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]

Ohhh? Care to spell that out, Konstantin?

[She's perfectly happy to take his hand, maybe even step closer to him. She's just as warm as he might remember her being. Really, in two years, the only thing that's really changed is the length of her hair.]

[fieldarcanum]

You would love for me to do so, wouldn't you? Despite having spelled it out for you before, so many times. And yet you have never done so, to my recollection. You have always asked I do so, in word or deed. Curious...

[iconoclassist]

Hmm...perhaps it's just that you never asked?

[fieldarcanum]

Then tell me, in word or action, what it is you have been burning to say this whole time, Shirin.

[iconoclassist]

[Well, then. Since he asked, she'll reach up to take his face in her hands...and then just bump her forehead to his?]

...I love you. Since long before I was even comfortable with the idea that I could fall in love.

[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...