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how far can we flirt? - Graasvoel - 02-26-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
“Xow much time do you xaf?” A grin stole across his face as he winked at the gilded, beautiful and accented woman, “I have all the time in the world for you, my lovely Yael.” And a low, short chuckle shook his chest as he assumed she would find his flattering amusing, just as she had before, with the Giving Tree. His gaze only briefly left her elegantly golden features as she explained that the glass symbol was a letter of her alphabet, “And the long answer?” he pressed her, brows raised as his red hot eyes returned to hers expectantly. He wanted to know more; more about her history, more about her likes, her dislikes; more about how athletic her language made her tongue. A private, lopsided smile crossed his muzzle at the thought— But his attention returned to her as she was asking something of him: to place the chain over her head? “With pleasure,” he returned with a grin, his muzzle reaching out (perhaps inappropriately) close to her muzzle, lips and nostrils brushing as he took the chain out of her teeth and lifted his head to place the chain over her head. Unnecessarily, his lips tried to follow the glass chain as it slid down her slender, gilded neck. And, even more unnecessarily, he attempted to gently press the pendant so that it neatly seated at her breast. “You do my work absolute justice,” he nodded in affirmation, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he purposefully and closely surveyed the glass symbol shining at her chest. graasvoel @Yael Continuation from here RE: how far can we flirt? - Yael - 02-28-2017 yael “Oh, you flatter me,” she quickly retorts, and dips her head, as if to hide a blush on her face. It is teasing - she is amused by his antics and public flirting. What she hopes to say is that she knows his game, but decided the first time they met that she would play along. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Graasvoel RE: how far can we flirt? - Graasvoel - 03-26-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
“I speak only the truth,” his gruff voice issued with a wink in response to her accusations of flattery—he was partially in jest. But partially truthful, for anything he said that may get him into the gold lady’s good graces would be something the vulture truly meant. His starkly white ears remained perked among the massive tangle of his thick, multicolored forelock and mane as the gilded lady spoke—and it would be a lie to say that he was not occasionally distracted by the movement of her bright lips around the words she spoke instead of focusing on what she actually said; but, to the vulture’s credit, he did try, far harder than usual, to truly listen to each and every one of the syllables she spoke. He’s caught by her smile, hot gaze following her motions as she dips down to the glass piece he had created for her, “To do no xarm unless I must, to protect t’ose I love.” And his sharp gaze blinked at the notion—it reminiscent of his mother. His true mother, not the loveless and manipulate mate to his equally harsh father. A ripple passed through the bulky muscles of his neck as he broke his stare of her face and mouth, yellow and red irises studying the glint of light on glass. “Perhaps you can erase my ‘bad,’” the rough thought was said offhandedly, a fleeting notion that happened to encompass a much deeper, truer need in the great vulture—one that haphazardly came to the surface in the face of such selflessness in Yael. It was not something the Vulture was familiar with, everything around him in his formative years had been selfish, conniving, greedy. A low breath pushed out of his nostrils, before he returned his heated gaze (though it was muted slightly, now) back to hers the moment she indicates that he will be a fine Glazier. His heavy head tilted slightly, dark beard swaying with the motion, “You think so?” There is a rawness in the question of his deep husk—so at odds with the playfulness of his earlier words. His own ears twitch as he hears his own words, and so quickly follows them with a blithe, “My skills are not limited just to crafting,” but the mischievous grin that accompanied it wasn’t quite the same as before. He shifted on thick, feathered limbs as the golden pegasus asked after himself—he had avoided speaking of his past thus far in Helovia. Only Myrrine, the hurting, specked pegasus, had come close to his own ‘ghosts,’ as Yael called them. His hot gaze blazed once as he blinked at her, studying closely the ancient, warm brown eyes and the golden angles of her face. “As I’ve told you, I come from Dorobo. The Korofi race, specifically—they’re fierce and proud, and violent enough to survive the harsh plateaus. What’s more is they’re glad to live there, in hul ballingskap,” he shook his head slightly, in disbelief at his people as he slipped into the Korofi tongue, before continuing, “But Korofi remember their history and lore as it suits them. I prefer a less…austere lifestyle than the plateaus provide—much to my family’s dismay,” he grinned ruefully, though an entirely unapologetic and wicked gleam in his eye accompanied his words, “And so I left, wandering for a happier, less bleak place to settle.” He trailed into silence, then, mind tumbling over all the parts of his story—of his family— that he had omitted. His thick, knotted tail swayed aimlessly around his hocks, masking his discomfort, before he said, “Your turn, lovely Yael.” hul ballingskap = their exile graasvoel @Yael RE: how far can we flirt? - Yael - 03-28-2017 yael The reason Yael reminds him of his mother miiiight be because she is likely as old – if not older – than whomever lovingly carried his feathered, hulkingly large body in their womb. It is truly a labor of love that stallions cannot quite understand, the process of carrying and delivering foals – especially when their dams are rather small, and their sires are… gargantuan. She cannot possibly know what size Gaal’s mother’s uterus was, but if one were to ask the petite mare to speak from experience, she would be able to provide a wealth of information about the aches and pains and litteral waddling that goes on. Women dive headlong into this battle every day and still, somehow – somewhere – they are considered the weaker sex. It is one thing Yael will never understand. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Graasvoel I'm sorry she's so dramatic XD |