Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)
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				Title: <strong>Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 17:47:38</strong>
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				Amaranth gave a small huff of annoyance as she dragged the old trunk down the attic steps. Her grandmother had passed away and it was time to clear out her house. Her mother and father were both off in another part of the world, and Amaranth had been sent to Ireland to deal with her grandmothers effects. It was annoying for her, really, to be honest. <br><br>Amber eyes narrowed as she finally got the trunk down, she had left it for last because of how heavy it was. It still needed to be gone through, and she had a lot ahead of her. With a small hum she opened the trunk and began pulling items out. Most of these were heirlooms, from very far back in her Grandmothers family. She dug out old Journals, trinkets and jewelry. She even found an old lace shawl that could be cleaned up with a little love and care. <br><br>With a sigh the young woman pushed back her hair again, growling at the red strands that seemed intent on flying everywhere. It was as she was fixing her hair that she saw the strange leather journal. Most of the others seemed rather nicely kept, but this one looked aged much older than any she had seen. Her hands dipped down into the trunk and she slowly withdrew the book. <br><br>Something thrummed through her, almost like a calling that sung in her blood. She nibbled her lip as she left the drunk behind and wandered to the kitchen where her glass of wine was waiting. She opened the cover and slowly started to read her ancestors journal, taking a few sips of wine as she did. "Huh... this poem seems strange..." She said as she ran her fingers over the lettering. <br><br>"We of the covenant of Storms<br>Of all things that grow as it warms" She murmured as the poem flowed from her lips, almost pulling from her. She finished and then flipped the page again, reading about the Ancestor who had apparently married a Lord of the Storms, that was a strange title for Ireland - but it seemed to get weirder as she read about the Shining Folk. "Huh, this Ancestor was drunk ... had to be. Liked her mead a little too much." She decided as she snapped the book closed, unaware of what she had started. <br><br>She walked over to the living room, crashing on the couch. It was as she laid down that the first fork of lightning ripped across the sky. "Huh... there was not supposed to be a storm today... strange... but then this place is pretty strange." Amaranth said as she grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 23:29:07</strong>
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				It had been many generations of humans, almost five hundred prime material plane years that her family had any contact with his own, and yet the Prince of the Storm Lords had come to realize that he was soon to take the throne and with that, he needed to have a Princess, so that she could rule by his side as Queen when the time came.&nbsp; It had been an understanding between their families, a pact made long ago, and yet unless there was a death on his side, her family was rarely contacted as his people, the Fae, tended to live for quite some time.&nbsp; The magic of their bonding, the way fate worked, it would always put the right things in place for their families to meet, for his bloodline to be summoned by their mate.&nbsp; To meet, connect, hopefully fall in love and continue to the bloodline.&nbsp; Sure, Fae for the most part tended to breed amongst their own kind, but his had made a blood pact long ago.&nbsp; The eldest son was to be married to Amaranth's Eldest Daughter when the time was right and the fates were aligned properly.&nbsp; His family sat with power over storms and summer, often bringing the heat, or the powerful lightning that would streak across the sky.&nbsp; Hot tempered, passionate, strong and vengeful, they were a bit different then your regular or average Fae.&nbsp; They were very different then the other Lords as well.&nbsp; The Fae from the Royal blood all had their seasons, their areas of influence and that of course influenced their personalities.<br><br>Laramon was no exception.&nbsp; He wasn't the largest, or the thickest Fae, but he was by far not the smallest or weakest.&nbsp; His power lied in his abilities, his powers and his strength of personality.&nbsp; It was unwise to upset one of the Storm born it was often said, and Laramon lived up to those expectations.&nbsp; He hadn't been counting on being called, nor did he insist upon it.&nbsp; He knew that his reign would come soon enough, but had no idea that he would be paired up with his mortal wife soon.&nbsp; It seemed she had stumbled across one of the ancient tomes, that spoke of his bloodline, the pact, of the “Shining Folk”.&nbsp; His kind often did shine a bit in their plane of existence, so it was a common thing to be called when they visited.&nbsp; His features were handsome, although they were a bit more feminine then the average human male, there was somehow still a sense of masculinity it seemed, perhaps showing through the way he held himself or the look in his eyes.&nbsp; His hair was a blonde white colour, like a streak of lightning across the sky and his eyes were a stormy grey, mixed with flecks of blue and fire red.&nbsp; His body was athletic, muscular but more ripped then bulky if anything.&nbsp; He always wore a sword on his hip, along with clothing that looked both regal and formal, but was loose fitting enough that he could engage in combat while wearing them.<br><br>Laramon had been on his way back from a chat with some of the priests, checking in on the wounded recovering from a war recently fought when he felt a pull.&nbsp; A storm had developed above the Kingdom despite the nice weather and the clear blue skies only a few minutes before.&nbsp; It seemed as if it was time.&nbsp; Time to visit the other side.&nbsp; Again, he had not been expecting it so soon, or perhaps ever.&nbsp; With their lifespan, the Fae hardly spoke of these things and never grew impatient when it came to waiting for certain events to happen, even though they knew there were fated to come and pass.&nbsp; Rain began to fall, cooling the hot summer air and lightning began to strike the ground.&nbsp; Laramon held still, knowing that the window to the other plane was being opened, a rare chance indeed for a Prince to see the other side as it was often forbidden for any of their kind to make their way there, but he knew why it was happening.&nbsp; He was to be mated to a woman with fiery red hair that had called him to her home and she would bear his children and rule by his side, it was as simple as that.&nbsp; Holding out his hand.&nbsp; A lightning bolt would strike out in front of him, grabbing hold of his hand, and like he was holding on strongly to a thick piece of rope, he would be brought up, into the sky and disappear into the clouds in a flash.<br><br>The planes were much more difficult to travel between then he had been told originally.&nbsp; When he arrived, he had nothing.&nbsp; No clothes, no belongings.&nbsp; He was naked in a small field by a small house.&nbsp; This place smelt like home, as if it were the mirror of his own home, just on a different plane.&nbsp; There was always something similar in the other planes of existence, something that helped connect the universe together.&nbsp; Standing there, the lightning would continue and the rain would poor down.&nbsp; Despite being the Lord of Storms, things worked differently here for the Fae.&nbsp; Their powers were a bit diminished unless they lived here and adapted for quite some time.&nbsp; He could feel the hum, the thrumming of the poem of the Covenant in the air, still drifting around after being read aloud.&nbsp; She was near and in that building.&nbsp; Walking along the open field, he would knock gently on the farmhouse door, standing there, stark naked.&nbsp; His elven looking ears were hid by his longer hair, but his eyes danced with something unseen in this world.&nbsp; Despite being a Fae, he wasn't shorter then her, but he couldn't be over six feet.&nbsp; He waited, not wanting to scare her, but somehow, he knew she might not appreciate a naked man at her front door.&nbsp; This would be a test, to see what kind of a woman his red haired bride to be was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 01:50:44</strong>
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				Amaranth folded her arms behind her head as she reclined on the couch. She was relaxing now, watching a movie (DVD), and wondering where this freak storm had come from. She hummed in the back of her throat as she reached for her glass and started to take a few drinks. It was rather weird, the way this world seemed to have changed in a single moment. There had been absolutely no mentions of a storm on the weather report this morning. Her nose wrinkled as she gave a heavy sigh and rolled off of the couch.<br><br>Then she heard it, a knock on the door. She stopped for a moment, grabbing her small gun as she headed for the door. Never could be too safe. She opened the door slowly, leaving the chain in place. Her amber eyes widened as she stared through the crack at a gorgeously built man, with hair the color of.... She could not even really tell in this lighting. B ut what shocked her was the state of his being, he was naked as the day a baby was born. She pushed the door closed and opened it. <br><br>"What are you doing out in this weather! You could catch your death. Come in."; She said as she opened the door and ran to get a towel to wrap him in. She was not sure if there was many clothes in the house that would fit him. Perhaps some of in the closets, but those would be quite old. She frowned as she brough the towel back, wondering if she had a robe somewhere. <br><br>"How did you get out here? What happened to your clothes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 08:51:24</strong>
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				Laramon, Lord of the Storms had arrived on the Prime Material Plane.&nbsp; Called to this woman's Farm House, when she opened the door, he knew it was her that had called him.&nbsp; Her red hair gave it away.&nbsp; She wasn't frightened either, opening her door to him, a stranger and it put a smile on his face.&nbsp; His words were gentle, understanding her language, having been taught it over many many years of his life when he was schooled.&nbsp; “Many thanks...”, he'd say, the lilt in his voice almost musical.&nbsp; It wasn't quite Irish, but it was close, as if it were some other long lost part of Ireland.&nbsp; As she returned with a towel to wrap him up, his eyes would stay on her as he put a hand out to make a point, “It's alright...calm down.&nbsp; I am unharmed.&nbsp; I'm alright....”, she seemed almost hysterical, which is not how he wanted her to be considering he was about to sit her down and tell her that she was to be bonded to him for the rest of her life and bear his children.<br><br>“I travelled through a gate that was opened by you.&nbsp; You have in your possession a book that allows such movement.&nbsp; Your family has been tied to mine since the beginning of time.&nbsp; You are the descendent and rightful woman to take the place by my side.&nbsp; You have read the words, summoning me here.&nbsp; And so I have come to claim you..”, he'd say as he stood there, still naked, until she wrapped the towel around him, not ashamed of his nudity.&nbsp; “....as for my clothes, they couldn't travel with me..”, he'd say softly as he had stepped more into the light.&nbsp; She'd be able to see his hair, the colour, his thinner, more angular features.&nbsp; A more feminine and frail looking man then perhaps a human, but a creature that could pass for one.&nbsp; Not to mention that his looks were deceiving considering the structure and defined look of the muscles of his body.&nbsp; A warrior perhaps?&nbsp; <br><br>“...I am Laramon the Storm Lord, and you are my bride...”, he'd say as he smiled warmly.&nbsp; There was energy in the room, electricity, as if it danced around him, between them, as if he was a big wooled sock being run around on a carpet, building up a static charge.&nbsp; “...please, do not be afraid”.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 21:04:57</strong>
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				Amaranth stopped dead in her tracks at the way he spoke, something tugging deep inside of her. She did not speak like an Irishwoman, but that was because she was an American with Irish family. She frowned for a moment as she stared at him, something seemed a bit strange. He spoke and she wondered if he had hit his head somehow. She wrapped the towel around him and stopped dead as he stepped into the light. <br><br>His words spun around in her head, but she was trapped by his looks. The feeling of static building in the air. The words rang true, but her brain did not want to believe them. Never in her life had she experienced anything supernatural. He said she was the one that brought him here, that her family was tied to his. <br><br>"You mean that dusty old journal of a crazy lady?" She blurted, confusion dancing in amber eyes. There was a bit of magic to her, but it was far far back. The human blood had diluted any Fae connections, and they were so distanced by blood that it would be almost comical. But he also spoke about claiming her, and she looked startled enough to step back and put her hand over the gun that was hidden in her waist band. "Sorry to dissapoint you, buddy... but I am not anyone's possession. I am my own person, and I do not know anything about a deal made.. but I am not your woman." She stated with a snapping anger in her voice. <br><br>Of course, this was how the women of her family were. She did not know that she was almost identical to the original Amaranth. The one who had originally made the pact. "Afraid? No... angry more like it.. You come jumping between dimensions and just expect me to somehow be willing to throw myself in your arms? To accept that what you say is the truth? Sorry Laramon, but you have got the wrong lady."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 05:54:29</strong>
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				Laramon wasn't quite sure why this was so hard to understand, but then again, he knew that times had changed since the last time their families had been married off to one another.&nbsp; Women were much more independent and strong and had ideas about what they were to be and what they were going to do with their lives.&nbsp; The power in the air would seem like natural tension, but it was a bit different then that.&nbsp; As her hand went to her gun, he noted that it was a weapon of some sort.&nbsp; His kind did have knowledge of this plane over the last few thousands of years, watchers and explorers being sent through to bring back information.&nbsp; She was a bit scared and a bit put off.&nbsp; Laramon could understand why a bit, but he had to wonder why she wasn't more curious or surprised?&nbsp; Shifting a bit, but so as not to seem threatening, he would give her a charming smile, “I have come to ask you nicely and only expect the same in return.&nbsp; Do I not seem as if I would be able to care for you?&nbsp; Am I not attractive to you?&nbsp; I understand our forms are a bit different, but I can assure you they are compatible for everything one could think of that comes along with marriage...”<br><br>Of course, as he was saying this, he would have removed the towel, revealing his body to her again, as if daring her to look at his body and tell him otherwise.&nbsp; His mind was searching for answers he could give her, things he could say or do that would put her at ease and help her understand that this was something that she could not get out of so easily.&nbsp; “Fate and a strong magical pact has us to be joined.&nbsp; To go against this would curse your family and any children born outside of our union...”, he would say with a bit of a somber smile, “...something that I don't wish upon you or anyone else.&nbsp; It wasn't my idea, nor was it something that I wished to have to do.&nbsp; Other of my kind, they have the freedom to marry those they please.&nbsp; It's easier, they are of my kind, already accustomed to the life of my people because they are.&nbsp; You however are not.&nbsp; But I can assure you, any offspring that we have will be healthy, strong and something that our kind would revere”.&nbsp; <br><br>Laramon's eyes searched her own, hoping to see something in them that showed that what he said wasn't a lie, something that said that after touching and reading those books, after being in his presence and feeling whatever it was between them, that what he said was true.&nbsp; “You are the next Amaranth to take the mantle as Lady to the Storm Lord....”, he'd say with another smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 06:05:33</strong>
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				Amaranth just stared at him like he was crazy, the entire time he spoke and waxed on about everything her ancestors had done. "How is it right, in anyway, for a bunch of dead people to decide what my life will be?" She stated as she took another step back, adverting her eyes as to not watch him revealing his naked form. She had gone this long without having sex, or really seeing a naked penis, should have been able to go a lot longer. But this man seemed to have other ideas. "Back off buster, I am not some prize to be won!" She stated as she jabbed her hand out. <br><br>Yes there was tension in the air, yes there had been a pact made long ago, and yes he was not here to fulfill it - but he had not bargained on a fiery young woman. The independance she held must have been much different than the Amaranth's before her. She was not some meek and comely bride, raised knowing and believing that she would someday be the possible bride of a Fae Lord. That was what he was, one of the Fae - the Fair Folk. Her eyes narrowed as she backed up again, effectively tripping over a boot she had left out. <br><br>She fell, sprawling on the ground, looking up at him from an angle she could have done without. "Look, I am sorry a bunch of dead people picked my future - but how do you know I will be happy with you?" She pointed out as she tried to crawl back a little and stand back up. "I mean I have plans for a future, college - and a career!" She stated as she wondered why she had imbibed in the fluids she had. She had steadily been drinking herself drunk all day, and now seemed the time that coordination flew out the window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 08:03:04</strong>
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				Laramon watched as she seemed to get more irate as time passed.&nbsp; “No need to get upset...we can take things slowly...there's no rush, for me anyways, but you called me just to be clear”, he'd say as he smiled warmly and handsomely at her.&nbsp; AS she backed up and toppled back over herself, tripping over the boot that had been out on the floor, he'd frown a bit.&nbsp; His hand would come out, offering it to her, to help her stand up since she was now trying to crawl back and stand up.&nbsp; She seemed pissed.&nbsp; Times had changed since his family had last been paired with hers, however the good news was, he was not a stranger to stronger women who seemed to be feisty and fiery.<br><br>“I know you will be happy with me because you're destined to be so.&nbsp; I can see it in your eyes, I can feel it in the air.&nbsp; I understand you have plans for a future, with school and a career.&nbsp; We can accommodate for that, however, your womb is needed to carry on my bloodline.&nbsp; If it's not you, then my family will die with me...”, he'd say with a softer tone.&nbsp; He wasn't trying to make her feel bad, but it was the truth and she had to understand that it this whole arrangement wasn't just about her.&nbsp; “Others of my kind often marry for love.&nbsp; My family has not had that luxury for quite some time...”, Laramon would mention, trying to sort of tell her that although he didn't like it either he was there because of the pact that bound him to be so.<br><br>“I will protect you, love you and serve you just as you me for the rest of your life.&nbsp; There are some that can't say that they have that with any of their relationships, ever.&nbsp; I know this isn't what you were thinking of when you decided to pick up that book and recite the words from it, but it's much better then what I've heard other books have done for other mortals...”, he had heard stories of humans being bound to demons and vice versa.&nbsp; At least she had summoned him there, to her realm, no bonding magic.&nbsp; No, things would have to happen naturally.&nbsp; “Come, you need to relax.&nbsp; Did you want to have a bath?&nbsp; I can wash your back and answer more of your questions...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 05:53:21</strong>
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				"I read a poem from a book... How was I supposed to know it would actually work." Amaranth said with a heavy huff. She gave him a funny look as he held his hand out to help her up. She took it and stood up, looking at him funny again as she pulled her gun from her waistband and dropped it off on a counter. Muttering as she walked deeper into the house. This was just way too weird, even if a small part of her really did not feel like it belonged. <br><br>Part of her knew he was right, that she would be happy with him. But she wanted the right to make her own choices, to have her own life. "Look... we will just see what happens."; She stated with a shrug as she wandered to the closet and pulled out one of the boxes of clothes she had put in there. "Try to find something you can wear, in here."; She said as she tried to wrap her head around everything.<br><br>She stopped suddenly as she looked over at him. He had asked her about a bath. She blinked a few times and then started to laugh. "Sorry... but... I just... I have never had that asked of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 07:26:36</strong>
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				Laramon felt bad for her.&nbsp; She was right in many ways and he didn't blame her for her reaction.&nbsp; No, he blamed the fact that somehow, somewhere along the line her kind stopped believing in magic and this kind of thing and therefore didn't take things like this seriously any more.&nbsp; Running a hand up through his hair, he would follow her with his eyes, having helped her up off the floor, he saw her take out her gun and place it on the table, as if to say she wasn't planning on using it any more.&nbsp; That was comforting, although he would have melted it had she decided she was going to use it.&nbsp; As he followed her along towards the closet she entered, he'd smile a bit as she said that they would have to “see what happens”.&nbsp; Did she actually believe him?&nbsp; Maybe.<br><br>Putting a box of clothes on the bed, he'd move over towards it when she said that he should go through it to find something to wear.&nbsp; Opening it up, he half expected bats or moths to fly up out of the box when he opened it.&nbsp; Looking inside, he spied a few pieces of clothing, but he'd just dump it out on her bed and start looking through it.&nbsp; Finding a few pieces he felt he might fit, perhaps closely fit anyways, he would lay them out before putting the rest back in the box.&nbsp; At least he had a full outfit.&nbsp; No socks or underwear, but a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.&nbsp; Looking at the clothing, it was nothing like what he would have worn at home.&nbsp; He'd put them on and then hand the box back to her before looking around the place as he heard her laugh and speak of never having that asked of her.<br><br>“Are you being serious?&nbsp; I'd be interested to know what kind of men you've dated before me..”, he'd say softly as he heard the storm raging overhead.&nbsp; “....the offer still stands.&nbsp; It's the least I can do for you considering you didn't shoot me, you've given me some clothes to wear and put a roof over my head..”, he'd say, his voice like silk as his looked over her own clothing.&nbsp; “Seems like it's time to sleep and getting out of those clothes is going to happen in the next few minutes anyways.&nbsp; I can see the days stress on your face...or maybe it's the stress because I'm here telling you I'm here to be your mate...and you my Queen.&nbsp; But again...we will take our time...”, he'd say, “...lead the way Amaranth”.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 03:16:56</strong>
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				Amaranth focused on something else while he dressed, pulling out some stuff to give him a place to bed down for the night. She would be damned if she shared a bed with him, because she never shared a bed with any man before. At least not any she was not related to. She had shared a bed with some cousins before, but that was different - they were family. She bit her lip as she turned around, her cheeks flushing with anger at his words. <br><br>"If you must know, things are different now. You go out to dinner, maybe a movie, maybe a show... if the man is lucky he gets invited back... but I have never really bothered with dating, I was just not taht interested." She said, throwing her head back and tossing the spared bedding on the couch. Thank the Gods the couch was long enough for his tall frame. <br><br>"I am sorry, but I take showers... and I do that alone. Being bare around another person is something deeply personal to me, and I am not comfortable with you in that way." Amaranth said as she chewed on her lip, shaking her head a litle. "I can show you where the bathroom is, and how it works if you wish to take one yourself. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 07:32:07</strong>
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				He felt ridiculous dressed in whatever it was she gave to him to put on, but he put it on anyways.&nbsp; The material was a bit coarse, but it would do.&nbsp; He didn't intend to spend the evening with her in her bed.&nbsp; He had more manners then that, but he also was hoping she was going to be more receptive to the idea of being Queen of a Faerie Kingdom.&nbsp; From his perspective this was a great honour, but of course, he knew how she was taking it, so he tried not to feel too bad about it.&nbsp; She would hopefully warm up to the idea in time, it would just, take a while.&nbsp; Or so he figured.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath in, he would let it out as his eyes searched her face as she spoke of taking a woman out to dinner and a movie.&nbsp; “I...I can do that...Although if these sorts of things cost money...it'll be a bit difficult I would think...”.<br><br>He looked at the couch she was giving him and knew that back home this was something a guard would sleep on, not royalty, but despite everything, he didn't say one negative word about it.&nbsp; No, h knew that she was already on her guard and on edge and he didn't need to aggravate her any further.&nbsp; The good thing was that whatever she was putting him on was going to be long enough for his body to fit on.&nbsp; Hand running up through his hair, he would listen to her explain showers and being bare around another person.&nbsp; His face would scrunch a bit as she spoke of such and his head would tilt, “You don't care for your own body?&nbsp; Are you not proud of it...?”, he'd ask.<br><br>She was to show him the bathroom and show him how the shower worked so he could take one if he liked.&nbsp; He was alright with that idea.&nbsp; Taking a few steps with her, his eyes inspected her house as they walked through it.&nbsp; “...are many of the women in this day and age prudes like yourself?&nbsp; I don't remember your family or the majority of yesteryears women being that way...”, of course he was saying this all matter of factly, not trying to upset her or offend her in any way.&nbsp; Arriving at the washroom, he'd stop at the door frame, looking in as she explained everything to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 07:55:01</strong>
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				Amaranth took a deep and calming breath as he spoke, it seemed he had no idea what kind of day and age he was in. She pressed her palm to her forehead, stopping in her explanations as she tried to calm herself. "You do not need to worry about money... There is plenty here, and I am sure that some of the things here actually belong to your family. Considering this house was originally a small cottage, and has just been built upon - it has been here for a long time, in one form or another."; She said as calmly as she could. <br><br>";Now... to continue.." She said as she reached in to show him how the knobs worked. "This is shampoo, that is body wash... I will find you a toothbrush and toothpaste..." She said as she stepped away, a little gladdened there was more than one rest room, and she would have the ability to shower on her own. <br><br>"For your information I am not a prude, I am rather happy with my body - as imperfect as it is - but I share my body only with those very special to me. You do not sit in that ranking yet, as you literally just exploded into my life... does not put you on the list of people who can see me naked, 'husband to be'l or not..." She stated as calmly as she could. She should shower and sleep, and when she woke up this would all be a dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 23:02:30</strong>
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				Laramon watched as she took a deep breath and calmed herself.&nbsp; Was this something her kind normally did?&nbsp; He had had very few dealings in his long life with humans, just little smatterings here and there, and really, they weren't anything to remember or rant and rave about.&nbsp; And it had all been in his land, not here, on the Prime Material Plane.&nbsp; Nodding at her mention of this place perhaps being partially his, or maybe even having things here, he thought a bit on it and decided that he would have to research a bit, try and figure out whether there was some validity to that statement.&nbsp; He hadn't looked at the texts in quite some time, but perhaps there would have been some clues in there?&nbsp; He didn't have them with him to read here, but maybe there were some clues in the texts that had remained here, the journals and such of her family.&nbsp; Apparently it had enough to have summoned him here, so maybe there was more that could be examined to get more clues and information on the whole thing.<br><br>Eyes looking up to the ceiling in thought and looking to her, they eventually drifted down as she showed him how the doorknobs worked.&nbsp; He was sure he could have figured that out on his own, but she seemed intent on helping him, so he was just going to let her.&nbsp; A bit of an odd look came over his face though as she mentioned shampoo and body wash, toothbrush and toothpaste.&nbsp; He knew what she meant by them, but they didn't look like that, nor were they in containers of those sorts back home.&nbsp; He didn't know, but there would be separation with their washrooms, leaving him to his own and her to her own, which was good for the both of them.&nbsp; She seemed pleased with herself, how she was presenting things and how he was nodding, picking them up and understanding.&nbsp; He was bright thankfully.<br><br>“Alright.&nbsp; I will take that back then.&nbsp; You are not a prude.&nbsp; But when you stop acting as if I have knives for hands, be sure to let you know.&nbsp; Washing someone's back is a gentle, non-sexual act where I'm from.&nbsp; It's more of a sign of respect.&nbsp; And nudity is not what it is here.&nbsp; It's a very common thing...”, she was calm now though, so he decided to stop.&nbsp; Looking to her, calming down a bit himself, “Thanks, for all of this...”, he'd say, gesturing towards the bathroom where he figured he might take a bath or a shower or whatever it was that was easier.&nbsp; He might as well get used to it.&nbsp; He didn't know how long he'd be there trying to convince her this was something she couldn't change any time soon.&nbsp; “I know this is all a lot to take in...but...keep in mind that it's the same for me, except I've come to your land, instead of you going to mine.&nbsp; Give me some time to learn this place just as I will give you time to know me...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 17:26:23</strong>
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				"Washing someones back may be that, but to me seeing me naked is something reserved for men I actually intend to fuck." Amaranth said as she stood and waited for him to be done. He said thank you, and she simply shrugged. Just like things were diferent in his world, in hers it was common place to show someone how to use the bathrooms. She waited till he seemed ready to settle into his shower, and then turned to leave for her own. <br><br>"I will be taking a shower, and then going to bed. In the morning we can figure things out." She said as she closed the door and left him to his devices. Her eyes closed as she released a long breath. She walked to the master bedroom, and used the shower there. <br><br>Amaranth found herself deep in thought during her own shower, confused by everything that had transpired. It was not his fault, truthfully, but she hated anyone telling her what to do with her life. She wanted to be a good host, but she was concerned about losing herself. So many women lost themselves when it came to marriage. <br><br>With her thoughts spinning she finished and toweled herself down. She dressed in some pajamas and went to make sure her guest was comfortable for the night. "If you need something, I will be in my room." She said as she stood in the doorway of the living room. "I am sorry I was so sour earlier... I just have reservations... We can talk more tomorrow... for now - I need to sleep."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 04:52:24</strong>
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				Laramon heard her, not really knowing the slang word she was using, but his head would turn a bit, having an idea, but he didn't know what the difference between having sex and “fucking” was.&nbsp; When he finished getting ready, he would watch as she shrugged and went to leave.&nbsp; “Just...before you go, what does “fuck” mean?&nbsp; It seems a bit different then what I think it means?”, he'd ask without a break on his face.&nbsp; And just like she realized that things were different between the two worlds, he made it even more apparent.&nbsp; He would listen to her description and then watch her walk off, obviously heading to her own shower.&nbsp; They were going to sort things out in the morning.&nbsp; He wasn't quite sure what that meant.&nbsp; Did she intend to tell him that the deal, the union of the two of them was off?&nbsp; If so, it would spell certain doom for his world and his people.&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing, he'd turn towards the shower and get it going, grabbing the towel and setting it out for himself, he'd get in, letting the water hit him.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, he smelled the chemicals in the water, that had been used to soften the water.&nbsp; Back home, he often bathed or showered in natural settings, pools and waterfalls.&nbsp; He'd run his hand up through his hair and continue thinking on everything.&nbsp; Could he even go home empty handed?&nbsp; Tell them that he had failed in what he was sent on this earth to do?&nbsp; Sure, it wasn't the moment in which he had expected to be transported, but it was none the less the instance in which she had summoned him, whether he liked it or not.&nbsp; It seemed he wasn't the only one thinking while he was in the shower.<br><br>Finding his way back to the couch after having finished his shower, he would slip onto the couch, towels still wrapped around him and he would pull the blanket up and over his body.&nbsp; His kind was often naked, but especially while sleeping.&nbsp; As she came into the room, seemingly to check on him, his eyes would look to her and he would notice a change in her demeanour, a look on her face that made him wonder what was going to come out of her mouth next.&nbsp; Nodding, Laramon would offer a soft smile, “It's alright Amaranth...I understand.&nbsp; Just don't think that you're the only one with reservations despite me being the one coming to you.&nbsp; I have had to live many years knowing that I was only to be joined with one and one person only and could never properly love or stray from that path.&nbsp; My life is much longer then yours.&nbsp; Just remember, we're in this together, it's not just about you having to make sacrifices...”, he'd say with another nod, “Sleep well...”, he'd say, closing his eyes and settling a bit on the couch with the pillow she offered him and the blanket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 23:42:31</strong>
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				Amaranth awoke the next morning, completely forgetting about her guest. She gathered herself up, sliding from bed and getting dressed. She trudged to the kitchen, and started the coffee to brew. She dug around in the fridge and started to fry up a rather large breakfast, completely famished for some reason. She knew there was something she should remember, but as of that moment it was hard to remember without coffee. <br><br>When the food was done, and the coffee was done she went to the breakfast knook and started to eat, then she remembered - rather suddenly about her guest. She got up from the table and rushed to the living room. Her mind was trying to explain it away, it did not really exist. It could not exist. Nothing from the night before could be real, there was absolutely now way. <br><br>Her ancestor was just crazy, her journal was crazy. There was no such thing as the Fae... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>28-08-2014, 04:38:56</strong>
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				Laramon did not sleep well at all.&nbsp; Used to his own bed back home, being in a strange land and of course having a luke warm welcome last night despite the fact that she called HIM, he tossed and turned on the couch, not really falling asleep until much later in the night and really the early morning.&nbsp; With her possibly passing by and then making noise in the kitchen he didn't rouse at all, since now that he was finally asleep his body intended for him to get all eight hours.&nbsp; Even with the smells of her cooking breakfast, although they were wonderful, he still didn't awaken. <br><br>And when she came to look in the living room where he was laying on the couch, mostly naked underneath the blanket that she had given him, his eyes were still closed, sleeping soundly.&nbsp; His breathing was steady.&nbsp; His features were clear as day, showing that he was not human by any means.&nbsp; What if they went out somewhere?&nbsp; He'd have to hide some of that considering his ears were a bit pointed and everything else.&nbsp; A soft smile was on his lips, with only her imagination to wonder about what he was dreaming about as he stretched a bit there on the couch while he slept.<br><br>The soaked clothing was still where she put it, which was most likely still in the washer, since she had thrown it in to wash it and then dry it late last night.&nbsp; Laramon looked harmless, or at least in this sleeping state.&nbsp; If she came into the room however, to get closer to him, he would awaken, his eyes flickering open to look at her.&nbsp; Laramon would also respond if she spoke directly to him, but until then, he continued to sleep, seemingly tired and worn out from the travel from one dimensional plane to the other and the fact that he hadn't gotten to sleep until very late in the early morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 01:37:38</strong>
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				Amaranth stood in the doorway, a heavily perplexed look on her face. She did not want to believe it, but here it was. An obvious non-logical creature in her living room. One that she remembered had claimed she had called him. "Oh mother Goddess..." She whispered as she rubbed her hand across her face. She approached him and gently reached out to wake him. <br><br>"Laramon... you need to wake up.." She said softly as she tried to focus herself. "I am going to get your clothes taken care of... but... I have some breakfast made, and we need to talk." She said as she held her cup of coffee between her hands now. She wrinkled her brows and shook her head just a little. It was real, it was all real. <br><br>Sweet Gods, what was she going to do?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>17-09-2014, 05:27:00</strong>
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				Laramon's eyes would slowly flutter open after feeling his arm be touched and his body gently shaken by someone.&nbsp; His eyes were a dangerously different colour then that of a human, showing just how different then her he really was.&nbsp; A soft smile would cross over his lips as she told him she had breakfast figured out and they needed to talk, nodding, “As you wish.&nbsp; Do you wish me to stay as I am, naked?&nbsp; Or do you have clothing I can wear in the mean time while you are looking after my other clothes?”.&nbsp; Starting to get up off the couch, not caring about his naked form being shown to her, he'd stop as he saw the look on her face.&nbsp; Nudity was something that her kind found to be offensive or crude.&nbsp; The Fae and certain clans of Elves found nudity to be beautiful.&nbsp; He would wait for her response.<br><br>“I'm sorry that there has been some confusion, that there are hard choices to make, but I can assure you, I am someone you can trust, someone you can spend the rest of your life with.&nbsp; I understand, from what it seems, it may take some time for me to prove that to you, but I intend to do so, because I cannot return to my realm without your hand in marriage.&nbsp; If I can't...I am to remain here until I have it.&nbsp; If you never take my hand, then I will have to live here forever...”, he'd say as he sat up a bit more and pulled the blanket around his body.&nbsp; He was feeling a bit hungry though, so food sounded good.&nbsp; He'd wrap the blanket, however large it may have been around his body, creating almost a toga.<br><br>Now he really looked a bit ridiculous, but he was now using her blanket as an article of clothing until she got him something else.&nbsp; He'd make his way towards the kitchen where the smell of food was overwhelming.&nbsp; Not that he was there to grade her on her cooking, he was interested to see the difference in a humans food in comparison to his own.&nbsp; His eyes would widen a bit at the sight of the food.&nbsp; Well it was certainly different!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 19:48:25</strong>
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				Amaranth had never had a situation like this before. Hell she had been in the process of going through her dead relatives affairs. But this was just over the top. Maybe it was a mental break down? That could be the only reason everything was like this. She bit her lip as she watched him sit at the food. She put her coffee cup down and vanished off to check on his clothing, and to dig him out a pair of clean clothes. It was just a pair of extra large sweats, but it was better than nothing. Better than the Toga he was wearing that was making her shiver on the inside. <br><br>"Here... somethign to wear for now... I am going to make some more food..." She said as she moved from the nook to the stove. She picked up her coffee cup again and tried to focus her brain. "You really are here... " She said finally , her eyesbrows knitted together in confusion as she stared at the pan. She needed to cook more food. There was no way what she made would be enough for both of them. <br><br>"I... am sorry... but I am not sure why I should be bound by what someone else promised... how is that fair?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 04:31:12</strong>
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				Laramon was trying to process just what he was going to do.&nbsp; As far as he knew no one from his family had failed to woo the females from her side, therefore he had never really heard of what happened when you failed, but from his understanding he wasn't able to go back home until she had agreed to the union.&nbsp; And it seemed Amaranth was having problems understanding just what all of this meant.&nbsp; She thought she was getting the short end of the stick.&nbsp; In reality they were in the same boat.&nbsp; Many of his brothers and friends were able to marry their own kind and yet many years ago his ancestors made a deal, a bargain, a pact with a human family on another plane of existence.<br><br>Grabbing the clothes that she offered, he'd strip again as she continued to make food, putting on the large sweats, throwing the blanket over the back of the nearby chair, he'd sit back down to food as he looked to her.&nbsp; She was a good woman, a good provider.&nbsp; Why was she single up until now?&nbsp; It had to be fate.&nbsp; There had been complications before, with the previous joinings due to previous relationships still being present at the time of meeting each other.&nbsp; In this case, they were both unattached.&nbsp; “I'm sorry it isn't “fair”.&nbsp; What do you want to discuss...?”, he'd ask as he began to eat the food.<br><br>Enjoying the taste, he'd analyze it a bit.&nbsp; It was different then his own back home.&nbsp; He would stretch his shoulders back, trying to relax despite this awkward situation.&nbsp; “We can come to a resolution about this I'm sure...a good one for the both of us...I promise...”, he'd say as he shovelled some food into his mouth.&nbsp; He was hungrier then he had initially thought.&nbsp; “Just...stop looking so...upset...this is, or was supposed to be a happy time...not, what we've made it...”.&nbsp; Taking a look down at the clothes that she had given him, it was far from the elegant clothing of his kind.&nbsp; Crude, heavy cloth that rubbed against his skin in an odd way.&nbsp; He wanted to take it off and just go nude, but he knew that would make it awkward again.&nbsp; His eyes looked to her and her clothing.&nbsp; It was nice and she looked good in it.&nbsp; He could be with her, she just had to agree.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 16:42:02</strong>
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				Amaranth released a heavy sigh as she listened to the lord speak. She enjoyed her Coffee, trying to figure out what she was going to do about this. "Look, I never really imagined getting married - to be honest." She admitted as she continued to drink her coffee. "But even when I did, as a litle girl, it was not something suddenly and out of the blue." She admitted as she took a seat in a chair across from him. <br><br>"I imagined a courtship, something that made me feel truly cherished and loved. Something that took time, romance... build up." She said as she tapped her fingers on the mug in her hands. "I want to care for my partner, not have my decisions made for me. I am a woman with her own mind, her own interests... and having them stripped away for the sake of someone else - whom I have no real connection with yet, is not what I had in mind." She said finally as she frowned. <br><br>"It is hard to want to go with you, I have a family - friends... work... everything I love is here. I know nothing of you and your world, or where I would even stand in it." She admitted as she set her mug down, watching him with guarded eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 06:40:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laramon watched her carefully as she spoke, nodding a bit as she decided to lay it all out for him.&nbsp; He understood that it was a lot and that it was difficult to wrap one's head around it, but he doing his best.&nbsp; It seemed she had her ideas about how things should be and that he was most likely destined to be here forever, or at least until she finally agreed.&nbsp; The problem with waiting until she finally agreed was that she may never do so, which meant the same thing as being here forever.&nbsp; Sighing gently he'd put his hand through his hair, trying to keep calm about the whole situation.&nbsp; “I'm sorry it's not exactly what you wanted, but...I'm willing to work with you, to compromise...”<br><br>She seemed guarded.&nbsp; It worried him that she would never come to love or consider him her partner.&nbsp; “Then perhaps I am destined to never return to my world...”, he'd say, bringing more of the food to his mouth, enjoying the taste, shifting in his chair a bit as his eyes stayed on her.&nbsp; Thinking about his predicament, his eyes would stay on her as he considered her words.&nbsp; Friends, family, work.&nbsp; She had things to look after here.&nbsp; But it wasn't like he wasn't in a similar predicament back home.<br><br>Eating more food from the plate in front of him, he was surprised at how tasty it was considering it was stuff he had never had before.&nbsp; Humans cuisine was definitely different.&nbsp; It looked as if he was going to have to become comfortable and alright with it if he was going to be staying as long as he thought he might be.&nbsp; “...that said I will stay here, and if you want, we will take the time that's needed.&nbsp; I don't believe in not trying to get somewhere with this opportunity.&nbsp; If I don't at least try, I'll have failed in my own eyes as well as my family.&nbsp; Will you at least agree to that?”, he'd say gently, the look in his eyes hopeful that she would at least work with him to try this romance thing out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>10-11-2014, 20:28:42</strong>
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				Amaranth shook her head a little, still not exactly pleased with the turn of events. She did not want him trapped here, which it sounded like that would be the result if she did not accept him. "We will see what happenes. For now all we can do is talk and get to know each other, as well as get you some things you need." Amaranth said this as she went to get herself another cup of coffee. The entire time her mind was running wild as she wondered what she was supposed to do. <br><br>"I want to give you a chance, for whatever strange reason there is. I cannot promise I will love you, but I can promise I will do my best to give you a chance. But in return you have to give me a chance to settle my things here, if I do decide to come with you." She said finally as she stirred some sugar into her drink. She took a deep sip and then watched him as she lowered her mug. <br><br>"All I can do right now is try to be a good host."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>12-11-2014, 00:37:53</strong>
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				Laramon was secretly pleased by her response.&nbsp; She was offering a chance to make things right, to give this thing between them a chance when really, she could tell him to leave and never come back again.&nbsp; Of course he would never be able to go back home to his own dimension, he'd have to find some way to make a living here in hers.&nbsp; “I promise I will do my best to try and be as accommodating and understanding as possible.&nbsp; I don't want to snuff our chances at being in a relationship before it even starts.&nbsp; Let us be on our way when it's possible.&nbsp; I'd like to spend more time with you...”, Laramon would say as he finished his food and offered up his plate.&nbsp; “Where would you like me to put this?”, he'd say as he stood slowly, his eyes on her.<br><br>“And I understand, sometimes love takes time.&nbsp; It's been written that the first joining of our families was love at first sight.&nbsp; It seems that isn't always the case, but maybe there is something special between us that's meant to be found and explored.&nbsp; So please, don't hold back and I'll be sure to do the same and not hold back if I feel something..”, he'd say as he looked at her mug that she was drinking from, taking a sip of his with his other free hand, “And being a good host you are.&nbsp; So far you're doing a wonderful job”.<br><br>“Do you have any questions to ask or anything to tell me before we make our preparations to leave to go wherever it is you're wanting to go?”.&nbsp; He could see that she was wondering about a few things and he would do his best to answer her without scaring her.&nbsp; His eyes looked over her form.&nbsp; He had to wonder whether female humans were anatomically the same as his kind, inside and out, or whether he'd have to worry about anything when it came to interacting with her, sexual or otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 18:34:18</strong>
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				"Well for one we need to go to town and get you better clothes." Amaranth said as she gave the Fae Lord a quick look up and down. "Can you use ... something to tone down your appearance." She said calmly as she set her empty mug down. She knew she had some nice nest eggs in place, and dealing with him around would not be hard. "I do a lot of work, between charities and my small holistic medical business. But I am on vacation because of the family member death. "<br><br>She walked towards the door, and stopped to dig through a closet. Frowning as she could not seem to find any shoes that would fit him. "I am going to give you a pair of socks, and we are going to pretend I found you half drowned during the rainstorm. No idea where your clothes could be..." She said lightly. Sh ehad to make up a story like that, or the people of the town would get much to suspicious. "I know your kind are incapable of lying, so let me do it for you."<br><br>She grabbed her purse and tossed him the socks, eying him for a moment. "Shoes first, then the rest of your clothes. Then we can get lunch." Already thinking about food, well at least she had a healthy appetite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 22:02:04</strong>
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				Laramon looked at himself and then back to Amaranth as she mentioned using something to tone down his appearance.&nbsp; He was hoping he could find something.&nbsp; A lot of changing how he looked would involve cutting his hair or wearing certain clothes.&nbsp; He'd look at himself in the nearest mirror or shiny surface to get a good look at himself.&nbsp; He could use his powers to alter his look as well, but his powers sometimes had adverse effects on this plane so he wanted to keep their use to a minimum.&nbsp; Nodding, he'd give her a gentle smile, “I'm sure I can come up with something to seem a bit less inconspicious..”, he'd say simply as he caught the pair of socks that she threw at him. <br><br>He unballed them and looked at them.&nbsp; They were interesting and hopefully they'd keep his feet warm as it seemed that's what they were for.&nbsp; He'd slowly put them on, listening to her continue on about how they were going to look after his clothing problems, laying it all out and planning it step by step.&nbsp; He had to give a bit of a chuckle when she mentioned going for lunch.&nbsp; And she was right, he was incapable of telling a lie,&nbsp; except in very certain circumstances, but they didn't apply to the current situation, so if someone asked him where he was from, he'd most likely tell them and they'd call the cops to have him locked up for being off his rocker.<br><br>“Sounds good to me...”, he'd say, finishing putting his sock on.&nbsp; He'd glance up to her and he'd wonder how things would go from here.&nbsp; They could either really get to know each other, enjoy each others company and fall in love as they were supposed to, or things could go horribly wrong and he could be stuck here until he died.&nbsp; He was kind of secretly hoping that things would work out for the best instead of imploding as they had so far.&nbsp; He was ready to head out with her, standing and waiting for her to direct him out of her place towards her horse, or chariot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 19:43:17</strong>
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				Amaranth gave a soft sigh as she walked from the front door. She waited till he was out and then locked the door. She walked to the car and motioned for him to get in. She started the vehicle and waited a little for it to warm up. "Look, I am going to try. Your want to make things work is helping. You are giving me the time I need. " She said softly as she stared at the wheel her hands clenched.&nbsp; Her eyes closing as she felt a small spark of something unfurl in her chest. <br><br>"Sometimes, the most powerful love is that which is fought for. " She murmured. It was an old saying in the family. Several times they had women vanish, apparently. Which madde it obvious that there had been something going on. Now Amaranth knew what that was. She knew that people had been vanishing because of this deal with the Fae. <br><br>"Wehen we get into Town, just try to not interact with others too much yet. The people in town will have to get used to seeing you." She said in a low voice. Though that old Granny in torn might recognize what he was instantly. She was a strange one, that she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 23:28:40</strong>
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				Laramon went through the front door as she gestured to it, hoping that she wasn't just kicking him out and was actually going to follow behind him once he walked through the door.&nbsp; When he was on the other side of the frame he heard her steps behind him, so he continued to take a few steps, down from the porch, stopping to watch where she was going.&nbsp; Gesturing to her metal chariot he nodded and got inside, slipping into the seat next to her. It didn't take too much to figure out what it was or how to get in.&nbsp; He was kind of excited to see how the chariot moved when there were no horses to pull it.<br><br>She turned the car on and he jumped, just a little bit before peering at the dashboard as it lit up and the engine purred.&nbsp; Looking to her as she began to explain things, that his want to make things work, giving her the time and space she needed put a smile on his face.&nbsp; He had only hoped it was easier, but he had come to understand that perhaps in this day and age it was not an easy thing to do.&nbsp; Thinking about how times must have changed since the contract was originally drawn up, he felt the need to make a mental note, to bring this issue up if he ever got back home so that the same mistake didn't keep getting made the next few generations.<br><br>“No problem, I'll be on my best behaviour...just give me a bit of direction if I look lost and we'll be fine out in public....”, sure there were a few things that frightened him and technology was something that he hadn't quite wrapped his head around yet, but it was getting there.&nbsp; “I could always buy a hat to hide my ears...”, he'd say, giving her a soft and friendly smile.&nbsp; His ears were a bit pointed, but for now his longer hair had shielded most peoples casual glances towards him away from them finding out he was not human.&nbsp; They'd figure it out and fix it.<br><br>His hand, strong and warm came to pat hers on the shifter for a moment, “Thank you for understanding.&nbsp; You don't know how much this means to me that you are taking a chance to get to know me, to understand all of this.&nbsp; Half the time I don't understand it and I grew up knowing, so I can only imagine what it must be like for you!”, he'd simply say with a smile as he watched the passing road, on their way somewhere he had no idea about.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>25-12-2014, 18:13:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amaranth was quiet as she sat and thought for a moment. They had a long drive to town, but she was glad he was adjusting. "The Fae often used Glamour to hide their otherworldly features, I think because your kind has been here before - the area may be used to it." She mused as she pulled from the driveway and started down the long winding road to town. "as a result, I think that a slight glamour to dampen the really otherwordly aspects, can be used."<br><br>"I do not feel it would be fair to make you cut your hair, or do anything else. Honestly, strange eyes&nbsp; can be explained with contacts, pointy ears can be the sign of someone who likes to dress up in costume... and the hair being long - well just say you are a throwback to a bygone age... and give a heavy sigh when you do..." Amaranth said with a barking laugh, her eyes dancing with mirth as she began wondering on how she was going to help him adjust. <br><br>"But if someone truly recognizes you and what you are, don't worry about hiding. There is a weird old woman in town, she is what they consider their herbwife and she probably has a gift or two. I know she has always seen right through me whenever i visited here as a kid." She mused as her lip quirked, her head turned a little as she looked at his hand on hers. She focused on the road again and noddd her head. "If anything we braid your hair, and help you dress nice..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 06:32:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening to Amaranth, he'd smile, nodding a bit at her mention of using glamour.&nbsp; He could use a bit of illusory magic to help conceal some of his features.&nbsp; It was only a few gentle words under his breath and a small gesture and he had concealed in the very least his ears.&nbsp; The rest was how it was before, hair long, eyes a fairly piercing character.&nbsp; <br><br>“I appreciate you not wanting to change me too much...I promise I'll be the same way with you if you end up coming with me to my land...”, His eyes would look to her face, his hand still on hers as she drove along.&nbsp; He was at ease, apparently they'd be fine in town, there was already magic about the air, which made sense since their kind had been coming through the fabric of their dimension for quite some time, especially his family.<br><br>As they arrived in town, he took in the sights.&nbsp; Their buildings were not as ornate, the engineering and architecture very different then his own.&nbsp; He smiled as they drove by people and they looked at the car passing by.&nbsp; It was a small, quiet, quaint little town.&nbsp; His warm thumb would run along the back of her hand since it was on top of hers.&nbsp; It was done absent mindedly.&nbsp; “I was already dressed nicely, just not nicely for here.&nbsp; And yes, if you're decent at braiding, however it's usually something that's only done between lovers...”, he'd add as he leaned back in the car seat, relaxing a bit till they got to their destination and the car stopped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 19:58:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe people should have the freedom to be who you are, without fear of others trying to change it." Amaranth said as she gave a small smile. Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she drove through the town, turning into alot and parking. She found herself frowning though, at his mention of braiding. He mentioned it was between lovers, where he was from. Her nose crinkled for a moment as she looked over at him. "I was offering it in a friendly way, I'm not comfortable leading you on like that. So you'll have to braid your own hair." She said lightly as she climbed out of the car and looked out at the town. <br><br>"Simple clothes, not something fancy like what you have. It will be easier to adjust here, if you do not have to worry about getting mugged because you have nice things." She remarked as she locked the car and pocketed the keys. She motioned over her shoulder that he should follow, and her first stop was a shop where they could find him a pair of boots or shoes more suitable for this realm. THe shopkeep seemed to jump up happily as soon as they entered. <br><br>"How may I help you!" The tiny man chirruped, there was a strange cast about him - that spoke of otherworld heritage a few generations back, some form of brownie most likely. <br><br>"We would like some shoes for him, good running shoes or nice boots." She commented as she looked back at the Fae that was surely close behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 23:24:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he entered the shop, he immediately was aware of the small man running the place.&nbsp; It seemed she was right about her assumption, although he wouldn't have any idea of her thoughts on the matter, but he immediately knew.&nbsp; And when the tiny man saw Laramon, his eyes became large and he looked back to Amaranth.&nbsp; “Of course of course...I've been expecting this for quite some time.&nbsp; I never thought I'd see the union again, but it makes sense, it's around that time..”, he'd say, taking a glance at his watch like that was going to tell him how many years it had been.&nbsp; He took only a glance at Laramon's legs and feet and came back out with two boxes.&nbsp; “These are probably of a comfortable and yet inconspicuous style that you're most likely looking for.&nbsp; You shouldn't have any problem fitting into them.&nbsp; I'm good at eyeballing people's feet if you believe it or not...”, the old man said with a bit of a snicker.<br><br>Laramon nodded gently and smiled warmly.&nbsp; It was nice to see that there really were some of his kind on this side, helping with the transition and the union.&nbsp; Apparently this union was so important that many different kind of fae left their own on this side to help facilitate the joining.&nbsp; It made it all the more important he try he hardest to have Amaranth come to be alright with the idea of being joined to him.&nbsp; He had nodded in agreeance at him braiding his own hair.&nbsp; He didn't really care to as he knew it was probably something humans didn't do.&nbsp; She could braid his hair later, when she felt comfortable enough for something like that.<br><br>Opening up the boxes, he took the boots and shoes out, trying them on.&nbsp; They were exactly what he needed and they did fit his feet perfectly.&nbsp; If only every shop would be like this, but he knew he was going to have to be more careful around some of the other shop owners as they were most likely human and not other types of fae.&nbsp; Laramon would smile at the shopkeeper.&nbsp; “What is your name sir?”, he'd ask.&nbsp; “Brownling, Chase Brownling your highness.&nbsp; I wish you the very best of luck while you are here on this side.&nbsp; The joining has become less frequent and I fear that war will be upon us if the union is not finalized soon...”, he said with fear in his eyes.&nbsp; Putting a hand up, he would softly comfort the old man, “You needn't worry.&nbsp; Amaranth and I have some time yet to get to know each other and make things official.&nbsp; Fear not..”, Laramon would say.<br><br>“No need to pay Sir, please, they're on me.&nbsp; Please, stop by any time...”, the Brownie would simply say before Laramon would nod and grab the boxes, heading outside with the boxes under his arm, looking to Amaranth, “Where to next?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>15-02-2015, 22:54:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amaranth watched in confusion as the little shopkeep she had seen many times before seemed to take on a new life as he attended to Laramon. Pretty obvious that the shopkeep had some Fae, at this rate. She watched as the transaction took place, and listened intently to the conversation they had. Her eyebrows raised in confusion as she arched her brow and then shook her head a little. Well that was a tad confusing, but she didn't have to pay which was actually not that big of a deal. It meant Laramon didn't feel like he owed her anything. <br><br>They left the little shop and stepped into the street. But something still hung in the young woman's mind. "War?" She questioned as they stood on the sidwalk. A breeze passed by, and she pushed back a stray hair that got in her face. "What was he talking about, and don't turn the conversation somewhere else." She stated in a low voice. She was a bit unnerved that there was a possible war, especially since their apparent union was riding on her ability to be with him. <br><br>This put a strange pressure on her, as part of her realized that there was more at stake than just her own freedom. She wasn't usually someone that was into self-sacrifice, but this was something that was much bigger than her now. "What is going on."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>18-02-2015, 00:12:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laramon exited the shop with her, box under arm and he began walking along the sidewalk, underneath the awnings of all of the other shops.&nbsp; He would do his best to be fairly soft about it, but he smiled and his tone was matter of factly as she asked him about “the war” or “a war”.&nbsp; She seemed a bit perplexed and worried.&nbsp; He did his best to deflate that.&nbsp; “Yes, a war.&nbsp; It's one that threatens to rip apart both of our worlds.&nbsp; You didn't think that our joining was just so that elves could say that they conquered a humans bed do you?”, he'd say as he offered his arm to her.&nbsp; “I didn't bring it up because things are supposed to be real, true to us.&nbsp; He speaks of a prophecy and that the joining of our families has created some of the greatest heroes of our time.&nbsp; It seems that some of your ancestors were not successful in their joining with my family.&nbsp; The pact has not been held consistently for a long time.&nbsp; This has created problems”. <br><br>Continuing to walk alongside her, he would glance over at her, eyes taking her in as they made their way along, “I don't wish to put any burdens on you.&nbsp; You are free to do as you wish.&nbsp; And so were your mothers before you and so will your children and grandchildren after you.&nbsp; This may not be the last chance.&nbsp; It might be a generation or two after you, but at some point, if our families are not joined on a consistent basis, there will be consequences that will be detrimental to these realities.&nbsp; The darkness seeks to take over our plane of existence as well as yours”.<br><br>Patting her arm then, he stopped to look at her, “But, you're worrying too much.&nbsp; We have time, I wasn't lieing to the man in the shop.&nbsp; So, take the time you need to see if this will be a fitting relationship, a joining that will please you and we'll go from there...”, Laramon would say before turning and walking along with her once more.&nbsp; “Where to now?&nbsp; A particular shop for..clothing I guess next?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 23:51:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amaranth listened to him speak, her eyes following him as they walked. He was quiet, to make sure people didn't overhear, but he explained everything rather slowly and detailed as possible. She found her mind spinning, as she stopped walking and stared up at the sky. "I guess I can see how it works. My family has a lot of branches, which means that the children made from a union would not actually be related to those that someday they might have to marry. Since if I am correct... your realm runs different than our own." She commented as she watched him. <br><br>He mentioned the next shop and she motioned to it. "Just basic clothes, trousers and shirts... that sort of thing. Undergarments if you want them... socks... Not much, but something." She commented as she pushed open the door and stepped in. Sizing him up for a moment and wondering if she could figure out what size he was. She started to flip through things on the rack, humming a little under her breath to try to focus and calm herself. <br><br>"If you see something you like, please let me know. I want to make sure you are comfortable here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 04:04:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laramon listened to her speak as they walked down the sidewalk, nodding as they made their way to the next shop, slipping in, he gave a polite smile to the shopkeep and held the door open for her.&nbsp; Waiting until she was inside, he would then let the door go and he'd turn towards her.&nbsp; “I need your input, so why don't you tell me what it is I should be looking for when it comes to clothing.&nbsp; Maybe there is a certain style?&nbsp; Or should I ask the person working here?”.&nbsp; Of course he was saying all of this very hush hush as he didn't want to make it sound like he didn't know what he was doing in front of the person in the store.&nbsp; <br><br>His thoughts kept going back to the last place he was at.&nbsp; Maybe he'd have some luck in the rest of the town.&nbsp; He knew that many magical creatures still existed in this realm, choosing to live here in hiding rather then be other places.&nbsp; Some liked this realm and the life it held for them.&nbsp; “I don't feel the need for undergarments.&nbsp; Do you wear any?”, he'd ask her as he turned his head to look back at her after surveying the shop.&nbsp; The woman behind the counter slipped over with a smile and asked them if they were alright.<br><br>“I will make sure I am comfortable, you needn't worry about that.&nbsp; What you need to make sure of is that I'll fit in around here...”, he'd say to her before turning to the saleslady, “I'm from out of town...”, he'd say before walking ahead of the two and using his hands to look through the different outfits on the hangers.&nbsp; He hoped that she was keeping her head on straight after finding out that there was more riding on this union then just her own rights and freedoms as a woman.&nbsp; His ears would listen to see if she had a conversation with the woman in the shop.&nbsp; She was human, not something else in disguise, he could tell, but she might be the nosey type.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>09-03-2015, 01:48:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's pretty simple, just wear what you like. If other people thinks it looks stupid... fuck 'em." Amaranth said as she shrugged her shoulders and folded her arms under her chest. She was calm, contemplative almost, as she watched him going through hangers. "Just take a couple different sizes, find what works best for you. There is a changing room over there..." She commented as she motioned to the changing room that was off to the side of the shop. <br><br>She walked around the racks, inding a few nicer things - in an attempt to get him a bit of a dressy outfit. Sometimes those were needed, and better safe than sorry she always said. It would be hard if someone wanted to go out and do something fancy, and Laramon had nothing. "You'll do fine, honestly, there are some people that have no fashion sense at all - like myself - and they do fine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 09:23:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laramon's face looked a bit perplexed by her expression, although he knew that “fuck” was an expletive, he was a bit fuzzy in how it was being used.&nbsp; Nodding a bit, an unsure look on his face, he would start going through the clothing, like she suggested, pulling out a few items here and there.&nbsp; They were a bit mix matched, but he would be able to make a few decent outfits.&nbsp; “Alright...”, was his response to her words about how she had no fashion sense and still managed to do well.&nbsp; He had an armful of clothing draped over his arm and was headed over to the changing rooms as he signalled to Amaranth that he was going to be there.&nbsp; “Some of these clothes look like they go on a bit differently then some of the ones I'm used to.&nbsp; Can you help me....or maybe help me after I get out of the change room I guess...?”<br><br>About a 100 feet away were the change rooms, slipping into one of the vacant ones, he spent a few minutes taking off the current clothing he was wearing and trying out a few items here and there.&nbsp; He quickly figured out what his “size” was and went from there, putting on a nice button up shirt and a pair of slacks before opening the door to the little room he was in, he looked down at himself, and then up to her, hoping she was close by so he could get her opinion.&nbsp; “What do you think?”, he'd say as he looked at himself in the mirror.&nbsp; He still looked a little out of place, mostly because of just his overall looks, but with the clothing he was blending in much better, especially since it actually fit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 04:10:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll help you if you really need it." Amaranth said as she relaxed in a chair near the changing rooms. She pulled out her phone and began fidgeting, a hum in her throat as she waited patiently. THere was much to think about, and quite frankly she hadn't hit the freak out she would probably hit. She knew that things were going to get heavier as she went, and she felt like she was already losing what little control she still had over herself. <br><br>A deep breath left her as she looked up when he came out. "That looks wonderful." She said as she gave him a smile. "I think you'll do fine, given how things are going. I am glad you are being patient with me, because I have to admit I am a bit of a control freak and not controlling my life like this is kind of causing me a bit of chaos in my mind." She said finally as she stood up. "Make sure everything else works, alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 23:03:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laramon nodded as Amaranth spoke to him.&nbsp; He understood what she was saying, how she was feeling a bit out of touch with the whole situation, that she didn't have control and that upset her some.&nbsp; “You are not alone in your feelings.&nbsp; I know it seems as if I'm coming here to make things difficult and complicated for you, but if there had been another option I would not have come.&nbsp; I didn't travel here because I felt like it was a good idea or because it was something I wanted to do.&nbsp; It was something I was destined to do...”, he said as he looked down at the clothing, straightened himself out a bit and then went back into the changeroom as she told him to make sure everything else worked.<br><br>One by one, he came out wearing a few different outfits, mix and matching the tops and bottoms.&nbsp; It seemed he had some sort of fashion sense with colours.&nbsp; The fabrics, were a bit of a challenge, and he certainly went for more of the flashy instead of the muted played down things he could have chosen, but if that was his personality and how he felt comfortable, it probably better to let him be comfortable with the clothing that he was going to have to wear to fit in since he couldn't very well wear what he normally would.&nbsp; Finally he came out in a very handsome, semi-formal outfit and everything else was over his arm.<br><br>Going to the cash register, he asked the clerk to put what he had been wearing before in the bag with the rest of the stuff.&nbsp; And as the different pieces and outfits got rung up, he'd glance over to Amaranth.&nbsp; She was going to pay right?&nbsp; He didn't exactly have tender that they would take here, so it was probably best if she did.&nbsp; “Thank you...”, he'd say very gently, feeling a bit sheepish that she had to buy his new clothing for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storms and Flowers(Sweet and Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 02:50:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amaranth was quiet as she watched him, each time he came out she learned more and more about him. He definitely had a rather interesting fashion sense, and he enjoyed the more flashier fabrics. He probably preferred the feeling of softer things, denim was probably not a commodity in the Fae realm. She waited for him to finish, and he came out in a semi-formal outfit. "Have plans for that suit?" She teased as she walked over to the register with him. <br><br>Everything was rung up and than she pulled out her card, handing it to the cashier. "Charge it." She said simply as the woman ran the card. "You going to be interested in lunch sometime soon?" She asked as she looked him over for a moment. "You sure you dont want to wear something more durable? That's pretty fancy pants." She said with a twinkle in her eyes. as she walked over towards the street corner. <br><br>She stopped to stare at the sky, her mind still trying to process the change in her life. The way everything was slipping out of her control. She wanted to go, she did, but also a part of her wanted it to be completely her choice. Not something forced by destiny.
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