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 Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 9:35 pm
Lonan was oblivious to Elle's wanderings or idle thinkings.
Press, pull, glide, back. Press, pull, glide, back. His hand worked from the base, pressing before pulling along the feathers. A slight sheen lay on the feathers for a moment before it spread evenly through the quills. It was awkward at the best of times, but needed.
A curious nose sniffed the air. His expression relaxed slightly as he recognised the scents. "A calming mix. Smells very nice, even down the hall."
He walked close to her easily enough, still keeping up his ministrations on his wing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 10:20 pm
Turning off the heat, Elle laughed quietly as he spoke...inclining her head in gratitude. Strolling towards him, still smoothing her hands over her hips, Elle reached slowly forward to settle one hand on his waist with a familiar and comforting touch.
"You like it? I'd like to say it's my own blend, but I just threw a few things together. You don't take sugar, do you." It wasn't so much a question, but she'd been wrong before. Smiling up at him, she tucked a few wet strands out of his face.
"You know, I was thinking....about your wings. If you wish too, and if they'll support you, you could take to the sky one day." Reaching to the side, slowly, in case she wasn't welcome, Elle brushed her hand across the drying feathers. "Is that something you'd like?"
It wasn't something she demanded, but the curiosity was there...it seemed a sort of healing, something she wished for him to feel. Hand still upon his waist, she curled her fingers comfortably. "I would miss you though, I admit." The tea steamed quietly, coils of warmth rising into the air.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 10:28 pm
"Sometimes the spontaneity of the moment makes the best brew. At least that's what Draconayzia has told me. Sometime I'll have to share one of my favorites with you. Orange, blackberry and a pinch of mint. Odd, but very refreshing. And no, no sugar. I've never understood the need for it." The hand on his wing froze when he felt her hand on his waist. It took him a moment to realize that he rather liked the touch.
The thought of flight. That made his adam's apple bob in his throat for a moment. "It's a dream. My wings may be strong and able to carry me but what is there for me up there? I cannot see where I am going, what is around me. What would be the point of gaining the sky?" The question was soft, almost timid in it's admitance.
As fingers brushed over feathers the apendages shivered in appretiation. Some of the feathers were dry and nearly coarse to the touch, others left a slight slick of oil on the passing fingertips. Once closer the same could be seen on Lonan's hand. "If I were to have the eyes of someone else though. Someone to tell me...." He let the offer hang. Perhaps this was the one right person to let in for something this intimate.
A decision was quietly made, his hand searching for her's for a moment. "Would you help me? It's hard to reach on my own." The hand holding her's had the slick of oil on the surface, the risidual softness in the skin. The oil smelled faintly of grass and dark woods that were wild and held old secrets. The essence of the blind teen.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 11:04 pm
She pulled him forward as she smiled, breath intaken in an excited gasp. Nodding eagerly, earrings chiming, her other hand found his waist. "Yes! Oh, please...let's try!"
Her excitement was tempered by elated acceptance, fingers knitting at the small of Lonan's back. Shifting to her other foot, she shook her hair free of its bun. "I have a few ideas, but first...strength." Lifting one hand, she ran it along the length of his wing span...barely brushing the downy stretch. "It might be a long time, but it's a worthy pursuit. Will you stretch, a bit more each day?"
Her hand slipped from his waist slowly, the tea was ready, and waiting to be served. Inhaling quietly as she prepared to step back, Elle's eyes sank almost closed at the warm clean smell of smooth skin and fresh feathers. It's...exciting, I'm sorry if I'm rushing. I don't mean to push."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 11:12 pm
To say he was surprised by her enthusiasm would be an understatement. Still the barest of smiles threatened to crack the stoic expression. Almost, not quite. A shiver coursed down his spine as her hands moved to the small of his back and the barest of tints colored his high cheekbones.
The touch on his wings made him gasp softly, biting his lower lip and shivering again. He had not lat another touch them before. But he had offered to her. And there was hardly regret in that decision. The touch was near heavenly. "I will, if only to hear that bell in your voice again."
His arms moved on their own, settling around the trimmer waist and mindful of the oil on his hand. "It's alright. You are a warmer soul than I knew to think. I see no harm in trying."
There was a tint of contentment in his voice, just knowing someone didn't find him so different to be repulsive or avoided because of oddity. She was tehre because she wanted to be. She had initiated the contact. And he was happy with it.
"We can take the tea upstairs to my room if you like. It's calm up there and I'm sure Draconayzia has a spare nightshirt or something in the hall closet you could borrow." He let his head dip down a bit so the top of her head barely tickled his chin. "I find myself not wanting to let you go."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 11:31 pm
"Then, please...don't." Honest and content, Elle let her arm slip further around his waist...head tilting into the hollow of his neck. Every moment brought something new, something worth while...she sighed silently, breath warm against his fragrant skin.
The tea would stay hot for a while yet. He was so warm, and his affection such a rare and precious thing..."Unless I may carry the tea up, in which case we can start anew there." She smiled slowly, amused and reluctant at the same time.
Pulling back a touch, Elle tilted her head...focusing again on his illuminated features. "It wouldn't be a loss, if we passed the night talking. Time is only time, after all." It was a gentle invitation, since it wasn't her home. She certainly wasn't ready to pass time time with simple sleep.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 9:02 am
"I'll carry the tea. Just stay close." Reluctantly he loosened his hold on her to take the mugs. Ebony feathers folded against his back to stay out of the way. Once to the second floor his wing reached out, gently resting along her back and shoulders again. There was such... comfort in her presence.
"There is a closet there. Take whatever night clothes you like." He had stopped by an ornately painted door that revealed a small collection of training clothes and nightshirts inside. Always ready for company.
Leaving her time to pick and choose he walked down the hall and opened one door. It was left open so she could easily follow. The room was black, darkened with shadows and paint. It took a few moments of fumbling after setting the tea down to find the lights. He had never used them.
Moving to sit on his bed the comforter sank under his slight weight. His hands moved to start the process of oiling feathers again. It needed to be done before he could really relax. Press, pull, glide, back. Press, pull, glide, back...
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 1:48 pm
"Ooh, thank you!" Elle paused at the closet, letting her hand slip slowly from her companion as he continued on. Rummaging for a moment, she finally selected a thigh length night slip...sheer, but Lonan would have no objection. Following him in a few moments later, holding the gown to her chest, Elle paused to smile in wonder.
"Oh, it's so soothing in here! I can see how having it tidy would be helpful...you would have quite the adventure in my abode. Crowded, cluttered, full of textures and smells..."
Her eyes wandered over the assortment of items and painted walls as she spoke...one hand absently unlacing the back of her dress. Without a second thought to modesty, which would have been academic at this point anyway, Elle stepped out of her dress in one smooth motion. The ring of keys met the floor gently with a muffled clatter.
"I would love to have you, though, if you're ever inclined. I can clear a path, so you don't have to watch your step." Bare aside from her jewelry and ornaments, Elle shook out the gown and held it up in the air before her...making sure it would fit. It would be tight here and there, but looked to smooth and comfortable to resist.
"Are you....what would the word be? Preening, or drying, Lonan?" She glanced up at his steady motion, watching the feathers flatten between his strong hands with a smile.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 5:32 pm
He paused to listen fully, hand frozen in his feathers. "That sounds appropriate for you. Cluttered but kept. An warm. I can tell that your spaces would be as warm as you are. I need things tidy. The occasional pet is easy enough to hear and avoid but objects shouldn't make my space a dangerzone."
The hand started it's work again as he grew accostomed to her place in the room. Now she was easy to follow. A chuckle threatened to sneak out.
"Have me? It sounds as though you think me a winter wren to net, Elle. Thought I'm not entirely sure I'd mind being caught." The corner of his mouth curled up slightly and there was mirth in his voice. Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure he was joking.
"Hmm? Oh, preening, I guess. I have oil glands at the bases of my wings. Even though I don't fly the feathers get worn. So after a shower I make sure to get my feathers preened. Makes them more comfortable over all." Rolling his shoulder he moved to get more oil from the base of his wing and spread it. It looked like he was a contortionist as he moved to spread the fluid over feathers. Never easy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 7:24 pm
"A net? I couldn't imagine. If you are ever caught, Lonan, I hope it is because you find your way willingly into my hand." She held the same light tone as she pulled the slip into place...tugging it down and shaking her hair free. Tugging one of the golden leaves carefully free of its crown, Elle set it quietly upon the surface nearest Lonan's bed. They were strong, and gently fragrant...perhaps it would remind him of her once they parted.
Bare foot and bare legged, she strolled back for her dress...folding it twice and tucking it up out of the way. It was easy to follow her progress, Elle made no attempt to silence the golden charms at her ankle or wrist.
"I would offer to help, but it looks like skilled work...and they should be properly kept, since some day the sky will be yours." Settling down cross legged at his feet, Elle watched him work with a smile...enjoying both the smell and sight. "There is nothing more I could ask, sharing that with you..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 7:47 pm
"I think you've already cast that net without planning. Though I'm not entirely sure if I should fight it or not." The tone of his voice gave the answer to that. It was easy to speak with her. No other made him feel this calm just by being there. The scent of the leaf hit his nose, strong in the bare room. It would linger. So much the better.
He kept working until the base of one wing was done. Letting his arm fall he streatched it, loosening the tense muscles. "Actually, would you help me with this? It's hard for me to reach everything. The glands themselves are easy to find, pressing brings it to the surface. After that it's just a matter of following the grain."
His voice was soft, hoping he was not being too bold in his asking.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 5:02 pm
Sliding up to settle on the bed beside him, Elle hummed softly, as though considering his question. Already, her hands drifted to his shoulder, gentle and telling, to get him used to her closeness and touch. "I suppose I could give it a try...after all, it was my net that mussed them, hmm?" It would be hard to fit more affection in her tone.
Lifting her hand from his skin, Elle sought a finished feather...running her fingers over it to learn the strength and sheen desired. Moving slowly to the side, her touch found a rougher area...hard to reach, as he said, but only slightly in need of care. Following his motion, she let herself settle into the role...asking the motion to come naturally, and smiling as it did.
The bed dimpled under her as she shifted, legs folding as she leaned in. "Ah, what a feeling! It must be hard, though, carrying this weight...when we finish, may I ease your back? Have you ever had a back rub lately?" It certainly didn't feel like it, that residual tension lingering despite his relaxation. Besides, the thought of sharing a massage brought a her breath a bit short. It would be soothing for both of them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 5:22 pm
The near-smile crept onto his face again. "It would be greatly appretiated. Thank you." He could feel each of her fingertips on his back, warm and soft. Not once did the skin flicker from unfamiliarity.
He shivered and bit back a soft gasp as she started working his feathers. Her hands had an all together different feel. While he worked efficiently to simply get the job done she took her time, feeling the feathers as they flared and moved for her to make it easier. At the base of his wings the oil welled when pressed, causing a small shudder to run through him. Eyes slipping closed he let his head loll forward as the dark wings relaxed.
He was so distracted he nearly missed her question. "No, never. I've never let anyone this close before. But you may do as you like." The soft voice was nearly lost in the hush of the room and the rustling of feathers. There was a deeply sated look on his face, a tint to his cheekbones like a cat laying on a windowsil, languid and basking in the warmth of some metaphorical sun.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 7:27 pm
Smoothing a long flight feather, back tracking once or twice to nudge the oil downwards, Elle tilted her head at his words. Her voice grew quiet as she glanced up, face but a foot from his. "Thank you, my friend. Is that the way you wish it, though? Distance...from so many others?"
There was no judgement, only a gentle question and the insistent tug of her preening. Leaning a bit closer as she sought his pure eyes, Elle let the length of her thigh press against his in comfort.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 7:33 pm
Heavens above he'd never thought his wings could feel so tended. It was all he could do not to simply slump from the gentle touch that made the large wings quiver. Still her question asked for an honest answer. "I shy from others naturally. My memories are of pain, and I do not wish to spread that or gain more of the same. There is a warmth in you that I trust. Others are at the fringes at best. The more you let people in, the more you allow them hold over you."
Feeling her move and the press of her leg to his he suppressed another shiver and turned his face towards her's. A soft tint could be seen in the low light and long, dark lashes veiled half-closed eyes. There was a contentment there that was obviously not common.
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