Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 23, 2017 13:42:08 GMT -8
Raoul had been sleeping soundly, but spending most of his adult life on the road hunting various monsters had trained him to wake quickly and funny. When Eli Nightshade dropped the stealth spell and spoke, Raoul snapped awake, instantly snatching a large fighting knife from the nightstand. He couldn’t see her face with the positioning of the light, and even if he could, she had a naked sword in her hand. Without pausing to think or to digest the scene any more than that, Roul out of the bed and sprang to his feet, left hand extended towards Eli, the right back and klow by his hip, prepared for a sudden lunge. He was also stark naked.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 23, 2017 13:52:08 GMT -8
Eli jumped despite expecting the way he reacted, what got her was how quickly he moved and also how completely naked he was. Eli blushed but it didn't stop her from taking a step forward the light shifting showing her smiling face. " Raoul Ferdinand you don't know how nice it is to see you," She said simply the blade retracting into its hilt as she placed it into the holster strapped to her waist.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 23, 2017 15:57:23 GMT -8
He didn’t exactly drop his guard entirely, but he did relax somewhat when Eli Nightshade put away the weapon. It him a moment to identify her when she stepped into plain view, too. It had been some time since the two had spoken, and Eli had done a fair bit of growing in the time between. It was mostly a growth in life experience, causing the young woman to present herself in a different light and with a different outlook than before, but there was also the new glowing runes and a surprising amount of physical maturation had apparently happened over the spring. Meanwhile, Raoul looked much the same as he had before. The same unkempt black hair and piercing blue eyes. The same lean and muscular build. And when he recognized the person in the room with him, the same relaxed and easy smile. “I remember you… Eli, right? From the festival. What… what are you doing here? In my room… in the middle of the night…” Despite the smile, raoul was clearly confused about what was happening. And perhaps wondering if it was actually happening at all.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 23, 2017 16:29:24 GMT -8
Eli watched Raoul Ferdinand he was as impressive as he was when she first saw him and she felt herself blush. "I had no where else to go, you're the only person I knew to look for and besides we did arrange to nee up sometime, this is that time" she smiled softly at him her face dropping slightly from the chiseled look she now had back to the younger naive self he would remember better. Eli tried to stop her eyes from wandering to low "I know I came barging into your home but you're a little... naked, put some pants on and I will answer all your questions" She replied her voice soft and low.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 24, 2017 8:40:23 GMT -8
“I’m a little… ¡Dios mio!” He looked down, then suddenly snatched for a pillow to cover himself. “Yes, wait just a moment in the outer room, please, while I dress.” He didn’t wait to see if she did or didn’t, but if Eli Nightshade decided to wait in the room with him, raoul would put at least some effort into covering himself and maintaining an illusion of decency between them as he tugged on his pants. This was followed by a loose shirt before he walked out to meet her. Or simply turned to face her if she was still there. “Now, then… would you care to… how do they say? Catch me up?”
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 24, 2017 15:40:17 GMT -8
Eli had turned and gave Raoul Ferdinand his personal space and privacy back while he dressed himself. As she waited outside by his door she fiddled with her Stele thinking about what to speak to him about and she grew nervous. Eli hadn't told anyone except maybe Kelly about herself but she needed someone more stable. She was hoping raoul would be that stability in her crazy kaleidoscope of a life. It was also at this point she realised it was the first time she had seen a man, naked and she blushed ferociously. Hearing his voice as he asked a question she pushed of the wall she was leaning on and walked into a now clothed raoul he looked all the man with his bed hair and loose top. "Where do I begin" she said as she eyed the him "I think we should sit down? It's going to take some time?" As if she knew what his answer would be she sat on the end of his bed facing away from Raoul but leaving space if he so wished to join her side and began to explain everything that had happened since she left him at the festival. Galloway heights and how she had her magic stripped and how scared and useless she felt, finding the black egg which had still not hatched, lux town with the crazy light worshipping town folk, her battle wth Trogdor and then his inner demon which almost killed her and latest her encounter wth her sister, Crowley. Eli even told him how her sister had came into the world and the way Eli had burnt down the inn, finally Eli finished by explaining all her powers and how far she had come in understanding them, the runes, the stones and her own magical abilities. "But I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm lonely; and it's my birthday I just want something permanent in my life and stable. I don't have too many people to call a friend they either fear me or want to use me" she admitted wiping the tears from her face.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 25, 2017 10:04:50 GMT -8
Taking Eli’s choice of place for an invitation, Raoul sat down on the bed beside her. He gave her enough space that he wasn’t being invasive, but close enough to lend a friendly presence. As she spoke of her experiences, hardships, and especially the harsh emotional struggles she had been burdened with, he gradually moved closer. One hand reached over to rest on her back if Eli Nightshade didn’t pull away. “I can understand that. I have only just recently found a chance to have something like that in my life again here with Señora St. James.” Raoul turned more towards Eli, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. He tried to look into her eyes if she didn’t avoid him, holding her gaze with those piercing blue eyes. “I will be honest with you. I cannot promise to be permanent. Or to be stable. I wander. I travel. I hunt beasts and monsters, and it is only a matter of time before I go on a hunt and never return. This is the nature of my work, no?” He paused for a long moment, letting that statement land. Then he gave her back a reassuring pat. “What I can promise is that I do not fear you. I hold no desire to use you as a tool to my own ends. And I am here with you, so you do not need to be lonely just now. I fear I have neglected to find a gift for your birthday… but I am sure that come morning, we will be able to find something, yes?”
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 25, 2017 19:14:34 GMT -8
Eli could feel as Raoul Ferdinand edged closer to her side as the story of the past few months unfolded, she welcomed his body heat as their bodies now touched. When she finished and allowed him to speak her tears ceased and all that was left was the embarrassment of crying in front of him. As he took her hand she didn't pull hers back or even move away, the gesture was something she longed for and it sent a shudder of emotions through her already unstable mind. She listened intently to the man as he spoke and when he'd finished and mentioned her birthday she replied simply, "I'd like that... A lot." Now that their bodies were close and touching she leaned her head to the side resting on his chest, it was strong and firm offering her a sense of protection she hadn't felt in a long time. "And I can always come with you on your hunts, I'm different now, I have control over my magic, I'm stronger and scarier." As if to make a point her raised her free hand and bolts of blue electricity danced across her palm. "Some might even consider me a monster."
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 26, 2017 9:46:52 GMT -8
“Some might, I suppose. But I have known too many mages to call you a monster for it. Magic is a tool. It is how and why you use it that matters.” Raoul nodded, wrapping his arms around Eli and gently rubbing her back. He was a little outside of his element here, but it wasn’t hard to see that Eli Nightshade was looking for closeness and comfort. It was hardly a great burden, really. He hadn’t known Eli long, or very well, but they had hit it off from the start. He wasn’t sure about the idea of taking her with him, though. Based on her stories, she was certainly powerful enough to help in significant ways, but she was also a bit of a magnet for trouble. And if she did get hurt on a hunt with him… well, he didn’t want that on his conscience, to say the least. But that was a later problem. For now, his friend was lonely and scared and sad. He pulled her into a gentle hug, his strong arms holding her close. “I wondered if I would really ever see you again. A part of me thought it might be one of those things where we both say we would look each other up, but then our paths would never again cross, yes? I like this way better.”
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on Jun 28, 2017 9:07:57 GMT -8
Eli's tension ebbed out of her body and she began to relax and the tears stopped. She was finding comfort between his embrace as he rubbed her back softly. It seemed almost an eternity when he spoke again. "I like to keep my promises, and in my travels, I have met more bad than good, I had to come back" She smiled turning to face him, her eyes still shiny with tears.
"I'm sorry for barging in the way I did" She said as if the guilt and embarrassment of waking him up naked hit her again.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Jun 28, 2017 11:37:09 GMT -8
“There is enough good if you look for it.” Raoul cupped Eli’s cheeks in his palms, gently wiping her tears away with his thumbs. Most people are basically good, yes? They want to provide for their children. They look after their neighbors. They help when they can. Do not allow the greedy and selfish and cruel to convince you that the world is mostly like them. That is what they must tell themselves to live with the things they have done.”
He smiled and tucked a loose strand of red hair behind Eli’s ear as he spoke, taking some comfort in the closeness himself. “And do not worry about the abrupt entrance. There are worse things than waking up to the return of a friend, no?”
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jul 18, 2017 9:26:33 GMT -8
Eli Nightshade had found and navigated the property that belonged to Lady Genevieve with ease, not just because of her own skill, but because the magic of the property -- connected to the fateweaver enchantress -- had sensed that she was a soul seeking a home. Seeking another soul to help her. Lady Genevieve was awake in her room, but she had doused the lights, sitting instead in the partial moonlight with her curtains obscuring her from view. Eli Nightshade found the backdoor easily -- perhaps too easily? -- as if paths had been clearly laid, and the lock on the door -- usually enchanted shut -- was not so. The woman found her way easily inside, was even able to search all of the rooms and disturbed not a soul in the entire place. She was seeking someone, and Lady Genevieve could feel every step of Eli's boots as if it were a quiet beat of the blonde woman's own heart. It was of no surprise to Genevieve that the seamstress felt the weapon-wielding woman slip into Raoul Ferdinand's room, yet the pulsing, subtle magic of the house could sense that Eli wasn't after violence... ... but of attention of another kind. While Eli and Raoul spoke quietly in his suite, Genevieve did slip out, clothed in an elegant nightgown and a robe that was cinched at her waist, trailing behind her as she made her way -- almost like a wraith -- out of her rooms and toward the kitchen instead. She had no problem giving them their space, and although she could feel the quiet tension of the magic of the house hoping that it didn't make a mistake in trusting Eli to enter, Genevieve felt calm. She'd felt so ever since she invited Raoul to live with her. Another living soul (or now two) near by seemed to help.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Aug 4, 2017 19:11:21 GMT -8
Raoul had been living at Deuxcoeurs for around six weeks, and had settled in quite comfortably. He took time to go riding and exploring regularly, sometimes being gone for several days at a time, but he always found his way back quickly enough. It was strange to have a home again, but it was something Raoul was growing to like. And having a regular address to send and receive letters from made keeping in contact with his sister much easier as well. For that, he owed Lady Genevieve St. James more than for everything else combined, to his estimation. He also found that being around her more had slightly changed the way he looked at her. He still found her ridiculously attractive, of course and failed utterly at many of his attempts to restrain himself from flirting with her. But he felt less and less like he was shooting at the stars each day. By now, he felt like a man fortunate enough to have a close friend that happened to be a beautiful and wealthy woman of the upper classes that… ok, so it was still more or less like shooting at the stars. But the star was a friend. Someone he knew and spent time around and cared for as a person as well. And she was a comforting presence to a man that for so long hadn’t even realized he was lonely. Raoul huffed softly and got out of the bed. It was late, but not too late. He tugged on his pants and wrapped a robe around himself, in deference to Genevieve’s modesty, and padded across the hall. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the door and called out. “Genevieve? Are you still up?”
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Aug 4, 2017 20:41:12 GMT -8
He knocked on the door, but all that answered him was quietness. However, it was the quietness that did not imply that she was sleeping...but a quietness that seemed to imply emptiness. Perhaps... perhaps if he listened, he'd be able to hear the quiet sound of a piano playing... .... and if he followed the sound, it would inevitably lead him toward the grandiose ballroom that she had shown him when he'd first arrived, rarely used. There was a single candalabra set upon the grand piano, and all the doors had been closed (yet easily opened if one tried). The candle light flickered over her, over the slender fingers that drifted over the keys. Her golden hair, always up in a chignon, or in some sort of up-do so that it was held off her neck and face was instead a bright tumble down her back and over her shoulders. She wore an expensive looking robe and nightgown wrapped around her body, a dark wine color that contrasted against her pale-honey toned skin. The melody she played was a somber one, a sad one, but she never missed a key, never missed a note and seemed to be swept into the music. Her song seemed just as lonely as she looked, surrounded only in a small and flickering halo of light that seemed just as fragile as she was.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Aug 5, 2017 8:39:58 GMT -8
Raoul followed the music curiously. He had grown somewhat more accustomed to the lifestyle of the upper crust since coming here to Fletcher with Lady Genevieve St. James , but he was much more familiar with the music and instruments of the peasantry. This was very different. And hauntingly beautiful. He was torn between standing quietly and listening to Genevieve play without interrupting and walking closer to lend his presence and perhaps alleviate some of the loneliness he could feel in her playing. And your own, Raoul… It was the reason he had gone looking for her in the first place, after all. In the end, it was the second part that won. He didn’t say anything to her yet. He simply stepped over to her, and stood quietly at her shoulder for a moment, listening to the song. His left hand reached out and lightly rested on her back. He wasn’t trying to get her attention, particularly, merely lending a small physical contact to the, he hoped, companionable silence between them.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Aug 5, 2017 13:00:35 GMT -8
She was involved in her music, her hands flying over the ivory keys like birds, trying to say through the music how desolate she felt, trying to somehow communicate what she couldn't say aloud.
Raoul's hand on her back made her aware of his presence and the heat of his skin through the thin, gauzy material of the robe she wore. He could feel her warmth, too, and even through the thin material, the softness of her skin. Her golden hair sometimes swayed against his hand, but she didn't stop playing...
... Although her hands were no longer as fluid as they were before, hitting wrong notes, holding other keys too long. The melody was still beautiful, but now it seemed to sound even more... Desperate. Passionate now when it had been lonely before.
A song of someone who was seeking something to live for.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Aug 5, 2017 19:53:33 GMT -8
Hearing the change in the tone of the music, Raoul stepped behind Lady Genevieve St. James and placed both of his hands on her shoulders. He was far from an expert in music, but he could feel the pain in the tune. The longing. The sorrow. And he knew that Genevieve was expressing a truth she rarely gave voice to. Wordlessly, he wrapped his strong arms around Genevieve’s shoulders, holding her close, but trying to leave her enough range of motion that he wouldn’t interrupt her playing. If this was how she needed to let those feelings out, Raoul would not be the one to take that away from her.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Aug 6, 2017 10:14:37 GMT -8
His arms wrapped around her, steady and strong and warm, and she tried to keep playing but her fingers faltered, and with a last discordant note, the song ended.
That last note hung in the half dark around them, the flames of the candalabra still and hardly moving, bathing Genevieve and Raoul both in it's weak golden light.
The silk of her blonde hair caressed over his arms, faintly scented with the lilac and lemon of her shampoo. Her hands lifted, and they gently held onto the arms that were crossed over her upper chest, palms cool but fingertips warm.
For a moment, they sat like that in the quiet, and then she turned a little on the piano seat too look up at him with those secretive blue eyes, fringed with dark lashes...
... And a question hung in the air.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Aug 6, 2017 12:48:06 GMT -8
When the music faltered and stalled, Raoul flinched slightly, then gave Lady Genevieve St. James a reassuring squeeze. Reassuring her or himself, he couldn’t have said for certain. When she looked up at him, he forgot himself. They had always been a weakness of his, those beautiful blue eyes, so it was hardly surprising. He should say something, and he knew it, but the words wouldn’t come. Something soothing. Or something cheerfully flirty. Or he should open himself up, and show her the same vulnerability she had shown him. A dozen different things wrestled in his mind for supremacy, and he could not find a way to disentangle them, much less actually force himself to say one. The lingering silence stretched on, and still, Raoul couldn’t get the words out. So he gave up. He leaned down, and gently pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft, tentative kiss, partly because he more than half expected Genevieve to run away. And partly because he was afraid of his own reaction. He wanted her, and wanted to be closer to her, but he was afraid that he might be falling for her, and that even if he gave her his heart, she might crush it.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Aug 6, 2017 13:42:13 GMT -8
Genevieve was looking for something in his gaze, in his face. He looked, for that moment, almost as lost as she felt and a creeping awareness began it's way up her spine.
She could taste the tension that was rising between them, here in the half dark, could see the answer forming to the unasked question in the war the warm glow of the candles smoothed over his handsome, charming face that wasn't grinning or winking at her in the facade she'd come to know, but actually looking at her -- really looking at her -- not as a man who charmed and teased to make life bearable, but as a man who looked at her and wanted to help her make HER life bearable.
She knew what was going to happen before it did, and some part of her told her to turn away, to stop it, but a louder, screaming part of her mind told her to close her eyes and wait.
So she did. In the dim glow of candlelight of the large ballroom, Raoul kissed Genevieve for the very first time. His lips were warm, masculine, yet soft, searching. She was still at first, but as the quiet moments slipped by, she softened.
She responded.
She kissed him back.
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