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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 10, 2009 23:05:31 GMT -5
"What if one could see both truth and beauty?" I quipped. "It is possible."
A sparkle rose in my eye at the tug and I couldn't help but smile. "There are many sights and things to touch." I deliberately allowed my gaze to wander a little before adding an afterthought. "Or be touched by."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 10, 2009 23:17:56 GMT -5
His words were highly complimentary and I tugged just a little harder at his hair, teasing and cruel all at once. "Oh, but that's so vague," I crooned against his ear. "And I'm such a simple girl that I'm not quite sure I know exactly what you mean."
My breasts pressed closer against his chest and I completely ignored the fact that we were in the middle of the market square- hopefully he had forgotten as well. I did like to know I was a bit distracting.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 0:27:10 GMT -5
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as she pulled the hair upon the back of my neck. "Oh? So you would rather hear me say that it is you?" I asked in a voice deliberately filled with passion. Oh this viper was good at lulling her prey. All too well.
That was why when she pressed closer I was able to keep my cool. I knew that the market bustled around us, and I was almost certain she did too. However I pretended as if it didn't exist at all. Instead I pressed up against her, my other arm snaking around her that hand pressing just above her waist in the small of her back, almost forcing her closer.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 0:34:11 GMT -5
Crooning musically I let him pull me in, the puppy wriggling in my grasp. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," I replied softly and with a smile, my eyes flashing and my grip on his hair not loosening in the slightest. He enjoyed this, I could tell- he had a strong enough will that if he hadn't he'd have made it known by now. He was used to getting his way, I could tell by his manner, and likely he would only have gone against that inclination for a very large prize.
Shifting my hips tauntingly against his own I let the breeze blow my hair across his arm again, watching how the color brought out a different tone in his skin. My mouth moved to his cheek and the corner of his lips and I kissed there lightly. "You speak the truth and I enjoy that- though I don't doubt you can lie. I like the truth better, especially when it is such a sweet truth."
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 0:57:00 GMT -5
"Well, then I may just oblige you." I offered back, finding more ecstasy in the croon than the touch of her hand, at the moment. I let the sensations of her wash over me, her hair, skin, body, and most of all her lips. I held my ground, not turning into the kiss and instead watching her with mischief in my eyes. "Yes well, when the truth can not hurt, speak it freely. When it can...well, then you use it wisely."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 1:03:08 GMT -5
"I suppose- but you'd have to prove the statement," I replied, easing my grip slightly and adding a slight humming undertone to my voice. "Whether the truth helps or hurts it is still best to tell it- but I'm no diplomat. My family thinks the same way that I do in most cases."
With a more musical note I said in a sing-song voice, "If you understand or if you don't, if you believe or if you doubt, there's a universal justice- and the eyes of truth are always watching you." With a wider smile I waited for his reaction; I enjoyed seeing how his personality played itself out and I traced my tongue over his lips sensuously while I waited.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 18:27:58 GMT -5
I nodded, ever so slightly. "Most certainly. I, however, am a diplomat and the truth and an opportune moment may turn a losing battle into a winning one."
I listened to her voice, allowing it to carry me away for several moments. I hid this behind a mask of contemplation. I knew that this close she would catch the switch of emotions but there was nothing I could do to prevent it.
It was my turn to play a little game. Lowering my face and kissing each of her cheeks I whispered softly. "There is a universal truth, Sirena. Love as thou wilt. That truth is always present. Justice however..." I smiled and without hesitation brushed my lips against her own, a faint whisper of what could be. "Justice must be doled out by those that can comprehend it, by those who are unbiased. Sadly, few enough of these sorts of people may be found to disperse a universal justice..."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 18:41:22 GMT -5
"I would say justice is best dispensed by those- by people with something to lose if the truth is not found," I replied, my body becoming move giving against his own at the touch of his lips. Hopefully it would encourage him on; I though he was teetering on the edge of yielding completely to desire, or at least to admitting his desire to himself. His skin was warm and soft and I enjoyed the feeling of it beneath my fingers. "Perception is the key, reality is only the lock."
My tongue gathered the slight taste of him from my lips, our faces so close I had no doubt that I tasted his mouth from his own lips as well. "Kiss me again and I will show you yet more truth," I whispered against his lips, my smile so wonderously cruel and mad that it was angelic.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 19:07:10 GMT -5
"A vigilante?" I muttered, with a brief smile. I felt her give in to me and relaxed as well. I was much more than a little intrigued by Sirena and if she was half as perceptive as she played out to be she knew it. I wasn't sure if she was acting in this manner because desire was also riddled through her thoughts or if she sought only to bring mine out and toy with it as a cat did it's morning meal. "Perception is the key..." I rolled the words around my mouth, staring into the entrancing pools of her eyes. "...One must only ensure that their key truly fits the lock."
That whisper. I imagined that was what the mythical siren's call sounded like. Not a song upon the wind, but a whisper of pleasure. Of truth. The call that drove men insane and brought them to their deaths. Most of them entirely too uncaring. "Very well, Sirena, show me truth..." I replied in a whisper of musical quality myself, just before closing the minuscule gap between my lips and her own. It started as a ghost of a kiss...
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 19:12:11 GMT -5
His breath was almost firmer against my skin than his lips, but I knew that was what he intended- to see if I would close the distance. The musicality of his utterance and the fitting nature of it caused a shudder of delightfully chilling pleasure and I let it run through me just a bit, my tongue gathering his taste from his own lips more firmly this time and then kissing with just a little more force. If he wanted truth, he would know where to find it.
The fingers of my one free hand traced the nape of his neck with my fingernails and I hoped to tempt him to more of a kiss in a moment. "Beauty is the treasure locked behind truth- only perception can open it. Truth falls away and beauty remains." My voice was a contralto croon and my eyes flashed, shredding through the covering of his soul before I brushed my teeth lightly over his lower lip, gently testing the waters.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 19:18:48 GMT -5
I felt the soft shudder as it ran through her, as close as I happened to be. I would have smiled had my lips not been otherwise engaged. My tongue moved, snaking and entwining with her own when it encountered hers. I sought for the taste of her and also the truth of what she spoke. When the kiss became forceful and firm I pulled her close, pressing the length of my body against her own, half lifting and half pulling with the hand in the small of her back. Would she find truth in this embrace as well?
Pulling away for just one short instant I replied to her my voice low but in a manner that almost spoke of an arioso passage. "Beauty and truth may be found a piacere..."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 19:40:50 GMT -5
I was very small and delicately boned, that I knew- and enjoyed in some ways and for exactly this reason. I pressed against him just as he intended and without yielding much more than the effort it took to not fall over. Humming a note in agreement with his latter words I lightly released his lip. "They can, I know that," I replied in a whisper, arching my back to press myself more firmly against the lines of his body while bringing a great deal of pressure from his hand.
The puppy in my arms was getting distinctly crowded between our bodies and looked at me with a sad but understanding grin and I laughed lowly, my voice seductive. "Besides, I have to get this darling home. Would you like to come for an impromtu performance?"
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 19:50:26 GMT -5
My body reacted accordingly, every ounce of me willing to be closer to her, though to do so here would surely brighten even the most unobservant market-goer's day.
I looked down at the puppy and gave her a scratch under the chin as an apology, leaving my other arm wrapped around Sirena. "I think I am warmed up enough for a performance, impromptu or not." I grinned a lopsided grin and took a half step back, sliding my hand from small of back to hip. "After all, improvisation can create the most wondrous of sounds..."
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 19:56:59 GMT -5
"It can, I agree," I replied in a soft but playful tone, turning sideways as I met his gaze. "And there are horses in my stable as well, so your trip won't be a complete loss in that regard either."
I was feeling distinctly playful and my mind wandered over wonderful possibilities and melodies that hadn't been played in quite some time. Something melodic and dark tickled at the back of my mind and my throat; obviously that was the choice I'd made for myself in a multitude of ways. "Come, my carriage is this way."
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 20:26:45 GMT -5
I laughed, as horses had nearly escaped my mind entirely. Nearly. "I think I would enjoy a horse from your stables. Especially if it is half as interesting as you are..." My tone was light, airy, and perhaps a little mischievous as well.
I allowed myself to be led to the carriage. I could hear the possibilities in her voice as she spoke and coupled with the possibilities in my head I knew that the duet could, and would, be most entertaining. To say the least.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 20:31:36 GMT -5
"My horses are quite worth the look," I replied sweetly with just an undertone of iron will. He would wonder what I was thinking but I was intrigued with the idea of keeping him on his toes.
At the carriage the driver opened the door and offered his hand to help me inside; I quickly settled into one of the comfortable seats and patted the one next to me with a wink for my passenger.
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 21:07:15 GMT -5
"I have no doubts that they are. No doubts at all." The reply I gave her was an amused one.
Sliding into the carriage with a sinuous and sensuous grace I seated myself next to her, returning the wink with a gracious nod, almost as if it had been an appropriate welcome from one peer to another.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 21:21:38 GMT -5
Setting the puppy on the other seat I leaned my head against his shoulder for a moment, just to see if he would stiffen, and the carriage began to roll to a start. With a grin I sat up slightly, stroking the bare skin of his arm. "The season of hunting is nearly over, my lord," I whispered lightly. "What will you do with the horse until next spring?"
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 21:36:01 GMT -5
I relaxed quite a bit when she rested her head upon my shoulder and gave some thought to her question. I leaned my head back against the carriage and smiled warmly. "A good question, and one I haven't entirely given much thought to. I couldn't simply stable such a noble animal. I could never cage, as I said, such a thing. It would be unjust." I lifted the arm gently that she was resting upon and slid it along the back of the bench behind her, pulling her against me. "Do you have any ideas of what I should do?"
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on May 11, 2009 21:42:51 GMT -5
My breasts brushed his arm and sent a tiny thrill of cooing pleasure through my blood, causing my smile to grow wider. "You could always pick a young one and find a competent trainer to keep it for you until you next needed it," I suggested with a croon, pressing closer into him as we left the louder sounds of the marketplace behind. "I know some very good trainers."
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Post by Malzane d'Essoms (I) on May 11, 2009 21:46:56 GMT -5
"Now that is something that I think would fit nicely. Of course, I could simply stay in Terre d'Ange this winter and train it myself. No matter who you have train it, the horse will always perform better if yours is the hand that guides it." I drew a breath, taking in the scent of her. It was simply intoxicating. "Though I certainly do not doubt your choices."
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