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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 21, 2018 19:21:27 GMT -8
Rabbit steps up to the worn down building. The paint and siding long faded and beginning to fall apart. She looks up at the ruins of the building and makes a small dismissive vocal grunting sound. The drizzle from the oncoming cold winter rain blowing sideways from the harbor makes her hair fly around her head like a halo. The dark hair having grown long in the last three years, the same amount of time she has traveled with her new family.
Her small form shifts slightly in front of the door, as if she is readying herself for a fight. Her overly large eyes taking in the sights and her long ears the sound. Her head shifts to her left and right as she hears the local gang shift their positions to watch her from the other side of the street. The wariness of the young warren dwellers evident from the way they look at her blades hanging on her hips. She stretches for a moment, feeling muscles release tension.
Rabbit takes a deep breath and blows out, the same way she does when she is about to strike. She adjusts the bottle of wine in her left hand and a small bunch of snowdrop flowers in the other. She knocks three times loudly with her knuckles on the right hand, the worry on her face disappears into a flat mask as she attempts to hold in any emotion until he answers. If he answers...
Snowdrop Flowers, native of Kokand (Istanbul) area.
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Post by wolsey on Oct 22, 2018 13:44:22 GMT -8
Luke is standing over a small hearth in the small one bedroom apartment. His living space is one of many in this building that seems to spiral upwards, connected by catwalks to the other out of control construction. He is on the ground floor, and the first floor is taller than the rest, so he can stand comfortably with his horns. In all, it's not a bad living space, for the Warrens. He has a full bedroom with a door. His living and kitchen area bleed together, but they are big enough for a small table that he writes at, or eats at. The hearth is warm, and the fire is cozy. He has inexpensive tapestries that echo his religion's roots nailed to the walls. He let's people think it's about Sekhmet, when really it hides the questionable walls behind them. Similarly , his floor has a large furry rug across it, taken in trade for helping some of the locals.
"Come in, he calls," as he stirs the simple soup he was making for dinner.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 22, 2018 21:32:27 GMT -8
There is a moment or two hesitation after the sound of Luke's voice fades. There is a creaking of wood, and then the door is pushed open gently. The female drow ranger steps inside, certain greens of her clothing coming out from the light of the Tiefling's lanterns, blending with the remaining black portions her short body, flanked by swords on hips and disheveled hair settling as she exits the windy street.
Her stance is a resting dancer's pose. Her large blue eyes scanning the room in a practiced, unconscious threat assessment. It lingers on the tapestries, then onto the rug. She cocks her head to the left slightly and a small smile appears and disappears almost as quickly as her eyes move up to the large tiefling stirring soup, his back mostly facing her.
She shifts and doesn't seem to know what to do with either the wine or flowers, losing some of her poise she seems to rotate between extending her hands towards Luke, or to her sides. She eventually stops and just looks at the big tiefling with large eyes.
“I think we should talk..."
RABBIT
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Post by wolsey on Oct 23, 2018 4:46:08 GMT -8
Luke looks at Rabbit, and nothing good ever comes from that phrase. In his vocation, he hears that in various forms when folks are in distress, so he has his methods. He pulls the swing arm the soup is hanging on, to the side so the soup will keep warm until he is done. He then steps to the small table.
"We can do that. Would you like a drink? I think I still have some ale, or some tea perhaps?" Luke offers, while motioning to the second seat at the table.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 23, 2018 5:17:14 GMT -8
Rabbit notices the wariness of Luke's face, and looks at her hands holding the wine and flowers, she then gazes around at the surrounding tables and there is a small confused moment where she doesn't seem to know what to do with the items. She then sets the two items down with very little grace, on the table. She sits down at the offered seat and looks over at the tiefling.
“I would like some tea please. I didn't interrupt your dinner did I?"
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Post by wolsey on Oct 23, 2018 6:02:51 GMT -8
"Interrupt? No. I always make enough for more than one. I never know if I am having guests. Nobody knows I'm home quite yet, though. If you prefer, I can open your wive?" he then steps over and puts the flowers quietly in a glass of water and sets them on the table and holds up the bottle.
"But please sit. Let me get you a bowl of soup, and some bread, and we can talk about what you are concerned about."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 23, 2018 6:51:07 GMT -8
She smiles fondly at Luke, “I would love some food, it smells good."
She then looks surprised by his reference of concern. "I am not concerned about anything, at least not in a way that I am unhappy about. In fact my life is better than it has ever been in my life."
She watches him dish the food with the same fond smile.
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Post by wolsey on Oct 23, 2018 7:14:28 GMT -8
Luke dishes up two bowls and opens Rabbits wine. He sits her servings down i from of her, taking a seat across from him.
“Well, let me know what’s on your mind. Other than the quality of the soup. I know it’s only passable,” he laughs as he makes the joke.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 23, 2018 7:40:44 GMT -8
She pulls the bowl up to her and takes a bite, closing her eyes, seeming to enjoy the moment, “I think this is very good Luke."
Keeping her eyes closed she begins breathing rhythmically for a few seconds . "I wanted to talk to you about me.... us...."
She breathes out in a hard motion. "You mentioned in Arborlon that you need to talk to people about what is expected and wanted in a relationship..." She looks desperately uncomfortable, "oh my gods, I don't even know how to say this." Her eyes almost glowing in annoyance at her inability to start.
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Post by wolsey on Oct 23, 2018 17:55:13 GMT -8
"Well, that is true. I was hoping to talk to you when we got back, actually. I had to make sure you didn't have a contract because I felt it would be unethical to even consider anything more than friendship while I could influence your reaction to me," Luke explains.
"Let me start then, since I might have done this a time or two," He smiles warmly and takes a sip of the wine she brought.
"I like you. I'd like to be more than friends. I'm not sure if it's the horns or what, but I am terrible about monogamy. I can't do it. I'm not jealous about my partners at all, either, though. If you wanted to try being more than friends, I'd like that. I am good at honesty, and I won't lie to you. I will probably sleep with others on and off, but I'll make sure you know what's happening, and you can join, or hear about it, or not, as is your wish."
Luke holds his breath waiting for her to answer. His inability to have a traditional relationship had always been a bit of an issue.
He adds, "I didn't really talk to Nestrim in too much detail because he is old and jaded, and done this a thousand times. I'm just another notch on his belt. We will never be in a relationship. You however, I like you enough to think we could be more than a casual, if you felt you wanted to test the waters."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 23, 2018 19:20:53 GMT -8
Rabbit watches Luke as he speaks, her eyes gigantic and the quick breathing is back, “I really want that, more than anything else I have done or went after. I never wanted to leave your bed when you were laying there beside me when I was having a fit."
She takes another sip of soup, seeming to try and get words to work . "I understand about not being good at monogamy, I have never been connected with someone like this before, but I understand your needs and I wouldn't ever ask you to change yourself."
She keeps breathing quickly. "I understand Nesterim, and it doesn't bother me if you are having sex with him. It sounds kind of hot actually." She looks down and then holds her breath for a moment. "I was bothered he got to be alone with you more than I had up to that point. I know that is stupid, childish and stunted emotionally. For that I am sorry, and I understand if that already bothers you enough that this is not workable for you." She closes her eyes, waiting for Luke to call a halt to any possibilities.
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Post by wolsey on Oct 23, 2018 19:27:01 GMT -8
Luke smiles. He sets his glass of wine down, and reaches across to her hand. He realizes this is definitely type of relationship for Rabbit, "I just want to make sure that you know, most relationships don't work out for me long term. People get tired of my obsessive observations of my religion, my complete inability to make and keep money, and my desire to live in near squalor. However, if you can deal with that, I am happy to see how this works between us."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 23, 2018 19:42:15 GMT -8
Rabbit's skin is incredibly warm to the touch and her hand reflexively accepts his touch and responds immediately, wrapping her tiny fingers into the larger giantlike hand. She keeps her eyes closed but her breathing immediately deepens, softens and the tension leaves her body.
She opens huge eyes, the famed handmaiden passion blazing from them. “You don't scare me you big tree. My last relationship I was forced to sacrifice on an altar to Lolth, leaving me with a 416 year downtime of no relationships, punctuated only by sex. Your religion doesn't scare me, I worshipped a dark goddess and listened to my mother for hundreds of years extoll her. I make a lot of money and never have a way to spend it, and I have lived out of an inn for decades because I can't figure out what to buy. So your squalor doesn't scare me. Maybe I can contribute more to your church. None of this scares me."
She takes his hand closer to her, lifts it up to her lips and gives his fingers warm, soft kiss. Luke can feel her shivering slightly while holding the hand against her lips .
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Post by wolsey on Oct 23, 2018 19:51:32 GMT -8
Luke raises her hand to his lips, and kisses it before saying, "Well, let's take this slowly, and then you decide if I get annoying or not."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 23, 2018 19:57:14 GMT -8
Rabbit closes her eyes when Luke kisses her hand in turn, quietly enjoying his lips on her hand, her breath quickens
She opens her eyes, but doesn't withdraw her hand. “Could you define what you mean by slow. I am sorry, I am like a feral animal, I don't do well with just 'going with it' slowly. I am not sure if you mean don't touch you for months, or don't go fast when having sex"
She chuckles and with her free hand she takes a sip of wine.
RABBIT
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