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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 17:52:55 GMT -8
"Heavens..."
Tilly's eyes widened in sympathetic pain as she felt along the upside of her suddenly dangerously-prominent nose and found herself grateful, at least, that she was much more agile on her feet than the so-said Vesel.
Mostly, at least; and she reckoned that the floor didn't care too much whether she wore boots on it or went barefoot so much as it did having holes driven into it.
"What'd you do after that happened?" She leaned forward on her palm as she listened...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 17:55:28 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Oh, I think I got Artem, to work the stables then... He was much smarter, more lean. Walked barefoot... Part of his religion, I think." He nodded with a hum as he popped off her boot at last and recoiled at the scent, immediately making to stand up and save face.
He turned and tended to the basket,
"I do not have anything to cook with, for now, but perhaps some bread ooor an apple for tonight?" He offered both in either hand as he turned to face her.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 18:00:31 GMT -8
Tilly rose a blonde brow and asked curiously, "What sort of religion makes people run around without shoes?"
It seemed to be a silly thing; shoes were good for a reason, and it was especially important so that they wouldn't fall right off during the winter.
Personally, she liked to keep her boots around as long as she was able.
Still, her attentions were elsewhere, as she waggled her toes happily and seemed unaware of Lekalis's repulsion from her feet,
"Toss me an apple, please, if you would." She requested, sing-song, as she held up both hands like mits to ready herself to catch the fruit.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 18:02:34 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"It was something to do with... The Sky, and Thunder; by being grounded on the Earth, his Thunder God would not spite him out of malice or vengeance on petty sins." He tried to recollect with a single strained brow, that relaxed as he shrugged and tossed her the Apple.
"Why? You do not seem the type to meddle with gods or the like."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 18:06:47 GMT -8
Tilly shrugged as she caught the apple deftly in two hands,
"Seems silly to be that a big ol' god Thunder God would care if folks wear shoes or not." She remarked, perhaps a touch insensitively... though she genuinely couldn't understand such a thing; it seemed more spiteful than anything.
She bit into the apple and chewed, in thought, and then spoke (careful to politely finish eating before doing so):
"Reminds me of... Taas; she mentioned something about Thunder Gods and the like..."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 18:14:03 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"O-oh... I see." He murmured awkwardly at the mention of Taas, he looked at the Bread in his hands and tossed it from one hand to the other,
"You should tell me of... What you two talked about sometime. Maybe when I am not so tired?" He chuckled at the hopeless misdirection with a shrug,
"And drunk." He admitted as he set the bread down into the basket and made his way back over to Tilly, making to crawl into bed with her yet again. Happily, now that she was un-booted.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 18:19:14 GMT -8
"Hmmm... maybe; but you're rather precious when you're all befuddled." Tilly smiled and leaned back contentedly, laying more on her elbow as she chewed at the apple.
She watched him sweetly, and then sighed theatrically,
"I'll tell you 'bout it more, tomorrow, I suppose."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 12, 2018 18:22:08 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Ugh, what succubus you are to torment me." He winced as she crunched the apple flesh between her teeth, offering a playful smile to her as he nudged her ribs with his elbow. Letting a fuzzy sleepiness finally get past what vestiges of resistance he still held as he cozied up beside Tilly; wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her close against the Dark.
He'd need to get candles soon.
"On the morrow then."
[Timeskip to morning?]
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 12, 2018 21:04:10 GMT -8
Tilly sighed and snuggled in close to Lekalis, happy-- except for the brief dilemma of the apple core, which she, perhaps snobbishly, refused to eat.
She lay there, becoming more severely comfortable by the second, before deciding to set it aside and tend to it in the morning. So she stretched a noodly arm across Lekalis and gave it a light toss to the corner of the room.
Settling back in, she unhatted herself for practicality's sake and sat it beside her head.
"Good-night." She mumbled as she laid her forehead against his, and then added, "--love you."
The wine-scent was almost overpowering, to her, but, either daringly or foolishly, she intended to fall asleep before it had the chance to make her ill.
So she made to sleep.
[Let's do it!]
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 13, 2018 5:56:37 GMT -8
[Heyo! Timeskip to the next Morning]
Night came and went like a gentle breeze in the spring, with the moon's bluish light filtered by the Darkest Estate's tenebris veil; The Dawn slowly snuck up across the distant horizon and filtered through the cracks in the well built shack.
Dust and low fog gave weight to the Light, a tangibility that made it all the more mortal in this realm.
But, within the shack, it was waking warmth; a reminder that the long, dark slumber was yet to come.
/Lekalis/
With a small stirring, Lekalis slowly found himself opening his eyes to the few rays of light that penetrated into the small dimensions of a shack he called home. His shoulders were sore from the uneven bed, and his extension out over Tilly's own shoulders, but he became slowly aware to the warm happiness in his gut.
For once, the trials of the Day didn't haunt his dreams. His mind, while a bit muddy from too much wine, was clear enough to appreciate the day and find some measure of optimism in the warmth he shared with Tilly.
Admittedly, he found himself just clear enough to criticize their choice of attire. 'Their' being more a kindly pretense in his mind for 'Tilly', so she might not shoulder all the blame for wearing her damnably scalesome second skin of hidden gold and daggers scored a few more sore spots on his chest. If not bruises.
With a sigh, and a small groan he made to slip his arm slowly out from behind Tilly to prop himself up, yawning through his nostrils as he wiped away some sleep from his eyes...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 13, 2018 7:38:51 GMT -8
Tilly was dead asleep and ignorant to the bruisesome plight of Lekalis and her jacket.
She was entirely still, save for the fluttering of her eyelashes and the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed slow.
One arm had been draped over the shoulder of her Betrothed, but slumped down as he began to sit up. The other arm was curled up against herself, as though she intended to fold them up against her chest if she were not asleep on her side.
She stirred some as Lekalis moved, but seemed not wholly ready to wake at that moment.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 13, 2018 11:55:13 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord's hand trailed up and across Tilly's cheek as he made to rise fully, watching the subtleties of the Rogue's slumber. From her spread hair, a starbust of light that seemed to glow ever brighter the more the Light touched it, to the eyes which never ceased to look happy. Or her nose profound as it is, making her look ever more fantastical, like ears to an elfling; her lips too, of course, drawing small breaths that swelled her slender neck, then flushed them once again.
His hand delicately traced over these features, resting the back of his digits against her neck, feeling her pulse for a moment; he caught his breath and struggled to hold back a smile.
This dream felt all so real. He knew it to be reality yet it all felt like a hazy dream; perhaps it was the wine from last night, but he'd never known its effects to catch his breath and befuddle him to the point of clumsiness. He loved her so truly... Yet fear slowly grew in the back of his mind, a pale, cold hand that chilled his spine.
It felt to be a dream for it was ephemeral; The Darkest Estate and all its terrors waited just beyond the door, even in The Light it brewed and slavered like a mad hound.
He rose more, now, to the foot of the bed so he might ease himself off of it without disrupting Tilly.
With a keen stoicism, he rubbed what remained of the sleep in his eyes away as he made to pull out a carrot, mutton piece, and bread; all of which he set upon the table, making to break each into small pieces dutifully...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 13, 2018 14:22:25 GMT -8
Only the slight shiftings of Tilly from where she lay signaled that she had begun to wake. Until, of course, she reached for her hat, which had been scrunched against the wall, and donned it over her blonde head.
Her sleep was pleasant. She could not recall any dreams, good or otherwise. That alone was a blessing.
It was one of the best starts to a morning she could imagine, save for the slight nausea in her throat at the sight of foodstuffs being prepared. Even then, though, it was merciful compared to recently...
She still felt like she could sleep for ages.
Tilly folded her arms under her head as she sleepily watched Lekalis.
"G'morning." She said again, double-checking to confirm that it was actually morning this time.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 13, 2018 15:22:49 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Morning Love... I didn't mean to wake you." He spoke softly, kindly... For as much her ears as his as he stared at the assembled foodstuffs and hummed.
"Sleep well?" He asked, glancing over to her for a moment before he carefully scooted the basket to the far end of the table, so she might have some room to eat.
Lekalis stood patiently at the chair posthaste, and scooted it out a smidge before shuffling over to his satchel to rummage about for the lavender oil...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 13, 2018 16:58:38 GMT -8
The distance from the bed to the table seemed infinitely long to Tilly, who was content to laze sleepily on the bed.
It was unusual for her, Tilly realized. In that moment it was as though she were trying to muster up some of her former restlessness before deciding that she was much too tired-- though, the morning was late enough to warrant one to stay awake.
"Well enough." Tilly shrugged easily, as though indifferent, if not for her smile. "You?"
She sat up on an elbow, again, and righted her hat on her head with another yawn.
"We haven't got any cookware, do we?"
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