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Post by Odette Lamberte on May 23, 2009 14:21:31 GMT -5
Depositing the much needed wears back at the forge, I kept up pace with Eyvind to find a suitable place for drink. As I held no desire to haunt Le Poulet Gauche, I suggested the Cockeral. Upon our arrival, I smiled finding it a hospitable tavern. “I shall follow after your step... to which ever table you like, Eyvind.”
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on May 28, 2009 23:43:43 GMT -5
I knew nothing of the local taverns so I was more than happy to let Odette pick. I looked around the Cockeral, it seemed pleasent and a good choice.
"A table?" I said, more to myself than to Odette. I looked at those available. It had been so long since I had been in such a place I was not sure for a moment what would be a good table. I saw one that was near the back, but not completely hidden away so we could still see everyone and interact if it became preferable.
I pointed toward the table and said, "how about that one?"
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 2, 2009 16:21:34 GMT -5
A much more inviting tavern than the one I labored in, and his selection of table would be well for us to enjoy. “Yes…that one is agreeable to me.”
I hitched a small hand on the crook of his elbow then followed along towards the table, lifting the hand away to sit down with a contented sigh. “What do you think of this place? I rather like it.” I gazed at the patrons conversing with companions, and smiled at them, then to my own companion.
"If we come to admire our time here, mayhap future visits shall be a charm for us to partake of, when there is time and enough coin."
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Jun 7, 2009 12:25:46 GMT -5
I sat down at the table with Odette and looked around agian. It was a friendly place. "I would more than willing to come back her with you in the future," I told her. With a smile I added, "purhaps after I earn some coin of my own I can bring you here and thank you for all of your generosity."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 11, 2009 10:37:40 GMT -5
Genuinely I smiled, reaching outwards with a hand to squeeze at one of his. “I appreciate such thought though shall be happy just to be in your company, coin or no. Let us enjoy this moment, drink as deeply as we like and complain on the marrow for rash decisions.” I winked at Eyvind, letting his hand free as a matron came to call for drinks.
What a lovely sight the matron was, with golden spun locks and a fullness in her chest that bounced as her slender figure halted before our table. I gazed over at my companion and grinned for surely his reaction to her shall be amusing to watch.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Jun 17, 2009 8:40:10 GMT -5
I laughed warmly at Odette's suggestion. It had been too long since I had let myself loose to a good drink, though I was probably not in the best health for such things I knew I could surivive. I could rest and recover tomorrow. I am sure Uruz would forgive me if he needed help. At the moment my job was not overly complicated, just tending too the fires. As long as I didn't fall in all would be well.
The server walked over. She was put together well, but as usual I didn't feel any real excitement with her apparance. It crossed my mind that if Uruz was here instead of Odette he would probably knock me on the shoulder and send me after her. I smiled at her in greeting and then turned my attentions to Odette. "I do not know what is a good drink around here, so I will have whatever you are having.
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 20, 2009 10:34:38 GMT -5
The loveliness of the bar matron failed to invoke in him what I seen in many a man, a form of discourteous behavior or a deep appreciation, as one may agree with our matron, though I was growing suspect that he appreciated a complete opposite, and I grinned a little.
“An ale for each of us…please.” The graceful matron sauntered from our location to take up at the bar for our drinks. Whilst she slipped away from us, I folded my arms on the table and leaned forward a bit. “She is a fetching vision…yes? A surety if Uruz held a presence with us, he likely would ask of her attentions later. What do you think of her?”
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Jun 20, 2009 13:29:20 GMT -5
I was a little surprised at Odette's question. She had voiced my thought that Uruz would find her atractive. I guess it might have been a bit odd for me to not have saught her out. I could see her in the far corner of the bar, I looked at her and thought of her showing attention to be, wanting to lie with me. It did not bring to me the excitement that it probably should have.
I then turned my attention back to Odette. At first I kept my usual indifference that I had in the past, the few times Uruz had questioned my lack of ethusiasm. "I guess she isn't the type to draw my attention," I said. I paused for a moment, a question that had not bothered me in the past, but now it did. I then asked, "do you think its strange I am not excited by her?"
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jul 2, 2009 10:40:54 GMT -5
He appeared to thoroughly apply thought to my questioning, to which I allowed him the process with a warm smile that held patience. I briefly beheld the matron then back to my companion to ponder why his eyes held no interest in the woman.
His reply brought me to chuckle softly, “Not passing strange, as you desire someone more appealing than she.” My suspicions remained though I held my tongue for them as our drinks arrived, and I passed coin to see that the matron was awarded a small amount of added coin.
Again we found ourselves alone and I held my drink in the baring of good tiding for our fortunes and took a long draw, lowering it away from lips to smile at him. “What features attract you to a woman? Ample breasts…bright eyes?”
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Jul 11, 2009 20:18:43 GMT -5
I said my thanks to both the waitress for bringing the drink and a more thoughtful thanks to Odette for purchasing it for me. I drank when she did, enjoying the taste of a drink that could become a friend. Albiet, a times not a friend with your best intrest in mind.
I thought for a moment, though not to long. "I think I like a woman when she is healthy in general, instead of just focusing on one feature." I thought about my answer briefly before adding, "someone who is strong and can keep up with anything I would want to do." I smiled and added, "me when I am not still recovering from an illness."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jul 16, 2009 18:05:07 GMT -5
I mused at his reply, pondering greatly at the physical attributes that he favored in a woman, and imagining that a Skaldic woman likely held appeal for keeping up with the vigor of Skaldic men, at their peek health, rather than the companion of a different sort. I made a thoughtful hum before partaking of my drink further.
When I reached a satisfying limit of ale, I spoke anew. “The men of your country test a woman’s strength I dare say I’m thoroughly exhausted with the passing of certain…endeavors…do you believe that an enduring woman can be found in these lands for you?” I grinned sheepishly.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Jul 18, 2009 0:36:28 GMT -5
For some reason her comment of Uruz wearing her out with his, "endeavors," made me want to laugh. Purhaps the ale was getting to me quicker than I thought it would. I managed to hold back an actual laugh, but I smiled widely at the comment. I looked around the room for a moment, seeing who was present. The women present were what one would expect for a group of d'Angeline's. No one here, in particular, stood out too me.
I shrugged, "who knows, maybe." I drank for a brief minute and then added, a strong note of jest in my voice, "purhaps I should hold a competition of female endurance and see if any d'Angeline women can pass. If so, maybe I will find my match."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jul 27, 2009 10:00:20 GMT -5
Demurely I smiled, pressing a hand at the swell of a breast to tease him a moment. “To be counted among those opponents. Alas, I fear that my fortitude shall fail me thus excluding me from such sport. You shall be in need of endeavoring without me.” I chuckled in spite of myself, lifting the mug to toast him.
“To pursue or stand aside the thought of that manner of competition…I salute you and impart the best for you, whichever you decide to do.” I smiled kindly then took a long drink to which would deepen the intoxication I felt presently. With the grace of luck, I wouldn’t make much a fool of myself as our conversation progressed.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Jul 28, 2009 20:11:59 GMT -5
I chuckled a little at Odette's remark. "I don't know," I said the drink putting me in good spirits, "you can't be too weak of body if you can keep up with Uruz."
I then held up my drink, "lets make a toast, too good friends and future lovers. May they all be what we want and much more."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Aug 12, 2009 20:58:18 GMT -5
“Friends and future lovers.” I drank deeply for the well wishes, gaining more drink for us both when it became appropriate to do so. “As for Uruz…a certainty that I am tame compared to his past lovers. I suspect that I please him well enough to satisfy his urges. Mayhap with other lovers…much more than that is accomplished.”
I grinned drunkenly at Eyvind, leaning forward on the table somewhat to lift my bosom in a more appealing display as I gazed at him. An attractive fellow, though I became keen of such when we first met one another. I admired his features a moment longer, running the tips of my fingers absently over the swell of my breasts before leaning back from the table, and partaking of my drink anew.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Aug 14, 2009 23:37:29 GMT -5
Odette didn't seem to be as confident in her relationship with Uruz as I had throught she was. Before I could think of it much she leaned forward and seemed to look me over. I did not miss the movements of her fingers and I was surprised by it. I responded first by taking a drink of my own.
In Skaldi one did not sleep with your friend's woman unless you no longer wanted him as a friend. I would not dishoner Uruz as such. I knew that d'Angelines did not follow these rules all the time, but I didn't think Uruz had been here long enough to not care if I slept with Odette. I would need a lot more to drink and even then I didn't think I would completely forget about Uruz. I was his right hand man and tended to stay that way.
I did not want to offend Odette, I had enjoyed her company thus far and wanted to remain her friend. I was unsure of how to react so I decided to simply continue conversation as if nothing happened. Unable to help myself I asked, "are things with you and Uruz going well?"
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Sept 16, 2009 19:22:56 GMT -5
I smirked somewhat at his neutral reaction, thinking that I was correct in my assessment that he favored the opposite of companions, mayhap. Ah…he was a friend though, and I naught set out to truly ruin such between us.
“The times are... well enough between us. I wished that…” I dashed away the words with a dismissive wave of my free hand. Eyvind should have not a burden to carry with my romantic notions towards his brother. With that I drank more deeply then cast an eye about the tavern.
“Shall we talk of somewhat else?” I frowned lightly then gasped lowly to myself. It was in the exploration of the room that I spied him. His manners were proper with a beautiful smile to match his face. By the Gods the fellow was striking, and I watched him at length.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Oct 13, 2009 23:44:20 GMT -5
I wanted to ask Odette about her comment, but she did not want to talk about it and I was not one to force someone into conversation. Besides, it was suppose to be a evening to enjoy ones self, and i didn't want to ruin that.
I tried to get my mind, which had been slowly getting fuzzier, to think of a good topic of conversation when I noticed Odette staring at someone. At first I thought maybe she had seen Uruz and I turned toward her direction. My friend, however, was not there and instead it was anther man. He was probably all d'Angeline judging by his features which seemed to be almost perfectly laid out.
I realized in a brief amount of time that I had been watching him too, and I quickly turned back toward Odette. 'It must be the drink,' I thought but then before I could stop myself I said, 'He's a nice looking one."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Oct 17, 2009 9:32:46 GMT -5
I heard the comment from Eyvind as clear as a tower bell struck on a winter’s day, I naught could help grin a knowing grin. “Oh yes…he is very nice looking indeed.” The beautiful fellow must have felt eyes upon him as in the next moment his eyes caught my own.
Lazily I wiggled a few fingers at him which in turn earned a chuckle from the fellow. “Shall we invite him to drink with us? Or send a drink his way, mayhap? I bet that he would make fair company.”
A plan of sorts wove its way through my mind. Something that might lend a hand to Eyvind’s exploration of a subject that I suspected was on his mind often enough. He likely would blame the drink, though I surely would beg to differ such later.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Oct 17, 2009 13:39:34 GMT -5
I saw Odette give a little wave of sorts and I guessed that she was flirting with the man. I didn't dare look back around though, I kept my focus on her and my drink. Which, I suddenly realized was empty. When did that happen?
I didn't answer Odette right away, my thoughts argued with themselves. Some of them wanted him to be sitting right here, to hear his voice, which was probably just as lovely as he was. But, wait, why would I want to hear his voice? He was a man a male, not a gender I wanted to be with.
In the end I blushed, which was very rare for me, looked at my drink and said, "I don't know, but my glass is empty."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Oct 18, 2009 18:17:35 GMT -5
I took a sidelong glance at Eyvind, taking immediate notice of his flushed cheeks with interest. Gently I rapped a few fingers on the wooden surface of the table merrily then giggled softly in motioning for the matron to see another round of drink brought to us.
“We shall see that remedied then.” Once again I made eye contact with the fellow, winking at him and seeing his amused eyes glance away from me to Eyvind. I could see that he was taken with my companion. I took no offense in such and smiled when our drinks were replenished.
I lifted my drink, pouring my attention onto Eyvind with a renewed grin. “To you my friend…may you always see the way of your heart and follow it.”
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Oct 20, 2009 1:00:46 GMT -5
I smiled at the person who served us and then thanked Odette with a little more grace than what was needed. Old habits were hard to break, especially when one has hops floating around their blood.
I watched as Odette flirted with the man again and once again resisted the urge to turn and look at him. He had a mix of masculine and feminine that was not quite so unusual here, but not something you saw in Skaldia much. I couldn't help but to find it appealing, though it bothered me that I did find it so appealing.
I focused my attention back on Odette when she lifted her glass and nodded weakly in agreement to her toast. I then took a long drink.
My heart, what did my heart want? Not what my mind told me I should want, of that I was starting to suspect. I put down my glass and looked at Odette. She was a sweet girl and it was not surprising that Uruz was attracted to her. The thoughts of him flooded my mind for a moment, a quick flash of some of our better times. That and the strange jealously that I felt when I first learned of his affection for Odette.
I sighed and then worked up the courage to glance back at the man, who I found to be watching me. I quickly looked back at Odette. Oh, it was all so strange.
"How do you know?" I asked her, "what your heart wants, and rather or not it is even good for you."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Nov 1, 2009 18:15:59 GMT -5
At length I drew drink, swallowing down a majority of the brew with a little hitch in my throat that sounded alike a small frog calling from a wallow. In the wake of the noise, I rested a free hand against my lips and giggled softly.
When I had regained a sense of composure, I lowered the hand away and settled the empty mug onto the table, and smiled at my companion. “A difficult thing to figure…what a heart wants…good or ill for you. At times I pursue which is curious to me, sate it and think upon it later. Betimes…I truly know what I want though suspect that ‘tis naught the same want from others.”
I paused then waved an unsteady dismissive hand about and peered back over at the beautiful man whom studied Eyvind at length. I giggled again. “I should think you might take a chance…see what the matter is with your heart, compare it to the response of a firmer hand upon your body. Pardon me a moment.”
Swaying on my feet, I stood and wandered carefully towards the fellow’s table to have a few words with him. During the course of our conversations, we each spied upon Eyvind with mixed expressions. I wore a charming grin where as the fellow held one of desire for Eyvind.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Nov 5, 2009 2:18:11 GMT -5
We were both becoming intoxicated, but I did not care. I was afraid of what thoughts my head would think if it were clear. My mind was racing enough even with the dulled sensation of alcohol. When Odette mentioned a firm hand my mind instantly went to Uruz and I thought of him in ways I had not openly thought of him before. It was brief and I pushed it out of my mind. We had been friends, good firends, and nothing more for as far back as I could remember. We were not lovers and we never would be! It was not right to think of him in that way. We were Skaldi men.
Odette left me and I simply sat where I was. I could not help but to glance at her as she soke with that man who was to pretty to be a man. It was his hand that I thought of next. A thought that bothered me a little less, but it did not change who I was. Skaldi did not have feelings for other men. Maybe it was some lasting effect of the illness.
Yes! That is what it is, as soon as I heal all of this will go away...
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Nov 13, 2009 12:42:47 GMT -5
I remained in the company of the fellow a moment longer, dotting his cheek with prompt kiss, and slipping away in unsteady steps to lean heavily on the edge of the table that I shared with Eyvind, grinning widely at him as I did so.
“Oh what entertainment you shall have this eve my friend. I believe that the pair of you has much too…discuss.” Mischievously I looked at Eyvind then leaned down to whisper in his ear. “His hands appear as what you need to be satisfied. Come in all haste from this place, and you shall have him.”
With that spoken, I leaned away to gaze at my companion. Would he accept the invitation from the beautiful man, imparted by my lips? I winked and added. “He has agreed to escort us to my place, seeing me safely home before taking you to his.”
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Nov 13, 2009 14:38:56 GMT -5
Odette soon returned and in a flourish. Her words made me want to blush, even more so when I felt my blood pound in a way that it hadn't really done before. Images of him with me blossomed in my head without my permission and my phallus tried to do the same.
I looked over at him and he returned my gaze with a interested smile. My heart skipped for a moment and then I turned back to Odette.
"Well," I said, my mind refusing to work the way I wanted it too, "we should make sure you arrive safely at home."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Dec 3, 2009 13:53:02 GMT -5
“Indeed you should.” I gently nodded in affirmation though such an action made my head swim and set the room to spin slightly in my vision, momentarily I closed my eyes until the sensation passed. I slowly fluttered open my eyes to behold Eyvind anew, offering a small hand to him with a drunken grin.
“See me safely home, my good friend. Your striking companion desires the warmth of your body.” I stole a glance towards the fellow who surely would know an intimate measure with Eyvind this night, I saw him nod firmly before rising from his chair to wander outside too await us. I grinned all the more.
I looked back at Eyvind, beckoning him with the flexing of my slender fingers. “Let us go. When you’ve recovered on the morrow…we shall speak of your sated heart.”
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Dec 6, 2009 10:44:46 GMT -5
I swallowed, a little nervously as I stood up and took Odette's hand. I knew not why I was nervous. The thought of bedding anyone in the past had not made me nervous before. Of course in the past I never truly cared what they thought in the end. That realization surprised me, but I could not think of it long before me and Odette were standing before him.
I thought of Odette calling him a warm body. I had not had a warm body next to me in quite some time. For some reason I pictured him as being almost on fire and that thought made the heat rise in my body. He looked at me with passion and I returned his gaze with I don't know what briefly. I then focused on Odette, she at least caused me less confusion. Though part of me thought this was her fault. I wasn't sure why though, the conversation was starting to blur a little in my mind.
"Lets see you safely home my dear," I said. Only a slight touch of the nights drinks in my voice.
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Dec 9, 2009 19:54:30 GMT -5
His hand was taken into my own and held comfortably tight as I leaned somewhat against Eyvind and giggled softly in admiring the make of the fellow. By the Gods Eyvind truly was in for an unforgettable night, a tingle of jealously might have reigned in my breast though I was too intoxicated in giving a second of my thoughts.
I slowly began to lean off the support of Eyvind, whispering lowly whilst I stood on my own accord. “Mm…he has such a tempting mouth. Oh how fortunate you shall be in knowing them.”
This arrangement between the men should burn to passionate heights on this night and beyond, mayhap. In the back of my mind I could hear the rumblings of disappointment from Uruz, and for that I cared not. Life was vastly different here. It was fair time that he accepted such, more for Eyvind’s sake than his own… I drunkenly reckoned.
“Show me the way home.” I replied, and grinned widely at Eyvind’s companion.
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Post by Eyvind Loevess on Dec 9, 2009 23:26:23 GMT -5
I swallowed and tried not to let Odette's comment about his mouth fill my mind to much. I would concentrate on the task at hand and think of what would come when it came.
I smiled at her and then braved a smile toward him, "shall we?"
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