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 17:03:59 GMT -8
Morrigan barely stifled a laugh at his words, and his antics, but there was no stopping the swirl of amused peach within her hair. She began to eat, albeit not quite as slowly as she had intended. Truth be told, she was eager to get to dessert, too. Mostly because 'dessert' consisted of a few delectable treats she'd acquired that would involve a lot of licking to consume, and would leave them both sorely in need of a bath afterward. She blinked when Zaræn spoke, then disappeared under the table.. and then her eyes widened at the feel of him moving under her skirts. "Oh sweet spirits."
<Fade to black, and fade back in a few hours later>
They had moved from the table to the kitchen (where they had enjoyed the planned 'dessert' a great deal), and finally up the stairs and into her bathroom.. where the shower had distracted them yet again. Morrigan emerged from the luxurious room and into her bedroom, looking around in search of her lover as she toweled her hair dry, draped in her favorite silky robe. "You know, I should tease you more often, if that's how you respond. Though one of these days, I'll be sure to do it in public. I'd love to see you really lose control." The thought sent a shiver of delight through her body. They were energetic as it was, but the mental image of Zaræn pinning her down and having his way with her-- Morrigan shook the thought aside. It was so hard to think about things other than the way he played her body like his favorite instrument, sometimes.
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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 17:39:23 GMT -8
Zaræn was by the window staring out into the garden. He was reminiscing about the night that had started all of this. Odd to think it had only been two months it felt like two life times. He was sorting through the complex emotions she brought to his mind. Was this love? He couldn't tell. There was definitely a component of lust involved. Morrigan had the most perfect figure of any woman he knew, made more intoxicating by her marvelous hair, and the knowledge that her beauty would never dim. Still she was more than a pretty face. He enjoyed talking to her, he enjoyed her company the sound of her voice and her laughter. He enjoyed her wit and her personality that complimented his so well. Beyond even that there was the strange comfort he found in just being near her, when she was around the world felt... right. He came back to the same question, was this love? He still wasn't sure and that frightened him. Shouldn't you be able to tell if you were in love or not?
When Morrigan speaks Zaræn turns to her and grins. Sky and stars! They had just finished, yet the sight of her standing there drying off was enough to make him want another round. Her words are exactly what he would say in her position. There was no such thing as too much of a good thing. If you liked the results once, repeat and up the ante. That was his style. Not only that but the thought of her teasing him in a restaurant then finding a secluded but public spot to act... Hmmm it had merit.
"Amour, I guarantee you would not be disappointed in the results."
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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 18:00:36 GMT -8
As Zaræn turned toward her, Morrigan tossed the towel aside, whereupon it disappeared before even hitting the floor. Ah, the glories of magic. His reaction to her statement was exactly what she'd come to expect of her lover, and she grinned, laughing huskily as she moved over to him. Her arms slid around his waist, her body pressing to his as she looked up at him, violet, pink, peach, and yellow constantly oscillating through her hair while each emotion fought for dominance. Spirits, but this man was.. well, he was a great match for her, honestly. Charming, witty, funny, intelligent, bold... The list went on and on in her brain as she gazed fondly up at him.
"Mmmm, promises, promises. I'll have to see if you truly are a man of your word, Monsieur Viddik." That mischief was back, but it faded slightly as she simply basked in the contentment of the moment. There had never been any moments like this, of camaraderie and humor and playful banter, with Bastien. Perhaps that should've been her first clue that the man wasn't right for her. But Zaræn was another matter entirely. She still didn't think her kind could feel love.. didn't she? Perhaps her beliefs on that front were slowly being changed...
On a whim, she summoned a crystal, and dropped it. The silvery dust that puffed upward coalesced around her face, and when it disappeared, her glamour was gone, revealing the feral beauty of the Fae which had been hidden by a mostly human mask of magic. There was a slight tilt to her eyes, which had become a bit larger and vaguely luminous, filled with the gleam of centuries of knowledge. Her ears were just a touch longer, and her skin was possessed of a soft, inherent sparkle that was more intense around her eyes, even forming swirling patterns that seemed to shift every so often. She looked decidedly nervous at this revelation, faint threads of white moving in and out of her hair even as she smiled, trying to cover up her anxiety. "Will you be staying the night?"
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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 18:38:30 GMT -8
The breath catches in Zaræn's throat as Morrigan drops her glamour. It was odd, she didn't look that different. Her features were still easily recognizable she was still his amour. She was just more, it was like before he had been looking at her reflection in a dirty mirror. Now he could see her more clearly and she was even more breath taking than before. A grin spreads across his face, he did so like surprises. As if he needed more proof that it was the same woman her question and the corresponding worry threading through her hair confirmed it.
"Of course! Though tragically I am not wearing a galmour. You will have to settle for regular Zaræn, while I get a new take on my favorite Morrigan."
He pulls her into an embrace and throws both of them into the bed.
<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 May 1, 2016 19:32:26 GMT -8
Zaræn's reaction was unexpected, but pleasing, his grin inspiring one to appear on Morrigan's face, one that revealed slightly pointy canines. At least he hadn't run! Or experienced a brain melt, as some weak-willed humans did; she knew he had a strong mind and a strong spirit, and it would've surprised her more if he'd become enthralled as some did. She laughed softly at his words, shaking her head, and caressed his cheek. "You need no glamour.. I prefer you just the way you are, Zaræn." There was a ruggedness about him that Fae men just didn't have, and it was infinitely appealing. She squeaked when he pulled her into him, and then threw themselves onto the bed, laughing even as her passion rose.
<Fade to black, fade back in come morning>
Sunlight slanted in through the window across the way, landing square on Morrigan's face. Her response was to groan in annoyance and roll over - or it would have been, had it not been for Zaræn's arm around her waist, holding her in place. Deciding that she was content to remain in her lover's embrace, she settled for pulling a spare pillow over her face and snuggling back into him as she yawned. This was most definitely something she could get used to, she mused with a grin. Waking up in a bed that held the person you cared most for in the world was an absolutely fantastic way to begin your day, she was coming to discover.
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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 20:14:57 GMT -8
Morrigan's shifting awoke Zaræn. He normally slept in late, but he found he didn't mind waking up early if it was her waking him up. Burying his face in her hair he find the nape of her neck and kisses it tenderly. The moment is tender and sweat and it last for some time. Then the mornings needs press against her thigh. He finally opens his eyes and sees she is hiding her face with a pillow, that was oddly adorable. It seemed almost a shame to ruin this perfect moment. Still perhaps ruin was the wrong word? Perhaps enhance was better. After all as he often suspected there should be some perks to relationships. Having the woman still be in your bed the following morning was one. With a lusty chuckle at his own thought he pulls her on top of him. Time to enjoy the perks and the peaks that were pressing against him.
<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 May 1, 2016 20:37:03 GMT -8
That kiss drew a sigh from Morrigan, and she stretched languidly, pressing back against him. She would've been happy to lay there and simply enjoy this time for a little longer.. but apparently that wasn't quite enough for Zaræn. Or a certain part of him, anyway. She shifted eagerly on top of him when he dragged her over, more than ready to welcome the morning properly.
<Fade to black, fade back in a couple of hours later>
"Mmph, as pleasurable as this has been, darling, I am absolutely famished." Probably understandable, given their antics of the night before - and those of the past couple hours, for that matter. Pressing a kiss to Zaræn's lips, she dragged herself out of bed and pulled on her robe, before descending to the first floor and making a beeline for the kitchen. Within minutes, pancakes were being made, orange juice was being squeezed, fresh berries were being washed, and sweet white cream was being whipped into fluffy peaks.
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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 21:08:26 GMT -8
Morrigan's statement is met with a yawn. Zaræn honestly wasn't used to waking with the sun, now twice in a week? He was exhausted he debates going back to sleep. Then blinks in surprise. He could actually do it, if he wanted to. He could sleep in her bed without her and it didn't seem odd to him. That was a weird realization, but at least he now had a firm answer to her question. He did doze for a bit longer, but the smell of food and his rumbling stomach drag him out bed. He doesn't bother with a robe as he heads downstairs. Taking his seat at the table and smiling at Morrigan as she make pancakes. Pancakes with... whipped cream. That gave him ideas that brought a grin to his face.
"You know it is a good thing one of us knows how to cook. Especially if we are getting up at these inhumane hours. Honestly if I woke up this early at my loft I'd starve. I never learned how to cook and my chefs don't have food prepared until lunch."
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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 21:20:45 GMT -8
A plate was loaded down with the fluffy discs of delicious, and the table had already been set, by the time Zaræn descended. Morrigan placed the plate of pancakes, bowl of fresh fruit, bowl of whipped cream, little bottle of maple syrup, and pitcher of juice on the table, then dropped into the seat across from him. Spearing a few of the pancakes for herself, she glanced up at him as she put them on the plate before her, and paused in the act of grabbing the bowl of whipped cream, then arched a brow in question. Why did she get the feeling he was going somewhere with this?
"If you're tired, darling, you could've stayed in bed. I would've just cast a stasis spell over the food to keep it fresh and ready for you. Although upon reflection, I should probably set up some sort of magic to block the light better in the bedroom. It is rather obnoxious when it comes up first thing in the morning." She spooned a dollop of cream onto the fluffy stack, added a few random berries from the bowl, and poured herself a glass of juice. She was waiting until the other shoe dropped before taking a bite. She didn't need to go choking on anything, after all.
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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 2, 2016 8:01:18 GMT -8
Zaræn cocked an eyebrow and graced Morrigan with a mischievous grin. So she picked up that he wasnt quite done with that thought. Instead of completing it he decides to skewer some pancakes of his own. Once he has sizable stack liberal decorated with whipped cream, berries, and syrup he pauses. He looks up at her takes a deep breath and...
"Thank you for breakfast Amour."
He wasn't done teasing her just yet. He digs into his food with gusto, he was famished after all.
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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 2, 2016 10:27:32 GMT -8
Oh, that grin. Now she was really wondering what he was about! The look Morrigan gave Zaræn was one of curious suspicion, but she still smiled at the thanks, and decided that she might as well eat. "Of course, darling. It would be terribly unkind of me to wake you up at such an awful hour and then not feed you." Cutting into her pancakes, she took a dainty bite, and sighed happily. Ahh, so delicious! She did so enjoy eating the fruits of her labors, as it were. As she gazed down at the plate before her, a small smile appeared on her face. She'd originally learned how to cook just to horrify her mother.. and then she discovered she enjoyed it.
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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 2, 2016 11:10:50 GMT -8
Zaræn remains silent until breakfast was finished. He then grabs up the bowl of whipcream and wanders over to her side of the table. Setting the bowl down next to her he takes her hands in his. Drawing her to her feet he wraps her in an embrace.
"After careful consideration Amour. I am quite all right with you enchanting one of my mirrors. I think I will also give you a pendant to by pass my wards, should you need to visit on off hours. Before we get to that though..."
Taking his hands from her waist he slips them under the neck of her robe. With a single smooth movement he removes the garment. Once she is bare before him he pushes gently onto the table.
"We have a bowl of whip cream that I would hate to see go to waste."
<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 May 2, 2016 11:30:32 GMT -8
Upon finishing her breakfast, Morrigan gestured absently with a hand, and the dishes began floating into the kitchen.. all except the bowl of fluffy white cream, apparently. She arched a brow when Zaræn approached and took her hands, then pulled her up so she was standing. None of which she fought, of course, although she looked considerably bewildered.. despite having a fairly good idea of what he intended to do with the contents of that bowl, a prospect which excited her visibly. Leaning into him when his arms came around her body, her eyes widened in surprise. He was.. but he'd decided so quickly? She'd thought for sure it would take him more than not even a full day to fully weigh all the angles of the situation. Too stunned to properly formulate a response, she was unable to do more than let him do whatever he pleased.. which was apparently disrobe her, then have his way with her and the remainders of the cream.
<Fade to black.. fade back in a couple of hours later>
Their escapades had required another shower, which had (as expected) only prolonged their time together. Morrigan had just finished drying her hair and pulled on a dress, then descended to the first floor again, meeting Zaræn near the enchanted mirror. Her gaze searched his, her hair tinged with the faint grey of worry. "Are you certain, Zaræn? I don't want you to make an impulsive decision you'll come to regret. And if this is just an elaborate plot to get more home-cooked meals, I'm sure there are easier ways to get what you want." The slight tilt of her lips was brief and faint, paired with the palest ripple of peach through her free-falling hair that was gone within the span of a heartbeat. Cover up her anxiety with humor, typical Morrigan.
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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 2, 2016 14:17:16 GMT -8
Zaræn absently reaches out and tucks a strand of Morrigan's hair behind her ear. It was a casually intimate gesture done subconsciously to comfort her, rather than as a prelude to more intimate contact. Part of him wonders if she is right, perhaps they were moving too fast. Then he remembers how he felt in the bed. So many things came naturally, almost effortlessly to him. When they started this relationship things had seemed so strange and foreign. Now though it seemed natural, it seemed right.
"Amour I realized laying in your bed I could sleep laying there without you. It didn't feel odd to be left alone in your house it felt as natural as breathing. I am still not sure where this is going Morrigan, but I am eager to. I... think it may be love. I am not sure yet but I find I hope it is."
Zaræn then did something he had never done before, he blushed. He hadn't meant to be that open about his feelings.
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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 2, 2016 14:30:17 GMT -8
That gesture was.. oddly sweet, and Morrigan found herself leaning closer to Zaræn. She never would've expected such an action from him, but it warmed her heart to receive it. When he spoke, she looked up at him, surprised to hear that he was comfortable enough to sleep in her home without her, and glad that he was looking forward to seeing where things went from here. And then she nearly choked on her tongue. It may be love? Her eyes widened, and she had to struggle not to stiffen. Affection was one thing. She respected him greatly. But.. love? She couldn't even feel love.. could she? Once again, Morrigan wondered if her kind were wrong about that. She fought to find words, and when she located them, she measured each one carefully before speaking it.
"If this is truly what you wish, I won't say no. I'm still not even certain if my people can feel.. love.. but..." She had to pause, obviously having a hard time with what she was going to say next, and reached up to stroke his cheek with delicate fingertips. "..there's no one else I would rather feel that way about, if I can. Let's just.. see where this takes us. No expectations, no rules, no promises. Oui?" Finally, she smiled, as rich violet slowly began to fill 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 May 2, 2016 15:00:55 GMT -8
"Not sure you can feel love? Well that makes two of use amour, let us find out together then."
Zaræn cups her chin before leaning into kiss her. He holds it for a long time and when he finally lets go he smiles down at her.
"I agree to your deal amour. Let us see where this takes us, though I do have on expectation. I expect to enjoy it tremendously no matter how it turns out."
His smile turns to his usually flirtatious grin as his other hand suddenly squeezes her rear. The moment had been sentimental, but he wouldn't be who he was if he didn't get in a little flirting. With that he steps to the mirror and to just outside the Forge Fire. He waits for her there so she can set up the door way. It was a good thing he had a full length mirror in his 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 May 2, 2016 15:10:14 GMT -8
Morrigan felt her heart swell with affection at his words, and she tilted her head up to receive that kiss happily, enjoying it immensely while it lasted. When Zaræn drew away, she grinned up at him, only to chuckle softly at his words, then laugh openly as he grasped her posterior. "That's an expectation I can agree with. However, let me just say that you're utterly incorrigible. Fortunately for you, that's one of the many reasons why I adore you." Watching him move through the mirror, she smiled fondly, then followed him through. It was time to basically exchange keys to their homes. Never did she think this would happen to her.
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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 13, 2016 20:46:29 GMT -8
It was just a little before dawn when Zaræn slipped through the magic mirror into Morrigan's bedroom. In the past few months he had spent more time in her bed than his own. Last night though he had stayed in his loft. Mostly because he had a plan for what should be an enjoyable day. This enjoyable day though required an early start. Zaræn was not an early riser under the best of conditions and sleeping in Morrigan's bed was not the best for sleep. Though it was certainly the best for other things. Indeed since he had denied himself last night to get his early rise, other things were what was on his mind right now. What better way to start an excellent day after all? The bartender slips under the covers, straddles her hips, and begins to tickle her awake with his lips. Running them in light little pecks over her most sensitive areas.
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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 13, 2016 21:04:09 GMT -8
It had been a long night at the club, and Morrigan had actually left before closing to come home and sleep. Finding her bed empty of her lover didn't put her in the best of moods.. at least until she hit the mattress and realized she was too tired for antics anyway. The wards, which were keyed to Zaræn's presence, didn't even respond when he entered the house, and the Fae woman continued to sleep peacefully, entirely unaware of his presence. At least, until a weight settling across her body stirred her into wakefulness. She came to consciousness at the sensation of his lips moving across her body, and indulged in a luxurious stretch as she grinned, violet eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him while violet and pink spiraled through her sleep-tousled locks.
"Mmm, well, this is an unexpectedly delicious surprise.. good morning to you, darling." Her voice was a husky purr as she reached toward him, fully intent on partaking of her favorite pre-breakfast treat.
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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 13, 2016 21:16:31 GMT -8
"Very good amour, despite the inhuman hour."
Normally Zaræn would stop her from touching him. He loved to spend a great deal of time making Morrigan writhe and moan underneath him, before they got to the really good part. Today though they had to be out of the house before noon. So though it pained him to do so, he skipped some of the foreplay. Not all of it of course a time limit was no excuse to get sloppy.
<Fade to black and fade back in an hour later.>
"I am mmmm sorry amour, but mmmm we have to stop here. We have an mmmm appointment very soon."
Despite his words he repeatedly interrupted himself by kissing her. Zaræn had never been very good at repressing his ravenous libido and surprisingly getting in a relationship had made things worse. He had always heard that sex began to dry up the longer you were with someone. However, that hadn't been the case with them He supposed that he and Morrigan must be one of those exceptions that proved the rule. Eventually he manages to pull himself away from her and get dressed. They needed to get some food and get going very soon and he told her as much. Though he made it a point not to mention where they were going.
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