Raidou

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The light contact as they would continue to clean would start to send his senses into a frenzy. His desire on the rise, the girl was really turning a fresh taste into something that he found himself hungering for more and more. Gentle brushes and looks, that he'd catch every so often out of the corner of his eye. It was clear she was looking for satisfactions. Food dismissed, clothing cleaned up, and glass removed. It blazed past as the wanderer's blood boiled with every second, building tensions and urges to relieve them on every passing one. He'd caught her own attempts to quell it with alco

The man would swallow hard as Elda took to unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, knowing that his inference might have given the wrong impression. Yet for obvious reasons he was entirely ok with the notion, a level of attraction bubbling to the surface. Raidou stands and walks around the stool but hears the lock fire. With more innocent assumptions, moving to the basket and tearing off a piece of their simple breakfast. The gentle euphemism from the blonde would cause him to jerk awake, almost shocked at how inviting that invitation was. A mix of curiosity and desire as she'd wander into the

♫ A powerful and constant thrumming of the keys, a practiced expert from years of experience. The rust fell away quickly as his emotion pulsed out through every stroke against the gentle rainfall. Scraps of clothes draped over the corner of that white piano. Elda at his back covered in his heart as a blanket. The mans eyes shut as he'd let his emotion bleed through his fingers. It rung in an ambient reverberation through the room as thin streaks of white pierced in from that large window pane, glimmering on the broken glass littering the floor causing it to shine. A clap of bare feet on t

Hands trace with a level of precision that would elude to the mans capability. Practiced, the soft whisper of a zipper as it slides easily with no snags. The girls dress would become lax, allowing room to move. Rain began to pour down outside, as the storm overhead loomed in a scattering of flashing cries. Raising his left hand, it would find security near the back of her neck, her own following suit as its tethered to his. The man would raise her carefully, as her dress would slowly be hiked up and fold in on itself. "Slow..." the only words the man speaks, against the audible white outcry of

Raidou would offer his own free hand to help the girl open the bottle of champagne, allowing for it to be popped open. The thing hisses as some of the really old bubbles escape sending a bit of dribble out. Turning the bottle around with a quick pivot, he'd run the entry under his nose and take a whiff. Notes of honey, of berry race through his senses. A twist of the bottle sees it upturned as he'd drink straight from it. Normally, in this situation they would get close and begin to talk. Eventually they'd spend a lot of time talking and end up talking themselves out of any real progress. In h

The man moved the floor with a trained grace. Practice of ages and a simple recurring body memory made this all the more easier. He'd trace the path with Eruda, keeping a look of stoic concentration. An epitome of composition despite the bundle of nerves he was. Entirely different then Haine and Simmone, the man was struggling to maintain that composure. Yet the façade would hold through desperation as his heart threatened to rip out of his ribcage. His mind raced to the static between them, locked on the pureness of her skin. It held his attentions so easily, a man so composed found himself s

As Elda whisked away up the stairs, the man watches on as she scampers off. As pretty as the dress from before was, it likely just cause her to trip over it. This one was tailored under recommendation, the color hand picked out by quite a few different people. That cobalt was decided given it matched her fathers armor, something very noble about it. He'd move to the kitchen and find a vase, filling it with water and putting a couple of the lilies into it. In the center of the table, it slides into place making for a good centerpiece. A hand to his pocket, out comes a small prism that he slinks

The streets of Aradennia seemed rather tame, a dim dusk offering only a faint orange glow peppered in window panes across only a few of the many buildings that made up the sun elf capital. The city was holding its breathe, in a constant silence as it slumbered under a crescent moon. Stars scattered piecemeal in tiny sparks on a blackened sky. The ivory spires and bridges loomed in greyed intricacy, as waters purred in a soft endless whisper. His footsteps carried with them a rhythmic drone on repeat, a shattering of the silence that echoed in its absence. The door opens, allowing light to ooze

The man would receive a notification out of the blue, one that he'd flip the screen open to read. Most within this circumstance he wouldn't acknowledge so readily but the context was a little more dire then most. A sigh as he'd look to the kid sporting a grin "I do don't I?" The man would offer quizzically finding the similarity striking to that of Kiluia, that taste of concern slipping away as he found the situation. Leaning forward the man stands, adjusting his lenses and picking up his book wiggling it between a pinched index and thumb. Koga was a spitting image of one of his best friends.

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The girl would slip forward and just slide off his shoulder. All that alcohol having finally kicked in fully. The guy struggles to keep his own balance, finding the added alcohol and her now dead weight to be a little difficult to muster. A hand to his brow, he rubs it for a second. "You are so much heavier when you go all limp noodle on me. Which isn't that often but it happens more then one would expect it to." Fishing the snake out so it doesn't get smashed, the man offers it to his collar to which it takes to nibbling on his earlobe in a slightly uncomfortable way. Lifting her up, Raidou e

A final push with renewed vigor and tenacity, as if something within him found itself fueled by an unseen pyre. Rosaria would lock eyes with the creature seeing that floating red marker who had taken on the personification of death, staring into the eyes of vengeance with a taste to repay for her inelegant betrayal. On her brow, what would fall away is her boastful self importance. Her arrogance as she knew what this would mean. Time and time again there were always attempted uprisings, cloak and dagger operations and claims against the mans life. But no matter how many occurred, how many atte

The man had a whole slew of questions blazing around behind that almost lax deadpan of his, a fake smile worn on repeat that had become so actualized it would register as real. The statement that Mari had shared rung the bell so to speak, the reason he was in the bar in the first place. Theft, and Mari just confirmed a murder that would line up with the time frame. But it wasn't her issue, wasn't something she needed to be trapped in. Girl already had enough problems, and she didn't need to be dragged into it. "It's odd Mari. NPC's are nothing more then 1's and 0's but have grown beyond their

Taking the bottle from the girl as he'd turn what was in his hand around. It wiggled and wrapped itself around the mans index finger, taking the worlds most pathetic nibble as an attempt at self defense. "Its a garter snake. You sleep in any grass lately?" The man chuckles as he'd wrap his hand in a way that it could nestle inside just like it did the woman's hair. Must have confused her for a very festive bush. "No problem, even if it was just the booze." He'd remark looking at the itty bitty nope rope, that could easily be confused for a hair tie. Taking the final hit of that good good, he w