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 Mar 6, 2016 19:01:40 GMT -8
On the uttermost outskirts of the woods nearest the city of Travere rests a small, two-story stone house, ringed by flowers in a riot of colors and varieties. Although any who have passed by this location before would likely be puzzled as to how the house got there, it appears to have been present for quite some time. The virtue of magic, of course, as the property is owned by the one and only Seelie Sídhe, Morrigan da Silverlain, and it is heavily warded against attack and intrusion. It is here that the newly-arrived business owner lives, using a mirror portal in the house to go back and forth between her home and La Salon Écarlate, which she owns and sings at.
(OOC: Permission to enter must be gained via PM.)
 The Foyer The Living Room The Kitchen The Dining Room The Sunroom The Bedroom
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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 24, 2016 19:18:26 GMT -8
<Entrance from The Scarlet Lounge>
The mirror that Morrigan and Zaræn stepped through let into the foyer of her home, and magical lights had come on the moment the home's mistress set foot inside. Once Zaræn had joined her, she turned to him with a grin. "Much as I love my work, I prefer to keep it quite separate from my home life. Would you like a tour, or should I simply escort you to where the magic happens?" Her violet gaze flashed with open mischief as she took a few steps away, hovering between the stairs and the hallway that led to the rest of the light and airy cottage.
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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 24, 2016 19:28:45 GMT -8
"Not a sentiment I share. Though perhaps you will show me the appeal mon-cher."
Zaræn quips with a grin as he takes in the room. It was tastefully decorated and consistent. Which was a bit dull, but she had shown him that the surface was just the beginning with a Fae woman. Her easy use of magic was impressive and magic always piqued his curiosity. He would like the tour but... Hmmm his grins turns wicked and he steps in close to Morrigan. Placing his hands on her waist he traces them down her hips and pulls her close. Then with a devilish laugh and husky voice.
"I was always under the impression magic could be done in any room of the house. Since you have denied me my game, might I request a magical tour of the house."
<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 24, 2016 20:06:51 GMT -8
A delicate brow arched as he stepped closer, and she chuckled softly as his hands roamed over her body, then pulled it closer to his. A low, throaty sound of pleasure was heard at his request, and she reached up to the high collar of her dress, unfastening the single button there as she began to remove her dress. "I do believe that can be arranged..."
<Fade to black.. and fade back in several hours later>
It had taken quite a bit of doing, but they'd pulled off the miraculous: Every single room had seen their passion. All seven of them. And now Morrigan lay on her bed, exhausted and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, grinning like an idiot at the ceiling above the canopy-less canopy frame. "You know.. I hadn't realized it before.. but this house, as wonderful as it is, was definitely missing a little.. what is the phrase in your tongue.. 'je ne sais quoi'? Turning her head, she glanced over at Zaræn, eyes sparkling mirthfully. "That is most decidedly no longer a problem."
With a chuckle, she rolled onto her side. Propping her elbow on the plush mattress and resting her head on her hand, she eyed her partner, admiring his features in the dim light cast by the fireplace. He really was a handsome man, and an excellent lover. "You continue to surprise me, Zaræn. Admittedly, my lovers have been few, but even they never managed what you accomplished tonight. I am definitely impressed." She smirked at him, the fingers of her free hand idly playing with the sheet bunched up in front of her body.
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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 24, 2016 20:39:20 GMT -8
Zaræn lay on the bed languidly, covered in sweat, half under the covers. That had been an excellent bout of love making. When she speaks he turns over flashing a lascivious grin. His eyes trace the curves of her body. She was exquisitely beautiful and possessed the stamina to keep up with him. That was a rare combination and one he appreciated immensely. Her words drew a throaty chuckle.
"Yes I find it is always best to... christen a house. Really makes it seem more lived in, nest-ce pas?"
She turns to face him and he admires the delicate features of her face. He also notes that her hair still has a few pink streaks. He had come to adore Morrigan's hair. There was something immensely endearing about seeing such an obvious reaction to his presence. On a whim he reaches out and twines a hand in her locks as she speaks.
"I do aim to impress mon-cher! If you are going to do someone, I've always believed you should do them well."
Zaræn chuckles a little at his own joke.
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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 24, 2016 20:51:51 GMT -8
"Oh, I can't argue with that, nor would I if I could." Laughing softly in response, Morrigan found her smile being tinged with affection. Subsequently, the emotion spiraled through her hair, causing those strands of passionate pink to be joined with a gentle lavender hue. This color only intensified, slowly replacing the pink entirely, until it dominated the highlights of her dark mahogany hair, when Zaræn reached out and twisted his fingers gently into her hair. She caught a glimpse of this color in the confines of his fingers, and her eyes widened. The pale purple shade immediately became a startled white, before she managed to wrangle it back under control, leaving the long tresses their natural color with no odd rainbow of highlights as she grinned at him.
"That philosophy has served you quite well, then, because you have most certainly succeeded in your task." Stretching over to him, she dropped a quick kiss on his lips, then she was gently extricating her hair from his grasp as she scooted over to the edge of the bed. Sitting with her back to him, she stretched her arms overhead, then stood and moved over to the large window-doors nearby. Pushing aside the curtains, she stood, entirely unabashed by her own nudity, looking out into the moonlit expanse of her garden.
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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 25, 2016 7:40:07 GMT -8
The quick interchange of colors in Morrigan's hair was fascinating to watch. Context clues and her reaction let him draw some conclusions. Pink was obviously desire or lust, given the widening of her eyes and sudden appearence white was likely surprise. After collecting herself her hair and switched to its normal mahogany. So she was able to exert self control over it. The only question was what did lavender mean and why had it startled her? A thought floated into Zaræn's mind and was dismissed. It was a silly notion not one worth entertaining.
Zaræn let's out a murmur of appreciation as she moves to the window. Morrigan's movement were smooth and graceful an absolute joy to watch. Especially without cumbersome clothing in the way. She went to the window and flung it wide, her willow form now bathed in moonlight. It was sublime, enchanting, and alluring. Before he knew it he was across the room and wrapping his arms around her waist.
Zaræn enjoys the feel of bare skin against bare skin. Lowering his mouth to kiss the nap of her neck he kisses it gently. He is running his hands down her waist and back up, tracing he curves of her waist the flare of her hips. His eyes flick out towards the garden. It is lovely in the moonlight though not quite as lovely as her. Hmm that gave him a delicious idea and his voice comes out husky and teasing.
"You know some people consider the garden a place to show off when giving tours of their house."
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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 25, 2016 10:54:49 GMT -8
Those pointed ears flicked in Zaræn's direction when she heard him stirring, and Morrigan assumed he was gathering his clothing to leave. She felt a brief pang of disappointment at the thought, which tinged her hair with faint traces of light blue. Which then immediately became a pleased-but-surprised pale yellow when she felt his arms come around her waist. Lowering her hands from where they'd been resting on the door frame, she placed them lightly atop the back of his arms and leaned into him, breathing a sigh when his lips met her skin.
Dark pink and lavender swirled through her hair again as she tilted her head to one side, causing that thick waterfall of follicles to shift and baring the slender expanse of her neck to his welcome attentions. When his hands roamed across her body, she shifted her arms so that she could reach back over her shoulders, embedding her fingers in Zaræn's hair and encouraging his attentions. His words surprised her, then sent a quick jolt of desire through her body, completely washing away lavender with that passionate pink coloration. "Do they? Hmmm. Well then, I suppose I should be a good hostess and introduce you to my garden."
Gently pulling away from him, she pressed down on the door's handles and then pushed them both wide open, before taking his hand and slipping out into the cool spring night. Moonlight painted everything in shades of silver, and many of the flowers had closed their petals for the night, but there was still a rainbow of colors about, and many night-blooming blossoms that bobbed in the breeze. The garden wasn't terribly large, but there were a few twists and turns that led to a small pond, where a fountain of a naked woman perched in a giant seashell sent water streaming into the waters, topped with aquatic lilies and filled with playful fish. It was here that she led Zaræn, playfully pulling him down onto the plush grass with her as she grinned. "And here we have my favorite place in the garden, soon to become so for an even better reason than pure aesthetics."
<Fade to black>
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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 25, 2016 12:05:47 GMT -8
Light blue, pale yellow, dark pink and lavender. Zaræn ponders the meaning of the new two colors for a moment. It was only a moment though as his suggestion floods her hair with pink. Well looks like his suggestion has been received favorably. He follows her out into the garden shivering a bit in the nights chill. It was fortunate he would soon have something very warm pressed to him. As he was pulled to the grass he pins her beneath him and grins at her words.
"Oh? It is good to know I am so memorable."
Then he finds himself doing something he never thought he would. He leans down and kisses her. Not that they had never kissed before, that was silly. He had simply never initiated a kiss. He always preferred to be so charming that the woman had to kiss him. It was a surprise for Zaræn when he found his lips meeting hers, seemingly of their own accord. Surprising, but enjoyable and something he didn't have long to dwell on.
<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 25, 2016 12:28:19 GMT -8
It was quite some time later that Morrigan once again found herself laying on her back and staring upward, but this time there was no ceiling to impede her view; she was gazing up at the very stars, watching the moon descend slowly toward the horizon. Once again, she wasn't alone. The weight of Zaræn's body atop hers was a welcome one, his head resting on her breasts while her fingers combed gently through his hair. Her own was splayed around her, a fan of earthen curls threaded heavily with color - a lavender just a few shades darker than the one which had dominated it before. The magics woven into the garden itself had kicked in shortly after their passion play began, bathing the area in a subtle warmth that warded off the slight chill of the spring night. She looked perfectly content, although small flickers of concerned grey occasionally rippled through her hair, rarely lasting more than a heartbeat.
"You know, I think I enjoy this view better than the conventional one. You really come to appreciate the way the flowers look from the ground rather than from above." There was a definite teasing note to her tone as she said this, and her lips curved into a wide, satisfied grin. This had been one of the best nights of her rather long life, she mused. It probably wasn't a good thing, that she was already looking forward to finding an excuse to see him again, but she was fascinated by this mortal man.. and he was an amazing lover. Her body was deliciously sore from their evening of antics, and she knew she would be feeling it for at least the next day or two. It was a sweet knowledge.
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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 25, 2016 13:48:25 GMT -8
Zaræn thought he would regret not bringing a pillow and blanket from her bed. When the garden's magic warmed the air his want for a blanket vanished. As for his want for a pillow... he cranes his neck and kisses one of his makeshift pillows. These pillows were far better than the ones on her bed. His eyes are closed and he is at complete ease as she strokes her long finger through his hair. This had been a most excellent evening. Her words prompt him to crack an eye staring up at the flowers. They were exquisite, were did she find time to tend them. Perhaps she used magic? Just another question to the pile he would like to ask one day. Rolling onto his arms he looks down at her and takes in her body with a grin. There is something about seeing her below him that made his blood boil.
"Somethings do become more appealing with a different perspective. I am enjoying the view from above I wonder..."
Zaræn rolls onto his side and takes in her profile.
"Wonderful from the side..."
With a laugh he rolls on the ground until he is at her feet looking up.
"Very nice from below."
He ambles up her body trailing kisses from her calves, up her legs and inner thigh, to her stomach and breasts. Then he resumes his previous position.
"No mon-cher you are beautiful no matter the perspective. Lucky me that I can see something pretty from every angle."
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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 25, 2016 14:15:15 GMT -8
A soft 'Mmm' fell from her lips as Zaræn's pressed to her breast, and she shivered slightly. It was such a casually intimate gesture, and filled her with an odd happiness that caused the purple in her hair to darken slightly. When he pulled away, she arched a brow and watched his antics curiously as he rolled off of her, then moved down to her feet. The path of kisses which was blazed up the length of her legs and over her flat stomach ignited a fire within her that was clear, thanks to the renewed pink in her hair, though it had a fight on its hands as his words caused a resurgence of that vivid lavender. Trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in her chest, she smirked at him.
"You are far too charming for your own good, Zaræn. If I were a lesser woman, I'd be half in love with you already." Her hand returned to sifting through his hair even as she spoke, her teasing tone filled with mirth that soon took the form of a quiet chuckle. However a ripple of color swept through her hair, startling white replacing the mixed pink-and-violet, with deep blue right on its heels, and finally ending in an odd reddish-orange, which was quickly replaced with a muted pink color. There were times when she really hated her chameleon-esque hair. Now was one of those instances.
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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 25, 2016 15:46:19 GMT -8
"Only half? I must be losing my touch. Still I must say if I were a lesser man I'd be head over heels. Lucky for us both that we are so much more than everyone else, nest-ce pas?"
Morrignan's words settle in his mind and drift around there. Love? He had never had a use for it. There were too many women, too many things, too many place to enjoy. Why tie yourself to just one? Still there was something... No they both knew better than to fall in love. He nestles a bit further into her and deepens his breathing. He could think of few places where he'd rather take a nap.
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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 25, 2016 15:56:34 GMT -8
"Yes.. quite lucky indeed. Most of my kind think we can't even feel love. I've always wondered whether or not that's true. Not something I intend to find out firsthand, however. It always looks so messy." This was half-mused to herself as she contemplated the discussion at hand. She hadn't even loved her former almost-betrothed, and look at what a situation that had turned into. Morrigan grimaced at the thought, wondering why she would ruin this wonderful moment with Zaræn to remember that bastard. As she withdrew herself from her musings, she looked down and realized her lover was beginning to fall asleep, using her as a bed. A tiny smile appeared on her face, and rich medium violet spun slowly through her hair as she gently caressed his cheek, sliding her fingers through his hair. Sighing, she let her hands fall to rest on his shoulders as her gaze rose skyward. There would be no sleep for her tonight.
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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 25, 2016 16:40:51 GMT -8
Hours pass and Zaræn sleeps peacefully, utterly relaxed pressed against Morrigan's chest. He stirs when the morning sun hits his face and for a moment he doesn't know where he is. He is pressed against something soft, with a wonderful flower scent. He is naked and uncovered, yet he isn't cold. He is surprisingly relaxed, his muscles lacking any stiffness. His eyes opens and he sees flowers and he turns his head to see an expanse of pale flesh. A lazy grin spreads across his face as he realizes he is still in his lovers arms. What a wonderful way to... Wait he had stayed the night? He never stayed the night, women never stayed the night. He had only meant to have a nap how had he slept so peacefully. This was... concerning. He stiffens ever so slightly, but tries to hide the tension by rolling off of her. He props himself up on his hands and grins at her.
"Well this is a pleasant thing to wake up to. I don't suppose I could trouble you for some breakfast. I am famished! I spent all night being ravished by an insatiable Fae woman. Though perhaps that was just a dream. After all what would one of the Fae want with a bartender?"
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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 25, 2016 17:33:09 GMT -8
Morrigan had. much to her own surprise, dozed off at some point, a couple of hours before dawn. She didn't stir when the sun hit her face, but she did when she felt Zaræn moving. Hazy violet eyes blinked slowly open and gazed up at him, and the moment she realized what she was seeing, a wide smile curled across her lips, in conjunction with the spread of rich violet coloring through her tousled hair. It took her several more moments to wake up fully, and when she did, she stretched luxuriously, lips parting on a yawn, before she sat up and looked at him. Then she arched a brow.
"I'll abstain from asking how you knew I was Fae; no, it wasn't a dream; a Fae would want a bartender because he's charming and funny, as well as an absolutely phenomenal lover; and you can most certainly have breakfast. After your performance last night, I'd say you've earned it." Swooping in, she gave him a quick kiss, then stood as the purple in her hair gave way to sunny strands of yellow. Humming gaily to herself, she moved back toward the house, but paused just before she got out of sight, and turned to look at him.
"Feel free to take a shower while I'm cooking. My house is, at least temporarily, your house." Giving him a playful wink, she then continued back toward her bedroom, stopping long enough to pull on her dusky pink robe before continuing on to the kitchen. There she began to cook with ease, washing and slicing fruit, brewing coffee, squeezing orange juice, frying up bacon and eggs, and making toast. All at once. Ah, the joys of magic. She chuckled at the thought. It was such a wonderful thing.
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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 25, 2016 18:23:42 GMT -8
Violet again? Combined with her words and the kiss it got Zaraen thinking. Morrigan couldn't actually be... no it was silly. They were peas in a pod, they both knew what this was. Beyond their own natures making such a thing unlikely, she was Fae. He had picked it up from subtle little clues.
Aversion to iron, effortless magical casting, Morrigan's ever changing hair, her features too perfect to be human, but not elven. She was Fae and they were immortal, she was immortal. Love was just not on the table. Not for a mortal bartender even if that bartender was a phenomenal lover. Zaræn froze. He had thought the word. He shouldn't have done that. Love wasn't for him it wasn't in the cards. He puts all of these thoughts in a box and locks them away.
What had she said shower? Those were rare given how much magic involved in getting them to run. Pipes, heating crystals, and pressure crystals. All required maintenence to run smoothly. Only the rich or the magically inclined had shower in Travére. He washes away the nights exertions and comes out a few minutes later. Clean with a tower wrapped around his waist.
"Something smells good! Is it me, you, or breakfast? Who am I kidding it's all three mon-Cher!"
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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 25, 2016 19:18:22 GMT -8
Had Morrigan known where Zaræn's thoughts were, she would've been scared out of her wits. As it was, she was happily contemplating when she could formulate an excuse to get him in bed again. The week in between their little interludes had left her aching for him. She was just putting plates full of food on the little dining table when he appeared, and she eyed him appreciatively, with a smirk. "You look good enough to eat. Maybe later. Breakfast first. Sit. Eat."
Taking her own advice, she flopped down at the table and sipped at a glass of orange juice as she flicked her fingers, causing sugar and cream to pour into a steaming cup of coffee. The spoon then lifted itself and stirred the mixture while she took a delicate bite of crispy bacon. She looked utterly content, even if her hair was still a wild mess. At least her glamour hadn't slipped; she'd checked in the reflective surface of a pan as she was cooking. It was definitely a relief, as the last thing she needed was Zaræn stuttering and stumbling all over herself if he caught a glimpse of her feral, inhuman beauty. Then again, maybe he wouldn't be overwhelmed, like most mortals. She narrowed her gaze thoughtfully at him as she chewed. She was halfway tempted to lower it, just to see how he'd react.
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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 25, 2016 19:36:37 GMT -8
Zaræn settled into his seat obediently. Though he was a potent mage he couldn't match her easy manipulation. His magic was too explosive, he required tools and focuses if he wanted a delicate touch. So he fixed his coffee the old fashioned way. Taking a sip of coffee he grinned and sampled a bit of everything. It was all rather good which was impressive. So many of the long lived races whittled away their time pointlessly. Never bothering to learn simple skills they really should.
"You can cook, sing, make love, and run a business. Is there no end to your talent mon-cher?"
Zaræn grins and keeps up the flattery. Flattery was good it lacked substance. Almost all there conversations had focused on flirtation. No need to delve into serious topics. Heaven forbid they have an actual conversation. He had a sinking suspicion she would prove to be a fascinating conversationalist. Another dangerous thing to add to an already impressive lists of skills she had demonstrated.
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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 25, 2016 19:52:32 GMT -8
With a mouthful of poached egg - cooked just long enough to keep the yolk from being runny, precisely the way Morrigan liked it, and topped off with a bit of spicy hollandaise sauce - she paused and looked at Zaræn, arching a brow. Was he genuinely asking..? She chewed thoughtfully, and swallowed, then dabbed delicately at her lips with a napkin before she replied. "Well, I'm absolute rubbish at any form of art, including painting, sketching, and needlepoint. Haven't the patience for it. Too dull. And my attempts at writing poetry are laughably awful. And there are probably a great number of things I couldn't do without magic. So, yes, there is an end. I think I've got all the important things covered, however, and I work to keep them up to par, so I consider myself satisfied with my capabilities."
..As she sipped at her coffee, she realized that had probably been a rhetorical question, because he had obviously been flirting with her. She went stock still with the cup held near her lips, and ended up staring blankly at the far wall with an utterly bewildered expression, as white and a sickly greenish-grey filtered weakly through her hair. What was the matter with her? They didn't do serious conversation. That just wasn't.. them. They bantered, they flirted, they had amazing sex, and that was it. Except he'd spent the night - on top of her, no less - and now she was feeding him breakfast. What in the name of King Oberon and Queen Titania was happening to her? Trying to pass it off as a joke, she forced the unnatural colors from her hair and glanced back at Zaræn, giving him a saucy smirk. "Or perhaps I really am good at everything, and I'm just trying to throw you off by claiming to be a normal, boring person with limits."
Good save, moron. I'm sure he'll believe that.
Oh shut up.
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