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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 20, 2017 17:42:35 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Indeed, the privacy and plot of the entire ordeal had left him for the singular theatric moment; he pulled away whence she spoke and offered a devilish smile.
"Fiend! Well, then I suppose that makes you my fiend-ess? Succubus?" He jested, pulling away a bit more as he realized the intimacy in such a public locale, though, his momentary paranoia abated as he realized one rather key article of attire removed from him. He inclined his brow, and bowed his head, looking at her slyly.
"Surely; none will remember me without my cloak... And if they do: call me as you had just then. A fiend, a rogue stealing kisses from you." He swooned and shrugged, letting go of her at last, quickly bringing his hands together, as though to capture the warmth of Tilly still on his palms.
"I doubt anyone would think twice of it." He spake the rather vicious words with all the ease of remarking about the weather. He almost seemed content, as he shrugged; looking off to the Abbey.
He chuckled, at nothing particular but the prospect of an absolute disaster if he would bring Tilly with him on his escapade into the Undercroft.
"Ahah... No. I should be back shortly; if I'm not back by sundown..." He paused, raising a finger and looking to that setting sun and the long shadows. He 'Ahh'd, and bent at his waist, leaning towards her pointedly, wagging his finger.
"... Back by Midnight, come looking. Though, mind, the place is a right labyrinth: it may take me awhile to find my way out." He jested the severity, and sighed; looking at her, taking in her shape and detail in its entirety. How lucky he was, he knew, to finally have Tilly; and her to have him... It still felt like a dream to him, indeed, he looked to be rather dreamy now as he stared at her.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 20, 2017 18:19:48 GMT -8
Tod looked at Lance once again, "Possibly. My red friend stressed that the dinner was at sunset. It is not technically sun set in the sense of the word. I think he meant the serious definition."
He looked at the sun again, cracking his neck audibly, followed by a distressed 'Ah!' as he rubbed it, chuckling to himself.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jul 20, 2017 19:04:17 GMT -8
"But a gentleman is always on time." Lance pointed out.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 20, 2017 19:41:18 GMT -8
Tod looked at Lance once more, "I am a priest, not a gentleman."
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jul 20, 2017 20:43:44 GMT -8
"Anyone can be gentleman, and should always strive to be one." Lance says, speaking his most prim and proper.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 20, 2017 20:47:01 GMT -8
Tod raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps, maybe i'll head over there in small while."
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jul 20, 2017 20:49:45 GMT -8
"By all means do not let me hold you. I do not know how patient your friends are after all." Lance says.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 20, 2017 21:12:33 GMT -8
Tod sighed, "Well, I will go now, perhaps a gentleman is never late, maybe an exorcist is early."
He laughed, quickly walking down the stairs, making his way towards the tavern.
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Post by Outisakanobody on Jul 20, 2017 21:17:01 GMT -8
"Good day, Tod." Lance says with a wave. He then subtly grimaced as he figured now he back to his lonely, pointless existence.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 21, 2017 10:33:08 GMT -8
"'Course..."
Tilly gave him another look over, finally slipping her hands into her jacket pockets-- a long-awaited relief, after the wash at the river. They were finally dry.
Albeit, she neglected to make a response to his claim of 'fiend-ess'--and she, herself, would find such claims and acts to be much more than platonic, cloak-clad or otherwise-- out of fear of nosy onlookers than anything else. Her eyes shifted to the town square, eyeing the passersby, and back to him.
She rose a brow, shifting her weight to one leg as she looked to him,
"By midnight?" Tilly echoed skeptically, "Why, it shouldn't take you a quarter-day to make it to the abbey and back."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 21, 2017 10:43:25 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"By Midnight; Aye, it shouldn't... That's when I want you to worry." He explained with a chuckle and shrug, crossing his arms loosely about his waist and mirroring her shifted weight of legs. His eyes notably lingered and a rapacious lust was all but apparent as he awkwardly smoothed out his trousers.
"But! T'is the time between then and now that I want you to not worry. I may take a fair touch longer than most... I'm none too fantastic at navigating tight passages; least, ones not made of my love." His cheeky, catty smile widened and he hummed; pleased at his own lewdness, and hoping for her to share some amusement.
"I'll try to get back as soon as I can. I can already feel myself wasting away without you." He huffed, mournfully at the last as he looked to one of his hands; wriggling the dexerous digits before running a finger along one of the bones, clucking his tongue and quirking his head to one shoulder, shrugging.
"Fret not, fret not... I doubt I'll run into a fellow like Fenrik or the sort anytime soon. Worst that will happen is I get lost in the Undercroft." He huffed, pursing his lips in thought as he looked away, then back to Tilly with a toothy smile.
"You should know I'm not one to keep my dearest Tilly waiting and wanting..."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 21, 2017 11:03:19 GMT -8
Tilly's elbows flared out emphatically, and her coat scrunched up a ways, as if she was putting her spidery hands on her hips from the interior of her jacket pockets.
"I'll be thinking you've died if you haven't come back by midnight!" She broke a toothy smile at his own feline grin, chuckling. She drew a hand from her pocket at last and snaked it through her hair to work out the idle knots therein.
"I'll come looking for you if you've not returned in the hour."
The hand that combed her hair made to do the same to Lekalis' inky hair, working from the bottom briefly until it climbed up topwards-- but, truthfully, she simply enjoyed the feel of his hair.
"Just call me Achilles." She grinned at her own reference, taking a sidelong step in the tavern door's direction.
"Be safe."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 21, 2017 11:14:00 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"You're sounding more like his mother Thetis at this rate." He scoffed, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated too-smart manner, looking sidelong and unimpressed as she raked her fingers through his swiftly drying hair, though as her fingers slipped nigh out of the whorling locks; his hand came up and caught her hand with some over enthusiastic speed.
"See if we can't find the River Styx in the Cove, eh?" He winked and kissed her knuckles, holding them against his lips for a time, before letting it droop to his waist; running his thumb over her slick, snakey fingers.
He squinted at her skeptically, ruminating at first, before it became a critical leer.
"How would you feel if I told you... I was immortal?" He spake with dire intent, and some rather convincing seriousness overcame his face. Though a twitch at the corners of his mouth begat a little smile,
"...And vvanted to suck your blood?" he jested, chuckling as he let go of her hand, though in the slowest and lingersome way possible; it was almost impressive.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 21, 2017 11:53:55 GMT -8
Tilly smiled a full smile, with its row of white teeth and that chipped space flared, dreamily; she felt that she could almost melt as she swooned.
Clearly the best course of action was to tickle the spot under his chin as he kissed them, and so she did, until he released them at a crawl.
"I'd say it's all yours..." She murmured, gaze following the leading line of the amulet's lace downwards, just at that gold cap, and she let it rest there a moment before her eyes snapped up.
"If only you looked the part, ser vampire." She smiled again, sidestepping again, to the tavern, so that she was partways behind him. She eyed up up, planning her attack.
"...Go, hurry! Grab your cloak." She giggled, swatting his rear to send him on his way.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 21, 2017 12:05:10 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a scoff, he ran a hand through his hair at her declaration of his lack in Vampiric charm; impressing upon her his most dashing of gazes as he let her swindle about him, posing like a statue for her impression.
"Surely, t'is only by that most unholy of allures that I ensnared such an ange--" He started his flirt in a slow, coaxing voice before a sharp touch on his posterior made him yip, his hand and self flicking back and up in the air as he turned to face Tilly.
"Fiend!" He mimicked with that eversame zeal and dedication to theatrics, as he paused, regaining his dignity before swooping towards Tilly; making to pinch at her own bony derriere, though it was only one of a three pronged attack. His face flew with control and grace, just above her chest before sneaking up beside her long nose in an attempt to steal one last kiss, while his last hand went to grope and tease her palmable chest.
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