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Post by Caine Faerin on Jan 8, 2008 1:21:35 GMT -5
I’m too surprised at yet another of Askyre’s sudden mood swings to react. Probably a good thing. If I had, I’d likely have been more tense than before and received a concussion or worse.
As it is, I’m dazed couple of seconds, and I realize that I’ve bitten my lip hard enough that a trickle of blood runs down my chin.
Askyre stands in front of me, alternately glaring at me and a the door at my back, his pupils are dilated so much that there’s hardly any iris showing. I take a quick look behind me and see that the force has warped the wood, and the area around the doorknob has split through.
Nyosik. He’s a violent little imp. .....Don’t tell me he’s going into a rut just from listening to that!
As there’s only one way to find out if it’s really what I believe the situation to be, I carefully try to move past Askyre. He growls and knocks me back against the door again, moving closer to block me from trying it again.
I was right. And he doesn’t know. Wonderful.
“Askyre, stop.”
Askyre shakes his head so his hair falls into his face and leans against me. “Why should I?” He says gruffly.
“Because you don’t want to do this in the middle of the street, in broad daylight. In front of a door you just about split in half. Trust me.”
He growls at me and pins my hands against the door. “And what reason do you give me to trust you?”
In the state he’s in, he’s got the advantage. My wings are curled up against the sides of the inset door-frame, and I have nothing to really use against him... Other than magic. Which would encourage him as much as everything else, at this point.
At least he’s still coherent...
“Because, Askyre, I’ve been through this.”
His only response is the to glare at me. Not working. And I’m starting to feel it too. I’m going to hate myself for doing this...
I sigh, biting my lip and tasting the blood that’s still leaking out of the bite I gave myself. He won’t be able to get out of this until it’s run it’s course.
Slowly, so he doesn’t think I’m threatening him, I lean forward and brush my lips against his for a split second. He blinks and looks at me for a long moment, and then he forces me back again- locking his lips on mine insistently. I let my arms and shoulders relax so they don’t become strained, and my wings sag as I close my eyes.
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Post by Alaric on Jan 8, 2008 8:03:28 GMT -5
When Tino fell on Alaric, he did not feel much pain. But right now, after the few minutes of walking he could feel the effects of the fall. The small rocks on the dirt floor he landed on scratched his back up a bit and it felt like pins on his back. He clutched he back a bit, trying to soothe the pain. At the moment, Tino was the one leading the silent walk back to the inn, and the elf did not want to show the er hoc that he was hurting.. again.
He knew the er hoc did not care much for other people because he seemed more distant than the other people Alaric had met. His eyes traveled to the small pouch bag that Tino clutched protectively, he knew Tino was tired, so was he, but he wanted to ask a question.
"Tino, what was that flower for?" he asked, catching up to the er hoc and walking beside him.
The two neared the city as they walked, the gates were now in sight.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 8, 2008 10:14:15 GMT -5
Rethen's eyes snapped open when a crash from the front of his house flared several runes to life. He scowled lightly, pulling away from the embrace Casidaen had him in. He slammed his palm on the wall, deactivating the shop's scrolling alarm rune text, before tunning around and kissing the dark elf deeply.
"Hold that thought," he murmured before stalking out towards the front room. Several quick steps later, he threw open the door to his shop and scowled.
"Heathens!" he hissed, staring at the door that was renched off his hinges. He slams his palm against the doorframe and nods in satisfaction when the door slams back into place, a new set of freshly alchemized hinges and lock holding it in place. He then turns to the two miscreants staring lustfully at eachother.
"Upstairs, second door on the right. Just don't break that bed," he growls out before stalking out and back into the kitchen. He slammed the door between the atrium and the kitchen, closed the lunch-counter-esque window that seperated the kitchen from the atrium, and wrapped his arms around Casidaen's neck.
"Now where were we?" he whispered huskily, leaning foward to capture the dark elf's lips in a heated kiss.
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Post by Tino on Jan 8, 2008 10:57:01 GMT -5
The tired healer eyed Alaric for a few seconds, hesitating. He hadn't know the elf for long, but something tells him the young fighter had the potential to be a little troublemaker.
Well, if he'd told him, at least Alaric would know what trouble he'll be stirring up while he's at it. He glanced away as he spoke.
"...Slow poison," he noted plainly. "Never smell them or touch them with your bare hands. You get hallucinations and addiction."
For a brief moment Tino's mind wandered back to the imp, then decided that it was out of his responsibility to inform him of the plants' toxicity. The er hoc would wait for his brother's letter, then disappear from Miyoor. Upon this thought, he turned around to face Alaric. They had already past the gates and were now in the city.
"And remind me to give you some ointments for your bruises once we're back at the inn..." Then, almost too quietly he said, "...Sorry."
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 8, 2008 19:12:49 GMT -5
The dark elf's eyelids narrowed dangerously, feeling hot from the kiss. The sleeping man's flicked out his tongue to lick the bottom of Rethen's lips before diving his tongue in. Slowly, his hand wandered up the other man's shirt, rubbing his left nipple sensuously. He let out a small moan deep from his throat out as he lifted up the boy's body and placed him on the kitchen's countertop.
Casidaen moved on from the deep kiss on the mouth to his neck again, attacking it with nips and licks. He removed the boy's shirt and threw it somewhere over his shoulder, the item of clothing becoming a nuisance. He trailed his tongue down the boy's collarbone to his right nipple, swirling slowly before dipping down to his hipbone. The boy's sounds drove him further as he started to unbuckle the boy's belt and remove his trousers.
The northerner moved back up to give the boy kisses, his right hand massaging through the forest elf's undergarment.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 8, 2008 19:57:34 GMT -5
Rethen was writhing under Casidaen's touches. The assault on his neck was causing him to swoon. He barely noticed when he had been moved: he was focusing on the tongue dragging across his chest. He moaned as Casidaen assaulted one of his nipples, running his hands along the dark elf's back and through his hair.
He gasped and shuddered when he felt a hand on his undershorts and, more important, his hardening member. Rethen arched into the touch, whimpering into the deep kiss and yanking at Casidaen's shirt. The forest elf pushed him away and pulled the shirt over his head and threw it, towards the door. He leaned back in, pulling the dark elf close and kissing him again.
Rethen's hands wandered over the toned chest of the dark elf. He placed small pinches and tweaks to the skin around the nipples, caressing the skin across the stomach. He moaned into the kiss and bucked up, wanting more friction on his erection. He was getting frustrated with the lack of skin to skin. He popped the buckle on Casidaen's belt deftly and slid a hand in, stroking down and softly against the hardness he felt. With a feral grin against the dark elf's lips, he squeezed the hardness.
When Casidaen gasped, Rethen took the opportunity to push the dark elf away and against the wall on the opposite side of the room. Rethen followed and pressed against the taller man, reaching up to kiss him deeply while sliding his hands around the elf's waist and massaging. He pulled the dark elf's pants down slightly and pushed down his undergarments, freeing the hardened length. With a smirk, Rethen leaned up and whispered, "try not to be loud in a second...we have guests upstairs."
He then leaned down and took the length into his mouth.
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Post by Askyre on Jan 8, 2008 20:06:19 GMT -5
Forcefully invading the dark-skinned male's mouth, Askyre snarled as the dragonette fell backwards, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him into himself as the door was pulled open from the inside.
"Heathens!" The forest elf cried, immediately repairing his door. All the while, Caine remained lost in a euphoric bliss, whilst the imp glared menacingly at Rethen.
Having fixed his front door successfully, the tall male turned to them, scowling.
"Upstairs, second door on the right. Just don't break that bed,"
With that he swiveled around, entering a room inside the house out of sight, the slam of a door shaking the walls.
"Well, you heard him," The imp breathed, pushing the dragonette inside forcefully, lips never once leaving the other man's body.
Stumbling over the threshold, the imp left the door open, certain ethics swept from his mind as he worked their way over to the stairs, where Caine began trailing the imp's body with his hands, causing Askyre to moan into his mouth.
Travelling up the stairs took some skill, and yet they managed to reach the second floor without many difficulties. Askyre was barely able to make it to the second door, throwing the dragonette against the first doors, ravishing his mouth almost hungrily, pinning his arms up against the wood, before pulling and pushing the other man the few more steps down the hall to the guest room.
Once again pressing Caine against the door, the imp reached around his waist to open the door. Tumbling into the room, Askyre grabbed onto the dragonette once again to keep the man from falling, this time watching Caine pant as he himself gasped heavily for breath, skin alight with the sensation of fire.
Stepping forward, Askyre reached out to cup the dragonette's face, kissing him just as roughly as before, if not harder, while slipping a knee between his legs, forcing him back onto the bed. Landing on the mattress with a light bounce, the imp forced Caine's legs apart, rubbing the older man's thighs in a stimulating manner, pressing down to excite his prey.
Smirking against the dragonette's lips, the imp slipped a hand into the hem of his pants, stripping the older male of his garments and weapons before any protest was made. Lifting himself from the bed momentarily, Askyre languidly ran his hand along the waistline of his shorts, letting out small, breathy gasps as the man laying out before him watched intently.
Running one hand down his chest with the other busy untying the bandages, the imp allowed his head to loll backwards, moaning throatily as he managed to slide his pants down, discarding them carelessly to the side as Caine struggled to contain himself.
Leaning over the older man once again, Askyre dipped his head low, instigating a deep, passionate kiss whilst keeping their bodies apart, dragging this out through instinct, rather than thought or purpose.
Stagnantly massaging the dragonette's legs apart for a second time, Askyre's actions began to slow, the room becoming increasingly hazy, before suddenly clearing, leaving the imp blinking a little. Pausing, the young man froze altogether, his blood running cold through his veins as realization dawned on him.
"Oh, nyosik.."
The imp breathed, barely audible over the creaks the mattress beneath him let out. Askyre hurriedly removed himself from the bed, stepping as far away from the dragonette as possible, hastily snatching his shorts from the floor before redressing, refusing to make eye contact as his face flushed heatedly.
"I-I'm really, heh, really sorry--I don't know what I was thinking! Um, I mean, really, I--"
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Post by Caine Faerin on Jan 9, 2008 0:23:16 GMT -5
I come out a daze as Askyre stops short and scrambles off the bed, his face panicked.
I'm never going to get used to him switching moods like that...
I sit up, still breathing heavily, and watch as the imp hurriedly redresses. My eyes start to fog over with red. Nyosik... Just as he goes off the rut, I get on... I snarl under my breath.
"I-I'm really, heh, really sorry--I don't know what I was thinking! Um, I mean, really, I--"
Askyre starts to skitter towards the door and my snarl grows louder. My sense of propriety deteriorates further as my mind screams. There's people down there! They can't have him, I won't let them!
Before Askyre can even put his hand on the door, I'm standing behind him and pulling him back. I encircle him both my arms and my wings- cutting off view of the guest room.
"Why are you sorry?" I whisper. "Did you really not know what you were doing?"
He struggles, and gasps. "I-i don't know! I barely remember anything! I was just... Something was pushing me foreward- I had no control!"
I chuckle and pull him closer against me. "You remember nothing? Then why say sorry?" I laugh again. "Do really not remember something like this?" I kiss him on the neck, nipping the skin slightly.
He shudders and unsuccessfully tries to elbow me in the ribs. "No! Now stop it...! Let me go!" He struggles again, more fiercely than before.
I growl a little, the red in my vision growing more intense. "I can't. I'm nearing the state you were in until a moment ago. And unlike you, I know when it's happening and why, even if I can't stop it." I gently lick his ear, reveling in his shudders. My hand caresses his thigh through the fabric of his shorts. "Besides, Rethen and Casidaen are downstairs, and they don't want to be bothered." I nibble on the tip of his ear.
"Nn..." He pushes away the hand that's on his leg and tilts his head away from my searching lips. "Stop...! I don't want this! Let me go!"
I chuckle. "Why not? Why are you so scared? You weren't a minute ago." I suddenly let go of Askyre and he stumbled, reaches out his hands to stop himself from falling against the door. He spins around and snarls at me. I just smirk and lean in close enough for our noses to touch. "What are you afraid of?" Before he can react, I place my lips on his for a long, breathless moment.
Askyre lurches, panting, and puts his hand on my chest, hesitating for a second before shoving me away with all his strength. "I'm afraid of--!" He turns his head away sharply, eyes darting around the room. "...of someone getting hurt..."
"Who? Me?" I scoff. "You hurt me earlier, when you throw me into Rethen's front door, quite literally. I haven't come to any true harm."
He snarls again. "No! Not like that..! I meant..."
"What did you mean, little Ask?"
His hands ball into fists. "I... I can't explain it. But... If anything had happened- if I had... had done something to you..." He looks down at the floor, shivering.
"I was surprised at first, but I would have enjoyed myself immensely!"
Askyre gapes at me in disbelief. "Oh sure, maybe you would have! But don't you understand?! Everything about this is so--wrong! It's just wrong! Even if you had enjoyed it-- trijilk, if I had enjoyed it--there still would've been pain delt; the feeling of being used! I can't.." Askyre turns away, flustered. "Don't talk to me again. Ever." Askyre turns around and puts his hand on the doorknob.
"What is wrong about it? I'd feel more used if you left now, than anything."
Angrily, Askyre starts to wrench the door open, and I growl. My patience and control is a fine line that is so, very close to snapping. I reach out again and grab his wrist, hauling him back to me.
"Don't touch me!" Shocked, Askyre turns around to face me and swiftly lifts his free hand, trailing scorching flames as he breathes across his fingers and tries to break free at the same time.
Snap. As soon as he releases his magic, my mind takes over, automatically calling in the wind to surround the imp.
The wind magic acts as an amplifier with that of fire, and the magic-born flames rapidly swell. Both the wind that is the Faerin Legacy and the natural tolerance for fire that all dragonettes have protect me, though the fire scorches the ends of my hair. Fire engulfs the room, hungrily reaching out to burn their way to the rooms beyond.
And then...
Miraculously, the fire stops spreading, and slowly collapses into itself. A whirlwind drives the debris away, leaving the gutted room open to the sky. A playful, feminine lilt can be heard, followed by a throaty giggle. Out of the center of the now dissipating whirlwind, a regal-looking woman starts to form out of the wind itself. Her lower half trails off- indistinct, formless. She places her hand up to her perfectly formed lips and giggles again.
"Ah... I should have known! Hee hee hee... who else other than you and he could Call one such as I? What have you done now, Dragon Child?"
Her face lights up with glee as she notices Askyre, huddled against what remains of the door. She spins her way up to him and touches Askyre's nose with a hand that's as light as a summer breeze.
"Ah.... so this one is the cause? Poor child, poor kitten. Tortured in mind and spirit, poor, poor thing." She laughs, as Askyre just stares, his mouth open in amazement, and then she spins back to me. "Dragon Child, Fae 'tis your name, and fae 'tis your nature. And to you, those such as this is a Mission your heart desires, hmmm?"
I blush scarlet, the fire of a moment ago gone as if I've been dunked in icy water.
Once again, the Lady laughs. "But can you tame this kitten, one must ask? And can he tame you in turn? The fortune's wheel spins where she may, and tarries not for long, hmmm?
"Do not forget, o child, Dragon Child, that your sire calls, and with his sire's voice behind him! Tarry not, yourself, child of the wind, for you must indeed answer to the call of your Masters as much as I! Fare thee well, Dragon Child, fae child!"
The woman spins again, and disappears in a gust of wind.
I slowly lower myself to the floor in shock, and my face grows pale. "Jince! The Queen of Wind..." I groan with dismay. "Father will be hearing of this before dinner!"
Behind me, Askyre backs away and starts creeping down the hall as fast as he can. I notice this dimly, and close my eyes. "Ask? I'm sorry. Really. Just... sorry..." My vision swims and goes black.
Askyre pauses a moment, then continues down the stairs.
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Post by Alaric on Jan 9, 2008 7:56:48 GMT -5
"Ahh.." the elf was a little disappointed at the answer the er hoc had given him.
Alaric had expected those flowers to be some kind of rare herb, or a cure of a disease that is at present, incurable. But it was poison, as Tino said. He didn't really know much about plants and herbs, he was more of a fighter than a healer but he was a treasure enthusiast. Trinkets of every kind attracted him, also...well pretty much everything that was unique in some way.
The large gates of the city opened as the walked in, the citizens walked along the streets in a frenzy.
"And remind me to give you some ointments for your bruises once we're back at the inn..." Tino then said with a soft voice. Amid the noisy people he almost didn't hear what the er hoc said afterwards.
The blonde boy smiled--- maybe for the first time in a while, and bowed his head as he walked.
They neared the inn, where some dwarves waved at the newcomers and fixing and cleaning the front of the inn. Alaric then opened the inn door which was a little damaged from the fight a few hours ago and went inside as Tino was behind him. Looking around the first floor he noticed that the two elves were not there anymore and the imp and the dragonette were nowhere to be found as well. Alaric wondered what they could be doing this time, they must have been exhausted from all the things that had happened that day, right?
The boy then turned to Tino and says softly, "You should go up and rest now." but inside, he really did not want the younger boy to go for some reason. He cursed inwardly and realized that he had quite an attachment to this beast-man. And that was a bad thing for the elf, he had to get rid of this weird feeling.
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Post by Tino on Jan 9, 2008 20:11:00 GMT -5
Tino hadn't notice that the people that were there have disappeared until Alaric stopped to look around, blocking his way to the stairs. Following that realization, the boy paused to ponder on the situation. Those people should be tired and definitely needed some rest. There doesn't seem to be or have been any emergency situation while they were absent. If he had heard right some time ago, the forest elf's house should be near here.
Maybe they've gone for a visit. That, or they're out for food. As for Caine and the imp... Well, the imp was screaming, so I guess they're not that tired.
"You should go up and rest now."
"Huh..." It took a short while for the tired er hoc to take it in. Tino was not used to being instructed or guided by strangers. Usually it would be his family or older doctors telling him what to do, particularly his Master; and even his Master would rarely ever give him any commands as the apprentice was expected to know what he should do. Speaking of which, Tino realized that he should rest.
"I suppose so," he answered. Then, mistaking the softness he caught in Alaric's voice for exhaustion, he warned the elf, "You should too. Especially when..." He was about to comment on the wound on his arm, the bruises from when he crashed into him, and how he wouldn't have had any good sleep in the first part of the night because the healer had released drugs into the room; but then Tino remembered that he had been the cause of the latter two incidents.
Tino shut himself up and lowered his face a bit, letting his drooping ears hide his guilty eyes from Alaric's view. "...Anyways, let's get your new wounds taken care of first." He walked past the blonde boy and up the stairs into his room to dig out some ointments.
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Post by Alaric on Jan 9, 2008 22:49:31 GMT -5
"Hey, wait---" Alaric said as Tino walked up the stairs with quite a fast pace.
He did not need any more healing or treatment for anything else, especially if it was from Tino-- who throughout the day has been ..well, causing some pain for him but helping him out a lot for some reason. The elf sighed probably for the nth time that day, did the er hoc think of anything but treating others and medicine?
The voices of the busy people on the floor were making conversation to each other in a slang that Alaric was too tired to concentrate on, he followed Tino who was already upstairs and heard the voices fade away.
"Tino...?"
The older boy faced Tino's wooden room door, where he had managed to sleep a few minutes beforehand. The events of the day flashed before him and caught up with his body, feeling joint pains and a really bad headache. He turned the old silver knob and opened it quietly, as if he was trying to sneak into the room. He opened the door further and spotted Tino looking for something around his room, probably the ointment.
Alaric felt a bit guilty right now for burdening the er hoc with so much, he thought that this wasn't a good thing because he was an independent high elf. He moved closer to Tino as the er hoc kneeled to get something. Alaric bent his knees and was behind the boy, he then placed his hand on whatever Tino was holding.
"It's alright. Don't.", with a soft breath he whispered into his ear.
What he said were really fragmented words but this was because of the lack of energy and that he wanted to be very frank.
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Post by Askyre on Jan 10, 2008 0:04:40 GMT -5
Tripping over his feet, Askyre managed to stumble onto the first level, blatantly ignoring the sounds coming from the other room as he exited the forest elf's house quickly. Not knowing what to do once he was outside, the imp began wandering in a direction, failing still to understand what had happened moments earlier; fearing what might have happened.
Eyes beginning to sting, Askyre picked up his pace, soon breaking out into a full-blown sprint. Images of the dragonette were muddling his mind, causing the imp to lose his focus as he tripped over a rather obvious cornerstone. Grunting as the ground impacted his knee and arms, Askyre lifted himself all in the same momentum, creating the illusion of constant movement.
Turning and winding throughout Miyoor, the imp soon found himself near the broken rubble that was once a fountain, water pooling around it. Pushing back his anxiety, Askyre turned towards the inn, rubbing his face with the back of his arm before shoving open the door, surprised to see the innkeeper still there.
"Oh.. it's you..." He said diligently, attempting to sound more inviting than discriminating, gaze lingering upon the distressed man before turning back to sort out keys and supplies behind the counter.
Eyes fixed upon the man momentarily, the imp looked away before speaking.
"...food..."
The innkeeper paused, grunting in an effort to make the man speak up.
Slightly exasperated, Askyre stepped a little closer, raising his voice.
"Do you have any.. food..."
"Do you have any money?"
The imp leaned on the back of a chair for support at this response, scowling slightly, in spite of himself.
"I was.. I was looted. I don't have any--"
"Sorry, I don't hand out meals for free here! You think with all the destruction my inn has taken that I can afford to hand out food?"
"But I--"
"I'm sorry, sir, but unless you have a way to pay me..."
The innkeeper let out a sick sort of laugh, causing the imp to flinch, too starved and exhausted to become angry. Sighing, Askyre pulled the chair out, sitting down with a heavy weight upon him. Tilting his head, the her pulled his pouch from his waist, dumping it's contents onto the table, wary of the wandering eyes behind the counter.
Turning his shoulder slightly to block the view from the innkeeper, Askyre heard the man grunt, before he returned to scuffling around. Asserted that he had managed at least some privacy, the imp began spreading the contents around the table's surface.
Herbs, stones, ashes...
Creasing his brow, Askyre reached for the powder-blue petals that had detached themselves from the flowers he had obtained previous to leaving the tunnel. Picking on up between his finger tips, he rubbed it gently, turning it over to examine its details.
Turning it for about the fifth time, Askyre grunted as a sharp pain pulsed through his head, vision splicing. Instinctively, the imp placed the petal back on the table, rubbing his head soothingly, disregarding the mess of his hair.
"What the... trijilk....."
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 10, 2008 1:01:15 GMT -5
A deep moan rumbled out from Casidaen's throat, and he layed his head back, hands clutching at Rethen's blue hair. The forest elf was licking and sucking everywhere that the sleeping man couldn't control the sounds coming out of his mouth. He panted as his hips began bucking into the other man's mouth. His mind went completely blank (or blanker than it was, as he was still asleep..) as he felt himself about to come.
He thrusted a few more times, aware that he didn't choke the elf before releasing with a throaty groan ripped from his vocal chords. "
"i want to make love to you," he moved his lips as he began waking up. Casidaen felt sweaty and somehow like he was melting from the hips. He yawned, blinking and looking at his surroundings before noticing that he had in fact, had his pants down, and Rethen was in fact, holding his slowly softening member. He stopped breathing, going completely red, he backed away from his new traveling partner. He set a hand on his mouth, "What.. just happened?" a mumble came from his mouth.
Around this time, a loud bang and crash erupted from upstairs, and plaster and dust fell to the first floor in large chunks. The dark elf hadn't noticed, still in total shock. His mind raced and he gulped. It had been a very very very long time ago since he had last done something so intimate with someone. He figured his body was acting on his own when his mind was asleep.
And Rethen. No doubt his body was attracted to the elf. He hadn't really thought of the young alchemist like that at all, and now he couldn't look him in the eye ever again!
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 10, 2008 1:29:43 GMT -5
Rethen looked up, licking his lips lightly. It had been too long since he had last enjoyed himself like this. He grinned up at the dark elf, but his smile faded as he saw the bleary look in Casidaen's eyes. He arched an eyebrow as the dark elf slid away form him. He frowned darkly.
"What...just happened?" the dark elf mumbled. Rethen's hand and jaw went slack. He couldn't be serious...could he? Casidaen looked away. The forest elf gulped lightly and attempted to say something, but the tremendous explosion that ripped out from upstairs stopped whatever he would say.
"Shit..." Rethen cursed lightly, scampering along the floor and getting to his feet, leaving his pants on the floor: they would only slow him down. He dashed into the atrium and up the stairs, skidding around his bedroom. "By the NINE! It is simply not possible!" the little elf cried out. What had ounce been his guest suites was a giant gaping charred hole. He stepped through what had once been a door and looked around. Caine was laying on his back on the remains of the bed. Askyre was nowhere to be seen.
"You damn no good heathens," he growled out, walking over to the fused end of the water pipes in the guest bathroom. With a flash of alchemy, the pipes arched up and sprayed water all over the dragonette. Caine woke up, spluttering and looking around confusedly.
"Just what in the hell did you do to my house?" Rethen growled, standing legs akimbo, hand on his hips, in nothing but his boxers and scowling down at the dragonette with dark eyes.
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Post by Tino on Jan 10, 2008 3:11:43 GMT -5
Sliding open his drawers, Tino tried to remember where he had placed the tools for the use of minor injuries. The healer usually doesn't bother carrying them around, but instead filled his backpack with life-saving essentials. This is the ways that was taught to the Imnas boys, Tino being one of them.
Afterall, what is a little pain and blood if you're still alive?
Tino frowned, not able to remember where he'd put the little bottles while an array of stray thoughts buzzed through his cloudy mind. He opened the other drawers, now aiming to just search every spot possible and find them with dumb luck. Not Tino's style at all. The young er hoc felt a sting of defeat at the back of his mind. For some reason, it seemed to him that things always ended up this way. He cursed his lack of stamina, then let his thoughts drift to his brothers.
Driel's letter should arrive soon...
He heard Alaric coming into the room as he found the bottles of ointments in a bottom drawer close to the desk. He dug in and singled out a small metallic bottle with a cap seal, and was preparing to open it when the elf came near him. The hand surprised him and the simultaneous whisper made him jump. Tino hadn't notice Alaric coming this close. He turned and stared at the high elf in surprise, ears perked, unconsciously recognizing that if he had jumped backwards he would crash into either the desk or bed post, both of which may be very painful.
Still dumbfounded, he knelt there and stared for a few more seconds. Alaric's whisper still lingered and wouldn't go away for some reason. In a mixture of surprise, exhaustion and something else Tino couldn't quite recognize, he suddenly felt an urge to cry. That's when he felt the need to snap back to full consciousness, and proceeded to give himself a mental slap in the face.
"Alright then," he said, trying to sound relaxed. Now wide awake, he took and turned that hand of Alaric's over and placed the silvery bottle in his palm. "Put this on if you don't want them to leave scars. If you prefer scars like some fighters do, have it your way. Fair enough?"
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Post by Alaric on Jan 10, 2008 5:01:35 GMT -5
The blonde boy tried to suppress a chuckle as the er hoc gave his instructions, but let out a small laugh. Tino was always in this 'healer mode' that he could not get out of, Alaric now understood him much more than before.
Typical you...
Alaric felt the silver bottle being forced into his hands and Tino's fingers grazing his palm. He accepted the bottle and held it carefully with his other hand as he stood up from his position.
"Will do." Looking down at the er hoc he gave a small smile and proceeded to go to head out the door but stopped. Would he go and rest in his own room? Or would he stay in the er hoc's room? Well--if Tino agreed. He glanced at the still kneeling er hoc and blinked. Thinking deeply he went to the corner of the room of Tino and sat down on the hard wooden floor. The scenario was the same as last night with Alaric making room for himself in Tino's room.
"Would you let me just apply it here, so that I won't have to give it back to you later?" the elf said as he removed the brown hood from his head, revealing his long slim elven ears and his dark face tattoo. He did not really wait for a response from Tino, he ruffled his short blond hair and removed the short brown cape from his body and set it aside.
He gave a reassuring look at Tino, "You should rest." he started to unbutton his black shirt, "I won't harm you."
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Post by Caine Faerin on Jan 10, 2008 8:08:14 GMT -5
I wake up shivering and wet. Not exactly what I could wished. Worse, Rethen is standing over me, glaring. I carefully stand up, cursing bruises and scrapes that I’ve managed to gather.
“Sorry. I...” I go through the charred wreckage and find my sword, my bag, and- miraculously- my pants. The last seem to have come out with nothing worse than a few more tears and some burn spots. Shaking them out, I put them on.
Rethen is still glaring at me, and I think I hear his teeth gritting... but my mind is numb, and I can’t bring myself to look at the elf directly.
“What happened is that Askyre freaked out. This is the result. I’m sorry. You can write the mercenary’s guild for damage costs; I should have enough saved up to pay for it.”
Shouldering my bag and weapon, I walk slowly down the hallway limping slightly. “I’m sorry about this Rethen. And sorry that I can’t stay long enough to help more. I... have to go.”
I slowly walk down the stairs and out into the street. I start to turn towards the gates, but my stomach rumbles and I decide to get something from the inn.
I make the short walk there, and open the door, hesitating when I see Askyre sitting at a table looking at a random assortment of objects. My mind starts to buzz, but I shake my head and walk to the counter.
The dwarf there obviously recognizes me from the night before.
“Well, what’ll it be, dragon? And mind you can pay for it before asking!” He picks up a glass and wipes it off with a cloth.
“I’ll have o---two sandwiches and something else, I don’t care what. And my canteen filled.” I pause. “And could you wrap the sandwiches in something?”
He nods, used to travelers asking for food before leaving. He prepares the meal, wraps the sandwiches, and hands them to me. I give him the money he asks for, and I stuff one portion in my bag. The other I take and I walk over to where Askyre is sitting. I set it down, mumbling, “You... you should eat something.”
My hand unconsciously brushes his as I turn to leave the building.
Before I can think overmuch, I quickly walk out of Miyoor and start heading deeper into the canyons.
I could fly there in a couple hours, but I don’t want to get home too fast... I wish that he... Maybe he could've..I stop that train off thought.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I fail to hear the swish and creak of wings, or the thump when someone lands behind me.
“Well, out for a stroll, brother?” A familiar voice drawls, and I spin around. Before me stands a dragonette with dirty brown hair and my father’s amber-colored eyes. “Why not fly? You want to get home to mommy and daddy right?” He sneers, and mumbles something that makes my skin crawl.
Before I have the chance to retort, my breath is suddenly cut short. A band of wind circles my throat, and I try to gasp.
“Heh. You see, little brother? I can use the wind as well as you!”
Setting personal problems aside temporarily, I slip into a trance to extend my senses. I nudge the magic surrounding me and manage to break through it long enough to take a deep breath before it comes round again. I start to mentally prod gaps in the magic anywhere I can find them, and then he adds a few more of them- this time they cut bands in my flesh, and I’m soon bleeding from a dozen cuts.
Where his learned to do this, I don’t know. Why he’s doing it this way, instead of just killing me out-right is something I can’t guess. His control is crude, using raw power to make up for his lack of finesse.
Still, my trance-state leaves me no room for unessential things like emotion or pain as I battle my older brother’s winds on a micro-level.
((OOC: I can get him out of this in another post, but I wanted to give people a chance to decide whether or not to have someone follow Caine out of Miyoor.))
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 10, 2008 19:06:03 GMT -5
Rethen was fuming. He scowled around the charred rooms, cursing angrily.
"Everything was perfect," he growled out, kicking at a charred board angrily. "The rooms, the furniture, the linens." He kicked the board and it collapsed into mostly ash. The elf sighed dejectedly. "Tapping into the coffers again," he grumbled, walking out of the room and back down the stairs. He leaned against the tree in the center of his atrium, drawing strength from his connection to the forest spirit. A long night led to a long day. He shook his head and pushed open the kitchen door.
"Well...there's a gaping hole in my house where two rooms used to be," the boy said with a light grimace. He slid onto the counter next to Casi and nuzzled the dark elf's shoulder lightly. "I have no idea what I'm going to do." He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Maybe this trip to Fasemoor will be more relaxing than I thought."
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Post by Tino on Jan 11, 2008 13:36:38 GMT -5
The tension escaped Tino as he stared at Alaric in the face, puzzled by his laugh. He frowned a little as the elf stood up and walked off without explaining what was so funny; but then the elf had replied to his instructions, so the healer decided to let it pass. He watched as Alaric was about to leave the room, then stopped and turned to look at him again. He tilted his head a little, wondering what the blonde boy was thinking, then raised an eyebrow when Alaric went walking back to his sleeping spot last night.
Don't tell me---
Then Alaric sat down, and he sighed.
Tino didn't bother replying to Alaric's question, and Alaric didn't seem to bother waiting for an answer either. Instead, he glanced over at the elf who was now revealing himself from under the cloak and stared for a few seconds at his features, especially the tattoo. The er hoc still doesn't remember the specific origin of the design, but he didn't want to ask. Although he wanted to check on the elf's injuries, the elf had suggested him to get some rest while he was taking off his top. He thought that this meant he should give the elf some privacy.
"I won't harm you."
How do you suppose I'd take you by the word?
The er hoc climbed onto the bed nonetheless, and sat himself against the wall, his cloak spreading around him. He stared aimlessly at his blankets, waiting for the elf to be done and get himself out of the room, while his ears drooped lower and lower.
The waiting didn't take long. He sat there, deep asleep, and dreamed of a white wolf with crimson eyes.
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 12, 2008 14:21:41 GMT -5
Casidaen froze when the boy nuzzled him, blushing a bright pink. He didn't know how to react after this sleeping rendezvous. Of course, it couldn't keep continuing like this. He would be traveling alongside the forest elf, after all. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms lightly around Rethen's body, lightly patting his back sympathetically.
After a few more minutes, he cleared his throat, removing his arms from the elf's frame. He self-consciously scratched the back of his neck. "Fasemoor will be enjoyable, I hope. I've never been myself..."
He sighed and dropped his hand. "Look, Rethen... about what happened just now," red blazed his cheeks. "I was... well more or less sleepwalking. Well.. sleep-fondling is more like it. My body seems to do what it pleases on it's own when my mind is not awake."
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