gwyndolaire stuff

[10:19 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin has been more... energetic lately, following that hibernation period he'd had. He's certain he may have another sooner or later, with the way his knight companion insists on his regular bedrest. But for now, sleep is at least a somewhat regular occurrence, if now only for a single night at a time. He still feels the fatigue of nearly a thousand years without rest, but it's lesser now, enough that he tires much less easily when he goes out on walks with his kindly, affectionate knight, letting them stay out longer, to talk and enjoy each others' company.

Like today! Goodness, but have they had quite an outing! It's been hours, most likely, and Gwyndolin is starting to feel some of the edge of tiredness, but mostly just enough to take a sit someplace, let his snakes relax and enjoy spreading out across the warm, sunlit marble, while Solaire plays his lute and Gwyndolin smiles shyly at him from behind the lacey fringe of his parasol, eyes twinkling...
[10:29 AM]   Sunlit Solaire keeps on flubbing the complicated strum he's trying to get down, but Gwyndolin-- kind, sweet, beautiful Gwyndolin-- seems to hardly mind (or possibly just doesn't really notice it, not knowing the song), and so Solaire has been carrying on with only slight hesitations, sitting so close to Gwyndolin...

Ahhh, the past few weeks have been... so good! Spending time in the light of Gwyndolin's presence, showing him how he cares, wanting to... wanting to... well, wanting to be close to Gwyndolin, wanting to tell him how much he loves him, wanting to hold his hand every moment (and hold the rest of him when his mind wanders), and it's his wandering mind that compels him to adlib in lyrics, singing sweetly to Gwyndolin, "And my love hides behind a fringe of soft lace/but nothing can hide how lovely his face--" Hmm. "Is?" Oh well, doesn't scan, he strums his lute anyways and ducks in under the fringe, and says, adoringly, and rather close to Gwyndolin, "Though you're even lovelier without anything between us."
[10:37 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin doesn't know the tune, know, but even if he did, he'd hardly mind- it's well enough that Solaire is playing for him at all that makes it sound much sweeter to his ears, fills him with warmth even more than the false sun that hangs in the sky. So when Solaire starts to try ad-libbing in lyrics, only to stumble slightly, Gwyndolin lifts his fingertips to his lips as he giggles brightly, cheeks rosy- but then Solaire joins him under the fringe, and follows it with even more flirtatious lyrics, and Gwyndolin gives such a soft little gasp when Solaire's face is suddenly so close to his...

Shyly, demurely, he turns his twinkling gaze away, even as his fingertips fail to hide a flattered smile. And then, in a soft, singing voice following along with Solaire's melody, Gwyndolin chimes in with a little lyric of his own, "But thine own handsome face is one I truly love to discuss..."
[10:44 AM]   Sunlit Solaire turns pink, and laughs, bashfully, and says, not singing anymore though he still strums away, "Surely the most handsome thing about my face is the reflection of you in my eyes, my lord, for you far outstrip me in every aspect of your beauty." He bumps his knee against Gwyndolin's as he scoots a little closer, until he could probably lay his head on Gwyndolin's shoulder-- or the other way around. "Your moonlight eyes make me moon for you," he sings,  "And you warm me more than... a hearty... stew?"

Hmm. He stumbles to a stop, contemplating that lyric, and says, "Perhaps I should work these out on paper before trying to sing them, for you are much too fine to be compared to stew."
[10:50 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin makes little soft bashful noises as Solaire flirts and flirts, but doesn't shy away a single inch as Solaire shifts closer beside him. Instead, he even leans slightly against Solaire... just slightly! He giggles at the next fumbled lyric, though, and turns his eyes back to Solaire. "Hmmm, I think I would suggest "the sun's bright hue", but I am sure I have already made myself clear that I feel that thou art the truly sunny one between the two of us."

He giggles again, more softly this time, and looking at Solaire with such warmth and fondness in those pretty moonlight eyes. "If thou doth in fact write me a song, I would love to hear it, my knight."
[10:53 AM]   Sunlit Solaire blushes more, and laughs again, leaning into Gwyndolin's closeness, lowering the lute out of his way and leaning it against the wall they're perched on. "I don't know if I can write a song as perfect as you are, but if you help me with lyrics like that, perhaps it could be done..." He raises a hand, and brushes his fingertips through Gwyndolin's hair before wrapping his arm, daringly, around Gwyndolin's waist, hand resting on his hip.
[10:55 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin shockingly, offers little protest, aside from a sheepish laugh, and a quiet, "Thou art terribly forward, Sir Knight..." But aside from that, he comments no further, instead humming softly. "I would rather enjoy the surprise of thine own lyrics, if it pleases thee. I'm sure I would find it pleasant regardless... Ah, but I must say, I miss the sound of thy lute already."
[10:56 AM]   Sunlit Solaire blinks up at him, and says, "Ah-- would you rather I played my lute than kiss you on the cheek? Because I was about to do the latter, my lord..."
[10:59 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin blushes deeply, and opens and closes his mouth a couple times as he fumbles with speech, before shakily regaining his composure. "Is... Is it not a reasonable wish that I could have both at once?" He says, voice a bit high, "But then, I would not have thy hand so gently upon me... Such a dilemma thou hast left me with!"
[11:01 AM]   Sunlit Solaire says, "Well, I cannot do both at once... so I'm afraid I must continue what I'm already doing, my lord," and kisses his blushing cheek, smiling to himself.
[11:05 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin makes a soft noise when his cheek is kissed, which warms slightly under Solaire's lips as they grow redder. "Th... This pleases me, at least..." He says, his voice nearly a whisper... And as Solaire might pull away, Gwyndolin turns his face to his, following him slightly, though he hesitates here and there for a few moments each... But he's leaned in slightly in the end, nearly enough for their noses to touch, and more than enough for him to shyly look Solaire in the eyes, despite the effort it takes his demure heart, his own eyes still twinkling like moonbeams. He says no more, but those eyes, the way he's suddenly looking into the other man's eyes... They speak more than his words could, beckoning, pleading...
[11:14 AM]   Sunlit Solaire is... not completely oblivious, and his breath brushes Gwyndolin's lips, coming quick and startled for a second-- but then Solaire closes his eyes, and leans closer, and presses another soft kiss to Gwyndolin's petal-smooth skin, this time against his sweet mouth...

He's wanted to do this for APPROXIMATELY FOREVER and the contact feels like lightning down his spine, lightning that curls low in his gut to warm and electrify him as much as any battle.
[11:17 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin briefly, so briefly, nudges forward as Solaire closes that remaining gap between them, nudging his nose against the other man's, his silvery lashes fluttering- and then his eyes fall shut as he feels Solaire's lips finally, for the very first time, press against his own, and... And it's like the sun has relit itself within him, he feels so terribly warm inside and out, his breath shudders and halts with a tiny noise in his throat, and he just... melts, letting out a long, relieved, pleased sigh into their kiss, and so much pent up desire and frustration goes with it, pouring out over the both of them like a shroud, a vapor, and it's all he can do to not throw himself upon Solaire entirely, instead pressing his own lips more firmly into the kiss, eagerly smooching Solaire back. "Mh...!"
[11:29 AM]   Sunlit Solaire is VERY GLAD that his kiss isn't unwelcome-- is extremely welcome, even, if he's not misjudging, and he makes a very, very happy little noise as Gwyndolin reciprocates eagerly, draping his other arm over Gwyndolin's lap and linking his fingers together on his beloved god's hip, holding him loosely in his warm, strong arms. "Mmmmh," he says, encouragingly, and parts his lips a little, tongue just touching Gwyndolin's lower lip-- ohhh, how can anyone have lips so smooth and plump and perfect? Solaire feels like his own must be chapped like tree bark in comparison, but Gwyndolin has yet to object to them...
[11:34 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin's lips are terribly smooth and soft, finer even than the silks he wears... But if Solaire's lips are rough and chapped, he doesn't mind at all, possibly relishes in it even, relishing in what little details makes Solaire delightfully rugged, contrasting so delightfully with his inherent sweetness... Gwyndolin's free hand presses suddenly to Solaire's chest, but rather than push him away, it instead slides up to the man's shoulder, and then to his neck, to curl around and cup against the back of it, at his hairline, under his ponytail. Gwyndolin shudders slightly at the feeling of Solaire's tongue teasing at his lip, and gives a shaky breath as he parts his own lips- damn his vows of chastity to be honest... let him have his first kiss then also be unchaste.
[11:37 AM]   Sunlit Solaire is VERY encouraged, and slips his tongue into Gwyndolin's cool mouth-- oh, by the sun, it's like... it's as good as he ever could have imagined, and he quivers a little, arms tightening around Gwyndolin and hands unlinking from each other to instead spread over his hip and belly, broad and warm and eager as he touches Gwyndolin's tongue with his, their noses nudged together, their breath mingling between them. He could breath in Gwyndolin, drink in his sweetness and his softness, for all of time...
[11:44 AM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin could spend the rest of eternity until the eventual cold and darkness settles around them and then some kissing Solaire, and be truly the happiest and most comfortable being in existence. He might tell Solaire so, sometime. But not when his mouth is so busy accepting the other man's tongue, wet and oddly cool. He makes another sweet, soft noise in his throat, melting further, leaning more into Solaire's embrace, his lips pressed more firm against Solaire's, his nose slotting beside the other's, the only thing stopping him from curling both arms around Solaire being his grip on his parasol. "Mmmh...!" He presses his tongue happily, if somewhat shyly against Solaire's, experimentally, testing out the taste of him, the odd contrast of their bodily temperatures, and Solaire might notice an odd crease or dimple down the front center of Gwyndolin's sweet, fruit and tea-flavored tongue, but nothing more from that.
[12:03 PM]   Sunlit Solaire squirms a little closer, gasping softly into Gwyndolin's mouth, warmth filling him, radiating out from his gut-- a deep, visceral feeling of heat and electricity, making him want to move, to hold, to kiss and touch...

He breaks the kiss, rubbing their noses together, and says, "A moment, dear Gwyndolin!" in a breathless, eager voice, before pulling away and hopping off their seat-- so he can instead stand before Gwyndolin, between his skirted knees, and wrap his arms around him again, and kiss his chin and jaw and lips, eagerly.
[12:09 PM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin whines softly when the kiss is broken, and Solaire pulls away- the betrayal! His eyes open to look at Solaire, shimmering with eagerness, and yet so terribly pleading for his return, all forlorn in the few moments without Solaire's lips against his... And then Solaire is close to him again, between Gwyndolin's knees, with he reflexively tries to press together, only to gently squeeze Solaire between them, his snakes starting to encircle around the man's feet and ankles.

"Kn-Knight Solaire..." He breathes into the smooches he's finally given again, trembling just slightly in the man's embrace, his hand resting against Solaire's shoulder, eyes half falling shut and fluttering with want.
[12:14 PM]   Sunlit Solaire hesitates for a second, then-- shyly-- rubs his hands up his beautiful god's back, under Gwyndolin's shawl and jewelry, and very softly says, lips brushing Gwyndolin's jaw, "I like you... VERY much, my lord. More than anyone else in all the world, if-- if I am to be honest. I would... very much... like to continue kissing you for a very long time." He nudges his nose alongside Gwyndolin's, and spread his fingers over his blouse, over his shoulderblades. "Would you like thae?"
[12:14 PM]   Sunlit Solaire : ((**that))
[12:35 PM]   Dark Sun-Gwyndolin makes... a soft noise, as Solaire feels shyly up his back, under his shawls, the feeling of Solaire's lips moving against his skin making him shiver, and his words making him shiver more, and the way his hands spread against his shoulderblades make Gwyndolin take a shaky breath before his speaks, only just at a breathless whisper. "I... would very much love that..." He breathes, and then hesitates, before... before positively batting his lashes a moment, and nuzzling his nose in a little bunnykiss against Solaire's, his eyes positively sparkling as he looks into the other man's, and says, slowly, gently, and terribly bravely, "I would even d-dare to say that... I very much love you, Solaire."
[01:32 PM]   Sunlit Solaire makes a small, shocked noise, but-- oh!! oh!!! "Ah, Gwyndolin...!" he says, and nearly sheds tears, for he has... he has been told he's loved, by Gwyndolin, in the most familiar way-- "I love you too, I love you so much, my dearest Gwyndolin," he says, breathlessly, and sniffs back tears, and pulls Gwyndolin against his chest for an eager kiss, full on the mouth, arms wrapped around him and every inch of him tingling like he's stepped through a lightning storm and into the bright glory of noon.