"Well then--dreamin' loudly, anyhow... I thought something was outside," there came the whinge, albeit light on the despairing heighten of her pitch; lest she render herself mute in the quiet exchanges.
City Elf	Old Man	11 minutes ago	P'sh! Have to be heartless. Assuredly she was not, he knew it as she knew it, and more so. Witness and listen well; wild-haired temptresses are known to be good sports, "Oh?" ... Go on. Zilyana wants to hear the whole story, but lo' how that tune changed from adamant to baffled in the same breath. ...Couches, couches on roof tops, he says. Earning a thoroughly confused look twisting itself upon those freckle-dressed features and a pair of amber gems unable to keep still, as if dizzy while trying to create some sense in it; ultimately they settled back upon the weary charmer, fortunate the bias remained of beneficial side the scale. "I... see," suckled air, at last, the debt repaid for maltreatment; palm and lengths of fingers applying gentler squeeze and a sweeping rub there across.
City Elf	Old Man	11 minutes ago	She almost let it go already judging by that involuntary tug at easier viewed pit of her mouth; doing damndest not to snork or simper at his expense as endearing as this was in the appropriate moments. On the same token, exceedingly vexing in others, "Yuh' -- mn," patiently awaiting the end of his raining refutes and interrupted part way by his reinforcements during purposed sidle and worm in; presumptuous she; considering train of thought her dearest star for a moment. If he cozies up whilst supping those early splendors of snug proximity, similar closeness ought to tame the savage elf-beast where she lay before him. Observe with your glittering peepers, svelte nymph; how can you stay mad at this kindly soul with a face like that? Or such a convincing argument.
City Elf	Old Man	12 minutes ago	Nothing in way of idle soothe still, but soon, soon. Zilyana was exercising the rare commodity within her scope known as patience. Something of which expression did not hint that she possessed much of, were it not for its softer overlay; process of wake-up likely had hand in this. A startle could not take place of coffee which had a great deal of influence over decision making until it came about naturally. Only after the evident relax of Raven's arms though did her own slips from tension surface. Ohh, but listen to her querulous beau playing his hand at denial now.
City Elf	Old Man	12 minutes ago	With a sharp hitch, lungs scarcely found fill in the defensively panicked smother (re: clutch) serving as incentive still to keep a single orbit under stress. Now Zilyana, tell us, was it really worth all this trouble when one could achieve just as much attention, if not more so, through means akin to the color of your eyes? The answer is yes, in case there was some stumping there; saying not an unkind word towards creatures 'at ready' that may resemble remark. She-elf abdomen had a different side on the subject, agitated by its necessitated draw inward by reflexive impulse and its sudden intrusion one in the same. Settle came begrudgingly, only not so, but settle yes that was certain. So, too, did a hovering hand at last, sparing a poor unsuspecting side from fiendish hooks and permitting them the succor of resting palm instead.
City Elf	Old Man	12 minutes ago	Regardless, Zilyana cast the first stone whilst straying away from the one fondest. Fairer to assume radiant feylight dancer, now in upset, was an anchor more for her than it was for him. Taken into flights, although fault genuinely rested on her shoulders there --cast this into the mount of increasing offenses against the local enforcers if they must, the ebony haired upstart would refuse to make promise of cessation anytime soon. Containers of diminutive size were oft' prone to overflow and there were innumerable sources from which to send it from empty to brimming, see. Frequency found each coming from the scruffy source before her, which in the long-term suited them just fine and equally the present, more immediate short-term.
City Elf	Old Man	12 minutes ago	So intriguing, this; perspectives of taste, by Maker above in world many leagues over, she could not claim to have experienced such levels of distress even if she wanted to. Another example of their differences balancing one another out, it seems. Zilyana unfortunately initiated well into quick process of elimination when stirred so abruptly. Raven presented himself with great finesse, much to chagrins of a certain troublemaker, beguiling as she was truthfully a force not to be trifled with -- at times. Further truths, poor Raven was a victim of circumstance; knowing not of his transgressions at such hours passed daybreak. Rightly so, technicalities should see them up with the rest of these monsters afar... though being to that party had appeal all its own. Debate couldn't find room among them, less chance, and less fortuitous than solidarities first on the scene.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Thereabouts foggy hues found themselves free of their stubborn clenches, peeking out now behind narrower squints stingy of what light could soak into the smaller darts shrunken amid aqueous motes. "... couches." riveting imagery, really; if there was truth in this it might have been the fantasies conjured by a stiff lumbar meant to endure the therapeutic benefits of lying flat on a scarcely padded ground. Elaboration further, right on his dreamy exhale. "--o'hnn rooftops." Oh, the whimsical world of a freeman's freer thoughts. Such an inane idea, that.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	"--N'hoo." Registers higher, just as decibels yet to acclimate themselves opting for louder than necessary defenses. The audacity in Raven's certitude, telling of his flimsy grasp on coherence straightaway. "Mmn-nhh, mnhm..." Denial now, and all the incoherent murmurs to follow him as he pushed on his grounded hipbone to shuffle his figure closer in by way of petulant wriggle, reaping undue favors ill-gotten in wake of his obstinacy. May have done to rub a little consciousness back into gears matted by sleep's cobwebs, but he was already well past the promise of simply rolling over and recovering that broken stint of additional sleep. "... I was dreamin'." There it was; the evidence of inevitable clarity resounding by a leveled cadence, stressing this point of distinction by convenient omission of the matter he was unable to verify himself.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Somewhere under his own disheveled mess of lighter locks, he accepted this unorthodox beckon to as the voracious urge too great to be contained, and that the mere sight of his torpor sans pretension was enough to tempt the horned demoness' talons into grasp. In short, irresistible! Surely the case, utterly ignorant of the sloven snooze she had happened upon, emphatically without those twinkles of charm he had constructed the brunt of his world-renowned reputation on. High time he learn better from a first-hand account, and come to terms with reality without the mercy of a pulled punch.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Put anything else in Raven's potential grip and proceed with the same wily tricks, and he may find himself clinging hopelessly there instead. Do this, and it would have assuredly robbed him a spot of "call and repeat." Lo', the third offender in a veritable chain of disturbances jutting in as the first responder; first soldier under the First Captain's command, standing tall and ready to report. ... After being freed from deadlock following one thoughtless shove forward, 'course. Aye, the infamous dispenser of good old "alienage justice" had been caught as clear as the morning that bled through their open-air shelter, but the scruffier victim of arguable inequity did not sound in much of a rush to call her out on it. Jarring? Absolutely; his spine was yet to unwind from its sudden straightening.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Reactions were known to trigger fourfold, and all that need doing was one sure shot at the right button. Zilyana indeed won, though the ol' sleepy snore monster would have liked to be properly included in the game of trades at its conclusion before it could even register. She should take her spoils in the tokens of validation springing forth from his every instinct, those binds drawn across and under the she-elf in cradle constricting posthaste until that delayed measure of vague realization saw his coils shirk. In some manner or another, a test of his reflexes came back "selfless" by the protective wraps tightening around their precious charge in the wildlands guising under serene dissonance, but that read of it ought not to have ruled out the powers of panic in their entirety.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Stone may appear the recurrent element in engine, make, and resolutions, but trust that nerves in naturally susceptible regions did not share in this theme of unflappability. Rather, one could figure they were worse off for an otherwise enduring framework, in that the supposed were-bear hadn't a buildup of tolerance. The theory of fending these awful creatures held up in practice, with survival stories underscoring their nigh impenetrable pelts and sturdy bulk of unfeeling flesh thereunder. Where vulnerability did live, however?
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Ohh, to drink in so many senses that he may drown before fully coming to wake. Everything at once, from the blinding beams searing pupils uncovered much too quickly to the harrying digs pitching down the she-elf's heartless seize, Raven should be forgiven for believing his core kept faeries had performed their last gambol and this was the chilling clutch of death to ferry him yonder once more. Of all places to lose himself in comical flights of despair, better part of him knowing full-well the difference between a lethal stroke and one particularly cheeky squeeze. Do savor his distressed yelp in its unbridled splendor, and etch it into memory fondest alongside any other of his greatest hits formally in regular circulation around hallways worlds away.