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Post by mordekai on Dec 27, 2017 22:22:29 GMT
It was a cool, calm morning, and Mordekai had woken up happy. He had rested snugly in a den, curled up in his human form, and as he'd stepped out of it, he'd shifted back into his equine one. A good roll had covered him in grass and dirt, smearing it across the dark dappled pattern. Then he shook himself, settling the collar that sat around the base of his neck into place. Its sapphire slid into place in the center of his chest, and then he snorted before beginning to trot on. He didn't know where he was going just yet, but he also didn't really care. The sun was completely up when he found a clearing, and the scent of watercress came to him, along with a large body of water nearby. Happily, the horse took in a deep breath and lengthened his stride. Watercress was good. And it smelled like there were other plants around it as well.
It didn't take long before he noticed a small cabin tucked into the area, but he didn't really care. What was the likelihood that anyone was up, or that they'd care about a random horse in the forest? Surely there were feral horses in the area. So he trotted forward confidently, ears forward and movements smooth. Before long, he had found the watercress, and was burying his muzzle into it, chomping down with relish and enjoyment.
He moved from the watercress after a few bites to eat one of the other herbs in the area, browsing through what was obviously an herb garden that was planted thickly. Wonderfully. His nose dipped into a mint plant, taking a large sniff of it. Delightful.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 27, 2017 23:43:19 GMT
you can judge a man's true character... Tempest always suffered terribly the morning after she had visited a tavern. It seemed that no matter what she did before, during, or after, she was doomed to having the most monstrous headache whenever she awoke. This had been her burden the previous day, and instead of resting, she had forced herself through ten hours at the infirmary before going to her workshop to work through the night and make her headache worse with the dim lighting and tiny text on the scripts she was trying to decipher. Needless to say, Tempest wasn't at all feeling her best.
She had fallen into bed fully clothed, barely having been able to force herself to fly home and get through the door before she succumbed to sleep. At some point, she had pulled her blanket over herself, but her dreams, as they had been of late, were disturbing and she ended up fairly well tangled up in them. She had been asleep for barely four hours when the warding spell that her mother and father had had on their garden since Tempest was young chimed loudly. The noise startled Tempest into action, but that action was quickly halted when her blanket proved to have wrapped tightly enough around her legs that she couldn't take a step. She clattered ungracefully to the floor before she could even engage her brain enough to use her wings, and the little fae let out a string of curses that would have curdled her mother's blood if she'd have heard.
Ripping the offending article from around her legs, Tempest finally managed to fly out of her front door, her eyes blazing angrily as she searched for someone to scream at. She had expected an intruder, but she had expected one that could speak. Her anger fizzled out quickly as she looked at the huge horse with its head buried in her garden. On the one hand, she really didn't like horses. On the other, that was her damn herb garden, and it had absolutely no right to be eating from it! Ignoring her still hideous headache, Tempest gathered up her courage, amped up her anger, and flew over her garden to stop mere inches from the animal's face. ”Hey! Stop that! Get out of my blasted garden, you filthy beast!” Tempest demanded, fully aware that the animal wasn't going to understand her, but at a loss of what else to do. |
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Post by mordekai on Dec 28, 2017 1:12:22 GMT
Initially, it was peaceful. Watercress, then mint, and a bit of rosemary. Whoever had this garden had been delightful indeed. It was not long though, before a screech came from nowhere, and formed into words only after he had startled slightly, his head yanking up with a damning clump of sage hanging from his lips. And there, in front of his face, was a fae, wings buzzing and keeping her afloat, and demanding that he leave her garden alone. Warm brown eyes scanned over Tempest, ears flicking back and then forward in interest. She was rather cute. Fiery.
Without hesitation, rather than moving away from the garden at all, he pushed forward, taking a single step, and pushing the entirety of his face against Tempest's body, whuffling softly though his nose. As the fae took a few steps back in the air, his ears flicked, lowering a little dejectedly as he whickered after her, the sound soft. His tail flicked back and forth, slapping against his sides before he stepped back a few steps, staring at her out of dark brown eyes, calm and seemingly tame.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 30, 2017 18:07:16 GMT
you can judge a man's true character... Tempest frowned, hands on hips, as the horse appeared to be looking her over. Horses didn't do that. Did they? She had been under the impression that horses were relatively docile creatures, easy to startle and easier to command. Then again, perhaps that was incorrect. She didn't know all that much about the creatures aside from the fact that their sheer size was irritatingly intimidating. Her gaze moved from its eyes to its mouth, where a large clump of greenery was dangling. She breathed in through her nose, instinctively identifying the plant as white sage. Well, it could have been worse. White sage was at the very least easy to gather in the forest. Then it dawned on her that, while she had been trying to untangle herself, he could have been munching on anything! Brows still lowered, she searched her garden, appearing to be glaring at it rather than the intruder. She sighed, both a huff of irritation but also a little relief, when she realised that she only seemed to be missing plants that were easily replaced. A good foresight, then, to plant her more rare herbs towards the back of the garden.
Instead of retreating or bolting, as Tempest had assumed any creature would when caught pilfering, the animal pushed itself up against her, and it was all she could do to minimise the scream that threatened into a squeak. Hopefully he would take it as the indignation it was meant to be, and not the fear that it actually was. But then, why did she care what a horse thought? It wasn't like he could go around telling anyone. Tempest instinctively backpedaled away from the contact, and she once again glowered at the thieving beast. ”Stop that right now!” She demanded, her eyes flashing with anger. The anger, though, wasn't truly aimed at him – it was aimed at herself for being frightened of a seemingly harmless animal. As if to show both him and herself that she was not afraid, she brazenly flew within a few inches of him to rip the sage from his lips. ”And I do believe that's mine. Now scram!” |
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Post by mordekai on Dec 30, 2017 18:35:38 GMT
Kai tossed his head in response to her demand, nickering at her gently. Her anger amused him, as did the way she forced herself forward, as if there hadn’t been a hint of fear in her squeak, let alone in her scent. Even as she tugged the sage from his lips, he took in a deep breath, almost chuckling as she told him to scram. In that moment, he shifted, the change of form flowing even as he lunged forward. A reckless, boyish grin on his lips, one hand locked around her wrist, yanking her down to him, and then his free arm locked around her waist holding her in place.
The collar that had ridden around his horse neck hung loose over his shoulders, sapphire charm hitting the center of his chest, and his hair finished the change as he shook his head, turning from black and cream to a warm chocolate color. His eyes, blue-ish green stared down at her, as he stood nearly a foot taller, and effortlessly he plucked the sage back from her, bringing it back to his lips to begin to eat it once more.
He could see her begin to get past the shock, but didn’t dodge in time. Pain resounded through his cheek, the smack echoing in his ears, but his arm around her waist remained pinning her against him as laughter spilled out.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 30, 2017 19:33:38 GMT
you can judge a man's true character... The horse took in a deep breath, and Tempest would have moved back if she had been able. She could only assume that the animal was about to sneeze or some such thing, and she certainly didn't want to be anywhere near the target. However, it seemed as if something – or someone – else had other ideas. Instead of backwards and away, she was pulled closer. Despite her best efforts, another of those frustratingly involuntary squeaks managed to find its way past her lips. Though she wasn't entirely sure what it was that had grabbed her (she hadn't even had time to see him start shifting, much less process that that was what he was doing), that didn't stop her natural instincts kicking in. And her natural instincts said, whatever or whoever grabs me is going to pay for it. In this instance, it was with an open handed slap with the hand that was suddenly sage-free.
In all honesty, she was not at all sure what she was going to hit, but when it appeared to be flesh, Tempest finally started paying attention to her other senses. Human, male. Although clearly not human – a werebeast then. She had treated enough of them in the past to be miffed that she hadn't noticed the signs. She blamed it on lack of sleep and a rude awakening. Clearly he was a large man, and he seemed to be insistent that she remained close for some as yet unknown reason. And the worst of it – he wasn't at all perturbed by her slap, instead apparently finding it to be highly amusing! If Tempest could have spit fire then, she would have.
As it was, though, her wings were attempting to beat a hasty retreat with no luck, so Tempest added the rest of her body into the mix. Though one of her arms was still firmly in his grasp, she attempted to use the other as a lever to prise herself off him as the rest of her body tried to wriggle out from under the arm that pinned her to his chest. And of course, Tempest wouldn't be Tempest if she did this in silence. In her most indignant tone, Tempest let loose. ”Just who do you think you are?! First of all you trespass on my property, then you start chewing on my garden, stomping my poor plants into oblivion with your giant hooves, then you have the AUDACITY to grab me?!?! Let me go, you Neanderthal!!” She punctuated each point with a thump on his shoulder, which she knew was fruitless but ultimately made her feel slightly better about the situation. It was a shame, really, that no other fae lived within earshot of her cottage. Initially, that had been the whole idea. Now Tempest wondered if it wasn't slightly foolish. ”I don't know why you think you have the right, but you'd better let me GO!” She demanded, though she had absolutely no leverage to do so. |
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Post by mordekai on Dec 30, 2017 20:23:34 GMT
Kai couldn’t help himself. All of her struggling just made him want to keep her closer to him. His arm remained steadfast around her waist, pressing her against him solidly. She squirmed in his grip, wings fluttering in her attempt to get away, and she snarled at him, her free hand pounding his shoulder repeatedly. It wasn’t long before the spot her fist landed in began to hurt. The little fae had a delightfully accurate aim, and had hit the same spot again and again. The pain only made him chuckle in delight, as did her demand that he let her go. Did she think him stupid? He had caught her. What made her think he would simply release her back into freedom?
The man dropped her wrist, his second hand slipping across her upper back and pulling her closer to his chest, careful to jot crush her wings. Leaning down, he took a deep breath, nose lingering near the base of her ear, her hair attacking his face. His cheek, rough with the stubble of a beard, brushed against hers as he shifted, taking in her scent. It was pleasant to his nose, a mixture of the morning air, herbs… and lemon? Kai took another deep breath, letting out a happy grunt and pressing his lips to her cheek as he pulled away. His voice finally came, a low, rough baritone, filled with humor and amusement. ”Calm down, fire-bug, and I might consider letting you fly away from me. You’ve robbed me of my breakfast, can you really expect that I wouldn’t have the audacity to ask you to feed me? After all, you don’t want me browsing your herbs… Perhaps you’d be willing to make something more suitable to human tastes.”
His arms held her close, firmly, but gentle. It was an embrace, albeit an imprisoning one. He had no wish to harm her, despite that she had left him a stinging mark upon his cheek and what would likely turn into a bruise upon his shoulder. In truth, he actually found her rather charming, with her fiery, explosive temper, and matching hair. What d’you say to that, hm?”
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 30, 2017 20:52:58 GMT
you can judge a man's true character... What the hell was wrong with him?! Why was he laughing?! Though she wanted to know why, she also wanted to know how to make him stop. In her opinion, she wasn't doing anything remotely amusing! And despite her attentions, she was still very firmly in his grip. This was not acceptable. How she wished she'd sat and learned the pressure points like her father had told her to. There had been one that offered instant unconsciousness, but Gods be damned if she could remember which it was!
As he released her left arm, Tempest added that to the mix, trying to push herself further away from the big brute that seemed insistent on keeping her captive. As he slipped his other arm around her back, Tempest found both of her arms pinned between her body and his. Though she wasn't the weakest fae in the realm, no amount of pushing seemed to be budging his grip, but instead of this making her anger fizzle out, it simply added fuel to the fire. It was unfair that she was so helpless against him, that she could do nothing to free herself. And to add insult to injury... What in blazes did he think he was doing?! Despite the realisation that she hadn't showered in at least a full day, who went around sniffing people?! And on that subject.... Tempest's face was, quite against her will, almost buried in Mordekai's hair, and she had a complaint. ”What in Gods' name do you think you're doing?!” She asked the important question first, before turning her head with a disgusted expression on her face. ”And you stink! What were you doing before you decided to come and steal from my garden?!” If she'd have had the freedom, her arms would yet again have been crossed over her chest. As it was, though, all she could do was look indignant and irritated.
Tempest could feel his laughter rumbling in his chest, and she renewed the struggle that her wings had not yet given up – to be free. When he spoke, Tempest was surprised to find that he had a pleasant voice – not that that made anything any better. Argumentative as always, Tempest had an issue with his little term of endearment. ”I am not a firebug, you imbecile.” She frowned, her tone much quieter than it had been. His request did momentarily rob her of speech, and for a few seconds her lips moved uselessly as no sound came out. However, Tempest gathered herself and let out another torrent. ”YOUR breakfast was MY garden! I don't owe you anything, you... you ass!”
Ever logical, Tempest considered her options. She could stay here, seemingly imprisoned until he got bored (not going to happen). She could allow him to Shift back into his horse form and have free rein in her garden (no pun intended and not going to happen). Or she could be freed, feed him, and he'd be on his merry way. As the least offensive of the options, she supposed she had to concede, but she certainly didn't have to be nice about it. ”Fine.” The word was short, snipped, and highly disgruntled. ”But how do you suppose I cook unless you let me go?” She pointed out, she thought rather reasonably. |
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Post by mordekai on Dec 30, 2017 21:17:35 GMT
Her words had a rumble of baritone laughter coming forth from him once again. So he stank, did he? Perhaps the lady didn’t like the smell of earth and grass? How odd, since she had a full garden that smelled so delightful. Her objection to being called fire-bug merely solidified the nickname in his mind, and her speechlessness had him grinning down at her, eyes sparkling with amusement. But the silence didn’t last, and her words lashed out like whips once again, agreeing to make him food, and pointing out that she couldn’t cook while he held her captive in his grasp. ”Of course I’ll let you go. And since you apparently don’t like the scent of earth and grass, I’ll even go jump in that lake over there, so as to offend your sensibilities less, hm?” He chuckled softly, one arm staying firmly around her waist for a brief moment as the other released. Thick, callused fingers brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek, and then he moved swiftly after it.
Pulling her closer to him for a brief moment, he kissed her, not quite upon the lips, but just at the corner of them, leaving it more upon her cheek, but still roguishly close to a true kiss. Even as his grip loosened, he half tossed her up and away from him slightly. Chuckles echoing from his chest, he turned and broke into a run for the lake, completely naked and unashamed of the fact. Barefeet landed solidly upon the ground, his strides lengthened into a long, loping stride. It was not far to the lake, indeed, Tempest’s house was right upon the banks.
The warrior was careful to not step upon anything that looked like it might have been an herb, keeping his feet to the grass before he launched himself carelessly into the water with a splash. Laughter spilled forth again as he surfaced, along with a whoop as the chill of the water made him feel rather alive.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 30, 2017 22:19:26 GMT
you can judge a man's true character... Tempest fumed in his grasp, unable to move and unwilling to admit that it was actually quite nice there. As with most werebeasts, he ran towards the warmer end of the spectrum, and it was kind of like being wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets. Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. Ever. Of course she hadn't enjoyed being restrained and grabbed by that strange creature! Or that's what she was telling herself. Never one to focus on the positive things, Tempest then had to remind herself of all the negatives. He had come out of nowhere and destroyed a section of her garden. And the fact that he just found all of this so amusing, well, that said something about his sense of humour, didn't it? And he was rude! He hadn't even introduced himself! Granted, she hadn't either, but she'd been far too busy trying to get his face out of her herbs!
The thing about Tempest's temper was that it could build to an almighty explosion, but it rarely lasted long. Somehow, Mordekai appeared to have managed to defuse the bomb, and Tempest found that she didn't quite have the energy to remain as angry as she had started out. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, or the headache that had started niggling at her temples again, or perhaps she was just trying too hard to be angry about something that, in the grand scheme of things, she didn't really care about. After all, he'd only eaten the plants – it wasn't like he'd ripped the whole thing up. But not being as angry still meant that she had some choice words to deliver – her fury had just simmered a couple of levels to exasperation with a tinge of outrage. ”I still don't understand why you felt it acceptable to grab me in the first place.” Tempest griped, giving up entirely on freeing herself, apparent only to Mordekai, it seemed, by the stilling of her wings. ”How kind of you.” Tempest retorted dryly, barely stopping herself from rolling her eyes. His hand came towards her face, and though it moved slowly and his touch was gentle, she still flinched from the contact. Was it just her that thought the move was far too intimate?
If she had thought she was far too close to the were already, he very briefly made it worse. Or better. Tempest wasn't quite sure any more, and that in itself frustrated her. Sure he was attractive, she could admit that (to herself), but that didn't mean that his actions were acceptable. The almost crushing hug was bad (or good?) enough, but then before she knew it, she had been kissed and almost thrown into the air! Not quite sure what to do with herself, it was more muscle memory than conscious thought that kept her aloft as she touched her fingers to her cheek with a perplexed look on her face. Now what was that all about? Three seconds of wondering was enough, and Tempest's ire reminded her that civilised people didn't behave that way. Instead of fluttering aimlessly where he'd released her, Tempest shot around the side of her house with her hands clenched into fists, her lips pursed against another tirade.
She managed to catch up enough to see a large expanse of skin as he dived into the water, and Tempest's eyes widened in realisation. He had been naked that whole time! The redhaired fae blushed to the tips of her ears, and again, all of her words deserted her. For a moment, she just stared at the water, unable to process that information. As he surfaced, the noise snapped her back into her right mind, and she whizzed as quickly as she could to within a few feet of him, wary of staying outside of his arm's reach. Even before she stopped, she was berating him. ”Has no-one ever taught you how to behave around normal people?!” She asked, still shocked by his blatant lack of boundaries. ”People don't do things like that!!” Especially not to someone as temperamental as Tempest. ... by the way he treats his fellow animals. |
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Post by mordekai on Dec 30, 2017 22:55:58 GMT
He had just surfaced when the buzzing of her wings reached his keen hearing. Kai slicked his hair back, away from his face. There was a decent amount of dirt that had already leeched off of his skin into the water, though a green smear remained over his shoulder. She was talking again. Ranting again, even. Perhaps even scolding. Kai grinned up at her, his toes reaching to find the bottom of the area he was at. He wasn’t too deep into the lake yet, and though the bottom was soft, it was solid still. He chuckled at her, slowly moving in the water. She was so busy telling him that normal people didn’t do such things, that she didn’t notice him move through the water the short distance it took to put her within reach. Silly fire-bug, she wasn’t very far above the water. ”It sounds like you associate with pretty boring people, fire-bug.” And that was her only warning, before his hand launched from the water with a splash, fingers wrapping around her ankle firmly. Without hesitation, he pulled her down, dragging her into the water and pulling her under for what he thought was a well-deserved dunking.
In the process, he dunked himself as well, but he was better prepared for such an action. It didn’t take long for him to surface, his hands transferring where they gripped her with little thought for personal boundaries. As he dragged her up with him, his arm wrapped around her waist again, tugging her against him. Dragging her in with him had put him deeper within the water, and so his legs moved gently, treading the water and keeping them both afloat.
Baritone chuckles came from him as he kept her afloat while she sputtered, one hand moving to gently push her hair from her eyes. ”I thought you were going to make breakfast, fire-bug. I was going to make myself presentable for sitting at a table for you. Did you need a rinse too?” His deep voice fairly dripped with false innocence as he asked the questions, grinning at her like a cat that caught a canary.
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 31, 2017 1:28:47 GMT
you can judge a man's true character... The problem with Tempest and her temper was that she always got too caught up in sermonising, and failed to pay attention to the important things. Which, really, was how it had taken her until she had seen him at the lake to realise that he was completely naked. She had fallen into exactly the same trap again, except this time it was worse. She purposely wasn't looking at him, because she knew just how clear the waters of the lake were, and she just wasn't prepared for that kind of visual. It was far too early in the day, and he was practically a stranger for all his personal space invasion. From his previous actions, though, Tempest did concede later that she should have known better. When he spoke, Tempest resisted the urge to look down at him, instead focusing on the treetops that she had been shouting at in his stead. It wasn't a surprise then, really, that she hadn't noticed his slow progression towards her.
She had just uttered the first syllable of her scathing but truthful response when she was yanked out of mid-air. Her wings immediately tried to counter the downward force, but he was much stronger than she was, and Tempest only managed a shallow breath between her realisation and actually hitting the water. Unfortunately, that same water robbed what little breath she had managed to gather, and she broke the surface already attempting to rid the water from her system. Though she knew it was petty and pointless, Tempest punched him again, once more managing to find the exact spot she had been hammering at moments ago. She was nothing if not accurate. When she managed to finally stop coughing long enough to speak, her voice was hoarse, and she was pissed. ”My. Name. Is. Tempest.” She told him, each word punctuated with yet another punch. ”And get off me!” She demanded, pushing uselessly at his chest. Why was it so much worse now that she knew he was naked?
Again, he managed to shatter her personal bubble, and she was back in his embrace. Though a small part of her didn't want to complain, the stronger, angrier side of her won out, as so often it did. She shook her head as he tried to push her hair out of her eyes, only succeeding in spraying both of them with more water as she tried to remove his hands from her face. Not that it mattered, of course, as they were both completely drenched. ”Unless you happened to bring any clothes with you, there's fat chance of that happening.” Tempest huffed, trying to keep her eyes on his face now, rather than wandering over his bare shoulders and chest. She pushed away from him enough to allow herself to cross her arms over her chest as her eyebrows lowered and gathered into a frown again. ”And no, I did not, thank you very much.” She was tempted to smack the smug smile off his face, but she didn't think she could handle any more laughter at her expense quite yet.
This time, instead of struggling, Tempest simply refused to move at all, letting the silence stretch out until she looked pointedly at him. ”Are you quite done?”
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Post by mordekai on Dec 31, 2017 7:08:48 GMT
Tempest. What a delightful name for the little fire-bug. She certainly had the temper worthy of the name, and an accuracy better than lightning. She objected to his helping with her hair, and indeed, seemed to object to him in general. He chuckled as she sprayed them with water from her hair, grumping at him some more, this time about his general lack of clothing as she pushed away from him again. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and Kai shifted slightly. He let her lean back, simply keeping her buoyed above the water without forcing her closer. Rather than struggle against his grip, she simply went still, letting the silence stretch.
He didn’t stop grinning at her, simply waiting with a great deal of patience until her own ran out and she looked at him directly again, asking if he was done. Kai chuckled softly, kicking through the water in such a fashion as to move them slowly towards where his feet could touch the ground again. Once they could, he shifted his grip on her, reaching down to swing her knees up onto one arm, and cradling her in his arms against his chest and wading toward the shore. His answer to her was simple. ”I am never done, Tempest.” He purred her name, carrying her effortlessly out of the water. Once they were upon shore he set her carefully to her feet and grinned at her. ”You agreed to feed me. If you refuse to allow me to sit bare, then perhaps a blanket or towel would useful, unless you truly wish to clothe me as well.”
He shook himself, much like an animal, sending water spraying everywhere, particularly from his long, dark hair. Afterwards, he slicked it away from his face, and grinned at her once again. Galantly, and dramatically, he bowed to her. ”Lead the way, oh beauty of my eyes… I throw myself upon your mercy, for I am starving and fear I may faint soon without sustenance.”
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Dec 31, 2017 15:37:35 GMT
you can judge a man's true character... Tempest didn't do well with silence – even when it was self-imposed. While she worked, she would mutter away to herself, working through the problems that her experiments posed. And it wasn't like she ever got any peace at the infirmary. The quietest time for Tempest was actually when she was sleeping, though she had been known to talk even then. Though it was she that dictated the length of the silence, she would have stretched it for longer, were it not for the fact that she was overly aware of her captor's lack of attire, and she was eager to be free of his arms. Was it a bad thing that this was the most intimate she had been with anyone in over a year?
As he laughed, Tempest glared at him again. ”Really, I don't understand what is so amusing to you.” Ugh, she'd never understand people. The very same things that seemed to irritate her amused others – they were all clearly deranged. She huffed as he swung her legs around to carry her bridal-style out of the water. Though his grip wasn't bruising, she was aware that any attempt to remove herself before he allowed it would ultimately end in failure. His reflexes were quicker than hers, and it had already been proved that he was far stronger.
How exactly was it possible that him saying her name was worse than being called a bug? ”Maybe”, a little voice in the back of her mind suggested, “it's because you don't actually dislike it”. For the first time, Tempest frowned at herself rather than the were. ”Shut up.” She told herself, ever eloquent in denial. Tempest huffed as he set her down on the banks, shooting him a scathing look from the corner of her eye. She was careful, though, to only aim the expression about a foot over her own head. Looking anywhere else was entirely inappropriate and completely unnecessary – as she told that little part of her that wanted to take a peek. Ignoring the fact that he seemed to only want to be clothed in order to placate her, Tempest rolled her eyes as she turned away from him, studiously ignoring his bareness. ”I'll find something.” She promised, more to herself than him, shaking the excess water from her wings and wringing out her hair.
His gallantry did not amuse her, though it was kind of nice to be called beautiful – even if she didn't believe him. She tutted at his drama and shook her head. ”You males can be so ridiculous at times, you know.” Sh didn't wait for a response as she took off, aiming directly for her cottage. As she flew, she muttered, grumbling to herself. ”Idiotic were, pulling me into the lake and soaking me, forcing me to feed him...” She didn't land as she reached her house, instead flying straight through the door that she'd left wide open in her annoyance. She glanced at her time piece only to realise that merely twenty minutes had passed. How strange. Twenty minutes ago, there had been a horse in her garden, and now she was apparently entertaining a giant, naked man. That reminded her. Tempest flung open a couple of chests, riffling through piles of garments that her mother had made. Surely she wouldn't miss one pair of breeches?
With a triumphant sound, Tempest pulled out a pair of trousers that appeared to be the right size (not that she'd managed to have a good look at his lower half), and a white cotton shirt quickly followed. She left the folded garments on the kitchen table, and turned to start chopping vegetables. When she felt more than heard his presence in the doorway, Tempest pointed to them without turning round. ”Get dressed or get out.” She demanded, though her tone was somewhat softer than it had been previously. ... by the way he treats his fellow animals. |
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Post by mordekai on Jan 1, 2018 10:51:17 GMT
Mordekai followed Tempest's path, slightly slower as he walked on his own feet and was giving himself time to dry from his dip into the lake. By the time he walked around the corner of her cottage and into the doorframe, she was already beginning to prepare food. Her voice snapped out at him, not quite the whip that it was before, ordering him to get dressed. He wasn't meek about it, but merely obeyed, stepping into the house and picking up the clothing. He didn't even bother walking out of the kitchen, but merely pulled the breeches on, one leg at a time. They were not exactly too small, but they were a bit snug, and he didn't bother to tie them along the waist, lest he break the string. The shirt he pulled over his head, please to find that the neck dipped down deeply into a 'v' on the neck, leaving a chunk of his chest exposed to the air. he tucked this into the pants, leaving him covered and decent, by the social norm standards.
Kai shifted slightly in the clothing, feeling a little uncomfortable. But she had insisted, and provided. And so he didn't object to the just barely tight pants that outlined his legs so carefully, or the shirt that turned his chest from blatantly showing off to the hint of muscles underneath cloth. He stood there for a moment straightening the cuffs on the shirt, and fiddling with the laces that would close the neck if he cared to. He left it open instead, enjoying how the gentle stirring of air flowed throught he cotten shirt.
Carefully, bare feet moved across the floor, bringing him closer to Tempest. When he spoke again, his voice was a smooth baritone that was lowering closer to her ear, quiet and silken as honey. "Thank you, Tempest." His hands, though the calluses upon them were easily felt, were gently as the landed upon her shoulders. It was only a brief contact this time, and he didn't pull her lcose at all. Instead, he merely rubbed gently at the muscles of her back, shoulders and neck. It was gentle but firm, kneading from her spine outward before he withdrew, moving to sit at the table.
He settled his bulk into one of the chairs, leaning back and kicking his long legs out. Obviously, he was not any more uncomfortable inside her house than he was outside of it. The shirt spilled open with the angle, hinting at the strong chest beneath it. His lips split into the same, roguish grin as before as he looked at Tempest, studying her while she wasn't looking directly at him. After a brief moment though, he broke the silence. "What are you making?" Genuine curiosity filled his voice, and he dragged a hand through his hair, untangling it gently with his fingers. Sharp blue eyes stared at Tempest, his smile turning him handsome.
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