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 Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 7:10 pm
Aric's room was decorated in shades of blues and muted grays, although there was a significant amount of furs everywhere as well. Furs on the floor, furs on the bed, furs hanging on the walls - he was a traditionalist, really, in spite of the fact that he could have decorated it any which way he wanted. And he had, in some respects: a large, ornate bed with bright white sheets, a poster of a framed article of HQ - Horseman Quartely printed out and hung on the wall above a mahogany desk.
Aric flung open the door of his dressing room and came out in a pair of ripped jeans and a bright blue shirt, beaming. He looked starkly at odds with everything else in the room.
"What do you think?" he asked his priestess, beaming at her. "Does this work well? I do not know how to dress, really..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 9:25 pm
Llydia sat, appearing calm even as her heart pounded in her chest, so loud she was sure Aric could hear it even beyond the door to his dressing room. Idly, her fingers toyed with the edges of the furs that were strewn upon his bed, her gaze drawn this way and that to every corner of his room while she waited for him to emerge, not knowing quite what to expect. Though it was not unheard of for a priestess and her guardian to share living quarters (in fact, it was quite common), Llydia still resided in her own room, alone, as felt most proper, when her time wasn't otherwise occupied by her duties at the temple. Being in Aric's home, while not completely foreign to her now, still felt so strange and almost invasive, in a way that she had yet to be comfortable with. After all, their bond was still quite new, still relatively unexplored compared to other guardians and priestesses. A lot of it was still an odd and yet somehow captivating mystery to her, who had chosen Alric as hers out of sheer, out of the blue whim. When he emerged, she jumped, startled to attention from thoughts that had her blushing slightly pink. Eyes widening, eyebrows arching high, she took in her guardians appearance with silent yet obviously somewhat horrified appraisal. "It's...well, you would look good in anything, of course." She flushed slightly deeper, hands now finding their way to her lap, fingers twiddling furiously. "But....it's so human, it doesn't really look like you." She pouted a little eyes still wide, but in more of a pleading way, as if to ask him not to hate her for disliking it. "M-maybe it's the shirt? Could you remove it?" It wasn't until after she asked that she realized what she was asking for. Now she was pretty sure her face couldn't have gotten any redder. kuropeco oh phone posts, I did not miss thee
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 6:30 pm
He was trying not to think too too much about the fact that his priestess was in his room, waiting for him just on the other side of the changing area. Not that Llydia hadn't been in his room before - she was his priestess, after all, and he'd been in her room and she'd been in his. But that was also beside the point when it came to actually being her guardian, because she had her own space, and he wasn't used to having her here. The times before had always been brief - he'd come to pick her up, or she'd come to pick him up, and that was that.
This time she was actually sitting there.
Waiting.
On his bed.
He was definitely not thinking about that.
Aric's smile was a bright, bold one as he stopped in front of Llydia for her appraisal, though his expression was eager, one full of expectation. He still felt a little silly dressing in human-ish clothes; a lot of the Horsemen did these days, but Aric had always been a traditionalist, and it was hard to break away from that.
The you would look good in anything comment had Aric beaming brighter, his cheeks flushing ruddy with pleasure. "Thank you, my lady," he said grandly, and then blinked at her request, head tilted to the side, his long, dark hair cascading over one broad shoulder. A look of confusion was in his eyes.
"Will it look better without a shirt?" Aric asked curiously, and pulled it off over his head, glancing down at himself.
"Is this better?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 6:50 pm
Oh no. Oh no no no no no. What had she done? It was a slip of the tongue, really, words that had come out before she could think about just how very inappropriate it was. It had been a knee jerk reaction to seeing him in something so completely different, and while a great many horsemen were dressing in more human clothing lately, Llydia definitely had a preference, and it was one that leaned strongly towards something much more wild and rugged. What was wrong with furs and leather? Absolutely nothing! But now she had voiced an opinion...well, more of a command, however worded or intoned. He was her guardian, of course he would do what she told him to. But it was wrong, wrong. She had told herself that she wouldn't use him that way, that he would be able to make his own decisions and she would be careful not to demand otherwise. It never really occurred to her that he might have just said no if he was unhappy with any request that she made. But it was too late, now. That confused look he gave her halted any more words before they could spill out, and before she knew it, the shirt was off, and in it's place was a display she could not hope to ever tear her gaze from, and her breath caught in her chest mid inhale as she stared. And stared. And just continued to stare. She had no words.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 6:14 pm
If there was anything that Aric wasn't, it was untrained. Or small. He was a large horseman in stature simply by nature, big boned and strong jawed, but years of training and careful consideration of his physical abilities had left him with a great deal of muscle and strength. He was broad shouldered and wide chested, for certain; and there was no denying the obvious evidence of just how long and hard that Aric had worked. Dark tattoos criscrossed the majority of his upper chest, twined up his neck, and down the entirety of his left arm; twisting roses and sharp toothed vines, along with a curved sword inked down the length of his bicep.
Somewhere there was also a marking that stood for his pledge of loyalty to his priestess, but it was on his back, rather than his chest. Aric stood in his room with his shirt in his hands, looking down at it curiously before he looked up at Llydia again.
She was staring at him.
Aric stared back.
"My lady?" he said questioningly, after a moment, his head tilted to the side as a bemused smile tugged at his lips. "Is everything all right? Are you unwell, perhaps?"
At the thought of his priestess possibly being unwell, Aric hastily moved forward, putting a large hand on Llydia's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"My lady?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 8:30 pm
Snap out of it, Llydia, her brain whispered to her, but how could she even hear that over the quick but steady thud of her heart against her rib cage, or the sudden ringing in her ears that drowned out any words that Aric spoke to her, as her eyes remained fixated on that which she had never allowed herself a chance to gaze upon before. Utter beauty and perfection, chiseled abs, smooth, tattooed skin that gleamed tantalizingly under the dim lighting of the room, muscles that flexed and moved in a way that was hypnotizing as he moved nearer towards her. "Ohhhhh..." She sighed, with a definite note of longing when he drew so near that she could have touched him with just a simple raise of her hand, and she almost did just that, her hand lifting off of her lap, but held just short of toned flesh. How much had she wanted something like this to happen? How many times had a scenario just like this played out again and again in her mind? How many times had she told herself no, when all she wanted was to tell herself yes? SNAP OUT OF IT! It was a roar this time, like a thunder clap, and she flinched back, her hand dropping, her mouth, once held agape, snapping shut as she leaned away. "I...I have to go." She said, blinking large eyes several times as she pulled herself away from that grip on her shoulder. "I have duties to attend to, at the temple, I should not have lingered for so long. The head priestess...." Her voice trailed off, from exclamation to barely a mumble as she pushed herself off of the bed, and headed, with quick and determined steps, towards the exit. This was what was best, what was proper. Aric deserved better than to be treated like her own personal play thing. His body was his, and did not belong to her. She had to fight not to look back to him as she made her sudden and swift exit. She was afraid that if she did, she would stop, and not be able to make herself leave a second time.
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