Ilmaplats

[stuart]

"Giving is easier, much easier than taking, I have learned that. Although giving too much out of oneself to somebody, who's too greedy might be dangerous...
I don't think this would be an issue now, because there is goodness inside you, my friend. I can see it even if you're trying to hide it. And I'm not afraid of your darkness, we all have that deep down somewhere."

She smiles tenderly, taking his inviting hand. Her eyes wander around the meadow for a second and then she lets go, raising her arms and spins around, laughing.
Suddenly sun seems brighter, air fresher, grass greener and even birds seems to sing louder, as if veil has been lifted from the world around them.

"Strange... yes it is, in so many ways that makes even me wonder. But does it matter, if it's real or not as long as we are here? Whatever is is, I hope it's not a nightmare."

Smile dances on the corners of her mouth as she wraps her hands around his arm and nods towards the house.
"I don't think they'll be back anytime soon and too much sun seems to hurt your eyes. So maybe we should go inside and wait there. I have a feeling I would like to have some cookies too, seeing that you ate them all by yourself last time."

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Shalimah nods and smirks, sinking to the arm-chair.
"If somebody attacked him I would kick their asses, but pranks are different thing. I do love those myself and a good laugh too."

She bites her lower lip and snorts.
"Vic... In my opinion he'd prefer good-quality shackles and well-equipped torture chamber to the tree and rope. That would be just too primitive for him and not-so-readily-accessible. And I meant accessible to dark-elf, of course."
Snorting again, she rolls her feline eyes.
"Not to mention that I would consider it to be an attack and protect my ally. Vic is just my friend, nothing more, so... But he's just too sweet and nice to have his ass kicked, so I think I'll work something out."

She yawns and stretches, looking very much like a sleepy cat, but one with horns, blue hair and without fur.
"Thanks for the entertainment, but I should probably go for now and see what those two adorable fools are up to _and_ remind them that there are people waiting."

Spider-dragon, who seems to have guessed that everything is ok and his mistress has not lost her mind, moves slowly downwards on the curtain and eyes the gerbil-cage, chittering.
"Those are not edible, Malak," comments tiefling, when she hears him. After some more chirps from him she chuckles and remarks:"If you _really_ want to, you could always ask her..."
Ruby-red eyes turn to Mithgariel and there seems to be little pleading grin on those strange jaws of his.
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[Die]

"Actually they WOULD be edible, but they are not to be eaten." Mithgariel grins. "How about some fresh meatballs, Malak?"

She rolls over with the chair, draws aside the curtain and shows Malak a plate full of little reddish brown objects.

"Cheese filling... Yum yum!"
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Elu on varjudemäng valguse ja pimeduse vahel.

[Siobhan]

Cronachan looks about himself, marvelling at the change but still his eyes are almost closed due to the brightness.
Finally he nods, offering his arm to you again.
*You are right. I'd prefer to be indoors for a while... and I'm thirsty. I want to prepare myself for new company too.*
When you both go to the house he seems quite content.

[stuart]

Witch smiles again, happily, and leads him back to the house.

She seems to have gone through the same transformation as rest of the world around them. All hints of sadness are gone from her expression and her eyes twinkle merrily as she makes some jokes about little dragons when they pass the bathroom door.

"You should probably give them some cookies later," she remarks, entering the kitchen. "They are ferocious little lot when angry, but fortunately don't keep long that way."

Humming, she almost dances through the kitchen, looking through cupboards and again taking out various containers, placing those on the table.
Shaking one of the jars she pours some small pale cookies onto a plate and places it on the table, then turns back to the shelves to take another jar.

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Black-green creature eyes plate with some suspicion, but then hunger and curiosity take over and he scuttles to the plate.
Sniffing, he pokes one of the objects and when it doesn't move, sinks his jaws into it. Raising his chin (or at least the part of his anatomy that probably _is_ chin), he shakes the meatball savagely... until it explodes, covering him, windowsill, plate and glass with small bits of minced meat.

Shalimah bursts into laughter, almost falling out from armchair she's been lounging in.

"Yup, your typical Malak. At least he didn't melt that window of yours..."
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[Siobhan]

Cronachan looks around, almost expecting the little dragons to return and being a nuisance, then his gaze is drawn to the cookies. His stomach is rumbling audibly and he reaches for the good smelling treats, while he watches the feminine form of Stuart.

(This is a conversation that evolved between Stuart and me in another thread. I saved it and put it in here)

Stuart:
Hey!
*slaps Cronachan's hand as he tries to sneak cookies from the table*
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Siobhan:
He twitches and reaches for your waist to pull you close. He distracts you with a kiss while his other hand reaches for the plate.
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Stuart:
Suddenly dark-elf feels something grasping his most sensitive body parts quite tightly and then something else pushes his hand, occupied with plate, so hard that the plate clatters back onto table.

Having freed her lips from his, she grins wide, one hand holding his groin, fingers of other hand gripping his arm, keeping it away from table and cookie-plate.

"Now, what did I told you about that kissing part, sometime ago?"
She glances down, chuckles mischieviously and remarks: "If you're not playing fair, I'm not obliged to play fair either."
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Siobhan:
His eyes widen and he holds still for a moment before pressing himself even closer to your body.
He looks down to your hand.
*My apologies.* His eyes wander higher 'til they meet yours.
*But confronted with a woman like you, you can't blame a man for trying.*
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Stuart:
Rolling her eyes she shakes her head and mumbles something under her breath that sounds very much like "Brat."

She chuckles again, letting go of his private parts and gently flicks the tip of his nose with her fingers.
"And you don't know the art of sweet-talk either, as you told me some time ago, right? Yet you just did it."
Her voice has slightly ironic undertone.
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Siobhan:
*I have my moments, as my brother told me more than once. He was a good teacher.*
Cronachan smirks, putting his hands on his hips, thus flexing his abs and shoulders.
*Now... did I earn me a cookie with my 'sweet tongue'?*
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Stuart:
She snorts and presses her lips together, raising one eyebrow. Something cold, like polished steel, glints in her eyes as she leans close, looking intensely into his blue irises.
"No."

There is a bit of a reprimanding look on her face as she folds her arms together.
"You know, darling, if you think you can just steal my cookies or kiss or sweet-talk yourself out of it, you have gravely misunderstood me."
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Siobhan:
*I understand.*
He bows.
*Maybe you can forgive me for falling for you and accept my sincere apologies.*
White hair falls over his face but you can still see that he seems to be REALLY sorry.
He remains bowed and spreads his arms and slender hands in a deferent manner.
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Stuart:
"No, you don't understand."
She tilts her hear at one side and gazes at him, her expression slightly sad, instead of reprimanding.

Reaching out her hand she lifts his chin with it, her eyes bearing the same wistful expression as she looks into his.

"Silly boy."
Those words might seem insulting, but her voice is soft and affectionate, as she cups his face with her hands and kisses him on the forehead.

"You don't have to sneak or play games, to get something from me. Just ask. It's all you have to do. I might deny, I might give, but it's always my desicion and nothing else, except maybe honesty, can affect it."
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Siobhan:
Slowly Cronachan lets his arms drop to his sides and straightens up. He looks you straight in the eyes now, closing them, when you kiss his forehead. He seems to relish the touch and takes a deep breath, drawing in your scent.
When you let him go, he leans back, looking at his hands for a moment, then at you again. It seems he would say something but instead ge begins to signal with his hands. It seems he SPEAKS though intricate and complex gestures, his face showing some supressed emotion while his nimble hands perform a dance you cannot comprehend.
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Stuart:
She observes dance of his hands for a few moments then shakes her head.
"Forgive me, I can't understand it... you have to speak."
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Siobhan:
Cronachan sighs and he stops motioning.
He ponders for a while, leaning back against the table, crossing his arms in front of his chest, hugging himself. It almost seems as if he braces himself against... whatever.
*Some things are difficult to explain, especially in a foreign tongue.*
He looks through the window, avoiding your glance and collects his thoughts, then he stares at his feet. Quietly he begins to talk:
*Your... presence is ... nice... soothing... It feels good. YOU feel good. You explained how you ... feel ... about my 'offers', that you don't want them and why. I didn't want to offend you, but I forgot myself, when I tried to be ... near you. I won't pace you anymore.*
The helmorui walks away from you, over to the window, standing in front of it, his slender yet muscular frame surrounded by a halo of sunlight.
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Stuart:
She takes a deep breath and then lets it out in one long sigh.
"That's okay, you didn't offend me. I provoked you, although unintentionally. It never crossed my mind _you_ might feel tempted by _me_."

Walking over to him she wraps her arms around him from behind and rest her chin on his shoulder.

"I enjoy your company too, no matter what you may think. I like you. If things were different, I would gladly accept all your offers, because now you make them out of something else than obligation, but... It's just... the price I would have to pay for that is higher than I can afford."

She tightens her hold, pressing her cheek against his and whispers: "It's the closeness I can offer you now. Will you accept it?"
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Siobhan:
You feel his musles tense end shiver under your touch and he closes his eyes inhaling deeply when you whisper almost in his ear. You have almost the feeling as if the dark-skinned man leans into you. He balls his hands into fists and answers hoarsely:
*If I yield to the urge to embrace you now...* he takes another deep breath *...I don't know what will happen.*
When he opens his eyes now, you see them glow again... this time with -another- fire.
*...if I can hold myself back...*
Cronachan keeps standing perfectly still and looks straight ahead out of the window under white lashes.
*I don't want to draw the wrath of Leannan Mithgariel upon me again either.*
Still he doesn't move an inch.

[Die]

"You will so clean it up, Malak," the witch smirks. "Or I will turn you into something pink and fluffy. With My Little Pony wings."
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Elu on varjudemäng valguse ja pimeduse vahel.

[stuart]

Witch raises her chin from helmorui's shoulder and turns her head, lips brushing his cheek. Her breath tickles his ear as she whispers: "She has nothing to do with it. It's between you and me."

She closes her eyes and swallows audibly, her skin radiating warmth. Suddenly dark-elf can feel something intruding his mind, forming a vision.


They are laying together, naked, black and pale limbs entwined, his white strands mixed with her golden-red locks, looking like autumn leaves in a snowstorm.
Her lips tremble, almost touching his, expression on her face so open and vulnerable as she gazes deep into his eyes and breathes:"Please..."


Witch gasps.

"No!"

She pulls herself free, panting, eyes wide with shock and dismay.

Unsteadily she retreats from him, her legs finally giving in after few steps. Falling onto her knees, she crosses arms over her chest, head lowering as her eyes close.

Knuckles turn white when she digs nails into upper arms and dark spots develop on the green fabric with fingertips turning red, but she doesn't move or make a sound.
Shivering, she raises her head, eyes flashing open. Dark clouds and tiny lightnings fill them, hiding everything, no green or even white is visible. Still, everything is quiet, eerily so.
Then she shuts her eyes, letting out quiet cry.

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Little creature's eyes narrow as he contemplates the choices offered to him and finally nods, quite grudgingly.

Tiefling giggles.
"That would be a pleasant change, wouldn't it, Malak? As opposed to be turned into a frog or something like that, of course. And sorry, old boy, but you did it, you clean it. It's not so difficult, after all..."

Malak chitters something that manages to be both apologizing and insulting at the same time and begins his task. Using the tips of his claws he picks up tiny pieces of destroyed meatball, shaking his head and muttering in low voice from time to time.

Meanwhile Shalimah takes the same comfortable position as before, letting her legs and hair dangle over the armrests of the chair.

"As soon as he's finished I'll have to go. My gut tells me that whatever those two are up to is no good. And the rest of the merry bunch will be probably quite mad and worried already."
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[Siobhan]

When the picture ofthe two entwined bodies enters his mind, Ctronachan closes his eyes, the sensaton throwing his head backwards and when the witch adds *please* so near before his face almost all his defenses fall. Almost, because he sees the sudden darkness in her eyes and how she retreats.
He clutches the amulet around his neck *Geshtai, lend me strength!*
The helmorui turns to the wich, bowing carefully, trying not to scare her with aprupt movements.
*I'll try to get help. stay put.*
With this he runs out, storming into the bathroom to look for the little soap dragons.
*Hey you little creatures!*
He spots them in a corner.
Your mistress is in danger. Get help. She is hurting herself and I don't know if I can keep her from harming herself even more. GO!*
Quickly he returns to the kitchen, entering it slowly.
Soothing he saiys:
*It is me. I sent for help. Stop hurting yourself or I'll be forced to do it for you.*
Slowly he comes closer, staying behind the back of the witch, finally kneeling behind her. When she doesn't stop to dig her nails in her arms, he grabs her wrists from behind with all his strength, but not to hurt but to pry them loose. If need be, he uses all his martial art skills and bodily strength to keep the woman from bleeding herself further. He seems not concerned with his own safety and starts to murmur something soothing in his own tongue, while holding her.
Cronachan keeps his eyes cast down, never looking into Stuart's. Inside his head he prays to Geshtai.

[Die]

"Perhaps I should still tangle along? Meet the merry gang of Sherwood... see Vic... Mor... the good old Lady Basra... Oh that's going to be fun, our boy meeting all of them. Serves him just, oh it does. Besides, you'll have your hands full kicking some sense into our darling witch and you'll surely need another pair of hands if we want a certain lad to come out of it more or less alive..."
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Elu on varjudemäng valguse ja pimeduse vahel.

[stuart]

Dragons glance up, irritated, when dark-elf storms in, but when he explains his entrance, all of them spring into action, some flying out from the back door, some following helmorui back to the kitchen. They chitter something, when they see witch kneeling, her hands bloody and some flutter by his face, looking angry. But when he tries to stop her from hurting herself, their anger turns into concern and some even try to help him pulling her hands free, tugging at her clenched fingers.

For a few moments it seems that he can't do anything, her grip being much stronger than it should be, for a quite fragile woman like her. She gasps and almost growls, her eyes still closed and head hanging low, but when he continues his attempts and mutters soothingly, her resolve starts to crack.

One by one, her fingers come loose and soap-dragons hum cheerfully when they see that, swirling around them, couple of little creatures even landing on his shoulders.

At last her hands are free, but she is still shaking with some whithheld emotion and doesn't open her eyes. Dragons hum dies down when she turns abruptly, opening her eyes that are still full of dark clouds and clutches his face in her palms. For a moment her body temperature seems to rise dangerously high... but then her eyes flash gold, clouds and lightning gone and her skin cools down. Then there's only green in her eyes and that green glistens with tears.

"Oh Cronachan... I'm so sorry..."

She strokes his cheek, her fingertips leaving bloody mark and then bites her lip, noticing that.
"You've seen my darkness, now. Not the good kind, but one with the horrible things in it... do you still think I'm good and soothing? Now that you know, what there is?"

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Tiefling spreads her hands.
"You could. Some would be definitely glad to see you, Vic for example and that might be just enough distraction to keep him from pouncing at helmorui. In every sense.
But I'll be damned, if I let him do anything bad to _her_. Oh, wait, I _am_ already damned. Heh."
She snickers, but then straightens up and calls spider-dragon, who has finished cleaning the mess he created. Creature lands on her back again, sending last longing look at the cageful of gerbils.
Standing at the doorway, again, she looks back at the sitting woman.
"So, whad'ya do?"
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