June 18th, 2004
|mistressnelle||09:14 am - All our separate ways...|
Okay, Cler-Mun, I love you! You read the other list! Yay!!!! ::this is your DM-esque person happy::
Laelith nodded to Mier, "I just need 10 allutes for her company, and you and she can talk all you'd like." There was a smile playing on her impish face. "As for a room, would you prefer a garden suite, or a mannor suite? And do you wish me to have a meal and drinks sent, and a bath drawn before you retire?"
Each of the attending girls waited by the baths for the occupants of their rooms, wondering what they would be bid to do, glad, for a change, not to be upon the wall.
Elise, the girl sent to attend on Cleriden, hurried about his desired tasks. She gathered his requested rations from the kitchens, and then badages and some ointments, salves and potion tablets from the infermery. She also detailed a map and directions to the mannor's armory, so that he may either purchase or order what he needed. Upon disposing the used bandages and delivering the elf's garments to the laundress, she had a bit of time to chat with the pleasant older woman over the wash basin, none to proud to help out where she could. They passed the remainder of Elise's two mark allotment together, laughing and generally making the best they could of the night. There was almost one blunder with a heavy gown of the Lady's, but it was solved quickly enough. More importantly, the presence of a dress meant that the Mistress had been at the mannor recently, even if they had not seen her.
As Elise traversed the maze of hallways leading to the gardens, she thought about the Lady. Sure, she kept slaves, but she treated them well, and when all was said and done, she loved them in her own way, and they all loved her in return.
She was still thinking on the situation when she arrived at the door to Cleriden's cottage. With a gentle knock, she waited from him to admit her. "Kind sir, it's Elise, your attendant. I have what things you've requested." She held nothing as she stood there, but as had been displayed, one need not be holding something to posess it.
Closing his eyes to keep the soap out, he sighs softly under her touch. His hand slides up over hers and takes it from his hair. Dipping it into the water to get the soap off, he lightly kisses her fingers, then clasps her hand gently against his chest. "Some time like this...please. Just some time like this, my lady."
She smiles and dips his head under the water to rinse off his hair, She chuckles lightly as he cleans off her hand and nods. She blushes and shivers feeling his lips on her finger and then it is pressed to his chest, over his heart. She picked his hand and kisses the fingers, before placing it over her heart. "Of course m'lord." Krystaviel murmured softly.
The water runs down his chest and wings, slipping into the lines of muscle and flesh. Shivering a bit from her kiss, he feels the smooth warmth of her skin, warm and a bit slicker than normal, like the sea creature that she is.
Leaning forward, he gently picks her up and draws her forward, leaning her against his chest, and he holds her close against him for a bit. "We've not been able to do this for so long..."
Nelle Suggestion (tm)
If you two want, you can do this privately, and I will post the entire thing once the moment is finished. Also, I dont know where this is headed ((::grins::)), but let's keep the list PG. We never know who might read this. If you want to go more adult in theme, record the session, and put a note somewhere in the post that tells the other players that they can read it upon request!
(*Grins* We're planning to keep it PG, but we'll see about doing privately and we can send it over to you?
I am actually enjoying the 'installments' thing. :D And looking forward to the next day at the endless night. :D)
Glad you two are enjoying yourselves! Do it whichever way you'd prefer. I'm not picky, i just figure you'll get more people reading if I give it a whole post. ^_^ Eihere way, though, keep playing! I love to read it!
She watches the water slip over him, shimmering on his grey skin and it nearly takes her breath away. As He picks her up, she wraps her legs around his torso, her arms around his neck. She lays her head on his chest and strokes his hair. "Yes, Cirrac, I know." There is a soft, breathless longing to her voice.