<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lucifer<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Human immediately mirrored the universal gesture for peace and good intentions, which Koriand’r understood to be a very welcoming and altogether positive sign. It would have been disheartening had he stood there completely dumbfounded and illiterate to the more unified culture of the Galaxy, so she was ultimately pleasantly surprised to see that the inhabitants of Earth weren’t<em>quite</em>so primitive as she’d imagined. Perhaps she should presume less about these Earthlings, going forwards? It would not be fair of her to consistently undermine them, even though she did quite enjoy the prospect of allowing them the opportunity to continuously surprise her. This particular Human, for example, was already unexpectedly<em>taller</em>than she was prepared for. Yet he was also<em>far</em>more pleasing to the eye, than the likes of Harry Hokum; the only other Human to whom she could compare him with. Granted, Hokum was allied to the Citadel Empire, which immediately made him unattractive to her in body, mind<em>and</em>spirit. His skin was rougher, wrinkled and coarse, like the hide from a Z’orasaur male’s rump; and that was<em>never</em>a compliment! His hair meanwhile, was pitch black at the top, whilst the sides were silver. This Human however, was quite the opposite, and she stole a moment to properly appreciate him whilst he seemed to be closing his eyes in deep thought. Perhaps his translator model was functioning slowly? Kori gave him the benefit of the doubt, and was far more intrigued by the contours of his face. There was a sharper quality to his nose, almost avian-like, which made her want to trace her fingertips from the bridge down to the pointed tip. Beneath it, she noticed that he favoured the dusting of shorter facial hair, shaped to frame his mouth and highlight the contours of his jaw and cheekbones. It was a style very rarely favoured by the younger, usually cleanly-shaven Tamaranean males, as beards were usually associated with age, status and wisdom. Canting her head to the side very slightly, she speculated his age whilst contentedly following that trail of short hair back up the sides of his face. She was about to marvel over his golden wisps of hair, which reminded her of the sun-kissed flowers that bloomed near the largest waterfall on the Eastern ridge of Tamaran. Instead, her exploratory gaze paused to catch the re-opening of his eyelids, and her own widened a notch to the brief glimpse of<em>very</em>unexpected, crimson red irises. Then, they were blue again, as if to test her vision.<br/><br/>Intrigued and confused eyes double-blinked. His eyes had<em>definitely</em>changed colour, but<em>why</em>? Had he done something? Should she be worried? She did not<em>feel</em>any different, and aside from his eye colour, he did not<em>look</em>any different either. That thought trail had to pause though, because he at last responded to her, albeit not in a language she understood. Immediately, her brows furrowed.<em>Oh dear</em>… perhaps he did not possess a translator after all? Yet the tone and intention of his voice, slowly began to resonate with her. She sensed a deep regret, and the wish to communicate in spite of the language barrier. Gradually, the hidden meaning behind his comprehendible words, eased her brows and she once again regarded him with a very relaxed sense of curiosity. How strange it must be to him, to suddenly encounter another being from outer space! Koriand’r was a creature of empathy, after all, so she was not against imagining herself in someone else’s position. Besides, he was equally new to her, which made those feelings perfectly mutual. The only advantage was that she was more experienced in dealing with other sentient galactic species, or so she presumed.<br/><br/><strong>“You do not possess translators?”</strong>She questioned, but unlike some species, she was not dismayed or irritated by this revelation. Tamaraneans didn’t<em>need</em>such devices, after all, which is why a little smile started to coquettishly lift the corners of her purple painted pout. The no-nonsense Princess, took a step closer, boldly entering his personal space with a complete disregard for Human concepts of ‘comfortable distancing’. Should she test one of the other twenty-three major languages of the Vega System on him? Her gaze was dancing across his face, as she pondered the question. Logic determined that if he did not know Tamaranean, then why would he know another other Vegan dialect? Could it be possible that he might know the Citadelian’s tongue? That the Citadel had somehow extended their reach beyond the Vega System? No, whilst the Green Lantern Corps weren’t allowed to interfere with Vegan politics, there was no ban on them from intervening with the rest of the Galaxy. Besides, just the thought of having to twist her tongue to utter the detestable Citadelian language, brought a constricting lump to her throat in protest.<em>No</em>, this awkward situation was very easily resolved, without the hindrance of any further complications! Not to mention that the prospect of learning a new language was always very stimulating.<br/><br/><strong>“Relax, Human.”</strong>She soothed as she reached for him; arms lifting in unison so that her hands could attempt to find purchase against the slope of his broad shoulders.<strong>“I will resolve this!”</strong>And with that excited little declaration, she beamed at him, eyes locking as she stepped in to lightly collide against his strangely<em>over</em>clothed form. The motion was very sudden, each movement intrinsically linked together, and her intention incredibly clear as her eyelids gradually became heavy. Unless he stopped her, or tried to move away, her plump lips would align against his, instigating a very bold and abrupt kiss. It was hardly tentative, as one might expect from the definition of a ‘first kiss’. It was the kiss of a woman who brazenly knew exactly<em>how</em>to lock lips with another, and it done in such a way that to any onlooker, it would seem as though she had already kissed him plenty of times before. There was no slip or wrestling of tongues, of course, but there<em>was</em>the very confident pressure of her lips purposefully pressing against his, until the re-angling of her head allowed for her to capture his bottom lip between her own, and nudge the tip of her nose in the space between his nose and upper lip. Anticipating resistance, her hands gladly slid up to capture the sides of his head with the touch of her palms against his jaw, and the splay of her fingers against his ears and temples; hoping to hold him still whilst she took what she both needed, and<em>wanted</em>.<br/><br/>The primary reason for kissing him of course, was to acquire the assimilation of<em>language</em>. Already, from the contact of their joint lips, she could feel the transition of words and phrases entering her mind. A penetration of a different kind, which set her species apart from the vast majority of all others. Now, she<em>could</em>have simply touched him, but where was the fun in that? No, Koriand’r<em>wanted</em>to taste Human lips for the first time, and more specifically feel those bristling hairs across his chin and over the top of his lip, graze against her skin. Her people saw no shame on acting upon impulses, so long as it brought no harm to others. She certainly had no intention of harming him right now, but she<em>did</em>have every intention of drawing out this ‘first encounter’ for much longer than necessary. Unless of course, he stopped her.<br/><br/>If not, then there was something else, sparking in the back of her mind. A tiny flame of intrigue, addictively luring her closer. It demanded her to continue assimilating, because whilst she usually could only learn the language that she’d<em>heard</em>, there was something else there, caught on the tip of her tongue.<em>A second language!?</em>If he hadn’t put an end to the kiss, then she’d suddenly, very greedily push her body closer. Abandoning his bottom lip, she’d tilt her head to the other side, and capture his top lip this time. An intrigued murmur, echoing in her throat, lined with sweetened satisfaction. There was an urgency though, to the way that she suckled against him, mirrored by the way that she unashamedly crushed her ample breasts against his fabric covered chest. This second language was so different, compared to the first. The words were so rough, and raw... so violently visceral, that she wondered if to speak them would be to feel like setting her tongue on fire. Why would a planet have<em>two</em>native languages? How very strange!<br/><br/>Eventually, the Tamaranean Princess would draw back, if the Human didn’t beat her to the chase first. Her withdrawal, however, would be very calm and almost complacent; gradually lifting her eyelids to regard the Human with undiminished curiosity. There was so much she needed to learn about this Planet and its’ inhabitants, and it was beginning to dawn upon her just how little she was prepared for all cultural dissimilarities.<br/><br/><strong>“Why do you have <em>two</em> languages?”</strong>She suddenly asked in perfect English, utilising the same accent he'd spoken to her with. It was as though the kiss had been perfectly normal, and as simple as breathing. Likewise, she made no attempt to step away from him either, although she would drop her hands back down to rest upon his shoulders.<strong>“<acronym title="When should I use this one?">S'ar l'taeuhg I uza yiz aera?”</acronym></strong>But unknown to her, the second language that rolled from her tongue with the same, surprisingly very eloquent pronunciation as the first, in fact came from one of the seven depths of Hell… Perhaps as a result of him briefly using his powers on her? Whatever the reason, it appeared that she'd picked up more than just the English language!<br/>