timeskips ahoy

[iconoclassist]

[So. Some time has passed on all these adventures. Eventually, people did settle down--well, some of them. Oryn's trading is doing well, Tora and his wife were, one presumed, well-off and not eating people. Sanaz had, of course, wandered off again, but such things were expected.

In the case of a certain elf, she had said there was some business she needed to sort through in Ra-Zehman, but in deference to how badly the desert agreed with him, been incredibly stubborn on sending Konstantin home ahead.

Which brings us to today, where a cloaked, tall woman has wandered right on into the castle, freaking out the guards who swore they never saw her come in, followed by a gleaming white stag and, one assumes, a veritable menagerie somewhere outside waiting.

What do.]

Comments

[fieldarcanum]

If a man who was literally a monster could find love, why would you be unable to, Shirin? What makes you less deserving?

[He will hug her to him, then, cloak or no.]

[iconoclassist]

[She's happy to just lean her head on his shoulder, then.]

Mm...it wasn't a matter of not deserving it. But the war...snatched my master and my newly-blooming heart away, and I never thought that I could get it back again, after that.

I didn't, ah, exactly take the revelation too well. But you probably knew that.

[fieldarcanum]

I recall a rather angry evening in a hotel room, once or twice.

[He will murmur in her ear, then.]

You will not lose this again, though. I promise.

[iconoclassist]

I'm holding you to that.

[She'll nuzzle into his neck, then, if he's going for her ear again.]

[fieldarcanum]

[He's being nice! He's not chewing on it or anything.]

Among other things, I suspect.

[iconoclassist]

Well, that wardrobe does look fascinatingly sturdy...

[fieldarcanum]

A bed large enough for four, marble pillars, a bath so large I believe it was once art before it was flooded, and your first thought is the wardrobe?

[He laughs.]

Because it is wooden?

[iconoclassist]

[Licking up his neck.]

Because I knew you'd laugh. You know the room better than I do...you could take me anywhere.

[fieldarcanum]

I may take you everywhere, but I'm not sure where to begin, is all.

[Licking the rim of her ear in retaliation, then.]

[iconoclassist]

Well...to be honest, I could probably use the bath.

[Squeaking and jumping a little. Yep, those are still sensitive.]

[fieldarcanum]

As a counterpoint, you'd need it regardless.

[What if he runs one of his fangs along it, not hard enough to cut but enough for it to be obvious that's what he's doing?]

[iconoclassist]

A-Ahh!

[THAT IS CHEATING.] I-I'm trying to make suggestions, here!

[fieldarcanum]

There's the Shirin I remember.

[He laughs.]

Well, I need to get you out of this cloak and the rest of what you're wearing first, regardless.

[iconoclassist]

Oh, that's rich, coming from you and all your finery.

[But she'll pretty much immediately undo the clasp on the cloak so it just falls right off, revealing that she...apparently came to court pretty scandalously dressed, today.]

[fieldarcanum]

[He's tracing a hand down her back to grab her ass up in both hands, as a response to that.]

I'm a king. What would I wear besides finery?

[iconoclassist]

We could start with nothing at all?

[He grabs her ass, she grinds her hips against his, this can only go good places.]

[fieldarcanum]

I believe we end there, actually. But you... what exactly are you wearing?

[He will shudder some, but let her go so he can step back and see what it is she has on. And toss off his own cape.]

[iconoclassist]

[That...appears to be a bodice and the tightest leather pants she could get her hands on and not much else.]

I miiight have run into Oryn on the way here.

[fieldarcanum]

And here I was hoping this was the scout's new uniform...

[He laughs a bit, pulling her back against his chest.]

Though I suppose we have time to negotiate all manner of things.

[iconoclassist]

Lord, no. You can't make forestry-practical sexy, it really doesn't work. We've tried before.

[She is happy for hugs, although she is quietly starting to undo his shirt while she's here.]

Of course, if you had another title and uniform in mind, Konstantin...

[fieldarcanum]

I could grant you all manner of titles, Shirin, but most of them don't usually come with a uniform. Not that we couldn't correct that...

[Hand inching it's way down those leather pants? Oh, you better believe it.]

[iconoclassist]

[Well, she's squirming a little, but then leaning up to murmur in his ear.]

Konstantin, I think we both know what we've been beating around the bush about...ask me already, and I promise, I'll do whatever you want.

[fieldarcanum]

[He will quit groping her for a moment and just hold her in front of him.]

In the days or even perhaps hours to come, I am certain I will demand all manner of acts out of you, see what deviousness you can find in the castle wardrobes. But I have not held you in two years. Right now I find that immediacy more desirable than anything.

[iconoclassist]

...[She's quiet for a moment, before just leaning up and kissing him, surprisingly sweetly, at that. Turns out Shirins do actually know how to be gentle!]

[fieldarcanum]

[He kisses her back, then. If it weren't for the fact that he already had a hand in her pants and she'd got his shirt most of the way off, then this would just be really cute!]