at her neck, a jolt hidden by her hair as it travels to hit many of her sensitive spots, it's becoming more clear he's not talking about the people on the stage or the story they're trying to represent.]

[garudas]

[That chocobo has long since left the stable, so to speak—Benedikta already knew. Had they really ever been talking about the show? It's hard not to draw the parallels still, but for her, it's easier to use these fictional characters in this story to mask her own desires, her own thoughts, her own stubborn wants. So, she keeps up the façade knowing full well that he is not so foolish to believe otherwise.

Which is fine.

Between the both of them, she is the bigger fool here.

Her head falls tips slightly, baring her neck to him, and when she feels his hand journeying further, her knees part almost instinctively for him with another sigh.

Gods, what is he doing to her?

They're supposed to be watching this opera. Appreciating the arts or some such, but here she is, appreciating the levin that dances over the back of her neck instead, grateful for the tingling heat that it leaves behind.]

... And if she is too scared to try?

[ramuhs]

[The heat of aggression slows just a touch, the fingertips at her neck slowly circling and massaging against her skin.]

Then he'll carry her until she's convinced.

[He then moves his hand at her neck to gently tilt her face back towards him where their eyes will meet.]

But he doesn't want to live in a world without her again.

[There's no use trying to hide the truth and weight of emotion behind those words, in that gaze. And he knows he may once again being too much, but... This is the truth. This is what he's been trying to say—has been saying to her all this time. And he'll keep telling her until she can finally believe in him again.]

[garudas]

[Does he feel her pulse quicken at his words beneath his fingertips, she wonders? Can he see the way her cheeks flush as he urges her to look at him, and how she doesn't hesitate to? And when their eyes meet, even in the dim lights, he will be able to see those feelings stirring. Awakening with a vengeance, as if they had been asleep at all.

He holds her captive with his gaze, enchanted really, and no matter how hard she tries to tear it away from his, she can't, lest he see the mix of fear and desire sparking bright in the ambers of her eyes.]

... And she doesn't want to be left behind again.

[Abandoned, whether it is in watching him leave or in death. She wants to survive. She wants to live... live in that world with him. She always has. It never mattered whether they were together or apart—not back then—so long as he was there, somewhere. Breathing.

Now... she's felt that shift within her already, but now, as they sit here "pretending"—though, who are they fooling?—she finds that those roots have burrowed deeper until that feeling became more intense. Almost tangible...

But no less overwhelming.

And so, she darts her eyes away from him finally.]

I suppose he has a hard fight ahead of him, in that case.

[ramuhs]

[He watches her, unable to tear his eyes away from her. Try to read what she could be feeling, the secrets she can never seem to voice. He knows it's a long road, a tough wall that he has to break through. But he can feel it—the cracks, the chips as he continues to push and try and break it down.

So he's not deterred by her words. If anything, it only makes the corner of his mouth quirk up just a fraction before his fingers shift to first brush over her jaw, to her cheek, then to thread through her hair as he cradles her face, palm warm against her.]

Aye, but he's always been one to rise to a challenge.

[Softer, quieter words, almost playful—but no less serious.]

[garudas]

[Benedikta's eyes close at his touch, and though she may have snapped her gaze away when it all had started to become too much again, she wants to still leave him with these little hints that she wants him there. That although she might pull away just a touch, tonight he is allowed to tug her back and she will accept his attempts and gestures to do so.]

Stubbornly so.

[She turns to kiss the inside of his palm, never once meeting his eyes that she knows are bearing down on her still, but his warmth is too tantalizing to let it go unnoticed or unappreciated. He'll feel her breath hot against his skin as she moves to the inside of his wrist, the brush of her lips light and fleeting before she's straightening herself out again, but her fingers wrap around his wrist to keep him where he is.]

She should not make it so easy for him.

[ramuhs]

[This time he has a better impression that while she may still be afraid and shy away from that heavier, overwhelming tide of emotions passing between them, she is not running way completely. That she still wants him to reach out to her, to grab her and keep her close.

And keep her close he will.

So there is a low hum, her lips and breath on his skin tantalizing.]

She could give in just a bit.

[And now he's pushing her back down the loveseat, making them disappear from behind the balcony.]

[garudas]

Mm...

[She didn't want to watch the show anymore anyway. She wasn't watching to begin with. Not since he started this little game of theirs...

She purrs, her body not even protesting once as he pushes her back, every inch of her exposed skin tingling from the heat of his touch that lingers behind. Falling back, she props herself up on her elbows so that he can't force her all the way down, and while she tilts her head away from him, it all but exposes her whole throat as she adopts something of a thoughtful expression.]

She seems the stubborn sort, too. Too proud, even.

[ramuhs]

So he just has to be more convincing, hm?

[A low hum as he lightly brushes his lips against her chin then underneath her jaw as he travels down her neck. Meanwhile, his hand is still on her inner thigh. It wouldn't take much more to find what kind of undergarments she's decided to try tonight, but instead she's going to feel a sudden heat as he teases her with his levin instead, letting that be what shoots up her skin towards her center.]

[garudas]

[His lips force her head to fall back, but it's the levin that suddenly ribbons over her that has her arching her back violently, a small, soft sound leaving her that she's sure the people in the next box over would have heard if she were any louder... but founders, did she love his lightning, and her body loved to show him that, her fingers curling at her sides as she tries to maintain some semblance of control over herself.

But the buildup of the heat that had been growing between them all night, paired with that kiss that she had left him with in the alley, her grip on those reins she keeps so tightly wound around herself has loosened.

Her leg moves up to rest on the couch, her dress falling away at her hips as it lifts to hook around him, and from where she leans her head back, she grins and laughs in his ear.]

Perhaps in the right place at the right time, hm?

[As if she gives a shit.]

[ramuhs]

[And he knows it.

But it is true they can't really do much here... He'd rather not get interrupted and kicked out. So he just smirks a bit as he nips at her skin, his hand moving higher up as if to follow the trail of levin he had left behind.]

Consider this a preview then. And we can just leave after the first act....

[Or even before it even ends.]

[garudas]

[Her heel digs into the back of his leg where she has it hooked, and her thighs part just a little further, encouraged by both his hand and his teeth grazing her neck.]

And waste the Donnelley's precious coin?

[No need for the act anymore.]

You really cannot hold out until the final act?

[Says the woman whose skin is flushed and body is shivering under his, that craving roaring inside her.]

[ramuhs]

I could.

[A low laugh.]

But will you?

[He could pull back right now. But not before teasing her, fingering that lace and roving very close to that soft flesh, letting only another spark of levin to tease her before he starts withdraw, fingertips digging into her skin as he slowly drags them back...]

[garudas]

[Another sound, this one just a touch louder and more aggressive when he sends that spark leaping through the space between her parting thighs. She should throw him over the balcony for this—he had wanted to bring her here, had planned all of this out, and had somehow managed to convince her to not leave after the free dinner, and despite all of that, he has her pinned to the couch, the opera all but forgotten to the both of them.

Yet, here she is, allowing him to.

Urging him. Tempting him, she knows.

And when he starts to withdraw his hand, she won't let him get far. Her fingers snap around his wrist, and she presses his palm into her thigh, her head tipping back enough that she can see his face, and so that he can see that pining across hers.]

I could.

[A slight teasing echo of his own answer.]

But if I didn't know any better...

[She leans up to brush her lips over his jaw anyway first before she presses them more firmly to his cheek, leaving behind the light print of red lipstick there—]

I'd say you were trying to test me.

[—before moving to the other side and doing the same.]

[ramuhs]

[A playful grin as he lightly taps her skin with his fingertips, as if teasing and playing with her attempts, almost tickling her instead. Almost.]

And if I were?

[garudas]

Then...

[And now to his lips where she pauses just sort of a featherlight touch, but her heel digs in just a little further into the back of his thigh, forcing him to press more of his weight onto her.]

... You are fighting a losing battle. Were you not the one who started all this?

[ramuhs]

[A low chuckle as he just light brush his lips against hers, keeping that same distance as he only shifts just enough for her to feel more of his weight over her.]

Depends. The fact that you're being very encouraging means it's working.

[And now a hand will run down the length of her neck to her shoulder, to slip that strap down before sliding down to the side of her chest to start pulling down the fabric there.]

[garudas]

[There's some applause from the other side of the balcony walls, and Benedikta lets his words set in in the meantime, waiting for the noise to die down before she hums, almost pleased with herself when he's the one who pulls at her dress. And she'll reward him with a fidget of his tie, and the button that she had popped open earlier in the night.]

Whatever gave you the impression that I was encouraging anything? These are your hands working my dress and laces, not mine.

[ramuhs]

Hm, that's true. I suppose it is my loss then.

[Said with a cheeky smile, as if to say this is a loss he doesn't mind taking.]

Or I could just stop right here.

[Here, where he's already pulled the top of her chest to the point where just another tug and she would completely exposed, his hand already slipping in to palm the side of her breast as another thread of levin escapes past his fingertips.]

[garudas]

[Her body arches up to meet his, that lightning meticulously threading through every nerve in her chest and then back again, and that along with the heat and firmness of his palm leaves her half-laughing, half-gasping in response.

Founders, she hates him for this.]

I don't think you have the fortitude... my dear.

[ramuhs]

Only one way to find out, love.

[And in this case, he may be using that term in a more cheeky manner than his usual genuine endearment, but it could be a mix of both. Regardless, it is difficult to pull back now, no doubt about it. But the thought of her being flustered and wanting may make up for it, and so with a devlish smirk he just flicks her peak with his thumb, sending another tantalizing jolt of levin there as another strikes her between her legs before he starts pulls back completely. ]

[garudas]

[Cheeky or not, it makes her heart flutter all the same.

She had been calling his bluff, thinking that it would simply goad him more into whatever this little game of theirs is, so when he starts to pull back, there's a forlorn sound, both out of pleasure and at the loss, but that is all the protest she makes as she lets him leave her. Benedikta remains where she is, watching him, her leg still hooked firmly at his waist, her hair still tossed back...]

I'm impressed.

[She gives him a haughty laugh and leans back further against the arm of the seat, not bothering to fix the strap of her dress, and it only slides further down her arm with her movements. She knows exactly how she looks right now.]

Finally going to watch the show?

[ramuhs]

I'm watching a show.

[He doesn't move completely off her, content to still remain lying on top. But now his hands are free, her dress a mess of being half off and half on, and he just props his elbow against the backrest of the couch and leans his head against his hand.]

[garudas]

[She grins up at him, so very pleased with herself.]

This is only the preview.

[Another toss of her head, and she adjusts her leg so that she bares more of her skin, stretching it out along the length of the couch now.]

If you want the rest, you will have to pay up.

[ramuhs]

And what means of payment would the madam desire?