Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)
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				Title: <strong>Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 19:02:13</strong>
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				For many generations, a battle has been raging in the Capital City. Rarely would there be any violent conflicts seen by the public; more often the fight was taken in opulent parlours, grand ballrooms, sumptuous feasts or even the occasional shaded back-alley dealings. The two wealthiest families in the land, the LaVelles and the Murnau, have been making maneuverings of every sort in attempts to take the throne. Noted throughout history were many duels, assassinations and even banishments as a result of this ancient blood feud, with both families so equal in number and power that neither have gained the upper hand in the conflict for long enough to claim true victory.<br><br>This conflict has not gone unnoticed by the Throne, of course. Edicts placed by the Duke have prevented the sort of open violence that had plagued the city in the earlier years of the families bickering, but still nothing could be done when a challenge to a duel of honor was made. As the crypts of the two families became more extensive, it seemed their loathing only grew. By the end of their conflicts, more schemes were done for the purpose of revenge or spite than for political gains toward their initial goals.<br><br>The tale begins at what some would call the final Midsummer of the families' conflict. A Masquerade was being held at the palace; an homage to the Midsummer Great Hunt of the Fae. Anyone of any status was invited to attend, and indeed they'd do well to keep (or even increase) their social standing by accepting the invitations. Naturally, the LaVelles and the Murnau had both many of their members in attendance. Being so masked, in fact, both believed there were ample opportunities to move against their foes. <br><br>However, not every family member in attendance was looking toward their vendetta. Indeed, one of the younger of the Murnau men, Claude, was in attendance simply to enjoy himself. While he shared his family's distaste for the LaVelle clan, it was more through reinforcement through his elders rather than any personal affront, being as he'd not yet taken part in any of the intrigues that beleaguered the two houses. Clad in a verdant green raiment of noble bearing, his masque for the evening appeared to be shaped as though it were a falling of sable-edged leaves hiding his features from view. Having just entered the hall with several of his fondest friends, Claude could not help but give a smile at the proceedings, looking for some amusement to alleviate the tedium of everyday life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 20:31:30</strong>
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				The LaVelle household had been all in a bustle, with folk trying to dress, peek at others' costumes, and keep their own hidden from prying eyes. One among these many was Miranda LaVelle, daughter of the head of the LaVelles, and only a few weeks shy of her eighteenth birthday. Despite that, she was being allowed to attend, and rode in a hired carriage between her parents, fiddling with her gown and trying not to fidget.<br><br>Unlike a usual ball, no announcements were made as they entered, and Miranda hung back a few minutes before gathering the courage to enter the house. Her parents had long since disappeared into the crowd, and she lingered in the doorway, gloved hands nervously smoothing her dress.<br><br>Her mother's dressmaker had been quite proud of it; departing from the red and russet tones that most of the LaVelle house were tending to, she was wearing a mix of whites and creams shot with silver and edge with it as well. As a finishing touch, she'd drafted a clever pair of falls of cloth that spilled down from her shoulderblades, of a nearly weightless gauze that billowed like wings when she moved quickly.<br><br>Which... she did, when finally she got up the courage to plunge into the crowd, her white-feather wing's flaring out to either side of deep blue eyes, dark hair left loose and curling and caught with a scattering of pinned pearls that winked and hid with every turn of her head, as she shifted and slid past other revelers, seeking the table that must be there somewhere with cool drinks to combat the warmth of the many crowded rooms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 22:35:02</strong>
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				It didn't take long among the crowd of mingling nobility for Claude to lose sight of his comrades, but that was an expected eventuality. Green eyes scanned the rooms for some some place more out of the way, for the throng was beginning to grow a bit stifling. He weaved through the crowds, thankful that none recognized him as the heir to the head of the Murnau household; no doubt he'd receive more of the typical pandering and grovelling of the lower houses, had he been identified. <br><br>At long last, he had found a relatively empty area of the soiree, where some beverages were being served at a table near the balconies. A breath of fresh air and a cool drink would do wonders for Claude in the stuffy midsummer weather.&nbsp; As he finally had found some open space in which to breathe, he gave a small smile to the servant, requesting a cup of chilled fruitwine.&nbsp; As he waited for the drink to be poured, he disentangled some of his fair-coloured hair from the edge of his mask. <br><br>It was then that he noticed the approach of what he thought could have been an angel. Samite wings billowed out behind her as she drew near, and she seemed to be feeling the same ill-effects of the season as Claude. He blinked at the dark haired angel, then looked back to the server to speak quietly. "And one more, please..."<br><br>The timing couldn't have been better. As the fluttering seraph drew near enough to the table, Claude had already a second chilly drink in his hand, which was promptly offered to the girl. "For you, milady," he said with a gentle smile, "it would appear we've the same need, this evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 22:20:05</strong>
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				The press of the crowd was almost an unbearable thing, and it was more chance than design that she'd noticed people exiting a particular room with full cups in hand, and made her way in that direction. Only when she drew close to the banquet table did people part and let her gain her goal - where she found a cool glass thrust into her hands by a masked man.<br><br>"Oh!" she gasped a little, startled, and smiled as her gloved hands curled around the cup, the chill seeping deliciously through the cloth against her palms. Lifting it, she raised the glass to him with a smile. "Merry Midsummer to you, milord."<br><br>Bringing the cup down to her lips, she to a small, slow sip, enjoying the sweet and spiced taste of the fruitwine spilling over her tongue and down her throat, a welcome thread of cold to combat the oppressive heat of the densely attended revel. Over the rim of the glass, her eyes fell upon his - a green more brilliant than his clothing met her cerulean gaze, which gave her a strange, inexplicable sense of recognition, though she felt sure she'd never seen him before, mask of no.<br><br>The glass drifted downward, almost forgotten, until she realized she must be staring, and quickly dipped her gaze to the side with a self-conscious laugh. "I hadn't quite realized how warm it would be in here... it makes one wish that the spirits were truly in attendance. Or at least the spirits of the air and wind." 
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 22:38:52</strong>
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				Claude had nearly forgotten his own glass, as well; the mystery woman's voice was simply enchanting, and truly befitting of the angelic appearance her costume conveyed. He didn't realize he was staring upon her until she looked over her glass and their gazes met directly. He felt a near-jolt through him as something struck him as oddly familiar, yet distant about this young lady. Those azure orbs hypnotized him for a moment, until she looked away. He imagined she must be blushing beneath that mask, as he felt a similar flush rising to his cheeks.<br><br>He laughed along with her as she made her little jest, nodding to her words. "Indeed, though the Midsummer is quite merry, milady, I do say it could be a touch cooler."<br><br>The Murnau had forgotten about his compatriots that may have been wandering about. He'd forgotten about his family, most likely dealing power back and forth amongst the shadowed corners of the palace. While Claude had met many a lovely lady in his time, never had he been so entranced by one such as this. Perhaps it was to be attributed to the mystique and wonder of the masquerade, but her eyes, that voice, her overall demeanor; the words he spoke seemed to flow from his lips of their own accord.<br><br>"Perhaps the lady would like to join me upon the balcony for a whiff of fresher air and a view of the night?" he offered.<br><br>The possibility of her refusal did not seem to even shadow Claude's mind. He turned to offer his arm to the mysterious female, the most charming of smiles crossing his features without even realizing it. His family had urged him to attend the party, which he met with mild disdain. Now he found himself believing that coming to the palace may not have been such a poor idea, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 23:29:08</strong>
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				The balconies had been foremost in her turned-away gaze as she took another sip of the wine, and it was as if he'd read her mind when he suggested a sojourn upon them. Agreement was instantly in her mind - but careful breeding was right alongside it, and she paused a long moment for another sip, painfully aware of his extended arm as she made him wait. <em>A LaVelle rushes for no one less than the Crown,</em> mother had once scolded her for running through the halls of their country estate.<br><br>"Yet again, milord has astutely anticipated my desire," she offered with a thread of laughter under her voice, and lay a gloved hand upon his offered arm, taking his lead to move through the crowd toward one of the arched doorways separating indoors from out.<br><br>Not until they passed through those arching designs of stone and into the outdoors did she feel the cool upon her skin, quite welcome as they trod across the long-cast beams of light. Her step slowed, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness of moonlit night, and she tilted her head back to look up at that silvery heavenly body, imagining she could feel its touch on her face. "It is simply a perfect night for it, don't you think?"
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 23:40:59</strong>
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				Claude chuckled as the mysterious lady took a moment to consider his offer; he could tell the difference between deliberation and being playfully coy. Yet it all seemed to fit in with the evening. Oh, how he was happy to attend the masquerade, now that he knew the wonders that lay within. He carried his cup along with him as he lead his counterpart through the teeming crowds, for it seemed more and more were discovering the chilled beverages that offered some surcease to the heat of the stuffy ballrooms.<br><br>It was a relief in many ways as they had finally passed onto one of the balconies of the palace, and Claude had purposefully navigated them toward one that would draw the least attention; a very private affair. He'd not want to suffer the taunts of his friends, should they spot his interaction with the fairer sex. He kept the other's hand upon his arm as they gazed up toward Luna's face, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.<br><br>"The night has only just begun, milady, though I must concur that the direction it is taking seems quite... enchanting," that last said as he turned his gaze back to his escort.<br><br>He'd not nearly drunk enough of the wine for it to be addling his wits, yet something clouded Claude's mind with a haze like which he had never felt before. The night air, the touch of a new acquaintance, the ambiance of the masquerade, and a private discussion beneath the unabashed moonlight were all creating a tableau of utter perfection in the young Murnau's mind. His father had warned him about galavanting about with ladies of which he knew naught, but the advice of his elders was quickly forgotten among such delectable circumstances.
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:31:35</strong>
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				The unknown man hadn't said much, exactly... but what he did say, in conjunction with his movements, gave her an oddly sweet chill that for all her inclination to credit it to the night air, she knew otherwise as her gaze fell from the sky to meet his, both their faces half-shadowed by the light from the doorway, beautifully inhuman with their masks.<br><br>"There is something almost otherworldly about this," she murmured, gazing at him like one spellbound; the greens of his costume were beautiful, like the plants of the garden that lay below this very balcony had come alive and woven themselves upon him for this one night, all to bring forth the sparkle of his eyes.<br><br>Without thought, her hand tightened faintly upon his arm, coaxing a few steps further, into the darkness, to stand beside the stone rail. "I must admit this is delightful. All of this."
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:01:03</strong>
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				The enchantment was clearly upon both of the pair as they slipped completely in the darkness. To the partygoers within, there was nothing to see past that stone arch other than maybe a passing glint of silver from the mysterious female's attire, or perhaps a shimmer of vert from Claude's mask.<br><br>Music began in the ballroom, and it's muted tones only enhanced the backdrop of the couple's auspicious meeting. He took one more sip from his glass before sitting it upon that stone railing, turning to face the lovely companion at his side. His arm slipped from her hand, only to take it with his own. His fingers felt along her glove gently as he let his eyes meet hers once more under the gentle illumination of the moonlight.<br><br>"I could not agree more," Claude replied a bit breathlessly, daring step even a bit closer to the lady, "Otherworldly, indeed, are the beautiful sights I've encountered, this evening."<br><br>He could not explain what had come over him. Never had he been so boldly forward with a lady, yet this woman, whose very identity remained a mystery, caused his heart to flutter within his chest. How he longed to see the visage beneath that mask...
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:25:07</strong>
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				It was forward - too forward, too bold, the way he held her hand and slid his fingertips slowly along her glove. The warmth of his touch was a sharp contrast to the cool her glass had left in the fibers, and she should have pulled away, withdrawn, perhaps even gently rebuked him.<br><br>Instead, she lifted her own glass, taking a long sip of the wine to try to cool the heat in her cheeks. It was a heat that threatened to creep all through her, tendrils of it winding around a heart that picked up speed, not quite in time with the distantly heard music.<br><br>"Is it true, do you think?" she asked, unable to look away from him, and feeling for the balcony rail to set down her glass; too far, and it tumbled unnoticed into the soft grassy path of the garden below. "Are there spirits and denizens of Tir Nan Og abroad this evening, tricking and bewitching mere mortals such as we?"
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:44:03</strong>
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				The shade of their secluded hiding place only enhanced the strange feelings fluttering about in his chest. His hand held hers as she allowed, his fingers slipping under it to wrap his own hand about, feeling the warmth of their bodies even through the glove. He didn't notice the tumbling glass, either; all that existed was her.<br><br>A building of the orchestra's music from inside seemed to be coinciding with the events unfolding all-too-rapidily upon the balcony, as if urging the two on toward their strange twist of fate. The young man took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers for even a moment.<br><br>"Be it the Tir Nan Og or other fae spirits, I do not know," he responded quietly, volume wasn't needed at their proximity, "but I indeed feel very bewitched. The music can be heard from here, milady... perhaps we may take this opportunity to dance beneath the moon, away from the suffocating heat of the crowd?"
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 03:14:50</strong>
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				The man was so close now that she could feel the soft puff of his breath upon her face when he spoke, and without a thought she inhaled deeply; it was faintly scented with the fruitwine they'd both been drinking. Perhaps it was the wine that was making her feel so odd. Perhaps.<br><br>"I'd be delighted to dance with you in the moonlight, milord," she murmured, the closeness enough that the quiet words were still heard. And with a lift of her hand overturning to lace her gloved fingers into his, and her other hand drifting up to curl atop his shoulder, the untoward nearness was turned into something perfectly acceptable, as their stance shifted from too intimate to dancing posture.<br><br>The music seemed almost to waft out to them, and she thought of her many lessons, listening to the lilt and beat of it and inhaling, exhaling to try and take the rhythm of it into herself, ready to follow his lead.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 03:46:12</strong>
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				The closeness may have had an acceptable rationale, now, but the warmth of the two in such close contact was far from lost on Claude. His hand found her waist easily as he began to lead the dance. His hand gripped hers gently as they moved about on the balcony, though space was somewhat limited. Claude moved rather gracefully, such that he never had to leave his partner's gaze as he skillfully kept them clear from any misstep.<br><br>"You move wonderfully, milady," he leaned in and whispered against her ear, so close that his heartbeat could be heard by his counterpart.<br><br>A crescendo seemed to be rising from the musicians inside as they twirled about, the young man meeting the lady's eyes once more as their dancing seemed to increase in intensity with the music. Their faces were perhaps a bit closer than two strangers in a dance should have been as he spoke in hushed tones. "Would that this night never end, so that I may live in this moment."
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 04:27:01</strong>
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				His breath upon her ear was warmer than the midsummer air through which they moved, but somehow it lifted the tiny hairs on the back of her neck as she followed the smooth and practiced lead of his footsteps. Turning her head gently, her cheek prickled with the closeness of his skin, nearly touching, and her heart fluttered like a trapped dove.<br><br>"Would that I had a way to stop time for you, milord," she whispered back, pausing to inhale, pulling air across his own ear as there came a sudden turn in the dance, her costume wings fluttering behind her. "I would do so gladly, to continue this dance."
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 04:43:51</strong>
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				The hand on his partner's waist moved around slightly to rest on her back, bringing them somehow even closer together.&nbsp; Their dance slowed, though the pace of the music did not.&nbsp; The intensity of the orchestra, however, was reaching a peak. He let her lips linger near his ear for another moment, then turned to meet her gaze very closely.<br><br>"Milady," he whispered, his breath now felt upon her lips, "I do hope you realize I am not always so very forward. I suspect it some spell of the night, perhaps... upon the both of us."
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 05:54:19</strong>
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				Her breath caught, to feel his very words upon her lips as they went still, the music continuing on and winding about them as she was drawn closer into his arms, feeling his body brushing hers through the fine silks and satins they wore.<br><br>"A spell," she whispered back, her own breath catching as she felt it ricochet off his face against her own skin. So close. Her eyes drifted closed, her spinning mind insisting that if she could not see his brilliant gaze, perhaps she might be able to pull away.<br><br>"It must be so... not ever would I find myself thus....."
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 06:52:21</strong>
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				The dancing ceased, though their emotions continued to rage; swept up in the magic of the night. They were close, so very close. His hand which held hers slid fingertips down over her arm to encircle her shoulders as her eyes slipped closed.<br><br>Claude let his eyes slip closed as well, feeling as if his body were indeed under some sort of sorcery. The hand upon her back toyed gently with those dark locks of silken mane, his arms pulling her body warmly against his own as he gave in to the mystical feelings.<br><br>The musician's playing reached a climax as his lips met the stranger's, tasting the remnants of wine and desire upon her as he settled into a warm, delicious kiss with this mystery woman.
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 12:31:55</strong>
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				His hand drifted up her gloved hand and arm, teasing for a moment at skin before wrapping around her, and her mouth was met with his own. Unthinkable - unforgiveable!<br><br>...and she leaned into it, her lips softening, cautions and warnings of her mother and aunts lost in the rush of her own blood in her ears, which soared and sang with the climax of the music that poured out of the crowded rooms nearby. Her breathing came quick, and the hand upon his shoulder tightened a little as if to keep him close as she grew used to the feel of another mouth upon her own.<br><br>The music, the wine, the night air... it all felt as if her very life had been building and working toward this sweet kiss, and she didn't even know his name as she relaxed against him.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 19:09:10</strong>
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				As he ventured to let his fingers run through her hair, he relaxed at the lady's own submission into their shared desires. He'd barely spoken to her for a quarter of an hour, yet it all seemed too perfect. It was too <em>right</em>. Feeling through those silken curls with one hand, the other moved to fully surround her waist and embrace her.<br><br>Their kiss was the most fantastic of things he had experienced in all his life. His lips parted to hers warmly, inviting her for a longer stay against him. He could have pulled away from her, but he did not - he <em>could </em>not. The feeling of her warmth, her scent, her taste; it was all far more intoxicating than any of the finest spirits. He had to have more, else he'd feel he'd never truly lived.<br><br>With the music still playing at the nigh-fevered pitch inside, the young couple outside seemed as statues, an unmoving testament to the whims of the heart.
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:40:40</strong>
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				The music swelled as his lips parted against her own, and he didn't really need to pull her against him as she swayed closer, her own softened mouth melded to his and following suit, slipping slightly open. The heat of the night, and of the moment, made her head spin.<br><br>Almost subaurally, she made a soft sound low in her throat, and unwillingly her lips broke from his by but a hair, Inhaling long and deep to try to find air cool enough to quell the rush of heat that threatened to burn her from within. "Milord.... by the gods...."
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:50:50</strong>
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				That lovely embrace seemed to linger for an eternity in his mind, yet even eternity a thousand times over would not have been enough. Feeling her lips part to his was surreal in it's pleasure, and her body seemed to be made to press against his own as she leaned into him of her own volition. As the kiss was so barely broken, he let out a shuddering sigh of his own, not wanting to move even that scant breadth away from her.<br><br>"Indeed, milady," he responded quietly, his lips brushing hers even as they spoke, "the gods surely smile upon us in this moment, to grant us such divine bestowments this night."
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 17:31:36</strong>
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				The feel of his breath and her own mingling between their brushing lips was inutterably intimate, and send a small shiver shuddering through her body as he held her close, and she clung to him. The music continued on, spiraling downward to denoument, but the height of excitement it had helped awaken within her did not dissipate, and she could not bring herself to break from this closeness.<br><br>"We... I shouldn't..." she began, faint and quavering voice given to the barely noticed protests inside. She was a good girl, and so uncertain of everything now - except that she longed to have him kiss her again.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 23:49:33</strong>
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				The music could have been gone, for all he knew at that moment. The silver moonlight and the beauty of his masked companion were all that existed to him. His fingers moved up into her hair as he held her, never moving from her touch.<br><br>"No," he whispered back, smiling, "we shouldn't..."<br><br>Yet even as he agreed with her, his lips pressed again to her own, needing to feel that warm feeling yet again. His fingertips brushed against her scalp through her hair as he began yet another glorious embrace.
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				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 18:22:47</strong>
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				Her hands slipped, arm sliding around him as his lips dipped in against hers; under the thick fall of her dark hair, she could feel the warm, gentle rub of his fingertips across her scalp, the sensation thrilling down into her such that despite the warmth of the evening she actually shivered in his arms.<br><br>Like the music that floated away, caution was lost to the non-existent wind as she made a muffled noise in her throat, her body melting toward his and her hand clutching his fingers tight, uncaring if it were foolish, or unseemly, or if they might be spotted by another partygoer seeking air as they had.<br><br>Right now, there was only him, his touch, his smell, his kiss, and it felt like all she'd ever wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 19:48:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't know what he was doing, beyond wanting more of these wonderful feelings. Without even knowing the identity of his masked lover, he would have done anything for her. He squeezed her hand in his as their dance continued in their hearts, though not their bodies. <br><br>His instincts were in full control of his movements as he let his lips part into their kiss, deepening and intensifying that affection for her. He wasn't certain why he felt the need to, but he just wanted <em>more </em>of this.&nbsp; She felt as if some part of him he'd been missing all along, and he craved to keep her near him in any way possible. He could taste the wine on her lips, and he delicately let his tongue run along those sweet tiers to get even more.&nbsp; A shiver went through his frame at the touch, and soon his tongue quested for more, slipping out to coax her along with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 18:59:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss deepened, and it was only natural that with the pressure and the dance of his tongue across them, her lips gently parted, her breath mingling intimately with his own inside there very mouths. She could taste him now, and that made her moan, a sweet, tiny chirrup of sound deep in her throat as she melted against him.<br><br>Without warning, there came a burst of raucous laughter from a group of partygoers near the doorway to the balcony, and it startled her into breaking unwillingly free of the kiss with a gasp, her head turning sharply. Thankfully, it seemed none of them were looking out into the night - but it reminded her of how precarious their hiding place truly was, and she looked back slowly, electrified by his emerald gaze. "We should.... not. Or... or find someplace..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 22:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes flickered to that laughter as well, the reality of their situation settling in slowly, but his heart still urging their proceedings to continue. He looked over the rail to the ground, not too far below. He turned back to his partner with a dashing sort of grin, almost roguish in nature, as he moved to place his back toward the balustrade. Both of his hands found hers to pull her along gently.<br><br>"Milady, I believe I would fancy a stroll in the gardens. Would you accompany me?" he asked, peeking over his shoulder; the drop was hardly a few feet. "You could meet me by the fountain... or I shall catch you, should you take such a leap of faith to my waiting arms."<br><br>He didn't even wait for her reply; he was sure enough in the magic of the night that she would follow.&nbsp; But how?&nbsp; He vaulted fluidly over the rail, with the grace that was almost surprising. He stood in the grass below, smiling up toward the mystery woman, awaiting either her leap, or her to vanish back into the palace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 04:42:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand caught at hers, and she followed his pull while suppressing a nervous giggle at how close they were to being discovered. It made her stomach twist gently with excitement. "Of course I'll follow you," she promised, "but- oh!"<br><br>Before she could finish, he leapt the railing, and he seemed for a moment as if he might hover in the air - but then he dropped from sight, and she rushed the step to grasp the thick balustrade with both hands, leaning over to peer down at him. He was unharmed - more than, he looked at ease and proud of himself, and she smiled breathlessly, glancing back over her shoulder at the brightly lit throng, glittering and magical, everything she'd yearned to join in on.<br><br>Until she'd met him.<br><br>Biting her lip a little, she turned back to the darkness and shifted to slide up onto the rail, swinging her legs over and scooting to the edge. "Ready?" she called down in a sort of whisper - and then, trusting that he was, she gave a small jump and push, plummeting the short drop in a billow of fine skirts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 05:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a long moment, Claude stood in the grass, looking up to his new acquaintance as she turned toward the ballrooms once more. He'd feared that he'd lost her; she'd be swept away in the crowd and he'd never find the identity of the young, masked woman who'd stolen his heart. <br><br>But then he saw a flutter of delicate silks and perhaps more of her legs than she intended for him to see. He blinked a few times, wanting to turn away for decency's sake, but the glimpse of stocking was an opportunity no young lad could very well resist. He didn't need to reply to her whisper; he knew she'd know when to take that jump.<br><br>As he saw that tangle of skirts plummeting over the rail, he moved forth to sweep her up into his arms, catching her and carrying her easily. Laughing quietly like a child with some secret stolen sweetmeats, he dashed along the garden paths to a darker, secluded area of the grounds. The light from the palace was faint; most of the illumination came from the moonlight above. The sounds of the music and crowd inside could still be heard as he fell back onto a stone bench with a louder laugh, the mystery woman ending up in his lap as he collapsed.<br><br>"Well, milady," he said, his hand creeping up along the back of her neck, under those ebony locks, "where were we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 21:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Only her heart in her throat had kept her from crying out as she fell; but he caught her, as he'd promised, and as she'd known that he would. It was a rush, to find herself suddenly in his arms, bourne away from the brightly lit building, and her arms slide around his neck, unable to keep herself from letting out a bright and delighted laugh as well.<br><br>As he ran, she realized that in catching her his arm was half-under her skirt, leg separated from forearm by only the thickness of her stocking, but she said nothing. Perhaps he did not notice, was too polite to draw attention to it.<br><br>Then he found a bench and fell upon it, prompting a merry yelp from her lips as she clung for a moment all the tighter, feeling his hand creeping up her back and onto the skin beneath her hair; it gave her the shivers, and she sighed softly, leaning closer until she could she nothing but the sea of green that were his eyes through the holes of his mask, her lips brushing against his own even lighter than the feathers that masked her face.<br><br>"...here, milord..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 01:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at the lovely thing seated upon his lap, an arm coiled about her waist as the other stayed beneath her hair. Feeling her all but initiate their next round of kissing was a thrill to Claude; their sudden, powerful attraction proven to be mutual as he moved to lock his lips to hers once more. With no possible witnesses about, he felt himself slipping deeper into the moment, and soon his lips parted once again to let his tongue take another taste of his partner.<br><br>They'd said so few words, yet so much was said. This would not end after the ball; it could not. It would be impossible to ignore such fire and passion that had ignited in this night, and to leave such a thing behind would be folly. Come the unmasking, he would know the identity of this woman, and know by which name to call the one who had claimed his love. <br><br>Love? So soon? It seemed a fairy's tale, at best, but he was coming to believe that the legends of soul mates and love at first sight had some grain of truth to them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 18:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The flavor of the fruitwine lingered still upon her lips, tinted just a little with the silvery dust that had been powdered upon her fair skin, muted and metallic. His tongue, to her, was soft and warm, damp and titillating as it teased along her lips, which after a struggle within herself parted gently with a muted, slightly moaning sound.<br><br>Her mother had warned against the excitement of a ball letting her get carried away, but she was certain that this was something far beyond what Mother could have been worrying about. She felt his arms around her and it was as if they'd always belonged there, and had been missing until this night. Her own arms slid around him in turn, embracing him and finding him most comfortable to cling to as she shifted upon his lap, leaning closer against his chest.<br><br>Within her own chest, her heart felt as if it were swelling fit to burst, as they spoke in a language more ancient than words.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 05:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he had heard of others saying "two become one," it had always been in a most carnal vein. He almost felt as if he had become one with this girl without even knowing her name, let alone taking her to his bedchamber. Though he had never experienced such intercourse, he could not imagine that such an act could compare to the sublime wonder of this shared moment between fated lovers. Destiny was the only thing that could have arranged this meeting. The sounds of the night mingled with the distant sounds of the party, both seeming to be mere accents to the blossoming love felt in his chest.<br><br>Her lips opened to his, slowly, but invitingly. After a brief hesitation, the invitation was taken, and his tongue gently sought out the girl's own inside of the recesses of her own mouth. Such an intrusion would have been nigh unthinkable under normal circumstances, but something about her made him yearn for more. His fingers clenched briefly as he made the daring move, taking up a handful of her skirts and a gentle grazing of nails against the back of her neck as he partook in pleasure he'd never experienced.<br><br>He didn't notice the party's noises were dying down, inside, as the time of unmasking was drawing near.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 18:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of his tongue was delicate and careful as it slide against her lips, and then between; her mouth parted, her own tongue dancing shyly forward and then retreating, as if making an invitation into a secret parlour. This, too, was new; once mother had coaxed her to trying a certain shellfish, and it had been like an unpleasant version of this. Where it had been cool, he was warm, and rather than tasting of fish, he tasted of wine and something else she could not identify.<br><br>Her body pressed unabashedly to his, now; there was nothing around them but the garden and the night, a blessedly cool breeze washing against them and fluttering the hem of her skirt. Fingers slipping into her hair, the scratch of his nails against the base of her skull, sent a trill of goosebumps racing down her spine, and she inhaled sharply, making a small noise against her mouth.<br><br>Soon she realized that it seemed to be the only sounds, and her brow wrinkled behind her feathery mask, gently disengaging to look toward the brightly blazing building. From within, the music had stopped, the crowd had gone quiet, and she heard one bombastic voice making a speech. It made her stiffen, slender fingertips flying to her lips. "Oh! Midnight, the unmasking.... it's time!" She looked at him, making as if to slip from his, lap, though it was the last thing she wished. "Milord, we must return...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 00:53:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The unmasking! Was it already so late? How long had they been lost in each other's arms, locked in that kiss? As she started to move, he stiffened his arms a bit, resisting their parting for the moment. The only sounds about them were the gentle rustling of the trees and the crickets hidden away in the foliage. A few fireflies winked their luminescence about them as he looked upon her. The vision was ethereal, as was everything else about this enchanted evening. It was a night he would surely never forget.<br><br>Even the scant inch she had pulled from him felt like a yawning chasm, the cool air filling the gap between reminding him of how cold he could be without her embrace. "Milady," he offered, quietly, "they would never notice if we had our own unmasking here, in private. There are many of them, and we are but two lost in the crowd. We needn't leave each other's company, just yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 17:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The stiffening of his arms was brief, gentle, but filled her with a warm delight; he didn't want to let her go any more than she wished to part from him, and it was truly no struggle to relax upon his lap, sapphire gaze seeking emerald in the moonlit darkness as his reasonable words caressed her ears, making her nod in agreement and smile.<br><br>"I'd rather stay and look upon you than rush to return and observe a sea of faces that mean little to me," she answered, and one of her hands left him, slipping up to touch the edge of his mask with delicate fingertips before moving to gently grip the edge of her own.<br><br>From the building, the single voice gave way to a rhythmic cry, as the whole company counted down together to the mid of midsummer's night, ready to reveal themselves in all their finery, while here in the garden, she was ready to let him see who she was, free of worry that he might want her for who her family was, rather than for herself.<br><br>"At your leisure, milord."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 04:32:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All of those giggling, immature girls that hung about him because of who he was; none of them mattered, anymore. This lady upon his lap didn't care for any of that. She only longed for himself, not his name. His heart fluttered at the thought of her identity finally revealed, so that they could explore their feelings for each other without the masks and anonymity. He could finally know the face of the woman who had stolen his heart so very quickly.<br><br>He to his partner with a warm smile, his hand upon his verdant mask, while his vibrant eyes locked with her own. The moment was drawing near, and he whispered aloud as the crowd in the palace began to chant.<br><br>"Five... four... three..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 17:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Had this been a Midwinter Masque rather than Midsummer's Night, the warmth of his smile would have kept her warm in these gardens without a single additional stitch upon her to keep off the cold. Her own was as bright and sunny to match it, and her free hand slid up into her hair, slipping out the tiny catch in the ribbon that held her mask on, slipping it free so that only her grasp kept her face shielded.<br><br>"Two," she picked up the whisper, her hand trembling just a little, "One...."<br><br>From within, a gong was struck, and there went up a great cry as the partygoers freed themselves of their many brilliant masks. Here, alone with her unknown lover, she had no such outward exuberance, but she quivered to her core as she slid the feathered mask aside to reveal herself to him, murmuring her name.<br><br>"Miranda LaVelle, milord..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 20:04:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the bell tolled, Claude closed his eyes to slide the mask from his face, revealing at long last his complete visage to the mystery woman. He felt his skin tingling all about, as if a storm were brewing on the horizon; that strange sensation when something remarkable is about to occur, coupled with the knowledge of knowing nothing can halt it's progress. <br><br>Claude did not dare stop it. He had to know the identity of this extraordinary creature that had scattered his rationality to the four winds, tossing aside all caution just to have more of her.<br><br>In unison with her unmasking and her speaking aloud her moniker, he quietly muttered.<br><br>"Claude Murnau, milady..."<br><br>Then came the awestruck silence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 20:24:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For the first time she looked upon him, smiling delight - until the name he'd given registered, and her smile froze. Then it began to melt, fading from her small mouth which was still slightly darkened from the press of his kisses, and she stared at him anew.<br><br>The feathered mask trembled like a frightened bird in her hand, and fell unnoticed to the grass beside his feet.<br><br>"No," she whispered, that single soft word last with mournful pleading. "No, you're not- you cannot be a Murnau. Milord....?" Her eyes flicked back and forth between one and the other of his own, searching for some sign that this was a cruel sort of joke that he was playing upon her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 17:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was beautiful, as he'd already known from long before their unmasking. Breathtaking. Perfect. Everything about her had struck a wonderful melody in his heart... save for her name.&nbsp; He knew she was not fabricating it; she bore a resemblance to what he had seen of her parents. He knew her name, as well; she wasn't just a LaVelle, but the daughter of the very head of their family, just as he was the heir to the Murnau.<br><br>His upbringing had conditioned his mind to loathe everything about her, yet his heart urged him to keep her in his arms and never, ever let go.&nbsp; The conflict raged within him as he started to speak, his mask joining hers on the ground.<br><br>"Milady Miranda," he whispered, a quiver in his voice, "the night has brought us strange enchantments, indeed... a cruel trick of the Fair Folk that the only one to capture my heart be of the house of my opposition. Were that we met under other auspices, I'd have spared you no second glance, despite your beauty."<br><br>She looked so vulnerable; she wasn't a LaVelle. She was a woman, hurt and confused. His hand slipped up tentatively to cup her cheek, his breathing almost laboured. "But tonight... I wish to glance upon no other."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 20:39:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The war within him was mirrored by the one inside herself - he was a Murnau. The name itself was ash upon her tongue, and yet her mouth moved soundless. <em>Claude...</em> even as he spoke. There was a quiver in the voice that had been so strong and confident, and it made her treacherous heart twist in her breast.<br><br>His hand slipped onto her cheek, and a tear crested her eyelid as she tilted her head to press her cheek gently against his hand, making it course downward like a glittering star upon the face of night, to wet his fingertips.<br><br>"I should strike you for this touch," she whispered hoarsely. Her hand lifted, fingertips trembling as they touched his cheek, her gaze drinking in the sight of his face; his father and mother were there both in him, and by that alone she should loathe him. "Instead I wish we'd never unmasked, that I could simply delight in it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 22:07:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As her tear fell down over her face, that face he should have hated so, he instead caressed it away. His arm about her waist tightened, his head tilting to feel more of that trembling caress to his own cheek. His gaze never left hers; the one part of her that he saw without the mask is what he kept his focus on. Those eyes were what had captivated him so.<br><br>A LaVelle! How could she be? The LaVelle were his enemy. They were ruthless and cruel, or so his family said. How, then, could such a moment have been shared between them. Their identities were hidden, there was simply no possible way there was malice behind Miranda's actions. The sounds of jubilation from the palace stood in stark, harsh contrast to the agonizing moment alone on the bench.<br><br>"Nay, milady," he said at last, his voice now hushed, "our masks are those self-same names with which we assume we must loathe. We have felt the true faces of each other long before. There is no falsehoods between us; our true hearts laid bare, we came together despite lineage. We cannot ignore that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 22:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alwas, words from a Murnau to a LaVelle were laced with venom; yet she heard no such poison spill from his lips, any more than she had before he'd unmasked. It was unthinkable, unprecedented, unbelievable.<br><br>Yet she found herself nodding softly, agreeing to the impossible and turning her head slowly to brush her lips gingerly against the curve of his palm. "This is something that should not be, and yet it is. I have never been so happy as i have tonight in your arms, m'lord Murnau."<br><br>Her head turned back to meet his gaze. "...Claude." his name took on a strange tone from her lips, of quiet wonder. Of... affection, for the foremost son of the house of her family's greatest enemy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 23:20:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He drew her closer, green eyes meeting blue as he felt a shiver at his real name upon her lips. Instead of moving in for another kiss, his lips grazed past her cheek, close to her ear, where warm words and warm breath both left themselves upon her.<br><br>"Milady Miranda," he whispered quietly, his arms encircling her to keep her warmly pressed against his body, "our names do not change our hearts. Would that we could run off to some land, where Murnau and LaVelle were unheard of, would you feel any differently of me?"<br><br>His mouth was so close, it felt as if every word were a tiny kiss upon her skin, and his arms trembled about her, as if afraid to lose her at any moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 23:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," she exhaled the word in a rush, and those fingers which had trembled uncertainly against his cheek moved now, raking loosely through his hair to encircle him with her arm, making a soft sound not unlike a swallowed sob as she buried her face into the side of his neck.<br><br>"No, I would not, and cannot change the way my heart feels pulled to your own. But..." she paused, hating to say it, and yet knowing it was in the forefront of both their minds. "...our families. They'll never allow it, Claude."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 19:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Claude cradled Miranda against him as she moved toward him, accepting her face into his neck as he gave a soft kiss upon her own. His arms held her firmly upon his lap, and he quivered with conflicting emotions and an ever-growing sense of dread. Her words rung true; their families would not allow this.<br><br>As the realization came upon him, he simply gave a nod, speaking quietly despite there being none other to hear his words.<br><br>"Our families cannot disallow that which they do not know of, Miranda."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 19:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the distance, music had picked up anew, and the party had returned to full swing, punctuated by even more laughter as people discovered one another now without the delicious safety of their masks; the laughter and music felt like the world was leveling a taunt at them, as they curled miserably into each others arms.<br><br>Until he said that.<br><br>Slowly she lifted her head, lips parted and trembling as the import of what he suggested sunk in; it was true. What was unknown could not be forbidden, and if they could divine a way to seek each other out, they might do so.<br><br>"No... they cannot." Her face was close enough to his, as her gaze searched his, that her breath puffed softly against his skin, and she ached to close that gap again, to kiss and be kissed once more. "Summer arcs now and will draw closed soon... in two weeks time, my family will be moving from our summer home into our city estate. Perhaps I can convince my father to let me travel in advance," she mused slowly, trying to figure out how and when they might manage to meet him in secret.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 04:30:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she suggested a plot to meet in secrecy, his heart leapt for joy; she was willing to take great risks for him, and he would surely do the same. What their families did not know could not hurt them, after all. It would be perfect. Nothing could come between them, now, so long as they were careful.<br><br>In his jubilation, he squeezed her tight and brought her lips to his, planting a deep, heated kiss upon her; their first kiss of knowing betrayal of their families. The first true steps toward what their parents would consider the highest of treachery. With that kiss, too, was Claude's promise; she was only Miranda, and he was only Claude. No other names would matter. <br><br>As he kept their lips together, he muttered against them. "Our families will be reveling so long into the night that they will take no notice of our being missing. I... wish to watch the sun rise with you, Miranda."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 17:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her... the foremost son of the house she was sworn to hate, and she was trying to find ways to meet him in secret, and he was kissing her so warm and deeply that her chest hitch from feeling unable to breathe. He kissed her... and Miranda kissed him back, her arms slipping further around his shoulders to keep him close.<br><br>When he broke it, she gasped softly for breath, a need that he likely felt, with their bodies held so close. "I do not know when we'll be able to see each other again... and I have no use for a party if I cannot spend it with you." Her lips closed the hairsbreadth between them, pressing sweet and long to his own, before drawing back a moment.<br><br>"We have hours yet till dawn... and we can't go back in together...." she trailed off, but the lead of her words was obvious - they could only fill their time by remaining alone together in the dark.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 06:57:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Claude smiled broadly at the implication; the night was theirs. Their secret love would last well into the morning. But they could not stay in that palace garden, for surely other amorous couples would be walking these paths in short order. He gave another kiss to Miranda's lips, unable to resist keeping her body close to his own. "The hours are not long enough, my sweet Miranda, but we must make do with that which we are given. We cannot stay here, lest we be discovered..."<br><br>Fingers trailed through her hair, which felt as if he were caressing the finest spun silks from the east. His eyes closed for a moment, but soon opened once more to look anew upon his love. "We must go. Anywhere but here..."<br><br>He stood, not carrying her, but keeping her hand in his as he lead her hurriedly down the paths, away from the palace. He didn't know where they were going; he didn't care. He'd lay in the forest with her, out in the wild if he must. He just had to be with her. There had to be some shelter for the two to huddle together in and wile away the hours of the night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 16:48:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anywhere but there, she nodded in agreement as she slid from his lap and followed him through the warm midnight garden, edges of her fanciful gown rustling across the surface of grass and gravel, wings trailing behind her like the memories of a ghost.<br><br>The gardens were deep and elaborate, with twists and turns revealing many little bowers and benches, but if the two of them found these places so easily, so might others, and she did not wish to have her time interrupted - especially by one of the many people with loyalties to one house or the other.<br><br>It was exciting, the quick pace making her giggles breathless as she followed his lead, until a glance to one side revealed something that made her grab his wrist and draw him to a halt, before urging him to move in that direction with her. The gardeners had taken great pains over the last few years to cultivate, arrange, and trim the hedge maze that loomed with shadowy invitation - someplace where they could lose themselves together, and perhaps find the center to while away their hours, if they were lucky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 02:42:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Claude laughed aloud as they merrily fled through the night, hand clenching hers again as they wound their way through the labyrinth of topiary. Everything just seemed right. The tinkling laughter, the touch of her skin, her hair and faux wings flowing behind her. Sometimes it seemed like she was leading him through the maze, while at others he felt as though it were himself in the fore. Several times they had to stop, either to catch their breath or for stolen, brief kisses under the moonlight.<br><br>He'd no idea how long they may have been wandering about, but after many twists and turns, they found themselves in what must have been the center of the structure. Chest heaving with breath and laughter, Claude fell back on to the grass, pulling Miranda down atop him with a smile.<br><br>"Milady," he chuckled between his panting, "I'd think none will find us here, for I am hard pressed to understand just how we've gotten here, ourselves!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 02:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When finally they reached the center, a small open space with a gently leaning fruit tree and a bench beneath it, Miranda was breathless with running and laughter, and collapsed unresisting onto him in the cool grass, glad of the chance to rest with certainty of being undiscovered. She fell half upon him, and as her laughter slowly faded, she grew well aware that she was more completely pressed to him now than ever she had&nbsp; been through the course of their dancing, and their kissing.<br><br>"I think you're quite right, milord Claude..." she murmured, gazing down at him in odd fascination now that his face was uncovered by the mask that was discarded by the bench they'd abandoned. "....we are quite alone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 21:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miranda's body against his own was the closest, warmest feeling he'd ever experienced. It was fully inappropriate for them to be together like this, yet it felt so perfect, so right, as if some sort of destiny. Her face looking down at him, she was backlit by the silvery moon, and her hair took on an ethereal quality. His fingers stroked through her mane as he drew her closer, placing another soft kiss upon those deliciously soft lips.<br><br>"My beautiful Miranda," he breathed against her, never letting his lips leave hers, even to speak, "we are alone, and shall be till the rising of the sun... Alas, if only we had more time before we should part. Let us... make this first of many nights together one that shall forever sing in our hearts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 20:23:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have this little time, and yet an eternity together might never feel enough," she murmured against his lips, before silencing herself to close with him again, one hand clutching at his shirt as she shifted and slid against him, trying to make more comfortable their embrace and yet loathe to lose contact with any part of him, no matter how untoward.<br><br>A voice she should despise, lips she should detest, a chest in which beat the heart of an enemy - yet to hear him speak was the finest of musics, and his mouth a delicacy of which she would never tire, and his heart... her own seemed to thud in time with it, quick and fluttering, singing with delight in having found its mate at last.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 17:10:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she kissed him of her own volition, Claude trembled against her. He needed her for his own, his heart yearning for nothing more than to spend all his waking days with the daughter of his hated enemies. The near-epic scale of the feud between their houses now seemed nothing more than a petty squabble. On that Midsummer Night amongst the masks of the fae, they had found love together; a precious, fragile thing that was not to be wasted.<br><br>Though as with any young lovers, love and lust combined within his mind, and his kisses began to burn with more heat and passion, now that they feared not being captured or watched. His tongue once again sought out it's mate within her mouth, his hand sliding lower down over her back, and seemed not intent on stopping before sliding down for a far more adventurous touch over her rear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 19:38:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a heartfelt passion equal to his own, she kissed him back in the dewy grass, the music of the party having given way with their flight from the house to the orchestra of night, breeze rustling leaves, crickets chirruping happily on all sides.&nbsp; Her soft lips parted easily for the probe of his tongue now, accepting it in to dance her own curiously alongside it.<br><br>Her own hand clenched and loosened upon his green, velvety shirtfront, lost in the kiss, in the touch - until his touch moved, sliding downward over the inward curve of her lower back, and up over the swell of her rump.<br><br>With a soft gasp, her mouth broke from his, head lifting to stare wide-eyed down at him. His hand was..... and... and she did not mind it, she realized. Slowly smiling, she gave a tiny nod, and bent int o kiss him again, pressing her youthfully curving body unabashedly against his own now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 04:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was almost certain he'd broken the spell of romance between them as his hand landed on one of her more private areas, but at her nod and smile, he knew things were about to change, yet again. This had become no mere accident of the night. These two young rivals were going to become lovers under Luna's witness, and Claude welcome the prospect of claiming the daughter of his enemy in the cool grass. <br><br>She was kissing him, he was kissing her, and the two were lost in a tangle of limbs and lips. He let his body move on it's own, the two rolling to be beside each other, him atop her, her atop him, their clothing going into disarray, their lips kissing on any exposed flesh about the face and neck. It was the most emotional, breathtaking experience Claude had ever felt, and yet he still thirsted.<br><br>Her skirt already raised scandalously high from their romp, his fingertips stroked up over her thigh. A far less risque place to touch than her bottom, for sure, but far more seductive; far more <em>suggestive</em>. When his fingers started to slip under the skirt toward her hip, it was done deliberately, with his eyes seeking out hers to ask a silent question of her.<br><br>Beyond this moment, there would be no turning back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 19:48:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Every kiss, every movement, every touch was something new, and here and there a soft giggle filtered from her lips, delighting in each bit of him that she learned... and then she felt his hand upon her leg, not through her skirt but beneath it; the soft layers of filmy cloth gathered against his wrist as his fingers slid slowly upward, and she gazed at him from mere inches away.<br><br>The girlish laughter faded into the dark night above as she weighed the struggle within her.<br><br>The joy of being with him here, now, far outweighed the importance of maintaining her innocence for the sake of her family. She was loyal, devoted, and yet this felt beyond family ties, untouchable to the strictures that should have kept her from ever leaving the party with him.<br><br>Lips slightly swollen and darkened from kissing were&nbsp; parted for soft, sweet breaths as she answered his question as silently as he asked it - her leg shifting beneath her gathering skirt and his moving hand, sliding gently toward him as she gave a slight nod.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 01:28:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miranda's agreement was a balm to soothe his fluttering heart. There was no nervousness, despite the unspoken pledge the two young lovers had agreed to; their love for each other would be consummated there in the grass, beneath the silvery moon, on the very eve of their first meeting. It was perfect. Everything was simply perfect. The Gods, themselves, could not have arranged a more glorious and wonderful union of body, mind and soul.<br><br>Though there was still much to do. Claude knew that they must have nothing between them for their lovemaking. He wanted to feel her body, see her skin. He wanted all of her, already. As the young man pulled her in for another kiss, his fingers fumbled up over her back, looking for some hint of fastening to undo to remove that beautiful, elaborate costume from his partner's form.<br><br>As her leg shifted for him, he could feel a heated stiffness rising in his loins, and he pushed up between her quivering thighs, as if seeking out her heat before it was even exposed for his claiming. As they'd lost themselves to their kiss before, he felt himself lost to his love once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 20:30:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of his fingers upon her back, however fumbling, were as new and exciting to her as the press of his lips upon hers. She felt on the verge of being somehow consumed, and welcomed it wholeheartedly, with one hand lifting to catch at his arm and tug gently forward - guiding him to the neatly hidden series of tiny hooks that curved from just beside the base of one wing, now horribly askew from rolling in the grass, down around the nip of her waist toward her hip.<br><br>Then his hips moved, pushing up between her legs and spreading them apart, bringing a hard bulge of him with undeniable certainty against the soft heat of her body that was hidden there, still kept from him by the spilling gossamer folds of her skirt. It made her breath catch with an audible sound in her throat, and her skin prickled all over, as if tickled by a thousand pixies.<br><br>This was it, she realized.... she was giving that part of herself, and all of herself if she could, to this man. Never had she wanted more to be a traitor to her blood, but even THAT worry was gone from her mind now as her lips separated from his, and her hands moved with boldness echoing his own to tug needfully at his soft green shirt. "Claude... milord, my... my love..." she whispered, daring that word for the first time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 03:21:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all happening so fast, but Claude would have it no other way. The speed of how they had fallen for each other seemed only proof that this was some sort of Manifest Destiny; this was truly ordained in the Heavens as how things were meant to be. As Miranda guided his fingers toward the first steps of disrobing his new lover, he heard those breathless whispers against his ear.<br><br>Love.<br><br>The sound of her voice saying those words, combined with the heat he could feel building between them, forced his fingers to hurriedly start unfastening those hooks of her costume. As she tugged upon his own silken vestment, the button at the neck unfastened, the start of his own unclothing having begun inadvertently from her act of passion. With some of her skin exposed to his touches, his breath caught. Soon, his own response came forth in a husky groan. "My love, Miranda..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 17:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her daring expression of love made her heart swell, and her soft body surged with it, glimpses of pale, virgin skin peeping into view through her partially opened costume. Her mouth curved into an unabashedly delighted smile, before pursing and arching up to capture his mouth again, grown bold in their solitude and excitement.<br><br>Hook by hook, she felt her costume loosening, and it filled her with a rush of impending vulnerability, yet she welcomed it - and her own hands moved over him, seeking out the ties and buttons that kept him clothed, twisting and tugging each one open as she found it, luxuriating in both the soft, warm velvet, and the brushes of the warm skin she found beneath it.<br><br>Her movements were urgent - the night lay before them, and yet she felt as if she'd waited the entirety of her young lifetime to find this man, and she wanted not to wait any more to be able to see him, feel him. It made her breath come quickly, feeling cloth loosening and sliding away from both their bodies, and then the last hook came free, loosing her filmy gown to slide completely off her and pool in the grass by her sides, making her gasp at the sudden touch of warm summer air on her skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 05:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Miranda was left in little more than her stockings and a chemise upon her smooth flesh, Claude felt as if he could explode right then. The moonlight behind her shone through that thin cloth, outlining her body beautifully for his viewing pleasure. Though just as she was making sure to strip away all his clothing, he wanted to see more of her. <br><br>She'd managed to bare him down to the waist, his hands gently moved her's away so that he could lift away that undergarment, taking in a view of her entire bare body. The stockings still clung to her legs, but otherwise he had a glorious view of her nude form. He swallowed at the vision, speaking no words; he simply took hold of both of Miranda's hands, kissed upon the back of her knuckles, then moved them so that she could remove his breeches in her own time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:01:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands resisted his for just a moment, clinging to his clothing, but she complied, and let them fall gently curling to the grass upon either side of her head. She could feel the beat of her heart pounding faster, harder as he lifted her chemise, the soft cloth whispering up and away from her body, and she felt tears prick in her eyes at his expression. Her hands squeezed his as his lips brushed the knuckles.<br><br>Then she was guided to his breeches, and the bared globes of her small bosom rose and fell, swaying in the moonlight as she hesitated, and then sought out what held them upon him to loose the cloth, tugging with slow insistence to ease the trim trousers down and away toward the grass. Her eyes flickered downward and back up, wanting to take him in, and yet shy to do so, though she smiled. One of her hands lifted, then, reaching to brush over his cheek, wanting to draw him down with her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 22:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she'd done the work of removing the last shred of clothing between them, he kicked his breeches to the side. Their clothing lay flung about around them, and their bare bodies entwined in the grass. Already glistening with some midsummer sweat, Claude leaned down to feel the flesh of his lover touch his own for the first time. Her small breasts crushed between them while his lips sought her own once more, his hands roaming along her form to feel the naked skin of his partner, bringing one of her thighs up to his hips so he could settle between them.<br><br>It was accidental, but quite arousing as his stiffening organ dragged along the folds of her sex below, the first such touch he'd ever experienced. He let out a gasp into their kiss, feeling his pulsating thickness pressing up against Miranda's most private of places, and found himself yearning to claim this girl as his own, despite having known her for scarcely a few hours. It was just too perfect.<br><br>He continued kissing her with absolute adoration as his hips pressed closer, feeling the grind of their bodies and the pressing of their organs only heightening their arousal and building the heat between them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 17:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His kiss was warm and hard now, and she made a faint noise against them, squirming beneath the press of his body, bare skin slipping against skin. It was consuming enough that she almost didn't feel the touch of his hands roaming over her, though hers lifted in a flutter to do the same; one burying briefly into his hair, another skimming down his back, pressing and kneading as if trying to find a way to fit him closer to her.<br><br>Then the perfect way made itself known, brushing against her bared virginity as he nestled close between her pale thighs, and her gasp mingled with his own. The hand in his hair scraped his scalp just a little, fingers twining and beginning to grip as he fit that length of himself against her dewy and blossoming crevice, the grind of it awakening the moan of a woman wrapped in the cry of a girl. Each pressing rub both satisfied the itch and awakened it anew, until she was all but whimpering into his kiss, kissing him back with feverish need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 02:03:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Their bodies seeming to mesh, bare beneath the moonlight, his fingers traveled upon Miranda's soft skin wherever he could possible feel. He wanted no part of her untouched. Claude wanted every bit of her to touch every bit of him. Their lips never parted; the very thought never even shadowed his mind. Every desire was for her, and nothing but their imminent consummation of love could even hope to quench his thirst.<br><br>As he could feel her own body reacting in the most wondrous of ways to their intimate contact, his primal need guided his actions every bit as much as his emotional longing. Only the slightest of adjustments was required and the tip of his organ was pressing against her entrance, barely sinking inside of her. A shiver wracked Claude's body as even that minuscule penetration was achieved. A hand found itself gently stroking into Miranda's hair as their union was slowly becoming complete.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 17:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Like a sign of how entwined and in tune with each other they had already become, the shiver that tremored through Claude's prone form seemed to make its way into Miranda's flesh, and she trembled beneath him as she felt for the first time the press of his heated manhood, the very end of it delving into the opening of her untouched maidenhood. She was loath to part her lips from his own, and so let out another soft little moan right against them, between them.<br><br>Her arms tightened around him; she was not entirely ignorant of the import of this act, and yet she did not for a moment think to hesitate. It felt as right and natural a thing as the tickle of the grass against her skin and the spill of moonlight that painted his features with brightness and shadow as her eyes flickered opening, wanting to see him as well as feel.<br><br>Beneath his weight, her own shifted faintly; her legs drifted further apart, to invite him to that hallowed space between her thighs, and the hand that was not entangled in his hair slid slowly over his lower back, dropping to clutch a moment at his hips. "Claude..." she murmured his name against his own lips, the sound sweetly thick with impassioned desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 18:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The parting of her legs to him in that loving invitation was pure euphoria to the lovestruck young man. The whisper of his name between their kiss elicited a likewise response from him; "Miranda..."<br><br>Her hand was upon his waist, as if urging him on; urging him inside. The quivering entrance to her untouched womanhood was so very warm and inviting against the throbbing hardness that he'd developed for her. He could have never imagined a more perfect night, a more lovely partner -- it was truly ordained in the stars that they met. Smiling slightly against her mouth, he kissed her once more, a reassurance of their newfound love for each other.<br><br>Slowly, and with the utmost care and delicacy, Claude began to move himself inside of her. Her velvety channel seemed to at once invite and rebuke him; so very tight, yet so clearly longing to be claimed. Even he had to gasp from their initial contact as he ceased moving just barely inside of her, giving time for both of them to adjust to their beginnings of lovemaking before starting to press inward once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 16:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was like a dance that they had been fated to join with together - just as they had on the balcony, their bodies seemed to move and fit together as if made for each other. His mouth was warm, her own soft and inviting, and when she felt him begin to press inward between her thighs, their lips thrummed softly with her first, barely audible moan.<br><br>Young, ripe, warmed by the intensity of their dance, their escape from the party, their kisses, her sex was gently puffed and quite slick. Her body welcomed the press of him, the way tight and difficult, yet slickened to ease his movement. It was quite unlike anything she might have expected, yet it felt so very right, when he paused, to feel herself tingling around the hard warmth of him there.<br><br>Silent now, the only sound she made was of her breathing as he moved again, pressing further in; slowly, her body stretched upon the tapered end of him - and then she felt a sharp pressure inside that made her gasp, her fingers clutching at his shoulder and hip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 03:18:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling that last bit of resistance, Claude had to pause once more. The gasp coming from his young lover stopped him from proceeding for just a moment. She was so very warm and tight around him, but he never wanted to cause her a moment's pain. He parted his lips from hers, eyes fluttering open to gaze upon her face.<br><br>He looked down over their bare, entwined bodies, just barely seeing their union in the shadows between them. His body wanted more, wanted to thrust completely within. But his heart lurched at the idea of upsetting Miranda in any way.<br><br>Looking back into her eyes, he silently wordlessly sought her word; either to cease or to finally, completely take her for his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 19:55:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl was panting in the grass beneath him; her heart thundered in her bared and heaving breast, and she could feel not just physically but on some undefineable and otherworldly level that they were perched upon the edge of the unknown, with that press of him against that tender barrier within her. Her sapphire gaze searched his emerald.<br><br>The taste of him was still on her lips as her tongue flickered across it, and she smiled breathily up at him, the hand upon his shoulder easing, and the one at his hip pressing slightly. "I love you, Claude Murneau," she whispered, and the truth of it was edged in the expectant joy that flooded her features, sparkled in her eyes. She was his for the taking, without reservation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Those words were sweeter than any wine or confectionery that the party could have offered, that evening. His heart pounded with excitement and adoration. This coupling which should not be felt as if nothing else should ever have happened. Nothing at all felt wrong about this night, this moment. <br><br>"And I love you, Miranda LaVelle," he whispered back.<br><br>His eyes did not close as he made that final thrust within her. He knew that hers would not, either. Truly the windows to each other's souls were flung wide open, flowing into one another in spirit as their bodies echoed the same. His hips shifted forward, piercing her childhood innocence with his masculinity, their heartbeats and breaths both seeming to hang for an eternity as they consummated their union.<br><br>This was more a marriage than could be granted by any institution of church and man. Would that the entirety of both of their houses come to separate the two, they could not be pulled apart. They had truly become one; body, mind and spirit. Claude and Miranda ceased to exist, replaced by the singular entity born of their heart's desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 22:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At his words, her face blossomed into the brightest smile; perhaps it was the reflection of that full moon hung in the sky above, but she seemed to positively shine with the intensity of her love for the young man she was giving her innocence to.<br><br>Then, with a thrust, he took it.<br><br>There was a pain, sharp and hot, as he drove into her; it took but a moment for his hips to be sunk entirely between her soft thighs, and her smile broke open into a shocked, gasping cry, eyes wide and fixed upon him as she arched and squirmed instinctively on the grass. Her hands clutched at his bare skin.<br><br>He was in her. She could feel him there, a heat and pressure where there had been simply nothing but herself. Heart to heart, they lay, entwined as husband and wife would be, and she felt as if her heart might burst as readily as had her maidenhead, tears pricking in her eyes. It stung to move, and yet she did, lifting to capture his mouth in an impulsive kiss with a muted little sound in her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 15:11:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her cry, he wanted to withdraw, to tend to her pain, to simply hold her with all the adoration he felt. The confines of being inside of her felt almost too pleasurable, but he'd have gladly sacrificed even the most heavenly of touches if such would mean that she'd feel no pain. However, before he could even act, Miranda had pulled him into a kiss, silently urging, almost pleading to finish their consummation.<br><br>Claude let out a shuddering sigh into her lips between gentle kisses, and he raised a hand to softly wipe her tears away. He dared not move for quite a while, both so that he could revel in the feeling of their shared desire, and so that she could have some surcease from the flaring pain within.<br><br>Then, slowly, he started to gently draw back from within her, leaving an emptiness where before there was only his manhood before. The gripping feelings of her defloration dragged along his length, bringing for a soft moan from the young man's lips. Then he pushed inside again, feeling her take him in, pushing in toward her core to feel the sublime pleasures of their first lovemaking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand was so very gentle, so inutterably sweet as he wiped the tears from her cheeks, and if she hadn't already known with the whole of her being that she had found the mate to her soul in him, she knew it now. On the kiss went, with his sighing and his moan, and then her own high-pitched and quavering whimper as he began to draw back from her. It was not just that it hurt - although it did, his shaft dragging against the raw and bleeding tender skin that had torn asunder around him - but that she didn't want to lose him, to feel him withdrawing from her.<br><br>But then he plunged more smoothly back in, and while that hurt too, like a burning ring at her entrance... there was more to it than just pain. She felt full, completed with him buried within her body and enfolded in her arms. He touched parts of her body and soul that had lain dormant, waiting only for him, and she welcomed him there unreservedly.<br><br>In spite of the pain, she squirmed a little beneath his weight, and then arched experimentally to feel how it moved him within her, prompting her to break the kiss with a low and whispery moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 18:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss was broken, yet the touch still lingered as if she had never parted her lips from his own. Claude wondered if he'd ever feel the same after this; if he'd always feel as if she were with him, in some measure. She moaned for him, raising her hips to give him more entry, and he closed his eyes tightly to let out a groan to match. A hand looped under her neck to bring her closer, keeping their bodies tight as he pulled himself from within her to press in yet again.<br><br>Her heat was incredible, as if her womanhood were some devouring mouth, hungry for his penetration. The sensations of their union was like no other pleasure he'd ever realized, with his body aching for more. His hips began moving consistently, in a constant state of motion to plunge into her warmth. <br><br>His lips couldn't form words, for he was lost in bliss with her. Instead, every sigh of delight and press of skin exuded his affections for their newfound adoration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 21:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The night was warm around them; some of the wisps of her long hair were already stuck to her slender neck as his hand curled against the back of it, and she imagined she could feel them, every strand against her skin. Every puff of his breath, every twinkle of the stars, every crushing blade of grass beneath her back.<br><br>All her life she had been taught and trained to be charming yet restrained; to be a gracious hostess, and elegant, and yet to maintain herself with care against those who would take advantage of her position or her family. Or her person.<br><br>Yet with Claude, such restraint and guardedness melted away. Their hearts had touched before either of them had any idea who the other was. Now, heart and body were opened to him, and they melded together until despite how she felt every inch of his touch upon her, she could no longer say with certainty where she ended and he began.<br><br>As with the dance, her body began to follow his movements, remaining as close as she could as her torso and hips lufted into slow and gentle rolls beneath him, quiet movements that nonetheless left her gasping at how it seemed to ignite a flame where he moved inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Our Fates Entwined (Bliss and Loki Caprion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miranda was absolute perfection against him. It was as if their two bodies were made to be together, just as their hearts had sang from the instant they'd met. They'd fit together as two fragments of a shattered whole, and the world around them hardly mattered at all. The stars and ground could have vanished completely around them, for all Claude could tell, leaving the two young lovers enraptured with each other whilst floating in the open night sky.<br><br>It felt eternal. Each pressing of their bodies was like a season passing. Every sigh and gasp of pleasure was the turning of a month. His mind was somehow both completely devoid of thoughts and whirling with sensations beyond description in any living tongue. He was fully in touch with his surroundings while being totally unaware of them. <br><br>Deeper he delved into her, his rigidity burning with need to sheathe fully within. A flame was stoked within her, and he was urged to coax that inner warmth to rage hotter.
			</dd>
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