Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 20:39:06 GMT -5
Why did I come back?
A black sleeveless shirt, and black cloth pants, along with brown leather boots and a brown leather belt were what clad the young half-elven seer. He also had a blood red scarf wrapped around his neck, hiding the bottom half of his face.
He stood, his large sword on his back, and his spear retracted on his belt. He scoffed at his own fate. He had left the academy, and tried to use his seer powers to eke out a lving in a small elven villiage. It hadn't worked, and he was back.
"Don't bother moving quietly, Dementia, I know you're there. I can't see why, but I see you in my mind's eye."
He let out a sigh. Standing here at the edge of the city, contemplating jumping. Testing his will to live again, like he had before he left. He turned to her, his smirk hidden.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 1, 2007 20:48:35 GMT -5
Dementia had heard that Roy had come back. So... like any crazed lusty angel girl, Dementia decided to go looking for him. When she found him she had tried to sneak up on him but, clearly... that didn't work at all. He had seen her and she pouted. Her crimson red dress shifted around as she moved her hands to rest on her hips. Her pale colored skin a bright contrast to the black locks that fell down around her shoulders. Her lips colored the same color of her dress.
"Well. Its good to see you back, even if you did cop a feel on me last time."
Dementia smirked teasing him slightly. She tilted her head a bit and looked him over.
"You aren't planning to jump again are you? Thats no fun if I have to save your butt again."
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 21:02:04 GMT -5
"Hmph. I told you that was an accident."
He was still smirking. He noticed again, just as he had last time, how beautiful she was, but he pushed it from his mind. He was a seer, not some male whore. He ad learned much in his absence, and he now knew what lust was, from his visions. It disguted him that the mind was forgotten in some kind of animal instinc to rut and mate like wild boars.
He sensed some mesure of lust in her heart, but he ignored it.
"I was thinking of jumping, yes, but I don't really have the will to fly right now. I'd kill myself, but I sense bloodlust in the air itself. Something will happen in due time, and I can be some measure of help against it."
Roy let out a small sigh.
"It's too damn bad. I guess something still has a use for a disgraced seer."
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 1, 2007 21:09:14 GMT -5
"Disgrased seer? Pft. Least you weren't shipped off."
Dementia crossed her arms under her chest and she streached out her black wings. She yawned and her wing joints popped loudly. She tilted her head sharply and a crack left her. She let out a relaxed sigh and looked over at him.
"Take that silly thing off. Its no fun lookin' at ya if I can't really see ya. Common off with it."
She would pause and smirk. She moved closer to him not fast but rather slow. A slight swing to her hips as she walked. Her pale colored hands reached up and began removing the scarf her self.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 21:18:46 GMT -5
"H-hey! Cut that out......."
She reached up and pulled off his scarf. The swing in her hips as she walked toward him before doing so was noticeable...and slightly hypnotic. He shook off the daze it had created quickly. He took pride in the fact that nothing could cloud his mind, so he decided to ignore her appearance. It wasn't easy, because of what he sensed from her.
Lust. Overpowering lust, to be exact.
Roy's smirk was visible now, as she finished pulling pulling off his scarf.
He turned away, his shoulder length red hair swinging slightly. His long, pointed ears stood out horizontaly from his head a few inches. mostly covered by his hair.
"So, why exactly would looking at me be fun? I'm considered an ugly abomonation by the elves."
He thought he already knew the answer, but decided to ask. He usually shut out his second sight, and he did so out of respect when talking to a person. to anyone he trusted. He diddn't know why, but he trusted her.
"Don't make any jokes about me being a Seer, either. I can shut out my second sight, and I trust you, for some reason. Too much to violate the privacy of your mind."
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 21:38:10 GMT -5
"Hmph. I'm not exactly easy. Also, you'd fit in great, in an elvish villiage. Seer work just doesn't pay well. The elves actually see fit to keep both dark and light angels happy in thier villages."
He brushed the feather out of his hair. He was able to completely ignore her running it along his ear, after she said she had lured men to her death. She would just do the same to him. He diddn't want to die in some dishonorable manner, such as succumbing to lust for such a woman as she, beautiful as she was.
He diddn't know why she had his trust. She just did. He knew she wouldn't try ti kill him, but he kept his guard up, nonetheless.
"As for why I'm actually back, I had a vision. My uncle came to see me soon after. He can see much further into the future than I can, and told me I should be here."
He looked out into the open sky, smiling softly instead of smirking.
"The only elf left that actually knows what he's doing when it comes to the second sight."
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 1, 2007 21:47:37 GMT -5
Dementia listened for a while and after Roy stopped talking she began to snore into his ear like she were asleep.
"You are way too uptight. You were a bit more easy going when I first met you. What happend when you were out there?"
Dementia continued to lean on him and she caught the feather as he brushed it out of his hair. She knew he was cautious of her, any one would be after you say something like she had. She continued to trail that feather over the tip of his ear though. The way that it just seemed to move along his ear kinda hypnotized her. She leaned against him the feather playing over his ear and she waited for him to speak.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 22:04:55 GMT -5
He let out a sigh.
"A lot happened."
He left it at that. He felt odd, her leaning on him. He had lustful feelings of his own, and fought with himself to kep them hidden. He stiffened in her arms slightly, his small bod becoming rather tense. He saw a possible future, very suddenly.
Let's just say, she wouldn't kill him. He would enjoy it, as well.
And that appaled him. He was a person of the mind, not the body. Lust was foreign to him. It scared him.
He couldn't even stammer out the words to as kher to get off, because he was uncomfortable.
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 1, 2007 22:12:11 GMT -5
Dementia heard his stuttering and she laughed a little. She stuck her feather back into his hair and stood up on her own instead of leaning on him.
"Aw what's wrong Atenwood? Getting a bit stiff?"
The last part came from her lips just before she snickered softly. Dementia reached over with her pale colored hand and poked his arm softly.
"You are a real fun killer. Loosen up a little."
After she said this she reached over and put her arm's around him. A swift movement and she was infront of him. Her lips pressed against his and she slid her tongue over the soft flesh of his lips. She smirked and pulled back.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 22:19:45 GMT -5
He flushed red, her tounge softly running over his lips as she kissed him. She pulled back, and asked him if that helped a bit. His body was trembling lightly as she put her arms around him.
That had been his first kiss. He was speechless for a full minute, just standing there, shaking slightly.
He finaly spoke.
"Ummm....I......well......it's a little akward.....usually women avoid me...not hang all over me."
He let out another small sigh. He couldn't stop trembling. After living among the northern orken tribes, and in the cities of the elves, a woman had never shown any interest in him. He was considered orken nobility, and a mere peasant to the elves.
"Believe it or not, that was my first kiss."
He smiled. He had been a man of the mind for a long time. He had neglected his body's needs. He wouldn't indulge them, probably would die a virgin, but figured he could at least handle one kiss without turning to lust.
"Thanks. I diddn't want to die without at least kissing a woman once."
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 1, 2007 22:28:01 GMT -5
Dementia looked at him awkwardly for a bit. As if she didn't think he was seriouse. The kid was such a buzz kill though, how could he not be. Dementia still had a hold of him and she was quickly thinking of something to do or say to either shut him up, or make him stop acting like a buzz kill.
"Well... Thats not suprising. You know... that a girl hasn't kissed you. You are such a buzz kill. I told you to loosen up man. Common. Its not that hard. Here..."
Again, their lips met. This time Dementia pushed her tongue past his lips tender flesh and into his mouth. Her arm's wrapped tigher around him pulling him closer to her curved body. She held the kiss for at least a minute before she unwrapped her arms and let them slide to his waist. She pulled away from his lips and let out a sigh.
"How about now? Did I fix that broken part in you yet? Or do I have to go deeper?"
Dementia's eyebrow raised a bit as she looked at him. She smirked.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 22:40:29 GMT -5
She sudenly pressed her mouth to his again, and her tounge entered his mouth. His eyes opened wide and his cheeks burned redder than they had before. He wrapped his arms around her neck tentatively, as she pulled him against her. After a full minute, she let go.
Then she spoke, and he cocked an eyebrow himself.
"What do you mean by brken part? And I told you I diddn't mean to do that the last time...."
And what the hell do you mean by deeper?
His eyes widened in horror as he ralized he had accidentaly projected that thought to her. Sometimes he lost control of his powers. He just happened to do so now, and it was possibly a very bad thing to happen to the young seer-warrior.
He waited for the inevitable answer to his last question, one that would possibly hurt. His telepathy had gotten him in trouble before, after all....
Post by blackflamerose on Aug 1, 2007 22:50:40 GMT -5
Roy was a little in shock. Dementia smirked and laughed a little looking at him. She shook her head softly. His thought projected into her mind, she raised a brow. Her eyes turned back to him and she tried to keep from laughing too hard.
"You really don't know anything about this do you?"
Dementia reached up with one of her pale slender hands and took the feather she had placed in his hair. She slid that feather over his pointed ears and down his jaw line. A smile crossing her lips. She pulled the feather away from him and looked at it. Her other hand moved up and copied the route the feather took. Her index finger ran over his ear and then down and around the jawline then down his neck. Her touch soft like the feather she had used.
"I don't know If I should tell you or show you..."
Came her voice, soft and seductive. She then slid the feather over her collar bone and down, letting it slowly drift near to her clevage before she pulled the feather away. He was fun to tease, and yet... Dementia couldn't help but feel that perhaps for once she was teasing her self as well. She was denying to her self that she liked him, yet she was willingly teasing him. Her wings opened behind her and shook a little, removing such thoughts from her very person, and Dementia would wait to see Roy's reaction.
Post by Roy Atenwood on Aug 1, 2007 23:04:37 GMT -5
Roy was confused. What did she mean by tell him or show him?
"What....exactly do you mean? Tell me or show me what?"
By now, he knew he couldn't force his body to behave. He was pressed up against her, and he knew she could feel....he diddn't want to think about it. All he could think about now was what she had meant. He had shut his mind's eye, determined not to invade her mind, and he was cluless.
He raised an eyebrow, trembling lightly at her touch.