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September, 2019 :: Spring

Senan Connell

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  1. I think a lite brite just walked passed my room.

    1. Maxine Williams

      Maxine Williams

      I know what happened. The Sturt Team is somewhat ... shinning bright like a diamond

    2. Senan Connell

      Senan Connell

      That was a pretty awful pun there, Max. I suppose it's a good thing I never joined the team.

    3. Maxine Williams

      Maxine Williams

      I'll make it up to you. There's brighter things though. 

  2. Open Blooming Wonders

    Senan Connell
    The young teen had just been in the midst of reaching into his pocket while investigating the plant further. He knew that if he had been tender with it he could use a well-maintained pocket knife to extract the sac away from its origins it would not only provide the bit he needed but also would (hopefully) handle the situation of disposal over time. A dangerous assumption but something that could benefit the environment far more by offering a deepened enhancement to the soil and the surrounding foilage. At least, he would've if the the sound of footsteps approaching didn't halt that reactio, instead drawing on another part of him entirely. His brow furrowing into a defined frown while a hand skirted along the edge of his belt to grab hold of his wand. Sliding the object from the 'sheathe' it'd be nestled in and raising his arm up into a straighthened extension. The tip of the wand pointed towards Kairi as a brandished warning, expecting someone else entirely or maybe something else. Senan huffed when taking note of the other Male's features which gave the obvious connotations of being a student around the school. "You may want to be careful sneaking up on people." The tone of his voice eased out smoothly yet held the inflection of a stern distance, a sense of obvious mistrust - An obvious accent of an Irishman lingering around his words.. Ironically, he'd been more than aware that he couldn't and probably shouldn't be in the habit of tossing up a threat towards every individual hobbling around him. A thought that prompted his arm to lower and settle the wand by his side and against the extended fabric of his own coat: A gothic trenchcoat that seemed to have somewhat of a 'steam-punk' design towards it in style. Senan now had a far bigger issue which had been that someone did stumble over the peculiar plant, to his dismay. "Someone that enjoys their games and manipulations far more than any sane individual should." Intentionally vague enough to avoid giving any form of details and he'd hoped just enough to satisfy whatever curiousity drummed up in the other young teen. "And apparently one that enjoys sending their messages in places they shouldn't be. . ." He added while his gaze shifted back towards the plant. His posturing showing that the otherwordly existence of being where it had been was the 'message' in question. Finding it 'safe' enough, his hand pressed the wand back into the small loop that had one contained it on the edge of his belt. The last thing he needed had been someone heading towards the Headmaster or the Head of Sturt and saying he'd been threatening a student. He'd been far beyond that kind of attitude and action compared to the vast majority of what seemed to make up Sturt House. "It's called 'Spiros Bell'. It certainy doesn't and shouldn't belong here in this place. . ." His hand reaching into his pocket as he previously meant to do in order to pull out a pocket knife. An errant shift of his thumb along the edge of the button to extend the blade from its self-designed sheathe. "But it also makes potent potions and salves, nurtures wounds in somewhat stronger fashion than most Magical plants." He scoffed lightly. Maxine had been making it -soft-, he'd never volunter such information easily. Often opting to stay quiet and yet here he'd been being far more conversational than he cared to be.
  3. Open Blooming Wonders

    Senan Connell
    Senan wished he could've been surprised this would happen, that everything wouldn't be so easily predictable in a certain way. Not that he could've known what would occur specifically but knowing that something could and most likely would had been as good as it in his mind. A somewhat small book held by his right arm which seemed to be bandaged and bound tightly with an errant finger carefully placed between a collection of pages and against the inner portion of the spine. The young man's silver-white eyes, however, had been directed elsewhere. Only a few meters away from him had been a massive plant with an otherworldly presence and illumination. The center of it wide opened forming a sac where it would seem some form of translucent, several leaves spawn from the edges of it drooping and hanging over in a hapless manner. Touching against the ground and tenderly bending along the surface of the grass. It even seemed to hold a low radiant hum, as if it were a living presence even unlike most magical plants found across the known and perhaps unknown parts of the world. Ordinarily one wouldn't pay too much attention to weird occurrences when it came to the magical world and its various tricks and sudden upheavals. This had been something entirely different and Senan had been well aware of it, that the plant that stared him in the face (So to speak) didn't belong in the realm of humans. No, it was one of the many unique blooms from one of the Fae realms. "Hrmph. . . Even here I can't even get a moment rest?" An expression of irritation warped into an obvious nature. This had only been one of the many badges of 'proof' that his Mother had wanted to share with him. First his own Home with Maxine and now the place where they were supposed to feel the most 'protected'. That had been on top of the fact that he -now- had a situation on his hand. He needed to dispose of the interloping plant, it didn't belong. It -shouldn't- be here, not with how invasive the plants of the Fae realm could get or what it could signify and mean if far more worse thought they could just plop some form of 'entryway' between there and here. Senan also couldn't pass up this particular plant, the nectar that pooled within the sac in abundance held useful properties with healing only being one of the many uses for it if he could synthesis something for it with what they held at the school. "She's just giggling with amusement while trying to make her point." He snorted and raised his bandaged arm up as if it were supposed to be the symbolic proof. That she could wound him, break him, and offer the means to patch it all up. At her whim and that he had merely been only there to take it and play the marionette, his mother was truly a 'Monster' in the terms of his people.
  4. Great. . . Now I have to re-do and empower the wards all over again.

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    2. Maxine Williams

      Maxine Williams

      It's alright Laurie, don't worry about it. Everything is fine.

    3. Laurie Kempf

      Laurie Kempf

      That's not how this works, don't bullshit me.

    4. Senan Connell

      Senan Connell

      @Maxine WilliamsHopefully it involves the use of the charm you placed on the necklace. I believe that could act as well designed deterrent. 

  5. If anyone sees a wisp of pure light, do not chase it. 

    This is my only 'nice' warning.

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    2. Laurie Kempf

      Laurie Kempf

      Oooooooo, pretty pretty shiny shiny.

    3. Senan Connell

      Senan Connell

      @Maxine Williams Of course, I can't let anything happen to you.

      @Laurie Kempf That is your choice. Consequences of it are on your shoulder.

    4. Laurie Kempf
  6. And somehow I stepped into a mess that doesn't even involve me. . .

    And my cheeks hurt.

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    2. Senan Connell

      Senan Connell

      I'm alright. On some level. . . 

      I'll tell you about it over dinner.

    3. Maxine Williams

      Maxine Williams

      Stay safe. 

    4. Senan Connell

      Senan Connell

      At the command of my Queen, so shall it be.

  7. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    The soft surface of her lips pressed against his own, a gentle sigh exhausted passed his nostrils and his eyes closed while he allowed his mind to drown within the moment of contentment that had been offered to him by her. That same willing gentleness, the feeling of mutual connection that they'd share just moments ago had been amazing but the kiss she'd given him had taken the current moment a notch higher as it fueled a sense of affectionate adrenaline through his body. It caused his heart to beat quickly, feeling that intentional heat that fueled from such a simple touch, from her hand that caressed his cheek while their lips continued to meet in a slowly built momentum. 'The One', it hadn't been a concept or thought he'd ever entertained and that time he wouldn't have known that Maxine had been that person, that he could've missed such a chance because of the distance he often kept people at. Her effect on him hadn't died down, not since the first time that his body had caught hint of the way she made him feel. It'd known before he mentally knew, that subconscious awareness. After this, he knew, it was going to be nearly impossible to keep his hands off of her in all the right ways. "Funny, that's the way I would describe it too." His eyes trailed towards hers to stare into them. "It's that knowledge of knowing everything will turn out alright." Even if, in that moment, things looked as if they would go down a darker or harmful path he knew that they would've found a way to deal with it. Some things only worked when individuals were of like mind and he felt that had been the case with himself and Max even with their differences. Feeling her lips once more against his own pushed a sense of being desired through just that touch alone again. "We can stay as long as you like, I don't think there's anything pressing that we need to do." Between the oil, their bodies, and the heat that she pulled from inside of him - there'd been quite the warmth. There'd never been a moment in his life that he could recount that such a torrent of positive emotions flowed and flooded through him, it all felt good and the want for it to keep up is one of the reasons that fire kept stoked within. A course of air passed through his nostrils and his eyes closed softly as her forehead pressed against his. "I know you won't, I have faith in you. That and your sheer dedication and stubbornness." Had there been anyone -more- stubborn than his Maxine? Probably not. Though he also had no intention of letting her walk-away so easily without fighting for her, nor had he planned to allow himself to walk away or be taken away without a fierce fight. "Mmm, I didn't think you would just leave me." He offered her a wide smile, over time, it had become a far more genuine one within her presence. Others? It'd seem plastic, trained, though she held a power over him that no other could claim. "Don't think I would let you have all of the good lines though, Max. I would drag you back from anywhere even if I need burn the entire world to find you. . ." Perhaps a far darker approach towards things but Senan had been no angel by anyone's true definition of the word for a human. If she hadn't know the extent of his love and desire to keep her for himself before he'd been sure the young woman knew of it now. "Happy Birthday, Max. I plan to give you many more great ones."
  8. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    Arms wrapped around her waist, pulling the young woman closer and against himself while his fingers traced lovingly along the horizontal life of her waist, crossing over her navel in a gentle course. This hadn't been his first encounter with someone when it came to sex in general, it'd been the first time he could say it was legitimately intimacy. His body felt raw and hot, pleased and enjoyed, spent and yet still eerily energetic as if he could go for more. It had all been connected and stemmed from the woman that sat upon his lap while the two of them waded within the oil. A tender kiss was placed along the edge of her collarbone while his silvery-grey eyes lifted up and looked towards her face. "To see you happy about that prospect . . . It does something unique inside of me. Sparks my own happiness and contentment that I'd been able to meet you. Even if we did give one another a hard time at the start of it." The way things had unraveled and expedited between the two of them, even with the danger that lingered in the air. None of it could be considered a regret for him, the only thing he could actively regret had been that he hadn't considered her place in his life until far later than it happened. Yet, would the two of them have been so in love with one another if it had taken any other place? Their embarrassment and frustrations, it tempered and fueled them towards subconsciously seeking one another, pushing away quick and immediate satisfaction for one another's presence even with the lingering feelings and emotions of desire and potentially lust. "We can stay here, just like this, Max. There's nothing else that needs to be done or observed it's all concluded." His hands started to slide and rest on her thighs, the tip of his nails drag in a gentle trace in what could be made out as the Celtic 'Tree of Life', the symbol of the gift that she'd given. A symbol that meant far more to him now than it did back home. Senan chuckled lightly with a smile that stretched across his face in admiration of the red-haired woman that sat upon him. "You're a secret romantic, aren't you? I guess I can't speak much on that, I've less urge to want to move and more of an urge to just stay with you, like this." His eyes met hers once more and then he leaned in to press his lips softly against hers, letting the giddy feeling that vaulted through his chest and the shivering heat of desire flow along his spine before pulling away in a slow ease. Their lips barely inches apart and his eye contact with her never breaking after the fact. "You've all of me, Max. I'll never stray and never allow someone to take me away from you." Not even his own mother.
  9. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    Words spoken by him from an opened heart, Senan couldn't imagine being anything less in the presence of Max and what she continued to off him as a person. In their relationship where she placed herself as much of a support as she did a shield, even when he didn't ask of her to do so. Her stubborn care is what drew him to her arms and her opened heart and generosity had been what kept him there as well, an individual whom had no peer in his sight when it came to the affections she pulled from him. With the two of them now laid bare before one another, her arms stretched around his neck and his own snaked around her waist into a close pull, there'd only been one thing left to do that would seal their 'Fae Inspired' covenant towards one another. The heat of his body burned with an intensity for her and the thoughts that flooded his mind, they nearly broke towards the point of giving themselves over to one another and yet. . . It hadn't occurred. The time simply wasn't right, wasn't truly precious enough for the woman that he planned to be fiercely loyal towards. Yet, now, when it called for it - that 'moment' seemed to be perfect and in line with what the very beat of his heart desired. Part of him had hoped she did as well while the remainder had an inkling that she not only wanted it but had found her own resolve and presence of mind to go through with it. While it wouldn't be his first time, it'd be his first time with -her-, with love actively being involved in the equation. It'd been a thought that struck him to the very core and one that urged the fiery passion within his chest to roar forward, lips pressing against hers firmly and without abandonment. As he started to take her into his arms, diving only slightly lower into the pooling surface of the oil. . . Fade to Black - Obvious reasons, right? The ceremony had been finished. . . But that hadn't been the interesting bit of information. As his arms wrapped around Maxine, holding her closely while the pool of mostly Oil surrounded them up to their shoulders. His finger tips traced along the form of his hand while his lips kissed the nook of his jaw in a tender and feathery touch. Senan's tone of voice shifted to a low and intimate whisper, a near chuckle of happiness laced through it. "And it is complete. . . We are, effectively, one now."
  10. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    If he kept getting entranced by the young woman's smile he knew they would somehow manage to stand in the vat of oil the entire time. Eyes lowered slightly to catch glimpse of that gentle curve of lips that etched on her face. She'd been like a reflection of his heart, the smile that beamed screamed everything about her personality in his mind. Bright, optimistic, the kind of smile that would set a day on track properly - at least it would and always had set his day on the proper pace since their feeling had been known, not only to themselves but to one another. It injected the atmosphere with less anticipation for him, knowing that such an expression had been easy for her to form was a great sign in his mind. "Me. . .?" The fact she would even consider him as someone amazing had been baffling. While he agreed the young man had several talents he didn't think any of them warranted being labeled such a thing, yet, here she'd been parroting his own words. A soft chuckle exuded from him, perhaps even a light tint of red at the realization of how important he'd been to her. "Becoming poetic on me now, Max? I had no idea that had been one of your passions and talents." He shouldn't have put it passed the red-head to have such a soul, however. She seemed the type that could whip out a poetic phrase and not even realize it, not even consider it truly the sort. If only she could've actually heard herself from his view, how smooth and soothing she sounded. Senan's head lowered slightly to make it far easier for Max while she poured the oil along the dark brown locks of his hair. The substance caused the strands of hair to gain a heaviness to them as they drooped and clung to the forehead and edges of his face. A soft sigh escaped passed his lips while the warmth of the oil slid across his entire form, seeping into the fabric of the clothing as it took it in almost as if it were instinct or specifically designed to respond when a certain action had been followed through. His eyes closed gently and the aroma of that pooled from the oil swept through his nostrils, the bass of his heart thumped rapidly to the point he could imagine the very sound of it pulsating in his very ears. When the stream that fell from Max's hands ended his head lifted up slowly, posture relaxing and yet still staying graceful - trained. A course of air passed between his lips as he watched the red-head reach her hand out. He felt the presence of her hand brush against the outside of the dampened fabric that clung to him and as a response his own hand reached out, sliding along the area where the robe-like attire clung to Maxine's own body. His heart that had already been rapidly racing kicked up even faster, its effect reached to the very pit of his abdomen where the feeling of thousands of butterflies trapped inside fluttered about nonsensically. Slowly he'd start to remove the article of clothing from her, a gentle and intimate motion of sliding it away as if he were in no hurry to remove her clothing. "You can't take all the good ones, Max. . . You've to leave some for me." The smile on his face grew faintly, tone of voice softened into almost an unspoken whisper that only the two of them could perceive. "Maxine. . . You'll never be forgotten by or treated as less than you truly are. You're a priceless gem, -My- priceless gem. I'll do and give anything to you if only you just ask it of me to do." Once both of their ceremonial garb had been stripped away they floated within the pool of oil. "You're my Queen, my equal in every way and the person who. . . Balances me out entirely." After speaking he couldn't help the urge that built within his chest, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a soft gentle touch.
  11. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    A Celebration of Life, or at least, the celebration of attempting to solidify a constant individual within that life. It'd been the idea of intention that drove him, when it came down to it; What Senan wanted out of what the two of them had started build with one another had been something that would be lasting. To -show- that he wanted it to last beyond just living those days with one another, sure, he could've done that only and proved it everyday which he'd already told himself that he would. Symbolism, however, was something often very strongly driven in those of the Fae as was the intention with Nature itself with its numerous bouts of balance and the systematic way it had all worked off one another. The Fair people stood as much as guardians as symbols for their purpose in the revolving doors that had been life itself, after all. Senan's lips curved into a wide smile, uncharacteristically so, just from hearing her give a confirmation that she'd been willing to go through with it. His head nodded with visible ease and a hint of excitement that he would perhaps be far more shocked that he showed if he ever saw it done in a mirror. "It is my choice -- Our choice. That's what makes it doubly important. It wouldn't hold much meaning if it had only been one sided." In the category of birthday gifts, it wasn't conventional, not by a long shot. It also wasn't something specifically intended only for her which probably made it far more along the lines of a bad gift in the eyes of other people. To him, however, it made perfect and utter sense with how things escalated between the two of them and even how close they came to doing many things and discover other things that had been designed by the necklace. Which, oddly enough, he hadn't been wearing - it made him feel far more naked without it around his neck even with the short time that he had with the trinket. Yet, he refused to allow it the benefit to ruin another moment for the two of them. The oil held a warmth to it, not too hot, but enough to make am impression against the skin as if it were a soothing embrace. "Hearing you say that with such confidence is. . . You're amazing." His words formed in the usual straightforward manner that he held. "You don't need to make that promise. That you feel you do, however, means more to me than I could even manage to actually describe." His hands slowly wrap around her waist and a smile stretches from the corners of his mouth. "And I'll be your shadow when you need me to be, sometimes protection can always come the form of a light, you know." Which had been ironic for him to say, being a Half-Fae aligned towards the concept of Light itself, that he found the shadows far more comforting and a means to offer a shield to the woman that he had all to himself. "Well now. . ." His hands dipped into the water and pressed together, shaping of a cup-like form. Some of the oil pooled in and he lifted his hand up. "We pour some oil over one another's head, slowly and steadily. It's supposed to represent the closeness of washing one another." After the brief explanation his hands tipped over the tip of her head, the oil pouring gingerly from the tips of his fingers as if it were a spout, cascading over the red-locks of her hair. The unique magical properties of the oil made it so that even if it had connected in her eyes it'd be as if it were water, no amount of stinging or obscurity of the vision itself. Crafted and honed towards the quality assurance of such rituals. His hand then lowered to rest at his side. "After we do this we. . . Disrobe. While doing that we essentially say, er, a sort of vow. What we plan to offer one another before the embrace." This had been the awkward part of things, he knew what she'd stated. The process of it all, however, had been quite intimate by the standards of Humans. Fae often not following the similar societal stigma's that were held in the Human societies. "And from there we. . . Give over to one another."
  12. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    A smooth nod flowed from him as it seemed that Max understood the meaning that had been offered up to explain. The ritual held various implications, yet, the most prominent of it all had been the importance of two individuals connecting beyond the binds of social class in that moment. Albeit, after the ceremony social implications often played a larger key point as it settled the understanding that the two individuals would most likely be coming together to build further scions from their union. "For Fae, 'The end' isn't a viable escape from their devotions and oaths." A brief snicker passed by his lips, the same didn't exactly hold true for the two of them. However, that had been a small part of anything in a world naturally ephemeral even with the races that bypass longevities grasps. "So, for us, it would hold far more meaning. At least, that's how I'm viewing it." It was something that may not be known until it occurs. He couldn't help the way that he saw the young woman, she'd always been someone eye catching even when he hadn't been interested in her that way. Now, however, he noticed her as a ship noticed a lighthouse in the blackness of night. She'd been vibrant and shaped in a way that drew his eyes to trail and trace with a simple gaze, enough that he had started to bite at his lower lip. The imagination that had been roaring in his mind the last few weeks since their 'Almost' situation came back around once more and had been like a dragon of pure thought and creation. Reminding him of her bare form that he could only classify as true perfection to him. "Yes. . . Two become one. . ." That feeling within his chest pumped and throttled in a heated pulse. It'd been difficult for him not to see that they were more than just parallel's. Despite the fact that they'd already told one another their intention of staying around, being faced with it in a far more ritualistic manner that would accentuate it further drew a nervousness within himself. It'd been a practice he never thought to entertain, a practice that he had originally never wanted to do with any individual for the sake of staying at an arms length. Yet, this Red-Haired Heroine had managed to break through every expectation he held for himself and changed them in the wake of her blurring chaos. She'd been a world changer, his world changer, and each second he stood within her presence the more sure of the steps they were taking he became. Anxiety and nervous twirled together within his breast, unsure of what her answer would've been. The way she looked into his eyes started to ease it gradually while her words knocked a bigger chunk through the laborious feelings. "I wouldn't have went through all this if I didn't want to do it either." His arms snaked around her waist while the gap between the two of them had been closed tightly from the embrace. The tip of his fingers slid against the soft skin of her forearms until their hands met once more, clasped together firmly. "I'm nervous too, I've never done. . . Something this committing. Not of my own will and that's what makes this so extremely liberating. That is my choice to want to go through with it on my end." A soft smirk touched his lips as he started to lead the both of them deeper into the basin. The pooling oil pressed against the dangled strips of fabric that hung from his attire and pushed it up lightly instead of weighing down upon it due to the unique desire of the clothing compared to Human based clothing. "It is somewhat like that though, Maxine. I suppose I hadn't considered it before until I started to explain it to you but even so. . . I want to do this." This hadn't been for anyone else except for the two of them, he found that the greatest present he could give to his Girlfriend, the woman that he fell in love with so quickly had been to offer himself entirely. "You've already been my light, you know."
  13. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    He stood there, letting her take in the scene that had been crafted. It'd been something meant to be taken with awe, admiration, not for the intention of bragging but to fill the moment in understanding that it'd been special and ceremonial. Far more special than ceremony in his particular case, yet, skipping everything that concluded and combined to create the ritual needed to be included and emphasized. Step-by-step, things would need to be expound upon and the mere thought of its conclusive meaning drew a heat to his cheeks that he'd never before felt. It only seemed to intensify when her light-blue eyes settled on him, offering that piercing gaze that he'd been so fond of staring into. Senan wasn't sure if it had been the 'right time', it felt like the right time. It didn't feel as if he'd been driven by the sheer passion of blind desire, his wants and reasons were clear and free of the clouded obscurity that often came with teenage hormones and emotions colliding together. "In a sense. . . How do I explain it." There had been numerous connotations to the ritual - there'd been no true gender based 'Hierarchy' amongst his Mother's court. Anyone had been equal, provided that they held the means to exert such equality. Some did exist that preferred to be in the backgrounds, that held a better comfort behind the scenes. "Remember when I told you it is one of the ways to be 'Submissive'? It is a mutual connection - To be a firm and dominant rock or submissive and bending with one another. Like two rulers or leaders that hold the reigns together." That had been when his teeth bit at his lower lip. "Not. . .Unlike the societal view on. . . Marriage." His gaze narrowed, that had been the closest correlation in his mind and thought of it caused his face to light a blaze that it contrasted with the purple-like hue that resonated in the room. He trusted her, more than he trusted any individual and that had been pure fact in his opinion. She hadn't just earned it, she showed that she was worth such unhindered trust. A soft chuckle escaped from him, a smile touched his lips gently. Even if she couldn't see her at the moment he'd been oddly happy that she'd been fine with him seeing her change, her brought bare. "If we're going to go through with it, it will end up coming off anyways. The idea is that we're not really supposed to see one another until that moment. Not that way, anyways." Obviously, they broke that particular 'formality'. It wasn't necessary but he found that it had been a way to enhance the moment between the two of them, especially, since they hadn't yet crossed that far more intimate line that often occurred when two individuals had been stripped to the bare. Once her hand touched his he slowly turned away, silvery-gray eyes scanned her from shoulders and downwards. "Stunning. . ." The tips of his fingers brushed against Maxine's exposed skin from the newly worn attire and a smile creased along his lips, eyes staring at her fondly. "Yes, connects - binds. Two hearts, two bodies, two lives - becoming intertwined -One." The more he talked about it, the more obvious in his mind of how it -really- sounded. The intention had solidly been the same as the idea of marriage and the Fae had their own unique process of it due to predating Human society. "The oil is supposed to represent a kind of rebirth or renewal. Go in two, come out one but. . . In typically in the Oil they gain more intimate to seal the pact, as it were." Senan's gaze lowered in embarrassment though he slowly started to guide her towards the edge of the oil basin that sat and took up most of the center of the room. "It's a way of showing the act of being submissive and in control all in one, to show love and tenderness. Though many Fae see it as a means to gain power in this moment it would be what it had always been meant to represent." His hands grasped hers tightly and he fully turned, the edges of his heels touched just off the edge of the heightened ledge. "If you don't want to go through with it given the connotations I. . . Understand. The more I talk of it, the more I describe It, I know. . . Now, exactly what the meaning is."
  14. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    At first he waited, assuming that the young woman had heard him at least until the time passed and her attention hadn't been quite pulled as he'd hoped it would've. Perhaps he should've tried yelling louder? No, it needed to be something that she walked in one, he couldn't go and get her doing so would've ruined the surprised based on the clothing that he donned on. This time did, however, give him the small bit of a frame to double check that everything that had been in perfect and accurate order towards the intention of this gift that he offered her; hope welled inside of him that she'd find it an overwhelming gesture. There had been no better time than her birthday, a time where in most countries and communities where 'Seventeen' had been an important leap towards adulthood. Just when he had decided that he waited long enough for Maxine to notice him the door swung opened and halted his movement to ascend the staircase. Each step taken by her reached his ears while the weight of her steps caused the durable wood to creek until she'd stopped only to be met with a smile of fondness etched on his face. Watching her almost trip he nearly reached out to try and catch her before she'd take the pummel of pain down the steps but it seemed that she caught herself just in the nick of time. Senan's posture straightened and arms held firmly at his side waiting for her to take in the effort that had been placed into the design and the different aspects that made up the temporarily presence of their basement. Reaching one of his hands out, he grasped hers to fully guide her down the final steps and further into the full exposure of the room. "Your present. In the time of my Mother's people, Romance and the like tends to be binding for some - mostly the higher Sidhe unless they held a fondness for mortal connections. This, my dearest, Maxine - Is our Ceremony." That was when he started to lead her further towards a table that had a similar attire as his own in fabric and design yet clearly stitched and made to fit the form of a slender female. "The light that fills the room represents that what happens between the two in the room is always opened, always shown. There is no shadow, no secrets. The individual that you choose to be the most opened with. At least, that's what the 'traditional' intention is meant as, it is barely followed these days." Of the many traditions that the Fae followed things that held the significance of the heart rarely ever had been held in high honor. "It is said that no trust had been greater amongst the Fae than between King Oberon and his Lady, Queen Titania of the Fairies. Their ever connecting understanding of their roles and one another had been a resolved legend of mutuality in handling ones 'Kingdom' or personal domain." His hands released hers and he picked up the clothing and settled them in her arms then turned away gently. "Usually, you're already dressed in the garb. So, I'll keep my eyes off of you until then." He had planned to describe her every point of the ritual, bit by bit, the intention and meaning behind it all. "The bright color of the regalia is meant to show a sense of 'Natural Purity'. Meaning that as much as they're of themselves, they're of nature as well. Not unlike a Bride in Human societies, just. . . Less of the idea of 'Sexual purity'." While it wasn't the explanation of 'Virginity' for Fae, it was a sense of being 'Pure' in the reverence and understanding the importance they played in the whim and laws of nature itself. At least, when it came to his personal Court. "The openings are usually for the markings that stretch across their skin, a sense of exposure and tempting enticement in one."
  15. The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

    Trying to figure out Maxine's birthday hadn't been the easiest thing, not when he needed to prepare for something that had been on their minds to do and keeping in a massive secret. Asking her directly, he felt, would've prompted her to put her curiosity that often ended up in snoop mode towards high alert. It'd been far easier to prepare under the guise of him expanding out to various contacts in order to find the meaning of the clue that had been left behind for them. While it wasn't entirely untrue, the last few weeks his mind had been far more preoccupied with designing just the perfect area for what her present would be. Perhaps it could've been viewed as a mutual present, it had been something that they both wanted to do and though he knew and understood the full implications he knew that she held a brief of enough of an understanding to comprehend the ceremony of it all. The time that Max spent away had been his time to make the final preparations, there'd been talk on what to use the basement for some time. Plans that could be made for the future, in the nearer future, however, Senan had other plans. He spent much of the day tossing things that had been useless or owned by the past individuals in proper discarded fashions, anything that had been a magical artifact of sorts had been safely locked away in a place that others wouldn't easily find them. Not until he could find a proper use for majority of them and for others? Well, destroying them would end up being the best course for the whole of Wizarding society. It was a spacious place, extending the full length of the home and offered the full scope of being adjustable and capable of a healthy renovation pursuit. As such, in the center of it, had been an earthen hollow that could fill just above the waist of a humanoid of six feet just above their navel. Filled just below the ridge before it would tip over unto the far more raised surface with an extremely thick liquid, the coloration of it held a somewhat fuchsia glower to it. Legitimately giving off a unique hue as if several fireflies had been trapped below its surface causing the glimmering expanse. In truth, it had been part of the mixture as Fae; mostly Sidhe, tended to do things in varying amounts of excess. Things didn’t fit well for their rituals unless it held a proper place, stuck in the minds of the individuals in one way or another. Along the far end of the wall had been various unique tall urns that once held the oil that now pooled within the center of the basement. The walls and ceiling even held a unique form of dressing, illuminating lanterns that hung and floated in various parts of the room giving off a somewhat cyan emission. This accentuated the already glowering pool. “I’m in the basement.” Senan recalled up the steps towards her, hearing that the door had opened and closed along with the slight scraping that keys often made when sliding along the tumblers to the lock. He’d also been dressed for the occasion and not in a way that anyone unaccustomed to the ways of his Mother’s people would even remotely consider ‘Decent’. It’d been a think silk, the kind crafted and mended far differently than what Human’s and other races tended to use, lighter than spider’s silk even. The fabric rose and curled over his shoulders, bending inward to expose part of his chest in a ‘V’ pattern and continued downwards to barely conceal the far more ‘sensitive’ areas of a Male physique. His legs followed the same fabric yet covered the frontal and back portions of his thighs, ending just at the knee. It often felt as if he were naked, and he may as well have been. The outfit largely had been exposing and cut in a way to reveal and accentuate every portion of his skin that held the unique markings that took up various portions of his body.
  16. @Maxine Williams Happy Birthday. I do have a gift and it took me a while to prepare. Hopefully it will catch your interest.

    1. Maxine Williams

      Maxine Williams

      Thank you ❤️  

      You shouldn't have gone through the trouble, but I can't wait to see what it is ☺️

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    The weight of the choice hung over his head or at least the expected weight of it. It had to be made and while it would have no bearing on whether or not their relationship had been on a good or bad note, it most likely would lean towards the disruption of a proper restful sleep as many things could've attributed towards that day. That their bodies could ever keep moving as they had been after their night showed a unique sense of willpower, in both of them as much as the desire of fueling it when it came to one another. To agree with someone all the time would grow into suspicion when it comes to generosity and truly respecting an individual. Being able to know and realize you disagreed, that it was alright to disagree and no one needed to be utterly offended by it showed a great deal of respect than it perhaps implied. Stepping out to manage his life and in the same vein, she her own, were things that had been bound to happen. It didn't mean that they couldn't take in the moment to be saturated in one another when they both felt they had enough of the process of living their own separate pieces away from one another. It had been a gradual conclusion to arrive at in his mind. His fingers curled around her hand, attention brought straight to the light coloration of her eyes. "I do like the idea of you holding them. . . Not so much the pillow wall. But that's also my issue of being somewhat selfish and wanting you close to me." That sentiment hadn't been in the pursuit of sexual satisfaction either, rather, the undisputed desire to feel the heat of her body pressed against his own. Knowing that everything had been real between the two of them, from the moment the spark snapped until the raging static struck through them in realization of their emotions. Even to the point where they'd nearly given over to heart and passion's call, all of it had been something he hoped within himself wasn't some waking dream that would be wiped out the next day. Senan followed without any resistance, gentle steps taken with each step made towards the bed until he sat down on it and grasped the pillow to remove it from the center of the bed - placing it at the head post. "We won't need it. I'll need to learn not to be an utter slave to the passion and hormones. Because what we have. . . Is so much more than that and I know it." Placing the faith and trust in what their relationship could be. Then he started to take the position closer towards the wall and grasped her hand this time to lure her further onto the bed to try and bring the young woman into a prone snuggle. "After all, how can I expect you to trust me if I can't learn to trust me?"
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    The tips of his fingers slid along the robe designed strap that the pendant hung from, his mind delved into thought - keeping well aware never to allow for his finger to touch the metallic surface for fear of what could potentially happen next. 'To think someone could break my wall of discipline so easily. . .' A wonderment in his mind yet not something he'd been entirely against occurring. There always had to someone, something, that could cause such a break down in hard worked defenses. The people and things that mattered in a numerous amount of ways that had been the skeleton key to get passed a place that actually held no 'door' to willingly let other pass on by. Even if things had turned out difficult this time around, it would only be a matter of time before Max would find her way in breaking it down once more - her presence a welcomed and enjoyed addiction. As her arms wrapped around him in an inclusive warmth a gentle sigh escaped from him, luckily, it wasn't the same tone as what he'd let out only moments prior. It'd been the simple contentment of being able to be in her arms, the warmth had been a cheery on top. Even if there'd been no warmth, if he'd been left cold, being able to feel her urged a sense of adoration in feeling her touch. When she let go of him, he started to step back from her. At that point, putting his clothing back on and then gently taking the shirt that Max held, helping her putting it over her head. Not the kind of action he'd hoped to be doing but the longer the atmosphere and his body felt less charged, the more he realize that it perhaps had been for the best. Senan wasn't sure how to explain the reason it'd been his fault, aside from the fact that his touches had been strategic, intentional and leaked with the poison that desire often acted as. Even the softest of touches could crumble the will of a person if feeling and emotions had been applied and he'd been aware of this. His eyebrow arched up, for a moment he forgot just how stubborn she could be and it caused a hushed laughter from him. "I can't let you on the couch, that's far less comfortable than the floor." It had been for him at any rate, it always felt so lumpy and not enough proper support. He'd been trying to avoid what could spark again only for, the irony of her options, both ended up with him being next to her. Had that been her want? To still be next to him? Not that he minded but he had no way to ensure that his hands wouldn't wander, he'd been at a loss of anyway to be in the same room as her yet not risking where his mind might cause him to wander. His arms slowly slipped around her shoulders to pull her closely into himself. Her smile glistened in his sight as it caused the reactionary effect of his own lips being curved into a smile. "When you smile like that it makes me want to agree to your stubbornness. . ." As if the pot could claim the kettle of such. "I will be comfortable. As long as I'm with you. . . I'll be comfortable. I just want to be in the same room with you - I know that sounds. . . I sound horribly clingy saying that." It hadn't escaped him how he sounded, not just then but most times when it'd just been the two of them. She seemed as adamant as she was genuine in wanting his comfort. "Your comfort is important too. This is our home, in a home, comfort is always important for everyone." Something that, as he said the words, and knew what little he did know of her family that 'Comfort' may not have been properly attuned to her vocabulary when it came to herself. That was when his hand slowly slid to hers. "If we lay next to each other then we'll have to try to keep ourselves. . . Contained. By ourselves, I most likely mean myself. It's why I was going to take the floor. I wouldn't be far, I'd be fine. Still next to you but not next enough to let my hands be the devilish intended beings that they are." He gave a small but firm smile towards her. "You're so alluring to me, temptation and adoring all wrapped in one." Slowly his hand trailed along her arm, lifted to touch the side of her cheek as he stroked it, much like a person would their most valuable treasure that held no definable cost - Priceless. "Unless you agree to slap my wandering hands away - you taking the bed and me taking the floor is the most viable."
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    While there had been many ways the influence of such a desire could take, Senan had been glad there'd been a sense of tenderness that flowed from his actions and likewise from Max's. It was a moment of freshness, one where showing eachother a mindful care had been far more instinctual than thought provoked. Even as he pressed the two of them again, pushed the most extended of himself along her form to drive the point of the moment home to their awareness, he'd made the steps with the natural understanding of not only his intentions but the full enjoyment that it hadn't been commanded of her or him. That if they were going to go through with it all, to take things to such a grandoise steps, it would be by their own decision every step of the way. The previous thought instant bolted out of his mind, only feeling the utter chill of frigid liquid's embrace soak him from head to toe, the adrenaline that had kept him ready and primed had quickly started to wash away with the icy realization of what had happened. In all of his days, he'd never had a singular object create such mayhem for him and someone that he actually wanted to be close and personal with. He was unsure if it was fate or simply the necklace itself harborbing the curse of breaking moments. A sigh of frustration escaped him, they'd been so close, so close to touching one another in a way that would've pulled the two of them even close and it'd been ruined. Had it been for the best? Or was this going to end up a sense of frustration unable to trust the flamboyant will of the enchanted object he wore so closely? Once the water stopped, Senan's gaze turned towards the bed as it'd been soaked through entirely. Not necessarily a problem but it'd certainly be a hassle, the more immediate concern being the state of Max as he walked up towards her, arms wrapped tightly around her body as he held her tightly to try and keep her warm. "Alright seems to be a matter of perception. . ." His tone of voice eeked of venom towards how their moment had been interruprted, yet again. He couldn't tell if Max had been relieved or not, he did know that either way it was near impossible to spark that kind of moment again anytime soon. Tracing his finger through the air he used a mass-area spell to cause an heating and drying breeze to encircle the room, their bodies, and the body. Water that had once clung to their forms evaporated away. Seeing that Max had covered herself, he saw it as a sign even if it may or may not haven which caused him to start to grasp at the clothes he'd kicked off and started to place them back onto himself. "Sorry about that. . ." He apologized, in his mind it wasn't for the water, rather for placing her in a situation of sexual high that she hadn't the mental time to process and fully agree towards it all. "I think that might have been the sign to go to sleep." While a brief laughter emitted from him to try and shrug it off, he found himself unsure of how to actively feel as the moment gradually started to wind down. Walking towards his closet once more for the night he pulled out several extra blankets and pillow and started to nest a bed on the floor. "I'll stay on the floor. You can take the bed." After what had just happened he wasn't sure if he could trust himself or his mind to not wander or wonder. Standing up, he walked over towads Max as he leaned in pressing a loving and tender kiss right at the center of her forehead. When the moment had truly been ready for her, when she felt it all fell into place with what she desired and her mind believed it was she wanted - that would have to be the sign for both of them. "If there's anything else you need, just let me know. I'll do everything I can to try and make it happen."
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    How a sound could be so sweet, so addictive, he wouldn't truly understand. It'd been the effect that the soft sound that emitted from her washed over him as it sent several pulses of ecstasy through his body as if it'd been a physical touch itself. As if it were her bare finger that drove down his spine instead of such an alluring and lewd sound. Part of his mind had the intention of continuing further with the explanation. It was quickly being overridden by the sheer delight of touching her, each second that passed with both of their hands caressing only bare skin drove his mind to a place where words wouldn't suffice to offer a satisfactory moment unless it'd been placed on a pleaded breath of desire. Her eyes and the way they captured his own only proved to himself just how far he'd be willing to go with her today. The clothes against floor had been like a gong of resonation into his current mentality, that he had no plan of turning back. It felt embarrassing, having her eyes peer so deeply into his own while every touch she maneuvered along his markings caused elevation of a heated sound in admiration and want for her to keep going, for her to go further without any reason beyond wanting it - wanting him. He felt teased and pleased at the same time, a hunger built up to the point of feeling that need to be ravaged and yet, only wanting her to explore until their appetite for one another couldn't be sustained by the graceful explored touches alone. As their bodies connected, the obvious trait that made him different from her pressed against her body, a gentle smile stretched across his lips and a glint in his eyes shined to signal that it'd been all of hers. He didn't need to tell her he stood at attention for her, because of her. He'd hoped, at least, that feeling him in such a way would give her that idea and pleasure of knowing it. Senan could feel the trembles of enjoyment that shook her body from each touch he made, the loving caresses that said more with his touch than his words could even truly imply. She'd been treasured, wanted, needed. His body had felt the heat of those mixture of feelings the first time he'd saw her with just a bra on and then it extended to heights that his mind found difficult to even conceive in memory of the bareness she showed while getting dress only moments ago. Once he pulled out another sound his bodies heat leaped another octave, he'd been burning up across his entire skin and his heart throttled with anticipation, adrenaline, and hormones that flooded like the Nile. "Maxine. . ." His own voice responded, a call in the same manner as the hot daze started to become a haze. As her hand started to slide inwards, his lips started to slide lower. . . Each feathery kiss laced with an intention on where he'd been going. Until the tips of Max's fingers swept against the surface of the necklace he wore, the intense moment fueling the magic between the two of them once more as it resonated lightly - mischievously as if to avoid the notice of the two teenagers. The sudden pooling of a sphere of water swirled just above their heads, a suspended glob of it that filled and grew faster than Senan's lips could travel in its descension. Thick presence of a chill swept inside the pooling water, enough to drastically overset the pure blaze that irradiated between himself and Maxine and then it dropped, like a science project from a top of the school building. Extremely chilling water cascaded nearly endlessly upon the two of them and the bed as if it were a waterfall from another dimension. A sudden shocked gasp had been expressed from Senan and not in pleasure, no, it was a mix of surprise and bewilderment as his system went into the typical shock when a certain temperature of water hit a heated mass. His reflexes instantly released her from his grasp, unable to actively contain her as his body thrashed backwards against the wall to try and climb over the bed post to avoid the stream of water that hung above the bed. "Oberon's great wings!" He stated as some form of curse as he glanced around the room, drenched and unfortunately far too upset and irritated to even continue on the horny train tracks. "Max?! Max! Are you alright?!" As much as he detested the way the necklace seemed to react with the moments the two of them had wanted to explore, to become far more intimate, he couldn't bare to have it changed as it still reminded him of the spontaneous nature of the woman he loved.
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    Hearing the pleasure pass through her very lips clicked something in his mind, body responding in an excited shiver. She sounded so lovely with the hint of such delight laced in the tone of her groan. He wanted her shirt off, to bring her to a bare state as much as he'd been. To join the two of them close together but that had been something that needed to be removed when her level of comfort and desire fit into the same level together. The tip of his finger slid along the lining of her spine in an affectionate grace, smile formed in a slow drift as he stared into her eyes. The sound she'd made had been such a perfected tone, finding himself want to hear it more. As her fingers roamed along his form his body shifted, pressing against her touch to make sure she could gain the full grasp of it. That it hadn't been some form of dream nor something that he didn't want, he desired every moment and second of her grasp. His hands slowly slid along her back from the top of her shoulders and down until he reached the arched dip of the lower extremity of it. "Mmm. . . Maxine. . ." He groaned out once more to her touch, she sparked a torch inside of him that refused to stay unlit. "You could consider them like a form of coat of arms, I suppose. They mark me as someone from my Mother's line." Even then some seemed to be unique, like mutations, amongst different members of the Fair People. Yet, still identifiable for the most part from his personal view and knowledge. When his hand touched hers, eyes connected together through an unbreakable and intoxicating stare that drew him towards her every whim he wanted to satisfy. Even as her cheeks reddened he kept going until the last tug of his legs pried from the sweatpants and kicked away off of the bed, the thud of fabric against floor signifying there'd be little chance of him scrambling to pull them back on. Why would he, anyways? Each moment that passed feeling the heat of her hand pressed against his skin with his assistance pushed the heat he felt for her even higher, the signs of it showing in his eyes at he stared into hers with a passionate want and need. He didn't want to hold back any longer and he also didn't want to rush this moment, it'd been historical and important that he wanted to take every bit of time they could, let the feeling fester and grow to starve it until it exploded in a proper expression of their love in full force. Their pressed her and his hands rested on her waist, the heated softness that came between the kiss and her hands still exploring the exposed portions of his body elicited and deep moan that couldn't be let out audibly fully resulting in a vibration and him adding slightly more pressure getting into the touch that fell over his lips. Hands grasped at her waist firmly and pulled her into him closely, allowing her to feel what her eyes and hands may have been avoiding with certainty - That it had been there due to her. She was driving him in wild in a way that he'd never known, filling his senses with a desire to feel her skin, to explore every inch of her. To get her out of all those unnecessary clothes. Senan's smile broaden as he watched her peak every so often, it seemed she'd even been trying to avoid laying eyes on the more obvious portion of himself. He wanted to tell her it was okay, that it had been hers to see, to admire, That he felt no shame even if there'd been a bit of embarrassment, he understood that this had been a new experience for the young woman entirely. Things didn't need to be rushed and if they'd gotten to this point there needed to be proper pacing, admiration of the grandest order. He watched as the shirt that had been wrapped around her slide off, a deep intake of air course through his nostrils, as he watched her exposed breasts bounce in front his eyes from the motion of the shirts removal. "You're perfection. . ." He reached his hand out to caress he abdomen, tracing the tip of his fingers around it in a teased touch while he started to push on top of his own knees. His hands then lowered to trace along the hem of the pants she still wore, the eagerness in him told him to guide them off. Yet the barely existing restraint yelled at him to take each step perfectly at her comfortable pace. It was then that his eyes lifted to her neck, leaning in to kiss it with a passionate intention. The lingered desire made known as he trailed butterfly soft kisses from her neck, along her chin, and to the tip of her earlobe before whispering into her ear. "I am so in love with you, Max. . . And I can't stop wanting you in every way, I don't want to stop. Because I like this feeling of love and desire you pull out of me." It was then that his head slowly lowered giving a gentle kiss along her collarbone, silver-grey tri-eyed gaze lifted up to stare towards her face.
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    Chained though they were, Senan still felt a sense of freedom being in her presence. There had been nothing like it, that feeling where the thoughts of his issues didn't seem so much as inescapable but rather temporary and for the moment. He'd been within the grasp of his Mother, only for now, and the eyes of his father pinned towards Australia only for a moment. A way to escape often always existed and it took her persistence, their love for one another, to get him to see where the escape hatch had been. Holding on to her, what they had with one another and building upon it until it'd be solid and immovable had been their path to break those eventually rusted chains. He'd been stuck in the middle - not wanting to break her reason and yet wanting to. . . In his mind he couldn't conceive of a concrete enough reason for them not to give into the feeling, the drive and the pull. She wasn't some person he needed to persuade through the use of his hips, nor had she been a woman that purely would be a mountain he needed to 'conquer' for the bragging rights to some non-existing 'bros'. Quickly, she became the love of his life and holding back that love seemed to be a way to lead himself into folly. He'd held back for so long, emotions and views, himself from connecting to people. Now, in this new realization, the steps he'd been taken to becoming a new and better person; Giving her all of what she'd set into motion on top of the ever-flowing affection only seemed proper and right. It seemed right. That's what had been nullifying any thought of a reason to stop. As she shifted closer to him his hands slowly slid up the shirt along her back, holding her securely. Remembering that she actually held no bra on, that caused his body to spike dramatically in a burning heat of desire and passion. "It's typically only found on Pureblooded Sidhe. . . To them it's proof of their higher heritage amongst the Fey, no different to the idea of 'Royal Blood' to Humans. Or Noble's with their Pureblood." The longer she touched along the markings, along his body, the more he felt that shiver of enjoyment rush along his spine, wanting nothing more than to dive into her touch like the addiction it seemed to be on his body. "It shows on me since I'm far more Sidhe than I am human." A rare prospect in itself though not improbable due to the depth of the culture of Fey that ran through the history of Ireland. Then he felt the outline of her fingers brush against the sweatpants, those damned sweatpants. . . They were getting in the way of him being explored, the way she touched and looked at him. His lips parted into a vocal yet soft moan. "Max. . ." There'd been no mistaken the heat and passion laced through the call of her name, an embarrassed yet delighted smile crooked onto his face. "I'm glad you love them. No, they don't hurt, I was born with them actually." To his Mother's court it had been seen as a 'sign' that those close enough could unlock the potential to toss away their Human oaks and take on the wing of a Pure fey. Not that he'd want to do that, not now, not when he had the glorious wonder of his, in his life. Where ever they appeared? A flex of crimson pressed against his cheeks as he reached for the hand that had been exploring his markings. Guiding it towards the hem of his sweatpants, sliding both of their fingers not just under the sweatpants themselves, but under the tight briefs that hugged the toned nature of his thighs and waist. "Then. . . Let me show you. . .? You can continue to explore them. . ." Slowly he started to move both of their hands down, the clothing that had been bound to his lower half slipped lower and lower - there'd been no feeling of shame in him, his eyes twinkled with the desire in knowing that he belonged to her, the sight of her eyes and hands and whatever else she sought to offer as an approving gaze. Upon sight it would be seen that the markings extended, traced along the outside of his hip bone and along the lowered edges of his pelvic region, his legs continued the trend that matched the torso and arms. Even the most 'At attention' part of him held the markings. "No one aside from my Mother and her court know of these markings on me. . . You're the first outside of it, the only one that I want to touch and see them." His hand still coupled to hers slowly started to slide them along his thigh and rested them on the part of his body she previously started to explore before the sweatpants intervened. "They're as much yours as I am."
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    She made him reckless and yet cautious, careful. That someone could make a maelstrom of emotional contradictions within himself had been a phenomenal feat in of itself, only shadowed by the sheer willingness in himself to engage in such activities. It'd been dangerous, something that could damage reputations or worse and yet he could only find the appeal of it, that it could be their little secret and the chances of being found out caused it to hike in interest even further. The tip of his finger traced along the pure silver surface of the ring, some thoughts that floated to the surface of his mind heightened the amount of intimacy he wanted to engage with her in such a predicament. From the look given towards him he held an understanding that she did understand exactly what he meant. It didn't escape his notice that such a commitment often etched into the mind of being 'shackled' imprisoned in a life or to a person but that hadn't been how he chose to view. Those had been the thoughts of people who were far more afraid of losing themselves than any true expectancy of being kept like a bird in a cage. He saw a sense of freedom, a unique kind of freedom that came with the choice of no longer sharing a life alone but intentionally sharing it with someone else. At times wings maybe broken and the need of support from stronger wings in those times had been necessary, the freedom to survive against the trials of life. If not for her support he, perhaps, would still be broken winged. There were many roads that laid out before him, two that in theory he couldn't choose to walk them or not, there had been individuals that held a chain that choked at his neck. Even so, he decided to be rebellious and make a choice. A hidden road that neither could've expected to exist, the one that led to Max and he already resolved in himself to choose her. Always her. Where there'd been no hope on a potential escape, one did spark inside of him, that the two of them could somehow break away from the weight that threatened to keep them pinned. The how eluded him, yet in time he'd been sure there would be an answer. Senan couldn't explain why resisting had been difficult, he'd never been the deviant that held a need for it. Even with the hormones that swirled within him it had always been extremely easy to ignore, redirect his attentions to the task at hand. Maybe that had been where he went wrong in the moment, there had been no immediate task that needed to be done. However, there'd been the far more obvious other factor, it was Maxine. How could he not want her in that way? Not feel as if he wanted to be drowned in that swarm of love and desire as it had grown thicker in the air with each passing second, even as she resisted the call there seemed to be a draw with the actions she impressed on him. Her hand caressing his lap in return, the way her lips felt that pulled a near moan-inducing groan from him. It had been like the time she'd given him a massage except far, far better. As the two of them laid down, his shirt now removed and gaze settled on her as he watched the traces of a soft finger line along the markings that were etched into his skin since birth. His chest rose up, breath rolled out in a heated sigh that held a hint of a sound of pleasure lined in a softened whisper, almost audibly forming her name. His hand shifted to rest on the side of her waist, touching the rumpled portion of the shirt she wore as means to access her exposed, warming, and soft skin. "You know. . . I have the markings across my entire body. . . " As he spoke the words his silvery-grey eyes lifted up to lock on to her clear blue eyes. They needed to talk about something and it had ended up being the first thing that seemed to fascinate the young woman. "I've never paid them much mind but I really do enjoy you touching them. . . And they're all yours to explore where they're at." Those had been parts of him that he often had to make use of a spell to hide them from the notice of others, the kind of thing that with enough study someone could understand his Non-Human heritage. But to her, she'd exposed them, something that he'd been more willing to do for every part of him that revealed such patterned streaks. "You asked me earlier if I wanted to show you my body and. . . I do."
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    Not being one for general pranks, he often found that his solutions tended to be ones intended to be a simple solution solved in his mind. At times taking a subtle and deft hand, others far more of a heavy handed approach. He'd hoped it wouldn't be necessary for her Roommate, not believing even he would be able to get away from mistreatment of someone else that seemed close and important to the red-head. Alas, it meant putting her to sleep if she interfered had been far more palatable. "That or. . ." His eyes drifted towards the ring that hung on her finger, unbeknownst to him, she'd been thinking along the same thought path. "Imagine, us invisible, cuddled closely. . . Lips never coming up for air all the while she's just in the room unawares." Why did that give him more of a rise than it should've? That didn't help his already precarious situation involving his urges and desires for Max, in fact, that only seemed to stoke the flames as if he tossed dried out wood onto a dying yet hungry fire. Her eyes settled on him and he knew that his words had reached her, that the feeling had been mutual on their personal claim for themselves and one another. There were times it didn't need to be stated in words, other times it felt as if needed to be said as a reminder not to worry - the thoughts of straying were the furthest thing from their minds. This had been one of those moments, he found, where the two response met and had been reciprocated perfectly. His lips curled into a smile, the way her words eased out into their environment struck at him like cupids arrow. He wasn't sure how much more he could've fallen in love with her, how deep the desire to be every bit of a good presence in her life, to being that 'Other Half'. It had met a deep well that extended into a mixture of his desire, a desire that wasn't primal lust but a love-lust. "I had always intended for you to only be mines. . ." The ritual of Oil would end up pounding into mind the words that were about to unfold from his lips. "And one day. . . I'll make sure to prove it with something that holds that very visible meaning." As he spoke this, his hands shifted to the ring that he'd given her - the one that had been placed on the hand and finger that held a greater insinuation depending on the type of ring, the oath. The idea of marriage in the future, once upon a time, would've earned a demeaning scoff and yet now it'd been one of the many plans he'd hoped been in the cards for the both of them in their future. After all, they'd already said the words, made their person pledge to stand by one another. His current conditioned had been very uncomfortable, embarrassing, and far too honest for his liking. Senan smiled lightly as he felt the presence of her hand hover against his own, the soft touch that sent shivers of pleasure and happiness through him at the same time. "I suppose part of me is. . . Hoping that it won't help." For her to aggravate it and please it, to be placed in a position where his body knew the amount of ecstasy that would throttle through it with Maxine so close to the most sensitive part of him in the moment. Yet, it hadn't been the time, it didn't seem like the right moment after everything and especially not the way he had wanted their first time together to unfold. When her hand shifted a sense of anticipation riled up inside of him, the presence of her hand on his lap caused his back to arch ever so slightly while he leaned into the soft touch of her lips against his cheek. "I don't want to sleep either. . . Not yet." Senan's gaze lifted up, watching Max intently. Part of him hoping she wouldn't, while part of him had begged that she would sit on his lap, to straddle him and let the heat of their desires take them onto a roller coaster ride that they perhaps wouldn't regret. Their lips connected and his eyes closed, chest expanded out and a humming moan vibrated against her lips. The spark of feeling them in his current state had been overwhelming, enjoyable to such levels that it caused every inch of him to throb in heat. Eyelids opened half way, a sense of glaze covered in his gaze as he swallowed lightly. She'd been right, hadn't she. . .? Reaching his hand out towards her without thinking he slowly started to lead her more towards the bed, lying down in the process of the motion onto his side rather than his back. He needed to resist the urges and the last thing he'd do would be to try and coarse her through touches and trying to override her reason through using the subtle touches of the bodies enjoyments. "Then. . . Come close. . .? I want to feel you close to me." Or at least he didn't intend to do that consciously. Almost as if the heat had been far too unbearable he sat up slightly, his hands reached down to grasp his muscle shirt to pull it off and toss it towards the side. This put the markings on his skin into full sight or at least the ones on his torso.
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    Locking her roommate inside of the trunk seemed. . . Promising. It had escaped him whether or not he ever encountered the person, if he had she'd either been forgettable or the attention he paid had been only enough as reasonable in a classroom setting. Which, by his belief, hadn't been much of proper attentiveness that needed to be offered. "If it comes to it I can always place a hex on it, every time she'd try to re-open the trunk it could induce sleep on her." Something harmless but no less amusing, primarily, to offer the two of them as much time as they may have needed to do whatever they really wanted to do. Such as kissing or simply cuddling for a few moments while someone had been trapped. Senan had been keen enough to understand the subtle difference in himself, on one level, the physical attraction he felt towards her could easily be defined as 'Purely physically desired', if he had to give it a misinformed indication from the outside. However, the strength that harbored from it had been far different. It only became more of an epiphany to him when she commented on him seeing a body before which caused him to offer a small smile towards her. His cheeks reddened at the thought of seeing her body sooner or later, the smile on his face growing immensely as if he were the Cheshire cat itself. "It's different. . . Because I'm not just staring at 'any body'. I'm staring at the body of the woman I love. The feelings. . . The desires. . .? They're far stronger, as pure as they're impure." It sat at the line of contradiction and yet it made perfect sense to his mind. He wanted all of her, as much as he hoped she felt the same about him. "You have a point. . ." She still wanted to do the Fae Oil Ritual which had been one of the many ideals of his Mother's Court. His hands slid slowly, provocatively, along the edge of waist, the tips of his heated fingers brushed against any exposed slips of her skin. "And I am yours to see. . . And to Touch. . . All of yours, no one else's." The tone of his voice lessened almost as if it had been an intended whisper of conspiracy between two parties, it had been spoken in a heated fashion as if to charm her more towards the idea that he belonged to no other. It hadn't mattered what may have been in his past, as much as his life and affections had been there for her present and future - the situation of his body in all of its form and offers had been in the same vein. He wasn't sure if he made the situation worse, more awkward? Would they even be able to look at each other or properly relax knowing the kind of design that wormed its way in his mind, showed through the reactions of his body and its various signals? Walking over towards the bed had been . . . Difficult to say the least, trying his best to make movements to avoid showing too much of the shape that formed at the front of his sweatpants. Sitting down didn't do much either, in fact, it had demonstrated why the term 'Pitching a Tent' had existed in the first place. This had been the epitome of being embarrassed and unable to properly hide any form of evidence that could hope to elevate the heat that rose up from his face as much as it rose in his trousers. "I guess. . . We should start laying down." That had been the furthest thought of activity that his body had wanted to do, sending out its annoying pulsation through him as he tried to ignore the urge to start kissing her deeply which would've only escalated things. Though he couldn't help his hand from reaching out, a gentle caress of her thigh as he settled the palm of his hand right onto her. "Or. . . Did you want to sit on my lap for a bit?" What was he even thinking, well, the problem probably had been the wrong head had bene thinking for a moment there. "That is to say. . . In case you weren't fully ready to sleep yet."
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