[Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker
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				Title: <strong>[Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 15:02:36</strong>
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				Thread for content involving Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 04:36:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239088.msg11807009#msg11807009">Quote from: Bibliophilia on 10-11-2015, 21:05:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/ec2f51870909a7da502cd8c50a071d16/tumblr_njb4cz9iFJ1s22fb3o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunchtime, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriana, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>He straightened once she took the flower, watching her tuck it into her hair with a slight smile, enjoying the way the bright petals set off the fiery color.&nbsp; His head bent so he could peer down at the fingers toying with the button on his shirt, causing a soft chuckle to rise in his throat.&nbsp; "You can't fool me, Adri.&nbsp; You just want me to show more skin.&nbsp; I'm just a piece of meat to you, aren't I?"&nbsp; Randall's eyes glittered in amusement even as he feigned indignation with a slight pout and a huffy tone.&nbsp; Still, his hands rose, fingers lightly grazing her hand as he slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt, revealing the lotus at his throat and the hollow between his collarbones.<br><br>He cocked his head slightly as she continued, nodding even before she'd finished and reaching to brush his knuckles softly along the curve of her jaw as his smile reappears.&nbsp; "Of course.&nbsp; I'm sure Virgil and Danica won't mind if we slip away once the party is underway.&nbsp; How about this?&nbsp; We'll grab one of the picnic baskets and pick what we want here, pack it up and find a nice, private spot where we can have our lunch.&nbsp; I imagine Virgil knew you wouldn't be too keen on hanging around today, and that's why he set you up with an escort.&nbsp; Lucky for me, I got the honor.&nbsp; Remind me to thank him for that later, would you?"&nbsp; He winked and turned, offering her his arm as he glanced around at the guests and those cooking the food.<br><br>"So...what are you in the mood for?&nbsp; Beer and burgers?&nbsp; Or, do you want to filch a bottle of champagne and a couple of steaks?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Veterinarian<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch-&gt;Dinner, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Randall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Leaving the BBQ, setting up a picnic<br><br><hr><br>A flirty smile curled over Adriana's lips at Randall's tease, and her eyes reflected the merriment in his. "You'd feel unappreciated if I didn't want you to show more skin, don't give me that," she countered, and shivered slightly as his hand brushed over hers. He was flattering her, of course, but he seemed genuine, and she appreciated the gentle stroke over her jaw in combination with the compliment. It was nice to have a man treat her right with no demands for himself. With the bit of chemistry flaring between them in just the last few short minutes, she found herself regretting not having spoken with Randall sooner.<br><br>She looked around after he asked what she was more in the mood for, nodding in agreement at the suggestion of a picnic. "I think beer and burgers is more on the menu today, darlin'," she responded, still feeling flirty. "Let's go mingle a while, maybe half an hour? I can get food for us. And, thank you, Randall. I think I'll be the one thanking Virgil later." She smiled brightly at him and stood on tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek, then wandered off in to the crowd. A couple of the studs said hello and exchanged brief hugs. As she passed Danica and Virgil greeting their client, she smiled and hugged both of them, and introduced herself briefly to Lisbeth.<br><br>After the predetermined half an hour had passed, she collected a picnic basket, beer from one of the coolers, burgers, chips, veggies, and fixings, then sent a quick text to Virgil explaining that she was taking Randall and ducking out. Then she tracked down her assigned escort and led him off in to the ranch, towards the decent sized pond set at the foot of a hill out of view of the main ranch and living accommodations. In truth, anyone could come up fairly easily on the spot, but the distance and lack of visibility gave the illusion of privacy. Adriana's sandals rubbed her feet on the way over to the pond, so as soon as they reached the soft, lush grass at the pond's edge, she kicked the shoes away and set down the picnic basket before turning to Randall with a smile. "This work for you?" she asked, suspecting this was something of what he had in mind. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 07:48:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/ec2f51870909a7da502cd8c50a071d16/tumblr_njb4cz9iFJ1s22fb3o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch-&gt;Dinner<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pond<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriana<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>As much as Randall enjoyed meeting and mingling with the clients, he was pleased when Adri's arm hooked through his own and she drew him away from the others.&nbsp; A velvet chuckle rose in his throat as he snagged a blanket off a table as they passed, and carried it with them to the edge of the pond.&nbsp; His cheek still seemed to tingle where her soft lips had touched it earlier, and he had found it rather difficult to concentrate on the rest of the people at the barbecue.&nbsp; It was as if he'd spent the entire time just waiting for the moment when he could leave it all behind and be alone with the beautiful veterinarian.<br><br>"This is perfect."&nbsp; He smiled as he watched her kick off her shoes, then unfolded the blanket and flicked it open to let it float down and cover the grass in front of them.&nbsp; Fluidly dropping to a crouch, he smoothed the wrinkles away and looked up at her, his hair falling across his brow and into his glittering eyes.&nbsp; "You know, normally when I get a woman alone like this, I try to get her to talk about herself.&nbsp; Some of the guys don't really bother, unless the client wants to talk, but I just feel like...well, it feels awkward to be intimate with someone without the....intimacy, I suppose.&nbsp; Uh...not that I think you and I...I mean..."&nbsp; He groaned and moved to take a seat on the blanket, leaning over to remove his boots.<br><br>"What I'm trying to say is, I'm kind of out of practice when it comes to talking to a woman under normal circumstances.&nbsp; You know, without an agenda.&nbsp; So, would you mind reminding me what that's like?"&nbsp; He looked up, standing his boots off to the side before pulling his feet up on the blanket and folding his legs in front of himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes lingered on her face, as if trying to read her expression, suddenly feeling very out of his depth.&nbsp; He hadn't realized just how out-of-practice he'd gotten when it came to talking to women, at least women who hadn't paid to have him impregnate them, and now he felt like a boy on his first date.&nbsp; Hell, he didn't even know what to do with his hands!&nbsp; They ended up at his sides, fingers splayed on the blanket as he watched Adri.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 23:41:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Veterinarian<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch-&gt;Dinner, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Randall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirting, talking with Randall<br><br>Adriana smiled back at her companion as he complimented her choice of location. "Glad you agree," she said over one shoulder as she meandered a few feet closer to the water, though still well within earshot for when he started speaking again. As he did start to speak, she looked back at him, one eyebrow raising slightly and an amused smile spreading over her lips as he stumbled over his words. <br><br>"And how do you know I don't have an agenda?" she asked, teasing him. "Like, maybe convincing you to ditch the rest of those buttons?" She waggled her eyebrows at him with a chuckle, then came back to sit beside him and started unpacking the picnic basket. "No, I wouldn't mind at all," she added finally, after giving him a few moments to fret. Still, despite the assurance she would talk, she didn't speak up again until the basket was entirely unpacked and food laid out. Honestly, she wasn't sure to say, wasn't sure where to begin. He'd been kind enough to let her drag him out here, away from the paying clients, wasn't that enough to ask of the poor man. <br><br>As her eyes flitted up to his face, they caught for a moment on the lotus tattooed in the hollow of his throat, and she cocked her head to one side as a sudden possible topic came to her. She knew so little about Randall's background, but Adriana had definitely seen the stud shirtless before and always wondered about the plethora of ink on his body. "What's the story behind all the tattoos?" she asked, her hand gesturing idly towards those she could see. "I know most of the best ones have stories, so there has to be an explanation for this. Come on, tell!" Her last encouragement was teasingly impetuous, and she grinned to let him in on the joke as she waited for a response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2015, 03:26:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/d889479f0d831d3a59fda24e5e27c1ff/tumblr_mwzeh7KhXU1qgpotro1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch-&gt;Dinner<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pond<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriana<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>He watched, somehow calmed by the simple, straight-forward act of her laying out the meal, though her silence made him wonder if she meant for him to start things off.&nbsp; So, even as he took pleasure and comfort in watching her arrange the food on the blanket, he tried to formulate a stimulating and casual conversation starter.&nbsp; It was harder than he'd anticipated, and he exhaled with relief when she finally rescued him.&nbsp; "Oh, jesus.&nbsp; I thought you were waiting for <em>me</em> to talk and my damn brain couldn't come up with anything but pathetic movie quotes."&nbsp; He chuckled as he grabbed a beer and used the bottle-opener on his keychain to remove the cap before offering it to her.<br><br>"Well, if you want to know about my ink, it seems like removing my shirt is the first logical step.&nbsp; So, if that was really your agenda, you picked the perfect way to go about it."&nbsp; He grinned at her as he relinquished the icy bottle into her keeping, and began unbuttoning his shirt.&nbsp; "Though, given how often you watch me in the barn, you probably know what I look like shirtless better than I do."&nbsp; A teasing curl tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced up through his unruly mop of hair and slipped the crisp shirt off his shoulders to fold neatly and lay it aside on the blanket.<br><br>"Kali, here..."&nbsp; He spread one large, calloused hand over the face inked across his abdomen.&nbsp; "...is the greatest of all deities, according to Tantra yoga. The highest of the male gods, Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, are said to 'rise from her like bubbles in the sea'.&nbsp; She is forever, and it is from her that all things were born.&nbsp; She is the goddess of time, creation, change and destruction.&nbsp; When I was in West Bengal a few years back with my team, I decided to have her face tattooed by this local woman, along with the lotus.&nbsp; The red lotus represents the heart, and the open petals remind me that no matter how painful it might be sometimes, you can't close off your heart.&nbsp; Some days I really need that reminder."<br><br>His fingers absently traced the outline of the lotus on his throat for a moment, before his hand dropped to pick up an unopened beer, eyes focused on the task as he popped the top.&nbsp; "Sorry.&nbsp; There's pretty much a story like that for every tattoo.&nbsp; I don't get them unless it's important, because they hurt like a bitch and needles freak me out."&nbsp; He glances up as he takes a swig off his beer, wiping the foam off his lower lip with his free hand.&nbsp; "Do you have any ink?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 05:39:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Veterinarian<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch-&gt;Dinner, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Randall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirting, talking with Randall<br><br>Adriana flushed and brought her hands to her cheeks when Randall called her out on watching him in the stable. He'd noticed her watching? Oh dear... "Well, if you didn't want people watching, you shouldn't have been working shirtless all the time," she replied somewhat hastily, though a smile spread across her face. Oh, well, he was fun to look at, and probably knew it too. She listened carefully as he explained the story behind two of the main attractions of his full-body canvas, then without thinking as he finished speaking, reached her hand out to brush over his goddess-inked abdomen.<br><br>"Oh! I'm sorry!" she gasped, and went right back to being beet red, her hands covering her flaming cheeks. "Wow, I don't know what's gotten in to me today. Maybe you shouldn't tell me any more stories for right now, it's making me get all touchy feely." Clearly, Randall wasn't the only one feeling like he was stuck in an awkward first-date situation. But really, like him, it had been a while for Adriana, since she had sat down and talked with a man without having an agenda. She generally avoided men for actual relationships these days. Virgil was a special case, of course. She played with the studs, but that was all it was, play. Being in this setting, one that would certainly be termed as romantic by the majority of people, had her feeling rather differently than she had in a long time. <br><br>There was no way anything long term could really happen between them, really. That was just too much drama and baggage to even think about it. But maybe, <em>maybe</em>, Adriana told herself, she could open up enough to let someone else become a friend again. Even a guy. Even <em>this</em> guy, kind enough to let her drag him out here with rather little warning or past interaction. She accepted the offered beverage absentmindedly, and shook her head. "No, no ink on me. Nothing against it, you know, but, I figure if I'm going to get something permanent, it better mean something. Lately there hasn't been enough permanent in my life to even consider getting it inked in to my skin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 01:07:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/d889479f0d831d3a59fda24e5e27c1ff/tumblr_mwzeh7KhXU1qgpotro1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch-&gt;Dinner<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pond<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriana<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>Muscles hardened and honed by the work he did on the ranch flexed in response to her touch, tightening beneath his warm skin.&nbsp; He cocked his head as she colored and drew her hand away, chuckling softly and extending one of his own hands with a faint smile.&nbsp; "You can touch all you like, Adri.&nbsp; I'm hardly shy, as I'm sure you've figured out, and you have very soft hands."&nbsp; He leaned forward a bit, reaching with his free hand to gently catch a lock of her hair as the breeze toyed with it, lightly caressing its silky texture between his fingertips before guiding it up to tuck it away.&nbsp; His thumb softly traced the curve of her ear before he lowered his hand, gaze locked on hers.<br><br>"It can be difficult, living with a sense of impermanence, feeling as if everywhere you go and every person you meet is only temporary, a kind of rest stop on an endless journey you've long since grown tired of taking."&nbsp; He offered a sympathetic smile, then shifted slightly until he could stretch out on his back on the blanket with one arm folded behind his head and the other extended to hold his beer.&nbsp; His eyes closed as he let himself relax, enjoying the easy company and beautiful weather.<br><br>"So, tell me why you decided to tend to the well-being of the animals on a stud ranch?"&nbsp; One eye cracked open to roll and peer at her through dark lashes, admiring the way the sunlight set her hair aflame.&nbsp; "Damn, Adri, you're gorgeous..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] Randall Walker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 20:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Veterinarian<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch-&gt;Dinner, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pond<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Randall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Flirting, talking with Randall<br><br>Adriana couldn't help the quick smile that flitted across her face as he invited her to touch him. Her hand reached back out and her fingertips made gentle contact with smooth skin. She idly traced the lines of ink in his flesh, dark eyes fixed on the intricate designs, until he spoke again. She could only nod in agreement as he spoke of the sense of impermanence, and of a journey she was rather exhausted with. But there was no end in sight for her, not yet. This was a resting place for her, the ranch, and maybe it would eventually become home, but for now...she just felt a little out of place, even with how inviting Virgil and Danica had been towards her. <br><br>"Well," she started to explain after he asked about her choice of occupation, then one eye popped back open and she heard his murmured compliment, which once again made the redhead flush. "You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself, handsome," she said, injecting a bit of teasing in to her voice to hide her embarrassment. "I, ah, I came here after I...after my husband and split up. We owned a bit of land in southern Utah, though with the divorce, we decided to sell it and split the proceeds. My horses are here now, and a cat. The dogs went with him. Anyway, I always wanted to be a vet. After the split, I came here because it was a safe place to get back on my feet, and because Virgil was sort of like my older brother, growing up, though I always did have a crush on him. After a while, I just...didn't have anywhere to go, and the studs aside, this is a fully-functioning ranch. I needed something to do, they needed a veterinarian...So I stayed."<br><br>She shrugged and looked away as she took a long pull at the beer bottle. Well, this was getting personal quickly. The wounds left on her heart from her relationship with Markus were healing, but conversations like this were good for making them pull back open a bit. Even so, Adriana's hands continued to trail over the warm, smooth torso of her companion, enjoying the sensation and delighting with each discovery of some marvelous little detail hidden in the artwork of his tattoos. She could counter with a question about his own reasons for being here, though she already knew at least some small part of it, from conversations with Virgil. If he wanted to share, she was sure he would. 
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