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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:23 pm
Dax couldn't help himself and laughed as well You know, I am honestly glad to see that time hasn't changed you much at all. he turned his gaze back towards the room around them, not looking at anything specific, just letting his vision wander around Wife you say. Am I to assume that sometime over the past few years, you and Miss Ziven tied the knot?
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:27 pm
She listened to them as they spoke. It was not until he mentioned her indirectly that she reacted in the least. Smiling shyly in the shadow, despite not being able to be seen much, she blushed slightly with this comment. He always seemed to be so proud of the love and intimacy they shared, it was always one of the first things he said to others. She tilted her head slightly, focusing on Dax for the moment now, to listen to his response. She smiled a bit more broadly now, blushing a little more deeply. Her soft voice called down from the rafters to respond to Dax, instead of waiting for her husband to respond. "Aye, it was fifteen years ago we were wed."
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:31 pm
"As she said. We didn't throw a big party because we don't do parties we don't do social events. You should know this. We keep to ourselves and our lovers. We kept mostly to Crow all those many many years ago and we keep mostly to Ziven now and we doubt things will change." he commented stepping forth from the darkness the light from the bar illuminated his form. He wore his same standard outfit. Shining black boots, loose fitting black pants and a long sleeve button up black shirt with the top two buttons left purposely undone. Moving to the couch the large man folded his tail around his waist like a belt and motioned with his hand. "Staying up there is for bats and well...us sometimes. Your place is here." he called back to Ziven and pointed to his lap.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:35 pm
Looking up to the rafters he offered a smile to Ziven, along with a nod of his head Had I of known, I may have gotten you a gift.... Although, for a couple in your position, I think it would be near impossible to find anything suitable He turned his gaze back to Yawgmoth But, congrats none the less. He offered a nod to Yawgmoth out of respect.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:45 pm
Smiling, she fell gracefully from the rafters, her cheeks still slightly pink. Giving a small nod of her head and slight curtsy to Dax, she went to her love, making herself at home by gently resting herself in his lap, leaning against him. "Yes and no .. it is in my nature to find high places to perch, given my heritage, My Love." she said softly, not wanting to argue but to bring the truth to his attention. She was half dragon, after all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:49 pm
Yawgmoth returned the nod, after all he hadn't changed much. He still returned respect when it was given. Even from his enemies. Honor bound as he was. "Mmmm most likely. She will appreciate the sentiment we are sure. We would have thought it weird to get a gift. We don't understand that tradition." he shrugged. "But that aside, thank you." he replied sliding one arm around Ziven and with his other hand poked her nose lightly. "And it is our nature to be greedy and selfish and steal that which we want for ourselves. So we're stealing you now."
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:53 pm
In the past, Dax was known for trying to get under Yawgmoth's skin. But, not now. That was in the past, many years ago. Standing from his chair, he stretched lightly, then turned his eye to the two on the couch. Enjoy your night. It was good seeing you again.... Both, of you. With that, he gave a smile towards Ziven, and another respectful nod to Yagmoth, then turned and made his way out the door.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 8:55 pm
As her love responded to the mention of gifts, she looked to Dax with a bit of a surprised expression. "The thought is that which counts, my friend." she said cheerfully, showing him an honest, appreciative smile. Returning her gaze to her husband, she smiled and gently took up the hand that poked her nose in her own hand, drawing his fingers close to her face again. Smiling at him, she kissed his hand gently before releasing him again, feeling completely content to be so near to him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:19 pm
Shortly after Ibun steps forward from the shadows, having been listening in on the conversation. His staff gently taps on the floor he rests it there, smiling over to the pair and giving a soft nod. "I would have to agree that it is the thought that counts, I myself treasure any token of friendship I have recieved." He pulls back the hood on his robe, exposing his face to all around, both his feline ears and whiskers twitch slightly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:26 pm
Arching a brow as she felt a new presence, she slid from the place she rested to stand for a moment. Watching this new comer for a moment with utter curiosity, she soon gave a small, polite bow before speaking. "How very true, you are not alone in this sentiment." she said softly, looking to him with great curiosity.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:30 pm
Ibun's ears perk up and he blushes softly. "Forgive my rudeness." He returns the bow quickly before standing upright again, his tail now swaying back and forth, causing his robes to shuffle. "My name is Ibun, I have only just arrived a few hours ago."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:38 pm
The elven beauty smiles and blushes slightly in return with his actions and response also. Though most of the time one would not know it, she was still very shy at heart. "I am Ziven, welcome." she said cheerfully as she continued to observe the newcomer from head to toe, unable to suppress more of a smile as she saw his tail swishing. "Would you care for tea, Mister Ibun?" she asked in a soft tone.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:41 pm
Once again he returned the pleasantries, smiling warmly at the host. He takes a seat closer by to her. After she asks him the question, he gives a soft nod, draping his tail over the edge of the seat. "Ah yes...if I may ask what blends do you have? And...please, if I may, it is just Ibun...I may be a man; but I am far from a 'mister'."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:43 pm
The titan of a man who sat on the couch Ziven had just stood herself from to greet the stranger watched with fiery crimson eyes that locked onto the new comer. Though, for now at least, the creature said nothing. Merely watching to see what kind of attitude this arrival would have. Another would be hero? Another wandering soul of neutrality? Another evil do-er perhaps? Although the last would be slightly amusing. As if any creature besides Yawgmoth and Aliator could hold dominion here. Smirking to himself he relaxed letting Ziven do her people thing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:53 pm
Smiling cheerfully, she giggled a bit as she seated herself also. "Any blend you can imagine, I suppose. Though I usually provide a few of my favorites. If you have a request, I will do my best to provide for you." she said softly, nodding her head a bit. With a slight wave of her hand, a number of items all appeared on the table, near enough for both of them to reach easily. A teapot with hot water, four cups, lemons, a small jar of milk and sugar, as well as half a dozen tins filled with various flavors of tea were all present. A veritable cornucopia of tea and all that one would want to have with their tea was there. Again she nodded just a bit, now that this was all settled, she looked to him with a calm expression, wanting to respond to everything else he said. "My apologies, Ibun, my habits for being formal and polite are with me always." she said softly, followed by a shy smile, which she carefully hid slightly behind the fingers of her right hand, not wanting to give the wrong impression to him.
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