Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77 
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 15, 2016 22:36:40 GMT -8
"Thank you for coming," said Alecos, warmly, as he dismounted, landing on his good leg. He reached up to gently lift Eleniel down from the horse, and then changed his mind, cradling her lower back in the nook of his left arm, and holding his other under her knees. He walked with her, gazing into her dusky pools as he tried his hardest not to fall, limping slightly on his failing leg. Once he made his way to the seating, he gently lowered her down into the seat, before taking a seat beside her.
"Sorry for carrying you over; I'd hate to see you slip," Of course, this was not, in fact, the reason he had carried her over, but that was plain to see.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380 
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 15, 2016 22:56:08 GMT -8
When he dismounted, Len was fully prepared to simply hop down herself; it wasn't her first time getting off a horse, after all, let alone in a dress. So imagine her surprise when Alecos not only helped her down off the horse's back, but swept her into his arms. Her own came around his neck once more, and she looked up at him, wide-eyed and blushing. This was quite possibly one of the sweetest things a man had ever done for her, and she felt herself fall a little bit more in love with him.. but the glow of that feeling was very quickly replaced by concern as she realized he was limping. A worried expression came across her face, and it persisted even after she was set down, her arms uncurling from about his neck, whereupon she immediately reached out and touched his cheek.
"That's very sweet, Alecos, but are you alright?" She didn't want to point out that she had discerned his uneven gait, no matter how slight the hitch in his stride was, especially not since it was patently obvious his reasoning hadn't been the professed one. But she felt guilty; as nice as it had been to be held in his arms, she didn't want him straining an injury just for a romantic gesture on her behalf. The gaze which searched his face was blatantly swimming with distress at the prospect.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 16, 2016 21:44:16 GMT -8
Alecos' face flickered briefly, nigh-unnoticeable, with pain, before he reached up and brushed her hand away from his cheek, gently. "An old injury, it's nothing to worry about," he said softly, while he pulled himself back to his feet to reach for his cane from the side of the horse. Almost immediately after grabbing onto it, his body straightened up and relaxed, and he looked more comfortable, and painless. He took his seat beside her once again, before waving his hand over the terrine. "Would you like some, my lady?"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 16, 2016 21:58:25 GMT -8
An old injury? And he'd aggravated it by carrying her? The look Len gave him then clearly said what she thought of his actions: While it was undeniably sweet, she wouldn't have him doing that in the future. "I think it's something to worry about." That simple statement clearly said just how much she cared for Alecos, that even if he wasn't concerned about himself, she absolutely was. She watched with more than a little concern as he stood, and relaxed only marginally when he retrieved his cane.. even then just because he seemed more at ease with it in his hand. Those eyes followed his passage as he returned to her, and the moment he was at her side again, she moved closer, leaning lightly against him.
"Yes, thank you. It looks delicious." All the sunshine and happiness was back in her demeanor now as she reached out and plucked a piece of terrine from its place. Taking a delicate nibble, a pleased expression crossed her face. "Mm! It tastes just as good as it looks." She turned her head, fixing a sidelong, openly affectionate glance on her handsome companion, and smiled. "You really outdid yourself. Delicious food, beautiful scenery, the most wonderful company a woman could want.. this is quite easily the best night I've had in a very long time." She was obviously genuine, and meant every word; she may tease, but Eleniel never lied.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 16, 2016 23:23:16 GMT -8
Alecos sat beside her, reaching an arm around her to put his hand on her left shoulder, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He smiled, reaching forwards with his other hand to grab a piece of the terrine, leaving his cane resting in the crook of the chair. He took a bite of it, appreciating the strong flavours of the aromatic basil, and the salty, rich salmon. "It is quite good, isn't it?" he said, wiping the crumbs from his face with the sleeve of his shirt, before looking amusedly guilty. "This night has been... more than I could've ever expected. I... I'm so glad you felt the same way I felt. These feelings have been... shaking around inside me for the longest time I can imagine now, and... It feels good. It feels right." He looked down at her, warm, considerate and happily, unusually.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 16, 2016 23:35:04 GMT -8
With his arm around her, Len wasted no time nestling as close to him as she possibly could, even leaning her head on his shoulder as she nibbled steadily at the terrine until it was gone. It was so nice to enjoy such a peaceful moment with Alecos. This wasn't at all how she'd pictured this night going, although gods knew she had hoped for it, had dared to wish that he would return her feelings. When he began to speak about the evening in question, she raised her head from his shoulder and looked up at him, her eyes softening as he spoke.
"I understand what you mean.. completely. Ever since that night at the ball.. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I wanted so badly to say something, but I never thought you could have feelings for someone like me." Her hand rose from where it had been resting in her lap, moving to lay over his heart, wanting to feel the steady beat of it beneath her palm. "I never thought my heart would feel for anyone again.. but when I saw you silhouetted so strikingly in the moonlight.. I think I lost it to you, in that moment." Her cheeks colored with the admission; Len had never been good with words, in her own opinion, and she hoped she didn't sound as stupid as she felt.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 17, 2016 19:13:39 GMT -8
"I... After the way I treated you that evening, I thought you would never regard me the same way I regard you. But... I never have regretted anything in my life as much as how I acted that evening. I thought... well, I thought you would hate me. And never have I been so glad to find out I was wrong." As Len laid her hand on Alecos' chest, it wasn't the slow, steady beat she would expect - instead, it was fast, erratic, wild. It could probably be chalked up to his excitement and nervousness of the evening. As her cheeks coloured, Alecos gently rubbed her cheek with his rough, calloused thumb, loving the feel of her beautiful, soft skin against his old, worked digits.
Again? I wonder what that story is... Perhaps, in time, when she feels more comfortable...
"I have never felt for someone like I do for you. My life has always revolved around work - business, commerce, ruling, politics. I never had a chance to spend time on myself, because it was always concern for other people. Now, the only person I have to care about is you."
And Ihram, of course. But he can sort himself out.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 17, 2016 19:29:26 GMT -8
He thought she would hate him? Len looked up at Alecos, wide-eyed. How could he think such a thing? She chuckled a bit at the thought. She wasn't the kind to hate anyone.. she was far too cheery and good-natured for that. As he would come to find out, in time, if he didn't realize the full extent of it already. Though that was hard to imagine, with the way she was positively glowing as she gazed up at him, lit from within by sheer joy. "I don't hate people easily, Alecos.. and certainly not for something as small as that. You didn't offend me, and even if you had, you more than made up for it by giving me another chance to get to know you. In truth, I was more mad at myself, for misleading you, however unintentionally."
When he caressed her cheek, she tilted her head into the touch, reveling in the simple gesture of affection. It had been so long since she'd been touched so tenderly, and it felt.. amazing. She breathed a soft, contented sound, lifting her hand to lay over his, prolonging the contact for just a moment. Then she let her hand fall and smiled up at him, her heart shining openly within the stormy eyes that gazed into his. "Really? I feel very special, then, to be the first to touch your heart. I swear to you that I'll take good care of it.. I already trust you to do the same with mine."
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she leaned in and kissed him; it was a soft, sweet, brief caress of lips, and lasted not nearly as long as she would like. Then again, if things went the way that she would've liked them to, dinner would no longer be their focus and there would be a lot more kissing going on.. and possibly some other things. Drawing away with a shy smile, she turned and picked up another slice of the terrine, taking a happy bite and savoring the blend of flavors as she chewed. So tasty! By the gods, but she loved Gauldish food.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 18, 2016 21:23:36 GMT -8
As Eleniel's lips grazed against his, Alecos was too... deep in the moment to return. He still truly couldn't believe what was happening before him - this beautiful, amazing woman was in love with him, and he reciprocated the feeling.
"You mentioned... someone else? Who were they...?" asked Alecos, slowly, delicately.
I hope I haven't overstepped my bounds... We were getting on so well.
Idiot.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 18, 2016 21:37:19 GMT -8
That question wasn't entirely unexpected, although Eleniel didn't answer immediately. This was partially because she was still chewing, but she also appeared to be pondering the best way to answer the question. After she finished chewing, and swallowed, she turned to look at Alecos and smiled; it wasn't forced, although it did hold a small hint of sadness. "His name was Tomas Winsale. He was human. He was my lover, and we were engaged to be married. But a war sprang up in his homeland, and although I asked him not to, he felt it was his duty to fight. So he did. And he never came back. After seven months, we received word that he'd been killed in the line of battle. That was more than a century ago."
Turning away, she gazed back toward the table, gazing thoughtfully upon the food as she continued speaking. "My human family encouraged me to go back and live with them, but with my adoptive parents dead, it just didn't feel like home anymore. And I certainly didn't want to go back to my birth parents' kin, even though they'd taught me the ways of the ranger - they thought I was uncultured and 'too human', and I despised them for looking down on me. So I devoted my life to protecting nature, and I roamed alone for many years. That's how I found myself on a ship, and ended up here."
Her ears twitched, and then she laughed softly, her gaze returning to Alecos as she gave him a crooked smile. "I know you didn't ask about the rest, but I figured you might as well know about where I come from.. it's only fair, since I know about your past. Not to mention, most of the other Elves I meet always ask, 'Why were you involved with a human?', as though I had some sort of disease." That thought made her chuckle, her nose crinkling slightly in amusement. "I don't mean to have any secrets from you, Alecos. You can ask me anything, and I'll answer happily."
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 20, 2016 0:56:42 GMT -8
Alecos looked solemn as she told her story, thinking about the many questions that came to mind as he held his arm around her, rubbing the side of her arm as a show of solidarity, support.
How old was he?
How old were you?
Why did you leave your home?
Who were your human families?
... Do you miss him?
He could have asked all these questions, and more, but instead, something else came tumbling out of her mouth.
"My mother... She was a human, and she died in childbirth, taking my sister with her. I was four-and-ten, and she was much older than I, much older than any human could ordinarily live for. My father... he made gave his life to her so they would live for the same... the same amount of time. He... You have never seen a grieved rage like his. For weeks, months, years, it felt, the halls of our home were devoid of song and warmth, of love and life, and everyone suffered, but nobody quite like he did. He was inconsolable, and he drove everyone away. In the end, I was sent to learn the arts of Elven battle for the next seventy or so years, until I could take on a certain role my father, and his father, and his father beyond had taken custodian of, as I did until a suitable replacement was found, at which point I returned home to find a dead father and a nation in chaos. Lord Ihram Krigsbroder had been steward in my place, and when I returned, he was granted control over another of the large islands of the archipelago to attempt to retake control. It was bloody, it was brutal, and it ended in 167 dead. Executed for rebellion. It took 167 deaths before people could see sense."
He sighed looking out, towards the horizon, towards the open.
"But... That didn't last for long. Xenophobic sentiment rose, and we were evicted. Fled for our lives to this land, and we've been here since."
He looked at her beautiful face, smiling up at him, and the tears rose in his eyes. The pain she'd suffered was much worse than his, and yet she was always happy, always positive, and he was an angry, bitter old man. He'd gone so very wrong, somewhere...
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 20, 2016 11:08:05 GMT -8
Eleniel hadn't expected Alecos to tell her more about his past. Not at all. So although her eyes first rounded in surprise, she soon turned slightly in her seat, shifting to face him fully and devote the entirety of her attention to his tale. Emotions flashed across her lovely visage as he spoke: Sorrow for the loss of mother, sister, and father. Pride at his dedication to learning the ways of battle. Dismay at the loss of life. Sympathy at Alecos and his friend being driven from their homeland. Seeing the tears within his eyes, she reached up and cupped his cheek with a slender hand, her thumb caressing his skin, offering him a warm, loving smile.
"I'm sorry you've been through so much, Alecos. It can't be easy. And I know that I'll never be proper compensation for all that you've lost, but I hope that I'll at least be able to ease some of your sorrow. It pains my heart, to see you so sad." Her smile brightened, those misty hues searching the handsome planes of his face with open adoration. How could it be that her heart felt so strongly for a man she barely knew? "I want to make you smile, and laugh, and at least give you some happiness, if I can. I figure I might achieve some of that by sheer virtue of being around you so much that it seeps into you slowly over time." She was clearly teasing him, trying to lighten the mood.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 21, 2016 5:13:54 GMT -8
"As long... As long as you are with me, I shall never feel a day of sorrow again." Alecos said, chuckling wryly, internally. Her very nature rebelled against his, and yet it worked so well.
Sorrowsong. Look how that turned out for me.
"You will give me more happiness than I ever could deserve." Alecos spoke warmly, and from the heart, and even as he said that, he leant over to brush her across the lips with his own. As he did so, though, he enjoyed the feel, the love, the intimacy of it, that he stayed there, gently touching, tasting the faint traces of salmon on her lips, and smelling the sweet lilacs of her perfume.
She was perfect, and he knew it.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 21, 2016 10:41:28 GMT -8
His words warmed her heart. Did Alecos genuinely believe that? That he would never be sad again, as long as she was around? Eleniel marveled at the instant connection between them, that their hearts were so easily drawn together in bonds of love. "You deserve all the happiness in the world." Breathlessly spoken words were just shy of being cut off by the press of his lips to hers, and her eyes closed as she immersed herself in the tender embrace. The hand which had been resting on his cheek slid back, curling loosely over the back of his neck, embedding her fingers in his hair and gently stroking his flesh. Her other hand fumbled out and, once it found his, she twined their fingers gently.
The warmth of his kiss was dizzying by sheer virtue of being so sweetly intense, so much so that Len breathed a small, contented sigh as she leaned yet closer to his sturdy form. It felt like an eternity later that she finally parted from him, opening her eyes to gaze at Alecos past a thick fringe of golden lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze darkened to a deep stormy grey that belied her passion, and her lips curved slowly into a small, but undeniably happy, smile. Part of her wanted to clamber onto his lap and kiss him senseless until he dragged her to the ground in a fit of desire, but she abstained, uncertain how he would react to such forwardness. "You make it very hard for me to care about dinner.. which is quite an accomplishment. I love food. Apparently, I love you more."
Despite her gently teasing tone, she was clearly serious, and a sudden nervous gleam blossomed in her gaze. Neither of them had actually said the words aloud, although the emotion was implicit.. would he react negatively to such an open, if slightly backhanded, confession? She fell into nervous habit, gently biting her lower lip as she awaited his reaction.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 21, 2016 20:42:27 GMT -8
She was teasing him, in her constant manner, and he knew it, but he couldn't focus on that. All he could hear, pounding in his ears, were those words of commitment she had just said, and even in that gently taunting way she spoke, he could tell she was serious about it.
I love you more.
He could feel every move, every motion she made acutely. He could feel her fluttering heart beating under her breast, which touched his chest, where his own heart had calmed somewhat. He scented those lilacs again, breathed them in, and he realised what he had to do, had to say.
"I love you, too. More than the sun loves the moon. More than the dry summer fields love the cool, wet rain of autumn. I have only known you for the shortest of times, but already, it feels like I have discovered a part of me that I never knew I was missing."
He pressed his lips down onto her forehead gently, before releasing her, looking down into her stormy pools with his own sorrel eyes, seeing something in there, something in there that gave him the slightest hint of what she might want...
"Seeing as you said you don't particularly care for dinner any more..." said Alecos slyly, while still attempting, at least, to retain a little of his noblesse, as he reached over and placed the steel cover back over the platter that the exposed terrine rested on. "perhaps there's something you'd rather do?" The look he gave her left no doubt to what that meant.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 21, 2016 21:29:00 GMT -8
Why was he looking at her like that? Oh no, had she upset him? Was it too soon? Len was on the verge of panicking and attempting a hasty backpedal when Alecos began to speak, and her eyes rounded in astonishment.. before they began to fill with the glossy sheen of tears as his words reached her ears. He loved her. His words were sweet poetry, but more heartfelt and genuine than any poem could ever be. She felt her lips curving into a smile so warm and filled with every feeling she was experiencing that she couldn't even begin to stop it, not that she wanted to. As those tears overflowed and spilled down her cheeks, she breathed a watery laugh, and struggled to muster a reply while he kissed the pale skin of her brow.
"I.. I never expected that I would fall in love with someone so quickly.. but I can't deny the way my heart feels. And I wouldn't even if I could. I just want to be with you. I would give up everything, if you asked me to, and go wherever you wanted. Just say the word. If you'll have me, I'm yours, for the rest of my days. I swear this to you with all that I am." She gazed up into his eyes, marveling at the love she saw there. He loved her. How had this happened? Was she dreaming? She was barely aware of him moving as he covered the terrine, puzzled by his words.. until he asked that question. Then her brows arched upward in surprise, her eyes widening, and her cheeks filled with a blush that was only part embarrassment, and was in fact a very large portion of anticipation. He was asking if she wanted to...
"Oh, my." She whispered the words, her belly twisting anxiously, and moved her hands to curl her fingers gently into the lapels of his coat. Leaning closer to Alecos, she casually slid herself onto his lap and lowered her voice, murmuring in breathless excitement. "Would you think less of me if I said I wanted to completely forget dinner? There are things I would much rather do.. right here and now. I suppose I could wait long enough to ask you back to my cottage, it's not far from where we left the carriage after all, but I've been aching for you since you first kissed me." Her lips brushed against his, a tauntingly brief caress. It was clear in the heated way she looked at him, she was silently begging Alecos to take her, whether it be on the table, on the ground, she honestly couldn't care less; she just wanted him.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 22, 2016 20:35:45 GMT -8
Alecos wrapped his arms around Eleniel, crossing them across her back, and pulled her down onto him, whispering into her ear, 'We can stay... right here." The smouldering look he gave her was full of immoral and very ignoble sentiment, most out of character for him, but... lust does strange things to men, and Alecos was no exception, especially after he realised she wanted it as much as he did. 'Maybe, after, we can spend the rest of the night at... your cottage.'
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 22, 2016 20:42:30 GMT -8
Oh, that look. It did such delicious things to her, and Len felt desire twist low in her body. The words Alecos spoke drew a soft, breathless moan from her, and she pulled herself closer to him with a breathless utterance. "Oh thank the gods, I feel like I've been waiting years for this." Then she kissed him with all the passion in her petite form. Who cared about dinner when she had the man she loved ready to ravish her on the spot? She was certainly going to take him up on it!
<Fade to black>
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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 27, 2016 21:46:30 GMT -8
Aesen and Lisere Kestrel made there way into the winding woods. He'd visited these woods a few time with his mother. He remembers a shaded valley filled with wild flowers. Laughter, sunlight, and love. The memory brings an old sadness to his heart. Yet it is to this valley he takes Lisere. He wants to share it with her. To create new memories in this place. A place that is almost holy to him. Once they set out the blanket he flops down and closes his eyes. After a moment he mumurs to her. "I used to come here as a child. Just me and my mother. Some of my fondest memories happened in this valley." |
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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 27, 2016 21:52:54 GMT -8
Lisere walked happily with Aesen, admiring the loveliness of the woods around them with her tail swaying and her steps bouncing. The little glade he took her to was exceptionally pretty, and she was silent with awe as they spread out the blanket. Once it was settled and the basket was placed atop it, she nudged off her sandals and immersed her feet in the thick grass, wriggling her toes within the blades of greenery and savoring the pleasantly ticklish sensation between those digits with their shortened claws. After a few moments, she sighed, a brief, happy exhalation, and dropped down next to Aesen, careful not to sit on her tail. Stretching out and resting her upper body back on her elbows, she was prepared to bask in the sunshine.. and instead found her eyes opening, head turning to let her look at Aesen as he spoke. Her eyes widened, and then she looked back out on the valley, seeing it in a new light. After a moment, she moved closer to him, cuddling into his side and draping her arm over his body as she replied quietly.
"I'm honored you'd bring me someplace so important to you. I hope it doesn't make you sad, being back here without her."
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