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| Topic Started: Jun 23 2009, 01:01 AM (231 Views) | |
| Guess | Jul 12 2009, 07:26 PM Post #26 |
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“So I thought…” He whispered huskily into her ear following her purr. The magician merely nuzzled silently into Freya as she mentioned the horse and scratched the back of his head. A hidden smirk had appeared on his face because of her words, he couldn’t disagree, though the thought was intriguing and he was subtly wondering how exactly that could work. How strange Razi thought, that this woman had him pondering such thoughts alongside his usual random mind wanderings. Never before could he say that someone had his attention so fully, for such an extended period of time, and in such an emotional fashion. He felt he could spend endless days with her without growing bored, a feat that when thought about made him all but swoon. With a quick and easy jump, he hopped off of Fledge’s back as if he were light as a feather. Freya’s beckoning was extremely enticing, but before he went to her, he turned to face the horse, giving Fledge several gentle hand strokes. “Thank you, Fledge. You’re such a good horse…. Now no peeking!” He crooned before turning back to the rapidly disappearing Freya. With a short laugh he jogged off to follow Freya in the brush, catching up to the red head with ease. Razi placed his hands on her hips, humming as he pulled himself close, head bowed to watch her as they continued to move backwards through the greenery. “Mmm… Why don’t you tell me where you want these good hands of mine then?” |
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| Freya LaShale | Jul 13 2009, 09:40 PM Post #27 |
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She was beaming by the time he'd reached her, letting out quiet little giggles when he'd had to run to catch up to her. She would have disappeared, too, if he hadn't, having no problem with keeping the magician on his toes in such a teasing manner. The best part about it was that he was playful enough to enjoy her games and play with her. Her favorite part, though, was his wit. Every time he spoke, it was something wonderful enough to make her knees weak. This was no exception as he placed his hands upon her now. "Mm, that's a good start, Stud-muffin..." she lulled as her arms fell around his neck, giving a tug on him to have the pair fall back onto the grass. It had lasted just as long as their first encounter, having lost no lust in the time they'd been apart. If anything, there was a sort of comfortable understanding between the two this time. When both parties had been satisfied, she took to rest upon his chest, sighing contently against his neck with a leg carelessly draped over him. "I have to admit something, Razi..." she said after a long moment of peacefully, simply being with him. "And it's kind of a big deal." Checking to make sure she had his attention, she gave another sigh, this one heavier than the one before it. "I just wanted to warn you, because this could go many ways... The thing is," the thing is that she was having a very difficult time getting this out, having prepped and re-prepped it already. "...I could see myself very easily falling in love with you. In case that ...happens... tell me soon if it's not what you want. I don't think I could take any more heartbreaks..." There. Done. A burden lifted from her. True, they'd met not too long ago, but she knew herself well, and she knew her feelings for him could very easily grow beyond her control. |
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| Guess | Jul 16 2009, 01:15 AM Post #28 |
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Razi lay on the ground, staring up with half opened eyes at the sky through the few openings in the canopy in the forest. He was completely content at the moment; satisfied in more ways than one and here with a woman who made him feel simply electric. He took in a deep, happy breath before closing his eyes and just relishing in the feel of Freya being sidled up against him, his own arm draped around her midriff, holding her close to him. He opened his eyes fully at Freya’s words, noting the feel of her voice. “What is it?” He asked her curiously. Razi shifted his position, so that he was on his side and better facing her. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at Freya with a charmed expression on his face. His free hand went to lightly drag fingertips through her hair. She had his full attention. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach at her confession. He didn’t know whether he should be worried or not so he tried not to be, quelling the butterflies within him by sheer force of will. He stiffened when she finished speaking. For a long moment the magician was silent, simply staring at the red head with wide mirrored eyes which reflected her immaculate visage. What the woman had said took a minute to fully register with him. He had heard everything that she said and was actually replaying her words internally as if he couldn’t believe it. He was surprised, happily so that she had said such a thing. That she felt she could freely admit her attraction to him and that there even was one was something that simply made his heart swell. His mouth opened to make a response, but no words came forth so he then shut it. Razi’s eyes softened a second later, becoming half lidded as a gentle smile crossed his lips. He rolled over again so that now he was on directly on top of her, holding himself on his forearms just above her face, the rest of his body flush against her own. “I’ve been on the road to falling for you a while now, Freya.” His voice was even, tone soft, yet there was a seriousness to it that he hadn’t ever used with the woman. He kept even eye contact with her the entire time, effectively losing himself in the gorgeous sea of dark green. “Heartbreak is a word you can simply forget for I am incapable of doing you harm, Freya. It’s not just your touch or your looks that has me spellbound, but something more… Something I can’t quite put into words, but whatever it is you do to me…. To end it would surely be the death of me.” |
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| Freya LaShale | Jul 16 2009, 01:54 AM Post #29 |
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It was out, and regardless of what he said or did next, it could not be taken back. As his eyes softened and she felt his fingers running through her hair, she was on pins and needles. Would this be a gentle let-down, or approval? At this moment, she could not understand that he could not find the words, only spinning in her head of what the next few moments with him would be like. A gulp of air was taken in as he moved over her, swallowing it down in unease. Her heart beat rapidly until he finally spoke, and what he said came washing over her like a cool tide. Her left hand dug into the leaves at her side. She melted beneath him, overflowing with a feeling of joy mixed with a disturbing ache shooting through to her fingertips. To think that he had been thinking the same things, that she could be as special to him as he had become to her... and to think that perhaps she had found a man worth giving her affections to... Her limbs were tossed around him rapidly, clinging with all of her strength as if he would fade away were she to let go. Her lips found his once again, pressing herself into him with a depth unending, flooded by an explosion of so many thoughts and feelings at once. She couldn't speak, didn't know what to say, but a fit of uncontrollable giggles were soon forcing their way out of her, a bright grin the likes of which few have seen pulling her lips too tight to continue the full kiss. When she realized this was futile, she pulled to the side and buried her face into his throat, squealing like an excited little girl loud enough to cause the birds above to fly from their posts. Somewhere within the girl, she knew this was too good to be true and that she should calm herself as soon as possible, that it could only lead to more incredible pain, but this impossible rapture she had been swallowed by was far too addicting to not wallow within. After such a long time of having nothing to say and spazzing out, she finally pulled away in order to gaze up at him once more, the giant grin unable to be wiped from her features. "I'll be good to you," she told him quietly. |
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| Guess | Jul 23 2009, 11:59 PM Post #30 |
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Her arms wrapped around him and he couldn’t help but smile warmly in response before being caught in her kiss. Freya’s giggles had him shaking with his own semi-restrained laughter and though the both of them were grinning like madmen, he had no qualms with simply pressing his mouth against hers. It was just the simple act of the two of them being close and together that he enjoyed so much. He had never felt so connected with another person before and whatever he could do to physically and mentally keep it going, he’d do. The magician held himself still, avoiding taking his arms away to return her embrace on consequence of collapsing fully onto her, though if he could just meld into her, he’d probably consider it. As she squealed and scared away half the wildlife in a mile radius, he erupted into laughter while taking in the scent of her hair. His nerves were alight with feeling and every part of him bristled excitedly. He was sure the feeling was mutual though and was very much pleased and accepting of that fact that she was happily spazzing in reaction to him. All the excitement and giddiness of both of their admittances and acceptances of each other had the magician brimming with something he couldn’t hope to describe. Now that he knew where she stood in her feelings for him and vice versa, he could let everything flow free and not just hide his thoughts and impulses in his imagination. His eyes flickered with emotion, and for only the briefest of instants lost their reflective sheen to become a solid taupe gray. Razi leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers before responding in a whisper. “And I you…” He smirked. Now that they both were aware that they wanted each other on more than just a physical level, he couldn’t help but feel himself become aroused once more and took this opportunity to show her just how special she was to him… |
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| Yumalinous | Jul 24 2009, 01:43 PM Post #31 |
 
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There was that feeling again, of grass pulled taut in her teeth, clinging to its roots before breaking. Except she wasn’t the one pulling the grass. These threads of fate were uprooting her, after all... Yumalinous started at the girl's squeal, her body tensing as if to bound away. Her muscles were so tight, eager to fight or fly from a sound she associated with danger. But the doe knew better. Those foreign senses—those senses which fit like extensions, melded like the place between lake and bed—told her to approach rather than run. Even without that extra layer, her mind postured against instinct, and won. And as she turned to thought instead of base reaction, she noticed that the sound did not seem to be one of warning, or danger. The sound was unlike a thing of birds or antelope, or any of the predators that wandered the arid savanna, yet... there was excitement in it. Though of what kind, she did not know. How was a doe to tell? By Yu...and by Kos... And with the thought a thousand images came to visit, giving her exactly enough information to do what she must... And by the time the flood was done she was almost upon them. Just past the brush... Such rushes prevented the doe from feeling the passing of time. It had been awhile since the young lovers had expressed their feelings, and expressed their love again. Her first glimpse of the half-dressed couple was of happiness and satisfaction, and she sensed the power of affection that bound them. Yumalinous felt a pang of empathy. What would her coming mean for these two lovers? But Yumalinous could not let such thoughts keep her at bay. She stepped out, wandering where the two could see her, where they would hear her. Here Evona's veil set to work. Both Razi and Freya would hear human sounds: of sandaled feet through the brush, of cloth rustling against leaf and twig. If they came close they might have noticed a faint melody of human smells, of wood smoke used to mask musk for the unwashed and poor, buried under the scent of animal hide and wool for clothing. What Freya would see would match harmoniously: a woman on the fall from middle age, dressed in humble clothing hanging loosely on a frame both tall and broad. Her skin was dark, dusky, and rough, as if it had seen plenty of weather and work, with strong, broad hands to match. Her face was most rough and weathered of all, with deep smiling lines and blue eyes inset beside crow's feet. Razi's eyes would see the doe for what she was. He would not see her smile, for the doe's face was not built on human expression, or the kindness that smile carried. He might have sensed the iron-sweet tang of a foreign magic, the proud and gentle hymn of one domestic. Yumalinous knew he would see her... wondered if he would sense which magic lived in her blood, and which had taken root in her body and soul of its own will. Her voice, however, was charged with that kindness and gentleness. "Forgive me, I do not mean to interrupt." Her voice was deep and husky, strangely pleasant, filled with tonal layers that bespoke politeness, patience, and kindness, and also a desire to stay: there was a hint that she had more to say, but would not unless given permission. So, she waited. |
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