Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Sept 21, 2023 20:06:08 GMT -5
Much to the half-nymph's astonishment, he did exactly as she had pleaded for. At first, she could do naught but gaze at him, her eyes wide. They soon drifted quite thoroughly, not even cowed by the markings upon him. In fact, heat crept into her cheeks. It was usually rather hard to make her blush, she was not an innocent and she never pretended to be. She swallowed, her eyes soon drifting closed more than before, half closed as her gaze drank in the sight of him. She hardly dared to breathe as those pools of deep blue seemed to trace down the length of his arm to where he toiled over the sword's pommel without preamble, his movements so sure and determined.
Her mouth went dry as he created crude rings. It was pretty romantic as far as proposals went. He mightn't have been a prince, but he was exactly the kind of man who gained the attention of the former princess. "Anatolius," she rasped out after he told her what he wanted her to say, it took her a moment to form the rest of the words, not because she was reluctant to, but because she hardly dared believe it was actually happening. "You are mine," she choked out and held her trembling hand aloft so that he might slip the ring he'd made onto her finger. Assuming he did so, she let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding, and her tears flowed anew despite her every attempt to keep the saline from dripping down her cheeks.
Her forehead then pressed against his and she gave a hiccup of a giggle before closing her eyes fully. She licked her lips, then she'd slowly move in with her lips, "And I am yours," she added, "Say it, Anatolius... 'You are mine, Faisine,' and I will be yours always. My heart belongs to you."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Sept 24, 2023 1:46:37 GMT -5
When finally the woman responded, it was as if the weight of the world was taken off his shoulders. The threshold was crossed, he made it. Everything that followed hardly mattered, decorations upon the essence of the matter. To Anatolius, they were now for all intents and purposes married.
He let her don the ring, helping the shoddy construction along. "I'd uhh... make something nicer with more time. Later." he muttered to himself. He had tried, but there was only so much he could do with his rock and bare hands. But he was quite certain someone like Faisine would not be picky, at least not at the moment.
"'You're mine, Faisine.'" he echoed, laughing in gleeful disbelief at his own words. Wiping a tear away, he looked at his disassembled sword. "Before now, this meant everything to me." He said, after jamming on his own ring with a grunt he picked up the blade. "My whole life done by it. Not a moment without it. I could not live without it. But now I have no need for it. I have something new to be my everything." he said, putting the sword down once more.
With that the man pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, could I carry out my duties tomorrow? I feel not much left in me." he said, wobbling a little as his eyes began to dreamily drift down. A feeling overcame him that he had done what he was meant to, and with that complete he could finally take a rest he hadn't in decades.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Sept 26, 2023 9:41:50 GMT -5
This was the most interesting marriage proposal and subsequent private ceremony, but she was accepting it. She, herself, did not need a big wedding to be happy, for she'd lived her life as a noblewoman. She knew where they were, that they were furthest from a place of peace and tranquility as they could be, sitting at the edge of a forest with a small fire going. He was clearly exhausted and dirty and ready for getting better. She moved to help him toward the bed roll, easing down with him so she could at least feel him there for a time. Nothing mattered at the moment but making sure he was alright.
It was dark still when she woke up next, not realizing she'd fallen asleep at all until she noticed the fire had burned to embers. She got up and chucked some firewood on to get it going again, the fire warming the area back up. The blonde took herself away from the camp then and to one of the nearby branches of a river that seemed to run through the island. Not only did she use it in the burgeoning dawn to refill her water skin and a bucket, she took the opportunity to wash the clothes she gathered along the way and to take a bath in the chilled water.
She wasn't gone for more than 30 minutes, though, and came back to set things up for getting breakfast going. She was starving, she'd forgotten to eat the night before because he had been exhausted after his escape from the Mist again. So while he slept into the morning, she set things up, she checked traps in the woods, and she let her wet hair air dry, which was cold that morning. The cleaned clothes would be strewn over some bushes to dry in the sun.
Faisine sat down at one point after having gathered things, and she would start poking at at the logs to shift them to make room for the pot of water she was heating up. Every now and then, she would let her gaze hit him and she would be tempted to climb back into the blankets next to him, and she decided it wouldn't hurt to do so for a few minutes, the water would need at least an hour to get hot.
She did what she thought about doing and snuggled herself against her new spouse, her arm winding around him as she once again began to doze.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Oct 1, 2023 21:34:51 GMT -5
The man was glad to at last have a chance to relax in a meaningful way, rather than being on guard in his mind and of his tongue from letting slip some nonsense without thinking. He was at peace for the first time in years, and content in a way he perhaps never before was. Anatolius looked at the stars. "Bright as you." He murmured, running his fingers through his counterpart's hair. He slept, though it wasn't the best of nights. The man dreamt of how things might fail, of how now he was anointed to his bride he would fail to protect, provide, or any other expectation of a married man.
Sleep ended abruptly when Faisine awoke beside him, though he had long learned to awake without revealing such a fact lest some would-be assassin act appropriately to react to the awakening of their quarry. He did open his left eye the slightest bit to follow her rise and departure, before letting himself return to sleep. He knew not if she had struggled to sleep for similar terrors in dreams or if she was already well rested or some other reason he could not yet conceive. He fell asleep once more as he was for his part still tired, but the eventual smell of fire once more brought him to a closed-eye waked state.
Well, he supposed this wasn't bad. Good, in fact. A little more than a year ago he would struggle to imagine not waking up either cold and alone, or at best with the smell of other men's sweaty boots making his eyes sting and water from proximity. Now he had a person by his side more dear to him than life itself, and for that to be his fare until the end of his days was a fate he would accept any day. For now he said nothing, content to let the lazy calm wash over him.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Oct 22, 2023 20:16:01 GMT -5
Breakfast was slow cooking while they slept, as was their food for later. She did not move from his side again while the two of them slept... And then visions of the past came to her in her dreams. She rolled onto her back when they were pleasant to start, but the sound of her making gasping breath and mumbles would emit from Faisine.
Her scream tore through her and she awoke with it belting out despite her knowing it was a nightmare. She rolled to her side, stumbling to her feet, blinded by the tears of the past. She pressed the back of her trembling hand to her lips to try and stifle the sudden and wrenching sob. It was a moot point, he'd be able to hear it if he was able to wake up.
She could feel the cold sweat as it accumulated on her forehead, could feel droplets dribble and roll down her spine. He ceremony dress clung to her form, damp with her perspiration. The former princess sought to calm herself but it was no use.
She ended up sinking to her butt about twenty paces into the forest, the sound of her weeping not muffled by the dense growth. She sobbed almost brokenly for a long time, trapped between the past and present.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Oct 24, 2023 0:36:45 GMT -5
Eventually as peace came upon the man he entered a half sleep, the tweet of a bird or similar stimuli bringing him into partial wakefulness only to again doze off dimly. As he heard her startled, Anatolius sat upright urgently reaching first for a sword that wasn't there, and then immediately after raising a rock for fear that a wolf or other dangerous wildlife had come. Seeing that this was not the case he relaxed slightly, but then stiffened again. Faisine was distressed, and he struggled to understand why in the moment.
He arose, and walked towards her. Some five paces behind, he would kneel on one leg. "Would you like to be alone, or would you like company?" he asked, his tone quiet, tender. Whatever was wrong, it was up to Faisine how to deal with it and he would oblige gladly.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Nov 3, 2023 17:25:52 GMT -5
Faisine heard him but she did not look right away, she slowly stood and gave a shuddering breath. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and she said toward the sky, "I understand," with a soft chuckle. She turned to him then and her eyes attempted to meet his. She then reached gently for his hand, and assuming he accepted it, she would guide him further into the thicket. She did not speak, and suddenly it was as if she was taking in the world around them. The longer they walked, the more beautiful the forest became around them with something that hadn't happened before of during any time spent with her new spouse in this new world they were in...
It was even more beautiful than what would happen back in the old world, though probably only just the once for it was a burst of power that came with finally unlocking the things that had been repressed for one reason or another. There was no wind but her hair did that thing it did that was a lot more subtle, moving as if on its own and even shimmering with the underlying colors one might see in a pearl while her skin took on the more contrasting and vivid version of those muted tones, more like a bubble. Flowers burst into view all around them, petals soon showering down over them and the smell of summer drifting into their nostrils. This was not illusion, nor was it done on purpose, so it wouldn't be the kind of seductive that would be considered a spell or enchantment.
She closed her eyes and there was a sound she found familiar; it was the sound she would hear within the trees and the flowers and the blades of grass, the whispers. They were fainter, but they were there in these trees and it wasn't just her, it was something bigger and more profound at work. The trees were already starting to grow back from the ones that had been taken for homes, the saplings already spreading beyond the thicket.
She let go of his hand only when they were standing in the stream, which seemed to have taken on the same hues as the waters in the old world though only a glimmer of these things. The people seemed to be hard at work. She turned toward him and as she moved toward him to kiss him if he let her, he might start to feel the tingles as she was starting to let him in, so to speak. She looked around... What he didn't know was that what would happen between them in the next bit of time would contribute to what had already been set in motion by the people of the Usque, which she now knew could never truly die.
She gave a soft laugh then and launched herself into his arms with hopes he would catch her, her mouth meshing with his and her arms wrapping about him. It was she who led him toward the black that was fading into the picture if he let that happen too. As nymphs were good at doing, he'd probably never be able to forget the experience once it happened.
And if he let her, she would guide him into the fade to black that was mingled with lots of lovingly done care added in where she would give him food to eat and fresh water, help wash the grime from him, and many calm and quiet moments where she would lie there in his arms quiet and content.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Nov 5, 2023 2:21:40 GMT -5
As Faisine didn't reply, or turn to face him he slowly began to rise, seemingly interpreting silence as her wishing to have solitude for the time being. Yet as she spoke, he raised an eyebrow. "Understand h-what?" he asked, lower lip and eyebrows curling at the same time as he considered what she could have come to understand. Him? There wasn't much to him insofar as he reckoned, thus not much to understand.
To his surprise given the change of tone, the woman lead him into the depths of the woods. They were mystic, but he ignored the flaming kiss of the sun blazing in his heart. All his years and the fire within told him something was wrong, but he trusted the woman he was with such that all the animal instinct that said he was willingly entering a honeyed trap was ignored.
As the world changed ever more around him, he looked down at his palm. It was a means of grounding of sorts, an anchor in the sea of strange. He lowered it then, looking at his dear newly wed bride. He let himself be kissed, closing his eyes as serenity struck. "Good." he said, at a loss for words to articulate anything more complex.
Abruptly Anatolius grunted as he opened his eyes to see he now had to catch a handful of black, though he decided to not resist the momentum and to let the pair of them plunge down to the water. Face just barely not submerged, he looked up at his lover illuminated from the sun far above. "You are now everything to me." he said at least, before he let the world disappear.
Returning to the here and now, he accepted the help cleaning himself what with the journey having certainly made him dirty and his own eyes struggled to make out the bits of dirt that "were always there". Conversationally, Anatolius mumbled "I'm not quite a... professional lover, but I like to think I make up for it." he said, striking a brief pose with his fists flexing at his waist to show off most of his accumulated build.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Dec 14, 2023 16:35:03 GMT -5
She gazed at him thoughtfully as he showed himself off like he needed to. Shaking her head, Faisine lifted a brow and said, "You could have posed like this much sooner, you know?" With a chuckle, she straightened her form and lifted off her butt. The nymph descendant sauntered over to him and behind, wrapping her arms around him and letting herself indulge in touching his belly. Her chin rested on his shoulder and she murmured into his ear, "You've had me since the first time I saw you again... those many months ago before we separated. Do you think you really need to sway me with your belly muscles?"
She kissed his shoulder. "Shall we find a place here on Trinity Island among the people of the Usque, or would you like to find another place where we can be? I just wish to be with you." The makeshift ring was still settled upon her finger, a symbol of their marriage even if it wasn't within any laws. Then again, the land was lawless as far as she knew.
The blonde pulled away then and moved to pull on her clothing, yawning tiredly. After all, it had been a long night. "I wouldn't mind if we made a home right here in this part of these woods. It's peaceful. I could imagine having a family here. I am sure we can get help to build a cottage. Castles no longer hold sway over me."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Dec 16, 2023 18:14:22 GMT -5
"Ha!" the man exclaimed, shaking his head a little. "Beloved, if you would allow me a confession?" he said, his tone still jovial but with just the slightest bit of seriousness now etched into it. "Truth be told, its as much for myself as you. I have not allowed myself a moment of vanity before. It was all about the job. Duty, duty, duty. Now that my life will be entirely about you, perhaps, just for a little bit, it can also be about me. I'll devote everything I can to you of course. But, if I'm your's then just maybe, a little living for myself is then giving to you." Anatolius was a little uneasy, but these didn't seem unreasonable leaps of logic to him that in service of and matrimony to Faisine he could now have at least some concern about his own wellness beyond the practical.
Regarding her question of where they would go, he shrugged. "Not to sound cliche, but as long as I am with you, I am content. All that in sickness and in health stuff, I didn't read it out loud but the spirit of it, I will always abide by it. We can be in scorching desert or in frozen mountain peak, if we are together I will be resolute. Buuuuuuuuut- He paused briefly, looking to the depth of the island. I think I might prefer to be near people. I was born into wealth and civilization and cities and crowds and the cramped jungle of iron and stone. Then abruptly my life became all about being alone in the wild and desert and woods and swamps and fjords. I think this sparsely populated island might just be the golden mean between these extremes. There's people, yet also nature. And, truth be told, it would simply be safer. I would lay down my life for you, dearest. But I'd prefer to not have to. I'll be honest, I am somewhat uneasy among new cultures and these strange fae people, indeed I have had my troubles with them. But if we live among them, then I'll let my own blood spill to protect them too."
He looked at her ring, then his own. "Does it rest well? Mine is a little tight, I might have to hammer it a little bit later...." Looking down on the digit, it was slightly off-colour , the sausage finger looking like a bit of string-sausage quite fittingly. "I will make it better, when I have time. I'll find a fancy rock like a diamond or gem or something else sparkly and beat it into shape. In time it will be worthy of your splendour my love."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Dec 17, 2023 16:05:34 GMT -5
"Oh, trust me on this... A lot of it is about you," she murmured and wrapped her arms about him again. "But," she went on, "if it pleases you that much, I shall cater to this ego of yours you are presenting now. You are so very handsome," she nuzzled his neck. "And I have dreamed of this for a long time, wondering if I'd ever see you again."
She paused for a long time to consider his other words and then pulled back to round him again, taking his hands into her own if he let her. She looked into his eyes, "I am fae, Anatolius. You married the daughter of a king's brother, the cousin of Camilla D'Arcy and a descendant of a nymph. My mother was the daughter of the Usque and that makes me as much of one as she. And as the husband of a fallen princess, you will be among the celebrated and protected too. One day when you are ready, I will take you to them so you could know more of my people. Until then, let it just be about you and me. And as far as the ring goes, you needn't spoil me with splendor. I am far removed from the vain creature I used to be. I am no longer this spoiled brat I was when we met."
She smiled and pressed her lips to his briefly before pulling back again to look into his eyes. "This ring is perfect to me. I love it because it is part of your history. I would take a million of these before I ask for something shiny."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Dec 18, 2023 3:00:51 GMT -5
"Well. That's good, I suppose. First time in my life I can be just the tiniest bit selfish." Anatolius took a deep breath. "I don't need you to cater to it. Just don't bother me about it like most people I have met before you have. You are the first individual to meaningfully recognize any worth in me, without seeing it as merely means to pump out more value from me. I will of course, strive to ever be better for you. But that you're not now demanding I be stronger, faster, smarter, better, that alone make you unique among millions." He paused, and then hurriedly added "But not just that. But it helps." He sighed, but not out of tiredness or weariness. It was a rare good sigh. "I will become better because I want to, for you, not because I have to."
Letting his hands be guided, he met his counterpart. "I know. I know well enough." he said, gently releasing one hand from Faisine's grip and patting the woman on the shoulder. "Charts of genealogy were well studied by me, I know your blood well enough I can advise an alchemist what might its properties be. I am not quite merely man myself. A distant ancestor ascended to Sainthood, angelhood. Now mine own blood yearns for naught but the incandescent flame of a star, the calm order of nothing but a sun, in defiance of the wild. In the old world, some might have said we are not meant to be. Some in this one might say we still aren't. But now we can be past that!" he said, his face briefly hardening as he suppressed tears. "I shall accede to that. We may live by ourselves. Though, I will concede, my hands might be rough... but, well, they're not very good with a hammer and the likes to put nails into planks. But for you I'll learn."
On the matter of the ring, he could only chuckle. "If I had a better way with words, I'd say something about how I want your ring to match at least a fraction of your beauty, even if it shan't come close beloved. I shan't cast aside what I have made. You are right it has history, which we shouldn't forget. But perhaps... I can add onto it. The jewellery shall grow to match how we have grown together."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Dec 18, 2023 16:44:31 GMT -5
Her eyes softened as she peered at him. Faisine shifted so she could move to the bank once more of the stream's bank in order to rest herself. She watched her husband with a thoughtful gaze on her face, her mouth curling upward softly as she regarded him. "I love you," she murmured, then she gave a tired yawn. After all, her sleep had been interrupted. She pulled her knees toward her chest and set her chin upon her knee.
Her eyes half closed, she was tempted to lead him back into the black, but she was in no hurry when there was all the time in the world now.
She looked down at the ring then, which weighed more on her finger with the meaning behind it. "This is beautiful to me, my love," she said softly, "You took the time to make it for me and that is more beautiful than any jewel that could embellish it."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Dec 21, 2023 17:22:43 GMT -5
"I love me too. But also I love you." Still, seeing the tiredness on his bride's face that he didn't notice before his tone quietened down and his movements softened to not rustle any leaves or twigs underfoot. "Do you need quiet?" he half whispered, ready to give Faisine some distance if she wished to get some real shut eye that she had unfortunately missed out on.
Still, a very satisfied smile came across him when Faisine said she liked the ring. "That humility is just one of many reasons you are perfect, dearest. But come on, allow me to spoil you somewhat, especially while there's still no proper merchants or banks about to make me have any sort of concern about finance. Its a way for me to show the world how I feel, even if you already know. Besides. Someone beautiful as you deserves accordingly pretty things. And I reckon if I had a bit of practice I could inscribe something nice and memorable there, just in case I... well, in case I won't be around any more."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Dec 21, 2023 18:17:09 GMT -5
"There is plenty of time to rest, I am just weary," she murmured and unfolded herself once more, "But I think I would like for us to move to this area. I should like to start gathering things soon and we can nap together if you wish, or not. Up to you." She gave a light smile and stretched her form before standing once again. "I think this is the perfect place for a home. I would rather we worry about that before my vanity... though I do love that you wish to adorn me in jewels."
She chuckled and moved to hug him again. "I think there even may be a trap set somewhere near, there are people not far from here. I should not wish to live in the village proper, however, I might be one of them but I wasn't raised in the trees as they were. I am only the daughter of their sister." She chuckled, "I'd be happy with a place that we could warm up and we could make comfortable, especially if we plan to expand our little family one day.
Faisine kissed his cheek if he let her, and then moved to start digging a fire pit, intent on relocating what belongings were left on the beach afterwards.
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