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 Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:30 pm
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100 Her face was as silky as his shirt, and perhaps twice as cooling to the touch: thoughts of home and a calm smile came to him in that moment, but...
Before she would know anything of it--hearing the footsteps, feeling the pressure of the air displaced, perhaps--Dixon was upon the fair princess:
tally one for the distraction, innit? He gripped her shoulders firmly, spinning her around and looking into her inner lobes with a hot, clean-cutting urgency.
"You would do so at the cost of my honor, milady--that much, I'm sure you know, is worse than death." He wasn't going to hurt her, no, but the message that she wouldn't be going anywhere until he was done was quite easy to read. "If he and I come to blows again, it will be on me to survive and do as I must. I've met your father, albeit only briefly; he is not the type who would be gladdened at such selfish helplessness." At at this point he released the pressure on Esther's shoulders.
"... I'm-I'm sorry about that," now furiously blushing--if you must, threatening to match his clothes--Dixon slid his hands through the cooling air and into his pockets; one came to council with fidgets on his lips. "In any event," he rejoined, "I trust you'll trust me when I say I can handle Roland. The man values strength--it is his first tongue, rather--so I was able to communicate to him our stance. Tell me: with whom should I cavort?" He looked calm, curious even, stretching out a hand for the fair maiden to walk with him along the misty falls. His aura, it would be see, despite reason, if you will, was very steady--soothing even.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 7:09 pm
Company:: Dixon Clothing:: For the dateFeeling:: Swoon Condition:: Healthy Location:: Waterfall Currency:: $5000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggers, vile of potent sleeping poison & Her Arcana cards OOC::  Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis My my, this man was surely something else from the usual weak men that try pining for her affections. Dixon's blushing cheeks reminded her of the way a boy glows near his first time crush. His strong outreached hand reminded her of a knight's sworn oath to do all he can for the princess he pledges fealty to; Even if at times emotions rise and his pride might get in the way. "You are quite different than the other men, Dixon. I'm not so sure I can trust you for when I think I know you well you do something or say something that surprises me." She accepted the man's hand, thought a little reluctantly admittedly, but she was placing trust in this man's unruly capabilities to show her how to unwind and throw back some shots to release this pent up stress of her father the what the kingdoms are up to. Besides, if he got too handsy she could always summon up her magical cards and blast a fireball where is own pelvis use to be. "So now that it's getting dark, where will you lead me by the hand?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 9:09 pm
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100 Was it not true, in passages of every evening hue, that the wildest, most innocent, beautiful heart of the jungle was not guarded by the most trivial,
banal, gross thorns? Was it not inseparable from the sun's magnificent rays the burning,
jealous-lover's heated gaze? Type of alchemy through which a child wishes and that which is known before the mind is thoughtful enough to know...
On the way up the misty rocks, long split by the waters there flowing, a count and princess made their way, uneasy sapling--call it trust--growing: silent promise: each step resounded with the blessing of the rock; stone is heart which knows no temperature--so sure, so sure--and thrashed and carved unseen until its shapeless front had turned to a quiet elegance;
silence dissolved itself into the rushing battle-cry of water undenied.
"I had a feeling," thought the count aloud, resting his tension softly in the palm of this princess of darkness, "that if I kept following this path, I'd be greeted with something quite beautiful." He started to smile; smiling before he turned to his date for the day. He felt so much in this moment that he wasn't going to pursuit, for he knew the pursuit of which was the decline of energy better spent enjoying what was in front of him; he was, after all, an empiricist, despite the inclinations prior regarding the goddess Agni--she really was real, wasn't it?
"Princess..." He barely whispered it, praying it in tones of wind as the top of the falls tore on beside them, the very essence of the ephemerality of each moment, including this--and damned if this was not the power of man at its apex. "I cannot speak for other men--you could call them weak, lesser, if you want--but I'd be happy to let you find out exactly what's wrong with me: it's all up to you, milady." He wouldn't be so bold as to go in for the kill, so to speak, tonight--that was for dames who weren't the daughter of the EMPEROR--and so, with waning sun, the count took the dragon's hand to his lips and, giving a slight dip with his knee, softly kissed it as he was taught in one of the more embarrassing lessons taught him by Youkimi... --He wouldn't break eye contact, letting up slowly and coming to drink the last of the sun with the princess.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 11:46 pm
Company:: Dixon Clothing:: For the dateFeeling:: Swoon Condition:: Healthy Location:: Waterfall Currency:: $5000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggers, vile of potent sleeping poison & Her Arcana cards OOC:: Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis Be still her beating heart. What sort of sorcery was this? Esther had not expected the climb to be so heart pounding but why, oh why, did the light have to catch in spray of the waterfall; A rainbow blessing the scene as an unspoken promises between the airs wafting in the wind; One of reluctant winter and the other of soothing summer. "You would honor me with entrusting me with such fate Dixon." Gosh, when did his eyes learn to liven up like that? Was it because of the weight of the truth to his words or was it a passing mirage dwelling within the fading temptation of a daydream for two? With her own had calling him to rise her guiding finger tips would flout him to match her gaze, as best as height permitted, and the so close she could smell the nervousness from his neck she would coo back to the man and hope that her assumptions were right. "But if you truly mean what you say then prove it to me somehow. Prove to me there is something wrong with you and let me know there's a reason you need me." Full and finely curved lips play a dangerous game that she wasn't sure he knew he had started. He wasn't like the other men saying "marry me here" and "I'll keep you now". He allowed her to find out more about him if she wanted to, and with what he has shown her she very much wanted to know if she had maybe found a like minded individual.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 8:41 am
✺Forgotten Son Outfit EC: 100 So close was she that she could no longer see the count's face,
instead using the sixth sense only privy,
it seems, to the fairer sex to read what loops and acrobatics the man's mind might have been doing. All these sent countenance reeling back into a soft chuckling, a contented smirk drawing up the slack in his jaw so that the sun appeared as a jewel in the young lord's lips.
The poets would call it something of a perfected word. He shook his head.
"Aye, milady." And, pressing his forehead to hers for a brief moment "--but I'll expect the same of you, of course."
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As these fade, so too the sun retreats, unpoised, faulty, tired, to rise again as though none of this had happened; the count cursed himself a little for not making the most of this day just for the fear this simple fact brought him. He knew full well that he could lose everything here when he finally flew away--there was so much to do tomorrow, and perhaps this was the source of all his apprehension at speaking of political matters.
"I'd like to meet with you tomorrow, if that's alright." He gave her hands a squeeze. "We can finally have that talk I promised you under that tent in Zalto." And finally it was time to depart. Dixon, betraying his coolness, splashed crimson flames across the night's dark canvas as he shot off. It would be a terrible lie to say he'd lost any of his swiftness from his days at academy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 8:39 pm
 Year 202
Epsilon Empire of Drosselmeyer
Second Year into the Reign of Emperor Azazel
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