<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/eb/49/a1/eb49a1c2130ab69826f2baba518264d4.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Angelo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251193.msg12416930#msg12416930)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On Deck<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Red Beard<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Sleeves of Many Garments, set to something 'officer-y'. Parrot coming in to rest below deck, the storm will kill the poor thing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He had interrupted his captain. How rude. But now that he had finally taken the time to process the luxury that the captain lived in, was he jealous? Perhaps. But if anything, it only inspired him. One day, he would have a room this lavish, perhaps a tower as well decorated. Cliche, perhaps, that a mage dreamed of a mage tower, but for him, living high in the air where he could truly feel free was his dream, the tower was just a means to obtain it.<br/><br/>Elated, he was, that the captain returned his affection, if just for this moment. He held the kiss, joining and matching Angelica's enthusiasm with his own. His hands moved to find what laces might hold her corset, so that he might undo them. His own clothing was easy to remove if one simply tugged at his sleeves-the magic of the many garments sleeves he wore would fade, and he would be left wearing only his belt-the smallest amount of clothing he could get away with, and still allow the sleeves to work. Of course, the captain might not know that. And she might be a bit more concerned at Angelo's attempts to undress her.