Magical Affections
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				Title: <strong>Magical Affections</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 06:58:36</strong>
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				It was a Saturday night, and the Archmage Sarah Ravenwood, Supreme Sorceress of the Western Shores of Minos and Seventh Seat on the National Circle of Archmages, was all dressed up with nowhere to go.&nbsp; Sitting on a comfortable chair in front of her dresser, the raven-haired sorceress ran her green eyes over the mirror before her and sighed.&nbsp; It seemed he was running late again...&nbsp; Typical.&nbsp; Why was he always late for their date nights whenever it was her turn?&nbsp; He always turned up right on time any night it was his turn to choose the magical challenges, even though she always did her best to dress up extra-special on her nights...<br><br>Standing up, the sorceress began to pace around the room, stopping every now and then before one of the extra mirrors she had set up in her room and adjusting her ensemble.&nbsp; She'd chosen something simple to wear for their evening of fun this time, a little black dress that she was hoping would catch his eye, and to go with it she had a few pieces of enchanted jewelry, mostly objects that were keyed to the various wards that protected her inner sanctum from outside magical influences.&nbsp; She had already tuned her wards to allow his magical frequency through, and of course his were similarly tuned to accept her so that they could continue their weekly contests, but that didn't mean that the little silver trinkets couldn't help bring an outfit together.&nbsp; A few bracelets, a pair of earrings, an anklet, a ring...&nbsp; They went especially well with those boots he had said he'd wanted to see her in last time, so she was making an effort to present a pleasing image to him this time.<br><br>That, combined with her particular choice for this week's competition, left her with a distinct hope that maybe that night would be the night she occasionally fantasized about...&nbsp; And yet he was running late!<br><br>For Sarah, it had all started a few months ago.&nbsp; The yearly meeting of the National Circle of Archmages was an annual event that only the greatest magic-users in the land were invited to.&nbsp; As the Seventh Seat in the Circle, she was, naturally, one of those magic-users, and while the topics of conversation had mostly been about current events and the latest magical theories on transmutation and the golden elixir, she had managed to stumble across another powerful mage there whom she found herself getting along with.&nbsp; They had spent a lot of time together during the gathering, and when it was over and they went back to their respective towers, they wound up staying in touch with one another.<br><br>Their conversations started out innocently enough, of course.&nbsp; Comparing notes, passing along tips, figuring out fun little magical tricks...&nbsp; But, somewhere along the way, they had started to clash a little, and eventually one heated discussion had ended with the words 'Prove it'.<br><br>The displays of magical might that followed had been so exciting, so fun, and so useful for staying in practice that they had eventually made a regular thing of them, and ever since, their relationship had been even better than before.&nbsp; They got more and more comfortable around one another, and now, tonight, she was going to suggest something that, a few months ago, she wouldn't have trusted him enough to want to try...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magical Affections</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 16:27:47</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien Hallowind was a young man, in his mid twenties. But even at such a young age, he held enough magical power that he could likely have been seated upon the National Circle of Archmages. He had even been approached about such, but such discussions were met with outright refusal. While Damien was all for collaboration with the Guild, it didn't mean he was going to allow himself to be bogged down by them. He was young, and fully intended to use his power for his own designs... which generally were at the price of anyone who needed his help. Of course, thats assuming they could pay his fee.<br><br>&nbsp;A couple months ago, there had been the yearly meeting of the Circle, and those of note had to show up. Honestly, he had almost blown it off. The last few he had gone to was little more than men who were only days away from full senility talking about balance in the world, as well as things of magic, most which seemed little more than rumor, or arguing over the appropriate matter to handle a certain problem in magical transmutation. <br><br>&nbsp;Yeah... great fun.<br><br>&nbsp;But a silver lining had come in the form of a woman he had met. It had been a simple bumping into each other to begin the interactions, yet something between them seemed to click. And before he fully knew what he was about, he found himself escorting her around the meeting, conversing with her as if she were a long lost friend. And with the way they clicked, it seemed exactly that way. So of course when the meeting was over, they traded information, so as to keep in touch.<br><br>&nbsp;It was through this that they kept talking, often about little things. Trading spells, giving some tips or ideas on things they'd researched, or even bouncing ideas off one another. All in all, they had grown to be quite good friends. But there were times that even the best of friends would clash. And while they had squabbled a few times, during one particularly fierce argument, words had been flung of 'Prove it'. What followed was a rather intense, blood heating bout of magic. It had been fun matching himself against her... more fun than he'd had in a long time. And somehow, they had turned it into a little competition.<br><br>&nbsp;And today, Saturday, one of their date nights, it was her turn for their little competition. Which of course meant that he was late. He always was. It wasn't even purely that it was accidental, but more intentional tardiness. Honestly, because of how on-time he was for his nights, he didn't want to show himself too eager for her nights. He knew she tended to doll herself up a bit more on these nights, something he rather enjoyed. <br><br>&nbsp;And a good ten minutes after the appointed time, he'd be sitting on a couch in his tower, staring at the huge mirror that dominated the wall in front of him. With a slight gesture, it would ripple, before sliding to reflect what her mirror was seeing on her end. And he couldn't help but give a slight grin at watching her pacing back and forth. His eyes would take the time to admire her outfit as she paced, without seeming aware that he was there now. And he made no attempt to make her aware, taking this time to just enjoy the movements of her lush form.<br><br>&nbsp;Damien himself was a rather good looking guy, only partially aided with magic. Short, darkly spiked hair dominated his head, match by the darkness of his eyes. Handsome features that seemed to alight with any smile or grin that graced his soft lips. His body was lean, and toned, kept in good shape despite his magical prowess. After all, all the magic in the world wasn't worth having if your body couldn't handle their use.<br><br>&nbsp;But after a few moments of watching her pace, he'd suddenly cough loud enough for her to hear.<br><br>&nbsp;"As much as I like watching that bottom of yours swaying, your going to wear a groove in your floor with how much your pacing."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magical Affections</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 02:29:26</strong>
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				Turning around at the sound of another person's voice, Sarah found herself fighting down the urge to blush at Damien's words, instead glaring back at him for several moments before finally allowing her gaze to soften.&nbsp; With a sigh, she began walking back to her seat, shaking her head at the man's attitude.&nbsp; Just Damien being Damien.&nbsp; No point in getting all worked up over the way he was acting, not when they were running late as it was, already.&nbsp; Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't give him a little bit of trouble over it...<br><br>"Well, maybe if a certain somebody could manage to be on time, for once, I wouldn't have to start pacing like that."&nbsp; She responded, crossing her legs, and doing her best to sound mildly-annoyed.&nbsp; By this point she was pretty used to it, though...&nbsp; "I'd almost think you were doing it on purpose for some reason, though the only reason I can think of is the reason why I never change clothes in front of this mirror in the first place."<br><br>Plus, she liked to think that if he ever really wanted to see her naked, he'd have the guts to just ask her directly, instead of trying to peek in on her.&nbsp; Though, now that she thought about it, it wasn't like she never tried looking in on him from time to time.&nbsp; She hadn't seen anything yet, though.<br><br>"So, what's your excuse this time, if you don't mind my asking?"&nbsp; She went on to question, though this time there was more of an undercurrent of curiosity to her voice.&nbsp; "Any new projects, or have you hit some sort of setback?"<br><br>Catching up on their respective day's works was always a pleasant experience.&nbsp; For her, at least, it helped her to feel like an active participant in his life, and since he lived on the other side of the country from her, it was also usually a good way to stay up on current events.&nbsp; Like that wildfire she had heard about just last week, or the really big storm that passed through a few months ago...&nbsp; She rarely left her own tower, and divinations could only take in news from a limited distance from her tower, certainly nowhere beyond the borders of the region she lived in, so finding out about news from abroad faster than anybody else was always fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magical Affections</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 09:53:33</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Damien would give a slight curl of his lips. He sat comfortably upon his couch, and unlike her, he was dressed rather comfortably. A simple, flowing white shirt that was slightly open at the neck, comfortably pants, and a pair of boots. All in all, he really didn't look like he'd be all that much of a wizard. Then again, looks could indeed be deceiving.<br><br>&nbsp;"Some little amateur mage tried to summon a succubus for some 'fun'... it got loose, and somehow caused a rebellion against the leadership of the country. Needless to say that was a pain in the ass. The local Magistrate was murdered, with no leads... and there was a small monsoon on the coast. But other than that, been a rather boring couple weeks. And anything happening on your end?"<br><br>&nbsp;Honestly, Damien couldn't ultimately fault the wizard for summoning the succubus. Afterall, every male mage, at some point, had considered doing the same thing. More often than not, desire was put into action, whether it should have been or not. Often ending in some form of disaster. Death in most cases, though this little uprising wasn't unheard of.<br><br>&nbsp;But now was really not a time to be dwelling on such things. Especially with the beautiful woman in the mirror in front of him, desiring his focus.<br>
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