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Post by Despair on Dec 21, 2009 18:38:01 GMT -5
"You have nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone fears something, and your fears sound more reasonable than most. Plus, it is loud."
She lifted her head the tiniest bit to look at him, eyes widened in surprise. Her gaze softened after a moment; he was so sweet. Never once before had anyone made her feel good about this; it had always been a painful reminder to her of her parents' deaths and how she'd never be free of it.
Emaera leaned forward, emboldened by his words. Even if she had only known him for a short time, something powerful drew her to him like a moth to a flame. Her hand slid to the side of his face, caressing and tracing his features with her index finger as she gazed into his eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts. “Kithh B'Narign,” she began, hesitating. As if some greater force reached down in reassurance, she felt her confidence well again. ”I’m going to kiss you.”
And she did. Pressing her lips to his, cautiously at first, she waited to see his reaction. She took his lower lip between hers gently, praying and hoping that her affections would be returned. [/size]
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Post by {K}itsune on Dec 21, 2009 18:59:11 GMT -5
ooc// i bet you had to look his last name up, lol
bic// Kithh held his head slightly bowed so that he was ready to meet her eyes, if she should look up. When she did, his smile widened a bit, and his eyes smouldered. As her gaze softened, his smile softened, happy that he seemed to have done something to make her happier. Hopefully he had made the memory less painful for her.
Then she was leaning towards him, and her eyes hardened with resolution. It was like someone had replaced her, and she was suddenly very confident in herself. Kithh couldn't find it in himself to be disappointed by the change. In fact, it was nice to have her "taking the lead" this time around. It had been really hard for him to kiss her that first time, at least until he had thrown aside his manners and just done it.
"Kithh B'Narign, I'm going to kiss you." she announced, suddenly. Her eyes latched onto his again, trying to decide whether or not he would be okay with this, or not. He grinned a bit. He'd be perfectly fine with that.
Seconds later her lips were pressed against his, and she was pulling on his lower lip with hers. Shivers raced down his back once more, and his arms wrapped around her, surrounding her with the strength of his arms.
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Post by Despair on Dec 21, 2009 21:47:18 GMT -5
*Time Skip* ~~~The Next Morning~~~
She woke to the comfort of his arms around her, lending more warmth than the blanket draped over them ever could.
The morning’s golden light drifted in from between the warped wood of the shutters on the window, illuminating her emerald orbs to an alluring viridian as they fluttered open in a flurry of long, dark lashes. Princess Emaera found herself nose-to-nose with the man she had just spent the best night of her life with; Kithh B’Narign. From the angle her head was at, she was unable to tell if his stunning, tawny eyes were open or not, and she was loathe to move, for fear that it would break the spell that seemed to have been cast upon them. Would it shatter? Would he wake and leave forever? Of course, the fear was irrational, but she felt it nonetheless. She had no way of being certain that Kithh was not the kind of man to abandon a woman he had just slept with…at least until he knew that there was no need for anxiety of, well, future obligations. Children.
She turned her head slowly, holding her breath in case she woke him with noise or movement, and studied his features. Kithh’s child…why did she feel no horror or worry at the thought? It was almost pleasant, imagining that sort of future with him…if he’d have it, of course.
There was a soft knock at the door, and a pretty brunette poked her head in. Seeing that Emaera was indeed awake, she spoke softly. “Ma wanted to see if you two wanted any breakfast,” she explained.
Emaera hesitated, then nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you bring it up? I’m afraid I might wake him.” she asked apologetically. The girl winked and nodded, slipping back out the door as Emaera snuggled back down. [/size] ((sorry, I know I’m not very good at timeskips))
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Post by {K}itsune on Dec 21, 2009 22:02:00 GMT -5
ooc// i wonder, have you looked up We the Kings yet with all my obnoxious babbling about them? XD
bic// Emerald - the color that had been present throughout his dreams that night, and the color that he hoped would be present for the rest of his life. It just so happened to be the name of the person he wanted to stick around, Emaera. He felt it as she woke, the sudden intake of breath as she was roused to the world. He kept his eyes closed, deciding that he wanted to discover from her body language how she was feeling about last night before he let her know he was awake as well. She didn't move away from him, and her body stayed relaxed and partially on top of his chest. Emaera didn't regret it at all. That was good, neither did he.
He could, however, tell that she was anxious. Perhaps she thought he would try to leave, well he'd just have to alieveate that fear. As he heard the knock on the door, he kept his body limp, as if he was still asleep. Emaera didn't even jump, although they were in a bed together, still undressed.
When the innkeeper's daughter went away, his arm sneaked around her waist and wrapped around it, pulling her back against his chest. He opened his tawny eyes, and smiled when his eyes met vivid green. "Good morning." he murmured, his voice smooth and delicious.
ooc// ahhhh delicious. i love that word XD
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Post by Despair on Dec 22, 2009 11:18:40 GMT -5
((mmm…me too XD. And yes, I love WTK, especially Check Yes Juliet! You got me to check out their other songs though)) She felt his arm snake around her waist and pull her tight against his muscled torso. All tension melted from her body as she understood the movement’s deeper meaning; no regrets. But would he stay? No, she wouldn’t think of it now. Wriggling around to face him, she placed her palms on the sides of his face and lightly brushed her lips against his in greeting.
“Good morning.” he murmured.
“Did I wake you?” she asked softly, searching his eyes with her own as a shiver ran down her spine. His voice was low, but had a certain lightness to it that dispelled all fear and invoked trust. “I asked the innkeeper’s daughter to bring up breakfast…Unless you want to go down?” She was loathe to leave the comfort of his arms for even a moment. [/size]
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Post by {K}itsune on Dec 22, 2009 12:07:37 GMT -5
ooc// yay! glad i made a bigger fan out of you the pic of me that was posted in the member area was me with them. best day of my life...EVER.
bic// It was a completely seeable thing when he saw the tension slip from her body. It seemed he'd done the right thing, yet again. The gods were on his side, it appeared. Thank goodness. Blinking quickly as she turned to face him, he smiled softly as he felt her hands on his cheeks and her lips brush his in greeting. His hand slunk around her neck, to pull her closer so that their foreheads were pressing together.
"Did I wake you? I asked the innkeeper's daughter to bring up breakfast...Unless youw ant to go down?"
Kithh's smile widened. "No, I was already awake, and I am perfectly fine where I am. I would hate to have to move, I am quite comfortable." he murmured, his breath carressing her cheek. Almost as if he could read her mind, his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her pressed close to him comfortably.
Kithh knew that he had questions for her, but the main one that was nagging at him mind right now was what was her last name. He wouldn't ask because she obviously had a reason for not telling a stranger, but perhaps when she felt more comfortable - if that was possible - around him, she would divulge her secret.
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Post by Despair on Dec 22, 2009 12:39:10 GMT -5
"No, I was already awake, and I am perfectly fine where I am. I would hate to have to move, I am quite comfortable."
She nodded in agreement. "As am I..."
A long silence stretched between them, only broken when Emaera lifted her head and wrinkled her nose thoughtfully. "I smell....eggs." she spoke slowly, her eyes rolling up as she tried to determine the other scents. "What is that? Coffee? Oh, thank heavens."
A moment later, the door opened, and the innkeeper's wife and daughter entered. The older, plump, woman held a tray of steaming food, while her daughter--the pretty brunette--held robes for them to wear until they chose to get dressed.
Emaera took the one she offered with a smile, pulling it on and sitting up to recieve the tray gratefully. "This smells delicious." she said appreciatively. "Thank you so much."
The two girls nodded and smiled, winking knowingly before leaving. Emaera felt herself blush slightly, but shrugged it off, shifting so the tray was on both their laps so they could both reach it with ease.
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Post by {K}itsune on Dec 22, 2009 22:36:54 GMT -5
"As am I..."
Kithh found himself smirking just a little bit. Oh, yes, he was quite sure she was comfortable. She was, afterall, lying partially on top of him. Then she went on to comment on the breakfast that she could smell as it was being carried up the steps to their room. Kithh's eyes swept past the older lady and landed on the daughter, who was carting robes. He smiled appreciatively at her. He wasn't quite ready to get dressed as of yet, but it would be nice to have the robe to toss on.
Chuckling under his breath as he saw Emaera blushing at their knowing glances, he pulled the robe that was offered him over his broad shoulders, and tied it loosely around his waist. Settling by her side, their legs were touching each other so that the tray could balance somewhat precariously on both of them, so that it was within both of their grasps.
Taking the container of coffee, he poured two cups, one for himself, and one for her and handed it to her with a small smile before taking a sip of his own. It was just what he needed. He hadn't realized how exhausted he was. "I don't plan on leaving by the way." he said nonchalantly as he took another sip of his coffee.
ooc// sorry, i was rushing. im suppose to be in bed. >< im going to my relatives, so i don't think ill be on much in the next two weeks, could you look after things for me while I'm gone? you and chelsea (should she get on) will be in charge while I go away and you can temp. accept things until i get back. <3 please and thank you. [/size]
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Post by Despair on Dec 29, 2009 15:33:27 GMT -5
((No problem, Kit. I'll make sure you return to find the site intact haha lol)) Emaera accepted the mug gratefully, breathing in the rich, creamy scent of the caffienated drink. Ah, the wonders of coffee; swift reprieve from drowsiness, heightened reflexes, and the insane urge to bounce around laughing hysterically. It was a fairly good thing that she was less impulsive than most.
"I don't plan on leaving by the way." he announced suddenly.
Emaera choked on her coffee, managing to swallow it after a brief second of panic. Coughing, she turned her head to look up at him, eyes watering from the sting of hot liquid nearly entering her lungs. "Heavens, Kithh! Are you trying to kill me? I mean, I'm certainly glad that you've enough honor to stay, but announcing it so suddenly nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Of course, her surprise may have seemed out of place; but when her strict, mannerly lifestyle was taken into consideration, it was hardly a shock that bringing up such delicate matters so boldly may have caused her to, well, choke on her coffee. In the court, such matters were disguised in subtle words, euphemisms and versimillitudes, careful implications and riddles; never so outspoken! It was a relief, without a doubt, but it took her a moment to recover.
"My apologies," she finally murmured after carefully setting down her coffee cup, lest she spill the hot beverage onto one of them. "In most company, I am unaccustomed to adressing such...delicate matters so...outwardly. The riddles of court, and whatnot."
As soon as the explanation left her mouth, realization struck her. Her emerald orbs flew to his handsome visage, waiting to see his reaction upon confirming that she was, indeed, of noble blood. Would he run, for fear of her family's anger? Or simply to avoid possibly being forced into a commitment he wasn't prepared to make, even? The elven girl held her breath, teeth worrying her lower lip as she awaited his response. [/size]
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 4, 2010 19:18:56 GMT -5
As he was taking a sip of the slightly over powering drink Emaera was suddenly choking on her coffee, and his tawny eyes turned to her calmly, knowing she'd be alright in a minute. Kithh was perceptive enough to realize that it probably his words that had caused her to react in such a way, and he felt rightfully shamed. Personally, he thought there was nothing wrong with discussing such matters. They were in private, and it was a matter that had to be said, it wasn't something that Kithh felt needed to be skirted around as if it were some rare disease. However, he probably should have expected that a lady would have different views on certain subjects than himself, especially since he had little experience with women, as he's mostly a loner, although he does well with people when he's thrust into situations where he needed to be. Plus, elves were normally more frank about things than humans, so it was obvious she'd been around humans more often than her own kind.
Kithh found himself waiting patiently for her to regain her breath before she cried, "Heavens, Kithh! Are you trying to kill me? I mean, I'm certainly glad that you've enough honor to stay, but announcing it so suddenly nearly gave me a heart attack!" When she finished he pursed his lips and bowed his head for a moment, allowing it although two parts rubbed him the wrong way. Obviously he was not out to "kill her" and what did she mean by enough "honor" to stay? Of course he would stay, he had a feeling he'd want to be with her for a long time, but if he hadn't had that feeling he wouldn't have forced himself to stay with her, it's not a matter of honor, it's a matter of the gods.
"My apologies. In most company, I am unaccustomed to addressing such...delicate matters so...outwardly. The riddles of court, and whatnot."
Instantly, Kithh's head snapped up and he looked up at her curiously, not angrily, just with a huge amount of curiousity. He was met with two sights, one with her worrying her teeth, and the other her eyes watching him fearfully. As he was thinking he lifted his hand to her cheek to force her to stop worrying. "Noble blood, eh? The gods seem to like me more than I thought." he murmured. With that his free hand lifted to his face, and he brushed his dark hair from his forehead so she first see the universal elven symbol for pure-blood on a male, the scarrab beatle, then he shrugged out of the top of his robe. His muscled body quickly came back into view, and no one could deny the pure strength that was just under his skin. On top, there was a black dragon twining from his right front hip around his back to the head coming over his shoulder, ending with its tongue flicking out to touch it. This was the symbol that all elves recognized as power given straight from the gods. He was heaven touched. Then on his cheek was the symbol for power in his own clan.
The fact that he was not only a pure-blood but in favor of the gods, made most of his kind respect and fear him, it would certainly make her being of nobel-birth alright. No matter who her parents were, they would be able to see he was worthy enough.
"I apologize if my outwardness offended you, my clan is use to being direct. I am not planning on running off, whatever the case may be, and you can be assured that you can entrust anything to me." he said softly, smiling up at her, as his thumb massaged her cheek.
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Post by Despair on Jan 11, 2010 21:54:04 GMT -5
"Noble blood, eh? The gods seem to like me more than I thought."
There was no time for her to wonder at his words, because at that moment he reached up and brushed his hair from his forehead. There, at the center of his brow, was an ornate and intricate marking upon the skin in the form of a sacred beetle.
It was at times like this one that she loathed her lack of knowledge of her own culture. Loosing her parents at six had not allowed her much time to grow accustomed, nor did all the time spent in Mitya. The marking obviously meant something important, but she was unable to recall exactly what.
Then he began pulling away his robe, and the Princess was able to recall--despite the distraction his defined muscles offered--the twisting, winding symbol running along his body. The connection was made abruptly as her breath caught, eyes widening as she gazed at the ebonite dragon. God-touched. Angel-blessed. Fate-Caught. There were all sorts of ways to put it, but the meaning was clear.
“How did I miss that?” she breathed, her voice wavering between laughter and shock.
"I apologize if my outwardness offended you, my clan is use to being direct. I am not planning on running off, whatever the case may be, and you can be assured that you can entrust anything to me."
Her emerald eyes slid shut as his fingers smoothed over her face, caressing her sensitive skin. Her head tilted towards his hand in an almost cat-like movement, momentarily side-tracked by the welcome distraction.
“It would take a great deal more than that to offend me, Kithh. However, I’m afraid it takes little to startle me.” she admitted after a long moment, eyes partially opening to look at him in hazy contentment.
((lol I cant wait for him to meet the King XD ))
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 11, 2010 22:19:44 GMT -5
By the look on her face, Kithh realized that she knew little about the elven culture, so he explained his tattoes to her. Touching the scarab beatle with his forefinger, he murmured, "This stands for a pure-blood". Then his fingers moved to his cheek, "This for power." Finally his hand pressed against his chest. "I can see you remember what this means, god-touched." he finished.
Her eyes remained fixated on his chest, as he moved his hand away. Perhaps it was the tattoo, or perhaps it was just how defined his muscles were. "You were otherwise pre-occupied." he chuckled, lightly. As her cheek pressed into his hand, he pulled her back into his arms, tucking her against his now bare chest.
"It would take a great deal more than that to offend me, Kithh. However, I'm afraid it takes little to startle me," she murmured, as she stared up at him contently.
Kithh smiled softly down at her. "Yes, I can see that. So, as you see, nobility does not scare me off in any way." he added. 'We are a good match, you and I,' he thought within himself.
ooc// eh, mines bad. i can't wait either
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Post by Despair on Jan 11, 2010 22:35:58 GMT -5
She was quiet as he explained the markings, satisfied with watching his lips move as he spoke and feeling his warm skin beneath her fingers. The information took only a moment to absorb as she committed it to memory.
"You were otherwise pre-occupied." he laughed. She stuck her tongue out at him, snuggling closer when he wrapped his strong arms around her. “That’s one way to say it,” she agreed. His heartbeat thundered against her ear, a low, relaxed rumble that had lulled her to sleep the night before. “I like being preoccupied.” she teased, leaning up to run her lips along his neck lightly.
"Yes, I can see that. So, as you see, nobility does not scare me off in any way."
“It should…my father is probably tearing up the castle stone by stone in his over-dramatic attempt to find me.” She mumbled, imagining the scene all too clearly. “But what will you do, Kithh? Are you going to travel home with me, or am I to accompany you?”
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Post by {K}itsune on Jan 12, 2010 15:26:49 GMT -5
As he was explaining part of the elven culture to her, he could feel her soft fingers tracing the planes of his hard chest, and he inhaled deeply, keeping himself calm. Kithh could feel her emerald eyes focused on his lips, and he grinned a bit. He would tease her about paying attention, but he knew she was listening and absorbing everything he said.
Smirking cutely as her tongue darted out toward him, Kithh's eyes flashing mischeviously, thinking of all the things he could do to that tongue. "You may want to be careful where you show that." he hinted, lightly, eyes darkening. Tightening his hold on her as she moved in closer against his barely clad form, his heart beat against his ribcage, enjoying her proximity to him.
"I like being preoccupied," was her saucy reply. (i love that word) Growling low in his throat, in a breath-takingly sexy way, as her lips moved against them, he moved her so she was sitting on his lap, the tray pushed onto the bedside table.
"It should..my father is probably tearing up the castle stone by stone in his over-dramatic attempt to find me, but what will you do, Kithh? Are you going to travel home with me, or am I to accompany you?"
"I am not afraid of your father. His anxiety and anger won't be long lived once he sees you are safe and sound." Kithh responded, confidently, as one of his hands stroked her long, dark hair. "I, of course, will accompany back to your home, as is only proper." he murmured.
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Post by Despair on Jan 12, 2010 19:04:54 GMT -5
"You may want to be careful where you show that." he warned her.
Emaera’s breath hitched as she was pulled onto his lap, straddling his hips with their nether regions being pressed together. He growled, low, into her ear, making her pulse race as she pressed closer. In contrast to the movements that were making her heart flutter, head spin, and skin tingle, his hands moved soothingly through her hair.
"I am not afraid of your father. His anxiety and anger won't be long lived once he sees you are safe and sound. I, of course, will accompany back to your home, as is only proper."
“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 replied softly.
There was no regret, honestly. She knew that, given the opportunity to change what had happened, she would have given herself to him all over again. The difficulty lay in the consequences of their actions. Would her father be angry? Would her mother? Or would they be disappointed? Anger would be easier to bear.
“Regardless of the consequences, we should confront him as soon as possible.” she decided, reluctantly sliding off his lap and searching around for her clothes. Much to her surprise, a spare set of clothes for both of them lay, folded, by the fireplace. She offered his set to him after pulling her own on, gathering up the articles of their clothes that was scattered across the room. The extra set was simple, but made with talent. Going into the bathroom, she cleaned up swiftly and emerged a few minutes later, favoring him with a warm smile.
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