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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 4, 2011 16:12:36 GMT -5
Today was it; we had found the marquist in the Artisan District that Cerise had spoken of and, after sending him a missive and receiving one in return, had set up an appointment to visit him and see about getting my warrior's markings.
The carriage we were riding in was beautiful and done in the d'Essoms colors, which I had learned were rich shades of red and green. I sat next to Leon, his arm wrapped snugly around my waist and my head on his shoulder. It was a smooth ride, the driver expertly maneuvering down the streets of the City.
Leaning my head up and back, I kissed Leon's neck softly and, for what was probably the hundredth time that day, murmured, "Thank you Leon, I'm so grateful...." He was probably going to roll his eyes at me, affection in the depths of their sharp sapphire gaze, and tell me to hush and that he was happy to do it if it made me happy.
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Mar 5, 2011 18:34:56 GMT -5
I was only too happy to have done this for Fion; the markings were important to her, so when Cerise suggested a marquist by name, I was confident enough to write and make the appointment. In the missive, I explained what it was we were after, and that the woman I was courting would be able to show him what markings would need to be drawn.
When she thanked me again...I'd lost count of the number of times she had, that morning alone...I just chuckled softly, patiently, and turned my head to kiss her temple. "You are quite welcome, love. Anything that excites you so is more than worth it," I assured her as the carriage came to a stop. Looking out the window, I saw that we had arrived.
As the driver opened the door, I slowly pulled away from her, and slipped out onto the street, before helping her down and out herself. Yes, she could have easily made the step herself, but it was an excuse for me to touch her again, my hands holding her waist firmly as I lowered her feet to the ground. Smiling into her eyes, I then offered her my arm as was proper in such a public place, and led her into the marquist's salon.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 5, 2011 19:11:17 GMT -5
I smiled as his hands came around my waist, lifting me out of the carriage. I didn't care that it was a small enough step that I could have easily made it; I loved him touching me and I would take it where I could get it.
He offered me his arm and I pressed close to it, resting my hand on his forearm and pressing the breast nearest his body up against the side of his elbow as we moved through the doorway of the marquist's shop, smiling serenely as my breast rubbed against his arm in a rather enticing manner.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 6, 2011 18:25:20 GMT -5
The bell above the front door rang as I finished lighting the candles. Pleased that they were on time, I stepped through the curtains and out front.
“Good day,” I said to the pair, smiling. “I am Darien Kachine.”
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Mar 7, 2011 10:09:23 GMT -5
When the Marquist came out to introduce himself, I bowed my head to him politely, my arm still around the back of Fion's waist. "Good day, Messiere Kachine. I am the Comte Leon d'Essoms, and this is the lady Fionnula mab Bevin, whom I wrote to you about," I introduced us, gently pressing my hand to the small of her back to get her to step forward slightly when I gave her name.
"She wishes to have her woad markings, but there are none of her people in the city capable of doing them, as I said, but she can likely tell you more," I added, and then looked to her, knowing that her d'Angeline had been improving by leaps and bounds once we'd finally began to work on it.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 7, 2011 10:20:58 GMT -5
Why did everyone call me lady? I was no lady.
Stepping forward at the light pressure of Leon's hand against my back, I curtsied to the marquist with a smile. "Hello messire Kachine, it's very nice to meet you. I am indeed Fionnula and that is what you may call me." If I had less decorum, I would swear to hauling off and decking the next person to call me 'lady'. Bedamned, I was no lady! I had the decorum of an injured rhinoceros.
"An Eglantine adept by the name of Cerise pointed us in your direction," I continued, "And I had hoped you could help me attain my warrior's markings. I care not if you have the actual woad; I know of it's properties. The ink doesn't matter, but the markings do. Are you familiar with them, my lord?" I inquired, not because I didn't believe that he was but simply because I was curious.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 8, 2011 16:54:53 GMT -5
“I am,” I said, nodding a little. “I also know that the different markings symbolize different accomplishments and clan ties. Which markings did you want?”
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 8, 2011 17:56:13 GMT -5
"I am of the mab Bevin clan, and so I had an idea somewhat like this," I told him, brandishing a sketch I'd been working on of what I wanted. I had done it while Leon was away on business, so he hadn't seen it either. I knew he would never have made a jest at my expense, I simply wanted it to be a surprise for him as well. "I got a bit carried away when I was drawing," I said sheepishly. "I'd wanted my markings on my shoulders and upper back only." As he studied my sketch, I waited nervously to see what he would say, and I wondered at Leon's impression of it as well. Would he still find me attractive with my woad? |
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Mar 8, 2011 18:36:51 GMT -5
I stood aside a bit as the two discussed the matter of the markings themselves. I understood what they were, for the most part, but the intricacies they were speaking of left me with little to contribute. I did, however, listen intently; my curious nature would allow me to do little else, truly.
Then Fion produced a sketch she had been working on, something I'd seen no sign of around the house. Unable to help myself, I drew closer, gazing at them over her shoulder. The patterns were interesting...something about them was primal, and just seemed powerful somehow. Gazing back and forth between the sketch and the woman who'd made it, I smiled softly, looking forward to seeing them when they were finished.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 8, 2011 23:16:54 GMT -5
I took the sketch and held it up to the light, studying it carefully. In my head I was calculating the supplies needed and how long it would take from what I could tell of her measurements.
“Do you want all the work done at once or over stages?” I asked, still studying the drawing. “There will be a lot of pain involved to get the ink this thick.”
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 8, 2011 23:40:21 GMT -5
I couldn't help but grin. "Someday if you like, my lord Kachine, I will tell you my story and you will understand all the better. I would like it done all at once, please."
I didn't care how much it would hurt; it would be nothing compared to the emotional pain I would finally be able to let free. This was important for me; it was worth the pain.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 10, 2011 1:49:04 GMT -5
“Alright,” I said, looking up at her finally. “I will have to get measurements before I can give you a price.”
I held aside the curtain to the back room. “If you would?”
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 10, 2011 9:26:36 GMT -5
I glanced at Leon and squeezed his hand once before nodding and moving to follow the man into the back room. I imagined that, since he had taken me back here, he had intended for at least my shoulders to be bared, and so I moved my hair over my shoulder and undid my dress, letting it pool around my waist so that my back and shoulders were bare. I stood straight so that the measurements he'd have to take would be accurate.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 10, 2011 16:17:36 GMT -5
“Actually, I need you to disrobe fully and lay on the table,” I told her. I pointed to the screen in the corner that she could change behind. “There are robes there.”
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 16, 2011 13:49:35 GMT -5
I nodded and, lifting my dress up enough to cover my breasts, moved over behind the screen and undid my laces more so that the dress could slip from my hips. Stepping out of it, I lifted it from the floor and hung it over the side of the screen so that it wouldn't get dirty or wrinkled. No use in having Leon's -- our? -- help do extra cleaning when I could save them the trouble simply by being careful.
I selected a rather small-looking robe and slipped it over my shoulders, folding one side of it over the other but not bothering to belt it since I figured he'd need it off soon anyway. I stepped out from behind the curtain and looked at Darien. "Should I take the robe off first and then lie on the table?" I asked him, a bit of a blush coming to my cheeks. I'd never been naked -- of my own accord -- in front of any other man but Leon.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 17, 2011 0:08:56 GMT -5
“Oh no,” I said, smiling gently. “I only need it off your back and arms, so you can get on the table first if that is easier. I need you to lay on your stomach first.”
Then I turned away to give her a bit of privacy while she got herself comfortable.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 17, 2011 11:05:09 GMT -5
I nodded as he turned away and moved toward the table. Opening the robe a bit, I slid my arms out and then moved to lie on my stomach on the table, my arms down by my side and the robe simply resting on my back so that the man could move it as he needed to to take his measurements. I'd moved my hair to one side once more so that my back would be clear for him.
"I'm ready," I said as I finished settling myself.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 18, 2011 15:29:38 GMT -5
At her words I turned and moved to her side. My eyes moved over her skin before I let my fingers follow, feeling the texture and fineness of her flesh, gauging how receptive it would be to my work.
Then, I picked up my calipers and began taking measurements, stopping every now and then to make notations on a sheet.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 21, 2011 13:52:58 GMT -5
I hadn't been expecting his touch and I stifled a gasp at it. It was a strange feeling, having another man touch me, but I knew it was impersonal and professional, and so it didn't bother me. After all, it was for a good cause. I wondered what Leon was doing back out in the front-room of the salon all by himself. I missed him, even though it had only been a matter of minutes since I'd walked into the back with Darien.
I felt some sort of contraption on my back and figured he was taking measurements or some such. I was curious and wanted to see the implement, but knew if I moved it would probably throw whatever he was measuring off, and so I simply stayed quiet and kept my breathing steady and even.
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Post by Darien Kachine on Mar 22, 2011 0:34:30 GMT -5
Back finished, I measured her shoulders next.
“Have you ever had any sort of marquing done?” I asked.
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