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Feb 20, 2021 19:44:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2021 19:44:52 GMT -7
During their night of passion, Ri had seen the scars on Renfri's arm and recognized them immediately. He knew what a miracle it had been that she had survived. He had also noticed that she had no use of the arm, but that didn't stop her, so why bring it up.
A beautiful, if not hungover, morning had begun. And it would have been lazy, and slow, and nice, if it hadn't been for the stupid owl. The pillow only seemed to aggravate the beast. The sound seemed to get harder and in turn louder. He sighed, but didn't want to move, seeing as Renfri was now using his body to hide from the sun. But she got up instead, he watched her, admiring her curves as she went to the window.
The bird gave her the letter and flew off, it's job was done. She came back to the bed, and he propped himself up on his elbows and took it in one hand. "Thanks" He moved to fully sit up as he recognized the writing. He was sure what it was, something like this only came up with orders to ship out. Nonetheless, he ripped the letter open and red it's contents. It was exactly what he had thought it was. It seemed as though they would need to be ready to ship out later that day. He folded the letter back up and groaned, now at the continual pounding in his head. Letting the letter drop to the floor, he let his upper body fall back onto the bed, looking over to his companion. Moving to his side, facing her, he closed his eyes, wishing himself to sleep again. Unfortunately it wasn't going happen. "Seems as though I've been sent a summons." He mumbled quietly.
@renfri
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Feb 20, 2021 20:09:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2021 20:09:04 GMT -7
January 1, 2026 @cashel
Renfri felt his eyes on her, and it made her smile just a little. One back on the bed though, she rolled over onto her side, facing him and closed her eyes. She didn't know what the letter was, but she didn't really care. It was his business, not hers. Instead, she planned on going back to sleep and hopefully sleeping off this horrible hangover. Though, the potions were still an option, should she need to function. There was silence as he read the letter, then, she felt the bed shift as he laid back down. Renfri shifted, moving a little closer so that she could feel the heat radiate from his body. She opened her eyes a little, taking in all the tattooes on his arms and chest. She reached out, tracing a few with her fingers. She personally didn't have any tattoos yet, but she liked them. Though she was considering getting some to help cover the scarring.
Then he spoke, mumbling about behind summoned. She sat up a little, propping her head up in her hand and elbow on the table. "That sounds awfully official" She responded. Though, a part of her was... sad. That he'd have to leave. She'd... well, she'd like last night. How easily he made her forget about her darker thoughts. Though had last night planned on being anything more then a simple one night stand?
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Feb 20, 2021 20:19:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2021 20:19:16 GMT -7
After laying back down, she started to trace her finger over his skin, following the inked lines. He had plenty of marks, one of which he could never cover up. He normally would try to hide it in some way, but with her arm and her own scars, he felt comfortable letting it be out there. It was a peaceful moment.
The letter meant one thing, he would have to get things together and leave sooner than later. The ship was near by, asperating near it would be easy, but then he'd need to physically board it. While his powerful wings could catch up with it if he wasn't too far behind, he knew he shouldn't be late. "It's just my...boss" He paused a moment, thinking it would be weird if he had said captain. "Seems as though something has come up." Honestly he didn't want this to end. But was that the design of it? They had a night, one where he failed to be drowned in his missory and memory of what had been, and thoughts of what could have been had he acted differently. He leaned closer to her, longing for something, though he was unsure of what the future held.
@renfri
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Feb 20, 2021 20:52:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2021 20:52:13 GMT -7
January 1, 2026 @cashel
Ri mentioned it being his boss, and Renfri "hmm"ed softly, tracing a different tattoo. She knew what that would man. He was being called away. That the night and morning they'd shared was coming to an end, unfortunately. That was the nice thing about her own work. Her schedule was very predictable, though she didn't really like being predictable. At least she always knew when she would, or wouldn't have to work. She still had several days off before the start of term on the fifth.
He spoke again, then leaned closer. She stopped her light exploration of his tattoos and turned her gaze to his own. Damn, his eyes were just as nice sober as they'd been last night. She leaned closer, letting her lips brush against his own. The kiss wasn't nearly as passionate and desperate as last night, but still nice. He was a quiet person, and she'd come to realize that he didn't need words to communicate. The kiss was short, and then she lay back down, smiling a little as she let out a sigh. "I suppose telling him to f*ck off would be an inappropriate response." She joked. Though, a part of her wished he would, just so they could stay in bed a little longer. But alas, adults had to be responsible. "I have a few hangover potions, bag on the table." She motioned blindly towards the bag in question. At the top of it, he'd find about three hangover potions.
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Feb 21, 2021 12:41:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2021 12:41:19 GMT -7
As he lay there, the woman continued to trace his tattoos. He liked it. It was simple, and took little communication. Being called away like that was normal for him. The life of a pirate. You were free to go wherever you wanted, but had to be ready to "ship out" at a moments notice.
Ri wasn't big on words, especially things he felt that didn't need to be said. Leaning closer their lips swept past each other in a light kiss. It wasn't as thirsting as they had kissed last night, but it was good. It seemed as though she understood his intentions even without him having to say a word. He chuckled at her words. It seemed as though she wanted to stay there just as much as he did. "Not so much." Unfortunately that was the life of a crew member of the Jolly Rodger. He moved his hand across her arm, following the curve of her unmarked skin, noting and seeing better the burn marks un her unusable arm. She mentioned her bag on the table having hangover potion and he let his hand move from her skin. With a flick of the wrist, the bag was there with them. He wanted so stay there as long as he could.
Sitting back up, he pulled one of the vales out of the bag and opened it up. Downing the liquid, waiting for it's relief. Leaning back just so that he could look at her, he ran a finger over some scaring that he could see, finally showing his own grand. "Scars are more than what we see." He said softly, bringing his lips to kiss her forehead softly.
@renfri
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Feb 21, 2021 13:04:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2021 13:04:31 GMT -7
January 1, 2026 @cashel
Really, it wasn't advisable to swear at your boss. But in her mind, it also wasn't advisable to drag someone away after a passionate night. Technically it was also a holiday tonight. It made her wonder what sort of work he did. But she didn't bother asking. There were still many mysteries between them. Maybe that was waht made him so intriguing. This mysterious druid stranger, with his dark past. Renfri wouldn't have considered her the type to like "bad boys" but she definitely wasn't the sort of like nice guys either. She'd walk all over a nice guy.
Renfri had laid her head back on the pillow, but her head was propped up just enough to watch his hand touch her arm. First the useable one, her right arm. The one that had been saved from the flames, that she was forced to rely on. She smiled just a little before closing her eyes. She felt the bed shift just a little as the weight of the bag was droppd onto the bed, then him sitting up to down one of the potions. After a moment though, the shifting stopped. She opened her eyes and saw his hand lightly touching her scarred arm now. She hadn't felt it, only knowing the contact because she could see it. She knew it looked bad. Her entire left arm had been engulfed in the flames, the burn scars covering every inch of skin. From the tips of her fingers to her shoulder. She hadn't told him last night where the scars had come from, but any wizard would know they were magical in nature. Regular burns would have healed. Most people would pity her the moment they learned it had been fiendfyre, and try to make her feel better about "being so strong" and surviving. She didn't need their pity, or want it. It just made her angry. Ri hadn't offered those though, which was nice. He didn't pity her for them, at least not openly. Didn't ask her for the sad story of how it'd happened. Her gaze lifted to his own as he spoke, before following the curve of his shoulders down to his brand, the one that marked him as a Druid outcast. Though the nature of was different, it was also a permanent mark, one that he'd never be able to remove. Like her scars.
Renfri's eyes moved back up to his own, a smile creeping back to her lips as she felt that light kiss on her forehead. She sat up just a little, bringing her right hand to his chest and leaned in to kiss him. A little more forceful then the first kiss this morning, but nothing as passionate as last night. Then, she lay back down, breaking the kiss and laying her head back down on the pillow, letting her good arm lay across her stomach. "We all have scars. Some of us just can't hide them," she answered.
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Feb 21, 2021 13:18:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2021 13:18:16 GMT -7
Ri had a complicated life, he knew that. He also figured, it wasn't worth the breath in explaining it. Keeping most things to himself. But he felt comfortable with this woman. And after last night, there seemed to be little between them. True, he knew very little about her life, and she his. But there was a connection nonetheless.
As he felt some of the scars, she seemed unpassed, un-noticing. But then she opened her eyes. He knew the scars were magical in nature. Magic burning didn't go away. He knew that from experience. Her arm, fully scared reminded him of the burn that he had in his own arm, though his was a design branding him for life. They both had scars, and hard ships. He didn't need pity, and figured that she was the same. She had probably got plenty of it. It wasn't an easy thing to deal with. Though it was obvious that they were different, they shared something more, something that Ri never thought someone else would understand on his level. She smiled, and his lips turned up too. she moved and they once again kissed. They had had a number of different kisses over the last number of hours, some hungry, and insatiable, others soft and innocent. This one simply felt real.
"We all have scars. Some of us just can't hide them," He looked into her brown eyes, seeing the deepness in them. Pushing the bag further down the bed, he leaned over her and kissed her again, holding his weight up so that his body pressed against hers, but didn't crush it.
@renfri
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Feb 21, 2021 13:36:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2021 13:36:32 GMT -7
January 1, 2026 @cashel
Knowing their time was coming to an end was bitter, but it seemed Renfri wasn't the only one feeling that way. A normal one night stand would have gotten up from the bed already, gotten dressed, and left. They wouldn't have stuck around for these quiet moments. The silent exploration of each other's bodies and troubles. There was clearly a great many differences between them, but there was a thread that connected them. A silent understanding that she'd never felt. Sure, she knew other curse breakers that had been hurt. Ilija, for one. But her pain was different then his. Ri... Somehow his pain was similar to her own.
Ri moved, leaning over her and kissed her. Immediately Renfri pushed back into the kiss, her lips moving against his. Her hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer and deeper into the kiss. He'd have to go soon, she knew, but at least she could give him a damn good kiss to remember her by.
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Feb 21, 2021 13:47:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2021 13:47:08 GMT -7
This was different. Other times, once things were done, the two went separate ways. But with Renfri now, Ri didn't want to go, even though he was being called away. Leaning in for just one more kiss, wishing that they could have a thousand more "one more kisses." But he knew that he had to go. Feeling her push back, her their hand moving his head closer to hers. The moment of passion seemed to last forever. Wishing that it would never end, Ri eventually pulled back. Moving slowly away, as if not wanting to leave he gave her a smile.
But the time had come, he had to leave. Regrettably, the man moved off the bed and gathered up his clothing, one by one putting them back on. Finishing with his boots he returned to the bed for one more soft kiss. "Till we see each other again." In all honesty, he did do well with "goodbye" especially if he felt a connection. He and this woman seemed fated to meet. He was sure they would see each other again.
With the sweet farewell, he left. Putting on some dark sunglasses, he stopping by a shop for some high percentage absinthe before asperating near the ship, and boarding it with his dark sunglasses on. He reported to his post appearing as neutral and grumpy as he normally did this time of year.
@renfri [potential end]
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