Fianna
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Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Post by Fianna on Feb 20, 2020 20:03:56 GMT -8
She worked hard with him and proved to be very quick to learn. Of course, she had a long way to go before she would be adept at fighting, but she was becoming more and more nimble each night with all the practice they did. As far as the night went, she accepted each kiss with relish like it was the last time she would get to feel such a thing.
When she bathed, it was in cold water, but Gods did it feel good. When they weren't so hurried anymore, she seemed to relax around him quite a lot more as well. She thought about him the whole time she stood in the water, glad for the cold to keep her grounded. She washed her hair, then got out, dried, and dressed again. She headed for camp and sat by the fire if it was already burning, brushing her long hair to help it dry.
For the first time since they met, she started to sing without being asked.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 21, 2020 17:20:45 GMT -8
He’d gotten the fire going, the sleeping roll was laid out, there was a log over by the fire he’d kicked a few ways over in order to have it available for a seat. One that he was capitalizing on waiting on her to finish so he could go wash himself. He’d disappear when she came up and he’d be back in a short period of time in a fresh pair of clothes. He’d folded the dirty ones in the bottom of his rucksack before returning to the fire.
Then he heard her open her mouth to sing. He paused mid step back to the fire to watch her. His dark eyes rested upon her form the light from the fire cast upon his face his dark curls wet and falling over his forehead.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Feb 23, 2020 10:33:22 GMT -8
She looked up at him when he returned and smiled, continuing to sing. It was a completely different experience from what he might have gotten in the keep; she wasn't strained or forced and therefore was lighter and easier... not that she had been bad before, but being forced and doing it willingly were two different things. "He came to me in a dream, the lad with the dark eyes. I never knew what love was like until he came to me that night. The lad did smile and said to me, 'Pretty lass, grant me a kiss. For you're the loveliest that I have seen... oh, will you give me this?' And to the lad, I lent my lips, a kiss as soft as clouds... My heart began to beat like drums, thunderous and loud! I woke up in the morning with his kisses on my mind. Perhaps one day I'll kiss this man, this lad I hope to find." She trailed off word wise and hummed the tune from that point, and finished grooming herself.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 25, 2020 19:22:55 GMT -8
His return from the stream had been marked by her singing. Water dripping down from the nape of his neck onto his collar from where he’d not been able to dry it properly. He wished for a lute so he might have accompanied her but when he heard her sing he knew he could not match it. Even as adept as he was with plucking the strings she would have shined so much brighter. Perhaps it might have kept his attention away from how she ran her fingers through her hair. How the firelight cast her in its baleful glow from where he sat.
He rose when she finished singing, crossed over, and sat beside her on the log. He gave her a few inches of space so he could face her properly, “You really do have a lovely singing voice Fianna.”
He had other things to say, other things he wanted to say, but they escaped him in that moment because he was flushed with the very idea of having to put it into words.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Feb 25, 2020 21:22:11 GMT -8
"So do you, Bart," she murmured softly as he sat down. She let her eyes meet his then and she reached a hand to his, then leaned in and kissed him the way he always kissed her. Gods, but he took her breath away... She sighed and then let her head fall to his shoulder, scooting closer to him to make that easier. "I have something to confess... I..." She lifted her head again and then squeezed his hand once more. She wanted to say her feelings. "I am a little cold," she said lamely instead, but at least it served a purpose. She used her hand to pull his arm around her shoulders. She grinned at him cheekily.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 26, 2020 7:21:15 GMT -8
He kissed her for all he was worth, because he wanted to, he would meet her lips with an eagerness that betrayed the emotion behind it. The gentle insistence that this was more than it ever should have been. Maybe it was fate that Gem had tossed him from his horse. He was not certain as to it but did enjoy the thought that things were predetermined in some small ways.
When she drew his arm around her he would laugh. He used his free hand to stoke the fire which washed over them, "Let me grab a blanket as well."
He rose up but did not leave her for long, coming back he half draped it over her shoulders before spreading it over his own as he sat back down. His arm returned to her but not over her shoulders, it wrapped around her waist and drew her in close. He kissed her forehead lightly looking over her dark hair into the forest around them. This was more familiar to him, to her, and it was beautiful, but not more than her.
"Fianna?"
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Feb 26, 2020 7:36:51 GMT -8
How could those kisses take every breath from her in an instant? Gods, but the way he kissed her that time did just that and she was left almost dizzy with the thrill of it all. How had this happened? She who never wanted to marry or find love was falling deeply and irrevocably in love with Barthlomew Eads. Fianna did not think she wanted to turn back anyway. He was the first person to ever listen to her, the first to give her consideration, the first to come to her aid when she was in some sort of trouble... and she loved him.
Being cold had been a fib, though not too much of one because when he moved away from her, she did feel the chill and was glad that he offered to get a blanket.
Her eyes followed his movements the whole time he was up, and then when he drew her to him, she sighed in content and rested her forehead onto his shoulder. The kiss to her forehead made her smile and she closed her eyes to relish the feeling he evoked within her. Her name was like a caress from his lips. "Yes?" she opened her eyes to watch the fire as it danced languidly within the pit, casting golden light in a circle around the camp.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 26, 2020 17:15:16 GMT -8
The chill had been warded off by the fire, by the blanket wrapped around them, by the warmth of her body that was settled against him and him against her. What sort of life had he led before he knew the comfort of her gentle love. He'd not lied when he told her that he would never forget her but now it was another sort of forgetfulness that he would have to beg for if she ever left him.
It was with this in mind, with knowing what losing her meant, that he felt prompted to speak his mind. He would live to regret it otherwise. Therefore with his heart full and his mind left wondering about the impossibilities of what was coming next he would finally let it drop.
"I think your fighting skills are really coming along."
Wait, that wasn't it, he panicked and said the wrong thing. Just as she had, "Uh, I mean, you've come a long way in the last week and if you keep at it you'll be really proficient."
Babbling, that was what he was doing and what he had not intended to do. He sucked in a deep breath and would then rather sharply correct himself, "I'm sorry Fianna, I'm nervous, I want to tell you that I care about you, deeply. I am glad you are here with me."
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Feb 26, 2020 17:45:51 GMT -8
She gave him an expectant look with those blue eyes of hers, waiting for what he had to say. Her heart was in her throat. Was he about to declare his undying love? And then the words came about her fighting skills. A blank look washed over her face and she was about to turn away, but he was bumbling by that point. And finally, when he said what he was really trying to say, her cheeks reddened and she pulled back a little more to give him a look. "You care for me?" She felt embarrassed that she thought he was going to declare that he loved her. Oh, Gods, she felt so stupid.
"I..." She wasn't any better than he was apparently, because now it was her turn to bumble. "I... I care for you too... That is... I... think I care more than just deeply." There, she said it and it wasn't very graceful. but it was out and the relief was palpable. But it still wasn't what she had meant to say. She wanted to say more. You know what, she thought?
She pulled away even more so she could turn her body and look at him, "No, I don't just care for you. I love you. There. I said it." Her eyes were fierce, "And now you're stuck with me, Barthlomew Eads!"
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Barthlomew Eads
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 27, 2020 11:48:17 GMT -8
“Stuck with you am I?” He was rather amused at the back and forth that she had done. It had taken her a moment to get to the point and when she finally did he was glad that she had, “Well I suppose it is a good thing that I love you as well if I am to be stuck with you.”
He’d gotten it out, even if it had been intermixed with a joke. Which frankly was his style and if it had not been it might have been concerning.
So there they were, two people in love sitting by a fire and looking at each other with flushed cheeks as they struggled to express how they felt. She’d beaten him to the punch simply because she’d rambled long enough to do it, and he, well he was grinning from ear to ear his cheeks beginning to hurt at the very fact they’d come together in such a manner.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Feb 27, 2020 12:45:36 GMT -8
"You are." She said proudly and with a toothy grin. She moved closer and settled her hand on his arm. "Despite my best efforts of staying away from you early on, you have become a part of me and I am part of you." And then he actually said the words, which made her heart sing.
They were funny, she thought, going back and forth in such a bumbling and sweet manner that it hurt to smile.
She leaned in and kissed him in a way she had been shy to do before, her hand squeezing at his arm a little. "Say it again," she murmured after breaking the said kiss. "Say you love me." The humor had gone from her voice by that point, it was just a matter of her wanting to confirm it.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 28, 2020 16:50:59 GMT -8
He actually laughed when she scooted closer. He reached over and touched the edge of her cheek when she looked up to him her kiss leaving him where he felt he would have said it for her as many times as she requested it. "I love you Fianna, I love your stubbornness and tenacity, I love your kind heart and your healing hands, and I love that you have learned to love me in return."
It may have been funny before, the last part, but it wasn't when he looked at her like that, because she could have said she would never feel so strongly about him as he did in return. He looked into her eyes and kept her there for a moment simply because she captured him.
"I love you for all you are."
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Feb 28, 2020 17:25:34 GMT -8
He said it without hesitation. She smiled and threw her arms around him. She buried her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. When she pulled back, it was to meet his gaze with her own and to move her hands to his. "I feel better now that we have said it. How about you?" her eyes danced with laughter at how silly they were for bumbling about it when they were both feeling strongly about each other.
But the way he looked at her made her smile die, not in a bad way, but because his eyes were so intense. He loved her for all that she was. "And I love you more than I can say." her smile was soft as she squeezed his hands.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 28, 2020 17:32:24 GMT -8
He rose up then, suddenly, keeping her hands in his, he asked her to stand with just the slightest pressure, "Much better," he told her, "but I need to do one thing."
When she stood he would wrap his arms about her explaining as he did so, "When I was a boy I used to see my father do this to my mother and I thought that's what you did when you were in love. So now I feel as if I have to do it."
He would lift her and twirl her about before settling on her feet and bending down to kiss her. It was the sort of romantic gesture that was missed by so many and her hair almost dry it flung around her and it would fall gracefully about her neck as he settled her. He kissed her as if he might never see her again, because back then he'd not understood his father was never promised to be able to come home. Now he knew that feeling of worry but he promised himself he would not make her feel such.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Feb 28, 2020 19:26:43 GMT -8
She rose with him as he asked her to stand without words, then she grew curious as to what he was about to do that he declared that he needed to.
A slow smile formed when he wrapped his arms around her and explained about his father and mother. She had no idea what one did when they were in love, and longed to know. He was going to show her though.
She laughed as he lifted and spun, the sound dying and turning into a sigh when he kissed her. Oh, oh my, she thought. Warmth spread all the way down to her toes, butterflies danced in her belly. Her eyes drifted closed as she relished the feeling he evoked within her, the sense of being cherished. Her arms lifted up and wrapped around him, she returned the kiss like she would never see him again.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 1, 2020 8:34:31 GMT -8
When he drew away he placed his forehead lightly against hers, "Thank you."
It was his love for her and the gratefulness that she had allowed him to do something that most might find silly and yet she'd only laughed in excitement. As she was settled back on her feet he would whisper so only she could hear, "I do love you Fianna, despite your best efforts originally to discourage me."
He was grinning in such a way that it could not be taken away, at least not easily.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Mar 1, 2020 12:54:41 GMT -8
"I tried to warn you," she said breathlessly, "But you just wouldn't listen." Her grin was wide as she spoke and she felt dizzy still from the spinning. She didn't think about what might have happened after she left her father's home, she did not think about what could happen; if her father would come looking for her or otherwise. She was too busy thinking about right then, right there, the now. Her eyes were soft as they peered into his and she said, "You are a grinning fool," with her eyes dancing in humor.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 2, 2020 7:14:24 GMT -8
"I've been called worse," he relayed his grin not being taken away by her teasing. She could have scolded him at that moment and he did not think that it would ruin his mood, "Besides you're stuck with me now so I am your grinning fool."
That seemed to amuse him most of all, "But that does not mean you're getting out of practice tomorrow, though I will let you off tonight because you buttered up the teacher."
Gem who had been standing aside raised her head her ears pointing forward. There was a soft whinney from the horse its neck craning around towards Bart as it kept its ears back, away from him. Bart glanced to the horse before his stance stiffened, "We'll have company soon," he told Fianna looking back to her, "I'm going to say that I am going to get water here in a moment," his voice was down to a whisper, "I want you to go back to sitting. My sword is behind the log, make sure you look for it before you sit down."
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Mar 2, 2020 10:35:36 GMT -8
"Of course you have," she laughed softly and gave him another kiss after he expressed that she was stuck with him. She didn't mind that she was going to be with him like that, after all, he was a handsome, funny, smart, and the list went on, man. Her eyes continued to dance with laughter even as he said she had buttered him up. "As if that was why I told you I love you." she chuckled.
And then she grew serious.
She nodded at his direction and did as he said, first checking for the location of the weapon and then sitting on the log. She sat in nervous silence, pretending to be occupied by the cheerful fire that danced in the pit...
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 2, 2020 18:16:46 GMT -8
"I'll go fill up the canteens," he said quite loudly sauntering off that direction. He did not feel eyes upon them just yet, which was why he slipped his bow and quiver off from beside the tree but Gem was never mistaken.
He did not travel very far simply circling about to a vantage point in the shadows. The only truly easy place to come through the foliage was from the West. If they approached from anywhere else it was clearly an ambush. He knocked an arrow and hunkered in next to the tree practically invisible there.
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