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Post by Tiire on Jun 7, 2004 18:03:59 GMT -5
Tiire walked into the room casually, not bothered by the stares she received by the others in the castle when they saw her glimmering purple-black spider armor.
She wondered what Silas thought of her open display of her heritage. She didnt really care though. It was her body and she could flaunt it around wearing anything she liked.
as soon as she entered her room, she tossed the cloak silas had leant her (she had been carrying it) on a chair and took off the hard skale-like armor. Reaveling that she wore loose light-blue silk underneath.
The silk was cut so that it was more comfortable to wear the armor, it was thin and flexible, with no sleeves and the pants where cut like breeches.
"There. Better. That armor was quite stuffy, but I always feel so vulnerable when Im not wearing it."
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 6:41:05 GMT -5
As they entered her room, Silas could but sigh. What had happened to the Tiire he'd first met? The one that had been so shy and quiet-- hesitant to share the truth of her lineage with him. This battle had brought about severe changes in her. But could his love for her ever eb? Of course not... This was just one more truth he'd have to get used to, and love her no less for. It was like the truth of her past with her brother. It was not her fault she'd changed, nor could she help her past.
He massaged his temples for a moment, closing his eyes. Oh, but why did the woman have to change quite so much!? This whole thing was absolutely insane. But again-- how could he help but love her? She was marvelous in mind and spirit. The hidden intellect she seemed to hold, and how wild her spirit was seemed to reel him in. And that included with every change she made.
"Dinner will start soon... Would you like to go? or should I get some food so we... or you, if you prefer to eat alone, can eat privately?" It was obvious he'd rather be with her, whether they went to dinner in the dining halls or remained alone. The previous anger seemed to have ebbed completely, and only weariness remained.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 8, 2004 17:30:58 GMT -5
"Silas..."
She suddenly showed how tired she really felt. But that spark in her eye, that hidden spirit of wild abandon didnt leave.
"I have dreamed every night of my leave of you, Ill not have you walk out on me now."
She smiled, walked up to him and held him tight. Her embrace was relaxed, her body molded to his perfectly as she held him.
"I love you more than life itself."
her tone was serious, but she added with a tinge of shy humor,
"Even so, that wont stop me from my dinner... could you have ours sent up to my room here? I dont feel like having to dress to impress when all I want is food."
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 17:52:35 GMT -5
When her body melded so perfectly with his, he sighed once more, wrapping his arms about her. His breath fell across her cheek gently before his lips brushed gently across the same place.
The emotion was evident-- it could not be missed in that gentle caress. But he pulled away a moment later, pushing her back as he grasped her hands. It was obvious he planned not to leave for long.
"I'll find a servant to fetch the food," he said softly, turning again.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 8, 2004 18:09:47 GMT -5
"Alright... thank-you."
She said, a little perterbed he would pull away so soon. But Tiire shrugged it off nonchalently. She herself, though a sensual creature, somtimes prefured her own space.
Silently the beauty half-breed lay down on the bed, wincing as her back hit the soft material. her muscles where tense and she was a little bruised in some places.
Tiired sighed softly, a hand reaching bback to massage the muscles in her neck. She loved Silas dearly, and hoped he understood her need for open spaces and adventure.
and maybe in time he woud undderstand her flare for battle... and a certain trait she had assumed from her drowish hertiage. The thrill of spilling blood, pure chaos and destruction.
She hated it and loved it, fighting was a passion, somthing she needed to do or shed blow to peices. But... she hated destroying life, at the same time reveling in ultimate amazment and curiosity as she watched the life slowly drain from a creatures eyes.
Shuddering softly at this unwelcome thought, Tiire closed her eyes.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 18:18:33 GMT -5
Silas had, in the meantime, exited the room, and trotted swiftly down the hall.
It was but a few minutes before he returned, smiling slightly towards her, almost sadly-- as if he knew her thoughts. He too liked a bit of open air every now and then. He too loved the solutude of being alone every now and then. And he too had the rushes of ecstacy as he spilled blood. But his, of course, was only during that bloodwrath that came rather rarely.
Sitting down on the bed beside her, he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Here... Roll over. I'll do it. I can imagine the bruises you may have. No matter how sheltered you seem to think I am, I know the pains of battle, and I know that you're lucky to come back as uninjured as you are."
There was a bit of joking in his manner of speaking, and his gentle smile remained as he pulled her hand out of the way and replaced it with his on her neck. A motion of his head reiterated that he wished her to turn over and allow him to massage her back and neck for her.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 8, 2004 18:22:21 GMT -5
"Oh, your a god! thank-you..." She immeadiatly rolled over, her face watching his and a smile on her full lips. (lol) "Im sorry if I seem... changed. I wasnt really myself when we met..." Her voice was soft, murmured and apologetic.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 18:29:33 GMT -5
He seemed rather taken aback at first by her words. After all, he was monotheistic. But he ignored it, and nodded with her next words.
"It's alright, Tiire..." he began softly, gazing down at her as he kneaded at her back with his hands.
After a few moments, the servant he'd run into entered without knocking, placed a tray loaded with food on the table, nodded, and disappeared again.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 8, 2004 18:42:13 GMT -5
she moaned softly as he massaged her back, smile broadening at the smell of the food on the table. She ignored the sweet-smelling food though, concentrated purley on the deft fingers working their way along her back.
Her eyes opened and she reached up a hand to stroke his other arm, the closest thing in reach.
"Your amazing you know that?"
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 18:47:01 GMT -5
He snorted in caustic humour, shaking his head with that odd smile.
"But of course," he replied in the same humour, shrugging.
After a moment more, he stood, taking the hand that was resting on his arm and squeezing it gently. "Come on... you need to eat, and so do I. We've fruit, bread, and meat... The works. And they were kind enough to find a skin of red wine for us."
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Post by Tiire on Jun 8, 2004 18:51:26 GMT -5
"Wine?"
She choked on a sudden burst of laughter, a short, barked "hah!" and then sat up, using a hand to rub at her neck.
"I forgot... elves only drink wine. even drow elves only drink it to, mind you, but Ive lived in the company of humans for so long, and I never really did like the stuff that... well... Im more of a rum, beer, and vodca kinda girl."
She got up and walked over to the food, placing a hunk of meat, a pear, two figgs, and a vine of grapes onto her plate before sitting down on the bed once more.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 18:56:22 GMT -5
"Only wine?" he asked with a lift of his brow, that same caustic humour remaining. "You should see Dima with his rum and stuffs. As a matter of fact, Elvish rum is a fine treat here, if you'd like."
With that, he dashed to the door, and gave a call down the hall to the servant again, who turned. "Rum... Avalbane's brew, preferably, not that fool human stuff. It's no good... I don't care that it's not a celebration night, retrieve it please!... Oh come now, the lady wants her rum, and you'll bring it before I get angry with you!"
Finally shaking his head, he turned back in with a roll of his eyes. "He'll bring a small bit of it. And some human brew of the rum."
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Post by Tiire on Jun 8, 2004 19:00:14 GMT -5
"Alright."
She blinked, looking at him quizically,
"If I told you it would make me happy if you came over here and gave me a real, convincing kiss, what would you do?"
Tiire placed her empty plate ( she had wolfed it all down when he was gone... roughly under the span of three minutes) and placed her hands on her shapley hips.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 19:12:35 GMT -5
"It would depend greatly on if you meant it or not," he replied as he closed the door, stepping a bit towards her, then mocking her position, fists on hips, a brow lifted.
"So... If you said that you wanted a 'real, convincing kiss', as you say... Would you mean it?"
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Post by Tiire on Jun 8, 2004 19:14:34 GMT -5
"Of course. And I do. Right here, right now. Get your elvish arse over here!"
She grinned, eyes twinkling with a mischevious light to them.
"Perhaps Ill have to drag you...?"
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2004 19:22:29 GMT -5
"Perhaps you might have to drag me... at a different time," he replied, still with that same caustic humour that seemed would remain trademark to him for the time being.
But he suddenly stepped towards her, pulled her into him, and locked his lips firmly over hers. Again, their bodies seemed to meld together as he pulled her close, nearly dragging her to him. But the touch became firm, yet gentle after she was pressed against him.
He pulled back just long enough after a moment to gaze into her eyes.
"Real enough for you?"
But just as he was done with the words, he delved back into her, lips pressed over hers, making speech impossible.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 10, 2004 21:02:44 GMT -5
Tiire pressed herself closer, chuckling softly as she kissed him deeply. This was the Silas she had missed. This little spark he showed now and then.
"Very real.."
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Post by Elladan on Jun 11, 2004 9:42:53 GMT -5
Erados walked out of his chambers and into the hall. He had not yet eaten, but he wasn't hungry anyways. He didn't even feel like joining his friends and family for dinner... Well, it's not like they would miss him greatly. He was just a bore to them and his father related to Dima better.
"Hello, sir, and how are you fairing this evening?" Erados turned around slowly, not surprised to see another servant running errands. He was, however, surprised by the bit of Avalbane's rum that he carried.
"Not greatly, but I'm fine. What is this that you carry? Rum? For whom?" The servant nodded in the direction of the door across the hall.
"He said he'd have it out with me if I didn't get some of Avalbane's finest brew for his lady... He wasn't very considerate at all. Well, I can't blame him. He and his lady are in love. Love does strange things, and they are young and seemingly new at it," the servants eyes had drifted to the floor. He sighed heavily and continued, " I only wish... that she had lived to wed me. Why do they kill, Erados? They staked more than one heart that night. A piece of me died with her..."
Silence followed
"You miss her dearly... She died bravely, you know? Here, let me take this rum for you. I give you my seat in the dining hall tonight. Remember, Lord Aricin also lost his lady. You can speak with him after dinner."
The servant's eyes grew wide. Erados lifted the tray into his own hands, and in silent thanks the servant departed.
Erados shook his head slightly as the other left.
"Poor fellow," he thought, then sighed. Well, he should probably get to his new duty.
Erados brought his hand up to the chamber door and knocked lightly. He leant against the frame and patiently stared down at his boots, awing the intricate designs engraved in the leather.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 12:04:29 GMT -5
Having faintly heard the conversation out in the hall (one might forget that the elves' ears are good ones), Silas had made a vain attempt at ignoring it. But when the knock came on the door, he pulled away from Tiire and rolled his eyes.
"Your fault now... Don't blame me. You're the one that wished the rum."
His voice, though, was more teasing than angry or anything else along the lines. He grinned slightly in a sly manner, opening the door (He'd been backing towards it since he pulled away from her).
He opened the door slowly, and turned as he did so-- only to have his eyes widen in surprise. Sure, it wasn't rare to see Erados around the citadel-- but it was very rare to see Erados bringing you your rum when you asked it of a servant.
"Er-- Erados? 'Tis... Nice to see you this evening... But why are you here?"
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Post by Elladan on Jun 11, 2004 12:34:20 GMT -5
Erados straightened, giving a slight smile and raising one brow. "Why am I here? I'm here to give you rum. That is what you asked for the lady, isn't it? And it is, after all, Avalbane's brew, taken from a fine barrel in the storing houses. Should not the lord or his son know of it? Yes, yes, each amount counts. You must know how much you need to make." His eyes remained kind throughout his whole lecture.
"In truth, though, I am here because I gave up my seat. I find no sense in wearing fine raiment to a dinner I am not going to eat at. I'm not vital to the event, unlike my father, and nor does my father need me there. Dima can satisfy his conversation just as well. So, here I am in your servant's stead giving you the rum that you ordered. Is there anything else you would like m'lord? m'lady?"
Erados extended the tray of rum.
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