These hands served as inspiration to feet since rooted belonging to one elven she, who in pursuit of likeness had lent themselves over to a coinciding up-feed, affording Raven a similar relief in his cant as intended for the reduced taxation on slender necklines, but not without its own secondary purpose, but that -- that was for him to glean.
City Elf	Old Man	17 minutes ago	-After all generous indulgences for the main purpose of savoring the sights and feels of modest peaks would call upon test of tailored mettles once again, would it not? ...and he'd worked so hard to remove the vexing number from breast; it was only air. A liberation for liberated rib cage and all that it entailed and in kind, producing alike shares of tensions breaking away, coasting on airs of grateful inhalation and the melodic note reverberating into still kept locks, once nefarious jailbreakers filed their touch along his lumbar and fed them upwards unto blades sharper edges.
City Elf	Old Man	19 minutes ago	With arms having been forced to a premature straighten and draw to a point where liberating a waistline prevailed even with their momentary surrender of fingers feeding themselves in between and serving wedge upon her draw into captivating smother of shapes. Blistering, albeit blissful contact of skin, skin, and radiant lifegem, "Mm...mmh'," and a hefty expulsion through narrowed vent at modicum of flare. Hereabouts slender shapes securely guarded in the sturdy shapes of weary champions, heart's keeper found himself met with a she-elf's fond sway into these confines and too the impress of finessed mitts staying the course and --helping with a turn of wrist long the sides, mind... knowing just where to let his wears out for the sake of seams preservation. "Nh'," assertion, concluding her contribution towards aid.
City Elf	Old Man	39 minutes ago	Naturally gravitating towards the source of all she held dear through subtle or not so subtle beckons and the incentive of heat, in addition to intoxicating senses of sooth and enrapture Zilyana could only sufficiently obtain through closest proximity. But first came those accommodating shifts to ensure the restrictive fiend of red and silver's eased removal prelude to its cast away. By then these feeding limbs would have her as was their want without the menace imposing discomfort two fold to get in the way. But foolish to think these highs would have them floating back down anytime soon, hints of crinkling dead foliage would be dismissed as ambience alongside the waves breaking across sands several feet away. That is, if they would honestly hear it over rhythmic draws of breath and the blood racing through their hearing; and with one's pulser entreating pointy features to its natural bass and present upbeat.
City Elf	Old Man	40 minutes ago	Naturally gravitating towards the source of all she held dear through subtle or not so subtle beckons and the incentive of heat, in addition to intoxicating senses of sooth and enrapture Zilyana could only sufficiently obtain through closest proximity. But first came those accommodating shifts to ensure the restrictive fiend of red and silver's eased removal prelude to its cat away. By then, these feeding limbs would have her as was their want without the menace imposing discomfort two fold to get in the way. But foolish to think these highs would have them floating back down anytime soon, hints of crinkling dead foliage would be dismissed as ambience alongside the waves breaking across sands several feet away. That is, if they would honestly hear it over rhythmic draws of breath and the blood racing through their hearing, and with one's pulser entreating pointy features to its natural bass and present upbeat.
City Elf	Old Man	54 minutes ago	A fire and particularly one of such astounding attachments to be deemed life-long, ever after and after evermore, was not choosy about what fueled it, so long as the sources were respectively they. Thus what began as tender roving trace along available scapes of physique would uncover the single most influential drive the two knew: the need for each other, and more than what they presently accessed. Certain as the steps to a dance oldest as time itself, one step lead to another, and Raven's search for cuirass buckles spurred slender extremities to seek out items of similar description that, through multiple insistences had learned the intricacies fewer of a lone buckle and laces thereof fitted trousers. Only here did Zilyana presume to have an advantage with least number to tackle through interim of her own articles enduring decrease in attendance smothering her shape.
City Elf	Old Man	1 hour ago	Take her as he would, she would have him no matter, and that was the compliant tell of Zilyana's every subtle bend and cooperative sidle. For they were driven by alike desires running deepest to feel and be felt through in every able matter; to these justifiable means of splendid ends, trust, the little elf and husband soon to be remained on the same page. He'd heard her, and she'd gotten the confirmation loud and clear. Were it any more apparent, the two may otherwise rival the sun with their glow and make feathery twittering songbirds jealous with chords of which they produced. "Hh'm-mmhp," shoulders eased in permission of brawny feelers' weight decidedly removing the chill-warding guards from their narrow charges --and up under the free of weight. Its freefalling crumble onto the crinkling leaves shed was but a distant pick-up on sharpened listeners, mind long since elsewhere, greatly preoccupied with motives other. Because overjoyed parties found swift the fall into celebratory line of affections, and in turn, those affections spread flame to tinder belonging to more than simple elation, yes?
City Elf	Old Man	1 hour ago	So much so that it provoked the tearful trickles across either sets of cheeks whether they were truly aware of the fall or not; certainly hadn't registered upon the receiving feelers at any rate, although awareness of the effects beyond exultant bursts therein that may naively presume droplets of pure happiness would evaporate upon contact. So asked instead that a pair of thin streaks may be overlooked to the same degree as the single down along masculine cheek. And that dampened fingertips drawing lines across fleshy expanse would better spread these jubilant traces as far as it would let them. Her own, following their descent mirrored by the passing sensations by but a few seconds in delay. Palms leading first by their heel, moistened pads traced delicately against the sides of strong neckline with Zilyana's own favoring a willing tension and bid for accommodating angles where deemed fit.
City Elf	Old Man	1 hour ago	Quite taken with the coarse and scraping was she against those softer settings of grooved skin of hands in their entirety. A jaw relaxed itself opening in way of invitation to emerging guest and met with receptions eager as their own to have them. Little by little those slender tips of extremities dipped along the chiseled line making up summery countenance, following suit of gliding passes over skins filed smooth and lean as true to build shaped for agility and less so the brawn of a knight captain. Therein did pressure and clench return by modicum of pressure taken into savoring in tandem dexterous muscles slick with their own coats of glisten, that they might etch these deep seated longings and rekindled enamors onto opposing wagers, tangled and fervent in their indulgent twists as they arrived into play. Scarcely had there been moment to attain reasonable load of air, but try as they might through modest vents, it was simply designed to leave elf and man struggling as their needs grew and the pressure build in need of release.
City Elf	Old Man	1 hour ago	And thus where Zilyana needn't remind with a second voice of her favor, her beau scarcely required the once to convey his rejoice. Infectious were those slips of emotional excess, consistent between them ever still, both could survive without the flair of silver tipped speech and serve instead for better immediacy of action. Show through the directions of their present course the depths of love's supply, its concentration, and the power behind it to push them forever ahead. Ablaze with this illustrious burning, yearning for the spaces to be preciously absent there between any available aspect of themselves, an impassionate lock persists. Stifling very little those hearty inbreaths through nasal passages nor did it quell the additive guttural projections from throats stronger and slender alongside. Nor did it stave needy clamps of mitts along either outline of face; though one bequeathed smooth setting and its fairer terrain, the patchy bramble was hardly a deterrent to nimble lock-crackers.
City Elf	Old Man	1 hour ago	Truths kept amid budding developments reaching their bloom, that the suspenseful pause containing a mind slow to grasp and ears waiting to hear any sort, but most of all that favoring reply. A funny little head this she-elf possessed at the best and some oft worse times; in this case where the wants were so intense that when possibility emerged and with beseeching voice distinctly Raven's broke through carrying that very future along with him to see deepest wishes realized--it was only natural that it met with a stall at the very least. To think it a wildly realistic dream was one thing, but to also consider that maybe hallucination suffered from other cargo onboard with they was another, and yet neither maintained enough foothold to win out. Prevailing were senses of touch, sound, smell, and flavors faint given over to adequate dose in the heat of their prompted celebratory spring.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Straps undone, cured strips taken by the whims of their movement, freeing hands to approach the remainder of threadwork keeping relative modesty in check with a lesser degree of grace. Not required there, as he learned, feeding out the ties till the vexatious knocks from thinly steel reinforcement may see itself away by fall into the seasonal tells piling under boot. Let him then rejoin arms to coil around her back, crossing which way over blades and around her waist, that he may feel her snug and drink up the sensations of sun-soaked stability over alabaster persuasions with nothing short of skin-on-skin chokes. Feel the liberated soul's heart and chest swell on intake, as though he had just freed his own restrictive fetters, sounding through nasal suckle as essences unequivocally her's took needless thoughts away.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	instinctive murmurs of sweet delight on throaty notes, making good to answer Zilyana's call. Let him in, indeed, unabashed greed for her everything imploring she host one dexterous guest in the hotly confines of her maw, wherein he assumed free rein in the brazen chumminess of talkative muscles taken by movements just as close as the rest of them. He would not be denied by hasty mind lapsing into absence this time, learning those pesky intricacies binding cuirass to breast and the puny buckles and teeth joined high on her side. Encasing her in brawn, stilling frame for the quick work of digits, he subjected she to overtake whilst snaking the long arm over to pick at the pair of clasps and its distant third, insistent on claiming keep of the she-elf's lips as though out of imperative necessity.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Beckoning her in toward as grips cupped around, feeding forearms into coverage that he may relieve her of its burden and drop down into open splay across a forest floor long since littered by dried up leaves. Mayhap -- should they ever come back down from these highs -- they'll read the all-too evident signs of autumn at last. Not that chills would steal them into reason anyhow, Raven exuding his life's essence in billows of heat vying to seduce a caged heart in closest proximity. Thereabouts his cranium came to cant, permitting ease on the strained neck most slender that she may receive him without the awkward gawk skyward, minding the motions lost of his fastens 'neath the ears. "--mh'nhm... hh,"
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	An overwhelm of feeling to those of lesser mettle, yet Raven was inclined to seek more of her. One sensation fed into the other, intensifying all that spurred his proclivities toward contact until the sole directive deepened the gesture: he needed her. To say nothing of an afternoon's worth of agonizing near-misses, motivation saw its highest peak yet in a bid to bolster showings of purpose to his would-be wife. Forgive him for it, the sentimentalist of all people, but the monumental drive compelling through his every short jet of breath taken from a beak-bussing nose saw him dragging his palms off from their station, crossing over the bowed outreach that cradled he in turn, that he may find solidarity on Zilyana's shoulder-tops and weave his feelers point first between narrower rounds and its fetching cover slung over the shoulder.
Old Man	City Elf	3 hours ago	Do as he, the impassioned lead suggested with a glittering bead rolling off a set of resting lids by its outermost corner, inevitably announcing itself as a warm droplet breaking over the round of a diminutive distal end. Zilyana oft' favored tactile means to let those explosive emotions known, and though her rugged beau proved no slouch in this department of catharsis, he did away with the spinning of sentiments off the silver tongue that he may tickle her own amid the frame of needful, well-meant borders ever interweaving over savoring sweeps. Logistics? Wonderment? ... The warranted ask of how masses shall recognize her as a woman to soon be wed? No doubt the conversation for bathtubs and dinner arrangements, intent on riding the slug of a fallen celestial back out of the atmosphere, where it could burn, burn, and burst as the celebratory cap for ventures now clear on their horizon.
Old Man	City Elf	3 hours ago	Blessed stars beaming out from a newborn evening to observe it, he most certainly heard her. Ascending pushes drawing up the sturdiness of his slope wore the accouterments of her graceful digits as well as ever, neither wrap nor linen to hinder them as they crossed up into uneven patches of rough. Age peppering through those darker sprouts scratching the underside of her hands, and yet he felt higher than any youthful fantasies could have indicated. Fortuitous that he had roused the straightest pull of the spine put under duress by his unfettered encroach, asserting himself against her slighter physique to christen their new lives pending by adamant seal.
Old Man	City Elf	3 hours ago	C'maan, look upon him --utterly jubilant. Pray not see the moisture as anything but excesses of dormant emotion leaking forth from orbs generally attuned to its agitation. Those deeper drags of air through inlets may invoke the audible wisps of sniffle, but the determined smile crossing its countenance maintained that all his cheap, saccharine defenses toward unguarded express found earnest application at last. Duly warranted, mind; surely, she needn't have him expend those precious breaths to reassure her, quiver liable to bounce across his vocal folds mid emotional reminder. Ah, they affected one another too strongly, those scattered halves rejoined did. Rest the thoughtful corners of an elven head that deigned elaboration, for he heard her.
Old Man	City Elf	3 hours ago	Appropriate that he chose there to abandon the idea of contrived gesture, however genuine its underlying offers may be, and leave nothing to chance as he seized the day that breathed before them. Some steps needn't learning, and the most captivating hoofers would attest that improvisation was the secret of beauty and an attribute of honesty. Raven, a maverick performer if there ever was one, draped in his dearest to lead once more toward their endlessly hopeful tomorrows. Gone were the sputters of startle by the scenario that had since gone on unspoken of, poor man rattled to realms that should be seen as vaguely concerning had he not the resolve to pop the question at last. Better for it, his ambush; even as the sudden summon of bewilderment and laconic agreement carried with the expressions that aided in the downfall of the freeman's composure in turn.
Old Man	City Elf	3 hours ago	Ironic that this be his flavor of freedom, flighty bird coming to roost there until age truly came to weigh upon lively lovers stricken by washier warbles. ... Perhaps, in the end he may be thought a true knight after all. The world was open, eternity in space as existence sprawled further than his wealth of experiences now proven trivial in wake of these infinite discoveries could ever claim to account for. Everything was registered as new to eyes cleared of their jaded haze, and with the bleeding rays of a core worn externally overclocked by elation, it was his staunch opinion that he should not fear the wonders of life from cluttered tombs. Aye, unconventional had been his proposal, moved as he was from the immutable impulse to elevate their status into matrimony on the sight of first contact.
Old Man	City Elf	3 hours ago	Criminal lethargy, dreary humors sprouting from the disconcerting wear of Thalia's mask; aye, it may indeed be more personable than the she-elf's brand of unwanted self-seclusion, but pangs internal did not discriminate. Dreams. Raven may look upon the world and lend his swordarm to causes far greater than he, and know full certain that there could be still no higher calling than to mind himself as tender to his beloved's most beautiful heart. A undertaking worth upholding to his fullest, deserving of so definite a pledge that creeds may be locked into bands and worn upon the fingers that oft' came to thread in sincerity utmost.
Old Man	City Elf	3 hours ago	Dauntless before vast expanses of possibility; opinions thoroughly in the past tense may have regarded such a notion as not the stuff of dreams but the folly of naivete. Would have thought himself wise on his throne of misunderstood maturity, shaped tall with casks run dry and ornamented with all manner of passing distractions while donning scrawls of complacency -- inebriation abundant -- toward an unfulfilling inertia and haunts suppressed on the surface alone. Made for quite the guest, 'haps even optimal should like spirits harbor unspoken desires to pair misery with misery, where forbidden peeks within the plentiful cracks should not only be seen as foolhardy but discouraged outright. To call it providence would be to undermine respective strength of each soul, both bearing their intangible glimmers of positive perseverance amid the most apparent fractures of ruin.