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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 2:45:58 GMT
He chuckles, coyly as he started to lean in as if to kiss her, but at the last second moves to her ear to whisper. 'Perhaps I should find a way to help you decide then..' he says as he knelt down and picked her up in a bridal style, gently but firmly and then moved to begin floating in the air, taking the elven girl with him. As he rose, something began to manifest above, leading to a glass platform covered in rose petals and candles lining the edge, almost as if it were a dance floor of some sort with the lull of the ocean roaring below about thirty feet down.
He puts her down and then moves to the center, extending his hand and waiting for her to come.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 3:34:03 GMT
She held her breath. She had too. If she didn't, she wasn't sure what she'd do. When he moved to her ear, she slowly let the breath out, her heart beat pounding in her ears. She let out a surprised giggle as he picked her up, enjoying the warmth (surprisingly vividly) of him pressed against her. When he set her down, she looked around in awe, a hand covering her mouth which had fallen open.
Oh my... she mused, slowly taking a step forward until she could take his hand. You never cease to surprise me Adrain... She whispered, a small smile on her face.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 2:00:38 GMT
Adrain says nothing as Melda takes his hand and begins to lead her in a dance, one hand firmly against her waist the other in her own. A symphonic music of Melda's liking would play from an aimless source in the air. As the pair would move about the floor the petals would light up and flow around propelled by an air flow, creating a mesmerizing display floating around the pair. The moonlight glows creating a natural radiance as at the apex of one of the songs, he hoists Melda up before swinging her around and moving her elegantly to a dip, leaning to her neck, unconsciously unable to resist giving her a brief kiss on the exposed neck.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2017 22:07:30 GMT
Melda was utterly content was she danced in time to the music playing around them, a lovely melody she'd heard once at a ball when she was younger. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_VszPtyAAE&index=47&list=FLkyqlxQ1v7rS2mvQ4N4Lsgg) The scene around them was literally something of her dreams, so she thought nothing of it and simply enjoyed their dance, her face flushed with colour as he lifted her into the air. As he lowered her again, Melda's eyes slid half closed, and she looked up at him with complete emotion before he lowered his face down to her neck, kissing it softly.
Gooseflesh scattered itself down her neck and arms, a slight shiver running down her back. Her arms tightened around him as they stood upright again. How do you always manage complete control over me? She whispered in a dazed voice.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 22:58:33 GMT
"Because it feels right to just let go and be at your pure core of being." he says, his grip around Melda's waist tightening as she in turn wrapped her arms around him. He smiled as he then leads her by hand to a small table covered with cushions just long enough for Melda to lay down on. Aromatic incense of lavender and a sweet scent that was native to the elven lands filled the air.
"Why don't I help you relax, you move gracefully but I can feel a tightness that your usual demeanor must keep you in...lay down, in whatever state of dress you desire, and I will work all of that out."
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 2:59:55 GMT
How true. She said no more, dreaming afterall. (and not to get too meta). She smiles in return as he leads her towards a table that she couldn't recall existing before. As he offers to help her relax, in whatever state she wished, she arched a brow at him, a sassy yet amused look all over her face. How chivalrous of you. She chuckled.
After a moment of thought, Melda moved towards the cushions, turning her back to him. Given that her dress already had off the shoulder sleeves, all she did was unzip the back and let the top fall down a bit further, stopping at her waist. Covering her chest, she turned to face him again, face only a little flushed as she lay down on the pillows, propping her head up on her elbow.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 3:38:20 GMT
As Melda got into her comfortable position, Adrain would approach and procure a bottle of oil from an out of sight spot nearby, picking it up and dripping it on Melda's exposed back bit by bit before he put the bottle down and warmed his hands a little with magic before he began to press and rub firmly yet without harm onto the elf's back. He would spend time around the shoulders and neck, feeling out each and every tender, tight, and otherwise unattended spot on her the fingers working on multiple pressures and directions.
The hands would go down the shoulder blades, feeling the petite form and giving them due attention with a gentle rolling motion of the bottom of his palms, leading to his hands opening and going the length of her back open handed with a standard rub and massage, inching closer and closer to the line of where her garment would resume, almost as if teasing the young woman.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 0:52:31 GMT
Melda felt gooseflesh rise over her skin the moment his hands made contact with her back. Her skin was heating up as she flushed, even her back turning slightly pink. She stayed reletively quiet while he worked, enjoying every minute of it. It was so serene, and it felt so real!
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Melda opened her eyes, blinked once... twice... She sat up abruptly, bringing a pillow up with her to cover her otherwise exposed chest. Adrian. Whats something only I would know? She asked, hoping he'd blurt out something silly like "You despise carrots!" which is something she didn't tell people. She looked up at him with confused and mildly worried eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 22:57:17 GMT
Adrain blinks as Melda shifted the position and was confronted with the question of something only I would know. Still influenced by Melda's subconscious whims. He smiled as he leaned in and caressed her cheek, the fingertips running to tops of the ears. "Now why would I know all that? A relationship is no fun to know everything, but since this inquiry is to make you feel better, I can tell now you don't like Carrots" he says, able to skim the top of Melda's active thinking in this current state to get an answer.
The part of Adrain's mind that wasn't fully influenced by Melda's subconscious whims was a bit alerted, but to leave abruptly now might make things too awkward. He hoped she would relax: he forgot to see if she had the ring of Lucid Dreaming on.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 4:10:33 GMT
She shivered lightly as his fingertips grazed the points of her ears, a stereotypical sensitive spot for elves. When he responded with what he did, she furrowed her brows. He deflected at first, but came around with something ; actually, the exact something she'd wanted him to.
She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. What argument could she make? Either he said carrots because she was dreaming, and it was on her mind, or he said carrots because he could sense her thoughts. It was 50/50, and she didn't like those odds.
After a moment, she tightened her grip on the pillow covering her chest. Well... okay. She didn't know what to say. It was rare she was at a loss for words, but after blinking at him once more, she turned to lay back down on the pillows, back up to him. This time, she was even more tense.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2017 22:02:03 GMT
Sensing that Melda's apprehension had picked up and knowing it was still her dream and that she should feel comfortable, the scene would shift to a radiant field overlooking the Dragon's Breath falls. A buffet of Melda's favorite foods with a soft breeze would go. Her outfit would shape to her whims while Adrain would sit, pouring a glass of her favorite wine for her atop a fine silk blanket laid out with cushions both above and beneath. The birds would fly overhead and a feeling of serenity would radiate.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 2:55:30 GMT
Melda blinked, sighing. When she opened her eyes she scene had shifted again, along with her outfit. She looked around, figuring out where they were quickly. Wow, I haven't been here in ages... She muttered absently. She blinked again, bringing herself back to the scene in front of her, seeing Adrain pouring wine. She smiled and walked over to where he sat, joining beside him. She took the glass with thanks and sighed contently. Don't you ever just wish things were always this... calm? She asked softly. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 22:48:36 GMT
"Of course Melda, they can be with just a bit of work in the world. At the very least your world can be as calm as you allow it to be." he says softly. feeling the influence of Melda's impulses and thoughts influencing his own behavior as it was. "Have you tried the strawberries and cream yet? I could get one ready for you if you like." he says.
If Melda agreed, he would pick up one of the fresh strawberries and dip it in the cream gingerly, then bringing it to her lips and tracing along the outline of them before holding still for her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 23:46:27 GMT
She sighed, looking off into the distance after hearing him. While he was right, she also knew that it took a lot more than just a bit of work. She'd been alive long enough to know it was essentially never ending. Despite this thought, she was serene, leaning back onto her elbows to enjoy the breeze. She wasn't particularly paying attention to her clothing, not really having noticed the change, so she was unaware that leaning back as she had, was causing some serious cleavage.
Hearing his question, she shook her head to say no she hadn't tried some, but yes she would love to. She watched with a smile as he got it ready for her, stunned when he brought it up to her lips for her, but shivered lightly as she felt the cool cream against her lips before she took a bite of it with her mouth. After licking her lips she blushed heavily. You're like a bad romance novel. She mumbled, but the small smile on her face gave away that she loved it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 23:52:22 GMT
"Well then, what would you like for a good one? Something like this?" he says coyly as he puts the wine bottle down and leans to her neck, nipping at it briefly before trailing a little to her cleavage and kissed just the top of it, waiting to see how she reacted to this move.
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