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Post by mordekai on Jan 19, 2018 4:57:47 GMT
She yanked at his hair, which only caused a grin to spread further along his lips as her words came sternly, laughter in her beautiful eyes. And she spoke his name, in her stern, lecturing voice that wavered with her smile. The man made a soft noise of happiness, his voice soft. ”Please, Tempest, beautiful ruby of mine heart, call me Kai. Only my mother calls me my full name.” He tightened his grip on her, pulling her against his torso, and burying his face against her skin for a moment. His mother hadn't called him anything in a long time, but the lie was effortless, and far easier than explaining about his and Khaal's odd friendship.
This day had gone so completely differently than he expected, but in a good way. He had no objection to it. In fact, he was quite honestly debating sticking around the area to see what happened. Who knew? Maybe she would come to like him even more? Who knew what could happen? Kai kissed Tempest's neck and then pulled away once again, his eyes sparkling at her over his grin. One hand slid to caress her cheek before he asked once again, his voice charming and his smile boyishly mischievous. "Are you hungry, Tempest?"
Idly, he thought for a moment as he waited for her to reply, taking a moment to remember where he had left the sapphire he had been wearing as a horse. It took a few moments to remember that he had dropped it by his chair in the kitchen, when he had put on the clothing she had dug out from somewhere. Good. It was easily found. He would have to put it back on before he continued on his way. Hopefully she would be so kind as to feed him once more.
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Head Healer
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Post by Tempest Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2018 22:20:52 GMT
you can judge a man's true character...
She had expected an entirely different reaction, if she was being truthful. Ordinarily, people – men, for some reason, especially – disliked any sort of injury or pain. Though she hadn’t pulled particularly hard, she had still expected a shocked yelp, a frown, even a hurt expression. A normal response. Instead, she got a smile and a noise that didn’t sound at all disagreeable. She supposed that was lucky, really – he could just as easily have flown into a rage – but she couldn’t help the quick flash of surprise that ran over her features. Thinking on it, though, it was slightly ridiculous to think that she could ever actually hurt him.
Sometimes Mordekai spoke as if he was from the previous century – it was both strange and a little bit endearing. Then, Tempest realized with a laugh that it was entirely possible that she did the same thing. After all, she was eighty five this year, and had herself been born in the previous century. Now, she wasn’t at all sure how old Kai was, but she would safely wager that he was at least twenty years older than her. Not that she was going to ask him, of course. Aside from it being completely unnecessary, apart from to satisfy her own curiosity, it was hardly the type of conversation one had while curled up in bed. Despite the dated vocabulary, though, there wasn’t any way she could deny his request when he’d asked so nicely. ”As you wish... Kai.”
As Kai kissed her neck, Tempest nuzzled his in return, nipping lightly at his earlobe. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he pulled away – though she wasn't quite willing to pout, the urge to was there. She considered the question as if it was a serious one, and not the pleading for feeding that she knew it really was. In the end, though, it still wasn't a lie when she spoke. ”I could eat.” She shot a glance over her shoulder, back towards the kitchen area, and this time, the pout did surface, if only for a second. Reluctantly, she pulled one of the several blankets from the bed, holding it closed by her right shoulder as she rolled off the bed and padded across the room, wincing at the feeling of the cold stone on her bare feet. With her free hand, she stoked the fire, adding a handful of kindling to the flames before washing her hand in the sink. Her hands danced indecisively over several different ingredients as she tried to make a decision, her brow creasing slightly as she glanced over at Kai. It wasn't just a simple matter of what she could make – now she actually wanted him to enjoy it. ”What would you like to eat?” Perhaps it was better to ask than to guess.
... by the way he treats his fellow animals.
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Post by mordekai on Jan 28, 2018 23:51:06 GMT
She didn't quite pout when he pulled away, but he could see the desire. Amusement flooded him, and she spoke once again, agreeing to call him by his nickname. He smiled. See? She liked him. He would definitely have to stick around a little while. Just to make sure she remembered that she liked him. That way they could enjoy quite a bit of each other's company. Yes. That would be delightful. A moment later she answered his question of whether she was hungry, and then she did pout. Absolutely adorably, though he refrained from saying such a thing. Instead, he merely watched as she wrapped herself in one of the blankets, stepping back into the kitchen.
Quietly, watching her as she kindled the fire back to life and then hesitated, as if debating what to make. As she did so, Kai rose from the bed, leaving it rumpled as he pulled the set of pants on. He tied them only to ensure they didn't simply fall off, and stepped out, barefoot, with his hair framing his face and falling loose around bare shoulders. Even as she glanced to him, her brow creasing as she asked what he'd like to eat, he stepped toward her. His movements were slightly predatory, he couldn't help it. She was delectable and so very... vulnerable, despite her fiery, red-headed temper. With a grin, he metaphorically pounced, sweeping her, and the blanket she was wrapped in, into a warm embrace, and kissing her for a long moment until they both were breathless.
He held her close for a moment with one arm around her waist, the other pushing her hair away from her face to kiss her gently once again before he spoke. "It isn't about what I want to eat, lady. What do you want to eat?" He smirked slightly at the possible innuendo before spinning lightly, pulling her feet from the ground and placing himself closer to the cooking implements than her, and making it quite clear that he intended to take over the actual cooking. At least, unless she named something particularly difficult. He could cook, but he was not the expert. A passable could, he could manage most plain cooking. He had to learn, when he had first come to Khaal, when he had served the man in more ways besides simply as company and horse.
With a smile at Tempest, he gently urged her toward the dining room table, and began to move about the kitchen.
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