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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 13, 2010 15:45:12 GMT -5
Kithh knew more than anything that his actions were driving her insane. While he was driving her to the edge with one part of his body, another was soothing her quietly back down from it, or at least from the ledge. The Clan Leader couldn't exactly say he'd been with many women, he wasn't that type of man, but he had been with a few, and was highly experienced in the matters of giving and taking pleasure.
"Fear is hardly my motive. My father is very understanding; I simply can't imagine him being angry with me, at least, not for very long. I am, however, worried about his opinion on the matter of what I...allowed to happen here last night," she answered, when she had the breath to do so.
Finding himself chuckling, he pulled her closer, "Ah, A'maelamin, do you think yourself so powerful that you could have stopped last night? If you have such power, then I ought to bow to you." he murmured in a teasing but loving way. The form of endearment he had used meant simply, "My beloved" in rough translation. He pressed his lips gently against her forehead. "All will be alright. Remember that even if his opinion is...negative, it's already done, and that's all that matters. He'll see reason." he responded, in answer to her fears.
"Regardless of the consequences, we should confront him as soon as possible." she decided, quite suddenly, and with that she was gone from his lap and across the room. Kithh sighed sadly at the loss of her warmth and touch. He got up, his robe only hanging on him from the waist down, and only because of the rope that held it together. His chest was bare. Taking his clothes with a gentle smile, he changed swiftly and then sat on the bed, fingering the basic silk shirt that had been offered to him. It was very fine, obviously not of good quality, but better than most tunics he had seen. It was delicate and smooth to the touch.
Looking up as he heard the bathroom door open, his eyes became gentle as he was met with the radiance of her smile. Getting to his feet, he cupped her neck with one hand and her cheek with the other before kissing her softly. Moving around her after, he quickly washed, redressed, and met her, his damp hair hanging in his eyes. "My lady?" he smiled, asking if she was ready to go.
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Post by Despair on Jan 13, 2010 16:06:54 GMT -5
"All will be alright. Remember that even if his opinion is...negative, it's already done, and that's all that matters. He'll see reason."
Her only response was a quiet, “I certainly hope so,” as she turned her head to watch him go past. The door to the bathroom shut, and she was left to her own devices for a few minutes.
Emaera sighed, taking a seat on the bed that she and Kithh had shared. So much misfortune had turned itself around so abruptly, her head was still spinning. How could it be that this very time the day before, she had been thoroughly lost and frantic--not to mention, later, drenched? It seemed to be so impossible, like some sort of dream. Lost in thought, her fingers stroked the beautiful stone that rested on the chain around her slender neck.
Less than another quarter hour later, Kithh reemerged from the bathroom looking just as drenched as he had when they had first met, only with slightly drier clothing. "My lady?" he asked, the full force of his charm turned upon her. With playfully narrowed eyes she gazed at him down her pretty little nose and raised her chin slightly. “Don’t you try such flattery on me, Sir B'Narign! I’ll thank you to keep your devilish charms to yourself.” Laughter danced in her emerald eyes, though she was struggling to keep her expression and voice serious.
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 13, 2010 16:40:50 GMT -5
Kithh looked down at the small young woman on the bed, and he got blast with a surreal moment. That was the bed they had shared. Shared, and she hadn't left. She was his. He found himself grinning excitedly, as his dark, sultry eyes focused back on the lady in front of him. As her chin rose and her emerald eyes flashed with mirth, he set his mouth in a straight line and looked down at her in fake calm.
"Don't you try such flattery on me, Sir B'Narign! I'll thank you to keep your devilish charms to yourself," she said, attempting to keep a straight face.
Instantly he disappeared and reappeared on the bed beside her, with his arms looped around her face, and his lips inches from hers. "What charms?" he smirked wolfishly, his breath whispering against her own blood-red lips.
ooc// its small. next one will be better. <3
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Post by Despair on Jan 13, 2010 16:59:13 GMT -5
His lips were against hers abruptly, so light he might not have been there. Strong arms looped around her so suddenly she almost struck out by reflex, but caught herself in time. A mixture of mirth and exasperation swirled in her eyes as she looked at him. Her arms were behind her, supporting her as she leaned back, not quite sitting nor laying, but somehow in between.
"What charms?" he whispered.
"Those charms, you arrogant pig," she replied when she could speak again, her voice breathless and stunned. "Preying on innocent women like this...I ought to have you beheaded!" Her shock had proven weak and had lasted only a moment, giving way to a playful, stubborn determination to win at this game he had begun. The threat was hardly frightening, however, due to the smile tugging at her lips and the way her gaze flitted to his mouth every so often.
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 13, 2010 17:32:25 GMT -5
"Those charms, you arrogant pigs. Preying on innocent women like this...I ought to have you beheaded!" she cried, breathlessly, when she at last had enough air to even push those words from her rounded lips. Pulling her so that she was more comfortably resting on his lap, he brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. "Perhaps, but then I couldn't do this." he murmured, his hot breath carressing her neck.
Just as suddenly they were both on their feet, and he was grinning down goofily at her. "I believe we were just about to leave?" he questioned, his eyes dancing with amusement. He could feel her gaze on his mouth, and that only caused his smile to widen. "If my memory serves me, I could swear that you stated we must go to your family with all haste. We ought not to daddle." he chuckled, taking her hand in his own, and carressing it with his thumb as he pulled it to his lips to kiss it lightly.
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Post by Despair on Jan 13, 2010 18:12:13 GMT -5
"If my memory serves me, I could swear that you stated we must go to your family with all haste. We ought not to daddle."
"Who's dawdling?" she responded sassily, shooting him an accusing look. "Surely not I." Stalking over to the door, she slid her feet into her shoes and lead the way out of the hotel, pausing to put a heap of gold coins on the counter of the front desk. The Inn's owner, a trustworthy, good-hearted man, gaped when he saw the coins: it was more than triple the cost of their one-night stay. Favoring him briefly with a warm smile, Emaera was on her way out the door and towards the stables in the time that it took a normal person to make their way down the stairs.
The stablehand saw her approach and nearly dropped all the brushes he was holding in his haste to bow and assist her. "Just a moment, my lady!" he cried, moving too quickly and dropping everything in his frantic scramble. Emaera picked up one of the curry combs that had landed near her feet, unsure of whether she wanted to laugh or be concerned for his health. Roanoke's cheerful whinny as he poked his head out of the stall frightened the boy so badly, all the brushes he had only just finished collecting went sprawling again. He launched into another round of apologies.
"It's quite alright. Here, stop that," the princess finally interrupted him, making his head snap up in shock, his hair a wild mess. "There's no need to drop everything for my sake. I'm certainly capable of saddling my own horse." she told him gently, grabbing Roanoke's bridal and looping it over his head. The stallion snapped at her, big teeth coming an inch away from her skin. His only reward came in the form of a light smack on his nose as Em lead him out and saddled him up, tactfully avoiding each kick and sidestep aimed her way with the thoughtless ease that came with long years of practice.
After she was finished, she turned back around. "There. See? No problem." [/size]
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 13, 2010 18:19:40 GMT -5
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Kithh trotted beside Roanoke with ease, his dark chocolate hair swinging from side to side, as he kept pace beside the stallion. Oh, he was sure he could have ridden with Emaera, but somehow he figured that wouldn't make matters easier when he met her parents. If you were a parent, and your daughter had gone missing, would you want her to return, with a man riding behind her on a horse? No.
He could see the palace in front of him. "It might be a smart idea, for you to tell me your last name before I meet your parents." he chuckled, cutely. Oh, she hadn't actually told him that she was a Princess, but somehow he figured, that she was. With her manners, dress, and beauty, she could be nothing less. They probably had about another quarter of an hour before they arrived at the gates.
Personally, he was straining, with his slightly pointed canine tooth biting into his bottom lip. At the moment he couldn't feel the whirling energy within him, so for the time being, all was well, but he was in the land of vast vegetation and life. His powers could be deadly here, should they suddenly strike up.
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Post by Despair on Jan 13, 2010 18:35:28 GMT -5
Something was on his mind, that much she could tell. He was fighting some inner battle that she knew would take time to unravel, to work from his lips, and that prying would do nothing to help him. And he was in a stubborn mood, too. Emaera, for all her pleading, reasoning, and threatening, couldn't have made the d.amn man ride behind her if she was Lamya Herself.
"It might be a smart idea, for you to tell me your last name before I meet your parents." he had said over five minutes ago, but she had yet to answer; her own way of repaying him for his stubborness.
"Perhaps I sha'nt." Her only response had been half threat, half amusement. "Perhaps I'll let you guess."
They were going through the deepest part of the forest now, the place where she was most at home. Roanoke knew this land as he did his own stall, and maneuvered the trees with the ease that only a horse of his quality could.
Time had been passing surprisingly quickly now; they had less than half an hour's time before they would reach the gates. The silence was overwhelming, making her shift awkwardly in the saddle and cast another glance his way.
"Miya," she finally blurted out. "My sister is Princess Angel Miya, my father King Enya. He says Miya is much too feminine for a King to go by. My mother is Queen Miya unless she asks you to call her otherwise." Her own stress was evident in her voice as the laws and customs of court returned to her. [/size] ((meh next posts will probably be kinda bad 'till we get to the palace lol))
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 15, 2010 15:53:34 GMT -5
Kithh's dark locks fell over the eyes that showed his struggle, and hid the tremor in his jaw as he ground his teeth together in concentration. The silence was too much. It was difficult to stay silent when in the presence of your love, but he needed to focus all of his mind on keeping his powers in check. It just wouldn't do to hurt her parents, and now that he had someone he cared about, he had to be even more careful not to hurt anyone. She had seen the mark on his chest, she knew that he had been Touched for a reason, but she knew nothing of the extent of his powers, especially when he lost control of them.
He heard, more than saw, her anxious shifting in the saddle as she kept glancing over at him worriedly. It seemed either his silence, or his refusal of riding with her had caused her to fret.
"Miya. My sister is Princess Angel Miya, my father King Enya. He says Miya is much too feminine for a King to go by. My mother is Queen Miya unless she asks you to call her otherwise." she blurted finally, strained into talking from the stretching silence. Ah, so she was the Princess. It was a good thing, it was he who was in this situation, another person would either run out of cowardace and fear, or take advantage of the situation.
It was the stress and sound of shackles clasping, theoretically, that got him to swiftly stride over to the horse and slip easily behind her on the saddle, his hands wrapping around her waist. He rest his chin on her shoulder, and leaned his head against hers, tired from keeping his powers in line. He felt it was safe enough right now, he didn't feel the stirring. "I figured as much. It'll be alright, Emaera. Even if you have to be courtly and mannerly around them, in private you will have me, and you will always be free with me, love." he murmured, tenderly into her ear.
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Post by Despair on Jan 15, 2010 18:07:47 GMT -5
Roanoke pranced slightly as he felt Kithh swing up--too gracefully for any two-legger, in his opinion--and settle into the saddle behind his mistress. Pointedly tossing his mane, the war stallion deliberately sidled into a tree, if only to express his displeasure at the added weight. Emaera hit the horse's neck lightly with the flat of her palm, though she was equally startled. Less than five minutes before, it would have taken an avalanche and an explosion to get her lover onto the horse, but now he seemed quite content to ride with his arms around her and his head snuggled against her neck.
"I figured as much. It'll be alright, Emaera. Even if you have to be courtly and mannerly around them, in private you will have me, and you will always be free with me, love."
She was silent for a long moment, her soft whisper of "Pretty words," so quiet even he would have had difficulty catching it. Her tone had held the faintest hint of something akin to bitterness, or perhaps some form of sorrow. The gentle breeze whisked her words away as the trees faded behind them, and Roanoke stepped out of the forest's cover into the courtyard of the Palace.
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Where was she?! It wasn’t unusual for his eldest daughter to run off for a few hours every so often--he could hardly blame her, the poor thing did more studying in a day than he had ever done in his life--but two days and no return? Two?
King Enya was getting worried.
Despite all the Queen’s protests that “Emaera is young, she needs her space”, and “Just give her another hour”, the powerful instinct of all father figures was kicking in, and right then he really just wanted to smash something. Or someone. He was imagining all the nasty men out there, with his little girl so vulnerable… The King slammed his hand down, making all the files on his desk go flying every which way.
So, naturally, when the servant came rushing into the room gasping “the princess has returned”, Enya leaped up so quickly his chair went crashing to the ground and ran out to the courtyard so fast he actually surprised himself.
And then, when he saw the male form sliding out of the saddle behind her, his guard went up. Striding forward, he raised his voice so that she could hear over the distance and the gathering crowd. “Emaera, where have you been? And who might this be?” As he drew closer, he noted the exotic features of her companion, and his eyes widened when he realized that his daughter’s friend was….an elf??? [/size]
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 15, 2010 18:22:48 GMT -5
Kithh sighed by her ear. If she had thought he would miss her words, she was wrong. God-touched, remember? "And true." came his, serious reply. However, he sat back to leave her alone. He was sure that she was wondering what had caused him to finally join her after all her constant pleading had failed, well it was because she was so worried. Kithh couldn't bear her being so agitated, it hurt him. Smiling quietly at Roanoke's own complaint, he moved his leg so that it wouldn't be squished against a tree.
As they entered the palace courtyard, Kithh slid down. At the exact same moment a man, who could only be the King, came rushing out, slowing when he took in Kithh. Bowing his head respectfully, he looked down at the ground. Elves didn't kneel to the Kings and Queens of Ivalia, they looked at them as equals and no more, although they did show respect in their own way. Bowing at his waist in a uniquely elven manor, he straightened after making the polite gesture.
As much as he hated to do it, he knew not how to introduce himself in front of human royalty. The traditions were different for humans than for elves, and he rarely left the woods. Still, he made the elven greeting to the King, which he would know because he had done business with elves before, and would have had to learn.
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Post by Despair on Jan 15, 2010 22:49:55 GMT -5
Enya watched as Kithh made an elegant bow, recognizing the elven greeting and returning it with the ease of long years of practice. His eyes were wary, both a concerned father and King at once. He nodded once at Kithh, then turned back to Emaera. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" he asked, his voice coming out harsher than meant. Emaera flinched slightly, ducking her head, and Enya ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Emaera..." he shook his head, giving up and instead gesturing to Kithh. "Introduce your companion."
"Father, allow me to introduce Kithh B'narign...my..." She hesitated. What was she supposed to say? Lover? Friend? Should she pretend it didn't happen? No. She couldn't. Instead, she forced herself to reach out and take Kithh's hand in her own, turning to him for help. Explaining this to her father was prooving to be incredibly frightening, and her words had failed her.
"Your what?" The King prompted, now looking even more worried.
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 15, 2010 23:17:51 GMT -5
Kithh watched silently, his tawny eyes on the king. He knew that King Enya was highly worried about his daughter, but he looked friendly enough, and he looked like he was a good and loving ruler. He hoped that would help him to see reason, when it came to his own daughter's spontanious act last night.
Father, allow me to introduce Kithh B'narign...my..." he could hear her freezing up, even before she stuttered to a halt, unsure of what to say. Lover was probably the correct term, but it never went over well with parents, as far as he had heard. Looking down in silent, but calm surprise as she grasped his hand, he looked down at her with questioning eyes. He knew not how she wanted to handle this. Closing his eyes for a quick moment, he looked back up at the King. "Lover for lack of a better term." he said softly, after a moment's thought. There really was no non-threatening way to say it. His muscles tensed, preparing to either get in the way of an angry father going at his daughter, or to absorb the blows that were aimed at him.
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Post by Despair on Jan 16, 2010 13:58:50 GMT -5
"Lover for lack of a better term." Kithh finished her sentence for her, and Emaera held her breath as she turned back to look at her father. It was impossible to determine, by Enya’s expression, how he felt about this sudden development. His jaw clenched slightly, azure eyes narrowing, as he again looked over Kithh and then his daughter. There was a long, tense moment of silence where he stared at the couple and the couple stared back. Finally, Enya spoke.
“I can see this is something better discussed in private. Come, let us go to my study.” He turned and began to lead them to the study.
Emaera had a personal bias against her father’s study. It was the place the King went and spent his time in only under certain circumstances: when he was angry, sad, worried, or just had a lot of paperwork he couldn’t convince other people to do for him (such as Emaera).
King Enya took a seat in the chair behind the desk, motioning them to the two seat in front of it. When they had taken a seat, he leaned forward and rested his chin on his folded hands, studying them.
“Where did you go? I thought you were headed to that ridiculous party.” he asked after a moment. Emaera hurried to answer, relieved that he didn’t sound angry. “I was, father…but my mare was unavailable, so I had to take Roanoke, and you know how he is. Your accursed horse took off, and by the time I could get him under control, I was lost. Oh, and then it began to storm.” She paused, then went on. “I ended up in Ermete, which is where I met Kithh…and, well…”
Enya stood up and began pacing, glaring at the floor as if it had done him a personal insult. “I suppose I can assume that he accompanied you home for more than…love’s sake?” ]/color] He turned to address Kithh. Do you--or, rather, will you have an obligation to my daughter in the future?”
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 16, 2010 14:14:32 GMT -5
"I can see this is something better discussed in private. Come, let us go to my study."
Kithh pursed his lips as he followed. This was not helping his situation. Should he feel his powers start to lose it, he could seriously harm people inside. However, he couldn't easily say no to the King of Mitya. As Kithh took a seat in front of the King with Emaera at his side, he kept his face strictly non-threatening.
The Elven Clan Leader hoped that he could trust that the King would stay level-minded about this, and so far, that judgement seemed true. Feeling a slight movement in his chest, he clasped a metal band around his wrist, a gift he had been given that would still his powers for up to an hour, should he need it to behave for a certain reason at a certain point.
Looking directly into the King's eyes as he turned to him, Kithh remained calm. "Do you--or, rather, will you have an obligation to my daughter in the future?" He had always hated that question. It had so many possible meanings and answers. It could be asking if he thought they were going to have a child, if they were to get married, or any number of things. Elves were more direct in their questioning, so hopefully if he answered the wrong question, the King would understand. "I apologize, but I am not quite sure what you mean by that question, Your Majesty. I do not plan on leaving, if that answers your question." Kithh answered after a moment.
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