-h'mh," incremental gift from the throat coinciding the following retreat behind their drawn curtains shared favorable conditions for lean shape's gravitation in towards where wedge of limbs could not deny them straight away, but lo' chance for depth's enhance and meek break with those volumes equally so, lest their very forms shatter under anything more profound to their ears, "and I, you; with all my heart."
City Elf	Old Man	14 minutes ago	Nearer still, that breezes of their own make found readable and eyes refused stray from their fixations opposite. "A'heh," preliminary notes responsive against their distinct share of proximity; little wonder that enrapterous feels had to find vent somewhere. So why not there? Dearest Raven could not be the only among them with ranges of audio most pleasant as he could vouch on behalf of captured songbirds. Nor could they deny mutual sense of burst at the seams if they held those simple precious words in any longer--or for too long, but hereabouts an elven miss would require outlets more immediate under thus catches and stamps of declaration renewed and ensuring carry over into evers for. The borders sought their open to say, and in this case, welcome incoming set to reciprocated cradle and fasten.
City Elf	Old Man	29 minutes ago	Only not so, at least ne'er coming to its end there, 'haps likened to a phoenix and rising up once more and fly again at side. Airs certainly felt under wing around then, invitations on the table from through opened violet curtains where still vessels svelte were hardly as patient as they appeared. He would not find his way in soon enough as the record would stand and seek lay of choice hint through receptive turn and accommodating bends shape all in tandem with lonely fingers making 'leap' for lengths of forearm and feeding up along until their delicate lays find the soothing clasps across her at the wrists. Zilyana intent to keep them and should she be able, to angle those bending limbs to grace the length of her frame with their presence if not too the suggestion of pressures.
City Elf	Old Man	36 minutes ago	See the essence therein teeming with life and the ceaseless spiritual attachment forged from brightest stars in one's twin moon sky, to the very vessel of mighty beats corroborating with the tales of entwine's beginnings, that permission inward remained in full force and found itself insisted upon at every available breath. Innate draw of roseate bows conveyed those feelings to their fullest capacity where words fell short. Ah... he might convince her to free up the lone which binds feelers to his own, if she must. Under hopeful glimpses that they may find rest upon her elsewhere, anywhere, soon enough -- given towards flits of survey and wonder brimming, stoking fires of anticipation. Would it subtract from an pearl already flashed in full bloom for cheeky recite? Hardly so, just as much the end of him as he was of her, instances many where imagined was his silver tongue reducing her to ash from burning so hot.
City Elf	Old Man	46 minutes ago	Not to mention wholly welcome alongside, yet spontaneity and appeals towards routes of tenderness less traveled, the man could log his findings as a success in winning focus of those gold-touched jewels away from a rigid trunk. May Zilyana go on to encourage it through some inkling of shift if not beckon to passing roves with alike knuckles into the roughened pads midst indulgence of their wants. Feel of extremities till recollection may carry out with irrefutable accuracy; encouraged and a subject inspiring longing for the genuine article, it was no surprise that such applications should find award in sidles nearer still even if only a modicum towards ultimate prize. But soon, mind -- as self-image would rank one fiery proprietress as clever for her turn of speech in the interim.
City Elf	Old Man	46 minutes ago	Meanwhile the moments prior dedicated themselves to fond passes over nearby shapes all of which assuredly living whilst only two sufficiently produced their own detectable heat and could respond to such. To that end, trees given special place among their combined cache of reflections was not the most reactive sort -- barely swaying branches under cool sea breezes and a degree of heaviness clung even amid wind forces stronger and little else. But they, as Raven did, could spread the coarse branches of his own in efforts to dull by fraction the gnaw of his growing appetite for tactile savor. Ever the greedy one, although she could hardly blame him; Zilyana's increasingly unkempt beau with a degree of charm all its own, induced radiance across those freckled stretches towards cheekbones with unexpected ease.
City Elf	Old Man	46 minutes ago	Similarly to Raven's drops of reminder concerning his own island status midst tittered chide; though listen and well, she wouldn't quickly cast it away. "Mmmn-," playing up her resistance to says and with crimp along her nasal bridge to drive the point home. Alas, for an elf newly learned to ways newer age than she's originally accustom to, she'd not retained enough to make a valid supporting claims. "P'uh," out witted, but only just then, and see how swiftly Zilyana had sought to clear way for her own point of 'vantage with preying those vulnerable links in his worldly chain. One could never be too sure if those ears were moonlighting as a pair of horns and here they made stand to bring that theory foundation.
City Elf	Old Man	47 minutes ago	This could not be more accurate than in moments of first introductions to holiday themed wears when alone with only her souring mood for company. T'was an on and off again flip of personal view, mind; the ease of slip back into moody disposition too great without company owning her highest regards there to knock out the dents to her elfish pride. And thusly exposing loophole into other public showings less than ideal, under sights of seas exclusively, and she denied it not --though she said nothing either beyond the stifled pops of mirthful bubbles over the thought; a private showing of those reputation compromising colors may find itself slipping into the tallies of Raven's win column, but do not think she'll be caught making any selections. Customizing present ensemble was another matter entirely, she'd argue.
City Elf	Old Man	47 minutes ago	Hilarity had not been far from the notion when considering things such as discipline were known to any extent between the two by parties more familiar in addition to those previously given mention. Too whimsical were they, thus even by their takes the idea might incur tickle across periodically used seals. Daresay encouragements may reside within uncovered two cents, provoking lovers into enforcing their own flair for shock, awe, and outside regrets specifically felt by those who could appropriately denounce their affiliations with the she-elf, the chatty wanderer, or both. Aye, with immense certitude the degenerate duo would make unnamed clods red as scant attire and eat their own words. ... Even the ones that later arrived as partial truth, given one point or another similar depreciating thoughts once passed through ebony shrouded head.
City Elf	Old Man	47 minutes ago	Fie on such galleries then and their legumes directly associated! Let them uncover the truth at the next available opportunity and feel its harsh strike against mugs left to semi-permanent gawk. Should they presumptuously fall in line to write off time away from cruel environs as a means to see this particular upstart soften at edges, that fault was clearly their own. Zilyana made no efforts to conceal her rough upbringing or least of all how it decreed her sculpt into present state. So really, the lot of them ought to be diagnosed as deaf, blind, as well as dumb were that the case, for no other reasons would do. Absolutely proper that man versed as Raven should accurately read and tell of the bladed listener's persisting whet. Sharp as the day they'd met and learning of a slightly more disciplined wield. Reiterate on the slightly, for it warrants a second coming, and arguably so towards both on each account.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Raven came to her, slipping touches free of hers that she may set them unto him, and he in turn as he made that meager pace forward with splays of five on either side telegraphing their destinations just beneath a narrower jawline. Calloused pads set against, instituting uplift as he sidled into receptive wings for the succor of fostered heats. "H'ohh..." Outpour dressing breath in notes of astonishment, strewn locks at forward dangle as his crane positioned him overhead, gazing down into priceless treasures as he bore his heart once more. "I love you." As he had on a reunion he could not possibly anticipate, and would forevermore, taking her thusly by the marginal dip to seal sentiments with a cushioned lay of darker tiers. Due possession; it was the only substitute for tender looks, where covers drew over oceans two and he could pull savors through each mingle of mesh.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Permit him a moment of initial confusion, incredulous of impending correction. One thing to call her on a misunderstanding of civil status, but surely he had not emblazoned defining moments into his memory banks with glaring inaccuracies? A cruel trick to play upon a head ostensibly fearful of faulty recollection, borders at slightest part as he held breath to hang off her own. Corners in waiting saw fit then to pull higher and uncover those uppermost rows in exhibitions purest. "H'eh..." This woman. She'll be the end of him; the end of that aimless husk that washed up those shores so many moons ago. Mark his intentions too honest for lowly crooks, aquatic stares unwilling to sever their ardent tethers toward as Zilyana drew open those curtains to invite him forth.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Zilyana's own feelers -- her touch -- he knew them. Ohh, knew them wonderfully well, and yet there he was in a spell intent on retracing those outlines that he may mold them from recollection if need be. Nothing particularly strange about the errant impetus, oft' driven to fascinations curbed through contact, cessation finding way if only to engage the other elsewhere, finding cues from her own disarmament to undo what unpleasantly pointy baubles yet hung off his person. One wandering mitt feeling about whilst flits traded, and inevitably settled, from sacred bark far more relevant to they onto sweet saucers that may hold his attention indefinitely. Ever listening, darling Zilyana, as the careless drops of sheathed blades short and its compacted first resounded by thumps and leafy crinkles.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Upkeep could wait, duties could wait; he could not. Let him linger there with claps assuredly snug, lost to pleasant reminiscence and its multitude of branching paths fit for momentary wander, supping the evidence of Zilyana's being under grip of affirmation. Aye, thoughts alone were affecting enough to spur fey faeries into heartening flutters, but incontestable presence to sweeten the conclusion of a refreshing journey afar had excited the very same forces into ardent burn. Thereabouts the rougher portions of weave figured themselves wantsome even amongst their slender bedfellows, feeding up out from their furls over the turns of her knuckle to satiate tactile appetites where the fingers were joined. Particular interest in those proximal lengths, it seemed, raking sweet strokes over-top while thicker wedges squirmed alongside the captivated extremities.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Thus spoke a freeman of Dahngrest, owing allegiance by oath alone and little else. High off an appeal toward technicalities, insisting she then throw out the rest of his branding if one portion refused to hold up under the closest accessible fact. They'd simply have to redefine ol' Raven, and it should not be very long until he provided the minxish mind with ample reason to count him among the worst to grace their uncanny island. Ostentatious, guileful, and deviant debauchee; unapologetic of all accounts, though watch as those surface level attributes came to yield for the resurfacing of depths assuredly marked by the elven author of his extended legend. Substance beneath lurid plumage, hiding away as certainly as stars did 'neath tatters in forest green, softening the oily hook on his maw that a curve most fond could supersede it amid an increasingly neglected bed of bristles.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Whatever the case may be; wounded, was he, though he held that eager tongue that he may better bolster the shoddiest fib ever to slip free of his sly mouth. A repute so inconsistent, by his own accounts no less, that she might not have been blamed for taking those laughable implications at face value were she not equipped with an overabundance of knowing. No, he gave himself far too much credit in that regard, betraying himself on fresh encounters by way of ineffectual sweet-talk and shameless brandish of a freeloader's greed. Nevertheless, twin slivers bobbed up in answer, drawing attentions toward that he may pass on the internal motion to chuck a chortle, opting instead to call her efforts through one husky rasp. "Zilyana'hh..." Tsk. It seemed she were operating on misinformation, and he would amend this post-haste. "I ain't a citizen."
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Had he the pep in an occasionally springy step, deigning instead to fall in line as stalwart at her side and be led onward, he might have drawn further attention to such a defensive rejection. Just what exactly was she trying to tell him, hm? At the risk of conceit, Raven thought the swatches positively fetching when they hung off his figure. Hues vivid and bold, telling of opinions overstated in the realms of beauty, love, and freedom utmost -- the core tenets of Raven the Great -- should find its due share to complement one whose sensibilities bordered on spartan when not masquerading as Terca Lumireis' atypical natives. Perhaps she thought they merely suited him best? Complements to complexions darker, floral sweeps contrasting its underlay of rugged hardness seasoned to taste by bristles and other flavors of lifelong wear.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Neither barmaid nor tour guide, but one could make the case for promotional doll to be lavished in the unwanted gifts of situational strips complementing whatever promotion had been served to an influx of patrons old or new, and while Raven made his utterly motivated attempts to fit her into palettes less-than ideal, he did so with the knowing of one condition outlined well before its more recent utterance. --His eyes alone. By that logic, let the seas that sat atop shaded shores be the sole host for a bombshell's luxuriation, however awkward those lighter dyes may treat her under public scrutiny. Where impulses dictated they align themselves as close as the elements could allow -- be they natural or social -- there should be nary a worry that shame may find an opportunity to worm its way between.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Impressive, though by no means striking him as an outstanding surprise, that Zilyana could maintain loud apprehensions regarding assigned summerwear and other like costumes allocated without consideration to personal, pointier aesthetics. Moxie and mettle may well be the lifeblood flowing throughout the selfsame channels that oft' stole the freckles from her face, though sorts that knew of her infamous rebellions only in passing may suggest that conditioning from the island powers that be ought to have quelled some measure of resistance. Those such commentators could not claim the same familiarity with the she-elf's backbone as the archer in arm, of this point they should be oh so certain.