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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:41 pm
So maybe this wasn't all just a drunken dream..
... but if that's so, then just how shall we get along when left to ourselves?
Patrick blinked as he tried to register what Taraneith meant. It was far too early to think properly, yet eventually he managed to work it out. Later he'd be jealous - at least a little - of those that had already slept with the gorgeous Faery, but for now he simply inclined his head to acknowledge that he understood.
Then he shook his head slightly. "Won't put you in danger... as for my 'task', my wooden models are done and I would already have heard about it if either Sarah or Aiden had spoken up, so..."
He shrugged. "I don't think that I have all that much that needs - oh."
A pause, then he continued in a distracted way, clearly thinking aloud.
"Though I suppose I need an invite into Giselle's mistress' bedchamber... and a way to get the hell out before she decides to act upon the fact that I'm there alone - though if I can take in ladies' maids by saying I thought she looked ill and therefore needs them as I am a doctor..."
The boy nodded to himself, satisfied with his plan. That is, until he recalled Taraneith's presence. "I-I mean, I need to know because if Giselle makes her move and needs me - you said it only shows places you've already been!" he finished awkwardly, watching the Fae's face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:51 pm
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
Taranieth was surprised at the plan to go into a woman's chambers, but it made enough sense that what came earlier drew his notice more.
The fae rolled his eyes. "You have no idea." he said. "Every moment I spend in or around human constructions is more risky than simply not being there. If a human catches something odd about me everything I have just done may fall to dust. And the more I waste energy on keeping up a disguise, the less I have in case of emergency. And you also need to ensure they don't freak too much when you leave. I don't want this any more than you do, but think of it this way. Are four days really worth risking an existence?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:57 pm
So maybe this wasn't all just a drunken dream...... but if that's so, then just how shall we get along when left to ourselves? The young man took in a deep breath, then winked at Taraneith with a grin.
"Alright then, we behave. But I'd like something - a promise - from you before we start avoiding one another..." he murmured, holding up a hand as a thought occurred to him.
"It's not a strenuous or horrible task, I promise. And if you hear me out and agree, t-then maybe you can ask for something you want from me in return..."
Patrick Raphael Smith watched Taran's expression through eyes that were mostly covered by their lids, a shy blush and expression already in place...
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 7:00 pm
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
Taranieth smiled at him. "You say that as though you have much to trade off. But anyhow,sometimes it is good to do something just to form a better relationship. Either way I shall decide whether to agree when you tell me." he said. "Besides, it's a daytime thing. Every night I'll come... if, of course, you want me there."
He smoothed the human's hair and gave him a kiss, all warm smiles.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 12:31 pm
So maybe this wasn't all just a drunken dream...
Patrick shifted a little: he knew he had nothing to offer really, yet it was disconcerting to be told as such by the gorgeous man he'd promised himself to.
Then he cleared his throat, not sure how this would go down - he doubted that Taraneith would still be happy...
"W-well we don't know one another all that well, a-and I'd like us to - practice cuddling for a while b-before we go further..." He mumbled, eyes on the floor.
... but if that's so, then just how shall we get along when left to ourselves?
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:09 pm
Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine oh gossamer web, of wond'rous design.
Such beauty and grace, wild nature produces.... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices.
Taranieth laughed out loud. "Is that all?" he said, smiling widely, when he had done. "Darling, you can have as many cuddles before, after, and during as you like, and as I have said before, I don't expect you to give yourself to me sooner rather than later. I would much rather wait and be sure that you are not pained more than is... physically necessary."
He gave him a kiss on the forehead. "It's actually sort of... refreshing, the fact that you're not pushing for the absolutely physical immediately. Most fae I have met... and humans, too, for that matter, are almost... overeager. I like being liked without the pouncing. But sadly, I must be gone. The day is not mine, I fear. I shall return in the evening, and we may have as much cuddling as you can possibly want."
And with that, he jumped out the window, running to the cover of the trees before the image of 'going further' started to produce obvious effects.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 4:18 am
So maybe this wasn't all just a drunken dream...Patrick watched as Taraneith left, then he got out of bed and rushed to wash and dress, throwing on the first clothes he encountered as he was in such a hurry.
Then he picked up the carved animals, went to see the doctor and casually dropped the information that he wanted to travel - this had an unusual effect, however: he'd merely intended to ensure the gossip got around the village swiftly, but at the mention of travel she decided she required some more exotic animal statues.
The boy left the doctor with well-wishes and the request for some panthers, leopards and tigers, possibly an owl.
Once away from her house, he decided that now was a reasonable time to see Giselle: he needed to enter the Lady's bedchamber afterall...
Half an hour later he knocked on Giselle's door, waiting for her to answer - she ought to be there, since she took a small break at lunchtime, so she said...... but if that's so, then just how shall we get along when left to ourselves? ((Who should ro Giselle and who should rp the mistress?))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:26 pm
((Erm, we can alternate for Giselle, and how do you want the mistress to be? I'll play her but I don't know her personality....))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:38 pm
((I was kind of thinking she'd be more into Patrick - and, um, sharing him with her male lover - than Giselle, but perhaps willing to try having sex with a woman?
Idea: Pat goes with Giselle to knock on the mistress' door - please name her? >.<; I hate naming! - and say Giselle thought she was looking ill so could Pat examine her just to be sure.
Mistress agrees, Pat examines her whilst discreetly taking in the whole room - but he misses her lover who's hiding in a corner/behind a curtain/somewhere not clearly visible - then either:
a) Mistress coos that Pat was just using this as an excuse to seduce her, and why doesn't he stay to play with her and her lover?
b) Somehow Mistress is removed from the room - Giselle perhaps wanting to help Pat leave - but before he can follow Pat is pawed/caught by lover.
c) Both of the above in that order?
.... no idea yet how to save Pat mind you... >.>))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:41 pm
((Oh, and of course, Taranieth must be the rescuer, but of course think Patrick allowed her to kiss him on purpose, and go through a whole what-if-he-really-does-prefer-women?))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:47 pm
((Umhmm, it's a deal. Please can you rp the lover and we'll take turns with Giselle and the Mistress?
So Patrick is going to be kissed by the Mistress, then once she's gone her lover grabs him - which he wasn't expecting - and gives the boy the same problem Taran was worried about earlier.
Though it will be involuntary - he won't be willing! - Taraneith shall have two reasons to be jealous and angry.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 1:33 pm
Giselle opened the door, munching on a sandwich, and saw Patrick. "Oh, Itsh you. Watchup?" she asked cheerfully, spraying him with lettuce. She swallowed. "Sorry. Um, I hope you're doing OK, and I was hallucinating yesterday when you introduced me to a guy who had... like... pointy ears? That was just me being insane, right? Cuz, you know, fae folk don't usually hang around and get introduced. I was drinking too much."
Giselle giggled. "But I'm making you stand at the door... come in, grab a sandwich, I always make one too many..."
((Call the mistress Aurelia? Sounds like a good name, ne? Means gold. Oh, and what color hair does Giselle have?))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 7:56 pm
So maybe this wasn't all just a drunken dream...
Patrick followed her in, smiling even as he rolled his eyes - he didn't enjoy the lettuce shower he'd received - and tried to decide what was best to tell her.
"Taran does have slightly pointed ears, but yeah, your drinking distorted them - when I was drunk, I didn't recognise him either, since his face was so different to my eyes!"
He shrugged to himself, not feeling too guilty about lying to her: he was simply protecting Taraneith, and she'd forgive him if she ever found out...
Then he recalled why he was there and paused with a sandwich halfway to his mouth. "Giselle... I need to see your Mistress - did you say her name was Aurelia or something like that? - today."
He gulped, hiding his shudder. "Y-you're her maid, right? Can you say that you asked me - a doctor - to examine her because you noticed she looked ill? I-I need to get inside her bedchamber and find out if there's a way to get you out when you need me..."
... but if that's so, then just how shall we get along when left to ourselves?
((Sounds fine, and as for hair colour... I hadn't really decided. >.<; But maybe black? Do you have a preference?))
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 9:01 am
 Giselle shrugged. "I can try, Patrick. Thanks for wanting to help me so much." she said. "You like him, don't you... more than you like your Adrian boy... glad to see your problems are coming to an end. Mine... mine are just beginning."She sighed. "Not that it much matters. I can take care of myself... by which I mean either die an old maid or end up with some random guy... hey, you know, if it helps, I'll marry you just for show. Just an idea." Her laugh filled the room. "If only it was so simple... but I won't hold you away from Taran... you've picked well, he's pretty gorgeous. Anyhow, shall we go? Oh, and I must warn you- it could be dangerous for the chastity of your body, she can be sort of... all over the place."
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 2:46 pm
So maybe this wasn't all just a drunken dream... Patrick wanted to hold her as though she were a child when she sounded so sad, but she wouldn't welcome such an action when she wanted to remain tear-free.
"My pleasure to help the only female friend I am ever likely to have..." he murmured, smiling reassuringly.
At the mention of his marrying her, he gulped and blushed, unable to look at her as he admitted to something he thought Taraneith had said - the boy wasn't quite sure he'd heard correctly, or perhaps he'd misunderstood, but it had to be said...
"I-I think Taran wants... me to marry him..." he told her, voice barely audible.
When she warned him, he bit his lip, knowing that it was a very real threat but unwilling to allow himself to think of such a possibility.
"I'll just have to hold her off, gentle but firm..." He nodded, nibbling the sandwich as he followed her. ... but if that's so, then just how shall we get along when left to ourselves?
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