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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 13:01:33 GMT -5
An eye roll again, then Silas managed a somewhat sarcastic smile. He was about to speak just as another voice entered the conversation.
"Actually, I did not plan on dinner tonight, either, my friend. But Aricin shall be fine with no specific person to talk to. The other citizens will give him enough conversation. I was on my way over here as I heard Tiire was back in... But as Silas is with her, I suppose I shall leave the two little... lovebirds... alone."
"Well, I see you're back, Dima... And You've really got no room to talk, seeing your position with Akila." Silas grinned slyly as Dima grimaced, then turned on his heel and disappeared around a corner. "Oh, come now Yvis... You know I was joking..." he called after the elf that he resembled so closely. He then shrugged and sighed. "But he is very conscious about the lady Akila..."
He then turned suddenly back to Erados.
"If you, kind friend, would look closely at the bottles, you would find that it is not all Avalbane's brew anyway. One bottle is Elvish, the other of Human brew. And you cannot deny the fact that there was an excess brewed this past season. I know of it... so do most others."
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Post by Elladan on Jun 11, 2004 13:25:15 GMT -5
I already knew of this and, yes there was, but nonetheless we should keep up with it. Anything else?" Erados waited, having nothing else to do and wondering why Dima had showed up.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 11, 2004 17:21:41 GMT -5
Laughter was heard from inside the room. Tiire, scantly dressed in her short-cropped shirt and blue silk pants walked up to the chatting elves.
Her dusky-skin highlighted that beautiful silver hair, and molten platinum eyes twinkled when she saw who had brought the drink.
"Hello there. I heard your words about dinner down there."
she smiled, her ears where particularly sensitive, as drows where. Scince drow elves lived so far underground, and their tendancies where so trecherous, they developed far supirior hearing to that of most beings.
"I never did see the point in taking an hour to dress up all pretty just to get some food in your gullet. How have you been?"
as she spoke her hands idly fiddled with the rim of Silas' shirt, a finger or two boldly grazing the skin of his lower abdomin. But her voice was calm, convorsational, and not at all embarrased.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 17:54:53 GMT -5
Possibly the only thing that may have given her away was Silas' expression. He turned an ever so slightly darker shade, and his eyes rolled to the side in a shifty expression to take in Tiire's. Innocent as usual. And trust Tiire to do something like that. That was the kind of behavior you recieved from a human woman when she had just strewn on a few clothes after being 'in bed' with a man, or when she planned to be so. He'd been in the human realms enough times to know that. At least that was his steryotype of women. Of course, Tiire was anything but the average woman, and she certainly was not the average human woman.
He managed to turn his head all the way to her without losing it too much. He also seemed not to have heard any of her words, else he may have waited for the other elf to answer as to how he was.
"Did you want anything else, Tiire? Surely not... There's food aplenty, and you've your rum... But answer quickly, though I'd really rather not trouble Erados..."
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Post by Tiire on Jun 11, 2004 18:03:46 GMT -5
"Calm yourself, Silas. you look as if youve just walked into a harem of naked woman."
She deftly switched tactics and started fiddling around the rim of his pants, fingers tracing patterns on his slim elvish hips. But soon enough she bored of her little game and brushed past Silas, gratefully taking both bottle of rum from Erados,
"Thanks, ever so much my dear."
She said coyly, laughter in her eyes.
"Ive been dying here with Silas and his sugar-coated wine. Im sure thats the reason elves kisses taste so sweet, eh?"
Laughing out loud now, that sweet, lovable laugh, she treaded back into the room, pouring herself a glass mixed of both elvish rum and human.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 18:34:00 GMT -5
Silas managed to roll his eyes. Being past his surprise now, he was simply annoyed. She was acting like a harlot herself! If he could have, he might have snarled at her. Well, she'd get it when they were back alone in the room again. He glared at her for only a moment before rolling his head back to Erados.
"Well?"
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Post by Tiire on Jun 11, 2004 18:37:50 GMT -5
Tiire grew silent as she looked back at Silas. Didnt he know she was just joking around? she had spent more than a month around silent, egotistic, stuck up pricks and the normally serious girl was dying for a laugh or two.
She pushed Silas back into the room gently and told Erados hed better leave, before shutting the door and glaring at Silas,
"What is your problem?"
She asked, a half snarl, half concerned note in her voice.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 18:49:18 GMT -5
"Tiire... Tiire..." he managed to sputter just as she was closing the door.
He stepped towards her again, glancing at her complacently, then sighing.
"Look, I'm sorry, Tiire, really. But I was surprised. I'm not used to behavior like that... From anyone, especially you. I've just gotta get used to your changes! You said so yourself, when I met you you weren't yourself. I was with you for months and not once did you show yourself. Now it's not even been a day and you expect me to be completely used to you clinging all over me like a harlot!?"
As soon as the last words left his mouth, he shut his eyes tightly and mentally cursed himself.
"I didn't mean that," he managed softly after a moment, reaching over to pour himself some of the Elvish rum-- not mixed with the regular. This he immediately downed, eyes shut tightly. "I'm sorry, Tiire, I really didn't mean that," he repeated after a few moments, glancing up at her with that same complacent look.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 11, 2004 18:53:12 GMT -5
"No... no. Your right, Im sorry. I shouldent have acted like that. And Your right again, you dont know the real me. I am... well... Silas?"
She asked, looking up at him, eyes holding such emotion,
"You loved me before... I am not that person. How... can you possibly love me now? I was nothing but a lost soul berated by past memories. Ive made peace with that, and have let myself be ME again.... can you love me?
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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 18:57:02 GMT -5
His brows furrowed at her last words, and his eyes seemed to hold something near the same emotion as he managed to gaze back up at her again. He placed the tankard of rum back on the table and moved closer to her again. He hesitantly took her hands in his, shaking his head pleadingly.
"No, Tiire... Don't say that... How... How could I not love you, Tiire? I loved you from the start, and yes, you were different then... But is there anything I could not love? It's just a change... There are always changes. And I'll get used to it. We'll conform-- not fully, but slightly. We'll both conform a bit to eachother's standards, but still be ourselves... And I'll always love you... alright?"
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Post by Tiire on Jun 11, 2004 18:59:34 GMT -5
"No... no, its not alright. It really isnt..."
She sounded weak and pathetic, the same as she felt. She didnt deserve anyone so understanding and loyal as Silas... she didnt deserve andyone.
Quietly she pulled from him and sat on the bed, eyes downcast.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 11, 2004 19:03:59 GMT -5
Again, he approached her. And again, he took her hand, placing himself gently on the bed beside her, gripping that smaller hand in his with a gentle pressure.
"Tiire... It may not be alright to you, but it's all right to me, okay? You just have to understand that."
He reached for her other hand, eyes still pleading.
"Come, Tiire... I love you. And nothing you say or do, and nothing you change to, can change that. Tiire... Look at me please... And don't try to run away. Because you can't hide. I don't care where you are, or what you do... I'll find you... And I'll keep on loving you. Even if you won't accept that, it's the truth. I--love--you. No one else. Not the old Tiire, not the new Tiire, not the real Tiire, and not the fake Tiire... Just Tiire."
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Post by Tiire on Jun 11, 2004 19:06:41 GMT -5
She lifted her face to his, but not a word was to escape her lips. No, but instead, those lips met his, and soon after, she pressed forward, deepening it with the added use of a gentle tounge.
She pressed herself close to him, arms wrapped around the elf as if she where hugging him, if not for the intimate dance of their lips.
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Post by Elladan on Jun 12, 2004 7:17:37 GMT -5
A light knock resounded through the room. Erados stood outside again, waiting to put in his request, what had originally woken him up in the first place. He was going to stop that vulgar noise whether it be the end of him or not. All the poor guy wanted was some peace, and how is one suppose to get that with these vile sound waves traveling though one's door, even if his chamber was the second largest in the citadel. He stood, knocking his head against the wall. Ugh, would Dima and Akila put him through this too?
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Post by Arwen on Jun 12, 2004 7:23:24 GMT -5
Silas had pulled Tiire slightly closer to him, surprised at the sudden display of... well, passion, but taking it in anyway. At the knock, though, he opened his eyes once more, rolled them, and pulled himself away from Tiire with a shake of his head.
"What do you want?" he managed in annoyance as he tugged open the door. Okay, so he wanted privacy with Tiire. Perhaps not quite of the type of intimacy she was offering... He'd actually prefer to talk. But it was really simply being ALONE and UNBOTHERED in a room that mattered. And how could they get that with all this bother knocking on the door?
But for now, he'd been rescued. Perhaps when the door was closed again, she'd feel better about simply talking. This incredibly hands on behavior was simply not fully for him.
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Post by Elladan on Jun 12, 2004 7:33:06 GMT -5
"Hello again, dear sir and, uhm, lady, " he cleared his throat tauntingly, pulling gloves upon his hands for no reason as he spoke, "could I kindly request that you keep your, eh, loving to a minimum this evening? See, tonight I need my rest, and, well, your certainly not helping. Since I am serving as your servant tonight I could give you a room on another hall, and I would care less what you did as long as you didn't wake me.
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Post by Tiire on Jun 12, 2004 12:20:15 GMT -5
"Erados?"
Tiire said, leanijng sidways so that her face was in view of the door,
"Scince you happen to be Silas' servant tonight, would you mind if his lady here asked you to shut up, stop complaining, and if its such a bother, go get yourself a scullary maid."
Her voice was mocking, and a hint of annoyance entered it as she spoke, but other than that, she looked quite calm and peacable.
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Post by Elladan on Jun 12, 2004 21:10:46 GMT -5
Erados raised one eyebrow, turning to Tiire, then gave a sarcastic smile.
" Yes Ma'am..." he spat out, flashing a glare towards Tiire, " and may I remind you that I have the authority here, m'lady. I can be much more than a servant if need be, and I certainly don't need a scullery maid, unlike the likes of you..." he scoffed.
"Now, all I ask for is a little peace. Is that such a terrible thing? Go out in the bushes for all I care, just leave me be!" Erados drew a deep breath, calmed, then continued.
" Now, m' lord, what would you and you lady prefer? Bedding or bushes?
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Post by Elrohir on Jun 12, 2004 21:21:08 GMT -5
The soft figure of Erasmus, far down in the corridor, stopped at the sudden outburst of the growing argument. His gaze seemed both patient and curious as to what the brawl was over, though he was already occupied with the finding of Erados. He came to them, half-surprized to see that Erados WAS part of this mischief 'Now what is he up to?' He thought to himself. "What is going on here?" He said as he came to Erados. "Where have you been Erados? Your father calls you, a short matter, but let us settle this one first." Erasmus quickly scanned over Silas and Tiire, seeing from there gestures that they had been 'interupted' in the midst of their doings. He heaved out a rather large sigh as he examined the situation, awaiting an explanation as to how such a thing could have happened. (Erados...always getting himself into trouble.)
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Post by Arwen on Jun 12, 2004 22:16:43 GMT -5
Silas managed to fight backan angry grumble, and only echoed Erados' caustic expression. One would not have been able to tell if he was annoyed moreso with the other elf or the 'half-blood' elf female. Perhaps his emotion was split half-and-half... One could not tell. Even he did not know who he was more annoyed with. Regardless, Erasmus entering the scene didn't help manners... Or did it?
"Yes, come, dear Erados. Father calls. For now, it does not matter much, now does it? Seeing as you should be joining the dinner celebration with Lord Aricin."
With those words, Silas grinned again, this time with a hint of wickedness, thugh annoyance at the childlike bickering certainly did not leave him.
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