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Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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he is chaste now, but well experienced. it would take coercion or a great deal of persuasion to bend that. favors women, open to all canonmates.

[hey! she would definitely see his chastity as a challenge, since the idea of a pict being chaste for religion completely boggles her mind]

ooc late late late, feel free to disregard.

i am up for it - the interesting thing for him is it's less so an organized sense of religion that drives him, and more so a personal atonement. he is in service to god and better men, not the church per se. so less a vow and more an unburdening of self. trying to remove as much of the identity of the crusader as possible.

in so many words, he is chaste because intimacy is a selfish reward, and it makes him aware of what he personally wants, which is self-defeating. he is still very much capable of violating his discipline if he feels a close spiritual/emotional connection to someone (such as diarmuid) and is trying to give them what they want.

[ bring it on. ]

((Interest checking. Maybe there's a dare that Greed couldn't make Squall enjoy sex while dressed up as a woman/sissified? And maybe there's eventual actual gender transformation? Just throwing ideas out there. Squall has a deep voice for a 17yo so maybe we could play with gags or voice changers for the humiliation aspect? Also always a fan of physical restraints and public play.))

(Here specially for the forbidden love, innocence, celibacy, and the student/teacher ones)

Edited 2019-02-10 22:24 (UTC)

[Sort of.

It's not uncommon for her to sneak out, dressed in practical travelling clothes much below her status, shielding her face with the large hood on her cloak. Often, she does this just so she would be able to mingle with the people, know how best to guide leaders in making policies. But lately, it's been growing harder and harder to do so. Humanity in the face of danger, the threat of monsters and magic, can be completely irrational. And for her, someone of her appearance and age is never taken seriously.

But that was how she met Trevor Belmont. In a dank bar, and she was sure something was tossed out of a window. It has been said, the Belmonts are a source of evil, they brought the monsters in using black magic. But let's just say that she never believes anything of the sort and rather see it with her own eyes.

Did Sen ever expect for Trevor to become as important to her as she thought? She's unsure, but it's not something she would explicitly say. No, it was difficult to, when one often has eyes drawn to them in normal situations. And often, he would disappear.

So she's decided to look for him now. Here she is, in yet another dank bar a distance away from town, when she sees the familiar heavy coat. Making sure he doesn't notice her by pulling at her hood, until she sneaks up until she can tap him on the shoulder.]

Do you know how difficult it is to locate you? I didn't realise there were so many bars along these roads.

[No matter how it is that Sen feels about his family, the way that the rest of Wallachia thinks of him isn't going to change. No matter how she cares for him, the way that the rest of Wallachia treats him isn't going to change -- and he knows that there's nothing good for anyone who hitches themselves to him.

He's been trying to avoid her. Drink enough and it's easy to fall back into old habits, into passing out under trees instead of on the floor of an inn's room that was rented by someone who wasn't him, easy to convince himself that the woman's certainly better off without him.

And then she's tapping him on the shoulder. He hunches over his tankard and all but hisses.]

Shit.

[He taps the empty tankard on the bar, hoping to summon the barkeep. No such luck.]

I do, in fact. One might even say that was the point.

[Trevor puts himself down so much, but it is not something that came from just plain old self loathing. The world did this to him, one day decided to cast him aside, even after all his family did to protect it. Frankly, all his bitterness is understandable, and she would never fault him for it.

But he's just, a lot more than that. A lot more and also just a lot more stubborn.

Now that he knows she's hear, she pulls back the hood and straightens her ponytail.]

Oh, I knew. But while I cannot control you disappearing all the time, you cannot control me coming to find you.

[She nudges closer, knowing full well that he hides his identity as much as he can when he's in public. She also puts a hand on his tankard to stop him from touching it.]

So, I found you. [And she says this like it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

[For whatever part of him that's irritated that she's found him, there's an equally large part that's impressed she managed to find him. She's right -- there are a lot of bars in this particular area, and he'd chosen it for that express reason. She'd managed to come and find him without compromising her own identity.

He sighs, not moving her hand out of the way just yet. His eyes flick briefly to her face -- unfocused, so he's obviously been here for a while -- before he leans back on the stool, only slightly unsteady.]

So you have. And what is it that you want?

[Because there's that niggling part of his mind that suggests he just blow both of their covers and take the inevitable consequences of it on himself, but it's at war with the part that's impressed by her -- the part that sees her profile out of the corner of his eye, smooth curves and bright eyes, her determination, and wants.]

[If only he knew how absolutely tiring it was to try to locate him. She could hit him right now for forcing her hand and making her do this (no, she chose to do it herself) but she can't. At least, not for that reason. She knows why he chooses to hide.

Also, good heavens, just how much has he been drinking? She takes her hand away from the tankard just to put it on his shoulder to steady him.]

Well? What do you think.

[Actually, don't answer that. You're drunk. Her hand grips onto the fur of his cloak, and she decides to actually spell it out.]

What I want.

[Deities help her, because screw your gods Wallachia. She looks at him, not sure if he's even looking at her properly, his features still sharp as he leans back. Her cheeks flush at the thought of telling him, her chest hammering. Get it over and done with.]

I want to be with you. I want you--[And then she mouths to him, Trevor Belmont.]

[He's been drinking enough to make sure that he would pass out in a barn a few buildings over without much more coaxing than a light dusting of hay over his head, which is -- a reasonable amount, all things considered. This isn't the evening he'd envisioned.

She'd be well within her rights to hit him, and it wouldn't be something he'd be surprised to have happen.

What he is surprised to have happen is for her to open her mouth and say anything resembling that. Fortunately for Trevor, his own cheeks are already flooded with red from the alcohol -- but his eyes widen, momentarily, and he looks away.

He wants to tell her that her boldness is what he admires most about her, her willingness to risk herself in ways that he hasn't found the courage to just yet -- but he doesn't. He balls his fist at the edge of the bar and lets out a slow breath. He knows he ought to just tell her that she should leave -- but he doesn't do that, either. He pushes himself to stand up from the bar, wobbling ... slightly. Moderately.]

Find some place that I can talk some fucking sense into you.

[Honestly, admitting to her feelings was a lot harder than battling an invading legion. It still echoes in her mind, and she absolutely has no idea how he'd react. But shouldn't he have at least considered it? A reason why she'd even go this far.

Then again, she goes all the way for many things. And also, she knows he may not even feel the same way. But that is secondary. What she wants is for him to realise his own self worth before he finds himself drowning in a watertrough.

His response? Not sure she expected that but she'll take it. It's easier to talk in private.]

Alright, let's go.

[And as soon as he stands, she pulls her hood up again and holds his arm to support him.]

I confess...I am unsure where the best place to go is.

[She hasn't been in this particular area enough to know all the in and outs. She can brawl like any other drunk here but it's not the same as trawling the place.]

[He hates that her support is needed in the first place, because he isn't just going to stumble out of here grabbing onto tables and trying not to throw up until he's outside. Hates it more that he's in this condition while trying to reason himself out of taking her upstairs and showing her what it is that he wants in return, because it makes things so much harder.

He's always been his own worst saboteur. Trevor doesn't speak any further on where they're going, but he does murmur (irritatingly politely, she ought to be able to tell that he's annoyed, but he manages to keep his tone friendly enough) at the man at a nearby desk until he tosses a small key his way.

Then he's pushing them both to the far back of the bar, past the front rooms, to a smaller area with stairs to the upper floor. It isn't a nice place by any stretch, but at least the room is clean -- and there's a large enough table for two people to sit at, enough apart that Trevor can push himself into the far corner.

He looks at her, and -- God. Some of his resolve already wanes, and he knows it's going to get worse once she lowers that hood again. He brings a hand to his face, pinching his temple.]

Look. I understand you like ... the thrill of hunting. That you want to help people. But -- you can do those things without me, and you'll be much, much better off for it.

[She's confusing her desire for the lifestyle with desire for him; he's sure of it, because he's never been the object of anyone's affection. Why would he be, now, especially of someone like her?]

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