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Thread: The Sorceress Cryomancer and the Lord Hemomancer[Karameida x Raziel99]

RE The Sorceress Cryomancer and the Lord Hemomancer Sorceress Nasuna Nasuna hadn't bothered to remove her hood when she'd swept into the castle not enjoying having to wait for the stumbling idiot to get back to her. The cape swirled around her and a frost settled on the windows and the floor chilled becoming slick as if covered in ice. She moved easily over it and seemed to glide more than actually walk. She made her way noiselessly into the chamber where the lord dwelt, the guards all but vaulted themselves off to the side and out of her way it inwardly amused her. Her gaze slid to the rather impressive man in front of her and raised her brow questioningly. He looked a bit foreign and not exactly....human, she knew she would definitely need to be wary of him. She bowed her head but neglected to remove her hood for the moment, the shadows casting over her face hiding a faint grin on her lips. I don't think I would have any more safety here than I already have in my home. There are many assassins from neighboring lords who've slipped past your men and came close to the castle itself. Your men do not seem to be overly attentive... she said trailing off. Her voice was smooth and slid easily from her mouth to the ears of her listeners. Each word seemed to roll off of her tongue but held undercurrents of a cold ice. She let the silence drag on for a moment a cool breeze rolling through the room and shifting the curtains and tapestries. Recently I've heard rumors that your Lordship has come by a...peculiar item a gem and I must say it has piqued my curiosity quite well. she said simply and straightforward. At his comment about how it had gotten chilly she just laughed softly and continued to watch him in the shadows of her hood. I've not the slightest idea. Perhaps someone left a window open? she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. Her head shifted to the side and looked at one of the guards, he was apparently younger and new to the job and had most likely heard some of the rumors about her. He seemed to want to look at her but at the same time feared doing so and battled with this little dilemma. Along with her sorceress title so too had another few rumors gone around some saying she was an ugly old hag and others that said she was a rare beautiful jewel and he seemed to want to know which it was. She just smiled softly So, it seems I can not escape these wicked rumors that chase me. The tongue of men seem to be sharper than almost any blade and pierce far more deeper. she said still gazing at him her tone was smooth and she sounded youthful. She turned her hooded gaze back to the lord. Now...to save on time, I'll just say that I am quite interested in acquiring or even observing this Gem if his lordship would allow...? she said trailing off on a question.
Thread: The Sorceress Cryomancer and the Lord Hemomancer[Karameida x Raziel99]

RE The Sorceress Cryomancer and the Lord Hemomancer Alexander DeVaux Safety in numbers. He said simply, shrugging his shoulders as he watched the nervousness of the men around him. She had an imposing aura around her that made the majority of the people shrink away. The majority except him. He was not easy to scare off. And he simply stood in front of her by a few feet, amused smile on his face as his eyes kept moving to stay locked on hers. Not all assassins get through. But I do not expect my men to catch them all. After all, they are only human. He let out a soft chuckle, lowering his head slightly, before razing his gaze back to her. She had a sense of humor though, easily retorting to his quip. The frost persisted, and he wiped off his shoulders once more. I would assume you were giving me the cold shoulder, but I would recommend not doing that now. He said, his voice teasing as he cleaned his clothes off of the frost, turning to her. He watched as she moved her head, turning to one of the younger guardsmen. The question in his eyes and face was obvious, as was her response. He kept quiet, but his lips pursed for a moment. Leave us. He said in a dangerously low voice, turning away as the guards almost happily left the room, leaving the two of them alone. He slowly strolled to what surmounted as his throne of the room. It wasnt that important, but the true throne was much more imposing, and in a different room. The tongue of a human may be sharp, but sometimes it cuts true. Your beauty is that of legends. But you are not here to speak of such things. He sat easily enough, eyes moving to her covered face once more. I would have assumed that word would have gotten out quickly. It has at least brought you here soon enough. But there is one thing. He said, shifting to sit straighter for a moment, then leaning forward some in his seat. I cannot help but see that you come into my home, wanting to take or use something that has come to my possession, and did not offer anything in return. I cannot just let you use or see this prize of mine. However, it is a very mystical and powerful artifact indeed, and The very minimum- I would consider would be your services forever given to my reign, in one way or another. His smile was still soft, but he knew he had her cornered. And even with the greatest gift in return, I would show some trepidation in giving the thing to you, knowing just how ah dramatic your experiments can go.
Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Do tell, he quipped holding the door and following her in, A man would be a fool to leave his manners at the door in your company. Mathieu could afford a grin then, as his eyes did indeed wonder curiously if the blush stopped there at the top. In fact, his eyes graciously traveled that distance to where he wondered, as the corset was there between them her and he, that is. He perused then, looking more at the whistles and whatnots, truly having no clue or business in the company of tea. Though, given to certain vantages and angles, he could keep his eyes on her. In his mind he certainly was studying but there was nothing wrong as well with admiring. In fact, he noticed she had caught his eye from time to time, his eye admiring before he realized she had favored him a glance. This kept him on his toes for certain, usually it took a little more forwardness on his part but this girl was an intrigue to him. If he hadnt known better, he would think she the aggressor in this match of wits. Not that there was any match of wits to anyone else occurring, but to Mathieu, there was some secret tally being kept somewhere and when it came down to the annals, he should be on top, that much he was certain. It mattered not that in on such instance he was looking at a product upside down, it was all for show really. Then there was something about passion fruit, decidedly tasty passion fruit. No, that was now, she was looking at him and the topic was passion fruit. Idle whiles fleeting, he stopped thinking about who was on top and let the words fall back upon him that she had said with a gentlemanly clearing of his throat. I have tried a good many passion fruit, he responded, orderly, They are all warm, tender in the center and, quite frankly, moist to the palette. I dare say, he offered crossing as if to look at the selection she was making, The passion fruit delights on any mans tongue. Perching a brow, that was wisdom, secretly he liked this if he was a poet he would write it all down. Then he looked from whatever the keeper was going about in getting this passion fruit, to gaze at Charlotte. One could deduce from his eyes he may still have been deducing the extent of her blush from before. But his gaze rose to hers and he swam in her eyes a moment. If the passion fruit did not tease or entice, there would be no real pleasure in its flavor. Like many .. drinks, it could be assumed an acquired taste by many and, once so acquired, it is a craving that is hard to satiate oft times. Perhaps it would be best I should demonstrate, was that the corner of his mouth waxing wicked? Then of course he turned his shoulder slightly enough to reveal the samovar, suggesting some be brewed freshly, his own coin wallet being reached for that the owner accept his payment for the fresh tea while the lady reserved her coin for any leaves she might wish to take home.
Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Charlotte turned to look at her purse as the man suddenly began to address her questions. Her lips quirked upward in triumph that shed managed to pique his attention enough that he felt inclined to even answer them. As he spoke, however, she suddenly found her mouth going dry, her cheeks burning with an intense heat that made her wish she could hide for the moment. Made her wish that she hadnt attempted to play. Oh what had she started? What had she done? Swallowing, Charlotte suddenly forgot what it was she was doing. Her mind was swirling, spinning out of control, not a single coherent thought was there to be made. She was a blank. Just then, she felt a peculiar rush of adrenaline wash over her, causing her heart to beat both fast and hard. Licking at her lips, she closed her purse and slowly turned to look at this silver-tongued man, unsure of what she expected to find once their gazes locked. The moment Charlotte found this mans eyes, she watched him gesture toward the shiny kettle. Immediately, a rush of relief consumed her and a breath she hadnt realized shed been holding was instantly allowed its release. As she exhaled softly, though the sounds more than apparent on her lips as she let it go, she gave the man another coy smile. Victory was still hers. This man hadnt realized her subtle flirtations after all. All her desires to run away flitted away with the cool ocean breezes that danced about the room given their proximity to the salty waters. Charlottes blush slowly faded as she gave the man a deep curtsy. I thank you, kind sir. I would very much love the opportunity to receive such a demonstration from you. She looked up to him then though she deliberately remained lowered, her eyes glittering as she watched for his reactions. My name is Charlotte, kind sir. Charlotte Granville. Slowly, she raised herself back up again. May I have the pleasure of your name, kind sir? The man, gentlemanly enough to teach and introduce me to the wonders of passion fruit? Turning toward the caretaker, Charlotte handed the older man a few coins. With dainty precision, she then picked up her box of tea and stashed it away in her purse for later. She knew shed enjoy this tea. And she knew shed enjoy it all the more with this temporary tutor shed just acquired. Once done with the transaction, she watched the caretaker set up the infuser so that some fresh passion fruit tea could be brewed for them both. The two battling wits in his shoppe. As she looked over at the man once more, she gave him another smile. One letting him know that she was waiting for a name, a proper introduction. After all, they would be sharing tea in a few moments. Besides, as his student, she needed to know how to address her teacher.
Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

The look in Mathieus eyes were not unlike a conductor before an orchestra, even if that orchestra only consisted of the body of one woman. There were so many delicate instruments that such a symphony would resound the world over should it be played properly. His eyes gleamed largo when he started, the rise of the blush in her cheeks and they twinkled moderato, the creases of what would many years from now be his crows feet. The swallow following the blush, allegretto, his own mouth perspiring as he talked and she responded. The exhalation of her breath that could have been a gasp of delight, Allegro. Her not returning with such direct flirtations, the blush fading and the gleam in his eyes faltering as if he had dropped his jaw, burletta coda. Strike one point for the woman, he was loosing, he lost her interest. It wasnt about studying her anymore, learning about her, it was about bringing back out that play of wits he thought they had engaged. No, thought faltering, she still wants to .. learn. His smile rose to his left check, his eyes once again warming as he gave his own bow, informal in the comfortable tea shoppe. Mathieu De La Motte, he offered, coming up to look at her and see that smile she favored for him while the care taker set to brewing the tea for them. Certainly that smile was to let him know she was still intrigued by his endeavors of the passion fruit. It was delicately coy of her to use the allusion to begin with, but he knew this game well. He would bet his right arm on it, and in honesty, one might hope he didnt despite the wondrous technologies of prosthetics in the modern ear why he might even afford such a hand that could be cranked open and closed much like a real hand, with all manner of intrigue tucked with the folds of that metal. I assure you Miss Granville, the pleasure is all mine, and he was certain to express Miss when addressing her, suggesting he need not know whether she were married or not, for the games of the passion fruit did not recognize such an institution. Why, I find myself rather privileged I must confess, to accompany such a charming woman as yourself as she discovers the wonders of the passion fruit for her first time. He then offered a hand to her, extended and palm up that they may stand and wait closer together. Much like her exposed ankles and calves where risqu, that his hand was exposed and not gloved could have been taken in the same stride. Again, no one would know he did not where gloves, but that was his to keep. It requires a gentle hand, that both parties are comfortably agreeable to such an exploration.
Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Charlotte smiled, her cheeks rosy now from their play, not from nerves or embarrassment. Her recent win with this man boosted her confidence just now, her guard slowly but surely falling away. She wondered if hed realized that shed already won. No matter, shed never see him again after this interaction anyway. Why not continue things further, see how many more rounds she could win before James came to take her away. And he would. He always did. Well, Im very pleased to meet you, Mr. De La Motte, Charlotte began. It isnt often that such a teacher is presented so readily to a lady. Casually walking a bit closer to the kettle as it brewed the tea, Charlotte gave Mathieu what appeared to be a knowing look. She allowed herself to breathe in the steamy scent of the passion fruit tea, her eyes fluttering closed as she did so. Letting out a tiny sigh of approval, she opened her eyes and looked at her tutor once more. And, thus far, Im finding myself to be very agreeable to your teachings, Mr. De La Motte. No doubt youve done this before and have been rather successful? It was more of a statement than a question. But, Charlotte didnt want Mathieu to think she was overstepping her bounds as a woman. After all, he clearly was the more knowledgeable. But, he didnt need to know that. Not yet. Not ever. Strolling a bit, wanting to show herself off just a little, Charlotte continued the game. I wonder how successful youd be teaching me, Mr. De La Motte. Do you have what it takes to truly teach one such as me? One who knows nothing of such things? She paused just then, positioning herself just right so that he could get a good glimpse of her ankles and other such assets. That is to say, Mr. De La Motte are you thorough? Would you utilize every method in your arsenal to see to it that Im properly taught? Charlotte had to refrain from biting down on her lip just then. She wondered if shed gone too far in her play. Had she revealed too much about herself? Had she been too bold? Holding her head up high and not letting her nerves get the better of her, she still felt a blush rush down along her body neck, chest, breasts. Regardless, she didnt flinch. Instead, she held Mathieus gaze, knowing that in the end it made no difference. In a short while, shed be escorted away and shed never truly know what it would be like to be tutored by such a man as Mathieu De La Motte. Just then, the kettle brewing the passion fruit tea began to whistle. Their tea was ready. Though, as it made its signaling noise, Charlotte refused to look away. No. She needed to hear Mathieus answer first. She needed to know before she allowed her mouth to taste the tea. A tea she knew shed come to crave the moment she let the taste dance upon her tongue.
Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Charlotte felt a strange heat wash over her entire body as Mathieu began his first lecture. It was a true indication of just how fortunate she was to have found such a profound tutor on subjects such as this one. Indeed he was a master and no doubt shed never learn better elsewhere. Just then, her breath caught in her throat and she found herself wondering how long it could possibly last. This most informative session on passion fruit. Could he really teach her such things, guide her? Would he? As she stood there, her gaze refusing to falter, though the heat rising from within making it clear that his words were indeed having an affect, she found herself believing that he could. Well, Mr. De La Motte, Charlotte began, returning Mathieus smile with her own. This pleases me most greatly. The distance had closed some between the two, Charlotte noticing the subtle shift in Mathieus stance. Her own far from protested the close proximity they were suddenly sharing, just like theyd soon be sharing the tea. Licking her lips just then, she imagined for the briefest of moments what it would truly be like to be tutored by such a man. Surely, his lectures would require a hands-on approach, leaving nothing untried or untested. Suddenly, the caretaker handed them each a small cup filled with the tea. Charlotte smiled, her brief reverie interrupted as she allowed her delicate fingers to grasp the handle of the tiny cup. She gave the older man a nod as she took it and brought the brim slowly to her lips. To our first session, Mr. De La Motte, she replied and took a tiny sip, her pale eyes locked onto Mathieus. The flavor of the tea was most delectable and divine. Truly a rapturous blend of exotic samplings never to be found in a nation such as Jaro. As she let the taste take over her mouth, she found herself anxiously awaiting Mathieus reactions. Obviously, hed tasted the tea before, knew of the complexity of its flavor, the true gentle care needed to savor and relish how it played upon the taste buds. Oh, how she desired to know what he did. Only then could she appreciate such things in the way they were meant to be appreciated. Only then would the experience be one of immense pleasure, one of value laced with complete understanding. And may we have several more, Charlotte suddenly added. Would you like more, Mr. De La Motte or are you merely satisfied with this single session? Charlottes words were deliberate. She was baiting Mathieu. Baiting and testing. With more eagerness than she held only moments before, she looked into his eyes hoping to see some semblance of reaction. His next words would seal her thoughts on him forever. Oh how she found herself holding onto a foolish and silly hope. One that would end up dashed regardless of anything this man had to say. As she waited, suddenly holding a breath as she did so, her free hand began to absently play with the pendant dangling just above the swell of breasts.
Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Mathieu found his train of thought lost the moment her tongue ever so briefly dabbled at her lips and then allowed her fingers to every so delicately wrap around the handle of the cup, that, where he any lesser man, he too may have sighed more heavely when her lips found the rim and let the liquid spill into her mouth. Or, more appropriately, where he any other man, he might not have let his mind wander so far. But, he was Mathieu De La Motte after all, and lurking there was Gentleman Luke. Of course than he realized it was his turn and the liquid in the cup was far from the passion fruit he had elucidated upon. So, to test the waters, he certainly could lift it to his nose, just before his lips, to smell what this tea was all about and when his nose turned slightly he could roll his eyes up as if just the scent were that much to him that he needed no more. Then he could breath deeply as if he could not have enough of the scent even though breathing thusly allowed him to intake more fresh air the same. As he lifted it, eyes closed, knowing she watched, he could waft it about on his tongue as his throat refused to swallow immediately, letting out a moan as if pleasurable but the same clearing the air from his palette to dim the flavor. Slowly he managed to ease it down his throat, inhaling sharply that could be taken for sudden exhilaration and expel slowly again as if lingering on that flavor when really trying to remove the taste from his mouth. Slowly he let his eyes open and spread a wondrous smile upon his face. I dare say, this is the most exquisite passion fruit I have beheld, his eyes meeting hers. So glorious indeed, one session would not be enough Miss Granville, when there is so much to know of the fruit. I dare say with you it would take many A tingling at the door, another customer, an interruption into the world around them. Or more like, the world interrupted into the realm they had delved to remind them they were not so alone. Lady Granville, came a gruff voice from a stocky man on the tall side, folding his arms and raising the eye of suspicion upon the proceedings. His voice weighted towards this being inappropriate behavior as he could not say this so aloud, as she was a woman of society his place wasn't to publicly chastise. And again, his voice suggested when out of ear shot of any such society she would get an earful while James took in an eyeful. Mathieu had studied the situation well enough on his voyage up from the islands that he recognized the escort if by attitude and proximity to the lady. Ah, perhaps this is not the time to ponder your passion fruit after all. This was said towards Charlotte, but at the last moment he turned his gaze on the care taker as if he had been part of the conversation all along. To which the caretaker rolled his eyes, but came forth with a price for the tasting, which was separate from the leaves purchased by Lady Granville and to further his point, Mathieu fidgeted with his own coin purse, pulling it from an inner pocket of his jacket and opening the rounded leather to give exact count plus one for the effort.