iconoclassist | My desire for elfs is great.

[So. As per the arrangment, certain elves went out wandering in pretty short order, almost as if they were trying to keep out of the way while the politics of keeping a pet elf were sorted out. Her sense of timing is nothing if not impeccable--she returns in a couple weeks, and she appears to have brought a couple captured criminals, two lions and a giant white stag with her. Also, some incredibly tall bows that most of the guard can't even manage to pull back. The stag itself was carrying enough potted plants and shooting to turn her room into a veritable forest, as well.

Wandering does seem to have left her in a better mood, but it is curious that reports of various natural disasters being fixed seem to follow in the wake of her travels, all across the province. It's not really possible to travel all of Aravalle in a fortnight on foot, is it...?

Well, questions aside, by the time evening rolls around, she's making faces at the dresses helpfully provided by the staff, and Konstantin probably fond the more friendly of the murderbeasts trying to get into his room for play.]

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Do...do you not do fealty markings? [SHE IS VERY CONFUSED but she'll take his hand.]

We do not. Perhaps we should.

[He will pull her in close. Now here's the question. Is he going to go for a kiss or a bite?]

[Well, bite might be trickier with all this glorious hair in the way. She's definitely not trying to escape either outcome.]

Well, it needn't be tattoos...I think I've plenty of ear left that I can pierce. Finding the proper stone might be tricky, though.

I don't recall your hair being this long when you left, Shirin. What did you do?

[He is watching her, curious -- she can see his fangs, though if he intends to use them is another question entirely.]

I work primarily outdoors but didn't want to cut my hair short. It's been this long, I've just got about a century of knowing tricks to keep it manageable.

[...Well, what happens if she just reaches up and traces a finger along his lips.]

You know, I feel like I've been exceptionally honest with you...isn't it your turn to be honest? It feels like you want something.

Mm, I suppose that I could be...

[He is leaning in and kissing her. And perhaps a bit more properly than he usually does - he has a hand on the small of her back, and a hand on her cheek as they do so, all of the sudden.]

[Well, this is surprising, but she's definitely not complaining. She's a little more awkward when it's not done in a violent, passionate haze between tearing clothes off, but she's still a pretty good kisser. More importantly though, something's just occurred to her.]

...Konstantin. I'm not very good at this. So if you don't tell me what you're thinking, I won't know.

No. No, I will not.

[Her neck may be covered, but dagger ears have points and he has a tongue.]

Now pull your hair back.

[She huffs a little, but she'll pull her hair over to one side so he can get to neck. Sure, he pretty obviously just ate but, that was also a clearly touchy subject so she's not bringing it up.]

Really.

Shirin, you're going to live among humans, you're going to have to read them as I have. After all, I am a man, more or less, even if I am sometimes much more and less.

[She can feel him smile against her neck.]

Besides... I know the reaction that my fangs bring. Yours is not that. You enjoy this more than I do, I think.

[But she's getting him biting into her throat. He's not drinking much, just more that he wanted to bite into her, it seems. Really just slowly sink fangs in, take his time, and then slowly, pointedly lick the wounds closed.]

Hhaaa....

[There's less noise this time, but it might be because he's left her literally breathless and it's hard to be loud that way.]

T-that seems unlikely...you're not even biting to drink, most of the time, anymore. I think you're getting something from this I can't quite understand...

[Actually, no, Shirin, you understand boners just peachy.]

[He chuckles.]

Yes, why would I ever want a beautiful woman gasping and writhing in my arms, addicted to the pleasure that I can uniquely bring her? Truthfully, it's a mystery even unto myself. A riddle perhaps for royal historians in a brighter, more learned time.

[Snorting.]

Just going to keep ignoring what I'm getting at, aren't you? Fine.

[Looks like it's time for the double-handed ass honk.]

My desire for elfs is great.

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