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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: March 5, 2012, 8:35 pm
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As he felt her grasp his shirt and pull his body towards hers,
his hands found her hips, and before she could pull away, his
pointed teeth nipped at her neck roughly, his hands reluctantly
leaving her waist as she moved away and he shrugged, "I am not
entirely sure you could all of what I can show you." He winked
at her, his silver eyes appraising her as a predator does prey
though it was more... lustful. He sighed at her question and
looked away, shrugging. "A long, long time ago." Which was the
truth, in part. It had been many, many centuries since the curse
that robbed him of his hair and eyes and skin, not that it
wasn't a bad thing but he missed having black hair and blue eyes
with a naturally tanned skin. Pushing the thoughts away, he
looked at her as she named where she was from, his face blank.
"Styrax? Sounds... interesting." Seeing her guarded expression
about her homeland, he didn't quest further into where she was
from lest he acquire he ire. But he had to admit, she was rather
alluring when she was upset. Even though it was brief moment
when he called her rude, he rather enjoyed the look in her eyes.
As she asked where he was from, he chuckled, "You would never
believe me. Besides, I doubt you would've heard about the age I
lived in or the place, or places. Technically, I am from two
places, that I know of. The human world and the Nevernever,
where other creatures, such as the Fae, dwell. Various other
creatures, bother malevolent and benevolent, live there, though
the former is more... prominent. And, the great thing about the
Nevernever, I can access it from anywhere in the world. But, as
to where I am from in this world..." He paused as he thought,
choosing his words carefully. "I was born in the fifteenth
century, around the time of Rome was being thought of, I
believe." He sighed and shrugged. "Honestly, I have no clue
where I am from. My earliest memories are of Ancient Rome and of
the Nevernever. Dragons, the full-blooded ones, weren't entirely
all the welcoming of my existence. But they tolerated me as long
as my father was still around and when he died during the Second
Crusade, they all but killed me and when I was at Death's door,
some noble woman took me in. And that's where my memory gets
hazy and the part I do remember, it's as if it was yesterday,
and that's why my hair and eyes and skin are like this. Because
some woman was being kind." Even though there should've been
some emotion, something there to show how much he felt about the
memory his words brought, his face and eyes were devoid of
everything, which showed just as much as it hid, if one knew
where to look.
As he was lost in his thoughts, he felt her stumble and her arm
beginning to tug at him to come with, he eyed her curiously
before realizing that Mariposa had stumbled upon something. As
she sat down upon the rock, he knelt beside her and held out his
hand, "Give me your foot." Whether she did or not, he would take
the slender leg, his rough hands caressing the soft flesh of her
calf faintly as he felt the lean, hard muscle. His other hand
lifted her foot up so that he could look at the bottom of it. He
sighed and whispered a few words in a dead, ancient language and
breathed softly on the offended area. While he wasn't very good
at healing, this would help dull the pain and speed up the
process of healing, as well keep out infection should it have
punctured the skin. As his breath stopped, and he inhaled
inaudibly, his teeth nipped at her leg before pressing his lips
to the bitten flesh, his rough tongue running along the bone
before his teeth nipped at her calf, playfully. As he realized
what he had done, he started and backed away a few steps as he
straightened himself. "Excuse me." He cleared his throat and
spoke again, "Well, hopefully that helps, eh?" He gave her a
small smile. "Shall we continue on our way?" He asked, gently;
still unsure how she would react. Mentally, he was bashing his
head against a wall. But she was rather appealing...
Dracierous' mouth started to water at the thought and he quickly
swallowed, hoping he wasn't too obvious about his conflicting
emotions. When will you think before acting? Fool! While he
agreed with the voice, he knew it would never stick. He enjoyed
the pleasures of the flesh way too much. Idiot! Isn't that what
got you in trouble the first place? You survive a death curse
and you think you can just hump away at anything with a vagina?
While he was lecturing himself, he couldn't help but disagree
that he didn't hump everything with a vagina. He shook his head
and returned to the present. Damnit! Focus and quit getting
sidetracked! He sighed and nodded at the thought, believing it
had a point.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: March 6, 2012, 6:00 pm
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Mariposa's mouth cracked open as Alistair's teeth nipped at the
soft flesh that decorated her neck. Was it an action of
endearment, or did he just want to eat her? The question was all
but answered as she gazed back into his eyes; his silver,
predacious and lust filled orbs contrasting greatly with her
blue sapphire, smoldering eyes. She watched in silence as his
eyes ran over her, devouring each inch of revealed tanned skin
-- and she had no doubt that his thoughts were most likely
venturing beneath the thin fabric that covered her. Wearing such
simple and revealing clothing was normal where she came from,
but it hadn't really occurred to her that the dress she wore,
which settled about mid-thigh on her body, was quite exposing to
these people; however, she was too caught up in this heated
moment to worry about such things. nstead, she found herself
placing her hand on her hip, the fabric riding up just slightly,
as her smoldering eyes rested intently on his face. "I'm sure I
could handle it," Mari purred to him, her pink tongue running
along her lower lip before her teeth took it captive once more.
Mariposa gave a quick nod, confirming the "Styrax?" he had
repeated. It wasn't like she hated the place, in fact she loved
it to bits, but she had left for a reason. Listening to
Alistair, Mari only nodded her head every once in a while, mind
jumbling up as new, foreign words were made known to her. Fae,
Rome, Dragons, Nevernever, Second Crusade. They were all things
she had never heard of, or at least she had different names for
them. Finally, Mariposa nodded, blinking numerous times to allow
her eyes to focus on him. She reached her hand out, letting her
fingertips run over the smooth, rough skin that was stretched
taut over his jawline, following it up until her fingers moved
over his cheekbones, into his nose where she traced them up the
bridge of his nose before allowing her fingers to fan out into
his hair. "What did you look like?" She asked, eyes looking
intently into his own, expecting to see solar flares of
compassion and admiration for the woman who saved him in his
eyes instead of the blank expression he had.
Slowly lowering herself down onto the rock, Mariposa shook her
head fiercely, not wanting Alistair to poke at her foot like the
people at Styrax would do. They'd pokepokepoke just to hear Mari
crycrycry. But before she could vocalize her distaste for such a
thing happening, he was already grabbing her foot and whispering
to it, or at least that was what it looked like. She didn't hear
any sound from him, only saw his thin lips move, forming
unspoken words. A cool breeze wafted across her foot, travelling
up her leg and numbing the pain in her foot. Her brows drew
together out of confusion, confusion for more than one thing.
Now, after Alistair had nipped, kissed, and licked her flesh
--which received spouts of childish and innocent giggles from
the girl--, Mari was beginning to believe that he actually
wanted to eat her. He'd already devoured her with his eyes, and
she knew that the temptation was beginning to increase within
him.
She nodded her head, slowly getting to her feet with the aid of
Alistair; her hands moving to his shoulders to elegantly heave
herself up to her feet. The pain in her foot was all but gone,
and only a little ache remained. She tested how much it could
handle, placing her foot down flat onto the ground and leaning
her weight on it. With a nod she decided that she would be able
to walk with ease, however she left one hand on Alistair,
sliding it down from his shoulder so she could clutch gently
onto his forearm, using it to drag him along with her as she
began moving forward towards the city.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: March 6, 2012, 9:26 pm
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As her hand explored his face, her fingers fanning out into his
hair, which his head leaned into the touch as his eyes closed;
his hand moved to rest on her head, his thumb and middle finger
at her temples, "Just relax and don't fight. You will feel a
faint pressure on your mind. It's just me. Or well, my mind." As
he finished speaking, he opened his mind and pushed his
awareness out towards her own and with that awareness was an
image. For a brief moment, his mind touched hers, cautiously at
first because of how vast his own mind was compared to hers, and
slowly, as to not scare her, slipped his awareness into her
mind. His own was like two sides of a quarter: one side was
dark, primal, and seething with cold anger while the other was
more calm, indifferent to all things and, if it was possible,
even more dark and primal than the other side, and hungry, like
a raging fire. He spoke, gently, though it was words within the
mind, "This is how my mind feels." And with that, an image would
appear in her mind.
It was of Dracierous, or Alistair as she knew him, and instead
of silver hair, it was replaced with black strands of straight
hair; his silver eyes a dark blue that held the predatory gaze
and the easy confidence; his pallor was dark, sun-weathered. But
his clothes were different. Well, his pants were as he wore no
shirt, which revealed the lean hard muscles of his upper body,
which was criss-crossed with white and pink scars, said scars
still around though they were hard to see due to the pale silver
pallor of his skin. The predatory gaze was also held an amused
indifference, and they held a sort of allure to them that caught
the eye; the faint smile was easy and confident, and also
revealed the pointed teeth, giving the faint tug of the lips a
sort of dangerous look. As soon as the image was there, he
released it; holding it there long enough for her to see it
clearly before leaving her mind, carefully as to not harm her
delicate mind.
Releasing his breath, he removed his hand from her head, "Well,
there you have it. What I looked like before... this." He
indicated to all of himself and shrugged. "Do I miss it? Yes. I
long for what I was before this. But, my savior wasn't
exactly... honest in her... dealing with me. And that day ended
in quite a disaster." Sighing, he smiled as he felt her weight
as she pushed herself up; the smile widening some as she hooked
her arm around his once more, his hands stuffing themselves into
his pockets as he starting walking alongside her, enjoying the
closeness of her body. A small smile was planted on his face as
he walked with the beautiful woman.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: March 7, 2012, 7:15 pm
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Her fingers swam through his hair before leaving the soft
tresses, her hand swinging down back to her side. With a small
nod, Mariposa closed her eyes and slowly exhaled, preparing for
some weird feeling to overcome her. Instead, she felt a little
splish; a fish testing the worm on the end of a hook, causing
ripples to break the clear sheen of the water before it latched
onto the hook and was reeled in. What Alistair had described as
a faint pressure felt more like an airiness; like her mind was a
balloon and he had poked a hole in it. But instead of feeling
deflated, Mari felt more elated. And then she noticed the
two-sided coin. She didn't see it, rather felt it; like a
tornado, you had the wild and wicked wall of the tornado and the
calm and hungry eye. When Alistair's words echoed in her head,
she merely nodded as a response, clueless as to how to reply
mentally. But even before she could venture into that thought,
she saw him. She saw Alistair, young and different. It could be
easily said that what she was seeing was the exact opposite of
what he looked like now; however, he was beautiful none the
less.
The first thing that caught her eyes were his own, hypnotizing
her, freezing her where she stood. The next thing to catch her
attention were the scars that littered his chest, the pink
easily noticeable against his tan skin. It caused her brows to
furrow. And before she knew it, the image was gone and the hole
in her mind-balloon was repaired. Even with Alistair out of her
head, her eyes remained closed. Mari's hands moved to the
waistline of Alistair's pants, nimble fingers swiftly slipping
underneath his shirt to touch his defined stomach. She took note
of the ridges of his muscles; following one to the other until
her fingertips finally touched one of the raised scars. She ran
her fingers over the length of it, surpassing that scar's full
length to encounter another one, tracing it thoroughly before
moving on to the next. "There are to many.." She mumbled,
eyelids slowly raising, however her eyes were looking at her
feet. "The pain must have been unbearable.." The blue orbs
finally raised, taking only a small peek at his now exposed
chest, which caused her to grimace, before settling on his face.
Mariposa gave him a small nod, eyes downcast once more as they
began to walk, her body leaning slightly against his as if to
comfort him despite the time for comfort being long gone.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: March 7, 2012, 7:50 pm
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He shrugged as he felt her fingers exploring the scars that
seemed endless, "At first, yes." He paused a moment as he
thought of what to say next before continuing, "But, like all
pain, no matter how intense, it fades over time." His silver
eyes grew distant, and seemingly haunted. "Though there is one
pain I will never forget and that was when this happened. When I
became separated from myself, from my other half. The man, who
was my saviors lover, cursed me. I was supposed to be split in
two, which was the intent of the death magic, but I was stronger
and molded the magic to take on a different form but it rendered
my existence into separate beings. I am still the same person
but different mindsets, I suppose. The human and the dragon." He
took a deep breath and offered a small smile as she leaned
against him. "The dragon slumbers, you could say. It doesn't
show itself very often but it does every now and then. I can't
remember what happens, though I get some images. It's like...
blacking out. I can draw out the dragon's power, such as when I
blew fire, but it... stirs when I do that, so I don't do it too
often." He gave her a wistful smile. "Unless it's to impress
beautiful maidens like yourself." He chuckled lightly before
letting out a slow breath. "But that was a long time ago and not
all that important anymore." After annihilating most of your
half family for what they did, it didn't really matter. He had
gotten what he wanted and that was that.
"If you want, you could get a closer look when we are in better
light, which is in the town. Maybe it will help your infinite
curiosity with all things, eh?" He nudged her gently with his
elbow, hoping to lighten the mood. "Don't be so glum, Mariposa.
It's all in the past and won't, can't, happen again." But, like
his scars, his curse was irreversible. Maybe he could've broken
it back then, when it was raw and not entirely formed but now
that it has had it's grip on his soul, or souls, there was no
removing it. His body leaned against hers lightly, as if to let
her know it would be alright. But, in truth, he enjoyed being
close to the woman, sharing the warmth between their bodies. It
had taken some serious restraint when she was tracing his scars
and he didn't think he could hold out much longer. He shook the
thoughts from his head and rolled his shoulders in a light shrug
as he yawned. Within a few minutes they would be in the town and
they could find a place to stay and talk further. Maybe he could
get the woman to talk more of her home. He did, truly, want to
hear of this Styrax that she was from.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: March 8, 2012, 7:59 pm
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Alistair hadn't explained to Mari what a dragon actually was,
but the more he talked about them, or rather himself, the more
she was able to understand and piece together. So far, dragons
were powerful, strong, scary, dark, and seemed to be the
complete opposite of what Alistair was -- of course there were
moments when such a thing was questionable. She still didn't
know what they looked like, and she wasn't too keen on the idea.
Shaking her head, Mariposa leaned her forehead on his shoulder
as they walked, closing her eyes with a sigh. "If breathing fire
rouses it, then you didn't have to do it," She mumbled into his
arm, sighing once more. If the beast were to be roused into
awakening, she was the one who would most likely pay for it. She
was the one closest to him, and had no intentions of leaving him
any time soon; he was the only person she knew thus far, and she
knew that it would be nearly impossible to find someone who was
able to get past the oddity that she was. Besides, like her,
Alistair was quite different. The two odd balls should stick
together, at least for a little while longer, Mari had many more
questions to ask, and she had a feeling that when they entered
the city she would have even more.
"Beautiful? Yeah right." She scoffed, lifting her head up to
roll her eyes at him. Where she came from, she was abnormally
normal looking for being of such high power. Instead of
extravegantly shaped pupils, she had normal round balls; instead
of dark straight hair, she had wavy blonde locks; instead of
porcelain skin, she had a sun kissed hide. She was completely
average. Brushing the subject off with a shrug, Mariposa shook
her head, eyes moving down to the ground to make sure she
wouldn't step on anything sharp like she had previously. She
didn't want to look at the scars any more, in fact, she wanted
to completely forget about them, to pretend that they were never
there. However, despite this, she couldn't help but to giggle at
the nudge, nudging him back in return as a smile lit up her
face. Mariposa felt comfort as Alistair leaned back against her,
gently placing her head on his shoulder as they walked.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: March 19, 2012, 5:44 pm
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He merely shrugged, "Can't live in constant worry and fear at
everything around you, even yourself. I mean, if you can't
accept who you are, what you, who can you accept? If you can't
accept yourself, then how do you expect others to accept you?
You live with curiosity and I live with this. It happens and we
have to deal with, accept it, and move on, trying to not be what
you fear the most in becoming." He looked up at the stars, a
small smile tugging at his lips. "How can you look in a mirror
each day and look at yourself? Knowing you are some monster that
you will forever denounce and not try to be. But, the harder you
try to push away that monster, the more like it you become until
those around you, and you yourself if you realize what you are
becoming, can't discern who is who and which is which." He
paused as he yawned lightly, his free hand brushing back his
hair absently before continuing, "Maybe you ask yourself each
morning who you are. What you are and you get no answer, and so,
you go out and try to find yourself and who and what you are
but, in your last moments as you are thinking back on your past,
you realize you had the answer all along and were merely running
from the truth, hiding and lying to yourself, trying to become
something you are not." Once more he shrugged as silence became
dominant once more and his silver eyes watched the woman with
keen interest, gauging her and her reaction but the mysterious
woman, with her endless questions and curiosity, mesmerized him.
He chuckled as she rolled her eyes at him but let the subject
drop. His nostrils flared as he smelled the smoke of fires and
the smell of food and his pace increased some, knowing that
there would be alcohol in which to dose his thirst. Something of
medium strength... Enough to get a buzz going within a few
glasses... He nodded, pleased with his minds choice. Within a
few more feet, the town became within in sight, a few windows
were dark and, based on his own ears, he could hear something of
a celebration going on. He inhaled deeply and released it
slowly, "Ah. Nothing like the smell of merriment and the
potential of a few drunk fights to get the heart going, eh?" He
nudged the woman at his arm and winked at her, his face spread
in a broad grin at the prospect of a good bar fight or, at
least, the prospect of getting drunk, not that he did often. And
he wouldn't tonight, not with Mariposa around.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: March 24, 2012, 4:56 pm
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Mariposa's fingers found the hem of her dress, fiddling with a
loose thread in an almost nervous manner as Alistair spoke, eyes
turned down to the ground. "Tell me then," She began, looking up
at him with a mischievious twinkle in her sapphire orbs,
curiosity daring to peek out. "What were you running from?"
Allowing her tongue to moistorize her bottom lip, Mari kept her
eyes on him, following every movement he made as she awaited an
answer. When he brushed back his hair, her hand reached out to
him on impulse, fingers running through the long white tresses
that adorned his head, complimenting his angular face perfectly.
Nearing the ends of his hair, Mari's fingers curled, grasping
hold of the fine silk gently. However, as she felt his gaze on
her, her hand instinctively left his hair and fell down to her
side as her twinkling eyes peered back into his own dull ones,
the back of her hand grazing the back of his. The more they
walked, the closer Mari moved to the man until their shoulders
were now lightly touching. However, noticing such a thing dind't
make her move away, instead she moved slightly closer, the cold
air having finally taken its toll on her body.
Alistair's slight increase of pace told Mari that he was eager
to reach the city. Without a second thought, she hopped up onto
his back --legs wrapping around his waist, arms slung around his
neck-- in attempts to slow his pace down even more. She assumed
that once they were in the city, which seemed aglow in
celebration, he would dump her off somewhere; he didn't appear
as the type who'd like babysitting someone like Mari the whole
night when there's action happening in the city. Placing her
chin lightly on his shoulder, Mariposa huffed. "What's going on
down there?" She whispered against his ear, lips grazing the
sensitive flesh before she nuzzled her face into the back of his
neck, huffing silently once more. Despite her dreading the
moment they reach the city, she was inexplicably eager and
curious to see all of the different things.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: March 24, 2012, 10:15 pm
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He shrugged at her question, "Well, that is another story for
another day and one you aren't going to likely here." How could
he explain to this woman what words couldn't capture? He
couldn't and, in time, if they ever met again after this night,
or if they continued whatever it is they had at the moment, then
he might, one day, find the right words and share them. One
simply does not stop running after nearly killing an entire
race. Especially if that race was dragons. But, thanks to a
Knight of the Cross, there was only one dragon left. Alistair
rolled his shoulders and returned his focus onto the woman
before him.
His eyes narrowed briefly as her fingers moved through his hair,
grasping at the ends of the silver tresses, but his body relaxed
slightly, leaning into the touch a bit before straightening
himself as her fingers left his hair. He eyed her wryly,
chuckling softly. The faint touch of her hand against his rose
his eyebrows but he remained quiet, his body leaning back into
hers as she leaned into him. Whispering beneath his breath, the
air around them, mainly her, rising in temperature just enough
to banish the cold. Dracierous hardly felt the cold, as his boy
temperature was usually pretty high. And, though he thought the
woman at his side attractive if a little annoying at times, he
knew not of why his heart had sped up, if only just. Maybe it's
the excitement within the town... That has to be it. But, deep
down, the man didn't believe a word of it.
Just as the smell of the celebration hit him, he felt a sudden
lack of weight leaning against him and frowned, slowing his
steps and then, he felt said weight upon his back, clinging to
him much like a monkey. Resisting the urge, the instinct, to
throw the woman off, he glanced at her as she rested her chin
upon his shoulder and shrugged, "As best as I can guess, a
celebration of some sort." His silver eyes looked at her more
closely and he laughed lightly, shaking his head, "Don't worry,
my infinitely curious friend, I shall not abandon you." His
hands moved to grasp beneath her thighs, shifting her body to a
more comfortable resting place, his hands remaining fixed upon
the soft skin, hoping the roughness of his hands wouldn't offer
too much discomfort, and continued to walk on, "For as long as
we are together, I shall do my best to offer what little wisdom
I have." He looked over at her once more, adding with a wink,
"Besides, you need new clothes. And shoes. Definitely shoes. On
the morrow, we shall go out and anything that strikes your
fancy, I will buy for you. But," his eyes, though still soft,
hardened a bit, "You might have to answer a few of my questions,
if you don't mind." Though he wasn't asking, he wouldn't push
the subject if she refused.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: March 26, 2012, 7:12 pm
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Just as Mari was getting cold, the air around her warmed up
several degrees to accomodate her nicely. A soft sigh of content
poured through her lips, eyelids lowering until she was almost
unable to see as her skin prickled with pleasure. Despite the
air now being warm and comfortable, she didn't move away from
Alistair. Surprisingly, his skin was warm despite his cold,
seemingly dead appearance, and the closeness and warmth only
aided to her comfort. She could only guess that the temperature
increase was Alistair's doing; surely if he could blow fire and
do other mind thingies, he would be able to warm her up. If
anything, she bet he would have given her his jacket if it came
down to it. Compared to what Alistair was wearing, Mari was
nearly nude.
Peeking up from behind his neck, Mariposa glanced at the city.
There were many things she has never seen before, but she
refrained herself from bursting out with questions. His
annoyance with her curiosity was obvious now, and she didn't
want him to get angry with her and leave her alone some where.
His promises to not leave her side comforted her only slightly.
But that didn't mean he would lose her in the hub-bub in the
city. So many things were going on, and it would be so easy to
lose track of him. At the thought, Mari tightened her grip
around his neck, though not enough to harm him in any way. "What
do you people do at celebrations?" She asked quietly, placing
her chin back onto his shoulder and leaned her head against his.
The touch beneath her thighs caused her skin to tingle, much
like it had when she was warmed up by the man. The roughness of
his hands contrasted greatly with Mari's own soft, unblemished
skin, and she liked it. At the mention of new clothes, Mari's
face brightened, her head perking up slightly as her eyes
instantly moved to look at his face. A smile spread across her
lips, but as he mentioned shoes, the smile vanished. Now
scowling, Mari slumped down against him once more, huffing as
her arms hung limp down his chest. "Why do I have to get shoes?"
She whined, nipping gently at his neck out of protest. Just by
the look at them, Mari knew that shoes would pinch and constrict
her feet, and, most likely, be hard and uncomfortable.
Raising a brow, Mariposa turned her head to the side to watch
the trees as they, or rather he, moved past them. Allowing a
gentle shrug to roll off her shoulders and a yawn to slip lazily
through her lips, she spoke in a careless voice, "What do you
want to know?" Even though she didn't want to talk about
herself, she couldn't deny Alistair like that. In this short
amount of time, she had begun to like the man and grow attached
to him. Not to mention he had done so much for her already, and
deserved to be paid back, even if the currency would be her
secrets.
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