<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ae/95/fc/ae95fca7613783738d741f173a97052d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Argon<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Instructor (Teaches History, Warcraft and Fae magic)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Inflamed by a cupid<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Gardens<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nothing at all.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Briella<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>No one.<br/><br/><strong>{Briella}</strong>“I'm so hot for you, Argon... can you feel that?”<br/><br/>His eyes smolder and he sighs at the sensation that being so close to her causes in him. "It would be impossible to miss." he breathes out.<br/><br/><strong>{Briella}</strong>“I think you sir... are wearing far too much at this moment...”<br/><br/>Getting out of armour wasn't difficult if you were Fae, especially if your armour was enchanted to become any clothing desired to suite your purposes; right now he wanted no barriers between himself and the exquisite and alluring Briella. He touches a rune on his ring and with a thought his clothes are gone. He throbs against her and pulls her closer. "There, I think I'm now wearing the proper amount of clothing to continue." he says before kissing her deeply.