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 20:20:15 GMT -8
Zaræn was good with people. That was one of his many problems. Like any skill he took to he dismantled and worked to understand people on a fundamental level. He often knew more about others than they had told him. Little clues in their voices, dress, and mannerisms. Once he understood someone he often got bored of them and like his hobbies he'd discard them. He'd never do so cruelly he'd simply lose interest and they would notice. There were a handful of exceptions to this, people who became more interesting when he understood them.
Morrigan was easy to read thanks in no small part to her hair. White shock, green almost certainly worry. She had given a serious answer to his flirtation and was panicked about the ramifications. She made a desperate fumbling attempt at back peddling, but the damage was done. Zaræn was no fool he was intelligent and though he was human. Human and capable of lying to himself, he couldn't do so in the face of obvious truth. His fork had frozen halfway to his mouth and he realizes this. He slowly completes the bite he was taking and chews thoughtfully.
"Having limitation doesn't make one boring or normal. Though I do agree normal people are rather dull. I myself haven't mastered absolutely everything I have attempted to learn. Never could get the hang of theoretical mathematics. Too dull and lifeless without any real point."
He returns to his breakfast and eats slowly and methodically. Zaræn is trying desperately to sort through his own feelings. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to do with this new information. This wasn't the first time a woman had shown oblique interest in starting a relationship with him. Of course usually those were very clingy ones. He had made it a rule to only sleep with a woman once and no more than that. It helped reduced the chances of this happening. Why had he broken that rule with Morrigan? Was it because he had sincerely believed this wouldn't happen? Or was he secretly hoped it would? As good as he was at understanding other people he had never been good at understanding himself. He had never really grown up. The thought terrified him, this situation was terrifying him. What the hell was he going to do? None of this showed on his face of course. His poker face was far too good for that. With breakfast finished he gets to his feet.
"I'd offer to help clean up, but that is another skill I never picked up. That is why I have kitchen staff. I suppose I will just get dressed and get to work 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 20:39:52 GMT -8
If only Morrigan knew how similarly Zaræn's thoughts were running to her own. The Fae were notorious for their inability to commit to any one person for a real length of time. It took either two people who genuinely worked well together and could agree to be monogamous, or a couple who didn't mind having an open marriage, whether secretly or publicly. Morrigan had been very nearly roped into marriage with a man she had great esteem and affection for, only to find out that the only reason he wanted to marry her was so that he could kill her and take the magic that powered her hair's chameleon tendencies. That was how she'd ended up in this realm in the first place.
And now here she was, sharing breakfast with the second man she'd ever slept with more than once, and realizing that she had affection for him. Very deep affection, at that. Waking up with him, feeding him breakfast, having casual conversation over said breakfast... It came so easily. She wanted to do it again. Frequently. Perhaps even make him dinner, share drinks next to the fireplace, laugh and tell stories and share her past, tell him the secret of her hair and how she'd come to possess the magic that gave her such a unique - and seemingly useless - trait. And that frightened the hell out of her.
Unlike Zaræn, she couldn't bring herself to finish her breakfast. The spell was broken, by her own careless response. While he powered through his meal, she gathered up her own dishes and sent them floating into the kitchen with a wave of her hand, all except her coffee. That she downed while looking.. anywhere but at him, really. She didn't glance at him until he mentioned leaving, at which time she barely looked his way, before she was on her feet and moving toward the kitchen. "Yes, that would be best. Just go to the mirror and picture wherever you want to go.. it should let you through. Ta, Zaræn."
Without a backward glance, she disappeared into the kitchen and summoned his empty dishes with a wave of her hand. Putting her empty cup in the sink, she placed her hands on the counter and lowered her head as she closed her eyes, mentally cursing herself. She was such an idiot. She'd gone and ruined a good thing by letting feelings get involved. There was only one course of action, now: Avoid him without making it seem like she was avoiding him. In time, this infatuation would pass, and she would move on and find another lover. Albeit one probably not as capable or fascinating as Zaræn. The mental admission made her groan, and she folded her arms before her, letting her forehead drop to the cool stone counter top. She was in trouble.
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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 21:08:43 GMT -8
Curt and dismissive, almost as though Morrigan was annoyed with him. The tensed shoulders and deliberate avoidance of his eyes told a different story. Oh Zaræn what have you gotten yourself into? He gets to his feet and heads towards the stairs. He does throw a last quick glance over his shoulder. He shakes his head sighs and heads to the mirror. It was time for him to go and think. He would talk to his brother, Gergor was better at this sort of thing than he was. The man was married with four kids after all. He steps through the mirror and steps out onto a farm road somewhere outside Travere.
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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 21:16:44 GMT -8
Morrigan felt it the moment Zaræn left her home, the magic which suffused every inch of the dwelling and the grounds around it reacting to his departure. The knowledge caused an oddly numb sensation to form around her heart and spread slowly outward until it encompassed every fibre of her being. Slowly straightening from her hunched-over position, she idly flicked her fingers at the dishes, which set about washing themselves, as she moved out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bathroom. She was going to take a long, hot bubble bath. And then she was going to curl up in bed and-- No, she couldn't do that. The covers would still smell like him. Muttering curses, she summoned a crystal and tossed it into her bedroom as she passed it, causing the sheets to be instantly replaced with a new set smelling strongly of lavender. There. That was better. Now she could curl up in her bed and be miserable after her bath. What she would do after that.. the Fae didn't know.
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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 29, 2016 14:02:58 GMT -8
<Two months and some change later>
Pulling Zaræn through the mirror and into her home, once they were both fully through the aperture, Morrigan released him and made her way toward the kitchen. The first thing she did was locate a vase and fill it with water, then settle the flowers within the vessel, arranging them just so with a smile on her face. The vase was then placed on a small table near the french doors that led out onto the patio and garden beyond, where they could get plenty of sun during the day. Then she began to bustle about, preparing dinner. A silver tray of hors d'oeuvres appeared, little bite-sized crab cakes and broccoli quiche puffs, along with a chilled bottle of white wine, a room-temperature bottle of red, and two glasses.
"How is business? I hope I didn't set you back too badly by taking up all your time the other day." They hadn't really spoken the past couple of days, both of them invested in their respective establishments, and even though she was cooking - assembling something that appeared to be a rack of lamb, although there were also an assortment of colorful vegetables sitting nearby, and a pot had begun to bubble atop the stove. Whatever she'd wanted to ask him about in the office had either slipped her mind, or she was waiting to bring it up.
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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 29, 2016 14:40:25 GMT -8
Dragged along willing Zaræn came into the kitchen to watch Morrigan cook. He moves past her intending to take a seat, as he does he cannot resist delivering a playful smack to here perfect bottom. Hoping onto a nearby counter he reached over a snagged a crab cake popping it in his mouth. Tasty! Not tasty enough though to distract him from his curiosity. What question did she want to ask him? It wasn't about business that was for sure. What could it be though and how long did she plan to play coy? Ah well for the moment he would play along, after all they had all night.
"I have a wonderful manager to handle things when I cannot amour. He kept things running smoothly! That is the most important thing to remember to do when you run a business. Find people you can trust to help you run it. What about your own business? How is the new liqueur faring?"
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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 29, 2016 14:47:53 GMT -8
That smack didn't seem to surprise Morrigan, although it did earn Zaræn a playful, heated look that promised payment later. She continued to work efficiently, magic assisting with some of the tasks as she prepared the rack of lamb. The varicolored vegetables were being sliced into thin pieces, and rice was dumped into the now-boiling water, releasing a cloud of fragrant steam. Once the rack was properly prepared, it went into the oven, and she turned her attention to the vegetables. She'd learned quite a few recipes since coming to this realm, and she enjoyed making them - like this ratatouille she was putting together.
"Things are doing quite well, and the new liqueur is a big hit. I have quite a few regular customers who come in just for that. Well, and the company, of course." She made a habit of conversing with her clientele frequently. It helped form friendly bonds that encouraged them to come back, and bring friends of their own. Without glancing up, she began to speak in a tone that was almost too casual. "You know, it occurs to me that you shouldn't have to come to the club every time you wish to visit me.. would you be willing to let me enchant a mirror in your loft, so that you can go back and forth whenever it suits you?" She cast a sidelong glance at him. It wasn't quite offering to move in together.. more like giving him a key to her home, but not asking for one in return. She wouldn't infringe upon his privacy like that.
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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 29, 2016 15:10:42 GMT -8
Two days and already a hit? Damn he was a master of his craft wasn't he? Too be fair Siren's Song was his best work. The first liqueur Zaræn a master brewer had made with love. Or at least something that was very much like love. Grabbing one of the broccoli quiches he pops this in his mouth. Also good, his amour was quite the cook. He was half way through chewing the quiche when she asked her question. He damn near choked on it. Coughing and spluttering he gathered his wits. She wanted to... well not exactly move in with him but close enough. Put a door in his house that lead right to hers. That was a big step a big, big, big step. Was he ready for that? He didn't know so for the first time in his life he answered a question without thinking.
"I suppose that would be fine. I have no idea if I am ready for it, but I am not about to say no. I am enjoying this too much to say anything but yes."
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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 29, 2016 15:20:42 GMT -8
Morrigan winced when she heard him cough, and turned her head to look at Zaræn. Dammit, she knew she should've kept her mouth shut. It took everything within her not to let mortified white and green swirl through her hair, although the sudden lack of all unnatural colors made it clear she was suppressing at least the aspect of that magic which was tied to her emotions. Looking away, she focused in on her cooking again, continuing to slice vegetables until they were all cut into thin slices. These she began to lay down in a nearby prepared pan, arranging them so that they created a colorful display. She was silent for a couple of minutes after he spoke, clearly trying to gather her thoughts and put them into words.
"Zaræn, as sweet as it is that you're saying yes, you just nearly choked at the suggestion. You won't hurt my feelings if you say no. I'd prefer you be perfectly comfortable with any changes that may occur." Placing the last of the vegetables within the pan, she dried off her hands and moved over to him, a hand rising to cup his cheek. She graced him with a gentle kiss, then smiled up at him, violet twining through her hair once again. "I shouldn't have said anything. This is too good to risk messing up. Let's just shelve that idea, and revisit it at a later date, if things are a little more certain, hm?" Pulling away from him, she turned to drizzle an olive oil mixture over the vegetables, content pale yellow settling into her hair.
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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 29, 2016 17:10:25 GMT -8
Zaræn gritted his teeth in frustration and felt like an utter ass, it was a new experience for him. There had been many new experiences since starting this relationship and this was the first he hadn't liked. Honestly she had absolutely blindsided him, he couldn't remember the last time being put this off balance. It was an odd experience not being cool and in control. After collecting himself Zaræn slips from the counter and comes behind Morrigan. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulls her into an embrace.
"Amour, your question caught me off guard. I won't insist that I am ready for a next step like that. But let's not say we are shelving the idea. Rather let us say I am giving it due to consideration. Once I have had time to think I will give you a real answer. It took me two months to decide to ask you out on a real date. It will just take a bit of time for me to decide on this."
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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 29, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
Blissfully unaware of the current turmoil her lover was experiencing, Morrigan continued to work on the ratatouille, drizzling it with the herb-filled oil mixture and preparing it for the oven. Before she could lift the pan and put it into said oven, Zaræn was there, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. Turning her head to look up at him, she smiled upon hearing his words, and raised her hand to rest upon his cheek, while lips pressed a kiss to the corner of his own.
"I understand, Zaræn. I didn't mean to pressure you. I was just thinking in terms of convenience, and perhaps didn't fully appreciate the implications of what I was suggesting. The offer stands ready whenever you're comfortable enough to accept it." Gently stroking his cheek, she then extricated herself from his arms and moved to slide the pan with its brightly-colored contents into the oven. That done, she moved to pour herself a glass of white wine and snag a crab cake, popping it into her mouth before sipping at the tart liquid.
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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 30, 2016 14:22:47 GMT -8
Breathing a sigh of relief Zaræn eats another crab cake. It appears as though they have a bit of time to kill before dinner. Pouring himself a glass of wine he takes a sip. Not as good as his home brews, but not terrible. What to do and what to talk about? He would allow the subject of them essentially moving in together aside. What did that leave them with? Perhaps he should ask a personal question? He didn't know all that much about her it couldn't hurt.
"So amour, why not tell me of the Fae lands. What was your home before Travere like?"
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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 30, 2016 23:31:20 GMT -8
That question was not at all expected, and it showed in the widening of Morrigan's eyes. He wanted to know about her home..? That could lead to some potentially uncomfortable subjects, but... Well, they were going to make a go of this, weren't they? She should be more open. After mulling over how best to answer this, she finally managed to muster up a reply. "Tír na nÓg is a land suffused in magic. My parents and I lived in a manor in the lands of the Seelie Sídhe, about halfway between the labyrinth of the Goblin King and the fairy woods that separated the lands of the Seelie and Unseelie courts. The manor is large and beautiful, with expansive gardens, but I always loved the forest.. it was more wild, and I had such adventures there. Well, the adventures were all in my head, really. All except one. But that's a story for another time, I think."
She smirked at that, plucking up a little quiche and nibbling at it before continuing. "The Seelie lands are very much like what the fairytales of this realm talk about. Full of fairies, Elves, unicorns, centaurs, goblins, dwarves... Lots of lush forests, magical valleys, enchanted meadows... No oceans, though, and the rivers and lakes are all devoid of non-magical life, so it was quite interesting to experience this seafood of yours when I came to this realm." Her lips tilted into an amused grin, and she chuckled at that recollection. It was clear that a part of her missed her homeland very much, and that she hadn't entirely wanted to leave. What had driven her here? That was also probably a story for another time. Shaking aside those musings, she looked up at him and arched a brow.
"What about you? Have you always lived in Travere?"
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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 May 1, 2016 9:14:44 GMT -8
Zaræn tried to image the land she had inhabited. Though he had read of other plans he had never traveled to one. The power involved was considerable. Some creatures like the Fae could traverse planes more easily, but for most humans it was a struggle. He had often considered trying to do such traveling. He just wasn't sure where to go or if he'd be able to return. When Morrigan turned the question back on him he was ready for it. Which was a nice change of pace from how things had went earlier.
"No I have not always lived in Travére. When I was young I lived on my fathers estate in the west of Gauldin. He was the baron of a small village and the surrounding farmlands called Attisburg. It was a pretty typical Gauldish farmland, sprawling grass hills filled with vineyards. I was mostly left to my own devices. My father was an old man when I was born and the death of his second wife aged him further. He was never cruel, but he was distant. I didn't have many friends back then, I was too... different."
Zaræn pauses and frowns bad memories resurfacing. As a child he had been too clever for his own good and lacked the social skills he had developed as he grew older.
"The best times of my life were when my brother returned from his tours of duty. Many people fear my brother and for good reason. Still under all the gruff he is a good man and a kind one. When I was twelve it turned out I had magical talent. I was excited, I was going to go to the Royal Academy just like my brother! I even secretly planned to take a military scholarship just like him. Of course he found out and put an end to that. He didn't want me to live the same life he had. He put his own marriage on hold for four years, to pay my way through the academy. Just so I would never have to see blood shed."
He pauses and smiles a sad little smile.
"Of course I didn't find that out till much later. I was actually mad at him for not letting me do what I wanted. Anyway I moved to Travére and spent four years in the academy. My father died in my final year and my brother became Baron of Attisburg. I returned to the farm and found it too small for my liking. By that time I had learned how to disguise cleverness with wit and charm. I was enamored of the city and decided I would stay there. I worked a variety of jobs, trying to make ends meet to support my hobbies and studies. Eventually ten years ago I opened a tavern on a whim. The rest is, as they say history. What do you think of the abridged version of my life story 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 May 1, 2016 12:03:16 GMT -8
That frown didn't sit well with Morrigan at all. Closing the minute space between herself and Zaræn, she reached out and gently touched his hand, a silent gesture of commiseration. Then when she realized she was getting more of his life story, she leaned against the island beside her, eyes filled with fascination. Hearing that his brother had done such a thing for him... It drew a smile onto her face. Fae siblings were rare, but even when they happened, they usually weren't so closely knit. The Fae were backstabbers by nature, even the Seelie court.. the Unseelie were so much worse. When his recitation ended, Morrigan grinned.
"I think you've led a very interesting life, and that you're very fortunate to have a brother that cares so much about you. There aren't really any such opportunities back home, which is.. well it was the reason I gave everyone as to why I left. I grew up being fascinated with the tales of the mortal planes, the adventure and excitement, the fantastic places and sights... I was tutored privately, embroiled in court intrigue from as young as I can remember, and had precisely one adventure and one great mistake in my life. I wanted more than that. And so, given the proper impetus, I fled."
She barely suppressed a grimace, although a muddled, sickly green-brown-white color twirled through her hair for a moment as she sipped at her wine. She would have to tell him about Bastien eventually.. who knows if the deranged princeling would come after her one day? She would never forgive herself if he did and Zaræn got caught in the middle... But she wouldn't bring that up now. Things were still too new.
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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 May 1, 2016 13:15:03 GMT -8
Zaræn looked down at where Morrigan's hand touched his. He had been surprised when his brother had gotten married. Even in his youth Gregor had been a hard man. Hard on people, hard to get to know, just hard. When he met Elora his attitude hadn't changed so far as Zaræn could understand. Elora had been bright cheerful and sunny, he had no idea what she saw in his brother. More importantly he hadn't been able to tell what he saw in her. She was a nice woman, but so different from him as soft as he was hard. When he asked Gregor how it had happened his only response had been. "You'll know when it happens to you."
Zaræn still wasn't sure it had happened to him yet. Still there was something Morrigan's touch on his hand that filled him with warmth. Turning his hand he catches her writs and pulls her in. Wrapping her in an embrace he uses his free hand to stroke her ever changing locks. He had seen the sickly green-brown-white, he knew she was keeping something from him. He found he was willing to trust her though. Just as she was going to let him make up his mind in his own time, he would let her tell him her secrets in hers. For a long silent moment he just holds her close.
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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 May 1, 2016 14:18:28 GMT -8
Morrigan's surprise was evident when Zaræn grabbed her wrist and pulled her in, but when his arms came around her.. well, she certainly wasn't going to object to being held. Not when she found herself become more and more enamored with this man every day. Even when she didn't see him, the thought of him - of his smile, his mischievous glances, the timbre of his voice, the touch of his hand, the press of his lips, the warmth of his body against hers, the pleasure they gave to each other - was more than enough to fill her with happiness, and a yearning to see him again. Setting aside her wineglass, she slid her arms around his waist and leaned into him, her cheek against his chest and her hair filling with so much gentle purple, it blotted out her natural mahogany coloring.
For several silent heartbeats, she didn't move. Then she raised her head, tilted it up, and found his lips with hers. The kiss was gentle yet passionate, affectionate yet sensual, alluring yet comforting.. and quickly joined with the threading of deep pink through the violet that dominated her hair. Were it not for the sudden scent of roasted meat and the sound of a soft magical chime, she probably would've tried to pull him to the floor with her. As it was, that chime made her groan, and pull back from him. "Of all the awful timing.. well, we'll just have to pick this up later." Giving him a coy grin, she stole another quick kiss, then went to extract their dinner from the oven via magic, setting it on the counter atop woven reed mats.
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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 May 1, 2016 15:15:35 GMT -8
That was a very ill timed alarm. Morrigan may have been about to pull him to the floor, he hadn't even planned that much restraint. He was simple going to hike up her skirt where she stood. Before he fould though she was walking away. For a brief moment he contemplated bending her over the counter top. Then decided that it would he rude to let the dinner she prepared get cold. Perhaps after dinner then.
Zaræn helps Morrigan set the table and then takes a seat. He drains the rest of his white wine and pours a glass of the red. He waits just long enough for her to join him then digs in. The sooner he finished eating the sumptuous cooking, the sooner he could get to eating the sumptuous cook.
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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 May 1, 2016 16:32:09 GMT -8
With the rack of lamb with mint jelly and colorful ratatouille being carefully divvied up and set upon plates, both their plates as well as their wineglasses hovered over to the table alongside silverware, and settled there. Then the Fae took her seat. Before she could so much as take her first bite, Zaræn began to eat as though he were a starved man, and Morrigan paused, arching a brow. Then a sly smile came across her lips, and she took her sweet time sampling her first bite. Tilting her head, she gave him a curious, innocent look. In fact, it was a little too innocent.
"My goodness.. why in such a hurry? One would think you're more interested in dessert than in dinner." Her gaze sparkled wickedly, and she hid her smile behind her wineglass as she sipped at the wine within. She was going to enjoy teasing him. She couldn't help herself. Mischief was in her nature, after all.. the Fae were well known for being wily tricksters.
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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 May 1, 2016 16:48:14 GMT -8
Zaræn was half way through his dinner when Morrigan spoke. He looked up to see his Amour taking her time. She was teasing him the little minx! The bartender weighed his options. He could slow down take his time maybe even out wait her. No she was immortal she probably had slightly more patience. So the other option was... he grins at her wickedly.
"Well Amour I do so enjoy dessert."
With that he wolf's down his dinner with even faster. He finishes well ahead of her ignoring any attempts to engage him in conversation. When he is done he lays down his knife and fork.
"Amour! You've barely touches your food. Perhaps you need help working up an appetite. I think I know how I can assist."
Zaræn slipped under the table and onto the floor. The next Morrigan would feel is him slipping his head up under the skirt of her dress. It was time to eat the cook, let's see if she keep up with this kind of teasing.
<Fade to black.>
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