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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 11:36 pm
"Ah, have you now, girl?" Faolan practically purred, leaning down closer. "Perhaps I should find amusing ways to make you talk."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 11:43 pm
Ellandra tilted her head up, to better look Faolan in the eyes. "You'll never get me to tell," she said quite simply to the fortune-teller. At least. . . not without a lot of.... um....
.... Effort, that was a good way to put it . . . .
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 11:48 pm
Faolan tilted his head, lazy grin spreading across his face. "Ay, ay, lassie, that sounds like a challenge if I ever heard one," he purred, reaching out to pull her closer, not at all caring that he was sweaty or a little funky from having worked on the roof all day.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:14 am
Ellandra squeaked, her eyes widening a bit. "You're...... um F-faolan," she stuttered out, torn between thinking that this was a good thing and worrying about this silly fancy dress she'd been stuffed into and how it might be affected by Faolan's erm................. overworked-ness?
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:23 am
Faolan made a soft sound, catching hold of her hands, rather than her waist, dimly aware not to mess up the pretty dress. He tugged her towards the vardo. Giving a soft chuckle somewhere between playful and seductive, he husked out, "Come, lass. Think it's time to do a little of that creative incentive to get you to talk."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:27 am
Ellandra, fully understanding him and for once no more than a bit weak in the knees, stuck her tongue out at him. "Good look trying, I'm keeping my word," the brunette said, quietly but mischeviously, and there was a gleam in her eyes that said yes, she knew exactly what she was getting in to. . . and for once, she wasn't afraid.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:31 am
Faolan's eyes widened a bit, then his expression reverted to the lazy charm that usually shined through. He pulled her up the steps and opened the door, playfully shoving her in. "La, girl! Get in the vardo and out of that dress!" He followed her in . . . and a moment later, Rags was unceremoniously dumped outside and the door shut and, for once, locked.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 10:15 am
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 12:11 pm
Ellandra wasn't sure how she was feeling at the moment. It wasn't a lack of emotion that was confusing her, rather, it was the overwhelming mix of so many feelings crashing into just-now-kicking-in logic that was leaving her muddled somewhere between overwhelmingly happy, terrified, tired, pained..... she was drowning in her own feelings and didn't know how to swim or even to get her head above the water. At least, for the most part, she was physically comfortable. Kind of. There was a distinct, lingering awkwardness about being snuggled up to Faolan, especially when she could move her eyes around the bedroom of this bigger vardo and spot her clothing scattered about it...
She blinked once; twice; a third time and tried to sort through herself and her emotions with no luck. There was just no . . . no function, yet. She was, to put it mildly, mentally and emotionally overloaded.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:40 pm
Faolan lay comfortably stretched out in the bed, one arm around Ellandra where she was curled against his side, his hand stroking her hair idly. He opened his eyes slowly, unable to shake the lazy blissful feeling of afterglow. Looking up at the ceiling, his first thoughts were that he'd actually done a good job patching the roof. Those were quickly followed by wondering how his pants had gotten draped over a rafter. He hadn't remembered throwing them that far, but . . . well, okay.
Yawning, he stretched a bit, cat-like in his languid movements. He let out a content sigh and relaxed again, looking down at Ellandra and watching her a moment. Moving his hand from her hair, he began poking her back a little.
"Still with me, Elle?" he asked softly, voice still a bit husky with emotion.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:01 pm
Ellandra sighed a little and tried to gather her thoughts up enough to be able to form words, without too much success. "Umm..." she murmured vaguely in an approximation of a response as she snuggled a bit closer, still too dazed to process much. Had her logic kicked in, she might have gotten a bit panicky, but it hadn't yet, so she was relatively content to just lay there, snuggled up to her fortune-teller, her fiance, her love. . . her Faolan.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:18 pm
Faolan chuckled lazily. "I'll take that as a very strong maybe." He yawned again, and wriggled a bit on his back to get comfortable with Elle laying partially on him. Tilting his head, he continued staring at the ceiling overhead, still feeling dazed. He'd had lovers before, so the overwhelming newness of what they'd done wasn't too bad, but the sense of finally feeling whole . . . he hadn't expected that. Being with Elle was like coming home. If there had been any doubt in his mind that of his belonging with her, it was completely gone now.
Eventually he moved a bit, sliding out from under her, and sat up, running a hand through his pillow-styled hair. Getting up, he pulled one of the smaller blankets with him, deftly wrapping it about his narrow hips, and headed for his dresser to find something to wear.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:36 pm
Ellandra watched him leave the bed, half-feeling like she should get up, too, and half-feeling like she really didn't want to just yet... despite the growing desire she had for a shower. To be honest she wasn't entirely sure that she could move just yet, not when she couldn't string two words together into a sentence or even really figure out what she felt just now, such a mess of contentment and tiredness mixed with pain and still, somehow, fear. . . No. . . perhaps she'd better not try to move just yet.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:45 pm
Faolan grabbed a pair of jeans from the dresser and came back to sit on the bed, leaning over to kiss her forehead. He wanted to crawl into bed and curl up with her again, but there was still work to be done on the vardo and around the carnival. Plus, he was feeling a little guilty over how Elle was just lying there. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, but was afraid he'd done just that.
"I'll be back in a bit. I'm gonna go over and take a shower, okay?" Faolan said softly, getting up from the bed. He grabbed the jeans and headed out, still wearing the blanket as a make-shift skirt, and made sure the bedroom door was left open so she could hear him when he came back.
As soon as the front door of the vardo was closed, Faolan having left for the nearest shower, Zia fluttered in and sat on the pillow recently occupied by its owner and started at the girl with wide, rainbow eyes. "Well?"
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 3:01 pm
As the fortune-teller walked out the door, Ellandra reached out a shaky hand out from the bed and whispered a very soft, "F-faolan..." after him. When Ziazan landednext to her, she turned to the little proto with slightly-dazed eyed and blinked. "Hmm...?" What did it mean? She was much to muddled to fully understand....
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