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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 9:29 pm
"Of course I think I can handle it. it's just a natural state of mind. nto being able to handle thigns usually means death. and I don't intend to die anytime soon."
Then a chuckle.
"Now now. do you really think I'd get lost..or woudl you just not let me go, Chev'? and I'm sure this evening will be just as wonderfully pleasent as the day."
another lingering kiss for her, and a lean back a bit.
"Things are going very well for the time being. Might as well enjoy it while we can."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 12:29 am
"Or you're just horribly full of yourself, whichever the case may be." A little tug to his hair that she was playing with to follow that in teasing gesture. It was nice when they were booth loosened up and could freely tease and what not. Though a little ,mock over thinking look as she tapped a fingertip to her lips a moment before letting them take habitually to her collar. "You know I may just not let you go, it's nice having you in there after all...when you're not prying that is." A chuckle of her own before letting it dissolve into the kiss they shared for the moment. "I suppose you're right A'mael." Back to that soft melodic humming of hers, quite content with things ineed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 6:24 pm
Needless to say they managed to pull day into night and blend as seemlessly as they'd ever been able to. Years of practice in luring and seducing each other paid off sometimes, and it was still as surprisng and pleasing as ever when one of them found something new to lure the other. Though for the morning to come Piper was up earlier than usual thanks to the gentle proddings of one Zephyr who was insistant that she get up. By elvish gods it was barely dawn...or rather what one could call a dawn. So she was dressed and downstairs for an hour or so now, lcooking. Or more pointedly making what she needed to rune. By the gods though, she was loosing her patience with waiting. So then, what to do to pass the time...
Sevilin was up dark and early going about his normal routine, avoiding stepping on the ferret that constantly was around his person, vying for attention from every other thing the drow tried to do. Though he was a welcome annoyance. Soon enough that he had left though he wasn't walking the two miles back to the fortress, no he opted for simple translocation. Which meant he more or less popped up near the stables, only to have to walk the short distance from them to the fortress. Runes were fun weren't they?
Piper had the tips of her index fingers pointed toward each other, concnetrating on some invisible connection between them. She could do this...she shouldn't be doing this, but she could...kinda. What was she doing? Piper was trying to generate and manifest the energy a rune mage used to scribe with. Okay so she really shouldn't be doing this...it was dangerous for teh untrained and she was barely trained, she should be waiting for that runing substance to finish but she was impatient. He mother had wanted her to be able to detect and protect against runes, not scribe them proficently. A spark of energy shot between and she drew her fingertips together, energy settling to one finger tip adn she placed it to the table top, starting to scribe.
What was she doing? It was obvious that she wasn't trained...hell she was barely old enough to be indulging in such activities. With a sigh he decided he should interevene...after all, it would piss Malik off to know he let his little surface thing go boom and he was standing ten feet from her. Seviling roughly grabbed her by the wrist of her scribing hand, jerking so hard he yanked her from her chair and to her feet.
She whipped around, lashing out with her hand to smack at him only to have that one caught by the wrist and held as well. A grit of her teeth with a hiss and a cringe, he had quite teh hard hold on her.
"Little elves should not be playing with things that can hurt them all to easily." He was holding her by both wrists so that she was facing him, and gripping quite hard too. Whether he meant to hold her so tightly or was just doing it to be mean was debateable.
"Sevilin...you're hurting me, let go. Now." Indeed his grip was painful on unprotected wrists. She'd probably bruise...damn pale skin that showed everything. And she took a step back from him as he released her. Her wrists hurt but she refused to do the instinctual action of rubbing at them in front of the drow. He already thought badly enough about her. And she knew why he dared to do that...Malik wasn't in the room. And they both knew she wouldn't tell on him...would make her feel too much like the dependant surface elf if she went running to Malik about Sevilin. No she wasn't backing down this time. Thus, she plopped right down in her chair again, folding her arms neatly on the table and getting that look at him that was serious.
Sevilin blinked. She was honestly going to sit back down right there and look at him...that expectant look, well she wasn't getting what she wanted from him. He had better things to do than torture and play head games with surface trash, he merely went to the opposite end of the table, sat down and propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin on the back on his clasped hands lightly...and returned the stare. Yes let's have a stare down till Zahara or Malik broke them up. Stare a drow in the eyes too long and he may just jump across the table at you.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 6:43 pm
Zahara finally pulled herself out of bed knowing that it was about time for lessons. Her body had gotten used to the dark and early schedule that Sevilin put her on and her violet eyes popped open in just enough time to get dressed and head downstairs, much to her chagrin. She ran her fingers through her hair quickly to give it a bit of style as well as keep her from looking reverie mussed. That look just didn't do it for her though she remembered the look Sevilin had given her after the wind rune. Sinking down to the edge of the bed she sighed, when was this damnable desire going to finally go away? How long was she going to have to suffer? Every time she turned around she was thinking about him, wishing for him and imagining all sorts of things...that frankly a student shouldn't be even considering about her teacher. Finally she stood up and was delighted to find that her clothes were right back where they belonged, and they'd been washed! She let out a whoop of satisfaction and hugged her own clothes tightly to her naked body. Donning them and pulling on her boots she strapped her daggers to her bare skin and picked up the slave clothes that she'd been forced to wear yesterday. Handing the offending garments to a slave she said sweetly, "Burn them," and headed downstairs...and abruptly came to a stop at the scene that greeted her. Violet orbs glanced between drow and surface elf and finally cleared her throat. "Would you two like to be alone?" she asked mockingly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:01 pm
Malik was still in the dark past. the memories of what he had been..when he hadn't been Malik..but Malvolence. Yes, there had been a time when the blade controlled the elf, not the other way around. they weren't very nice memories, or ones he really cared to relive. but he did, occasionally twitching or some other barely audible sound of discontent. However, much like Piper, Malik was pried from reverie by a dark horse. but unilke piper, it wasn't gentle nudging. it was Nightmare's hooves slamming down in the middle of the bed, forcing malik out of it.
"What in Innoruuk's cauldron is your problem?!"
A few moments of silence, one staring at the other before Nightmare fading into the dark. No, not a happy nightmare. Sevilin's little trick had spooked her foals, and she of course expected Malik to deal with it.
So he got up, and got dressed opting for dark clothing and bloodred leather bracers and headed down stairs, stretching lightly.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:03 pm
They sat there holding each other eyes for who knew how long, one testing the other, trying to force each other to drop thier eyes and give in to whoever was left staring last. Though when Zahara cleared her throat, took all of her control to not look at her and keep holding red eyes with her own. There was no way in the Underdark she was going to let him stare her down. She's dropped her eyes to too many drow as it was.
Stubborn little things, though as she had to concentrate, it was rather easy for him to stare at her and threaten with his eyes perhaps horrible things that would befall her if she kept it up. It was amusing to say the least, though it was making him naturally bristle in anger and defense, after all, staring was hostile. Though he couldn't stop himself before it happened, the moment Zahara said something, his eyes ripped from Piper's and took to Zahara's own violet orbs, holding them with his own a moment before his blinked in realization that dawned on him. He had just averted eyes from the surface trash.
Oh well that was inriguing. A blink from Piper. Wait...did she just technically win a stare down with a drow? That was an ego boost and it pulled a chuckle from, both of them knowing what had just happened and who won by technicality. Oh yes, that just made her say right there. With another pleasant chuckle she got up, since she was in the seat Zahara usually took to study in and got up, pushing down her sleeves to cover her forearms, just in case. She didn't care to be the spark in a explosion that no doubt would arise from a fight of Zahara and Sevilin as she would give him a what for for marking her. Good thing she wore long sleeves today. "Oh no Zahara, he's all yours. I'm busy anyway." Running a hand through her hair and giving it a slight flick as she turned from them both, she headed to the kitchen. Hopefully that damnable stuff was done.
Sevilin...was pissed. How could he let that happen? How the hell did a single syllable from Zahara make his attention snap to her, as if he'd been listening and waiting expectantly to hear her voice in his ears. Damn her to Lloth. He tightened his jaw a moment and held in a breath. Then roughly pointed to Zahara and then the chair. "You. Sit."
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:16 pm
Malik made his way to teh kitchen, neverminding the two drow for a moment. First he wanted to know what smelled so god awful in the kitchen. so into the kitchen he went first. and there was Piper.
"What are you cooking?"
a stretching, cracking his neck a little bit and blinking a few times.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:18 pm
Snow white eyebrows shot up and she couldn't help but lift her lips in a smirk. She tossed her head and took a deep breath just watching him. Like she was actually going to listen to him. Oh no, that went against everything she believed in. Instead she stood there for a moment and then casually leaned against the door frame the way he so often did. Her body was bent in that subtly seductive way drow are taught to emulate from birth and watched the anger enter his eyes, watched them snap and spark glittering like the jewels they so resembled. His lips tightened in irritation and she could see his fists visibly clench on the surface of the table where they rested. All outward signs of anger and she was loving it. "Are you sure? You two looked like you were having a real moment there and I'd just hate to mess with that. You know how rare moments like that come around." Oh yes, her tone was mocking and her eyes were fairly dancing in their laughter. This was priceless.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:32 pm
The smell in the kitchen? What seemed to be a mix of too many flowers and other surface things. But that was the way this stuffed worked, was a pain to make in all aspects really. Though either Piper didn't notice or she was simply too lost in her own ego at the moment to notice, showing by the smirk she wore and her little bout of humming she was having. Though a look over her shoulder to Malik as she felt him come into the room and then heard him question her. " Morning A'mael. Up early as well I see, is the bed that unpleasent without me in it?" Another chuckle, before a spoon was dropped in to pull up whatever it was from the bottom, and she tasted it, making a little face of distaste before she went to pouring water off of whatever had sunken to the bottom of the pot, and then taking to spooning cloudy gel into a little container. "Oh just a little surprise for Sevilin really. He'll get a kick out of it." Or rather the counter runes she was planning on his own. Capping her little concotion she turned to him, giving him a once over. Look at him, all prim and proper as usual and she was in a dark long sleeved tunic that was loosely laced at the top and a loose pair of pants to go with it. Seemed she was dressed down today and him up, a reverse of the day before.
He swallowed when she leaned against the door frame like that, some disturbing thoughts that involved his hands on her entering his mind before he banished them to the darkest most painful corner of hell there was. Though with that passing moment he fell back into his anger. She was mocking him, openy doing so. Now be this anyone else, he would play with them in that cruel drow way...but her being a female drow was too much for him.
Clenching his fist once more he stood up, and more or less stalked over to her, getting right up in her personal space really, old intimidation tactics were of course his favorite. But he kep enough space between them to not be touching, which wasn't really much and he was actually having to remember to keep that space. "You can either go sit down and get to your studies, or I can pick you up and drop you there, maybe rune you in place just for good measure."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:43 pm
Now it was her turn to swallow at the close proximity he'd willingly entered into. Temptation was a cruel tool to use against her and he damn well knew it. Her eyes never left his but she didn't need her eyes to look at his hands and arms, she'd long ago memorized every curve and plane and angle of his face and body. She knew better than to look away though the laughter quickly died replaced by a quick surge of lust. She leaned her head back against the wall, angling it so her neck was protected and she was looking up at him. "Are we having a moment now? You're just full of them this morning aren't you Sevilin? How...enjoyable.." Moistening her lips she smirked again, careful to keep herself from leaning too far forward and brushing against him, that would be the kiss of death. Her hands fisted to keep from reaching out and stroking her fingers along his tunic, or fisting in the cloth and bringing him closer to her. Temptation must be avoided at all costs, even as her pulse tripped and her heartbeat skittered.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 7:53 pm
"Is that so. a surpise indeed."
Then a closer look at what she had in that jar. comapre in his brain with another substance that looked like that, and his eyes narrowed a bit.
"Is that what I think it's supposed to be?"
and a walk over, and snatching the jar up and takign a closer look, adn a raised brow over to her.
"Does your mother know about you playing with this? I've heard sevilin preaching to Zahara about this and we've both seen the effects it's had on him from time to time. it's dangerous to play with these things if not properly trained for it."
But he handed that jar back just the same, and counted on his fingers. 5.4.3.2...1. Ah. one of them should snap right about now. hiw money was still on it being Zahara.
"And nice outfit. Nightmare woke me..apparently SEvilin pulled some kind of translocation trick and scared the foals..so I got bitched at by a nightmare."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 8:02 pm
He was staring at her, mind whirring and whispering things to him in his head. Though that was quickly strangled and put to rest...at least for the time being. Sevilin merely continued his staring, his eyes moving the slightest from hers almost giving her a once over before he kept them still where they were glued to hers. And then he smirked.
"A moment? If you want one...let's have one shall we?" Yes, he was calling her bluff. And in five seconds flat he had scooped her up and thrown her over his shoulders, muck like one draps a towel around thier neck and across thier shoulders, one arm holding in the curve of the back of her knees, the other holding to her wirsts. "Yes this is quite an enjoyable moment isn't it?" Oh the mocking tone.
Even if his mind shut off on him halfway and got locked on her and how he was holding her. Oh hell, bad move on his part...making his little apparent desires for her flame up and burn all the more than they usually did. Taking a moment to straightened his thought he turned and starting walking towards the table. "Shall I rune you down as well?" Keep the mocking doing, keep yourself destracted from her skin against your own.
An innocent blink to him. "Yes?" Though a sigh left her as he went into mini lecture mode on her. Look at that, Malik and Sevilin had something in common now didn't they? That was creepy. But as he handed the jar back she set it down and tugged at her sleeves some, he was already in a bit of a mood it seemed from Ramoth, no need to spur it with the information of Sevilin getting hands on with her. "Well, she doesn't know, but it's perfectly alright. Yes runes are dangerous when you push to hard or do too much, but more so when you're using your own energy. And I'm not. Believe me, it's prefectly alright." Long as she was careful. But a look down at her clothes a moment. "Only nice because you can probably see down my top at your height." Eh, she didn't feel the need to be any more composed than she was today, unless she was going somewhere. But a laugh at his mentionings on Ramoth's attitude on the whole thing. "Did she now? Well...she can always b***h out Sevilin instead. He doesn't like horses after all." A little bit of boasting in her own tone at the mention of Sevilin. Yup still proud of herself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 8:21 pm
She'd been calling his bluff, challenging him to actually touch her, lift her against his body and carry her over to her chair. Had she actually thought he'd do it? No, but then again Sevilin was an elf of his word and he wasn't suffering from the same thing she was. Well then the only explanation was, she hoped he would follow through so she could be held in those strong arms even though it would only force her into contact and spike all those thoughts that had been camping out in her subconscious and even conscious mind. But Lloth was against her because he proved his point and avoided touching her too much. She wouldn't have minded being tossed over his shoulder like a sack of grain, indeed that was barbarian like and strangely erotic. Of course cradled in his arms would have been the preferred choice but she had figured he'd go for option one instead. No, the drow had to completely ignore the obvious choices and make up a third option, one that she absolutely loathed but that was her luck. Her stomach was pressed against the back of his neck but her wrists were imprisoned so she couldn't' very well disarm him by running her nails through his hair or scratching the back of his neck. And his strong arms were locked around the backs of her knees so she couldn't kick either. She was...immobilized. At least physically but her vocal cords still worked and she let out a growl, "Sevilin Inthara! This is not only indecent, completely uncalled for and crude, this is ridiculous. Put me down you overgrown barbarian!" Or move me so I'm in a better position...cradled in your arms perhaps? Even slung over your shoulder with your hands resting on my.... "I mean it Sevilin! You made your point."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 8:32 pm
He was all to aware of how her body was pressed to this and thus was very careful to keep his focus forward, picking a destination point and sticking his eyes to it. Oh the temptation that had just struck him...he knew he had her at his mercy really, though that thought neither pleased nor excited him. Only wierded him out from her lack of struggling at all. No her voice did all the struggling.
"Barbarian, savage, garbage. Oh was that my full name, are you my mother now?" Yeah that was a good one to distract himself with. He hated his mother just as much as he hated his sisters. That b***h had given him life after all. But reaching her chair, he more or less slid her off of him, lifting her over his head before plopped her in the chair...then held her there by putting his hands on her shoulders and holding her. "Well? You didn't answer my question."
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