Sandrine nó Orchis
Adept
Orchis House
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jan 27, 2009 0:16:21 GMT -5
I raised an eyebrow at the idea of a shirked responsibility, but again I decided not to pry. I returned her gaze with a smile and a wink.
"I was only using a turn of phrase, Faolan. I don't feel trapped. Admittedly, there are certain things that I can't do, but those are few and far between."
It was about then that I realized we were still holding hands. I could feel the difference between her skin and mine...perhaps from her bow? Or the fighting she had spoken of? Since she hadn't let go, I let her hand remain in mine.
"Quite an excellent judge of character you are," I grinned. "Our canon is mirth, and our motto is 'Joy in laughter'. We seek to imbue all that we do with joy, Faolan, because Naamah lay with an ancient king for a lark."
I paused for a moment, and then I turned to her, my tone suddenly serious, my eyes meeting hers. "That makes our service no less sacred than the other houses. At its heart, serving Naamah is one of our people's highest calling, and I am blessed to live my life in such a way."
Taking a deep breath, I continued ahead, the moment of solemnity passing like a cloud across the sun. "It can be quite entertaining, though, depending on the patron. Yes, I enjoy being an adept of Orchis House very much."
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Jan 27, 2009 11:41:55 GMT -5
I smiled at being correct and listened to the short history she gave me. I was eager to learn, sucking up all the information I could like a spounge. Her hand was smooth against my calloused fingers, so feminine, but nice, and since she didn't feel obliged to let go, I continued to hold her hand, getting a measure of comfort from it, as well as a feeling of conspiratory cohesion that made a sly smile come to my lips. It had been a long time since I had been involved in any sort of mischief or adventure, the thought putting a bounce in my light step.
"I would assume that it is all sacred, perhaps one of the most sacred. There is much healing in joy and laughter, much healing that other things may not be able to bring. I would never think any less of it, or consider it a lesser cannon. Without joy, well... " I thought back on how I was before I left Alba, how joyless I had become, how scared and alone I felt. I stopped for just a heartbeat, then picked up my steps. "Well without joy, the world would be a very very scary place," I whispered. Then I shook my head, realising I had quite dampened our mood. Squeezing her hand gently, I looked around, smiling.
"You know, I have never visited the Night Court. I have not been here long, but I hear it is often one of the first places visitors go to see and take part in. It must be a very intriguing place. The concept itself... well... it's very different from Alba. But it is still very interesting."
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Sandrine nó Orchis
Adept
Orchis House
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
Posts: 776
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jan 27, 2009 12:19:13 GMT -5
I could feel the tension easing from her with each step. Some adepts I knew seemed to only follow their canon with patrons. I strove to imbue my life with our tenets, frivolous though they may seem, if only for my own amusement. It was nice to know that my nature was good for more than getting me into trouble.
Her stop puzzled me, as did her whispered words. Maybe that had something to do with the duty she was shirking. I squeezed her hand in response, rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb. I had never though of myself as a comforting person, but I supposed that it all depended on the needs of the other.
"There's nothing to be scared of," I said. "It's rare that there is danger in the City, and besides, you are an accomplished warrior..." I rubbed the callouses of her hand as an affirmation, just to see if I could make her blush again. I was willing to bet my marque that she was stronger than she looked. "...and I can talk our way out of pretty much anything. I've had a lot of practice."
I was half-distracted, trying to decide if we should go to the seamstress or the bookstore first, when she mentioned the Night Court. "I think it's a bit unfortunate that the Night Court is often the only thing other lands know of Terre d'Ange. There is so much beauty that is not found on Mont Nuit." I grinned. "But, if not for a curious foreigner's visit to the Night Court, I would not exist. So I am glad our reputation is so strong."
"You should come and visit at least once during your stay here," I said, watching her out of the corner of my eye. "I know it must seem strange to you, but once you are with an adept...things will fall into place." I smiled again, a little flirtatious, just to see her reaction. "I...and my House...would be happy to have you."
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Jan 27, 2009 17:30:26 GMT -5
"Well, the thing I fear is not a human, not an animal... it is more... a state of mind," I sighed softly. "Something that even war-calloused hands can't fight." I really felt I could tell her, and the Gods knew I needed a confidante, but I didn't want to burden down someone so light with the responsibility of holding my utmost secret private. I would not want to be a burden on her soul. I shook my head as we walked.
"That is not all Terre D'Ange is known for, that is for certain. It is just the most... intriguing? I suppose? Or mayhap it is just so intriguing because for many the lifestyle is taboo. And as for me..." I blushed mildly at her words. I for one, was not schooled in the arts of the bedchamber, certainly much farther than a step away from being a seasoned professional. "Thank you for the offer," I murmured softly, turning to look into her sensual eyes, a sly smile coming to my lips. "Mayhap I will have to take you... and your House... up on that." It was the first time I had even flirted with a girl, but there was a certain excitement to it that made my stomach flutter and my voice become low and soft. My actions caused me to blush a little more, feeling the heat rise up my stomach, to my neck, and finally into my cheeks.
"So, um... where do we start?" I asked, then realised I had slipped into Cruinthe and repeated myself in D'Angeline with an apology.
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Sandrine nó Orchis
Adept
Orchis House
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
Posts: 776
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jan 27, 2009 17:59:49 GMT -5
Not the most perceptive person, I, but it was becoming more and more clear to me that there was something troubling Faolan. I couldn't expect her to explain to me what was wrong...we had only just met, after all...and I wasn't going to force her to tell me anything she didn't want to, no matter how curious I was. I decided not to respond to her veiled words...not yet.
I smothered a smile of triumph at her flirting--maybe I would get her out of her shell yet! I didn't understand a word of Cruinthe, but hopefully she hadn't cursed at me in her mother tongue. "I will never understand why other cultures do not love as we do, Faolan. So much worldly strife could be prevented if everyone spent less time fighting and more time pursuing more pleasurable conceits," I said, noting with amusement the blush that seemed to come so easily to her, and the change in her voice, so throaty and sensual. I was starting to feel a stirring within myself, that peculiar brand of nervousness and excitement at the idea of a possible new patron. If I was lucky. If I didn't scare her away. Regardless of what happened, hopefully we could be friends. I smiled at her, then took a quick look around, just to make sure we were in the right place.
"I was thinking we could go to the seamstress first. Then we would not be encumbered with books. Though I'm not sure what she can do with your dress." I shrugged genially. "I assume you'd have to leave it there while she repairs it or does whatever it is seamstresses do. Hopefully she will loan you something to wear." My eyes moved up and down her frame again, more slowly, and I grinned, reaching out to touch the pretty green satin of her sleeve with my fingertips, tracing a line down her forearm. "Though I hope she has something cooler for you to borrow...your dress seems rather warm."
"Shall we?" I asked, gesturing in the direction of the seamstress, waiting for her reaction. It was a delicate game I was playing, and I was hoping the whole thing didn't come crashing down on my head.
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Jan 27, 2009 18:14:45 GMT -5
I watched the mirth dance behind her eyes, and the wonderment as well. In time, I may tell her, in time. It would be nice.
"True, loving as one wishes could cause a lot of bad things to dissipate," I agreed, "but it could also be the cause for many wars, regardless. Love is a tricky little emotion, and a strong one, and if one loves something -- not necessarily a someone -- but mayhap an idea, like, for example, the love of power, well, then it could be just as destructive as the hate of another people, and who is to say which is more admirable to pursue when it ends up with the same result. Then again, I am not as romantically minded as some, having seen war myself and being rather logically minded as opposed to emotionally driven. But, I suppose I could learn," I explained with another smile. Then I moved on to the situation at hand.
"It would probably be best not to be lugging around books to a seamstress, that is true," then, looking down at my garb, I shook my head. "And yes, something more agreeable to the weather would be nice... and mayhap shorter? I know that it is the D'Angeline way to wear things more... lengthy... it is more ladylike I presume? But I was always happiest in a pair of tights, or barelegged with a short dress. Then again it just made for better mobility. Something tells me I won't need to be running, dodging and rolling around here." Then, thinking on the double meaning of my words, I smiled at myself, amused and looked Sandrine over once again. "And mayhap you might be able to help? You seem to know how to dress yourself pleasingly." It was a complement, for sure, although thinking on it afterwards it did come out rather dryly.
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Sandrine nó Orchis
Adept
Orchis House
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jan 27, 2009 18:31:03 GMT -5
My view of love was rather simplistic--no love I knew had ever started wars--but I could understand where she was coming from. "I never thought of it like that, the love of an idea...like freedom, or money..." I turned it over in my mind for a few instants, but it was too nice a day to think of things such as that, and I filed the thought away for a literal rainy day. Obviously I was one of the emotional people of who she was speaking.
"As for running, dodging, and rolling...I suppose that depends on what type of sport you like." I raised my eyebrows suggestively, then turned a critical eye to her dress. "The length of the dress is fine," I said, gesturing to my own, which brushed the ground, "but the satin is heavy for summer. Maybe you could wear something like this at night...or maybe it is required for a fine lady such as yourself. Despite what you may think, I'm not so fashionable." My eyes met hers as she looked me over, and I smiled sensually. I was feeling impatient now, antsy and ready, but I knew I couldn't rush what might happen. "I just know what I like...and what looks good."
I fleetingly wondered what her bare legs looked like. That was her fault, she was the one who had brought it up. At least she had decided to play.
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Jan 28, 2009 12:11:48 GMT -5
I laughed as she raised her eyebrows, picking up on my double entendre. "Mayhap you could teach me a new sport," I replied softly, sure that my cheeks were burning a bright pink, yet again. THat was something I would have to work on. My innocence was so blatant it wsa getting rather annoying, although some had referred to it as being rather 'cute', a warrior does not generally take kindly to being called such things. I let the thought exit my mind as her eyes met mine, her gaze penetrating through my shyness and hitting me right in the pit of my stomach, yet again setting it to fluttering, my heart beating against my rib cage. My lips curved into something of a half smile, the corner of my mouth raising slightly. My body turned more towards hers, coming to face her, closer than before.
"Well Sandrine," I uttered, my voice soft yet again, "what looks good?" I had no idea where these words were coming from, and I was quite certain now that I was overtly flirting with her. I could not be blamed, she was just so darned beautiful, even though this whole concept was new to me, the physical attraction to another woman, it could not be denied.
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Sandrine nó Orchis
Adept
Orchis House
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
Posts: 776
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jan 28, 2009 13:52:02 GMT -5
My amusement at her blush--again!--quickly changed to surprise when she stepped closer to me, that same husky tone in her voice. It was totally unexpected from her, in spite of the game I knew I was playing, and I felt a sudden rush of heat, stronger than before. I took a moment to steady myself, swallowing hard, and then regained my composure. She had caught me off guard, that was true.
Instead of answering her with words, I reached under her chin, raising her face to meet mine, and kissed her softly, once, my other hand lightly touching her cheek. It was a question, a promise, a confirmation of the fact that I found her very attractive, and I couldn't wait to see her naked skin against mine...
"Any time you are ready to learn something new, Faolan..." I said, moving back a bit, slipping my hand into hers, "...you only need let me know. For I am very good with any kind of sport you may choose."
Her lips were so soft, I wanted to lose myself in them. But not here, on this street. I had learned during my debut that a first time is special, and I wanted Faolan's experience to reflect that.
"If we stand here all day," I murmured, pushing another one of her curls behind her ear, "we'll never get your dress fixed." I smiled at her, a smile with no subtext at all, and then walked to the door of the The Grand Magasin de Soie, pushing it open. I wasn't exactly sure which shop would repair her dress, but since The Grand Magasin de Soie specialized in high end clothing it would be my best guess.
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Post by Faolan mab Ceallach on Jan 28, 2009 15:31:42 GMT -5
I felt her hand lift my chin gently, and I saw as her face came closer and closer to mine. Instinctively I closed my eyes. The touch of her lips against mine was gentle, but the warmth that it brought was intense, my stomach and heart jumping against my ribs. It was so delicate, and sweet, and welcoming. And it was good to have it affirmed that I wasnt the only one who was feeling any sort of attraction between us, though I may have been the only one confused by it. I was ready to lean into the kiss when she pulled back, the look on her face not one of anger or disgust, concern or confusion, but a welcome and understanding smile. I felt her hand leave my cheek and her fingers close around mine again. I smiled back at her, my lips still tingling from the touch of her soft, full ones.
"I will... definitely keep that in mind. Thank you, Sandrine," I managed to somehow speak in D'Angeline, though it was heavilly accented and I was sure some of the words weren't fitting exactly what I was attempting to say.
Her hand went to move my hair behind my ear, my head tilted slightly to lean into her caress, a serene smile on my lips. "Yes, you are right," I agreed as she walked to what looked like a rather high end fashionable store, opening the door. "Let's," I grinned, curtsying low to her as I walked through the open door.
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