OH LAWD, you've gone and done it now I make no promises for his behavior from this point forward XD XD XD *dying* .. and here I was afraid to RP on gaia because I thought I'd miss the sexiness ..
He's still watching her, an almost awestruck look on his face, when she settles herself, takes him by two hands, and promptly ensures his willingness to do nearly anything she might wish him to. Oh aye, he'd follow her now, he would, over hill nor dale, through wood and over seas, and all that jest for another kiss like that, with soft lips as has got a taste of home upon them.
Slow and slower yet he licks his lips to savor the taste, watching her like a man beglamoured, following the movements of her mouth without quite understanding what the sounds she is making mean. It is several seconds before he catches on, during which time he reaches out to hook a finger through one of her belt loops, and pull her back towards him again. "Aye, lass, aye," he mutters, since this isn't really what interests him just now. "Place loike this tisn't fer the loikes of her, oi left 'er off at me flat."
Brilliant inspiration strikes him just then -- or at least it seems brilliant just now, even though it's a terrible idea in practice. Who knows what Fainelloth will think of such an intrusion, or what she will have to say about her Chosen reeking of liquor? "Ye wanna meet her gracefulness?"
Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 8:38 pm
LoveByLetters
That is the MAIN thing that makes me sad about gaia!! XD Need more sexiness plskthnx *shameless*
When he pulled her close again, she stood between his legs, her hands on his shoulders. A smile curled her lips at the suggestion and she nearly kissed him again. "I would love ta see yer Guardian, Nortier Draughn." The way she said his name made it almost a sin, and she ended her sentence with another light brush of her lips on his.
Then she jumped backwards with much more grace than the liquor consumption should have allowed and beckoned him with a curled finger. "Come, take me ta yer flat and show me yer pretty deer."
She tossed a handful of coins into one of the empty mugs, grabbing the much smaller mug Nortier had given her for the poitín and making doubly sure that none remained before handing it back to him. Suddenly impatient and not entirely sure why, she grabbed his much larger hand and tried to bodily pull him to his feet.
The chuckle rolls up out of him, deep as a peal of thunder, with a glint in his eyes for the lightning to match it -- or perhaps that is in his touch, hands gliding along her sides in the moment before she is so cruel as to move away. And of course he shall follow her, after a request like that, for he is so bold as to think that it's not Fainelloth she wants to see, not really ..
All at once he is standing, moving unexpectedly fast for a man so long of limb: it seems ridiculous that he should be graceful, being so tall, and having had as much of the liquor as she. "Oh, aye, there's plenty oi'll be showing ye, lass." His voice is low, the words muttered into her ear as he leans over her, and she will even feel his lips brush against her ear as he speaks them. But then he too is cruel enough to pull away too, though he does not take his hand from hers; rather he leads the way out of the tavern, pulling her along with eager impatience quickening every step.
Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 7:22 pm
The night was cool and quiet in this part of the city. Anyone that walked by did so in a hushed hurry, as if they didn't want to be caught walking the streets here. Soibhan was too drunk to care however, and knew that if anyone jumped them, she could handle herself. And Nortier...He was someone she definitely didn't have to worry about.
"I know this be a big city an' all, but I doona think I've ever seen ya around. I'd think, bein' Macaire's brothair an' all, ye'd be someone I've met afore now."
She quickened her steps to keep up with him, even slipping from his grasp to skip in front of him. Her balance wasn't the greatest and she stumbled more often than not, but being so full of drunken energy was making her wild for the movement. Plus, she just liked looking at him, seeing the fire in his eyes. She'd seen that kind of fire before and knew exactly what was on his mind.
He don't seem to care no more about the folk around them then she do: they are as shadows to him, something that passes to either side without much notice. It'd be a thrice-damned fool that'd jump a Gael and a Airelunder, who everybody knows spend all their coin on drink, leaving none to steal, but then there's the half-mad look of the dancing lady, and the scars on the big, tall man --
"Oh, oi b'ain't been here afore now, ye ken. Me haime .. well, it were grown tae lively, and them as were askin' after me were less and less fine wenches and mair and mair lads what has badges'n'titles." Like the lady he walks alongside, he is veering towards subjects he should not speak to, but the drink and the kisses and her grin have lead him off and he is no longer cautious or careful. "Dain't loike questions as 'who dun it,' er 'wot's he look loike?' " He sniffs, to show her how little he thinks of such discussions, and lets his shoulders lift and fall in a shrug. "Oi'druther've them questions loike, 'How's 'bout another round' er 'Yer place nor mine?' "
"Oh, I haven't been here until now, you know. My home .. well, it had gotten too exciting, and those that were asking after me were less and less beautiful women and more and more often men with badges and titles. I don't like questions like 'Who did it' or 'What does he look like?' I would rather have questions like, 'How about another round' or 'Your place or mine?' "
Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:08 am
Instead of being intimidated or frightened, as some women would be upon declaration of such news, Soibhan only grinned like a cat that ate the cream. She liked her men on the rough and tumble side; they were blunt and exciting, and tended to treat her more like she wanted to be treated. A pang of hurt flashed across her features for a fleeting moment as she thought about Rob and what they had missed out on.
But then she slowed enough to walk beside Nortier again, playfully poking him in the side. "Those're two o' my favorite questions," she said, grin turning sly. "Now, how far are we from yer place? I'm...excited te see this pretty deer o' yers."
Truthfully, she was. Seeing the guardians of others was something she enjoyed; the creatures all had such varying personalities, some of them so far removed from those of their chosen, that each one of the 'magical' deer was a treat to interact with. But she couldn't lie to herself; she wanted to have a little fun with Nortier, to forget about everything else and get lost in those fiery eyes of his for the night. Besides, any brother of Macaire had to be a good man, even if the authorities didn't happen to agree.
"Jest alongside 'ere," he tells her, stepping promptly down an alleyway -- as if he'd almost forgotten to turn until the last minute, until she'd mentioned it. He goes so far as to snag her by the wrist and pull her along with him, pausing to lean over her, dipping his head into her hair. She will feel (just briefly!) his lips brush across the upper curve of her ear before he steps forward again, and unless she steps away he will keep his arm curled around her as he does so.
The boarding house he directs her to is not a particularly nice one, its only saving grace being that it is located next to a chandler, whose efforts fill the air with the pleasant scents of perfumed wax. There is additionally the fact that there is a room to let on the bottom floor, accessible by this alleyway; he has a key for a small door, through which he must duck when he enters. It takes a moment's fumbling for him to light a lantern, and when he has she will be treated to a room which is obviously only a temporary accommodation. There is a small table, which he has pushed to a corner, and a pair of small beds, which he has pushed together to create one larger bed. A third mattress, perhaps a well-stuffed bedroll, has been set on the opposite side of the wall and piled with thick, fluffy blankets of a considerably better quality then those actually on the bed.
This seems to be because the mattress on the floor is the sleeping place of someone with a finer taste: a long-limbed delicate doe, in the most delicate, darling silver and cream. Her every line, even the tilt of her head as she examines the stranger, seems to speak of an elegance which her Chosen so plainly does not possess.
" 'Tis Fainelloth," the big man mutters, now somehow visibly embarrassed, as any old soldier might be when introducing someone like a princess or a queen. He feels her elegance most keenly, knowing better then any how different this fine lady is from himself and from anything he had expected out of a Guardian.
Ashtiel Arykosa
Posted: Thu Dec 12, 2013 6:50 am
Her nose twitched as she took in the smells of the wax drifting from the next building over. His hand on her wrist was warm and almost a little insistent. Normally she would have pulled away and socked the man that dared grab her like that, but she had so far sensed no malice from this man. And she still held the belief that a brother of Macaire was not a bad man, as naive a thought as that might be.
When the room was bathed in a sudden, warm light, Soibhan found herself in the presence of a ghost. Or, nearly one. Fainelloth was the most beautiful, ethereal guardian she'd ever met, even compared to Taxes. Whereas Taxes was pale warmth, Fainelloth was pale coldness, like the glow of moonlight or foxfire.
Some guardians showed themselves to be very expressive, but Soibhan couldn't tell what this beautiful doe was thinking. She seemed so delicate sitting there within the pile of blankets, but her hooves were just as sharp and her body held just as much strength as any of her kind. And the fact that the doe got the better of the accommodations meant she either demanded it, or Nortier respected his guardian enough to give it to her no matter what. She had a feeling it was a mix of both, and found herself liking Nortier even more. There was a real contrast between this guardian and her chosen, but somehow it suited the pair.
"She is beautiful," Soibhan said with a smile, bowing lightly to the doe.
"Sae she is," Nortier agrees, torn now between a sense of heated embarrassment and a pride so fierce it burns him. "Tae good fer loikes of meself, ye ken. Dain't have nae glimmerin' why she'll follow me aboot."
For her part, the doe regards this stranger with a level stare, as if judging her measure in a glance. The bow is well received, though the doe perhaps considers it only her due -- and lifting her head, looking to her Chosen, she makes a small noise, like the murmur of a sleepy child. At once Nortier steps carefully past his guest, and going on one knee before Fainelloth slides his hand under the doe's chin to tilt her head up and leave a gentle kiss on the top of her head. It is a gentle act, as tender a thing as she has ever seen Macaire do, and it is plainly something that he has done many times before, which Fainelloth deliberately requested and expected to receive.
Nor did she do this without purpose: as she receives her greeting she looks slyly past her Chosen at Soibhan, as if to say he may have brought you home tonight, but his heart really belongs to me. This having been done she is content to lay her head back down, eyes half-closed, as Nortier pushes up to his feet again, vaguely embarrassed. "Ach," he says, somewhat disgusted. "Dain't pay me nae mind, oi'll be a fool in me auld age, oi will."
Ashtiel Arykosa
Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 10:08 am
Feeling suddenly as if she had no right to be here, Soibhan felt her cheeks redden, though she smiled at the affection he gave his beautiful guardian. It did seem as though the doe expected every bit of it, but to Soibhan, Fainelloth was a truer lady than any of the human nobility she'd met since arriving in Palisade.
Crossing her arms, she gave Nortier a wry grin. "S'not nice te bring a lady home when ye have one there already," she said, her tone teasing and light. But truly, how was she to...do...anything with him, with such a graceful, proper lady occupying the same space? It didn't feel right. As much as Soibhan loved the naughtier aspects of life, she wasn't that much of a voyeur, even if Fainelloth would be considered an animal to anyone not a chosen and not herself.
