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.]

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[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!]

[iconoclassist]

[Look, the day they are adorable in a way that isn't in the middle of filthy sex in some fashion is the day they've been replaced by bodysnatchers.

That said, she'll just keep the kiss going until she needs to breathe.]

...I guess sending letters just isn't the same. Although I'm not sure if they got here, the post is notoriously a little, ah. Distractable.

[They were full of feelings. Feelings under a cipher. And also drawings of flowers and creatures she thought he might find curious. Because that is the kind of person she is.]

[fieldarcanum]

I received a few letters, mostly full of black inkings... I believe someone censored your outgoing mail.

[Right, he was in the middle of being a giant tease. Time to get back to that and start unlacing her bodice.]

But is that important now?

[iconoclassist]

Not even remotely.

[Right, licking all the way up his neck, if he's going to be like that, and get a good grip on his ass.]