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hold back the river; ainlif - Revol - 09-17-2016 Apparently there was a great big hullabaloo recently, though Revol barely noticed. The sun still rises, the world still turns - though somehow it seems like the passing of the days has taken on a more relaxed pace, a deliciously lackadaisical flavor to the turning of the seasons that she could definitely appreciate. But aside from the new shape of the world, not much has changed to her pale blue eyes, the color of the sky near the horizon on a sunny day - oh, not the rich, vibrant blue of looking straight up on a clear blue day, but the softer, gentler blue of far-off skies. She does so love watching the sky. Especially when great white fluffy clouds float on by, delightful shapes coaxing stories out of her all too active imagination. Those ones there, a daring princess and her beloved dragon companion, fighting off the wicked knight trying to steal the dragon’s treasure. Oh, or those, fluffy bunnies, looking so cute and innocent most people wouldn’t notice their devious expressions, or the way they look down at the world below just waiting for the right moment to pounce and bounce their way out of the sky to take over. Oh, right, of course. The world. Changed and all. New places to explore, and so many of the old ones recycled back into the earth, swallowed by the sea, pieced together into the patchwork mountainside where things like magic still reigned for those who’d ever cared about things like that. What was magic next to the wonder of story, though? She still has her silver-eyed friend, her very first imagining, and he didn’t seem much fussed about the new face of the world, so why should she be? And anyhow, her favorite haunts are still the same, relatively speaking. As same as any place ever is, really, when what matters far more is who you are as you wander through it. The forest is still lovely, dark and deep, and the quiet still makes her heart light. And that same forest would probably still be much more exciting if she shared it again with a certain far too appealing man who’d growled so deliciously and warned her about dangerous parts in a tone that just sort of melted her insides. What? Oh, yes, the forest. Still here, still fairly similar to its old shape, still brimming with glorious possibility. Including the perhaps rather improbable one of her once again getting caught up in her own thoughts and bumping into a stranger, and that stranger being the very same stallion whose gravelly voice made her sit up and take notice not so long ago. Isn’t life grand? “Oh my. I can’t seem to stop myself from bumping into you and your dangerous parts. Though I’ll admit I don’t mind, not one bit. I don’t think I managed to catch your name last time, though.” Which isn’t all that surprising, as she was a little distracted by his eyes. Ohhh, eyes it’d be really easy to get distracted by all over again, dark and deep just like the forest itself, and with hints of something more. Something hungry and haunting and hard to pin down. “I’m Revol.” @[Ainlif] RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Ainlif - 09-17-2016 It'd been days since he'd seen her, the image of his daughter. Her ghost had seemed to haunt him, chasing him from his isolation. Now she was gone, like she'd never been there at all. Perhaps she hadn't. It pained him at first, as if he'd lost her yet again. The mourning had returned, the anguish and deep sorrow. He could hardly survive it, could hardly breathe anymore. Ainlif RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Revol - 09-17-2016 The flash of humor in his eyes is brief, but so very promising. Oooh, and that glare. There’s no real threat to it, not even genuine reprimand, just a matter of principle, and it evokes the tiniest of smiles, a little quirking of one corner of her mouth that grows as those lovely dark eyes rove her body. And she takes that delightful ogling as an invitation to do the same. Don’t mind if I do. Hard planes of muscle, something familiar and oddly comfortable about the rugged grace written in the sleek lines of his body. Just the right size to curl up against, not so big he’ll tower over her if they ever get a little cozy. Mmm, and wouldn’t that be nice, nestled into his side, him making that adorably grumpy face and glaring down at her for wandering off without a word of where she was going (and how was she to know where she was going when her feet never tell her ahead of time anyhow?), all cute and concerned and gruff. Silver eyes dance with amusement in the corner of her mind, and isn’t that curious? Oh, and there’s a smile, just a tiny one, barely even a change in his expression, just the slightest softening of one corner of his lips. The subtlety of the change makes his face all the more intriguing, demanding a person pay close attention in order to even begin to read him properly. “You did indeed mention something along those lines, yes,” she grins, continuing to eye all of his dangerous parts that are in her line of sight. Lips can be very dangerous. Teeth too, and that broad, solid shoulder, that could be quite dangerous to cuddle up against. “Thing is, you have this way of making danger sound awfully appealing.” RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Ainlif - 09-19-2016 His eyes traced slow invisble lines across her skin, calculating. She seemed so young. And he felt so damn old. He'd seen so much, but then who was he to assume she had not as well? Perhaps she had and was just better at handling it than he was. Ainlif RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Revol - 09-19-2016 Revol can almost feel his gaze sweeping along her skin, interest evident in the way it caresse her body, lingering on her curves. Now that’s more like it. She sways a little closer, narrowing the distance between their bodies just a fraction, not even quite a step. Ah, but his reaction to her banter stops her from doing more. Probably for the best; if a few words make him tense up, her body pressed against his definitely wouldn’t have gone well. Sadly. She just grins as he gets almost adorably huffy, chasing her away instead of indulging the hunger she saw in his eyes before he shut it down. A little too forward, huh? Well. That was fair enough, though it was pretty clear at least a part of him had liked it. Even if that part had pissed him off a little. “I live wherever my hooves take me,” she answers, glancing down at the body parts in question, raising one to consider it idly. “Everywhere and nowhere, really. I’ve grown a bit fond of this forest, you know, all its delightful hidden dangers and everything.” And her blue eyes sparkle just a little as she glances over at him out of the corner of her eye and sets her foot back down on the ground. “But the meadow’s nice enough too, and I hear there have been new lands cropping up all over, all sorts of new places to explore. What about you, where do you live, honey?” She would, of course, use his name, but unfortunately he still hasn’t mentioned it. Honey will have to do for now. And if it gives her an excuse to put an extra little purr in her voice, well, so much the better. “Do you have a home, or are you a bit of a nomad too?” RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Ainlif - 09-23-2016
Ainlif RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Revol - 09-23-2016 Now, Revol wasn’t exactly expecting a wicked little grin to flirt with the corner of those far too kissable lips in response to her little endearment, but that flash of dismay? Oh, honey, that’s too precious. His lips may not be suffering from an excess of wickedness, but hers are certainly beginning to, the edges quirking upwards despite her best efforts at restraining them. Well okay. She isn’t trying that hard. She’s about to drop some more playful banter on his poor head when he wins the fight against the side of him that would be more than happy to see where a good bit of flirting could lead. Probably she’d just let him stomp right off too, and leave it up to chance or fate or dumb luck to place him smack dab in the middle of her meandering path again tomorrow or next week or a fortnight down the road, but he doesn’t just walk away. No. He throws up an SOS as he stalks off, a plea for help wrapped in barbs and thorns and prickers, and somehow she’s coming to find she’s a bit of a sucker for a good pric--uh, prickly attitude. And he does so have a good one. Instead of stomping after him, chasing too hard ‘til she chases him away, she pauses and tilts her head, studying his retreating form. (Okay, and taking a moment to admire his ass as he walks away, so sue her.) She waits just long enough that he might think he’s gotten away, and then gently suggests, “Maybe that’s your problem, honey. Just maybe you ought to try it sometime.” Or try it again, because there’s something in the depth of the ice dripping from his last words that suggests it’s there to numb some very deep pain. “It may not always go right, but it doesn’t always go wrong either.” RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Ainlif - 09-24-2016
If he'd expected walking away would free him of her company so easily, he would have done it in the first place. He chuckled quietly as he made it a few more strides away. But of course, before he can fully bask in the success, her molten voice slaps at his back. Ainlif RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Revol - 09-24-2016 Oh, she knew her words weren’t going to be well-received. Truth and dare wrapped up together in a sentence or two rarely go over smoothly. So Revol is hardly surprised when he stops dead and turns to glare at her. But the heat of his gaze is part temptation too, and she’s hardly the type to cower anyhow. He angles himself just a little towards her, his eyes raking her body again, and she would happily melt into the fire in his eyes. Looks like a hell of a lot of fun, if he ever decides to stop holding himself back. She stares right back, letting that fire catch just a little bit, feeling it flow through her veins and start to turn her liquid, adding a languid note to her movement as she takes one swaying step closer to him, and then another. Damn. Should’ve waited, should’ve held back, but that’s never exactly been a strong suit of hers. And maybe she’s a little too impulsive, but hell. It’s too easy to miss out on the great things if you think too hard about how things could go wrong. He speaks again, and she tilts her head, wondering about the past that led him to this point. Wondering if there are words that can drag him back to life, or if pushing again will just drive him off into the woods. But only wondering for a moment. It’s not in her nature to spend too much time fighting her instincts, or holding back when words feel like they want to spill out. “Honey?” she says, and her voice is quiet this time, gentle in a way it hasn’t quite been ‘til now. “What if walking away is the moment where it goes wrong this time? You can’t know ‘til later, and if you’re going to regret something isn’t it better to regret what you had the guts to try instead of looking back and wondering?” RE: hold back the river; ainlif - Ainlif - 09-25-2016
Damn this girl. Damn, damn, damn her. So close to his freedom, her voice once again rips him into a dangerous situation he was becoming more and more wary of. And less and less resolute in fighting. He wanted her, a greedy, lustful want without proper meaning, and she continued to tempt him by staying, by verbally reining him back to her. He grit his teeth painfully and tensed, once again rendered frozen by her power over words. Ainlif |