Dragon Lust

[AngelofDeath]

"I know that Oron." Placing the clothes in a pile beside the bed. Placing the sheet back over him. "Hopefully we can find out more about him when he wakes. If nothing else we can thank him for saving us."

Smiling Kora asked, "Are you hungry? There is plenty of food left."

 

[intriguess]

"Now that I think of it I did skip my noon meal." She smiled, her father called it haunting, as she had no way of monitoring her own facial expressions. It was an honesty that her few friends found refreshing about her.

 

[AngelofDeath]

"I see if the bread is still warm as well." kora walked into the kitchen and fixed two bowls stew and found the bread was indeed still warm. Comming back out with the bowls she handed oron hers. "Enjoy. Hopefully i didn't use too much spice this time."

 

[scribe_m]

Garon strode into the ballroom, where the couples danced. He found himself sitting at a table with two beautiful women he thought long dead. He knew who they were, yet could not distinguish their faces well. One of them moved closer, holding a dish to his lips. He tasted... something... that did not fit in a castle such as this. The other then approached him, touching his chest, his naked flesh. Despite the forwardness, he welcomed it very much.

Garon then crawled out of the bed, barely holding the sheet to him. "My ladies", he started. Garon looked less *at* his rescuers than *through* them. "I cannot make my decision until I am bathed and properly attired," he said, voice trailing. He then collapsed on the floor.

OOC: Oops! Sorry for posting so late! Intrigue, hope I can do justice to your suggestion!
OOC: Waiting to be helped into the bath, or do you want me to start writing the scene?


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[intriguess]

Oron had finally decided the man (or whatever he was) was finally resting and turned her attention to the food. It tasted marvelous, as did all things after skipping a meal and she had just turned her attention to Kora when she heard him moving.

Her head turned towards the sound and she built the image from the thud of his footfalls, which sounded far heavier than he could possibly be, as well as the ragged breathing and his words.

She sensed his collaspe even as she heard his body land on the floor, "The fever must be worse than I thought. I'm not sure we should try to move him again," she said as she moved closer and gently arranged his limbs in a more natural manner. "He's hot all over," she commented as her fingers trailed over his warm skin. Oron pulled away the sheet which was soaked in sweat, "Actually a bath is a good idea." She glanced over to where she heard Kora was, "Do you have a wash basin and water handy?"

 

[AngelofDeath]

Kora nodded and then headed back into the kitchen and then comming out with the basin and the rags. Handing one to Oron they began to wipe and cool his body down.

His body was so hot she was surprised that steam was not rising from his flesh. "He's warm like the wall of your father's shop." Brushing his hair back Kora tended to his forehead and neck.

 

[scribe_m]

Garon felt the wet cloths against his naked skin. His eyes opened, trancelike. Kora looked at them, and saw a reflection of decades looking back. Despite her blindness, Oron, too, could see the man, his body healed, and build lithe and slightly different. Instead of wet cloths washing his wounds on an old bed, the two found themselves slowly carressing his bare chest, in a large regal bed. Instead of being naked, he was clothed in fine dress, his shirt loosened so they may touch him. The women themselves were beautifully robed in fine silks.

"Oron. Kora." The young man spoke. "Your merchant father wishes to marry into title. I find you both marvellously attractive and have courted you both. Surely the dreadful lives as a merchant's daughters will be in the past once you have accepted me. I thank you for hiding away with me from that awful party downstairs."

He gave a light kiss to one, then the other. Kora and Oron could feel his touch. But where were there? Where were they truly?


OOC: Hope this scene works for you. And, uh, no I didn't steal the idea from Tim Burton. Really. Hee hee.



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Oron saw clearly for a few moments and she could feel the strange tingle of unfamiliar magic. She was unsure of what to say and glancing at Kora was able to see what Kora actually looked like and mouthed a soft 'Play along.' Her hands ran lightly along the strange man's forehead, down his cheek, to gently work at removing his shirt. The vision was blurry like a echo of the past overlaid on her own sense of sight.

"What exactly do you propose?" she whispered lightly. The feel of silk against her skin blended strangely with how her own garments felt.

 

[scribe_m]

"Propose, my dear? I shall glady do so before the date of the wedding." He stroked the cheek of the blind woman, whose sense of touch did not diminish. His soft warm hand delicately touched her ruby lips. He closed his eyes and breathed a little bit as he felt the maiden brush against his chest. He looked at the sighted one, and touched her hair, his fingers brushing away the loose strands, the tips of his fingers touching her neck. He began remembering the feelings he had for these women, and the women felt same for him.



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[intriguess]

was waiting for angel of death to post, but seeing as this is the only thread i'm in that i didn't start I refuse to let it die. My mood and time has been rather sporadic of late, a more common occurance of late than usual. I hope things will eventually settle into some semblance of a normal in the near future.


IC

Oddly enough it did not seem strange that he would address them so affectionately and she had the feeling that she was more than seeing through another person's eyes. She was also feeling what this woman had felt in that moment, desire, confusion, and fear.

 

[scribe_m]

Garon stroked the cheeks of the maiden in front of him. His hands touched her neck, slowly massaging it. He touched her dress, feeling her shoulders under her fabric, and softly smoothing his hand on her arms. He hand dwelled on hers, and he finally lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

OOC: Enjoying the thread as well.


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[AngelofDeath]

ooc: sorry kinda forgot this one* offers self up for punishment in return* hehe


Kora smiled. Whatever was goin on it was fun. Looking at her clothes, she just wanted to get up and spin like a little girl with a new dress. Hearing the word marriage she looked up and asked, " Both of us or just one. Though it does seem odd to marry us both." It felt so right.

 

[intriguess]

OOC apologies again, was in car accident (on Friday), I'm fine, my car is not and my thoughts have been rather scattered since.

IC

It was a strange mixture of sensations, and a small part of her wondered what kind of being he was that he was able to somehow pull them into his memories. She was certain this was a memory the imagery was too intense to be anything else. As playing along would do no harm, and trying to break his trance might harm him, especially as she knew so little about it. Perhaps playing along would reveal useful information.


She felt compelled to say, "I dread the thought of either of us remaining here with father."

 

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"I dread the thought of either of us remaining here with father."

"Well, then!" the young man said. "We shall elope! Pack your things and we shall leave in the morn. I have a small cottage in the west. Still... If you would prefer the finer things... which of the two of you would prefer to be my mistress?"


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[intriguess]

OOC I promise this is my last apology until thanksgiving, had relatives up this weekend and had a couple of interesting dates since then so I've been busy (but not tied up *wink* *wink*)

It seemed such a puzzle and while she was determined to figure it out she was curious to how strongly Kora was being affected.