Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 26, 2016 21:21:28 GMT -8
Morrigan had gone around breaking things? Zaræn couldn't help himself he laughed. It was a long low belly laugh filled with genuine mirth and amusement. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself. They had both made each other wretchedly miserable. It was a crime that they had spent so long apart, because of their own insecurities. Still the laughter won't stop. Even when the server comes with their drinks he barely manages to stifle it. The waitress giving her boss a look half concern, half what is wrong with you. After a moment he finally calms down and says wiping away an imagined tear.
"My apologies Amour. It was just the realization that we both threw a tantrum, instead of talking to each other like adults. Perhaps we really were made for each other. How could we inflict such childish souls as ours on others, nest-ce pas?"
Zaræn picks up his glass of wine and swirls the contents. After a moment he offers it to her in toast.
"I am glad you stayed as well. I would have been quite put out if I had went to all the trouble of putting this together, only to find you had left. Put out and wretchedly sad and angry at myself for losing this chance. So a toast to taking a chance on something more."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196 
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 26, 2016 21:30:17 GMT -8
When Zaræn began to laugh, Morrigan quirked a brow at him, lips curved in an amusement that was openly reflected in the shifting peach within her hair. What in the world was so funny, she wondered? Taking her glass of wine when the waitress arrived, she gave the woman a nod of thanks, and raised it toward her lips as she waited for her lover to calm down and explain what was so funny. Before she could take a sip, the reason came out, and she blinked.. then began laughing. Placing her fingers over her mouth to try and stifle the mirth didn't do much, and she finally managed to rein it back to the occasional chuckle. "Oh, my goodness. I didn't even think of it like that. You make an excellent point."
Gazing fondly at him as he raised his glass, she was about to take a sip, but paused when he clearly indicated a toast. Altering the trajectory of her glass, she waited for his words, and her eyes softened as that violet hue once more swirled through her hair as he made his toast. Gently tapping the rim of her wineglass to his, she smiled over at Zaræn, and spoke softly. "Yes.. taking a chance.. that's most definitely something I can drink to." And drink she did, gently tipping the crisp white wine into her mouth. Lowering the glass as she swallowed, she laid her free hand atop the table. Just within reach. Should he feel like taking it. This was still so new to them both, she wasn't going to push anything. Although that reminded her... "I didn't know you had a brother. What is he like?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 27, 2016 7:42:46 GMT -8
The hand on the table is eyed for a moment. Zaræn takes a sip of wine and gathers his resolve. Hesitantly Zaræn reaches out and takes her hand in his. After a moment he relaxes and gives her hand a squeeze. There is a strange sort of casual intimacy in the gesture that is new to him. It is odd, but pleasant to hold her hand in his for no other reason than to enjoy it's warmth.
Then Morrigan asked about his brother. Zaræn frowned took a sip of wine and thought on how to answer that. He loved his brother certainly, and when things got rough Gregor had been who he went to for advice. Still his brother didn't make for the best conversation topic. How did he describe the man without coming off as crass. Zaræn wasn't sure it could be done.
"My brother Gregor is The Commandant of the Anti Magic Task Force. This technically makes him the highest military officer in the land. No one but the king can give him orders, and only two other officers are not subordinate to him. If you ever talk to any of the academy students you might have an idea of his personality. He is all hard edges and gruff anger. In short he is the exact opposite of me. He is also really my half brother, he is twenty years older and the product of our fathers first marriage. Despite how cruel and mean most people think he is I love him. He practically raised me after all. My mother died in labour and my father was not the best."
Zaræn took a swig of wine. It was surprisingly exhausting answering questions with straight forward truth. He'd have thought pretty lies and deflection would take more effort.
"What about you Amour? Any family?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 27, 2016 10:06:01 GMT -8
Oh. She didn't think he'd actually do it. That didn't stop her from grinning slightly when Zaræn took her hand, nor did it halt the deepening of the purple coloration within her hair. She said nothing about it, though. Morrigan simply sipped at her wine and listened intently while Zaræn spoke of his brother. He certainly didn't sound like a very pleasant sort - or maybe he was, and he was just one of those people where you needed to take some time to get beneath the surface. She had the odd thought that she may end up meeting the man one day. That was.. unsettling. She dismissed it, though, with the realization that she would happily deal with that if the time came, if it meant she was still with Zaræn. The question about her family made her shrug.
"I have my parents and a few cousins, both distant and not. Fae birth rates tend to be very low, due to our long-lived nature, so it's rare for families to have more than one child. Not to mention, most marriages are usually either political or simply by virtue of a strong enough amicability that the involved parties feel they can put up with each other for that long, so one child is generally considered enough to satisfy any sort of societal requirements. I happen to be the product of one of the more friendly unions, but my mother is, at the end of the day, quite vain - she didn't like the way her body looked during pregnancy, and thus, I am the only child of this branch of the da Silverlain line." She smirked and tipped her wineglass to him in a mock toast, then sipped at the liquid therein. It wasn't a sore subject for her.. she was obviously quite amused.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 27, 2016 16:45:40 GMT -8
Their food arrives and is set in front of them. The server gives her boss another shocked look, but wisely remains silent as she walks away. Zaræn doesn't immediately release Morrigan's hand when the food arrives. Instead he listens to her story with on inquisitive brow raised. When she is done he gives her hand another gentle squeeze, then he takes up his fork and begins to eat.
"And they say romance is dead. I don't know why I always thought the fae would be wild and passionate. Now you tell me they are as cold and calculated as the nobility. At least I know your affections are genuine. No political gains in pursuing a bartender, nest-ce pas?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 27, 2016 17:36:39 GMT -8
The shocked look the waitress aimed at Zaræn amused Morrigan to no end, and she had to stifle her laughter into her wineglass as she eyed her lover over the vessel's rim. Oh, this was priceless. He was going to get ribbed for weeks over this, wasn't he? Setting the glass down, she waited for him to let go of her hand, and was quietly pleased when he did so after bestowing it with an affectionate squeeze. That purple color in her hair deepened slightly, and she smiled at him as she plucked up a piece of cheese, idly waving it in his direction as she spoke.
"Politics has never been something I enjoyed, and engaged in only to keep myself relatively safe from the machinations of others. The gains to be had from your companionship are wholly personal and thoroughly enjoyable, I assure you." Her eyes sparkled with heat and mischief as she took a bite of that delicious dairy square, her emotions reflected in the brief threading of intensely passionate pink through her hair. It was gone quickly, leaving only violet, peach, and hints of yellow. "Honestly, I'm surprised you knew I was Fae. I thought knowledge of my kind had been lost to most realms. How did you know, anyway?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 27, 2016 18:11:55 GMT -8
A mouthful of fries, gravy, cheese, and bacon is skewered and consumed. Poutine was by far one of his finest creations. Sure it was unhealthy and left one feeling bloated, but damn if it wasn't tasty. Her words struck a chord with him, he could understand not wanting to get involved in other peoples schemes. His natural talents had lead to many people trying to rope him into work. It had all seemed so petty and pointless, which is why he opened a bar instead.
"I didn't know you were Fae it was just an educated guess amour. Your features are a little too perfect to be human. You have pointed ears but the wrong bone structure to be elven. I can see that your are wreathed in magic, I think a glamour though I am not certain. You also use magic as effortlessly as you breath. Then you avoided touching the wrought iron railing on those stairs. Many little details pointing towards a definitive inhuman answer. Given the clues the number of possible entities you could be was small. Fae seemed the most likely by far so I guessed and you confirmed it. Simple, nest-ce pas?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 27, 2016 18:56:44 GMT -8
As Zaræn expanded on how, precisely, he'd come to his very accurate guess of her species, Morrigan sampled this and that of her meal, and looked at him with a great deal of amusement. His observant nature had served him well in this little pseudo-investigation of his, and she was grinning by the time he finished his recitation. Then she began to laugh, a quiet, husky sound that lasted for several long moments. When she wrangled it down to the occasional soft chuckle, she took a sip of her wine, and fixed him with a fond, if mirthful, look.
"Very well done. You're correct, it is in fact a glamour - I was warned by my mother before coming to this realm that my unaltered appearance might alarm mortals, and so I took precautions. Perhaps one of these days I will lower it so that you can see what a Fae looks like without one.. maybe I'll also tell you about how I got my traitorous hair." Perhaps it would surprise him to learn that the chameleon propensities of her hair was not normal Fae magic. It was her most closely-guarded secret, and after what had happened last time she shared it with someone - other than her parents - she was surprised she was considering it at all.. but she didn't doubt Zaræn's trustworthiness for a moment.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 27, 2016 19:54:36 GMT -8
"I will wait with baited breath for the day you trust me with such things Amour."
Dinner is consumed over the course of their conversation. They talk of many small things and enjoy excellent wine. When the plates are cleared away Zaræn fixes her with a look. Normally this would be the part where she would leave. Well sort of at any rate. It was usually dinner, sex, leave. The order was a bit confused with the sex coming before dinner. He also found he didn't want her to go just yet. He suspected she felt the same way, the question was how did he frame the request. He didn't want her to think he just wanted more sex. Though more sex was certainly something he wanted. He simply wanted to enjoy her company for a while longer.
"I don't suppose you would like to continue this conversation upstairs?"
He said this keeping the notes of seduction and flirtation out of his voice. Trying to make it clear he genuinely wanted to continue talking. Sky and stars this was a new experience for him.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 27, 2016 20:06:04 GMT -8
The look Morrigan gave him at that comment said she already trusted him, implicitly. Why was she waiting, then? Perhaps it was a matter of screwing up the courage to expose her greatest secret, which was far from easy. But they soon settled into a comfortably light conversation over their respective drinks and dinners, during which she steadily edged closer to Zaræn, until they were sitting nearly pressed against each other. By the time they finished, she was one and a half glasses of wine in and pleasantly warm. Eyeing him with evident amusement as she sipped at her second glass of wine, she blinked when that question was presented to her. It was clear he wasn't trying to get her into his bed, and while that was surprising.. it also made her smile.
"I would absolutely like to continue this conversation upstairs." Finishing her drink, she set the empty glass down and slid out of the booth, then casually extended her hand to him. Conversation.. that was a new one for her. She didn't doubt that said discussion would soon end with them in his bed once more, but she was happy to wait for that. The affection which spun slowly through her hair in muted shades of pale violet made that clear.. even if there was the occasional flicker of rich pink. "Shall we?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 27, 2016 20:37:22 GMT -8
Zaræn took her hand graciously and lead his amour upstairs. His loft was much as Morrigan saw it last time, though perhaps a bit tidier. Had he cleaned up in expectation of this? Who could say? He leads her to the sunken area with the sofas and then on a whim he sits. As he sits he does not release her hand instead spinning her about and pulling her down with him. The effect of this move is she is sitting in his lap, his arm around her waist. He resists the urge to start kissing her neck. Instead contenting himself to just enjoying her slight weight against his body. So here they were alone in his room ready to continue a conversation. The thought made him nervous which was odd he supposed. Most people would be worried about something else if they were alone with a beautiful woman. Still he wasn't most people. The question was what to talk about?
"So amour how do you think your new liqueur will sell. Also what will you name it? I have to admit I think the name I chose is not the most marketable. Though it did serve as an excellent way to make a point."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 27, 2016 21:28:49 GMT -8
Following Zaræn up the stairs and into his loft, Morrigan took only the most cursory glance around. She was far more focused on the handsome man whose hand she was currently holding, and following him over to the sunken seating area. A wry smile curled across her lips as she gazed at the item of furniture, remembering that this was where their hesitant little romance had really begun. She did not, however, expect him to pull her down onto his lap, and when he did, a soft, surprised sound fell from her lips.. and was almost immediately followed by soft chuckles. Shifting about so that she was settled more comfortably - turned sideways atop him, with her legs tucked up on the couch and her feet hanging off the edge - she propped her elbow on the back of the couch, her arm halfway resting on the shoulder of his it crossed over, and propped her cheek against her hand. She could see he was nervous. That was so.. endearing. It made her smile, equal measures of violet, yellow, and peach spinning through her hair as she casually reached back and freed it from its knot, letting the tresses hang free.
"I think it will do quite well, although it will probably have a niche clientele who prefer it. And while the name you selected might not be marketable, I find myself rather attached to it.. but I will definitely be selecting a different one. I have no thoughts on what that might be, at the moment, but I'll most assuredly put some thought into it." Lifting her head from its place resting against her hand, she put the slender fingers of that appendage to better use by idly toying with his hair, stroking the tip of one digit along the grey streak above his ear. For some reason, she found the pale sections utterly charming, and her lips tilted in a small smirk.
"Perhaps I'll call it the Scarlet Siren's Song, hm?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 28, 2016 8:29:28 GMT -8
Feeling her perfect body move on top of him was rather pleasant. It also produced the expected result, he was however determined to ignore that for a while yet. Zaræn smiles in appreciation when Morrigan looses her hair. He reaches out to twine his fingers in her ever changing locks; even as she runs her fingers through his.
Zaræn cocks an eye brow at the name she suggests. Sirens song? The parallels between the creatures and herself were plain. Both unnaturally beautiful, both marvelous singers. Of course considering that he had to tease her a bit...
"Sirens song, you want to name it after a mythical creature who lures men in with its song, then eats then? Should I be worried Amour? Or jealeous?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 28, 2016 9:36:51 GMT -8
Morrigan's nose crinkled a bit at his words, and then a grin appeared on her lips as she laughed. Her fingertips twirled through Zaræn's hair, giving it a gentle, playful tug as she responded. "I can promise you, darling, that you will enjoy any eating of your person which may occur." As though to prove this, she leaned in, her lips feathering against his pulse point.. then again at the corner of his jaw.. then just below his ear, the lobe of which immediately received a gentle, teasing nip of her pearly whites.
"Besides, was it not partially my voice which lured you into my home, and my bed, and your fascination with me? Which has now resulted in our.. mutual understanding. Perhaps by calling it Siren's Song, it will coax others into braving the same adventure.. albeit with someone else, as this songbird is no longer free to be captured." She chuckled softly, drawing back just slightly so that she could gaze at him. That rich violet dominated most of the other colors in her hair, but it was also heavily laced with deep pink.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 28, 2016 10:03:28 GMT -8
"They will have to settle for someone less. Speaking of your singing voice..."
Zaræn had decided that he was done conversing for the moment. His lips find the point at the base of her neck where her pulse beats. He hikes up the skirt of her dress with a beat of work and slips a hand in. He wanted to make his little song bird sing.
<Fade to black.>
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 28, 2016 10:27:50 GMT -8
His reaction drew that husky laughter from Morrigan, although she certainly didn't stop him. Rather, she encouraged him by whispering naughty things in his ear as they hastened to disrobe.
<Fade out.. and fade back in a few hours later>
They had managed to move from the couch to the bed.. with a brief stop on the floor and the table in between.. and Morrigan now lay beside Zaræn, silent and satisfied. Well, 'beside' was a bad description for it; she was technically pressed against his side, yes, with her head propped up on her own hand, her leg curled over his, and her hand resting loosely-curled on his chest. So 'half-on' might have been a better term for their current arrangement. She smirked down at him as her fingertips idly brushed across his bare chest, her hair filled with violet and peach and smatterings of pink and yellow. "I didn't think it was possible, but I swear, it seems like that gets better every time."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 28, 2016 12:15:34 GMT -8
"What is the saying Amour? Practice makes perfect?"
Zaræn grins and grabs her hand in his, lifting her finger tips to his lips and kissing them gently. He had always thought sex with the same woman would get boring after a while. Morrigan was right though it was getting better. They were learning each others bodies learning were to touch, kiss, and caress to get the best reaction.
Zaræn lowers her hand and sighs contendidly. The sun had just dipped past the horizon. He realized this would be the time were he would normally see the woman out. He knew every trick to get a woman to leave his bed. The question was how did he get one to stay? He decided to just ask it had worked well so far.
"I don't suppose you will be staying the night Amour?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 28, 2016 12:50:50 GMT -8
"Once again, you make a most excellent point." His response made Morrigan grin, and laugh softly, eyeing him with open affection. Affection that was quickly joined by the return of passion, both in her gaze and her hair, when he kissed her fingertips. That was such an oddly sweet gesture.. especially coming from him. Apparently he hadn't been kidding when he said he was willing to give this whole 'relationship' thing a genuine try. And something about it being so tender and (Dare she think it even to herself?) almost loving, just made it all the more arousing. What made her eyes round in surprise was his question. She froze, gazing at him silently, her eyes searching his face for any sign of insincerity. She found none.
"..You really want me to stay?" The question was carefully neutral.. except for that tinge of hope which was laced around the edges, and joined by the tiny sprinkling of matching gold in her hair. This was still so new.. and they'd spent the night together before.. but that had caused such issues. Perhaps she was worried about a repeat performance instigating problems again? But she was obviously willing to try. In an attempt to keep things light-hearted, she shrugged one bare shoulder, and grinned as she replied nonchalantly. "I suppose if you really want me to, the club can do without me for a night, and it's not like I have anything waiting for me at home. So I will bow to the demands of my adoring public and remain." Her eyes sparkled playfully at him as she smirked.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 28, 2016 13:41:34 GMT -8
"Yes Amour, I think I would like it if you stayed."
Zaræn rolled over so they were face to face and grinned at her. His hand coming around her waist and pulling her tight. His lips catch hers in a tender kiss. After a moment he settles his head on a pillow and closes his eyes. The first time they had done this she held him, this time he wanted to hold her. It was rather nice.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 28, 2016 14:30:45 GMT -8
"Then I'll stay." Her softly spoken response preceded the surge of nothing but violet in her hair, which lingered for several long moments. At least, until Zaræn rolled onto his side to face her, whereupon Morrigan laughed softly, peach and yellow swirling through those locks. Her laugh was silenced by his kiss, not that she was complaining, as she kissed him back quite happily. Then she cuddled closer to him, tucking her hands against her chest and nestling her head beneath his chin. It wasn't very long before the warmth of his body against hers and the rhythmic sound of his breathing lulled the Fae into slumber, a smile on her face.
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