Thread: Noblesse Obligé [Ghostwolf and Thaedael]

The hour continued to grow late, a small brass clock chiming the hour of night from the mantle-piece of the singular fireplace tucked away in a corner of the grand drawing room that the two shared. Victoria was having a good time, glad to have found the one noble that seemed to genuinely have a good time, and not have a stick up her ass in how they interacted with one another. She was also risqu in the way she talked and acted, not afraid of displaying her... rather striking attributes as she talked. I don't know if you would even be able to afford indulging my every whim she said with a smile, before leaning into the back of the chair. She was feeling good, relaxed, enjoying small draws of the amber fluid from the glass she returned to time and time again, nursing the finely aged Amasec until it was all but gone. The list is as silly as it is long, and I assure you, it would take all the nobles to fund such an endeavor, a monumental effort of coordination. I think I will cal it the Victoria's Indulgence Campaign of Vorlancia. First, I would love a home to call my own. It doesn't have to be massive like this palace, but it better be more than a room and bathroom. It has to have a kitchen. I want to learn to cook food like what was served here tonight. All of it, all the food. I want to cook and eat my way through what this segmentum has to offer. I also want to find a man, get married, and have a million kids. Not one kid short of a million you hear. I also want... She continued to talk down the list of things she wanted, as varied as they were imaginative, childish, whimsical, and silly. Ilya continued to stand against the lady that commanded his full attention, the woman that tugged at every part of his mind, personality, heart, and if he still had one after all these years his soul. She was standing in the shadow of his body, his body wrapped around her in such away that the light spilling out across the balcony didn't make it to her. As if she had to suffer the shadows to be with him. A small shiver ran down her spine, he could feel it against his chest. Was she cold, or was it from his soft touches, he could not tell. Shh now. I never knew you before tonight. I do not know what you were like before, who you were. I only know you as you are now, as you stand with me. I would like to get to know you more, including whatever that entails. You say you will become undone, I will be there to help put you back together. You worry that you will hurt me. Beth gently shook her head side to side, her matted hair following the motions, droplets falling off the edge. That is for me to worry about, I am a far stronger person than I look, and maybe, I am a sucker for punishment. She traced his lips with her eyes, thoughts rolling across her face, clear for him to see, her face drawing slightly closer, before deciding against it, and pulling away. She had turned away, the attention of all the nobles standing in the various windows having probably forced her hand against her true wishes. Instead, she continued to stand here, like she promised, as long as he needed. Needed for what, he thought to himself. She had shifted against him once more, the way she felt against him, the warmth and compassion she showed him, the way her hands felt right in his, how every word she said was what he wanted and needed to hear. He placed a hand on her shoulder, gently spinning her in place so that she faced towards him, her front towards his. Gently he took her hands, one by one, carefully placing them on either side of his hips, before gently pulling her chin up away from where her eyes that had watched the placement of her own hands. Gently, he continued to guide her chin up, before kissing her.