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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 5:55 pm
  Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price Vesinn was surprised by the look the crossed Raesis' face. What did he mean he helped him a lot? A smile spread across Vesinn's when the Swordmaster yawned. "I believe I will save my question for the dawn. You are tired. Thank you for humoring me and answering my question." He said softly. The Aethral stood carefully, he had to be certain that his traitorous robe would stay where it belonged. Needless to say though when the lithe creature stood he couldn't avoid showing a small bit of his skin kissed thighs as the silk shifted. "I am sorry I kept you up this late. Will you be awake in time for breakfast? Or should I bring you brunch?" Vesinn asked with a small smile as he looked back at the pale man. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:03 pm
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______________________________________________________________________ Without much resistance his eyes moved to Vesinn's thighs as they peeked out of his robe for only a moment. He felt ashamed for giving in so quickly. They looked so incredibly soft and he wanted to test that theory but resisted as best as he could. The most his hands did was twitch slightly. His embarrassement turned to disappointment when Vesinn rose. He was tired, that much was certain but he didn't want this to end. Another yawn escaped. Stupid relaxation is making me slip my guard he thought to himself as a small pout formed.
"Alright, and I will be up in time for breakfast. When is that exactly?" he asked looking at him with a smile. His tired eyes flickered from his face to every other part of his body then back to his face. If he let himself get too tired he might not be able to resist his urges. Perhaps it was smart that they stop there.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:25 pm
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price "Breakfast is served between dawn and 9 of the morning. I shall see you then. Sleep well Mister Belvorenth. I hope it is well." Vesinn said with a smile. Bowing to the Swordmaster he turned heading for the door. Quietly opening it he slipped out into the dark hallway. Making his way up to his room the only sound that could be heard was the soft padding of his bare feet on the floor. Once he was in the third floor suite he closed his door just as quietly. Vesinn put a hand over his own heart trying to figure out why it was beating so fast. Dismissing any thoughts that came into mind he sighed. "Time for bed." Glancing outside once at the bright moon that hung over the sky, Vesinn smiled. Gripping the knot of the robe he undid it and let the silk fall. Walking over to his bed happy to be in nothing again, Vesinn climbed onto the mattress. Pillows and blankets gave way as he settled into his bed. Withinn moments he was breathing softly as sleep took him away with visions of blue eyes watching him. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet ((and here is were we pan to morning. Rose want to go first?))
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:27 pm
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______________________________________________________________________ Raesis memorized the time and made sure it was stuck in his head. It usually was no problem for him to wake up early but he still did not want to miss this. After he left he felt his body finally relax from it's invisible hold. Yet another odd feeling rose in him. He found that he wanted to have that constant pull on him. Without it the world that was once familiar seemed so much more empty. He sighed then stood up. Slowly he made his way to the bed and layed down. It took a long while but he finally found rest. In his dreams he saw flashes of red dancing all around him.
*next morning*
Raesis sat up and stretched. He had had a wonderful sleep and part of him wished he could return to the dream he had been so rudely awakened from. It was still very early. For a moment he wondered if he had slept at all. Yet from the sky he could read that it was indeed morning. He quickly got dressed then headed down to the Tavern. The place was empty except for a few people here and there who seemed to already be drunk. He chuckled lightly at this then made his way to a large table not far from the stairs. Looking around he wondered where his angel could be.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:04 pm
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price Vesinn yawned and stretched as the sun woke him. He shifted a little purring lightly at the feeling of the silk on his bare skin. This was a nice morning. It felt wonderful and normal. The air was still cool from the night and it sent his nerves alight. Couple with last night's dream he was in a good mood. It was a good morning indeed. Sliding out of his bed he walked slowly into his bathroom hips swinging lightly. Once inside the ornately titled room he hummed a little as he started the bath. He wanted to be clean before going to meet with Raesis again. A light smile came onto the Aethral's face. Vesinn couldn't wait to see him again. Sinking into the cool water the Aethral started to wash. In minutes the dirty and grim of the desert was rinsed away and Vesinn was busy applying the oils he used to protect his skin from the sun and heat. Still humming he brushed his long hair out before braiding it like normal. This time though he pinned the long coil up with several jeweled pins. Adding his normal bangles and necklace Vesinn grinned. Moving back into his room. A few minutes later found Vesinn clothed in light blue Arabian styled pants that hung low on his hips. On his torso he wore a short shirt that showed off the long smooth plane of his stomach and part of his chest. Finally he added a loose sleeveless vest that hung to mid thigh. Time to go see Raesis. Hurrying down the stairs the Aethral smiled when he saw Raesis already up. It was good to see he was prompt. Quietly making his way over the Aethral ignored the drunks around the room. Jathe was busy getting the useless lumps out of the tavern. "Good morning Mister Belvorenth." He said smiling as he leaned in next to him. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:40 am
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______________________________________________________________________ The room was quiet as he waited. He watched in mild amusement as his fellow Swordmaster and owner of the tavern shooed out the drunk bums from the building. No words passed between the two but he was fine with that. He swore that he was getting a look from the man every so often but he dismissed it. A long sigh left him and he closed his eyes for a moment. A smile formed on his face when he heard the gentle sound of the dancer's feet on the stairs. His eyes opened and smiled even wider as Vesinn leaned in.
"Good morning Vesinn, and please, call me Raesis" he said right off the bat. He felt he knew the Aethral well enough to ask him to call him by his name. He also wanted to hear it spoken by him. Inside his chest he could already feel his heart beating a mile a minute. The dream he had had last night not helping his mind at all this morning. Among other things. "Sleep well?" he questioned as he tried to distract himself, body and mind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:12 am
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price Vesinn smiled again when the Swordmaster greeted him. Taking a seat next to him he streached a little as his body was still waking up. "Alright then Raesis." He said softly finding that he liked saying his first name. "I slept beautifully. I had a lovely dream and can't complain. How about yourself?" Vesinn asked as he leaned his arm on the bar. Shortly after he put his head down on them his face still tilted to look at the Swordmaster. The morning had just begun but already he was enjoying his time with Raesis. Although the man had only been there a day it felt much longer. This felt normal like he spent every morning coming downstairs to find the pale man. Vesinn quietly hoped that they could continue on like this for a long while. A thin hand came up to brush his wavy black hair back out of his face. It would be hard to see him if it kept falling in Vesinn's vision. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:21 am
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______________________________________________________________________ Raesis cursed mentally as his body lightly shivered when the Aethral spoke his name. How can such a simple name sound so...alluring when spoken by him. He felt he'd never knew and part of him never wanted to know.
"Im glad to hear you slept well. I too had a lovely dream and slept peacfully" he answered. He resisted the urge (as usual) to reach out and touch the soft and wonderfully dark angel before him. Even as Vesinn brushed hair from his own face he resisted the urge to brush it aside at least once. Oh how he wanted to touch that hair, to feel it's silky softness. Yet again, he resisted.
"So breakfast, what is on the menu and also, what is on the agenda for today?" he asked as he leaned his elbow on the bar and placed his head in his hand and looked back at Vesinn.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:21 pm
Kartan had stayed up all night, pondering his next move. He decided on a course of action, and left his room and went downstairs, throwing the room key on the bar. He had no desire to stay here any longer.
He took a seat at the table he'd claimed the previous night, and refused food or drink, as he had already sealed his helm upon his armor again, and wore it openly, with the travellers cloak stashed in his bag.
He watched the swordmaster move to the bar and sit down. He wondered if the dancer had mentioned him to the man....
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:53 pm
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price "Today...today is omelets with bits of peppers and cheese in it. Also I believe we have sausages or bacon today. Oh there is also our honey rolls they're delicious you'll love them." Vesinn answered after a moment of thinking. He smiled at the Swordmaster. The pale man looked grand in the morning light. It played beautiful in his white hair and across his pale skin. "As for today...I considered going into town after my performance today. I like to go exploring the stalls. What about you? Do you have plans for the day?" He asked curious. The Aethral was tempted to ask the man to come with him but wouldn't. After all the Swordmaster was probably busy. The last thing he wanted was to bother him. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:02 pm
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______________________________________________________________________ The swordmaster practically melted at the description that Vesinn had given as to the morning's breakfast. It sounded absolutely heavenly and he could not wait to dig in. "Is it self serve?" he questioned as he tried not to drool at the meer thought of the food. He wouldn't deny he was very hungry.
When Vesinn commented about going out after the performance he perked up a bit. He was new to this city and so a tour by a local would be most beneficial to him. Besides, he wanted to be with him. He found his thoughts filled with only Vesinn even when the Aethral was not with him. Many of those thoughts did not involve a bed which caused him to be even happier. As with what Vesinn said earlier that meant he...Raesis sighed. A soft smile still on his lips.
"I have no plans what so ever. In fact" he began,"I have never been to this city before, perhaps you could giv eme a tour?" he said looking him straight in the eyes. He hoped to what ever that he'd say yes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:42 am
Kartan rose to leave the tavern. As he has figured, he was wasting his time. This swordmaster was useless to his goals, and to his quest at hand. He would go it alone then, and that would be that.
He checked his equipment one last time, making sure that he had not forgotten anything or left it behind. He checked the wound on his left arm that he kept open to use his people's signature skill with blood.
The wound was a black color, with dark red and black lines radiating from it. True, his people were very nearly immune to disease and poison, especially infections, but they did happen after long periods of time...such as his travelling.
He felt lightheaded, and staggered once. His vision blurred within his helm, and he dropped to his armored knees, the weight of him and the metal of the heavy armor cracking the floor slightly.
Then everything went black as the rest of his body met the floor in a clatter of steel plates.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:08 pm
  Before Vesinn could jump up, Jathe was already on the move. Leaving the two at the bar their breakfast he patted the Aethral's hand. "I got it. Relax and eat." Jathe said knowing that otherwise Vesinn would get up and insist on helping. Really he didn't need the help. The brunette moved towards the crumpled man. Once he reached him he knelt down and removed his helmet. At least he was still breathing. Waving to a pair of waiters they got him up and moved him back upstairs. Once they made it to his room and onto the bed, Jathe started removing the armor. He didn't see but one wound on the man but sometimes that was all that was needed. After all he wasn't a Swordmaster. "Head to the temple and get a healer. We need something I just don't know what." Jathe said turning to look at one of the men who had helped him bring the man up. With a nod they turned and left, leaving the Swordmaster to wait.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 6:37 pm
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______________________________________________________________________ Raesis had snapped his head around, hand on his sword when he heard the loud crash. He relaxed immediately when he saw it was the armored man who had fallen. Like Vesinn he had risen from his seat to help but Jathe told them to settle and so he sat back down. Jathe owned the place so he may as well listen to him.
"I hope that man is alright. I wonder what could have caused his collapse?" he whispered to Vesinn as they watched the others help bring him up the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:42 pm
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price Vesinn hadn't even been able to rise before he felt the familiar callused hand on his own. Looking up into the smiling face that he knew so well the Aethral relaxed. Jathe knew what he was doing and would get the man the best help he could. Still it didn't stop him from worrying a bit. The raven haired man watched as the group moved him upstairs. A few minutes later one of them came back down. Probably going for a healer. When Vesinn had spoke to the man last night over dinner the man hadn't seemed as though anything was wrong. To see him just collapsed worried him. But he knew if he went up there he'd just be in the way. Sighing lightly he reluctantly turned back around and started into the food Jathe had left for them. After a few bites Vesinn finally looked back up to Raesis. "I haven't the slightest of ideas. Our food is safe and our water clean here. The only time we've ever had someone react that way was because they were too drunk or an Assassin had got into the place. Jathe goes to great lengths to keep them out of here." He answered as softly as Raesis had spoke. Smiling a little, and doing his best to keep his worry out of the look, Vesinn hoped that Raesis would still remain here at the tavern. For a moment he worried that the incident would drive the man out of here. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
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