<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/80/e1/ca80e14d974ba257a040889cd05602df.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Kyless (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15501371#msg15501371)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021 | 11:30 AM <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Where the <em>Wild</em>things Are (https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/black-sand-beach-punalu-u-beach-1489522998.jpg?crop=1xw:1xh;center,top&amp;resize=480:*)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Descendant, Ryusei<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Azmodiel, the Betrayer, Whose Wrath Still Burns The Long Since Dead<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> The Ocean Ships Ryusei and Kyless<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Casual Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/41/24/20/4124208ec8b34b58d62fc6af64763fb1.jpg) | Bare Feet | Toshiro's Anti-Magic Bracelet | THE OCEAN</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The trickster’s golden eyes widened with <em>some</em>thing <em>new</em> as The <em>Descendant</em> Ryusei used <em>his</em> magic, the magic of a Shadow Monarch, to <em>play</em> with what was left of hers, her embarrassing, regretful <em>sneezes</em>. His magic, dark and potent, made her magic a little <em>less</em> small. <em>A little un-small.</em> It was very, very fun and something to be remembered, also. And when they <em>returned</em> to him, her bright, golden eyes, they were <em>full</em>. Full of wonder, knowing, and some happy <em>some</em>things. <br/><br/>The Descendant used his magic <em>for</em> her, on today, <em>this</em> day. He moved them forward, and the Ocean moved <em>too</em>, rising, lapping, <em>playing</em> against their legs, their hips, their backs, their chests. Until it held <em>all</em> parts of them, <em>under</em> its waves, under its blue. Until just their heads swam above its crystal, shimmery surface. With each moment, each movement, Kyless could feel… <em>She could feel.</em> Feel <em>all</em> of Ryusei, his… muscles, his shape, his <em>size</em>. Her dark blue lips gaped <em>open</em> in arousal again, just a <em>little</em>, as the moving, playful Ocean <em>rocked</em> their wet, warm bodies together, pushing, pulling, swimming. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The fish and all the <em>slippery</em>things of the Ocean followed them, and traveled <em>out</em> with them, whirling around their bodies and spinning <em>else</em>where, down below. And Kyless stayed <em>against</em> Ryusei, against his weight, until he was weightless, until the Ocean made him float. Until the Ocean made her float too. She blinked her golden eyes and smiled at him, just before. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>Her deep blue hands pushed a <em>wave</em> of the Ocean into his face. As the splash of salt water rose and fell over Ryusei’s dark hair, Kyless’ legs brushed up <em>against</em> his, then wrapped and twirled <em>around</em> his legs underneath the water, in between all the fish and <em>slippery</em>things, wanting to swim, but not wanting go too far, to go too <em>un</em>-close. Then Kyless giggled. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Then she took a big breath, and sank beneath the water entirely, into a <em>new</em> game that was as much pointing out different colored <em>slippery</em>things as it was flirting. A dance almost began between them, like a race, a tag, a dream, beneath the blue, magical water that the wild, adorable trickster had missed <em>so</em> a lot.<br/><br/>The game went on for a <em>while</em>, but even when it was finished Kyless’ heart still <em>hummed</em> between her rib cage. "You said you train a lot, <em>Ryusei</em>…” the trickster began, now floating on her back, her bare blue toes peeking up from the water, as she bobbed up and down next to him in the middle of the Ocean, far, <em>very</em> far, from the sandy, black shore. “You are certain that your father is not going to start another of his wars? If you had to lie before, in front of the <em>humans</em>, I understand. Your father’s fury is rather <em>breathtaking</em> and humans require great amounts of air.” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her hands clasped the front of her soaking, beige dress as she looked back at Ryusei. She wished she could smell him now, again, but her nose was too full of <em>fuzz</em> to smell any one thing anymore.</span>