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Post by Roux and Radanth on Nov 18, 2010 22:10:19 GMT -5
-=5th Pass, Turn 1, 11th Month, 1st Sevenday, Day 4, Evening=-
Roux had spoken to a member of the kitchen staff that she knew well. Once the arrangements were made she walked over to where Radanth was nestled against Morisath. ‘My dear, please convey to Morisath that we will meet him and his at their weyr?’
Radanth helped Roux up onto her and the pair took off. Roux made a quick stop at her weyr for a few items and then climed back aboard Radanth and the two made their way to Morisath’s ledge. K’rill, being a Wingsecond, had a much more spacious weyr. When she arrived she found a drudge clearing making up the room. Roux handed the young girl a few candles. “Please set these on the table and light them,” she asked and then went over to the brazier to set the fire.
‘They are here.’
Roux’s eyes popped open, she rushed around the room, putting out the last few glows, so the room was bathed only in the glow of the soft firelight. Looking over at the drudge, she said in a soft voice, “Give us 15 minutes, then have the meal laid out.” The girl gave her a little curtsey and nod, then headed out the door. Roux moved to the center of the room, smoothed out her dress and hair and waited to greet K’rill.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 18, 2010 23:07:51 GMT -5
K'rill paused outside his own Weyr's doorway, and experienced a moment of hesitation. He tugged a little at his light leather tunic, and shifted around a bit, running his hands through his hair, then batting ineffectually at it, sighing in annoyance. Morisath grunted, and nudged him forward, nearly knocking him off-balance. K'rill grunted, and mumbled something, to which the dragon simply snorted, its' swirling eyes rolling visibly.
K'rill slowly approached the doorway, stepping through, and letting his eyes wandering the unusually dim room, taking in the - Oh, shards. His breath caught in his throat, as he saw Roux, standing in the middle of it all, the light reflecting dimly off of her dress. "Roux," he half-choked out, immediately flushing darkly in embarrasment from the almost... immature sound he had made. You sound like a teenager! He mentally berated himself, recovering with a soft chuckle, and a warm smile.
Outside, Morisath lifted away from the ledge, flying toward Radanth, eyes swirling with warmth.
The inrush of air stirred the curtain behind him, and immediately sent his hair into tousled disarray. He grumbled in frustration, catching only a whirl of amused color, as the dragon's head slipped out of sight.
He turned back to Roux, and took slow, very slightly shaking steps toward her, fighting back the weakness in his knees, the hollow, potent throb of his heartbeat, pulsing beneath his ribcage. "Quite a setup you've got here," he assessed, looking anywhere but at her, playfully avoiding her as his gaze swept the room. A bit breathless, he critiqued himself, relax. It's just dinner. A very, very nice dinner.
His eyes briefly searched the table for something to drink, but he forced his gaze away, walking around her, in a half-circle, as if caught briefly in her orbit. When he reached the end of the arc, he turned, slowly, inspecting the room, and the table... And, finally, Roux herself. "I must say, I rather like it. You really complete the picture." He gave a slow, small curve of his lips, eyes catching the flickering candlelight like warm amber, flames dancing, reflected in their depths, like twinned pyres, twisting in time with his slow, measured steps. The darkness softened the edges of his thinned frame, making him look almost normal. Slight shadows clung to the curve of his neck and jaw, his hair glowing faintly, like burnished gold in distant torchlight.
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Nov 20, 2010 1:22:24 GMT -5
Her eyes followed his every movement: as he entered the weyr, as a gust of wind swirled around him ethereally, as he gingerly made his way into the room, as he inspected her handiwork, as he moved slowly around her, and finally, as his eyes met hers in the soft glow of the fire; the light dancing over him, magnifying the warmth that she witnessed in the depths of his brilliant brown orbs. Roux took a moment to savor the experience. She didn’t say a word, but simply stared into his eyes.
Then she took a small step forward, maintaining his gaze and placing a hand on his chest. Her head tilted to the side slightly and she moved a little closer, tipping her chin upward and lifting her lips toward his. When her lips were a breath away from his her expression changed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You need a bath,” she said softly against his lips, her mouth curving into a smile. “Or pretty soon Morisath won’t be able to tell the difference between you and his dinner.” It was evident that he had not bathed in some time. He had likely been at the side of his wingrider for days. Admirable, but grimy.
Without waiting for a response from him, she took his hand and led him to the hot springs closest to his weyr. The halls were virtually empty as the majority of the Weyr were all attending the celebration banquet for the newest hatchlings. Roux laced her fingers with K’rill’s as she led them along the way. When they arrived they found it was completely deserted. Roux led him to the water’s edge and then turned to face him.
Stepping toward him. “May I help you,” she asked, but rather than waiting for his response she ran her hands up along the open edges of his flight coat toward his shoulders and then began to gingerly slide it away. Roux knew that he had sustained the injury somewhere on his upper body, but she had yet to see it, up close and personal and was uncertain of exactly where it was. So she was being overly cautious, not wanting to cause him any undue pain.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 20, 2010 2:09:35 GMT -5
He slowly smirked, watching her, eyes tracing over her. He shifted his shoulders, letting the jacket slide free. His skin was smooth, and evenly tanned, with less of the windburnt flush of his exposed skin. The threadscore stood out clearly against his skin, like a well-cleaned burn, the flesh scored darkly, deeply, in a very loose S-shape, stretched down over most of his forearm. His fingers tensed into a loose fist, drawing the flesh tightly. The skin was paled, from days covered, even when the rest of his body tanned. He calmly crossed his arms over his stomach, and placed his other hand over the wound, frowning, slightly. He looked at her, searchingly, before slowly opening his arms to her, his muscles slowly untensing down the length of his body. His eyes smouldered.
After a moment, his lips slipped into an easy smirk, "You seem to have thought of a lot of things, Roux," he spoke, his tone playfully chastising. "It's almost like you've got something in mind?" He murmured, a teasing query.
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Nov 23, 2010 3:14:25 GMT -5
Roux’s eyes did not leave K’rill’s as she freed his upper body of the fabric that covered it. While she was eager to inspect him, she wanted his permission first. She had enough respect and admiration for him to wait for his acquiescence rather than satisfy her own curiosity. The wall went up, as she expected. It was evident in his eyes and the stiffness that he took in his stance. Still she maintained her calm, quiet patience. Her motive was not malevolent but out of genuine concern. Her hope was that he would see that in her eyes.
Then he relaxed, and she glanced down at the serpentine grove that had wound its way down the length of his forearm. She had a slight intake of breath as overwhelming feelings of gratitude, culpability and sympathy struck her simultaneously. With her tips of her fingers she lightly traced the line down his arm and then leaned forward and placed a light kiss at the base.
"You seem to have thought of a lot of things, Roux," he spoke, his tone playfully chastising. "It's almost like you've got something in mind?" He murmured, a teasing query.
Her eyes narrowed in a playful way as she tipped her head upward to look him in the eye. Moistening her lips, she stood up straight. As she held his gaze with an impish look slowly curving her lips, she grips her dress by the fabric along her thighs and in one movement, pulls it up over her head and tosses it on a bench leaving her completely bare before him. “If you mean the desire to not have your fowl stench spoil my meal, then you would be correct,” she said teasingly as she slowly walked backward into the water.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 25, 2010 14:24:28 GMT -5
K'rill smirked, and finished disrobing, calmly following her into the shimmering water, watching her, half-obscured by the steam. "I think I could live with that."
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He pulled on fresh clothes, inspecting them thoughtfully, "You thought of everything, didn't you?" They clung slightly, to his damp body, as he looked over at Roux, inspecting her silhouette through the obscuring steam.
"I'd love to spend more time cleaning up," he chuckled, "But I don't think it would be a very good idea; Yet." He smirked wickedly, and stepped through the steam, to embrace her, briefly, and kiss her, gently. "Now... Lead on, my darling Roux. Is there food?" He quirked a brow, curiosity and hunger winning out over lust. Briefly, anyway.
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Nov 28, 2010 18:57:06 GMT -5
“When I make plans, I try to be as thorough as possible,” she said with a smile in response to his first question. She had finished drying off and pulled on the clean kirtle in a shade of brown similar to Morisath’s hide that was waiting for her.
"I'd love to spend more time cleaning up," he chuckled, "But I don't think it would be a very good idea; Yet." He smirked wickedly, and stepped through the steam, to embrace her, briefly, and kiss her, gently. Roux could not help but smile slyly. She had really enjoyed teasing him as they washed up. "Now... Lead on, my darling Roux. Is there food?"
“You will just have to wait and see,” she said as she wove her arm around his and walked with him back to his weyr. The room flicked and flashed in the firelight and when she entered she was struck with the wonderful aromas that scented the air. On the table was a lovely spread of food. It had just been a spot of good luck that Roux had chosen a feast night for this little dinner. Her friends in the kitchens had outdone themselves. There was a platter of sliced meats, a loaf of fresh bread, plate of cheeses and fresh fruit, a bottle of wine and small frosted cake.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 30, 2010 0:37:27 GMT -5
His mouth dropped open, staring at the massive array of delicious, juicy foods. Having eaten the bland, easily digestable food of the Infirmary for a week before, this feast was a veritable bounty. He licked his lips, and squeezed her hand, looking over at her, a brow raised. "... You really do think of everything, don't you?"
He chuckled, softly, and stepped toward the table, beside her, gesturing for her to sit, first. Despite the hunger gnawing into his stomach, courtesy won out, "You first, my lady Roux." He bowed with a flourish, kissing her hand, gently.
Shards, that's a lot of food.
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Dec 10, 2010 18:20:27 GMT -5
Smiling at his gentlemanly and traditional manner, Roux stepped past him and took her seat at the table. Once K’rill had taken his own seat, Roux reached for the bread and broke a piece of for herself; thus fulfilling the Pernese custom. She broke off another piece and handed it to K’rill with a smile and then began plating the rest of the food. Once both of their plates were filled with a sampling of the banquet that had been provided, Roux began to eat the amazing food.
As their meal progressed, Roux took her wine glass in hand and raised in a toast and said, “To your good health, my friend. May you live a thousand turns and may I be there to count them.”
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Dec 12, 2010 14:55:26 GMT -5
He lifted his glass to the toast, dabbing away a bit of food, and began to murmur agreement with the toast, when he seemed to freeze, for just a moment.
And just what did she mean by that?
He gave a slight chuckle, and simply sipped his wine in agreement to the toast, "A thousand turns, certainly," he smiled, warmly. "What's the point in counting after a hundred?" He queried, playfully, "We'd have already outlived the rest of Pern, surely." He paused, after a moment, and gave another slightly awkward chuckle, "... And... Together, of course." He seemed to tilt his head, pondering the words, speaking them somewhat hesitantly, as if wondering even as he said them, what they meant.
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Post by Roux and Radanth on Dec 25, 2010 3:03:31 GMT -5
She looked at him in quiet contemplation. The toast was one that her mother had used on occasion. As a girl she had often wondered at that saying. Pondering what it would be like to live so long – would dragons live that long if they decided to continue after the life of their rider had ended. Was it a possibility? What would it be like to live through more than one interval; to train the next generation of riders from actual experience and not just theory?
Roux could see from the expression and turn of K’rill’s countenance that he was reading into things. She couldn’t blame him. All too often women went from sex to like, like to love, love to weyrmates – all in a matter of moments. Roux had certainly reached the like stage. But she was not rushing into anything. It never did anyone any good to press a partner. Either things would develop between the two of them or they would fizzle out. For Roux it was the journey, not the destination. “Something to strive for,” she said with a mirthful smile on her face. “I have a strong sense of self preservation and deep desire to fill my days and nights with things that bring me joy.” Did she just say that he brought her joy?
’He does.’
’Yes. He does.’ Roux could feel a slight blush warm her cheeks. Hopefully the flickering candles and bountiful wine would be blamed as the culprit and not her hidden sentiment.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Dec 26, 2010 21:43:02 GMT -5
He canted his head, slightly, watching her across the table, over the lip of his glass. The liquid inside glowed crimson, like blood, and tremored slightly, as he swirled his glass, as if in contemplation of the glassy surface.
"Roux," he began, after a long moment, of thoughtful silence.
"Roux," he murmured, again, after another moment's contemplation, as if sounding out her name. "We have spent... A great deal of time, together, off, and on... A very great deal. You have proven..." He paused, and pursed his lips. It was clear from his expression he was straining for words, "Useful," he finally added, though it came out almost a question; as if he were uncertain that the term were accurate.
"You... Gave me greater insight," he spoke, chewing his lip, briefly, "Both into myself, and into my Wing... And into the motivations involved. A new eye to tactics, and to thought... Among many other things." He couldn't help but give a slight smirk at that, eyes twinkling, the bitten lip suddenly seeming to take on an entirely different meaning. "I think that I would like... If you were to... Come here more often, and, perhaps, stay." His expression was somewhat puzzled, and finally he shook his head, sighing. "Roux... Would you like to stay in my Weyr with me? More than just tonight, I mean. If, that is," he hedged, suddenly nervous; and angry with himself for it, "you meant to stay." He set his glass down, and then abruptly picked it back up, and took a slow, deep drink, inhaling as he did. When he finally set the glass down again, he seemed to fight the compulsion to drink again. His expression made it quite visible that he was playing for time, to find the proper words. "I have enjoyed your company greatly, and I was pondering making this a less temporary arrangement. There is certainly room for Radanth to stay here, if she would like, as well." He added the last almost as an afterthought, at the rumbling of Morisath, below the level of thought, through the connection they share.
He smiled, anticipatingly, though he couldn't hide the tinge of nervousness.
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