[ Happy holidays, G'raha Tia! On Christmas morning, G'raha will find a wooden box waiting on the doorstep to his treehouse. The box is made of pine and is tied neatly with a linen ribbon and sprig of holly. When G'raha opens the box, he will find a letter placed on top of a gift.
Written in Zelda's picturesque cursive handwriting, the letter reads as follows: ]
Dearest G'raha Tia,
Warm tidings to you during this holy season.
It is customary in my kingdom to present gifts to one's friends and family in honor of our patron goddess. As She blessed us with gifts of light and love, even in the darkest days, so too do we share our blessings with our loved ones.
As we celebrate this season away from our families and homelands, that is all the more reason to treasure the friendships we forge in Songerein. I hope you will accept this gift.
May the Goddess smile upon you, Zelda
[ Inside the box are two pairs of hair ornaments, one set with pink opals and turquoise, the other set with black copper shell. It's nice to finally meet someone else who appreciates attractive hair accessories. ]
[Gods, did anybody? But if he thought she hadn't noticed the occasional lingering eye, he had another thing coming. She'd more than obviously had the same, from that tremendously personal dream and further thoughts since.
But he hadn't pulled away, made some excuse. Instead he kissed her and her tail fell limp as she sank against him, her hold on him tightened as every tense and confused thought and feeling in her all but burst into an Okay. We Are Doing This.
Her gaze had softened as he parted from her. She'd forgotten the age-old insistence that a gentleman leads, a gentleman knows what to do, but as she stepped away and took his hands, she guided him back and around this corner. They'd need a little privacy, and she drew the line at voyeurism.]
And I love you, Raha. Just think with your heart rather than your mind, and you'll do just fine.
You've always been a quick study, haven't you...?
[He was picking up cooking like a fiend, and had even taken up music after going for so long without. As she spoke, the limbals of her eyes softly gleamed, weaving a little extra something, a simple command to the roses: No Peeking. The garden shifted around them, vines and greenery sprouting anew in a slow circle as her hands moved to her top and worked each button undone...]
[Allowing her to pull him along, he hadn't even taken in their locale in consideration until now. Right here? Gods, he did not think that far forward, so he appreciates whatever privacy could be afforded to them. There was a part of him that figured it would be better to wait until they were in either one of their homes to guarantee privacy, but considering how heated they were feeling right now, that didn't seem likely.
A quick study... He hoped that to be true here as well, but thinking with his heart was something he could do. It's something he did quite often with her, even if they were much more tame compared to this.]
R-right. Of course.
[He knew what he was going into, but he still couldn't help those nerves. Right... Undressing. He shed his scarf and jacket. Undoing his bracers, he threw them on top of where his other stuff was.]
[The poor thing was so nervous. She shrugged off the shirt and pitched it aside before she stepped in. Even for gardening, she couldn't pass the opportunity to wear some lacy little underthing of her own make, and she was doubly glad she didn't go lax in the decision.
But oh, had she the ability to see exactly what improper thoughts flew to mind for him. Color her curious, but how fun would it be to do exactly as her dream self had in his mind and really throw him for a loop...?
As for her, well, as she turned her attention to his neck with a kiss or three, her hands slipped beneath his shirt and trailed up his stomach. She wanted to see just how accurate her own fantasies were to the real thing, fingertips tracing along his chest as her wrists gathered up shirt material.]
Why don't I unwrap you...?
[Her voice was playful smoke as she helped ease this heavy old thing off of him. It was a beautiful spring day... why not get some sunshine on his skin?]
[Goodness, even for gardening, she would wear such fancy small clothes. He had the feeling that his cheeks would remain flushed for the duration of the time, so he tried to pay it no mind as he examined the lace. It was okay to admire how well it suited her in this instance, and he still felt like maybe he shouldn't be so uncouth. It's fine. Clearly. It had also been the first time he'd seen an Auri's scales that hadn't been simply visible in normal common day outfits.
He craned his neck to the side in response, noting the feel of her hands along his stomach. Despite having just been foraging, her hands were soft and felt great along his skin.]
I shall leave you the honors.
[Making it easier for her, he cooperated as the shirt was lifted off of him. He traced his fingertips along her hips, feeling the scales to see how they were like gently.]
Lace? Aren't I lucky?
[Pressing a quick kiss to her lips and parted with a somewhat cheeky smile.]
[Don't mind if she does. What a blast of nostalgia to see the shoulder tattoo... how long had it been since she'd seen that?
The scales were surprisingly soft, a serpentine smoothness and gloss. It was a matter of pride for any auri to maintain the splendor of their scales, a sign of their health (from the scant glances two could afford to share when locked in combat, at the very least).
Her stomach blissfully backflipped with his remark, but she was after him when he parted, helped herself to another kiss that lingered. Upon breaking away, she moved for the discarded clothing and laid out the jacket before settling upon it. She crooked a finger at him.]
My own design. The lace took hours, but you won't see the fine details unless you get a little closer...
...Would you like to see if I match? Double your luck, perhaps?
[Her tail couldn't help itself: It ran up one of his thighs as soon as he moved within reach.]
[It had been some time since he'd last shown it. It was never intentional to hide it, though. And well kept they were. His hands rested on them as he sunk into her kiss. He almost didn't want to part, but there were other enjoyments yet to experience.]
Your own design, you say? Well, now that you say that, I simply must examine it further.
[His ears perked upon feeling her tail run up his thigh, joining her swiftly enough. His hands wandered down her body before reaching her waist, working to undo her bottoms.]
[He absolutely must. Yet as he joined her, she was distracted momentarily by wandering hands running over her body, and was reminded that she hadn't had a touch like that in... too long, Halcyon days indeed. He had a shy touch, as if she were made of porcelain, and she liked it. She shut her unfocused eyes and savored it, propping herself up an inch by her hands to aid him in removing the simple bottoms she'd chosen for their breeziness in a lazy foraging day.
As that fabric eased away, revealing long legs that made up most of her petite height, G'raha's luck did indeed double: Her smallclothes were a matching pair of a lacy, basic black. Did she own anything more modest? She wasn't telling. Why shatter the mystique?
But she repaid him in kind, renewing her promise to unwrap him. But as one hand worked his pants undone and eased them down, the other was gathering up and running that long red tail between her fingers. She had no words left for the moment, simply taking the sight of him in. When she could take it no longer her lips found his chest and trailed, planting a few hungry kisses against fair skin... and was more than a little pleased to add a few stray lipstick marks down to his navel to join the ones upon his neck. Some he could hide once they left, but some he'd have to work a little harder with his scarf, huh...?
What a shame if someone spotted them.]
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[She may as well have been to him. She was too precious to him, though he had no doubt she was hardly that fragile. It didn't take away from the adoration he felt for her. It was a mystery he would have to uncover in time, indeed. With the bottoms off, he tossed them off to the side to admire the matching smallclothes. Hand resting on her upper thigh for a moment, feeling the fabric of the lace, he adjusted himself to help kick the pants off.
He let out a small gasp as she stroked his tail. It was an unusual feeling when no one had really thought to so typically. Sensitive like his ears, though a bit more sensual. He felt breathless as she trailed her kisses up. Hiding such marks was the furthest thing on his mind right now, he was more concerned with the now. He could deal with the second-hand embarrassment and teasing he might get had they been noticed by others at a later point in time.]
As luck would have it, there just so happens to be one nearby.
[With that, he won't waste any time scooping her up in his arms to "carry her over the threshold" as it were. A short jaunt and they were already there as he set her down, pressing a much deeper kiss on her lips. As fun as the other locales were, he was grateful to have something actually comfortable to shower her with love on.]
[He was definitely growing bolder. She was swept up in it, carried to bed, and opened to that kiss with a grateful moan the moment her backside hit sheets. It opened a floodgate she'd kept shut back in the cage, focused solely on generating dreamotion energy to ensure their escape. But now, she was just damned hungry.
Madhuri tugged the ties on her corset loose for ease of access, and freed her hands to slide beneath G'raha's shirt. A kiss broken became the start of another, just as deep and sweet, perhaps stoked by that strange adventure of today. Why not celebrate freedom in a unique way...?
While her touch was explorative, fingers running over smooth lines and running down, they were yet more tender than usual; how dare those owls be so rough with him?]
[That was one sound that he had not expected to find deep pleasure in hearing from her, but it was good to know he had been getting better. What was intended to be a sweet gesture had become something much more while in the cage. Though he would much rather be away from wandering eyes in moments like this, he had admittedly given into his more greedy side. Now that they were in the privacy of his home... No. Their home at this point, he felt much more at ease as he gave in to his desires.
He first helped her remove the corset, slender fingers undoing the remainder of the laces, not at all breaking free from her kiss. Taking a moment to separate, he'd worked to take his shirt off. Throwing the scarf, vest, and top aside haphazardly. His body yearned for her touch, having long forgotten the wounds the talons had left behind. He did, however, keep her own wounds in mind. Fingers gently caress the injured areas.
With a soft gaze of concern, he glanced through his long lashes, taking a moment in between kisses to once again voice his concerns.]
Are you sure you're okay? I'm sorry I got you wrapped into my scheme.
[This time a more tender kiss on her forehead. His thirst could be answered after he got this much out of the way.]
[She sat back a little and enjoyed the show. What an eager boy... touching him with nothing impeding her way was much better, though, a lingering run of painted nails down his front full of an intent to draw focus away; from her own predicament, perhaps? She may have some bruising from the owls' grip, but she'd taken far, far worse.]
Your scheme was for the betterment of us all. If ever there was anything I could do to help you, I'll take the opportunity.
But, gods... I never knew a spot of troublemaking was such an aphrodisiac for you! I'll make a note of this when next you sneak your way into Noumenon...
[Oh, imagine the looks over the Forum's faces with that sort of crime. As she spoke she drew down the zipper at the back of her dress. She caught and eased it all down, ornate cotton and light leather pulling away from deep skin and patches of soft black scales.]
...Or maybe just atop any old desk at the Annex, if you've had your fill of trespassing and want a private study session instead, dear Raha~
[As her superior, he could teach her a thing or two, right? She pulled him down with her to the sheets to press together, skin to skin as it was her turn, running a line of kisses along his neck. Her fingers were lost in his hair, stroking the base of an ear. Perhaps she was a hypocrite on the whole 'troublemaking = aphrodisiac' thing.]
[Her touch was warm against his skin. Who knew he'd want it so badly after such an occasion? But who was he to question it, so he put no further thought on that and instead focused in the now.]
Not if that includes you getting injured on my behalf.
[Yes, he is still quite firm about that. He hadn't taken much notice to any creeping shyness just yet. Well, not until she brought that up. Was it an aphrodisiac for him? Well, he was figuring what he wanted and liked out of intimate moments like these. Mayhap it was? He couldn't really say so for sure.
There was a slight shiver as she stroked the base of his ear. Arms around her as if it was possible to pull her closer. He met her lips for a hungry kiss.]
I would be happy to receive a private lesson from you... Or mayhap even give one. There's plenty that we can teach one another.
[He returned the favor of stringing his own flutter of kisses down her neck, down to her collar bone.]
Although, I doubt Krile would appreciate the display in the workplace.
[It wasn't hard to pick up on some of her weak spots: Even slight touches to the neck on accident seemed to send her into little shivers in passing. Warm, soft lips just so had her head canting away and her teeth seizing her bottom lip. Beneath him, her breaths had become a little uneven.]
Mm- N-no, I'm sure she wouldn't. I was thinking a 'do not disturb- studying' sign for one...
[She went ahead and kicked off her shoes, reached down to work down her undergarments. Her stockings could definitely stay on, hems hugging snug against her thighs. Her tail traced up one of his.]
But do tell me more about these lessons of yours. What do you wish to teach me...?
[Perhaps he needed to think fast, as her hands worked their way lower, sneaking just under his belt line. But the way she quietly giggled, meeting his hunger with her own in kisses that slowly deepened and lingered like she'd been dying to do so all day (well, gosh, she was), said that maybe he had at least a little time...]
[Committing those spots to memory for sure. His bracers came off quickly enough soon after kicking off his own boots, not bothering to remove his necklaces. They were admittedly lessons he had not wholly thought out in the process, but mayhap he could think of something.]
I wonder how many would actually respect such a sign though.
[To be fair, it would be at their own risk at that point. With her hands wandering down, he'll gladly take any assistance in disrobing. Not that he needed the help, but why ruin the fun of doing all of it himself? He did work some of it off, pausing to really come up with some sort of answer.]
I have much and more I could share. Though it depends on how exciting you might find some of it.
[Though Allagan history was intriguing to him, it didn't mean everyone would find it exciting enough to listen to. Besides, who said the lessons had to be purely from an educational stance? Matching in passion, he sunk deeper into the kiss, feeling her out. Whatever was left of his clothing was soon kicked off onto the floor, leaving him in his smallclothes. And with that out of the way, he broke away from her lips to finish trailing his kisses down. Giving her body the touch and attention she deserved.]
[ On Christmas morning, G'raha will find a neatly wrapped gift waiting for him on his doorstep. A letter is attached, written in Zelda's pristine cursive handwriting. ]
Dearest Sir G'raha,
Glad tidings to you on this holiday and belated congratulations on your betrothal. I am overjoyed on behalf of you and your intended!
I feel so very blessed to greet another Goddess Day with you as my dear friend. Please accept this gift from me and know it is not given in jest. The Knights of Hyrule are shining beacons of justice and gallantry in my kingdom and their ladies speak highly of them. I hope there will be useful advice here to help you navigate the journey to matrimony.
May the Goddess smile upon you, Zelda, Princess of Hyrule
[ Inside the box is a simple, handmade book with a plain leather cover. There is no title on the cover, but it can be found on the first page inside the book: A Code of Conduct and Chivalry for the Hyrulean Knight. It looks like a copy of the same code of conduct given to any high-ranking Hyrulean soldier, but fortunately for G'raha, it is written in common Eorzean script. (Zelda was very specific about that when she was at the Wishing Well.) The book is broken up into three parts, each relating to one of the central tenants of chivalry: faith, war, and love. It's not entirely a joke giftβZelda thinks the section on love might be useful to her newly-engaged friend. ]
We're throwing a SURPRISE birthday log for Tifa, but it's also a surprise for Sheila, too. So please don't say anything!!
To pull this off, we would like everyone to pre-write any birthday messages and gifts for Tifa. Once the log is up, we need everyone who is able to quickly leave their comments in the designated thread. If you can't make the window, that's okay!! You can still comment later. Just the more we have at the start, the better.
The log will be posted sometime around midnight, Saturday April 29 CST (when Sheila is asleep) and we'll have until around noon (12 hours) to try and get as many comments in as possible. We might have a few more hours depending on when Sheila is online, but let's try and aim for noon! If she doesn't see it herself, Laena will be sending Sheila the link no later than 3PM central that Saturday.
We'll send PMs via plurk and Discord with a link to the thread when it's up!
If you'd like your character to do something special for Tifa FEEL FREE! We're going to keep the log simple and it will have an open bar toplevel for general mingling, but you will be able to make additional toplevels on the log if you want to.
If you have any questions or want to let us know what your character will help with, contact Laena.
I apologize if this message comes as a bit of a surprise, but considering the most recent happenings concerning the matter of stolen goods, I felt it unwise to not at least inquiry about your wellbeing.
Seeing as you are a close friend with Estinien, I wish to quell his concerns just as much as my own.
[Something that G'raha learned early on during his stay here himself.]
I have, thankfully, not had anything of significant import stolen from me, but I appreciate the concern all the same.
[Or rather, he somehow managed to get them back before they were taken.]
Though I must confess that I have been meaning to speak with you when there is no pressing matter at hand. Mayhap I could treat you to tea or coffee?
[He's very interested in you and Ishgard, after all. Maybe all that time he governed over the Crystarium influenced him? Along with all the stories he had read during his time there.]
[G'raha didn't mind either way, but he was hoping to get to know Aymeric better as a friend.]
I pray you have not had the inconvenience of these small thieves yourself. We could meet up at Dreambucks. Or if you prefer, you are more than welcome to come to my home. It should be easy to access. There's a revenyte outside for quick access.
[While he was making the revenyte system, it was easier to have one close by.]
I have thankfully been absence in their sights for the time being, yet much of my energy has been spent in preserving those who have not.
Either would suit our needs just fine, though it would be remiss of me to overlook an invitation to your estateβ a suggestion I find most surprising yet welcoming all the same. If that is where you would like to meet, I would be happy to oblige.
Then I shall start preparing the tea. You can find it here.
[He'll send the address and the revenyte to take if he chooses to use it. Once Aymeric arrived with a polite knock on his door, he got the door as Unei rushed past him to circle the new visitor.]
Ah, my apologies. Unei is a curious fellow. Please, come inside.
[Stepping off to the side to let him in, the carbuncle followed along with him.]
Thank you for your kindness. I shall be there momentarily.
[ And momentarily he does. He chooses to take the route by which G'raha had set out and in no time at all the Elezen is knocking at his door.
However, look of surprise is far more visible now as the Lord Commander turns to greet the man, only to spot Unei first. ]
A carbuncle...? I did not know such a creature existed on this star. [ With a nod he steps in with a smile, his gaze following Unei as they scamper around him. ]
I must thank you again for the sudden invitation. 'Tis good to see you.
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Mail delivery
Written in Zelda's picturesque cursive handwriting, the letter reads as follows: ][ Inside the box are two pairs of hair ornaments, one set with pink opals and turquoise, the other set with black copper shell. It's nice to finally meet someone else who appreciates attractive hair accessories. ]
Something New [Action, NSFW]
[Gods, did anybody? But if he thought she hadn't noticed the occasional lingering eye, he had another thing coming. She'd more than obviously had the same, from that tremendously personal dream and further thoughts since.
But he hadn't pulled away, made some excuse. Instead he kissed her and her tail fell limp as she sank against him, her hold on him tightened as every tense and confused thought and feeling in her all but burst into an Okay. We Are Doing This.
Her gaze had softened as he parted from her. She'd forgotten the age-old insistence that a gentleman leads, a gentleman knows what to do, but as she stepped away and took his hands, she guided him back and around this corner. They'd need a little privacy, and she drew the line at voyeurism.]
And I love you, Raha. Just think with your heart rather than your mind, and you'll do just fine.
You've always been a quick study, haven't you...?
[He was picking up cooking like a fiend, and had even taken up music after going for so long without. As she spoke, the limbals of her eyes softly gleamed, weaving a little extra something, a simple command to the roses: No Peeking. The garden shifted around them, vines and greenery sprouting anew in a slow circle as her hands moved to her top and worked each button undone...]
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A quick study... He hoped that to be true here as well, but thinking with his heart was something he could do. It's something he did quite often with her, even if they were much more tame compared to this.]
R-right. Of course.
[He knew what he was going into, but he still couldn't help those nerves. Right... Undressing. He shed his scarf and jacket. Undoing his bracers, he threw them on top of where his other stuff was.]
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But oh, had she the ability to see exactly what improper thoughts flew to mind for him. Color her curious, but how fun would it be to do exactly as her dream self had in his mind and really throw him for a loop...?
As for her, well, as she turned her attention to his neck with a kiss or three, her hands slipped beneath his shirt and trailed up his stomach. She wanted to see just how accurate her own fantasies were to the real thing, fingertips tracing along his chest as her wrists gathered up shirt material.]
Why don't I unwrap you...?
[Her voice was playful smoke as she helped ease this heavy old thing off of him. It was a beautiful spring day... why not get some sunshine on his skin?]
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He craned his neck to the side in response, noting the feel of her hands along his stomach. Despite having just been foraging, her hands were soft and felt great along his skin.]
I shall leave you the honors.
[Making it easier for her, he cooperated as the shirt was lifted off of him. He traced his fingertips along her hips, feeling the scales to see how they were like gently.]
Lace? Aren't I lucky?
[Pressing a quick kiss to her lips and parted with a somewhat cheeky smile.]
It suits you.
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The scales were surprisingly soft, a serpentine smoothness and gloss. It was a matter of pride for any auri to maintain the splendor of their scales, a sign of their health (from the scant glances two could afford to share when locked in combat, at the very least).
Her stomach blissfully backflipped with his remark, but she was after him when he parted, helped herself to another kiss that lingered. Upon breaking away, she moved for the discarded clothing and laid out the jacket before settling upon it. She crooked a finger at him.]
My own design. The lace took hours, but you won't see the fine details unless you get a little closer...
...Would you like to see if I match? Double your luck, perhaps?
[Her tail couldn't help itself: It ran up one of his thighs as soon as he moved within reach.]
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Your own design, you say? Well, now that you say that, I simply must examine it further.
[His ears perked upon feeling her tail run up his thigh, joining her swiftly enough. His hands wandered down her body before reaching her waist, working to undo her bottoms.]
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As that fabric eased away, revealing long legs that made up most of her petite height, G'raha's luck did indeed double: Her smallclothes were a matching pair of a lacy, basic black. Did she own anything more modest? She wasn't telling. Why shatter the mystique?
But she repaid him in kind, renewing her promise to unwrap him. But as one hand worked his pants undone and eased them down, the other was gathering up and running that long red tail between her fingers. She had no words left for the moment, simply taking the sight of him in. When she could take it no longer her lips found his chest and trailed, planting a few hungry kisses against fair skin... and was more than a little pleased to add a few stray lipstick marks down to his navel to join the ones upon his neck. Some he could hide once they left, but some he'd have to work a little harder with his scarf, huh...?
What a shame if someone spotted them.]
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He let out a small gasp as she stroked his tail. It was an unusual feeling when no one had really thought to so typically. Sensitive like his ears, though a bit more sensual. He felt breathless as she trailed her kisses up. Hiding such marks was the furthest thing on his mind right now, he was more concerned with the now. He could deal with the second-hand embarrassment and teasing he might get had they been noticed by others at a later point in time.]
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Something about knowledge [NSFW]
As luck would have it, there just so happens to be one nearby.
[With that, he won't waste any time scooping her up in his arms to "carry her over the threshold" as it were. A short jaunt and they were already there as he set her down, pressing a much deeper kiss on her lips. As fun as the other locales were, he was grateful to have something actually comfortable to shower her with love on.]
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Madhuri tugged the ties on her corset loose for ease of access, and freed her hands to slide beneath G'raha's shirt. A kiss broken became the start of another, just as deep and sweet, perhaps stoked by that strange adventure of today. Why not celebrate freedom in a unique way...?
While her touch was explorative, fingers running over smooth lines and running down, they were yet more tender than usual; how dare those owls be so rough with him?]
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He first helped her remove the corset, slender fingers undoing the remainder of the laces, not at all breaking free from her kiss. Taking a moment to separate, he'd worked to take his shirt off. Throwing the scarf, vest, and top aside haphazardly. His body yearned for her touch, having long forgotten the wounds the talons had left behind. He did, however, keep her own wounds in mind. Fingers gently caress the injured areas.
With a soft gaze of concern, he glanced through his long lashes, taking a moment in between kisses to once again voice his concerns.]
Are you sure you're okay? I'm sorry I got you wrapped into my scheme.
[This time a more tender kiss on her forehead. His thirst could be answered after he got this much out of the way.]
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Your scheme was for the betterment of us all. If ever there was anything I could do to help you, I'll take the opportunity.
But, gods... I never knew a spot of troublemaking was such an aphrodisiac for you! I'll make a note of this when next you sneak your way into Noumenon...
[Oh, imagine the looks over the Forum's faces with that sort of crime. As she spoke she drew down the zipper at the back of her dress. She caught and eased it all down, ornate cotton and light leather pulling away from deep skin and patches of soft black scales.]
...Or maybe just atop any old desk at the Annex, if you've had your fill of trespassing and want a private study session instead, dear Raha~
[As her superior, he could teach her a thing or two, right? She pulled him down with her to the sheets to press together, skin to skin as it was her turn, running a line of kisses along his neck. Her fingers were lost in his hair, stroking the base of an ear. Perhaps she was a hypocrite on the whole 'troublemaking = aphrodisiac' thing.]
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Not if that includes you getting injured on my behalf.
[Yes, he is still quite firm about that. He hadn't taken much notice to any creeping shyness just yet. Well, not until she brought that up. Was it an aphrodisiac for him? Well, he was figuring what he wanted and liked out of intimate moments like these. Mayhap it was? He couldn't really say so for sure.
There was a slight shiver as she stroked the base of his ear. Arms around her as if it was possible to pull her closer. He met her lips for a hungry kiss.]
I would be happy to receive a private lesson from you... Or mayhap even give one. There's plenty that we can teach one another.
[He returned the favor of stringing his own flutter of kisses down her neck, down to her collar bone.]
Although, I doubt Krile would appreciate the display in the workplace.
[Of course with a mischievous grin.]
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Mm- N-no, I'm sure she wouldn't. I was thinking a 'do not disturb- studying' sign for one...
[She went ahead and kicked off her shoes, reached down to work down her undergarments. Her stockings could definitely stay on, hems hugging snug against her thighs. Her tail traced up one of his.]
But do tell me more about these lessons of yours. What do you wish to teach me...?
[Perhaps he needed to think fast, as her hands worked their way lower, sneaking just under his belt line. But the way she quietly giggled, meeting his hunger with her own in kisses that slowly deepened and lingered like she'd been dying to do so all day (well, gosh, she was), said that maybe he had at least a little time...]
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I wonder how many would actually respect such a sign though.
[To be fair, it would be at their own risk at that point. With her hands wandering down, he'll gladly take any assistance in disrobing. Not that he needed the help, but why ruin the fun of doing all of it himself? He did work some of it off, pausing to really come up with some sort of answer.]
I have much and more I could share. Though it depends on how exciting you might find some of it.
[Though Allagan history was intriguing to him, it didn't mean everyone would find it exciting enough to listen to. Besides, who said the lessons had to be purely from an educational stance? Matching in passion, he sunk deeper into the kiss, feeling her out. Whatever was left of his clothing was soon kicked off onto the floor, leaving him in his smallclothes. And with that out of the way, he broke away from her lips to finish trailing his kisses down. Giving her body the touch and attention she deserved.]
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a belated christmas gift
[ Inside the box is a simple, handmade book with a plain leather cover. There is no title on the cover, but it can be found on the first page inside the book: A Code of Conduct and Chivalry for the Hyrulean Knight. It looks like a copy of the same code of conduct given to any high-ranking Hyrulean soldier, but fortunately for G'raha, it is written in common Eorzean script. (Zelda was very specific about that when she was at the Wishing Well.) The book is broken up into three parts, each relating to one of the central tenants of chivalry: faith, war, and love. It's not entirely a joke giftβZelda thinks the section on love might be useful to her newly-engaged friend. ]
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[ooc note: HEY GUYS THIS IS IMPORTANT!!
SCREEN THE COMMENT BEFORE READING FURTHER!
We're throwing a SURPRISE birthday log for Tifa, but it's also a surprise for Sheila, too. So please don't say anything!!
To pull this off, we would like everyone to pre-write any birthday messages and gifts for Tifa. Once the log is up, we need everyone who is able to quickly leave their comments in the designated thread. If you can't make the window, that's okay!! You can still comment later. Just the more we have at the start, the better.
The log will be posted sometime around midnight, Saturday April 29 CST (when Sheila is asleep) and we'll have until around noon (12 hours) to try and get as many comments in as possible. We might have a few more hours depending on when Sheila is online, but let's try and aim for noon! If she doesn't see it herself, Laena will be sending Sheila the link no later than 3PM central that Saturday.
We'll send PMs via plurk and Discord with a link to the thread when it's up!
If you'd like your character to do something special for Tifa FEEL FREE! We're going to keep the log simple and it will have an open bar toplevel for general mingling, but you will be able to make additional toplevels on the log if you want to.
If you have any questions or want to let us know what your character will help with, contact Laena.
Thanks everyone! β€οΈ]
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I apologize if this message comes as a bit of a surprise, but considering the most recent happenings concerning the matter of stolen goods, I felt it unwise to not at least inquiry about your wellbeing.
Seeing as you are a close friend with Estinien, I wish to quell his concerns just as much as my own.
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[Something that G'raha learned early on during his stay here himself.]
I have, thankfully, not had anything of significant import stolen from me, but I appreciate the concern all the same.
[Or rather, he somehow managed to get them back before they were taken.]
Though I must confess that I have been meaning to speak with you when there is no pressing matter at hand. Mayhap I could treat you to tea or coffee?
[He's very interested in you and Ishgard, after all. Maybe all that time he governed over the Crystarium influenced him? Along with all the stories he had read during his time there.]
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Full glad am I to know that you are been spared the rather unfortunate circumstances that has befallen this star. I pray that your luck continues.
[ There's a small pause in the reply as, though unseen, Aymeric seems surprised. ]
Oh? You may have my full attention whenever you require. I will never deny a cup of tea with good company.
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I pray you have not had the inconvenience of these small thieves yourself. We could meet up at Dreambucks. Or if you prefer, you are more than welcome to come to my home. It should be easy to access. There's a revenyte outside for quick access.
[While he was making the revenyte system, it was easier to have one close by.]
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Either would suit our needs just fine, though it would be remiss of me to overlook an invitation to your estateβ a suggestion I find most surprising yet welcoming all the same. If that is where you would like to meet, I would be happy to oblige.
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[He'll send the address and the revenyte to take if he chooses to use it. Once Aymeric arrived with a polite knock on his door, he got the door as Unei rushed past him to circle the new visitor.]
Ah, my apologies. Unei is a curious fellow. Please, come inside.
[Stepping off to the side to let him in, the carbuncle followed along with him.]
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[ And momentarily he does. He chooses to take the route by which G'raha had set out and in no time at all the Elezen is knocking at his door.
However, look of surprise is far more visible now as the Lord Commander turns to greet the man, only to spot Unei first. ]
A carbuncle...? I did not know such a creature existed on this star. [ With a nod he steps in with a smile, his gaze following Unei as they scamper around him. ]
I must thank you again for the sudden invitation. 'Tis good to see you.
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Shadowbringers spoiler mention
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