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 19:14:07 GMT -8
Raoul leaned into the kiss, his legs going a little weak when he felt her kissing him back. Strong arms pulled Genevieve closer, squeezing her against his broad chest. He gradually grew more confident that she wasn’t about to break and run from him, and the kiss grew less tentative along with that. When he pulled back, it was only to kiss his way down the side of her neck
Now that he was holding her like this, the fear had evaporated. There was no worry, no concern, and the competing thoughts in his mind had been chased away completely. There was only this moment. This woman in his arms that he cared for more deeply than he had ever known he could.
Raoul sat down beside her on the bench, wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her tightly against him as he kissed her again. His other hand lifted to gently comb through her hair. All the things he had wanted to say to her for so long, he said now, wordlessly, with his lips pressed against hers.
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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 21:42:31 GMT -8
The passion built and grew, like a sonata rising and rising, anticipation of a crescendo to come. For now, Genevieve was swept into it and her own slender hands caressed over the strength of his back, feeling his lean and strong body beneath and inwardly sighing at how long it had been since she'd felt a man, since she'd been touched by a man.
Her body was responding, softening, melting, reminding her of how good it felt, of the tingles and trembles and desires that she still remembered on dark nights -- that she was feeling now as her head dropped mouth, her kiss-swollen lips parted with her sweet and panting breath while his own brushed down her graceful neck.
A sharp gasp and a small arch of the enchantress's body told Raoul that he'd found a nerve there beneath her smooth skin where her throat met her shoulder, a nerve that made her hotter, made her perfect hands clenched in the material of the night shirt he wore.
For now, Genevieve's mind was a haze of list and emotion, and so much relief that these feelings and emotions Raoul was stirring in her meant that she was alive, that she could still feel, could still be loved....
Raoul sat down beside her on the bench, his arms still on her and Genevieve felt desperate to be closer. She kissed him again, hungrily and shifted and moved, straddling his lap, her long gown taught around her thighs and knees -- too much material. While her lips met his, her tongue stroking over his, her hands swept to her robe and untied it, pulled it off her shoulders, banged against the piano keys behind her and made the notes ring out in the darkened ballroom.
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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 7, 2017 12:28:22 GMT -8
In that moment, Raoul knew he was lost. Whatever chance there might have been for him was gone. He was Genevieve’s now, heart and soul. The passion and desire of the woman climbing into his lap was beautiful and unexpected and entirely outside of Raoul’s experience with her. It was almost overwhelming, but at the same time, it was the most simple and easy thing. He held her tightly, returning the deep, hungry kiss. If this was what she needed from him, he would happily give it.
In their own different ways, they had both been alone for so long. It was almost as if fate had brought them together, each what the other had needed in that moment. That one, perfect lingering moment of togetherness that erased his fears and worries and the loneliness that lingered underneath nearly everything in his life.
He broke the kiss again, but almost immediately, his hot lips found the sensitive spot on the side of her neck once more. His teeth lightly closed over the soft flesh, just where Genevieve’s neck met her shoulder. He slid his hands over her back, and up her sides, exploring the shape of her body. With a slow, tender caress, Raoul slid his hand over the outer curve of her breast, marveling at the feel of her, the soft curves and subtle motions of desire driving his own passions ever higher.
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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 7, 2017 22:00:22 GMT -8
Small, quiet sounds were coming from her as his hands stroked, caressed, gripped, held. Quiet pants, soft moans... In his arms, the lady melted, hot silk beneath his palms, her skin even softer than the satin she wore.
Tingles and goosebumps raced down her spine, her nightgown only held by thin Lacy straps and the material so fine that it did little to hide the peak of her rosy nipples. The soft swells shifted and moved with his seeking hands, and her lips parted in a quiet cry as her golden head fell back. She arched gently, pressing her breasts into her palms, grinding herself against his lap in ways she'd never done with him, in ways she hadn't done in almost a decade, but in ways that her woman's body knew how to do in a primal and carnal need of release.
His mouth was hot and sharp at her neck, where her skin was lightly scented with the soap she used, where her pulse beat against his mouth. One hand held him tightly at his shoulder, the other buried in his hair, clutching at him as passion made her reckless and want and desperate for something other than loneliness.
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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 8, 2017 10:29:10 GMT -8
Feeling her pressing into his hands, Raoul squeezed her closer, moaning softly in response. He bit down slightly harder on her neck when she pulled him in by the hair, sucking gently on the tender flesh. He gently pushed the strap of her nightgown down over her shoulder, letting the garment fall away slightly and dipping his hand beneath. His touch was gentle, but eager as well, caressing the soft curve of her breast and tracing slow circles around her nipple with his fingertips.
Raoul’s other hand slid lower, gripping her hip tightly. Straddling his hips and grinding against him, she could feel Raoul’s passion and excitement growing as well. He moved with her, matching the roll of her hips in an instinctive counterpoint.
He released the tight grip on Genevieve for a moment, pushing his free hand between their bodies. He yanked at his pants, trying to remove some of the cloth from between them, thin as it was, without breaking contact.
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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 10, 2017 7:30:17 GMT -8
Stars, how long has it been since a man had touched her like that? Cared for her like that? Raoul's hands, hands that she knew could hold a horse's reins, could world a sword in battle, were on the heat of her skin, tracing the line of her shoulder as he pulled the thin strap of her nightgown away, brushing down to the curve of her breast where she caught her breath -- at the same time his teeth bit into her skin, being rough (she hadn't even known that she'd like that feeling after Odette's conception) -- his fingertips teased her rosy nipples.
She could swear that she felt the feeling between her thighs, tingling against her flesh where she felt Raoul hardening as well, where they rocked together. Genevieve was not a virgin, but she was not so experienced either.
He was pulling at the wealth of material between their laps, her nightgown long and the material caught around her ankle, or trapped beneath her bent knee, and as he struggled to find the skin, less of a barrier for himself (and her), she could feel his ragged breathing against her neck, keeping her on edge.
... But the time it took to search through the satin made reality creep into her mind as it always did, putting a cold pit in her stomach. "Wait, wait, Raoul~" she said his name like a prayer, a breathless moan as his mouth and hand still wrought having with her body. She was trying to tell him to stop, but her body was betraying her.
Fingers gripping tighter into his hair, and she pulled his head back from the flesh he'd slightly bruised, slightly pinkened and she kissed him fully, deeply, her mouth tipped so her lips fit perfectly, so her tongue could stroke over his, so he could taste her panting breath and growing desire and sharp desperation, and when she lifted her lips from his, she whispered hurriedly against them, "Not like this..."
She used the last of her will to beg him, but the way she was so hot, the way she was so soft, the way she was so wet told him that her body was prepared to continue into the heights of pleasure from where they sat, on a piano bench, in the ballroom, in the middle of the night.
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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 10, 2017 9:18:53 GMT -8
She said to stop. Her body was screaming for more, demanding that he keep going, clearly desperately begging for him not to stop. She kissed him hard, and he could taste the passion, the need on her lips. Her breath came in sharp gasps of desire. Her hips rocked and grinded against him, almost begging for him to take her right now. But she said to stop. It might have been the hardest thing Raoul had ever done. In the moment, it certainly felt like it. He groaned and tore his eyes from her body, then his hands, then gently lifted Lady Genevieve St. James from his lap and rose to his feet. But he didn’t set her down again just yet. With one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees, he held Gene close. He took a long, ragged breath as he tried to calm himself. Unless she protested again, Raoul turned and carried genevieve back to the stairs. Inside, he was screaming in the desperate hope that when he got her to her room, she would ask him to stay, but outwardly he was calm. Except he wasn’t. He tried to be, but Raoul was not remotely as good an actor as all that. The struggle was plain on his face, as was the desire and the passion he trying so hard to keep in check.
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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 10, 2017 13:17:32 GMT -8
She was quiet, only trying to catch her breath, only trying to calm her breathing -- so much of her hoping that he wouldn't listen to her and then a feeling of relief and pain all in one when he did. It took a toll on him; hell, it took a toll on her and she felt a blush creeping up over the swells of her breasts and her neck to her cheeks that she was in this position.
Wordlessly, he swung her up in his arms and carried her out of the ballroom, leaving the glow of the candalabra behind them for the long shadows and the pale blue of the moonlight coming through the tall windows as he made for the grand staircase.
She held onto his shoulders, her long nightgown draped over his arms, her body soft in his arms and close against him, and she knew where he was going to take her. To bed. She swallowed at the idea.
When he came to the base of the staircase, she strained a little in his arms, like she wanted to walk on her own two bare feet.
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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 10, 2017 21:05:23 GMT -8
Raoul hesitated slightly. The thought of giving up another level of intimacy was painful to him, but his better nature won out again. Giving Lady Genevieve St. James a gentle squeeze, he lowered her to her feet carefully. He tried not to stare at her, standing at the foot of the staircase in the moonlight. He attempted to look away and let her make her choice on her own. He failed utterly. She was even more beautiful than ever like this, pale skin blushing pink with arousal, the dim light shadowing her eyes. Raoul tried to look somewhere else, but instead, he stared at her with naked adoration and desire. There was lust, beyond all doubt, but his passions ran deeper than that as well. He gave up trying to resist, instead stepping close and reaching to take her hands. He would stop when she said stop, but he wouldn’t leave until she told him to.
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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 12, 2017 11:10:02 GMT -8
Just looking at him made her heart race. He was classically handsome, and he was disheveled and burning with desire because of her, FOR her, and she felt an answer to his lust in her own body.
He stepped even closer and took her hands in his. Her head lowered, golden hair swaying, unbound as he had never seen before this night. Her heart was racing beneath her breast, her skin still tingled with the memory of his touch.
Yet reality had entered into the heat, cooling everything as logic began to war against desire in her mind. He was young. Much younger than her. And virile. He deserved a woman that wouldn't drag him down, or make him stay. She knew he was a charmer and she'd known that since they met at a fair food stall. And she...
Well, she was Genevieve.
"I'm sorry, Raoul," she said quietly in the night, squeezing his hands once, then pulling them free. "I'm so sorry." And if he let her, she ran away from him to the safety of her room.
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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 19, 2017 9:40:21 GMT -8
The next morning...
There was hustle and bustle coming from Genevieve's room. Her door was open, and she could be heard inside, quietly talking to two maids who were helping her pack her things into a beautiful trunk. The sun was streaming through her windows, and she looked just as put together and gracefully calm as she always did. Gowned in a soft lavender-grey, she was simple elegance as she decided between the coats and boots she'd bring with her.
Below in the stablehouse, a carriage and horses were being prepared, and the talk among the plantation was that the Mistress was going to be taking a vacation for the first time since she moved there a few years ago. The rumor was that she was going to look for her sister, Queen Arianne -- or queen no longer? The news of the Gauldish Civil War had come to the house early that morning, and no one knew where the Queen and her children were.
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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 21, 2017 12:34:18 GMT -8
Raoul approached hesitantly. After the night before, he wasn’t sure where he stood with Genevieve, but he knew that he couldn’t just let her leave without saying anything. She seemed calm, collected, perfectly normal. He knew she had a knack for putting on that mask, but it was still hard to see.
He was from unaffected, and it was clear at a glance that all was not well with the man. He was tired, disheveled, still wearing the clothes he had thrown on the night before to go looking for her. But more than that, he was confused and worried and hurt. He had been up through the night, dwelling on what had happened, and what had not, and he still couldn’t make sense of it.
Clearing his throat softly, he rapped his knuckles on the open door, trying to get Genevieve’s attention without being too intrusive. He waited for her to look up, then cleared his throat again before finally speaking. “Good, ah… good morning, Señora. Sorry to interrupt. I was just wondering if there is anything I can do…”
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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 21, 2017 17:14:47 GMT -8
She looked up from where she had been speaking to a maid, and she visibly stiffened. Genevieve swallowed. God, it had been such a mistake last night.
So much of her still remembered the way his lips tasted, the way his hands felt on her body, the feeling he had woken that she hadn't felt since Florian...
And so much of her also felt regret.
"Raoul," she said on a single note, then let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Turning, the golden haired enchantress quietly asked for the maid to leave them alone, and she did so... After casting a knowing glance at the both of them.
Genevieve didn't move closer to him, but continued to stand in the sunlight that streamed down near the edge of her bed.
"I've received word that Gauldin is in Civil War. My sister and her children are missing," Genevieve said, her Gauldish accent heavier on her words than usual. "I'm leaving to go find them."
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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 22, 2017 9:52:46 GMT -8
“I see…” The news that was leaving was hardly a great surprise, considering the state of the house. Her sister going missing, on the other hand, was a different beast. He knew the Genevieve had been at least somewhat estranged from her family in Gauldin, but not knowing where they were or how to contact them if she wanted to was not going to be easy, regardless.
And it certainly wasn’t the time to be dealing with his little issue over the night before. If anything, it made more sense now than before, at least. Raoul combed his fingers through his dark locks and nodded. “If there is a war, the roads will not be safe. Let me go with you.”
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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 23, 2017 7:47:29 GMT -8
The enchantress looked across the distance at him, disheveled and tired and confused -- because of her. She'd had a hard night sleeping as well, thinking about him across the hall, thinking about what he'd done to her in the ballroom... what she'd done to him. And then, of course, her mind had begun to think of all the reasons why she shouldn't, and one of those reasons was Ryden Greyiron.
Raoul surprised her, however, when he asked to go with her. Genevieve blinked, and then rounded the edge of the bed, stepping closer... but not close enough to touch him, even if they reached out to each other. "I... I cannot ask that of you," Genevieve said, looking directly into his face. "You don't even know my family, you'd be putting yourself in unnecessary danger..."
She swallowed, and whet her lips a little. With a soft breath, she lifted her hand to brush a stray lock of gold from her face. "I am not even sure how long it may take."
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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 24, 2017 3:50:35 GMT -8
“I do not know your family, no.” He shook his head and started to take a step closer, then thought better of it. He left her the room between them she had created, even if everything in him was screaming at him to close the distance. There were more important things happening at the moment. Even if she didn’t run afoul of some rebel forces that knew of he relationship to the crown, in wars, no roads were truly safe. Deserters and bandits would be emboldened by the chaos, and Lady Genevieve St. James would make a tempting target. He wasn’t a soldier, but Raoul knew his way around a blade and a bow. With luck, his presence might even see troublemakers choosing to seek out easier prey. “But I know you. And as you said, there will be dangers. There is a better place for me than to wait here and worry. Let me go with you.”
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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 28, 2017 6:41:34 GMT -8
Genevieve's large blue eyes were staring at him, her fringe of dark lashes widening their gaze, the emotional turmoil she was in clearly showing in their almost-violet depths. There was no hiding the truth when it came the Gauldish enchantress; Raoul would be able to see it for himself even if she didn't say the words. There was conflict there between what she desired most, what she truly wanted most, what her duties were, her obligations. What her heart and head and body wanted were mixed together, and it was not an easy battle within her.
And what's more, she could sense it in Raoul, too... And that did not help her own battle at all.
Genevieve hesitated again, long moments of silence following. Her gaze dropped and she put a hand to her temple, then stepped forward and looked at him again. She wasn't a silly girl of nineteen to let her emotions run this way and that, obeying her urges. She was a full grown woman, a mother once, a wife once, a business woman now. She'd endured so much already...
Part of her wondered if Raoul would have even offered if last night had never happened, and that part of her also one knew that yes, he would have. He was a good man.
Which, of course, was another problem.
"I want to leave before the sun is much higher," she said, lifting her gaze to look at him again. "I have hired some guards already, and I will inform them that you're in charge." She swallowed. Was this a mistake? The memories we're still so fresh in her mind, on her skin. She turned away from him and walked toward her small escritoire.
"Pack, while I write a letter. We'll leave after," she said over her shoulder as she sat down in her handsome gown.
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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 28, 2017 7:58:11 GMT -8
Raoul nodded, reached out tentatively towards Lady Genevieve St. James , then lightly rested his hand on her shoulder. Not for long, just a moment. Then he turned back to his own rooms across the hall. He was used to traveling light, and leaving in a hurry, so it didn’t take him long. In truth, there was little he had done here to make the rooms his own rather than the same empty guest suite it had been when he arrived here. But what few things he had done, he chose to mostly leave. It wasn’t much, but the symbolic gesture that he meant to return here was important to him. After all these years, he had finally found a home. And while he was away, he would still have one back here waiting for him. It had been a while, but he wasn’t so far out of practice that he had lost the ability to be ready to go quickly. He was waiting with the wagon when Genevieve was ready, armed, armored, and leading his horse. Ready for the road and serious dangers, Raoul did not appear as the dashing hero, or the knight in shining armor. He was a professional monster-hunter, bearing the wicked-looking tools of his trade. Instead of a lance and banner snapping in the breeze, Raoul had a bundle of barbed harpoons. If not for the cheerful chatter with the others was they waited, he would have presented a very grim appearance. But it was his nature to be pleasant, and while he had been in Deuxcoeurs, he had befriended several among Genevieve’s staff.
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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 29, 2017 7:13:33 GMT -8
She swallowed when he reached out to touch her, wondering if he'd grab her and hold her the way he'd done hours ago in the dark of night. He didn't. His touch was brief, and then Raoul was walking quickly away to pack. To join her on this journey to find Queen Arianne, Crown Prince Voltaire, and Princess Gabrielle. When he was gone, Genevieve closed her eyes and put a hand at her throat. She took a few breaths to calm herself, and then running her hands lightly over her hair, she turned to her desk and sat down to write: To Ryden GreyironShe scratched it out. That seemed too stiff. This was a man who understood her on deep levels. Her mind began to compare Ryden and Raoul, the pros and cons of both and in her frustration she crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the bin, took another breath, and began again in a calmer, more flowing script. Dear Ryden,
Perhaps you have already heard. Gauldin has fallen to civil war, and I think, truly, it surprises no one. As far as I have heard, Renaux [she paused here, wondering if she should cross out the name. It seemed too familiar, but she continued on.] , the rightful King of Gauldin, is still alive, but his wife... my sister... They say she is missing, along with the children. I know they are not with Renaux, for the message I have received was from his desk. He tells me I should wait for more information, but I cannot. I intend to search for her, and I think I know where she might have fled. [One more, Genevieve paused and wondered if she should add more.] I have protection, [her quill hesitated. Should she mention Raoul? Her heart squeezed in her chest at the situation she found herself in, and she decided not] and I myself am stronger than I was just a year ago. When I am at my next destination, I will write you again. Please be safe in Quying.And she signed with a flourish, Yours, Genevieve St. James.She sanded her letter and folded it, sealed it, and then she whispered to it, quiet, soft-spoken words in her beautiful native tongue, and the paper seemed to almost gain wings, dancing in her palm like a bird. She moved to the window and opened it, and the living letter flew into the sky. The sound of the carriage coming up the drive alerted her that it was time to go. With finality, she closed the window and locked it. She picked up her coat and her hat and her gloves and she made her way downstairs, to where Raoul was waiting in the foyer. His handsomeness and youth struck her once more, but she gifted him with a small smile instead. "Shall we?" she asked him and breezed by. On to adventure...
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