Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)
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				Title: <strong>Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 07:56:49</strong>
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				Rumor had a way of traveling faster then anything else known to man or wizard alike. There was a small part of Acton that would have wanted to study just how fast a rumor could travel one day. Sure there were ways that magic could be used for translocation, it was not exactly a difficult ability it just took a large amount of preparation. Then there was the fact that if it did go wrong it tended to go wrong in ways that were just short of catastrophic. Teleporting into solid rock was one of those. When ever possibly the wizard had decided to travel by more conventional means. That would also mean that no matter where he went there was always a large following of people ready to receive him. The very way towns behaved changed based on if a wizard was going to show up. They were rare, blessedly so. The world could not take much in the terms of their magical abilities and many were regarded with fear. For good reason, madness followed those that could delve into the primal mysteries closer then any other.<br><br>It was perhaps why he was even coming to this town truth be told. Sure there was the pending business arrangement. The last reply that he received did not set terribly well with him but Acton understood where he was coming from. In a pure logistical stand point he could not fault the man but the very idea of it. He had not even met the woman before, and he was expected to marry her and all that it entailed. What about love? What about even being able to stand each other? It was this reason that brought him to the town in the first place. If he was going to do this deal he would at least need to meet her. See where it would go from there. Yes he could marry her, keep her in the tower and still do the work and business that was required by a man of his station but that was no way to live. The wizard closed his brown eyes as he stepped fully into the town proper. The gold ring around the color would give just who he was away and he was not ready for that.<br><br>The long coat would double as a cloak and while he would have preferred to hide his eyes completely they were not exactly stylish. The golden thread that embroidered the cuff would draw the attention to his eyes when the time was right but he kept his head down. The town was already a buzz with the news that a wizard was going to arrive. There was a heady mixture of fear, awe, respect and hatred that seemed to ebb and flow based on who was around. They were not exactly universally liked but they were almost always given a wide berth. It was almost novel how they clustered around him as though he were no one as he walked. For once he was actually normal as he walked through the town. The whispers were increasing as they all waited for him to arrive expecting a great trumphet of power that would leave no one doubting who and what he was. Some were looking to the skies to see if he would fly in while others looking to the standing structures that were required to be built in every town so that the wizards could have a place to teleport to.<br><br>They never expected one to walk. He was early, so no one was entirely looking for him just yet. Acton did stop and ask a boy for directions to the D'alessio manor. When he leaned down the poor kid gasped as seeing his eyes and before the child could catch himself making a sign for warding against evil. The wizard did not mind it, not any more. If anything at least this kid was truthful in how he felt. He ruffled the kids hair and gave him a single gold coin. That alone would be a small fortune to almost any family that lived around town. It was at least a good deed and it would keep his secret for a little longer. There was only one more hour. Once he arrived at the manor house then all bets would be off.<br><br>* * * *<br><br>Acton knocked sharply on the door. It took little to no time for it to be answered by a servant. He attempted to keep his eyes from being noticed, not looking the servant directly in the eye. “Hello, is the Master of the house available.” he gave a quite smile. “There are several business propositions that I would like to go over with him.” Before the servant could turn him away he held up his hand. “I know, I did not make an appointment but it could be quite profitable for both of us if he at least heard me out.” The wizard held up a bag, opening up to reveal a large handful of gold coins. It would have been more then the man would make for almost an entire year and he was just walking around with it. He gave a slight shrug, “If your master is not interested in such a proposition then I would happily go elsewhere.”<br><br>He was quickly lead into the office. While it took some time, the house was very active. There was a part of him that really disliked such deception but sometimes it was the only way to get valid information. Too much of the whispers about this family still lingered on the fire three years ago, about the poor boy who had gone made with the gift of power. It was the specter that was over them all that one day they could not make heads or tails of the world and attempt to remake it, often violently. Still, he had to know. Closing his eyes he called forth the power that was his birthright and cast his senses around the house. Listening ot the various whispers, of the conversations that would go along. The house was new, it still did not have a true personality that could resist his intrusion but the foundation was old.<br><br>Acton could only smile as the door was opened promptly. He stood to shake the man's hand. There was no spell in the world that would hide the raw magic that was contained right behind his eyes. The only hope he had was that the man would be far too distracted to really look at him beyond his appearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 01:32:03</strong>
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				"I am not some commodity to be bartered off Father! Did I make it onto one of your lists? 'Find buyer for Dulonian turnips, oh and secure husband for worrisome daughter.' Am I messing up the rest of your business schedule? Is there some reason for this ridiculous time line of yours? You don't usually rush into matters of great importance, do I mean so very little to you then? Or have you .... merciful gods you've been planning this for some time now haven't you?" Her voice rose slowly in volume with each question her pale skin flushing to a soft pink outrage causing her slender body to tremble slightly. The man before her winced slightly one hand raising to pinch the bridge of his nose where a headache was no doubt forming.&nbsp; Perhaps he should have told her sooner, given her time to grow accustomed to the idea, but in truth the plan was so outlandish that he hadn't really had much hope for it coming to fruition. <br><br>"Kali ... darling you must look at this logically.&nbsp; It is the best offer you are likely to receive... I know it seems cruel to phrase it in such a manner, but it is the truth.&nbsp; Would you see yourself married off to some wealthy merchant who wants only the family name to secure him more contracts? Or perhaps one of the grasping country nobles, do you want to be shipped off to the middle of nowhere? No, the mage is the best hope for you and for this family." He did his best to explain patiently, but the knowledge that their guest was scheduled to arrive in a few hours put a thread of almost desperation into his words, he needed her calm and poised before the warlock arrived.&nbsp; "Think on it ... but dress and be ready to receive him when he arrives, if you cannot bear it, well, we will think of something else..." He pressed a quick kiss to his daughter's forehead only then turning to the servant hovering in the hallway.<br><br>Kailani seethed as she watched her father turn, one shaking hand reaching up to rake light red hair out of her face.&nbsp; In truth she was insulted by the whole thing, even more so because her father was right damn him.&nbsp; She listened with half an ear as the servant explained that a man had arrived wishing to discuss... something, he was incredibly vague about the whole thing, but her father simply shrugged and then squared his shoulders before vanishing down the hall toward his study.<br><br>"I'll bet he is old .... and wrinkled ... and quite mad .." Kali muttered to herself as she stalked over to one of her closets flipping through dress after dress while she thought about the upcoming meeting her initial anger cooling into a rather dangerous resolve.<br><br>-------<br><br>Ivard D'alessio came through the study door quickly his expression pinched, almost hunted as he shut it behind him sparing only the quickest glance to his new guest before making his way to the wide mahogany desk which dominated one side of the room.&nbsp; "My apologies good Sir, my household is ... in a bit of disarray today.&nbsp; We are expecting a rather important guest and though extensive preparations have been made even the best plans are bound to have some hiccups.&nbsp; Normally I would be pleased to discuss whatever venture has brought you here, and indeed if you would like to make an appointment with my secretary in town we still might be able to make an arrangement which is mutually beneficial..." even as he spoke he was jotting down an address, name and brief instructions for the man a good half his brain still engaged elsewhere. 
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				Title: <strong>Erzibeth al’Shirazi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vita</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 05:49:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i715.photobucket.com/albums/ww152/vita_ethriel/th_Erzibeth.jpg?t=1339431352) (http://s715.photobucket.com/albums/ww152/vita_ethriel/?action=view&amp;current=Erzibeth.jpg)</div>Erzibeth was walking the short distance from her room to her mistress’s when a wave a magical energy washed through the hallway.&nbsp; Had Erzibeth been able to see the wave itself, she would have seen that it parted around her and come back together on the other side rather than wash through her as if Erzibeth was a large rock jutting above an incoming tide.&nbsp; However, not being a wizard herself, she would have been completely insensitive to it had in not been for the wide, gold bracelet around her right wrist which twitched ever so slightly.&nbsp; Erzibeth stopped and looked down at the bracelet in surprise.&nbsp; She had known from her mother, the bracelet’s previous owner, that it was capable of protecting her from, and alerting her to, the presence of magical energies, but this was the first time it had ever done so.<br><br>At any other time she would have been curious to know the source of the magic, but today of all days, she knew exactly from whence it had come.&nbsp; The wizard was here already!&nbsp; He was over an hour early and Erzibeth knew that Kailani was not at all ready.&nbsp; She practically dashed the remaining steps to Kailani’s bedchambers, only to find that she had beaten her mistress there.&nbsp; Erzibeth took advantage of whatever time she might have to begin laying out clothes, a silk shift and stockings, several layers of petticoats, a corset and then a gorgeous emerald green gown embroidered with gold thread and a pair of shoes to match.&nbsp; Then she grabbed a silver hair brush and a series of elaborate emerald tipped hair pins.<br><br>Thus it was that Erzibeth was all prepared when Kailani stomped into the room in a high state.&nbsp; Erzibeth was used to reading Kailani’s moods, having been one of Kailani’s maids for seven years, the last three of which she had served as her personal maid.&nbsp; During that time, they had developed a relationship that was highly unusual for a lady and her maid.&nbsp; It had started a year after Erzibeth became one of Kailani’s maids.&nbsp; The two girls had been thirteen and seventeen when Kailani’s younger brother, Garen, who was only a year older than Erzibeth, had come in to the magical power that was a legacy of the D'alessio family.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the family, once known for a succession of powerful wizards, had not sired one in over two hundred years and no one recognized the signs until it was too late.<br><br>The onset of magical ability was usually highly traumatic, coming as it did with during puberty which was harrowing enough without adding magic to the mix.&nbsp; With no one to guide him through the emergence of his power, Garen’s mind had cracked under the strain and he burnt down the ancient D’alessio home with intense magical fire that was hot enough to crack many of the stones the house had been built from.&nbsp; The home was rebuilt, but the people lost in the fire, including both of Erzibeth’s parents, had been a high price to pay.&nbsp; Garen survived the fire he had caused, but the law dictated that wizards who lost control of their powers, even once, must be executed for the good of everyone.&nbsp; Even Lord Ivard had been unable to make an exception for his own son, no matter how much it pained him or adversely affected his relationship with Kailani.<br><br>But it had been the shared grief over the loss of their loved ones as well as the social stigma surrounding the event that had brought Erzibeth and Kailani together, first as friends and confidantes, and then eventually as something more (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142885.msg6427808#msg6427808).&nbsp; Kailani’s list of suitors <em>and</em> friends had dried up almost completely after Garen’s death.&nbsp; People were too afraid of the potential Kailani represented, the possibility of breeding another insane wizard.&nbsp; But as terrible as the loss of parents and a brother was, Erzibeth had grown to enjoy her relationship with Kailani.&nbsp; For the last three years, the two women had been secret lovers.&nbsp; Both of them were past the point at which girls typically married, Kailani by circumstance, and Erzibeth by choice.&nbsp; Their relationship allowed them to find an outlet for those passions that they would normally have explored with their husbands but without Kailani, at least, losing the proof of her virginity so prized in a noble bride.<br><br>“My lady,” Erzibeth began in a tone that was somehow both deferential and commanding, “we must get you ready at once.&nbsp; There is not a single moment to lose.”&nbsp; Erzibeth took charge of her mistress in a way only a very experienced servant could, deftly deflecting Kailani’s sullenness and temper.&nbsp; As she stripped Kailani out of her day dress, she touched her mistress in ways that might seem casual but were specifically designed to sooth and comfort, without being obvious. Erzibeth then guided her into her private bath, removed the last of Kailani’s underthings and assisted her into the huge copper tub.&nbsp; The tub was actually big enough for the both of them, but much as they might like to, there was no time for that sort of frolicking now.&nbsp; Erzibeth remembered with delight the first time they had shared the bath together.&nbsp; Earlier she had taken the initiative to place water on the fire and now she filled the tub with a mixture of hot water from the fire and tepid water to keep the temperature just right.<br><br>Erzibeth efficiently scrubbed and rinsed Kailani’s body, marveling again at the pale beauty of Kailani’s hair and skin.&nbsp; Erzibeth’s skin, by contrast, was more than several shades darker than her mistress’s and her hair was such a dark brown that it was nearly black.&nbsp; When Kailani was thoroughly rinsed and dried with a warm, fluffy towel, Erzibeth began the process of dressing her again, now in the emerald green gown.&nbsp; Then it was time to style her hair and pin it up with the emerald hair pins and then finally to do her makeup.&nbsp; &nbsp;First Erzibeth applied a powder base that came from her mother’s desert homeland and served to even out Kailani’s freckles a bit as well as give it a bit of sparkle.&nbsp; The powder was actually one of the mainstays of the D’alessio family’s trade in recent years, having been discovered by Kailani’s grandfather on a trade mission to the desert city of Istahar, where he had met and become friends with Erzibeth’s grandfather.&nbsp; After the base came a hint of rouge made of crushed flower petals on her cheeks and then a dusting of iridescent bluish-green powder on her eyelashes that evoked both the blue-gray color of Kailani’s eyes and the green of her dress.<br><br>“There, my lady,” Erzibeth said, stepping back to appraise her work, “you are certain to be the most beautiful woman this wizard has ever seen.”&nbsp; The whole process had taken nearly an hour, and Erzibeth was at a lost as to why they hadn’t been called down to meet the wizard some time since, but it was hardly her place to question the ways of lords and wizards.<br><br>“Oh dear!&nbsp; I’ve forgotten your stockings.”&nbsp; She retrieved the stockings from the bed and knelt in front of Kailani.&nbsp; “Don’t move, my lady.”&nbsp; Erzibeth said as she pulled up the front of the gown and then the petticoats and shift and slipped beneath them.&nbsp; “Now lift your left leg.”&nbsp; She slid the first stocking into place with a great deal more stroking of Kailani’s leg than was strictly necessary then affixed it to the stays hanging from the corset.&nbsp; She repeated the process with the right leg.&nbsp; Before she quit her very intimate position, Erzibeth licked a long stroke along Kailani’s pussy that made her mistress jump in surprise.&nbsp; Then she withdrew and helped Kailani with her shoes.<br><br>“Now, my lady Kali,” she finished, using the nickname that only Kailani’s family and, on very rare occasions, Erzibeth herself used, “go and be nice to the wizard and I promise you more of that later.”&nbsp; Erzibeth’s violet eyes sparkled with mischief.&nbsp; “And of course afterwards, you’ll have to punish me for being such a naughty maid.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 11:21:44</strong>
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				It was odd, there was no other way the wizard could begin to describe. The energy rippled as though there was something in the way then passed on like it was nothing. It was only for a split second, but it was enough to pull at the mage and spark his curiosity. Why was it in this house? Yes he had heard about the tragedy that had befallen the family, everyone had. It was always a shame when someone that would have had the gift succumb to the curse. Even more so when they were unable to be saved and had to be put down. If there was a rift here, a disturbance in the very flow of magic, it could be part of the cause. It was only a theory but it was as good as any other that was presented on why this poor child had lost it all. There had to be a reason, it could not just be random chance. If it was purely random then they would all be lost in the end. The enigma would have to be put aside for the moment, there would be plenty of time to delve within it later. The wizard opened his eyes to smile at the man that walked through the door.<br><br>"Disarray?." Acton stood up, smoothing out of coat even though it had no wrinkles. He offered the man his hand in a formal greeting. "That is more then alright. I did arrive a little earlier then anyone expected me. I should apologize for that alone." That alone would have garnered attention from the man to look at the eyes of Acton, to see the gold ring that encircled them. There was no ill will in those eyes just light hearted amusement. "You will have to forgive me, it is not often that I am offered so much that I wanted to feel just how the house was before they knew I was here. I have to admit it is a bit unorthodox that a tie of blood would be needed for such an arrangement, well" he smiled running fingers through his hair, "unorthodox for me. I can understand it though, logically it makes perfect sense. Keeping it in the family as it were so that we could both be profitable. It is actually quite ingenious."<br><br>It was compliment, one meant in total sincerity. Acton knew that if he wanted to expand his holdings there would need to be someone that understood the system better then he ever could at the helm. There was only so much the reputation of a wizard could bring and then there needed to be fiscal responsibility. The D'alessio house offered it all in one little package. Well not a little one, there was still meeting his wife for the first time. He could not believe that before he started this conversation he was single and now he would be married. There was no love between them. The only way he knew how she even looked was from reports and from when the magic first touched her. "Now I know we have discussed this all extensively but I hope you will indulge me one more time on the finer details."<br><br>Acton tapped his chin as he talked, "I had some ideas about the eastern trade routes. If I am repeating anything you have already thought about feel free to tell me so. Together we will be stronger then apart, I see that quite clearly now...." They continued to talk, hammering out all the details and even a small plan on the next season futures that could be invested. With a little bit of clever water magic the harvest could be strengthened. It was a good start.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 02:02:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/th_138058_1260446081_submedium-1.jpg) (http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/?action=view&amp;current=138058_1260446081_submedium-1.jpg)</div>Kailani was working herself into a rather fine frenzy as she came through the doorway though her rant was cut off rather abruptly by the other woman's sense of urgency and she allowed herself to be prodded along toward&nbsp; the bathtub.&nbsp; "Oh yes, lets just rush to my inevitable doom..." after rinsing she put herself in her maid's rather competent hands (in more ways than one really!) arms lifting at the appropriate time, turning, bending shifting with only the slightest pressure of Ezribeth's fingers the two had done this so often that the process was smooth almost automated even on this the most unusual of days.<br><br>The young woman's silence through the grooming ritual was not really a good thing though for inwardly she seethed. All of this for a man whom she had never met, a man she would happily go the rest of her life without meeting if she had a choice in the matter... but really she didn't.&nbsp; "Stockings? Its not as though he'll even ..." but the girl was already kneeling those slender dexterous fingers sliding the sheer silk up over her legs and who was Kali to complain about such things her eyes drifting closed as she savored the sensation, the light fan of the girl's breath against her thigh as she worked the gentle scrape of her nail against the back of her knee.<br><br>She was just getting ready to take a small step back swishing her skirts back down into place when Ezribeth's tongue ran against her, stroking one wet line against her sensitive flesh making her eyes fly wide her toes curling in her stockings her whole body giving a quick shudder.&nbsp; "You .... you ... wench.." there was a wealth of both outrage and affection in that statement, just that one quick touch causing her to tingle pleasantly the memory of their last night together washing through her bringing a small rather self satisfied smile to her lips.<br><br>Sliding into her shoes she shook her head her fingers threading through Ezribeth's tugging her against her for a brief moment leaning down for a light kiss one which would not undo any of the careful work that the maid had put into her appearance, but her tongue did flick out briefly tasting herself, drawing a low moan from her.&nbsp; "It might be a more effective punishment if you did not enjoy it so much ..." the words came out a low murmur and she offered the girl another quick grin before turning toward the door her skirts swishing around her ankles. "I will try to play nice...will you see to it that refreshments are delivered to the study soon? I'm assuming we are out of the blood of newborn children, but perhaps there is something in the kitchen which will appeal to the warlock..."<br><br>--------<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/th_comte_portrait.jpg) (http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/?action=view&amp;current=comte_portrait.jpg)</div>"Earlier than expected...." the man frowned looking up from his desk truly studying his guest for the first time the air leaving his lungs in a startled oof.&nbsp; "Conleth, by the gods man .." he sputtered for another few seconds before snapping his mouth closed and taking a series of quick steadying breaths.&nbsp; "We hadn't expected you until later, but I can appreciate a man who likes to see things done quickly.&nbsp; I am glad that you can see merit in my proposal, its one of those rare cases where everyone in it comes out a winner..." Ivard warmed to the topic and to the man before him rather quickly re-outlining some of the points from their correspondence but venturing into other territory as well this matter clearly having taken up a good deal of his focus lately.<br><br>"I realize that some wizards make a bulk of their money through construction projects, but a largely neglected area is the mining of base materials.&nbsp; Its a rather painstaking and hazardous project for most, though I expect given a goal and an afternoon a man such as yourself could replace&nbsp; dozens of workers.... really there is no end to it.&nbsp; You need not focus in on one particular point, in fact keeping a well diversified portfolio is always a good thing even in your case.&nbsp; You can pick and chose whatever projects interest you most at the time of course, there is no need to work ALL the time ..."<br><br>As though on cue Kailani appeared in the doorway then offering her father a faint smile noting his rather eccentric hair, he'd clearly been running his hands through it extensively.&nbsp; "Gentlemen ... I hope I am not intruding..?" It was a rather pointless question, nor did she really care if she was.&nbsp; Wide blue gray eyes shifted to Acton then, her head tilting slightly as she studied him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 22:18:22</strong>
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				"Mining?" Acton raised a hand to his chin, tapping at his lower lip. The idea had merit. Earth magic was challenging. The earth was a stubborn foe refusing to move to all but the most powerful of wizards. The amount of energy it would take to bring the minerals to the surface was daunting just for the calculations and yet the amount of labor it would take to do it by hand was even more. There would be risk, more risk then he was perhaps comfortable taking. The strain could very much snap his mind but then again there was no reward without a risk.<br><br>"Perhaps, but you have to remember that it is a price for everything including magic. It is not always the short cut that it is believed to be. A day of mining could easily be more productive then how much it might take to recover from a day of magic..."&nbsp; He thought a bit more on the subject. Moving the earth would be more pressing then he was comfortable working on but not searching through. "What if we knew where to dig, chanel.." his words broke off as he heart the soft footsteps and a presence in the doorway. Only taking a quick glance he saw just who it was. It was the first time he had seen his wife to be with his own eyes. There were drawings, descriptions and even a spell or too but none of it was the same as actually seeing.<br><br>Acton stood up, brushing a bit of nonexistent wrinkles from his coat. She was not perfect but then that is what drew him to her. The slight freckles on her face, the fiery red hair, even the icy eyes that she looked back at him with. Stunning perhaps was the right word, and now that he truly looked at her, the first batches of what some would call imperfections seemed right for her. "No, not at all. I suppose if anything you should be the guest of honor, not me." He gave her a smile and crossed the few steps to the door offering his hand. "Umm, Hi, My name is Acton." Clearly she would know just who and what he is. There was even a slight nervous flush of his skin at the awkwardness that he seemed to be experiencing.<br><br>The moment she offered her hand he would bring it up to his lips and kiss at though he were meeting someone of equal station. She was to be his wife after all, that meant equal to him.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 00:01:22</strong>
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				"Perhaps we could merely rent out your services as a surveyor then? You're certainly bound to be more accurate than those quacks with their 'tastes like a rich vein over yonder' moments. I don't know what the exact nature of your powers are, nor do I really expect to&nbsp; I mean .." her father's rambling was cut off by Kali's arrival.<br><br>She stood framed in the door way for a moment, watching as Acton rose and made his way across the room to her.&nbsp; There was a rather pleasing grace and assurance to his stride which she had not been expecting.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then again nothing about him was what she had been expecting.&nbsp; A small flush of her own highlighted her features as he took her hand in his larger one raising it to his lips, her head inclining at his somewhat awkward introduction. "Hello Acton ... I am rather pleased that you are neither fat and balding nor ancient..." Eyes widened further in horror as her rather frank statement registered, her father's sputtering noises from behind them signaling that she had in fact said that last bit out loud.&nbsp; <br><br>"I mean ... rather, welcome to our home Master Acton.&nbsp; I am Kailani and it is my very great pleasure to meet you .." and with that she sank into a graceful curtsey her hand still resting in his, this introduction far more graceful but infinitely less genuine than the first.&nbsp; Eyes glanced over his shoulder taking in her father's purple faced countenance.&nbsp; "Please do sit down before you fall over Father, I doubt our guest would be pleased if you were to have a heart attack at this juncture .." oh so NOW she was concerned with what would please their guest?<br><br>"I have asked that refreshment be brought, it should arrive shortly.&nbsp; Until then ... umm .. please continue..." Fingers curled against Acton's arm and she somewhat guided him back toward the desk where her father had collapsed into his own leather backed chair, she herself perching on one of the smaller seats, spreading the rich fabric of her skirt out around her legs so that it would not wrinkle. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 06:52:51</strong>
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				The wizard seem to freeze mid greeting at her rather blustered response. "Well, I am rather pleased that I am not either of those things as well." He gave a quick chuckle patting her hand reassuringly. They were all only human, well at least two of them. The wizard was not entirely sure if he was a human any more. He looked and thought as human yet the very power of creation was within his grasp. "Well if it is any consolation I am glad that you are not as well." Leading with the truth, perhaps there was a chance for the two of them after all. That is what he needed someone to ground him, to stop him from floating away with the hubris that his kind seemed to develop if they were not careful.<br><br>Acton let himself be lead back to the chair, keeping an eye on the apparently very ailing father. "That would be rather lovely thank you." Glancing a bit back over to his wife to be as she arranged herself over the seat. Well she seemed to understand more about what was expected of a wife but that was not exactly what he wanted. "We were discussing some thoughts about using my abilities in mining." There was no reason to catch her up. Women were thought of more of as nothing but an accessory that could be shown off at parties. That was not exactly what he was looking for but he was willing to see what he was about to receive.<br><br>"What are your thoughts? It is possible. Divining the placement of minerals at almost untold accuracy and given enough prep and effort I could even excavate them myself. Are there any other places you could think of Kailani? Your father and I have came up with a few ideas already but a fresh take on the matter would be lovely."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 22:26:01</strong>
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				"Oh yes everything will be quite lovely ..." though the words were proper the sardonic twist of her mouth when she said them was not, however that quickly faded and she offered him a small rather genuine smile.&nbsp; He was nervous, it was almost cute and rather unexpected as was his interest in her opinion.&nbsp; She studied her nails for a moment gathering her thoughts, this was something that she had not prepared for.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well .... it seems to me that taking the jobs of hundreds of men would not endear yourself to the local populace, not that I believe you truly care for their opinion, but those men provide for families and hold up a corner of the local economy.&nbsp; Cave ins are their most feared enemy yes? Well that and air quality.&nbsp; Hire yourself out to the company as a consultant.&nbsp; Reinforce their current supports in the mines, direct them to more efficient lines , craft something to more efficiently circulate the air, and take a small percentage of their profits as compensation? Everyone is happier, miners still have their jobs and are safer, owners have some peace of mind and a more efficient operation, and you are paid for what is I would assume very little in the way of actual work?" It was not a well formed speech, she was clearly working it out as she spoke and there was some pauses and awkward moments, but all in all she felt she'd managed to get her general point across.<br><br>"Regardless my father is rather more knowledgeable than I on such matters.&nbsp; I trust that whatever course you gentlemen set will be benifitial to all..." Her father seemed torn between smiling and frowning at her and eventually he settled on merely tapping his fingers on the desk.<br><br>"Kali would have made a fine son, I perhaps discuss business matters around her more than I should..." She stiffened at her father's statement but made no other move. "She has a good head on her shoulders though, I am told that you have extensive holdings of your own Acton? I am sure she will be a boon to you in helping to manage such things..." She smiled slightly at the somewhat backhanded compliment but sat quietly not sure how to behave in this rather awkward social situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 07:39:16</strong>
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				It was only after her words did he realized that he was repeating himself. Well, things had gotten off to a great start. The image of the proud, ageless and wise wizard would forever be tarnished. Great. Just great. At least listening to her talk gave him a moment to collect himself. Her ideas had merit and he at least was able to hide the surprise on her face replacing it with a slight touch of a smile. It was going to be a good match, though there was a part of him that could see just why she had not been able to entertain the idea of suitors all too much. Most noble's only wanted trophy to hold onto and show off, the rest just wanted something to procreate with.<br><br>"I like it. While the amount of effort required is less, the risk is less as well. We enrich the local populous and as a result everyone is richer and made prosperous by it." He nodded considering the matter now closed when it came to the mine. Air magic was considerable easier and alienating the people around him was no way to win friends. Not that he would ever really have friends, the marks around his eyes made sure of that. "I do not think you should belittle yourself."<br><br>"Yes I have quite a few holdings now, holdings that I have been able to expand but I do not have the attention to manage them properly. Kali," he tried the shortened name, the familiarity of it perhaps a bit too soon but they were about to be married and on far more intimate ground. "In my world, or I should say in the wizard's world. Men and Women are equal. Power is power and we cannot be judge based on what form our bodies take. You will have to excuse me if my ideas are a bit different." He cleared his throat, "Is there anything else that we need to discus? I am sure the plans that we made will take us well into the next year. We will need that much time to stabilize my own holdings before we can make any other moves."<br><br>"I will sign the agreement but only on one condition. Kailani needs to sign it as well."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 04:05:48</strong>
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				His 'power is power' statement caused one delicate eyebrow to arch. This was supposed to reassure her? "Well ... good to know my status as a second class citizen is still well established thank you Acton?"&nbsp; She was equal parts bemused, offended, and genuinely confused as to what was actually happening in this conversation.&nbsp; <br><br>Her father again began to sputter, "Kailani you will remain civil before guests and treat him with the respect afforded to him by his station and status as your future husband! Honestly ... what has gotten into you girl?"&nbsp; He was not as outraged as he could have been after all the wizard still seemed ready to look at the marriage contracts which he oh so helpfully pulled from one of his desk drawers and laid out on the polished surface before them.&nbsp; <br><br>Kali merely stared at her father for a moment wondering just when they had grown so very far apart.&nbsp; Granted they had never had a precisely close relationship, open affection was not exactly fashionable.&nbsp; But of course, like all changes it had been after he brother's death.&nbsp; Evard had thrown himself wholeheartedly into his business ventures while Kali had slowly stopped caring about what others thought of her.&nbsp; Respecting the station of others and demanding that same respect in return had gained her nothing in life, she found far more pleasure in breaking those social norms.&nbsp; Like with Ezribeth.... a small shudder went through her one leg crossing over the other as she fought to get her thoughts back on track.<br><br>"Of course I'll sign it, I am not, despite popular opinion, a willful child ... or a freaking idiot" The last qualifier was added under her breath as she reached out to scoot the papers closer looking them over quickly.&nbsp; Fairly standard really.&nbsp; Her father was waving the bride price in favor of a business arrangement with Acton naming him his primary contact and executor.&nbsp; There was also a fair bit discussing willing the D'allesio title to their first born son, a matter which caused her eyes to widen slightly.&nbsp; My but they were getting ahead of themselves, not even married and her children were already being spoken for.&nbsp; Lovely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 06:48:06</strong>
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				It would seem there was more going on between the father and daughter then met the eye. The death of the boy, well he really could say the murder of the boy. That is what it was. No matter how the other wizards tried to dress it up or think about, good for the realm or not. It was still murder even if it was a sanctioned one. Acton would have to tread careful, that was no different then any other marriage of the stories of the older men were to be believed. At least it seemed that their wives did not hate them in the same way that this one seemed to. With a gentle shrug Acton held up his hand.<br><br>"No, it was entirely warranted. This is how the general populous see us. As though they are second class citizens. It is not what I meant but it is true none the less. Perception is a form of reality I find." he gave a sigh. "I am sorry, it was not what I meant. It was a somewhat bad attempt to try and win respect with you in regarding the sexes equal. I realize the irony in that as I am about to sign a document that binds you to me but at the very least I wanted you to sign it with me." It was a weak argument but he was trying, honestly trying to find a way to make this easier for all of them.<br><br>The last qualifier of that statement caused the warlock to raise an eyebrow. He did not respond to it but it was clearly able to be heard. It would seem that his wife to be, or more appropriate wife as he slid the document over and signed it, was a little bit feisty. Well, at least he had a glimpse of what he was about to be getting into. As much good as it was going to do for him. He turned to look at the older gentleman. "Would you mind excusing us for a moment, I would like to talk to my fiancé in private." Acton gave a gentle smile and waiting for the man to exit.<br><br>When the door closed, he turned to Kali. "I understand we have much to talk about, there are things that we will have to do but I can ask this of you at the very least. I know there is no love lost between us but what do you want this to be. Do you want to try for something more or do you want to keep it in a business sense?" It was not the most romantic thing he could say but it was important for what he was about to do next. There was a ring in his pocket and if she wanted something more, something real the least he could do is propose properly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 18:59:00</strong>
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				Oddly enough Evard spared a glance toward his daughter before answering Acton's request.&nbsp; Only at her slight nod did he give a long suffering sigh accompanied by a shrug as he stood up from the wide wooden desk.&nbsp; "Very well, I have a few other matters to check in on ...." as he moved past toward the door he muttered something which sounded suspiciously like 'play nice' under his breath drawing a quick grin from Kali.&nbsp; Apparently speaking under one's breath was a family trait.&nbsp; <br><br>Her head tilted upward as the wizard addressed her, his words causing her mouth to fall open slightly in shock.&nbsp; Never, or at least not in the last six years, had another man been so terribly concerned with her thoughts and wants it was ... both disconcerting and lovely all at the same time.&nbsp; Her tongue flicked out wetting her oddly dry lower lip. "I ... Warlock ... Acton .... I am not sure what it is you want me to say, so you'll have to forgive me if I ramble for a moment in an attempt to be perfectly clear. I was madly in love once.&nbsp; Seventeen, engaged, blissfully happy with my life spread out before me in a pleasing arrangement.&nbsp; Since then I have discovered that love, the love that people write sonnets and plays over, is a rather fleeting and fragile thing.&nbsp; I am twenty three and have little need for romance and flattery, I am well aware of the many reasons that our marriage will be benifitial to everyone.&nbsp; I will take your name, bear your children, manage your household and try to not be too much of a burden..." a faint self deprecating smile curved at her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do not require flowers and pretty speeches .... that said, well .. I meant it when I said it pleased me you were neither old nor ugly, you have shown an unexpected kindness in our dealings thus far, I am not ... adverse to there being more in our interactions than duty, but I beg that you not attempt to ... force it, and I shall repay in kind.&nbsp; I much prefer honesty to artifice..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Erzibeth al’Shirazi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vita</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 06:27:38</strong>
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				Erzibeth disliked checking up on the other household servants and did her best to avoid it whenever possible.&nbsp; Her favored position in the household was already envied by the rest of the servants, and there was no benefit in raising additional ire by hovering over the other servants regardless of her mistress’s wishes.&nbsp; In fact, whenever she was able Erzibeth made up and dusted her own room, something that at least mollified the housekeeping staff.&nbsp; But today at least, the rest of the staff were just as eager to impress their guest as Erzibeth was, though likely for different reasons.&nbsp; To some extent they all wished to see Kailani’s position bettered by a good match, but for most of the rest of the servants, the incentive was more to insure that she did so in some other household.&nbsp; Erzibeth had learned to deal with and redirect the worst of Kailani’s temper, but not all the servants were as fortunate.<br>&nbsp;<br>So eager were the cooks to impress the warlock that the head cook asked for Erzibeth’s opinion on the dishes as soon as she arrived in the kitchen, sparing her the task of even having to ask.&nbsp; Most of the refreshments were local delicacies, but one was a variation of a local dish combined with spices from Erzibeth’s mother’s homeland, and there were bottles of chilled Klah, a spicy, effervescent beverage of the same origin.&nbsp; For just a moment, Erzibeth was transported to her childhood by the spicy aromas and she felt the familiar pang of loss for her long dead mother. Such moments occurred less frequently with the passing of time, but they were still unexpectedly sharp when they did. She pushed the memory aside so that she could concentrate on the matter at hand.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Yes, that all seems excellent.”&nbsp; She told the cook, who smiled broadly and began ordering the other staff about to prepare the dishes for transport.&nbsp; Erzibeth moved to a corner of the kitchen where she would not be in the way of the sudden flurry of activity as dishes were transferred from pots and pans into serving dishes.&nbsp; When it was all done, Erzibeth followed a stream of servants from the kitchen to one of the smaller dining areas, where everything was neatly arranged on the sideboard.&nbsp; Once she was satisfied that everything was properly placed, she headed for the study where she knew that the Warlock and Kailani were ensconced with Lord Evard.<br>&nbsp;<br>When the D’alessio family home had been rebuilt after the fire, it had been done based in part on the maxim that servants should be neither seen nor heard.&nbsp; Servants’ passageways crisscrossed the house in such a way that it was possible to access nearly every room in main house and the family wing without ever setting foot into one of the main corridors.&nbsp; These passages were serpentine, due to the need to navigate around doors, windows and other obstacles.&nbsp; Whenever the household hired a new servant it often took weeks for them to learn the system, but Erzibeth navigated it easily, having grown up racing through them as a child.&nbsp; The doors to these passages were concealed from the outside, thus allowing them to serve double duty to allow the family to escape in the relatively unlikely event that some army showed up at their doorstep.&nbsp; The house was by no means a castle or a fortress but the architect, Lord Evard himself, had kept the family’s safety at the top of his mind.&nbsp; For the moment, however, they simply served their more utilitarian purpose and allowed Erzibeth to slip unnoticed into the study, her bare feet soundless on the polished wood floor.<br>&nbsp;<br>She arrived just in time to hear Acton’s surprising and somewhat awkward question, and Kailani’s blunt, if truthful, answer.&nbsp; It gave her an unguarded moment in which to observe the man who would be her new master. He was certainly younger and better looking than either she or Kailani had expected, though Erzibeth was sure that Kailani had assumed far worse in both categories than she had herself.&nbsp; But far from being old, ugly or bald, he was so unexpectedly attractive that Erzibeth felt a sudden flash of desire which she quickly smothered. Her relationship with Kailani had kept Erzibeth out of the beds of any of the men she might otherwise have enjoyed, but that did not mean that she had no interest in men.&nbsp; But the one man that she must not desire was this one; Warlock, her soon-to-be master and her mistress’s new husband.<br>&nbsp;<br>Erzibeth considered waiting to make her presence known, but did not wish to be accused of spying if either of them noticed her before she announced herself.&nbsp; She also decided that both parties might benefit from an interruption in what must be a horribly awkward conversation.&nbsp; She stepped further into the room and deliberately made a small sound, attracting their attention to her.&nbsp; “My apologies for interrupting, my Lord, Lady,” she began, bowing in the peculiar style of the desert people from which she was descended, bending at both her knees and waist, until one knee touched the floor. “but it was requested that I inform you that refreshments are ready in the west dining room.” she finished as she rose again quickly and gracefully.&nbsp; As usual whenever she was around those other than her mistress, she kept her eyes downcast and half-lidded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 22:57:25</strong>
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				The wizard listened to the well articulated speech, even if she prefaced it with that fact that she thought she would ramble. Each of the words however seemed to deflate the man, his shoulders settled a bit lower. The idea of love was lost on him as well but this woman could have represented a hope. If he wanted a brood mare, or even a bed warmer he could have taken his pick. Yes, the things that this particular match was bringing to the table were all greatly beneficial but he had thought there could be something so much more. It was not going to be like any of the stories he had read and perhaps that would be the best. What he needed, what they both seemed to need was something that was more real.<br><br>"Force?" His brows furrowed. That was perhaps the last thing that he was thinking. Before he could continue on he heard the servant enter. What was perhaps the most disconcerting was the simple fact that he did not sense. There was no subtle pull of a new person that would change the flow of magic. Something even a single footstep that he could have heard or felt but this woman seemed to have slipped by him without notice. His gaze swung over to the woman, his head tilting as he looked her over. She was exoctic that was very true but what interested him the most was just what kind of ability she could have. There could be many reasons, a latent magical talent was one of the first things that lept to his mind. She would need to be observed. Acton gave her a quick smile.<br><br>"There is no need to apologize. Thank you." He paused waiting for a name, his eyes following the particular bow that she had used. It was not something he had seen before. Acton turned back to his soon to be wife. "I would not dream of using force Kali. That being said how would you feel about some flowers and some pretty speeches. This one for example started out to be far more eloquent." He sighed, running his hand through his hair, his hand slipping into a pocket. Fingers curled around the ring that was there, a fresh batch of nerves clinching at his stomach. He was better then this, he could control the very essence of the world and yet this woman had caused him even the slightest amount of pause.<br><br>"Well, it is not the most romantic way but it will at least be a promise." He pulled out his hand the ring contained within. It was a single band of gold, a diamond in the middle surrounded by a ring of other colors representing the elements. "Will you marry me Kailani?" She had agreed, they both had agreed but it was the chance for her to say no. If she said no it would be strictly business but a yes. Well a yes could be the start of something so much more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 05:10:50</strong>
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				Her little speech had not pleased him.&nbsp; That much was evident as she watched the warlock's shoulders sag.&nbsp; Why precisely she was not entirely certain.&nbsp; Did he want her to petulantly stamp her foot and demand he conjure flowers for her? Perhaps compose an impromptu sonnet waxing over her stunning beauty in which he compared the fiery waves of her hair to the rays of sunshine breaking into the darkness that was his bleak existence before her? Gods, the mere thought made her want to gag a little.&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of Ezribeth's voice however eased the frown which had drawn her delicate brows together, the corners of her carefully colored lips curving upward into a small smile genuine affection reflected from her as she first caught sight of the exotically garbed woman.&nbsp; Perfect timing as always.&nbsp; The speculative look on Acton's face and his small smile ... well that caused her freeze the urge to smack him welling within her.&nbsp; One, he was supposed to be here making his grand gesture which had been so important to him earlier not ogling HER maid thank you very much. And Two ... well number one was enough thank you!<br><br>Still as he shifted, turning his attention back to her Kali did her best to keep her expression neutral, watching as his hand slipped into his pocket pulling out that rather exquisite ring the blend of colors each carefully selected appealing to her far more than the more ostentatious pieces she'd seen so often over the years.&nbsp; Her breath caught for a moment, tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip.<br><br>"Thank you Ezribeth, we will be there in a moment..." It seemed that she was going to slight him and not answer the question at all, but no sooner were those words out of her mouth that she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his and that delicately formed ring.&nbsp; "It would please me to wear it now.... I had resigned myself to wedding you long before this moment wizard; I had not thought to even remotely enjoy that prospect.&nbsp; Thank you for proving me wrong ... I am not a woman who admits such things often, enjoy this moment while you can." She offered him a small smile then hand still against his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerigo</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 22:43:50</strong>
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				Resigned to marry him. That was a statement that he never thought he would hear when it came to his own marriage. Sure he had heard the tales of marriage being about love and becoming this whirlwind, some times literally if the meeting was between two wizards. What had he really hoped for? That she would be leaping into his arms and saying that fate had brought them together. No, that would actually have been worse. Fate was something that people could forge on their own and yet here he was accepting an arranged marriage. That gave him pause. She was not a master of her own fate and in fact how many women in this day and age were. There were the normal wizards that were female and they could command a respect that was unheard of but to be a woman, to be trapped to a man that they had no say in. It was actually a frightening prospect.<br><br>And yet, she was the lynchpin in the agreement of both of their houses. The sign of good faith that as long as he married her that they would be forever bound. Not to mention that he was also getting an amazing deal out of it. Years of financial prosperity, the administration of problems he never wanted to deal with in the first place and a wife. One that was merely resigned to be with him but it was a start in a way. What would come of the two of them would be decided by their actions and not fate. He could at least give her that freedom, one that was denied to her until now. Acton kept the smile carefully on his face as the brush of her fingers over his. A slight spark seemingly to jump from the contact. What could that be? The wizard was just going to chalk it up to being aware of her touch.<br><br>Well time to forge their own path. Acton slid the ring onto her finger. That perhaps was all the ceremony he would really need. It was to be her choice and now it was their choice. "Refreshments? That does sound lovely." Running a quick hand through his hair he offered his arm. "Well there is no time like the present."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlock's Wedding Woes (Cerigo/Rampant Desires/Vita)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 06:39:00</strong>
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				No time like the present? The desire to open her mouth and point out that he was in fact right, the past and the future were indeed not like the present was incredibly strong, but she had already perhaps pushed past the boundaries of propriety with her soon to be husband.&nbsp; Instead she merely smiled politely and nodded her arm hooking through his.&nbsp; Oh how very civilized of them! That thought made her smile grow slightly as the turned toward the door.<br><br>She could feel the weight of his ring on her finger and hand to fight the urge to lift her free hand and stare at it as they walked out of the study, their foot steps muted by the rich carpet underfoot.&nbsp; Instead she merely tried to twirl it with the surrounding fingers.&nbsp; Such a small piece of metal and rock and yet it meant ... possibly everything.&nbsp; Could he really mean what he said? <br><br>The west dining room was not far, or at least it was still in the same wing of the house unlike the formal dining room, and their time there passed quietly but not uncomfortably.&nbsp; Immediately upon entering the room she studied the spread laid out for their respite one delicate brow lofting.&nbsp; Everything seemed perfectly in order... a pity that as Kali rather enjoyed the game of trying to find fault with Ezribeth's work.&nbsp; The girl was rather annoyingly proficient at times.&nbsp; Ahh well, she had no doubt she would find SOMETHING with which to confront her maid before the day was over.&nbsp; It was just one of those kind of days.
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