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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:15 pm
Well, that certainly hadn't taken long at all! Looking out at the torrential downpour that had, for all intents and purposes, sprung out of nowhere, he was suddenly more than a little bit pleased he had met up with Tiffany. This type of rain was powerful enough to do some serious damage to his feathers, so he was content to remain inside where it dry.
In the meantime, this was far from the worst predicament he'd ever been in. The picture of solicitiousness, he raised one wing and held it above Tiffany so that the dust of the ceiling wouldn't be in any danger of falling on her, acknowledging her issues of hair at the same time by lightly stroking the curls at her temple with the wingtip of the other side.
"Ah, I don't know, Chica; I would say that you look as charming as ever, possibly even moreso." After all, the gloom of the cave caused the brightness of the mare to stand out even more than it had in the gray of the outside! Continuing on the complimentary track, he gave her another truly winning smile. "It makes me wonder just how bright you are in the sunshine, if you can be this lovely in the gloom."
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:32 pm
Tiffany shifted a bit as he moved his wing over her. Quite polite, but it made her rather uncomfortable, he was practically completely covering her on two sides at this point. Very akward feeling, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. Ah, well maybe he was trying to act kind because he knew she deserve the best treatment in her perfection. she tried not to flinch when he touched her hair. She didn't like people touching her hair.
"D..don't do that" she said, getting increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. "Touch my hair, I mean. Don't touch my hair, you will get it dirty" she said, her voice first weak, then strong. She wouldn't let how uncomfortable she was show. After all, HE was the one that should be uncomfortable, being this close to the most gorgeous mare ever to exist. Poor stallion was probubly terrified right now, and was acting so odd because he was nervous. Yes, that must be it.
"Thank you, you are right" she said, tossling her hair a bit, letting the tight bits that had been woven loose and fall down. It had been a while since she had let her hair all the way down. The flowers in her hair fell off, she leaned over and picked it up, sticking it behind Guilian's ear, the one that idnd't have a rose. "A bit out of place, but certainly good. Not as good as it looks on me, naturally. But it will do." she said.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:42 pm
So, she did not wish for her hair to be touched, eh? Well, he could manage that, withdrawing the offending wing with a still-smug smile. He had time; obviously she wasn't used to the contact, and that last thing that he wanted to do was spook her.
"My bad, Chica; I suppose I was just thinking that I wanted to see your face a bit clearer and got carried away." However, he kept the other wing up in the air, a warm, feathered barricade from the dusty wall. "I'll refrain."
He, however, wasn't quite so concerned about a little dirt, not when it was raining so hard outside. Considering that there was no way to tell how long they'd be inside, there was a strong chance that his legs would be protesting if he remained standing the whole time. Consequently, he leaned against the wall himself, crossing one front leg over the other into a casual pose.
This allowed Tiffany better reach as she placed the flower, causing him to chuckle slightly at the gesture. Tilting his head to one side so that it was easier for him to see it, he smiled first at the flower, then at the mare. "I don't think that it goes with my color scheme quite as well as it goes with yours, Chica...but my thanks for the consideration. And let me return the favor." With that, he pulled the dark rose out of the chain he wore about his neck, offering it to Tiffany with a flourish. "A little drama for the lady?"
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:56 pm
Tiffany breathed deeper as he stopped, letting the tension she had go away a bit. The rain kept pounding, and thunder cracked again. She jumped again, giving a little squeel. She had never been fond of any kind of unagreeable weather, and the thunder would always surprise her. Stupid sky, didn't it understand who she was?
"That is fine, I guess I shall forgive you then" she said, feeling a bit strange. Now that her hair was completely down, it fell along her neck completely and arond her face and ears. When was the last time she had let it all just hang like this? It felt funny and heavy, she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. It was more comfortable then having it up in a tight fixture with the flowers, though.
"Thank you" she said, bowing her head and putting on the necklace. It wasn't the most flattering thing on her, but she figured with her hair as it was, the neecklace would help bring the look together. "When do you think it shall stop?" she asked, getting restless already. But the rain just kept going. Why did she always have to get herself into such situations? Ah, well, things could be worst. At least she was stuck in a cave with a stallion she could stand, maybe even liked. If she had been stuck in the cave with basically any other stallion, save Ariston, or mare, she would probubly have pushed them out into the rain by now.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 7:12 pm
Living outside meant that Guilian had a pretty high tolerance for storms; however, Tiffany's squeal caused him to jump as well...at least until he realized what had caused it. Then, however, he gave her a kind smile. "I hope that you don't find the thunder TOO disagreeable, Tiffany-Chica, for we could be here for quite some time. However, I am pleased to know that I have at least managed to get back into your good graces."
Given the amused little smile on his lips as he said that, it was difficult to say whether he was being serious or sarcastic. However, his tone was light, and he seriously doubted it would matter to Tiffany either way.
As she put on the necklace, he watched with a critical eye, noting that the silver that accented his own red and black so beautifully seemed rather dull against the white. What she needed was a bright gold chain...but the black, at least, looked most dramatic against the white. In fact, it was a tough thing to look away from her and actually pay attention to what she was saying.
"The rain? Honestly, Chica, I have no idea. It was so sudden in arriving, after all, it could be equally sudden in vanishing. Or it might hang around for a while." Personally, he didn't care either way.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 7:22 pm
Tiffany looked down at the large necklace. It felt heavy and weird on her neck, she was unsure how she felt about it. It was amusing, the two soquili both were wearing one article of the other's. Of course, Tiffany knew she would look great in anything she wore, because, being the most amazing looking soquili ever to exist, she was absolutly versitile. Plus, her white color worked with nearly everything.
"It just surprises me, really. How am I supost to know when it is coming? I mean, it is so rude not to just give me a warning or something" said Tiffany, never having made the connection that lightning usually came just before the thunder. Really they came at the same moment, but it took a moment for the sound to travel. Either way, Tiffany always took the noise quite unprepared.
"Well figure it out" she demanded, looking pouty again. She wanted out at this point, but there was no way at all tha she would go out there. Although she might look nice, at this point, if she got wet. Still, it would be entirly un lady-like, and absolutly out of the question. "It is getting so cramped" she said, feeling his head radiating into the cave, even though he wasn't very close.
Tiffany squinted out into the distance, wondering what other, lesser soquili did in the rain. Certainly they were just disgusting and sayed out there, or under a dripping tree. How brutish. Part of the reason Tiffany insisted on such things as making herself stay in the cave was because she felt if she did such a thing as go into the rain, that she would be another common soquili, which she CLEARLY wasn't.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 9:58 pm
Such simple, streamline logic Tiffany employed; in a way it made perfect sense, in another… Well, in another it showcased just what she thought of herself. Listening to her, Guilian couldn’t hide his amusement; did she expect the sky to beg her pardon just before it thundered, or what? Wasn’t that what the lightning was for? Or perhaps, given their location, she merely couldn’t see the lightning but expected the weather to make up for her by doing something else to announce its presence.
She certainly was an imperious one, regardless. At her demand that he determine JUST how long the storm would last, one dark eyebrow quirked upwards in a distinct ‘are you kidding me’ fashion, although the gloom of the cave likely obstructed that gesture enough so that Tiffany wouldn’t see it…or, at the very least, wouldn’t understand it. Still, it wasn’t necessarily an annoyed look, merely a put out one.
Had she tried this track with Ariston, he wondered? He could certainly see his friend being attracted to this mare, with her refined ways and elegance; however, Ariston wasn’t the type to kowtow, he was the type to be kowtowed TOO; consequently, the cardinal stallion could very easily see a meeting between Tiffany and Ariston evolving into an all out catfight. That had seriously amusing potential, to be honest…
But no. Ariston wasn’t here now, he, Guilian, was, and that meant that he had to handle things in his way. And his way involved being as agreeable as possible, up to a point.
Pulling back his wings, he made a great show of walking the few steps to the mouth of the cave, peering out through the slanting sheets of rain up at the churning gray sky. Having made all this effort, he backed up so that he was back where he started from beside Tiffany, then gave her a bland look. “I’d say the storm will last another 87 minutes, give or take. Granted, I could always be wrong, but that’s what it looks like right now. Might as well prepare for a holdout, unless you feel like a shower.”
And with that, he resumed leaning comfortably against the wall, giving the mare a wink. “I hope you like standing, Tiffany-Chica.”
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 1:07 pm
Tiffany glared at him. "87 minutes? Oh god, I can NOT stand that" she said, lookng outside angrily. "What am I supost to do?" she said, her voice less of a demand, and more of a whine. "I can't sit on this dirty floor. That is all fine and dandy for you, but my coat is WHITE. It will SCREAM every bit of dust I get on it!" she said, her voice getting louder, getting more frustrated.
Tiffany wasn't intentonally a horrible mare, in most cases she saw herself as the good-girl, and that everyone else was absolutly stupid. Which also put her in the position of thinking quite a few bad things seemed to happen to her.
Maybe she should go outside? Tiffany was accually considering the prospect. All her life she had always hidden from the rain. But she probubly looked nice wet, and at this point she was probubly covered in dust anyway. An extra bath for one day couldn't hurt her...right?
She sighed, loudly. "Well, I guess we are going to have to get out of this dreadful place then, shall we?" she said, sticking one hoof out into the rain. on such a day, it was warm rain, and not unpleasent in the least. "You go first" she demanded of him.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 1:18 pm
"And if it were to get dusty, you could always rinse it off, Tiffany-Chica. The beauty of dust is that it is remarkably non-permanent, consequently you shouldn't have that much to worry about. Besides, nothing emphasizes the beauty of purity like first having it marred."
Watching the mare fuss was like watching a foal have a temper tantrum; in fact, Guilian was pretty sure he'd heard some variation on this tone frequently when his kids were younger. However, this was a grown mare, not a child, which made the situation more laughable as well as more perplexing. After all, he couldn't very well demand she stop.
Well, he COULD...but she probably wouldn't listen. Besides, this was amusing!
Maintaining his relaxed lounge position even as she was fussing about the doorway, he returned her question/demand with a simple answer. "Why?"
Why should they leave the cave, why should they brave the rain? She might not care about HER flowers, but he certainly did care about his.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 1:38 pm
Tiffany smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed. Nothing made this mare calm down but a few compliments, reminding her that, as the most gorgeous mare ever, she should keep herself held in the utmost grace.
She carfully, wich was very hard with just a mouth and hoof, secured her hair up again, tempted to take back her flower. But she was wearing his rose right now, and odds are if she took her flower back he would want his back. She didn't HAVE to do that, but he might freak out like others always seemed to do and push her into the rain or something dreaful like that.
"I gues you are right" she mumbled, appauled to have suggested such a thing. Go out into the rain, get dirty and disgusting, that would be horrible! And to do it willingly...my, Tiffany was certainly off her game. Like any other time, she would tought it out, being brave in the name of beauty, because as the beauty, she was obligated to always spread it, and let others bask in it.
"Well what shall I do for 80......86 minutes, then? I don't fancy just standing here, because that certainly would get tiresom" she said, already feeling a bit tired in her legs. Standing in one place often felt more stressful then walking. She wasn't even burning any callories with this!
But she certainly couldn't sit down. Oh no, she would have to stand, even if it killed her. Well, maybe not that much. Because it would be horrible to take herself away from the rest of the world, they NEEDED her sparkling beauty and personality to keep everyone happy.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 1:46 pm
Ah, the voice of reason prevails again. Straightening up a bit, Guilian gave Tiffany a smile of understanding, hoping to convey support rather then 'ha, you were wrong!' If his kids were any indication, being proved wrong never helped strengthen relations between the wronged and the wrongee...so best to play it safe.
Glancing about the cave, he adopted a suitably thoughtful look, then gave her a shrug. "Well, it certainly is a long time, Chica; I would suggest you lean against a wall, but, as you have already mentioned, such would likely result in you getting dirty. Perhaps you would instead prefer to use me?"
Before she had a chance to ask what it was he meant by that, he was explaining himself, doing his best to make it sound logical and like the simplest suggestion in the world. "I am already leaning agains the wall on this side, so you could perhaps lean against my other side, which is quite clean as you can no doubt tell. Then you shall not have to tire your legs out, and at the same time remain clean!"
A splendid plan, to put it mildly. Besides, having her snuggled against his side could only have benefits for him as well...
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:01 pm
Tiffany looked at him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was flirting with her. In fact, she simply thought that he was doing his duty to offer it. But would she take it? he might be icky, it was hard to tell in the dark. Still, when she saw him outside, he did look quite clean.
"Ok, then." she said, leaning against him. His wings felt funny. "Can you move your wing, please. It is really akward" she said, feeling the bone in it sticking into her side, not a pleasant feeling at all. She flicked her ronglet a bit, not that her hair was up. Maybe she could grab her flower back soon with out him noticeing?
"Ah, well. That is a bit better" she said, leaning all her weight onto him. She was a bit smaller then the stallion, and trim. that and the fact she probubly wouldn't have cared anyway made her not even think about pissibly hurting him. It did take the pressure off her legs. Now his side would be dirty. Then again, he chose to be disgusting on his own, so it wasn't her problum.
Feeling the silence get slightly akward, she decided to start a conversation that both of them could properly enjoy. "Do you think my hair looks nicer down, or up? I know I look AMAZING either way, but certainly one must be better then the other. I think I like it up, down feels weird. And I bet wihth it down I look alot like Ariston" she said, babbling on. If it was one thing this mare could go on about for quite a while, it was herself.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:21 pm
Wow, she moved fast, even compared to Guilian. Before he'd had so much as a chance to move his wing out of the way she was up against his side, therefore denying him the full satisfaction of snuggling her as well as driving the protrusions of his wings into her side. Oh well, that was easily remedied.
"Of course, Chica." Easily pulling back the wing, Guilian allowed the smaller mare to move up against his side, then proceded to gently drape the wing over her. Just in case there were any qualms with that, he offered the quick explanation "so that no dirt falls down on you from the ceiling."
This new situation was much better, to his way of thinking; in spite of having her leaning against him, her weight was minimal in comparison with his larger bulk; besides, he had the wall for support anyway. No, she was almost just where he wanted her...
However, he too was pleased when she started speaking again. In the silence, actions would be much more pronounced, and this was a topic he thought he could enjoy.
Tilting his head to regard the mare, Guilian narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he studied the mare's elegnat blonde hair. The current arrangement was a bit messy, but that added a certain...bedroom charm to the whole thing. "Hrm...personally, I think that both ways has potential, Tiffany-Chica. Down, it frames and highlights your face and shows how elengant you can be in a natural state; up, it accents your bone structure and indicates how much you care about personal appearance. I think that it's missing something at the moment, though..."
Shaking his head slightly, he dislodged the flower she's placed behind his ear, catching it carefully in his teeth and leaning over to gently, gently replace it in her mane...breathing gently in the sweet scent of the mare as he did so. Keeping the light contact between them, he allowed his muzzle to trail gently along hers as he pulled back, then surveyed the result as though nothing had happened. "The flowers suit you, Chica, more than they could ever suit me, no?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:33 pm
Tiffany settled into his side, wuite content to be pprotected from the dirt and comfortable. No downsides, right? The mare STILL failed to sense any sexual tension in the moment, no. He was just being a good little...what was it now? Admirer, or perhaps worshiper? She couldn't remember. Good little servent, at least.
She listened to his comment, nodding. "Yes, I think up, because I DO care about my appearence, and if anyone were to mistake that..." she paused as he moved closer to replaced the flower. As he brushed his muzzle near hears, she twitched a bit. What was he doing? This certainly wasn't just being a good servent. No, there was something weird. The rusty, unused gears in her brain turned as she tried to figure it out.
"Way better on me then you" she said softly, her voice distant and distracted. What in the world was that? He could have just slipped, but that was certainly a specific slip, and it seemed quite intentional.
The mare lightened her weight on him, and then moved to the side slightly, completely seperating herself from him. "What in the world are you trying to do?" she said, starting to, very slowly, catch on to the stallions little plans.
"You are...no gentleman" she said, finally relizing that the stallion had been coming onto her. The compliments, the gestures. All just ways to get to her. How ignorent of her, to have fallen fro them! Then again, he could have very well just been doing his proper duty. But he had crossed the line.
"Listen, I understand, that I, as the most gorgeous mare in the world, can be quite attractive. But where do you get off trying to get your dirty little mouth near mine? I have no desire for an underling like you." she said, angriy. The poor mare couldn't even go outside to get away, the rain was still pooring down!
The stallion had said he was friends with Ariston, but that encounter had been nothing like this. Ariston had been kind, and talking either her, that was it. This stallion though, was much different. Trying to seduce her, who did he think he was?!?
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 2:47 pm
Tiffany probably wasn't expecting the reaction she got from Guilian. Rather than adopting a shocked expression or attempting to deny anything, he instead laughed; laughed in his own rolling fashion. Even as Tiffany pulled away, he made no attempt to follow her, releasing her from his wing and remaining leaning slightly against the wall.
Once he had stopped laughing, though, he was able to give the mare a sensual grin. "I was beginning to wonder about you, Tiffany-Chica. You are so lovely, so seductive in your words and movements, your suggestions, yet you at the same time maintained an innocence about you that was quite at odds with the signals you were sending."
There was no need to deny; after all, he was what he was, and what he did...was romance the lovelies of the world. She ought to be flattered, given that fact.
However, he did object to being denied his status of gentleman. "On the contrary, Chica, I am the truest of gentlemen, that which treats the lovly mares of the world to the pleasure they so richly deserve. You are a vision, Chica, the sort that would inspire even the dullest of stallions to passion, yet all that they would care about was themselves. Even if given the chance to be with you...all they would care about was their own enjoyment, thinking nothing of you, of treating you well and giving you what you yourself so richly merit. Tell me, Chica, have you never wished to be worshipped? To be truly, honestly adored in the way that only a true lover can?"
She was so lovely, yet so aloof; it honestly pained Guilian to think that she denied herself the experience of being loved. There was nothing else like it in the world, and to experience it with him...
"You deny yourself needlessly, Chica, fostering adoration but failing to ultimately receive. Such gives me more sorrow than you can even begin to imagine..."
But yet he maintained his position, his distance; if she was skittish, then he wouldn't risk driving her out completely.
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