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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 20, 2011 13:13:51 GMT -5
After the incident with Darien, I had taken some time off for myself, but me being who I was, I could only do that so long before I made myself move on and pretend, in my head and heart, that nothing had happened at all. I threw myself back into my work with new inspiration - to finish my marque. I had succeeded, finally, and there was one person who had a large influence on that, and who indeed had helped me greatly towards getting the funds to finnish my marque with his patron gifts - Pieter. I wondered if the man had grown tiresome of my constantly wanting to be around him, whether it was to paint him, or to share a bed with him, but I still had to ask him to do this last thing, if he did nothing else for or with me. I wanted him to attend while I got the last fwe inches of my marque completed. I had sent a missive to his Town home that, if he wished to be a part of it, which I truly hoped he did, he could meet me here, outside of the marquists shoppe. I did not go back to Darien's shoppe to finish my marque, even though he had been teh one who had started it and it would have served as perfect closure to that chapter in my life, but I did not want to strain things more than I already apparently had, besides, who knew whether he would be allowed to, and I did not want that Jeshuite woman standing over my shoulder, glaring daggers at me for fear of me attempting to make some move on her property,.
Besides, a new marquist to finish an old marque was just a new thing to the many new things I would be doing, and able to do now.
So, I waited outside the shoppe, just a few minutes early, wringing my hands. This was a big step, and I hoped that Pieter would show.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 20, 2011 14:03:04 GMT -5
I had not been back in the City from my trip back home for very long. Indeed about all I had done was attend a début auction that I had more or less let slip away on purpose. I was making my rounds though and showing my face and my uncle had been pleased with the progress I had made. Indeed I found that more and more of my life was my own now. My uncle’s children were in line for the throne and our nation was gaining respect. So they had little need for this awkward prince and that was just fine with me.
Sefirah’s missive had caught me by surprise considering the short time I had been back. I was also a bit surprised considering that she was a professional lover and companion that I was certain she had all sorts of more interesting people than me to occupy her. But the invitation to watch as she completed her marquee was a great honor. Not to mention the fact she was possibly the sexiest woman I had ever met. And so I approached the shop to find her waiting out front for me.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 20, 2011 15:51:47 GMT -5
I was dressed sensibly this time in a light gown of a satiny material, so that it would not irritate the skin afterwards, and one that had a low enough back, not that it needed to be that low, considering it was only the last few inches we were completing, but low enough that that section would be free from rubbing against any fabric. I wore a very light cloak, loosely about my shoulders, just to hide it from the rest of the onlookers. This was big thing. And technically, the first person I should be showing was my Dowayne, but I wanted Pieter there for teh process. And here he wa approaching me. I smiled widely, a giggle escaping me. I rushed up to him, even though he was no thtat far away, and wrapped my arms about him in a friendly greeting.
"Thank you for coming Pieter," I sadwith a smile as I buried my face against his shoulder, my arms about his neck.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 20, 2011 15:58:25 GMT -5
She rather surprised me by rushing to me and embracing me. I suppose I should have expected it she was d’Angeline after all. Lords of the Deep I was actually more honored as one of these extraordinary creatures had seemed to take a deeper interest in me. I knew her invitation to me was a great honor and so I returned her hug my strong arms wrapping around her body and as ever I became aware of the many curves she had. “I would not miss it for the world thank you for inviting me” I responded and then turned my head to kiss her cheek.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 20, 2011 16:33:03 GMT -5
His arms wrapped about me, warmth and strength surrounding me as I pressed keenly to him. I knew we were in teh public eye, and of course I should not have been so spur of teh moment, since he had an image to uphold, but I could not help myself. I was happy to see him after havig not seen him for what seemed like eons, really. He was a true friend, and a great lover besides.
He pulled back, and I felt the press of his lips against my skin, tingling as it always did, mayhap more than it ought to have, but I did not mind. I did not take for granted what he had taught me, even if I had wasted some of my time on soemone else. I closed that off, but I had learned that closing myself off completely was very stupid. Not that I should be thinking such thoughts when it came to Pieter. No doubt he was already spoken for in some sense, and not by someone like myself. I shook my head, shaking away the thoughts, just happy he came to see me. I reveled in the press of his lips against my cheek, and returned the kiss with one of my own, still against his cheek, though encompassing the corner of his mouth. I lingered, pressing my lips sweetly to the spot before I pulled back and looked up at him with a wide grin and a sparkle in my violet-blue-green eyes.
"Not even for the seven seas?" I teased as I pulled away and hooked my arm in his.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 21, 2011 14:11:07 GMT -5
She kissed me back on the corner of the mouth and even someone as often socially awkward as I could tell she wanted a bit more. I kept my arms around her as indeed she was completing her marquee so there should not be an issue though I was not sure of all the formalities. Of course I could also feel my body responding to the press of breath taking woman as one would expect.
"Well, I recently returned from home so one might say that if I was the sort of knave to play it all up I would tell I braved the seas for you." I smiled a bit "and if I really wanted to play it up I would go into grand detail about storms and the like that I had to brave. One never reads an epic that involves smooth sailing after all." I then softly leaned in and pressed my lips to hers and let them linger leaving it to her if she indeed wanted more. I honestly did not know what she wanted I just knew I enjoyed her company.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 22, 2011 11:41:07 GMT -5
He seemed to be getting used to the displays of affection, not so ready to blush, and I smiled as he joked with me, teasing me as he held me tightly in his arms. I reveled in the press of his body, finding it very hard not to press certain parts of my own more firmly to his. He then leaned in, and kissed me, pressing his lips sweetly to mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him in return, surprised by his boldness, and enthralled by it. I actually felt my blood quicken and my heart skip a beat at it. I parted my lips just slightly, kissing him languourously as my arms tightened about his neck.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 23, 2011 17:03:23 GMT -5
I felt a small increase of pressure from her pelvis and her lips parted against my own. I was feeling more secure in my own skin but I was not ready to go way over board so I barely let my tongue tip caress hers before pulling back and looking away. I cleared my throat "I uh suppose we should go inside." This little greeting had all gotten rather out of hand on me rather quickly but I was not overtly embarrassed by it as I might have once been.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 24, 2011 23:52:50 GMT -5
He pulled back, but he did not blush, and he did not seem upset. It was kind of comforting to see that not everything had changed, and he was still as gentlemanly as ever. I smiled at him, eyes sparkling.
"Of course," I said softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek once more. I was nervous, beyond nervous, and often I could get a little ahead of myself affectionately when I was. I was finishing my marque, it was my big day... the second biggest day for an adept, the first being when they have their debut... it was the omega to that alpha and I could feel nerves setting in as I took his arm daintily and moved to enter the shoppe.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 25, 2011 9:37:10 GMT -5
I turned my cheek to her kiss and then completely separated from her body. And that was probably for the best as she was having the usual affects on me. When that happened my mind did not always work in quite the proper manner. It was as if femininity had disrupted something in my brain. “Well lead the way. It is your big day after all” I motioned with my arm.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 25, 2011 10:55:08 GMT -5
I could tell he was trying to keep a level head, and I smiled at it. It was always good to know you still had the same effect on someone even after a long time of having not seen the person. I nodded, taking a deep breath, my smile faltering just slightly as I lead us into the marquist's shoppe. I had written a missive to teh marquist beforehand and set up this appointment. I had met with him prior as well, and he seemed a nice man, not as young as Darien, for certain, but from what I had seen of his sketches he was good with his hand, and it was steady. The shoppe door's bell jingled as we entered, and I stood at the front desk, waiting for the man to come from his back room. When he came forth I smiled, feeling my nerves jump as the moment neared.
"So you are here, your last limning," he said, clapping his hands together with a wide grin on his face. I laughed softly, nodding my head. he looked to Pieter with interest, and then back to me.
"My friend," I said with a smile, "Pieter. he is here for support," I let out a girlish giggle then, and the man rolled his eyes in good humour.
"Nice to meet you, Pieter is it?" he said, extending his hand.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 25, 2011 11:10:34 GMT -5
Sefirah seemed at ease considering her giggle and that was more than I would likely be in her position. I found the thought of having ink pounded into my flesh to be particularly terrifying. As the marquist offered his hand I extended mine and shook. “Yes, I am Pieter” was my simple reply no need to get more detailed than that on a casual greeting “it is nice to meet you.” I looked around the shop and then between the other two. I was not really sure how such things took place it was very far out of my experience and I fidgeted nervously.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 25, 2011 12:37:21 GMT -5
Out the corner of my eye I could see Pieter becomign a little uneasy. i turne dto him and took his hand in mine.
"Basically," I said, explaning while the marquist let us be a moment, going to his backroom to prepare, "you will sit and watch while... well... he takes ink, and very small little needles, and slowly inks the rest of my marque. You can talk to me while it happens, though I do have to try not to giggle and remain still, though that is something that rarely happens. I quite enjoy this actually... even if it is a little painful. Though today... I am not sure...," I bit my bottom lip, feeling my nervousness come back to me again. "We will see. But if you can try to keep my mind off of my nervousness, all will be well," I said with a smile, letting go of his hand.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 25, 2011 20:46:40 GMT -5
"You giggle while someone is stabbing you with needles?" I asked a bit incredulously. "I might expect a lot of things but giggles would not be one of them." I blinked a few times and then cleared my throat. "But I will do my level best to help keep you distracted and sitting still." I figured the nervousness was more about her pending freedom than the process as she had sat through it a few times already. Of course if someone was stabing me with ink covered needles I would be nervous.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 25, 2011 20:52:22 GMT -5
I laughed softly. "I've been known to enjoy the sensation a little... too much," I said, looking at him knowingly before entering into the backroom, removing my cloak to reveal the top of my marque and the unfinished part. I knew Pieter would be right behind me.
"You may disrobe behind there, Sefirah," the marquis said with a soft smile, nodding his head to a curtained... well hole in the wall, for lack of a better description. I nodded, smiling and headed behind the curtain. Once there, I hung my cloak and untied the straps of my dress, gathering it before it fell and gathered on the floor to hang it on a hook that had been fixed to the wall. I wrapped myself in a sheet, tying it above the swell of my breasts and walked back out into the open.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 25, 2011 21:51:46 GMT -5
I followed her and raised a brow "I did not realize your house had those tendencies." I watched her enter the little alcove and then reappear. She was wearing nothing but a sheet but well that made sense as the fellow needed to get to her back. But the affect was breath taking with her curves.
I looked between her and the marquist "how long does this sort of thing normally take?" I had no idea and was only mildly curious as I looked around wondering where I should stand, sit, whatever. This was way out of my experience still and I was getting more nervous by the moment and that certainly would not help Sefirah.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 26, 2011 10:08:29 GMT -5
I walked over to the limning table, the marquist smiling, while Pieter's level of nervousness rose.
"You can sit on that stool over there, my boy," the marquist said, pointing over to a high stool at the foot of the table I would be mounting. "And it usually takes an hour or two. I like to make sure that my work is finely done, no errors," he said as he concentrated on mixing the ink and preparing the needles. I myself mounted the table, sitting with bare legs dangling over the edge as I waited to be told to lie down. I looked at Pieter with a smile.
"It always seems so much shorter," I ensured him, "at least for me. I always enjoy this part of being an adept. It is in my blood. I am a Jasmine afterall," I noted, answering his comment of earlier without drawing too much attention to what we had been discussing. I did not want to make Pieter uncomfortable in front of the marquist afterall.
"Alright, lay down," the marquist ordered in soft tones. "Let us get started."
With that I flashed a grin towards Pieter and moved to my knees atop the padded table, then let my hands brace against it while my legs slid from underneath me and I lay on my stomach, placing my arms under my head, and turning my head to the side Pieter would be on, so he might hear me instead of muffled words. I took a deep breath.
"Are you ready, my dear?" the marquist asked. I exhaled and nodded my head.
"Yessir," I replied, trying to calm myself and let my body relax. This was my last day of being an unmarqued adept, and I had no idea what this meant for my future. I had no idea what I would do, or attempt to do. Would I stay in the House? Would I attempt to open my own gallery? Would I seek work elsewhere as an artist or as a marquist? I had no idea and it unsettled me to feel so weak and undecided. I cleared my throat and tried again to relax.
"Relax, Sefirah," the marquist said softly. "You've done this a hundred times over."
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 26, 2011 10:15:32 GMT -5
I took a seat on the stool indicated and once more looked back and forth between them. I gave a nervous smile “well I suspect making sure it is done right is very important. It is not like it is a sketch one can erase with anything short of a skinning knife.” That thought sent a little shudder through me as it was a rather unpleasant proposition.
Since she seemed tense I did my best to offer small talk. “So what do you plan to do with yourself now? Sorry to be nosey but I have no idea how well if at all completing a marquee sets one up for dealing with the rest of their life.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 26, 2011 11:51:23 GMT -5
TheThe marquist set the needle to tapping against my skin. I flinched at first, but then settled into it, my mind trying not to think too much on the things that had unsettled me. In fact, I giggled just a little bit at Pieter's idea, gruesome as it was, and felt the twinge of pain from teh tapped striking just a little hard. I whinced slightly and settled back down.
"I don't know," I said, my voice showing more worry than I would have liked, "In truth, I suppose I do not have a great many options. I could stay and serve as a marqued adept, paying the House for use of teh assignation rooms and for my keep, and keeping the remainder for myself until I have saved enough and then I could open an art gallery. I could try to find a master in art and apprentice under him or her, I could try to find an apprenticeship in a marquists shoppe... and then continue serving Naamah as well... there are many options, though I am not sure really how ambitious I am, and what I really want."
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 26, 2011 12:18:51 GMT -5
My brow furrowed at her reactions as the fellow set to work since it seemed like she could not decide if she wanted to laugh or whimper. I was rather glad that I did not have to have any ink imbedded into my flesh. It did not sound like a pleasant prospect to me. Though I had to admit if done correctly and with taste the marquees were very striking accents. I had not seen an old person who had one though and could only imagine how they looked with age. Indeed I decided I did not wish my mind to go in that direction as it was about as appealing as back hair.
“Well, you know you could always settle in and help me out?” The thought suddenly occurred to me. Gods knew I could use a local talent to help me with the intricacies of this society. I had looked at taking on just such a type in the past but had never found the right sort. I smiled a bit “I do not charge rent so you could put back more for whenever you decide what you want to do when you grow up” I teased mildly.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 26, 2011 15:55:03 GMT -5
I listened, his voice was deep, and it was soothing, even as the tapper tapped away, and the needle embedded itself into my skin again and again, his presence was definitely a soothing balm. My eyes perked open, and I forced myself to remain still though at his suggestion.
"Truly?" I asked, trying to crane my neck to look at him though it was slightly difficult considering I could not turn my body. I heard the marquist grunt and I whispered a soft sorry, and saw his features ease again as he worked.
"I would love to," I breathed, "I mean, if you truly would want me to. I would not want to be a burden," I added, though I smiled at his comment about knowing what I would want to do when I grew up. He also mentioned saving my funds, but I did not know if he meant he would pay me for being.. well whatever it was he was looking for, or from continuing on in Naamah's service at the same time.
"What would this role involve?" I asked, my voice merry and my mind intrigued.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 26, 2011 16:03:05 GMT -5
Well she apparently liked that idea as I thought she was going to jump off the table. I gave the poor fellow laboring over her back an apologetic look and then moved to where she could see me. The idea was half formed and so I made it up as I went along “well for one as you have no doubt noted my fashion sense is terrible so not to put too fine a point on it I probably need someone to dress me. I also need help navigating the waters of d’Angeline society as depite having done my studies I am still not a native.”
I titled my head so I could fix on her face a bit more “I would put you on staff and pay you of course. And if you wished to pursue other endeavors” I cleared my throat “that would be your business and not mine.”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 26, 2011 16:33:11 GMT -5
My smile widened with each word he spoke. I would be something of... "A personal assistant?" I mused, thinking of the possibilities, and still be able to practice my craft. My smile widened, and I blinked a couple of times, wondering if this offer was truly on the table.
"Oh Pieter," I murmured, keeping as still as I could, whincing once or twice though it was from mere habit, I barely noticed the pain, my mind was busy mulling over what was happening. "Truly, you would do this for me?" I queried, wondering if he knew how important what he had said was, and how much it touched me that he would think of me for the job. "I would be honoured, truly, I would, and if you are indeed serious," I said, my eyes looking at his, his head cocked slightly to look at me straight on... or at least more closely to it, "then I would be more than pleased to accept."
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 26, 2011 16:43:22 GMT -5
“Sure” I said with a smile “it is really not anything overly large and you will be doing me a service.” I was not quite sure of the title but if she said personal assistant than that sounded fine to me. Like most high born I often had more to manage than I was really equipped to think about. And besides the fact that she seemed to really like it was reward enough as I had always been the sort who cared about people. “And I am quite pleased to take you on. Once you get settled we can work on moving you in. Gods know I got more space than I really know what to do with.” I said the last in a bewildered tone that best described my often bafflement at all the pomp that went along with being born of a certain station.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 26, 2011 16:53:08 GMT -5
I smiled excitedly, my body wanting to jump from the table and hug him, despite the fact I was being needled, and the fact I would have been nude. I did wonder, though, about how he felt abotu sleeping with the help, but did not mention it. It was not the place for such discussion, but I filed the thought away in my mind, still grinning, and in fact, giggling slightly, though I stopped as best I could when I saw teh frown reappear on the marquists face.
"I look forward to it," I said, truly and utterly happy. I could not wait to show my Dowayne my finally completed marque, and then to say wha tmy plans were for teh future. I wanted to get up and dance, and shout and squeel, but I kept myself on the table by sheer will, and teh fact that if my marque happened to get messed up, I would be in a world of trouble.
"You have no idea how nervous I have been about thinking about my future," I admitted, "it has been gnawing away at me like a dog at a bone," I said with a soft laugh.
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 26, 2011 20:59:54 GMT -5
"I cannot say that I can really relate" I smiled a bit "but I can say I am a bit jealous. I have never had the pleasure of wondering my life has always been more or less laid out for me. I do not like it but it is the life I was born into." I had an amused smile on my face now but it made sense considering she was all but vibrating when she was supposed to be sitting still. She was so high energy that I suspect it would be like a whirlwind blew into my life.
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 26, 2011 21:05:15 GMT -5
I laughed, though I kept my body movements to a minimum.
"Though that must have its perks too, I would think, even if things are charted out for you before you have a chance to set sail... there must be things that arent preordained... arent there?"
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 27, 2011 10:55:36 GMT -5
I gave a wry smile “a few things, but for the most part no. I have grown up with the knowledge I will be told who I will wed, where I will go, what I will do all in the name of duty. The luxury is very nice do not get me wrong, but I would trade it all to have a life for myself.”
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Jan 27, 2011 11:23:45 GMT -5
I frowned slightly. That sounded terrible, though until I had completed my marque, there were much teh same constraints on me... though they were not set in stone forever. His seemed to extend to th eend of his life.
"Is there no way that you can break free, do what you want, marry who you plese? There must be something you could... trade... some favour you could do that would alleviate you from some of your predestined fate?"
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Post by Pièter Kolcei on Jan 27, 2011 12:00:17 GMT -5
I shook my head no and gave a wry smile “no, I am of royal blood and that is a life sentence. The high born families of your country are full of members born into the same yokes. Oh d’Angelines color it in a bit prettier light than most but the facts remain mostly the same.” I could see even the marquist looking at me with doubt, but thus were the facts of life as I understood them.
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