Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154 
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 15:56:08 GMT -8
Lisere moaned as Aesen took advantage of her daze to part her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she wasn't even aware of it as her tongue battled playfully with his, tasting him and exploring this new act. It stirred feelings in her that she didn't understand and had never felt before, a twisting sensation low in her belly that made her want things. She had no idea what things, but she wanted them. And then the kiss was broken, and she gasped a whimper, eyes fluttering open so that she could look up at Aesen with a thoroughly stunned expression. She licked her lips and tried to process his words, then blinked and nodded slowly when they finally sank in.
"..Yes. Dinner. I'll.. go see if there's any food in the kitchen." Her cheeks began to fill rapidly with heat, and then she was pulling away from him again, sliding out of the bed and hurrying out of his room, into the kitchen. The realization that there was no food in the pantry made her ponder whether they should eat out, or she should just go to the market and stock up. She stood there, left arm folded across her abdomen and corresponding hand cradling her right elbow, with the fingertips of that hand pressed thoughtfully to her lips. And she was still flushed.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 17:07:00 GMT -8
Aesen lingers in the bed for a few moments gathering his thoughts. Eventually though he join Lisere in the kitchen. It is of course barren and he turns to her. His eyes flick breifly to her lips and the hand pressed against them. Sky, but he wanted to kiss her again. It had felt so good, so right. Even after every thing he tried to tell himself about not giving in, he still wanted her. Shoving that to the side for the moment he clears his throat and says with forced levity.
"Well, let's go get dinner. We can pick up some groceries before returning. Never thought I'd do that, but then again I don't cook. I suppose I should count myself lucky you do."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 17:35:23 GMT -8
Lisere started when Aesen spoke and unconsciously jumped away from him, letting her hand fall and fixing him with a wide-eyed gaze. Her flush renewed as she looked at him, and then she looked away with a nervous chuckle, grabbing her wildly-swishing tail with both hands and stroking the appendage as though to calm its fervor.
"Eheh, yeah, I taught myself how, too many nights going hungry with not enough coin to buy food and no one willing to feed me. So um, yes, let's go find a place to eat, and.. you don't have to go shopping with me. I'll just go first thing in the morning and you can sleep in." Giving him an anxious smile, she turned away and started toward the door, pausing beside her discarded satchel. She grabbed it and carried it into the other bedroom, setting it down on the bed, then returned to the front door and exited the apartment.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 17:53:07 GMT -8
Aesen watches Lisere flee and then sighs. He hadn't had the opportunity to say anything before she left. So he chases after her, ready to talk when he catches up. When he does he says with a little gasp for breath.
"I want to go shopping with you though!"
<Exit to open air market.>
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 20:46:13 GMT -8
They returned a couple of hours later with a basket full of food. Once they'd entered the apartment, Lisere liberated Aesen of his burden - that being said basket - and carted it into the kitchen. There, she began putting the food away, tucking it into the pantry and the fascinating little cold cabinet. She hummed quietly off-key as she did so, her tail swaying languidly but happily behind her.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 21:12:13 GMT -8
Aesen joined her in the kitchen. Hoping up to plop his butt upon a counter top. He watches her as she works. He'd been grinning like a loon since they'd left the house earlier. He imagined he could still feel his lips tingling from when he and Lisere had kissed. That had been quite the kiss. A memorable amazing kiss. A kiss he wanted to repeat at some point soon. Indeed when she was finished he'd wait until she tried to get past him. When she did he'd reach out to grab her and pull her into another kiss.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 21:34:19 GMT -8
Once Lisere had everything stowed and she'd put the basket aside for future use, she fidgeted anxiously for a few moments before deciding that she would go to her room. The way Aesen was looking at her made her nervous, although she tried very hard to hide it. She also did a terrible job of that. She'd never been very good at hiding how she felt or what she thought. It was even harder with Aesen, who she cared about. Trying to bypass him, she gasped as he grabbed her, and looked up at him with wide eyes. Only for a muffled squeak to be heard as his lips captured hers. She closed her eyes and listed into him, her hands rising to press against his chest as she kissed him back. Her tail twitched and curled, the sensations his kiss inspired making her shudder. She still didn't understand how this could make her feel so good, but she just let it happen.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 21:43:39 GMT -8
The kiss deepens far quicker this time. Lips parting and tongues meeting. Tasting her, finding her more intoxicating than any wine. Sky, he loved Lisere he really did. He doesn't know how long the kiss lasts this time. There is no hunger to interrupt it. Eventually though he does break the kiss. Not because he is done, but because their position is rather uncomfortable. He takes a long deep breath and he murmurs softly.
"I don't suppose you'd like to go back to the bed and do this. It was a lot more comfortable there."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 22:10:31 GMT -8
Lisere made a quiet sound of protest when the kiss broke, and blinked up at Aesen in mild confusion, wondering why he'd stopped. Then he spoke, and her already flushed cheeks darkened, slightly embarrassed by his boldness. She argued with herself for a few moments, remembering how nice it had been to wake up snuggled into his arms, and then nodded slowly.
"I would like that.." Taking his hand with a shy smile, she tugged him down off the counter, and made her way toward his bedroom. Toeing her sandals off just outside her own door, she then moved into his room and crawled onto his bed, careful of her claws on both hands and feet. Her tail was swishing nervously as she chewed on her lower lip. Hopefully he didn't expect.. more? The thought filled her with a small thrill of excitement, as well as a bit of fear. She wasn't ready for that. She loved him, but-- The realization of those feelings hit her suddenly, and she blinked, her eyes widening. Oh. She.. loved him? Oh dear.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 7:47:39 GMT -8
Aesen crawled into bed next to Lisere. Under better circumstances he might have noted her nervousness. That her eyes were open wide and her lips was being chewed. At the moment though he was too wrapped up in hormones to pay that much attention. The girl he loved and wanted, had agreed to make out with him on his bed. So the moment he was next to her his lips found hers again, his arm wrapping round her waist pulling her tight.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 8:38:46 GMT -8
All thoughts of love and insecurity faded away when Aesen took her into his arms, and Lisere closed her eyes as her own wound around him, throwing herself into the kiss. They were getting better at this, she thought - there was less awkwardness of movement, they were learning what felt good and what they liked. Hesitantly, careful of her claws, she threaded her fingers through his hair, sighing pleasurably as their tongues tangled and the taste of him - something uniquely Aesen, mixed with the lingering flavors of dinner and the wine they'd had with it - flooded her senses. Yes.. she loved him. She accepted that, even as it frightened her.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 9:51:44 GMT -8
Aesen fell into the kiss with a wild abandon. Every thought, worry, and care fell away. All that mattered was Lisere and her lips upon his, her fingers tangled in his hair. His instincts and desire scream at him to explore her body. To let his hands wander to touch and caress. To please her and in doing please himself. Some part of him though holds back. As much as he wanted her, needed her, loved her. Part of him still believed he didn't deserve her. So though he'd still a kiss he couldn't bring himself to try and steal her virtue. So he would just kiss her with all his barely contained passion until eventually sleep takes him.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 10:09:48 GMT -8
She didn't know what it was, but Lisere could sense that something was wrong. Every time they parted to breathe, the renewed kiss felt so.. desperate. Like Aesen was struggling with himself for some reason. This bothered her, although she didn't let it show. Despite her drowsiness, when Aesen fell asleep, she remained awake, looking at him, observing his face in the pale moonlight filtering through the window. She loved him. And she hated this feeling like her being there was causing him such inner conflict. He'd tried to push her away, and she hadn't let him. Maybe she should have. Doing her best not to wake him, Lisere tried to slide out of the bed - if she was successful, she'd retreat to the other bedroom.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 10:25:40 GMT -8
Lisere would find that her attempt to get away met with resistance. In his sleep Aesen clung to her. The fear of losing her keeping his arms tight upon her even in his sleep. He fears it as an inevitability yet he wants to fight against it. So when he feels her stir his arms tighten around her waist. In half mumbled voice, perhaps lost in a dream he speaks.
"No... can't lose you... don't deserve..."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 10:29:21 GMT -8
Lisere froze when Aesen's grip on her tightened. And then those words met her ears, causing them to droop, and her tail to flop limply across the bed. So that was it. He wanted to keep her, but still felt like he didn't deserve her.. that he would just hurt her, or something would happen and he'd end up leaving her alone. Closing her eyes, she fought against the urge to cry, and tucked her hands against her chest as she snuggled closer to him. Nuzzling her face into his shoulder, she let the weariness overcome her and tumbled quickly into a deep sleep, troubled with dark dreams.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 12:49:15 GMT -8
Aesen's sleep is as troubled as Lisere's. His fears and worries conjuring dark phantoms to haunt him. It wouldn't be until almost dawn that exhaustion pushed him into a deeper sleep. One free of the worries of the day. It was then that his arms would relax and Lisere would be able to find her escape.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 15:52:14 GMT -8
The tiefling woke repeatedly during the night, and at some point just as the sun was preparing to peek over the horizon, she realized Aesen had let her go. She forced herself closer to full wakefulness and slid out of his arms, and off the bed, creeping out of the room and pulling the door shut behind her. Moving into the other bedroom, she pulled the door shut and locked it - or she thought she did, anyway. The combination of claws and sleepy fumbling meant that she turned the lock, but the latch didn't catch, and she was too tired to notice that fact. Dragging the pillows and blankets off the bed, she tucked them into the corner behind the bed - which had been placed so that a little hollow was formed behind the headboard - and then crawled into said hollow. Burrowing into the makeshift nest, she curled up and dropped back into slumber, holding her tail against her chest in a nearly childish version of comfort.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 16:27:17 GMT -8
Aesen stirred at Lisere's absence. He did not awaken though. Not for another few hours. When he does he slowly gets out of bed. He cranes his ear and doesn't hear the sound of her making breakfast. Or lunch he supposed would make more sense. Stepping out into the main room he finds that she isn't there. His heart sinks and he starts to panic. Heading to her door he tests the latch. It opens easily enough and inside he see and empty bed. He slumps dejectedly against the door frame. She'd left him that was it then. It takes him a minute to realize that he could see a foot sticking out from behind the bed. Moving across the room slowly he finds her curled up in a nest of blankets. Reaching out he tentatively pokes her leg.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 16:46:50 GMT -8
Lisere was deeply asleep, her face hidden in a pillow, and at first, she didn't react to the poke.. aside from her tail twitching and thumping against the floor. Then she abruptly started awake, jerking into an upright position. She stared at Aesen blearily for a few moments, as though not quite awake enough to really know what she was seeing, and then it finally sank in that Aesen was peering at her. She gave him a small, tired smile, and spoke quietly.
"Hi. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to oversleep. I'll go make breakfast." And then she looked and saw the angle and color of the light trickling in through the window, and amended her statement. "..Or lunch, rather."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 26, 2016 17:27:00 GMT -8
"You don't have to. Besides I am more interested in finding out why you are behind your bed."
Aesen gives Lisere his customary roguish grin. Unaware of the pain he is causing her. Because how could he know she'd picked up on his insecurity? Even if he did how would he fix it? Luckily for the moment those questions will go unaddressed. For the moment he is happy. He is happy because she is still with him. Because he gets her for another day.
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