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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Jul 31, 2010 22:32:54 GMT -5
Part 1 Second week of winter, Year two of Queen Sabrina's reign
We’d arrived at our destination and I stopped, letting go of her arm for a moment. “I can only hope,” I said, grinning and giving her a little wink before opening the door to the tavern. “After you.”
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 3, 2010 21:41:17 GMT -5
"Thank you," I said, stepping inside of the tavern and breathing in deeply at the warmth. "As much as I am trying to learn to enjoy the storm, I have to say that I much prefer the warm indoors." I rubbed my cold hands together and hoped that they served something warm like cider or hot tea here. "Perhaps the cold will grow on me?"
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 3, 2010 22:01:19 GMT -5
“Or you will just have to go into hiding until spring,” I said, chuckling.
“Hmm, where would you like to sit?” I asked her. I noticed an empty table near the roaring fire. “There perhaps?”
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 4, 2010 0:42:13 GMT -5
I laughed at that, smiling. "Like a bear, I shall hibernate in my room with nothing but books and soup." I replied, then glanced to where his gaze lingered, by the fire. "Oh yes," I exclaimed, immediately beginning to weave my way toward the warmth. "This is perfect," I said as I slid into a chair and immediately put my ice cold hands out toward the fire. "I imagine that this is what Terre d'Ange Beyond is like - finding a fire on a cold day."
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 4, 2010 1:41:33 GMT -5
Chuckling, I took a seat at the table, further from the fire but still close enough to her.
"Then it will be a lovely place for you," i said, smiling. I motioned to a barmaid and she began to weave her way towards us. "what would you like to drink?"
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 4, 2010 22:18:29 GMT -5
"A glass of wine, please. Red," I added belatedly, realizing that 'a glass of wine' was a bit vague. Even after three years out of my Uncle's household, I found that I was unaccustomed to being offered choices, especially in the presence of others. In fact, I rather preferred to just go along with others, because it was what I was used to.
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 6, 2010 0:51:19 GMT -5
“Shall I see if they have something warm?” I asked. “A mulled wine perhaps?”
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 7, 2010 18:16:57 GMT -5
I shivered with remembered cold and nodded. "That sounds perfect," I said, wondering that I hadn't thought of it myself. "Anything warm, really."
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 9, 2010 12:27:47 GMT -5
I nodded to her and then turned to the barmaid who had finally reached our table. I ordered a mulled wine for Yvaine and a glass of chilled white for myself. It was very warm here and the cooling drink would be nice. The barmaid nodded and headed off and I turned back to Yvaine.
“Feeling better?” I asked, smiling at her and tilting my head towards the fire.
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 15, 2010 22:27:11 GMT -5
"Yes, much," I said, unwinding my cloak as the fire began to warm me. Underneath the cloak, I wore a dress of pale purple, long of sleeve, but lower cut than I was used to. It seemed to be the fashion here in Terre d'Ange, even in the winter months. I bought the most modest things I could, but somehow I still felt as if my cleavage was not going to stay put.
"Thank you so much for the company," I said, accepting my drink as the barmaid brought them to us. The mulled wine warmed me from the inside out, and for a moment I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the warmth flowing into me.
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 16, 2010 1:01:32 GMT -5
“It’s been my pleasure,” I said as I watched her enjoy the drink. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over the skin exposed by her gown; picturing the perfect flesh rent apart. I looked away before she could catch me, not wanting to give her the least reason to be uncomfortable.
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 17, 2010 23:18:04 GMT -5
"Mine as well," I commented, pleased by the events of the day. It had taken me a long time to let my guard down in Tiberium, even for Max, but here I was making the effort a lot sooner. These were my people, were they not? I wanted so much to have a normal life, and yet I hardly seemed capable of it. Making friends was the first step, was it not?
I turned to stare into the flames, thinking about some of the things that had brought me here, before I turned back to Ciaran and smiled ruefully. "Ah, here I go again, off into my own little world... I'm sorry, it's terribly rude of me."
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 18, 2010 8:45:05 GMT -5
I sipped my drink and watched her as she seemed to become lost in her thoughts. She was truly beautiful in that deliciously fragile way. I wanted to get my hands on her, and not in the manner in which the others in the room who were casting her quick glances wanted to get their hands on her. My blood was burning in my veins and my hands were tingling with the desire to feel her flesh.
'I don't think you rude in the least," I said, smiling charmingly. "Everyone is entitled time with their thoughts.'
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 18, 2010 22:48:27 GMT -5
I laughed softly, taking another sip of the warm drink. "That is very kind of you, but most people at least wait until they are alone for that sort of thing." I made a little face and shook my head, my dark hair falling forward. I generally left it down, to hide behind in a manner, and I liked the way it framed my face, a dark curtain. "I promise to keep it to a minimum," I said, leaning slightly forward to focus my interest on him.
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 19, 2010 13:16:56 GMT -5
“But that means I will have fewer opportunities to stare at your loveliness without the chance of you catching me,” I replied, my smile becoming a grin.
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 25, 2010 22:11:32 GMT -5
I blushed at his words, unused to such comments since leaving Tiberium. "I should hate to deprive you," I said, surprised at the boldness of my words. "So in that case I shall endeavor not to disappoint you, though I doubt I shall have much trouble, my thoughts are often wandering."
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Aug 26, 2010 1:15:54 GMT -5
Her response pleased me, especially the blush. I reached over and gently brushed a stray lock of hair back into place. "I have a feeling you would be hard pressed to disapoint me," i said softly.
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Aug 30, 2010 23:14:20 GMT -5
I felt my flush deepen, and it seemed as if the mood had changed a bit, as if it also deepened. Perhaps it was the touch, the way he brushed my hair back, or perhaps the softness of his tone; either way, it was as if the room had gotten smaller somehow, and only the two of us were in it.
"I hope that I prove worthy of that sentiment," I said, my voice low and slightly trembling. To cover my embarassment at it, I hid behind my wine, savoring its worth and trying to regain my composure.
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Sept 1, 2010 1:10:08 GMT -5
“But you already have,” I assured her, giving her another smile before taking a sip of my drink. She was a puzzle, a flash of brave then a wash of shy. I found her quite intriguing.
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Post by Yvaine L'Envers-Shahrizai on Sept 7, 2010 22:59:06 GMT -5
I hid my smile behind my glass, warming even more to his company. In fact, I felt tingly and warm all over now, from the warmth of the fire to the warmth that spread through my blood as I drank the mulled wine.
"That's very sweet," I said finally, "Though I fear overly kind, as I haven't done anything yet to warrant such niceties."
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Post by Ciarán Ringe on Sept 9, 2010 17:38:02 GMT -5
“Then it will just have to be enough that I think you warrant them,” I replied with a charming smile.
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