07-30-2018, 08:03 PM
kagerus
and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"I'm actually only fucking my wife these days, but I'm flattered that you think I've got that much game." My quip comes without hesitation in response to the words muttered beneath the stallion's breath, an instinctual response as I am faced with the defensive and haughty nature of the male before me. His smile is straining to stay just that, twisting and deflating like a rabbit under the hoof; as if to keep the balance of things, my own smile only grows. Ah, to be such a diamond in the rough; I would give much for that kind of naivety again.
From there come more quips on the part of the stallion, a jibe about the meaning of my kingdom's name. I'd actually not heard of that interpretation before, and so I lower my head obligingly. "Rightfully so, I suppose." Lifting beantlered head, I perk my small ears to listen to the rest of what the stallion has to say. Marienelli, he introduces himself, a feminine mouthful - it suits the roguish stallion. There's a flash of a new kind of emotion in the depths of his icy blue eyes - but before I can accurately analyze it, he is turning to look upon she who now speaks.
Tickaani, she introduces herself, and from Hyaline. A pang of guilt runs through me as she states this, and I waste no time after her spiel to express this sentiment. "I am so sorry to have never met you within our own borders, Tickaani - we have many residents coming and going as is encouraged by our sanctuary kingdom. I hope you are able to find a place to rest your feet;" a benedictine smile colours my expression, "Even if that place is not Hyaline."
Turning, I focus my attention back on the black and white stallion before me. "As you have heard, Hyaline is a sanctuary kingdom. We harbour any and all who need time to heal or hide, as long as they are not criminals or scoundrels. I am one of two queens guiding the politics of our kingdom, and we are in grievous need of soldiers to guard and protect our refugees." A wicked smirk shifts my expression, head tilting in accompaniment. "But with that silver tongue of yours... I am sure we could find room for you in the ranks of our diplomats."
"I'm actually only fucking my wife these days, but I'm flattered that you think I've got that much game." My quip comes without hesitation in response to the words muttered beneath the stallion's breath, an instinctual response as I am faced with the defensive and haughty nature of the male before me. His smile is straining to stay just that, twisting and deflating like a rabbit under the hoof; as if to keep the balance of things, my own smile only grows. Ah, to be such a diamond in the rough; I would give much for that kind of naivety again.
From there come more quips on the part of the stallion, a jibe about the meaning of my kingdom's name. I'd actually not heard of that interpretation before, and so I lower my head obligingly. "Rightfully so, I suppose." Lifting beantlered head, I perk my small ears to listen to the rest of what the stallion has to say. Marienelli, he introduces himself, a feminine mouthful - it suits the roguish stallion. There's a flash of a new kind of emotion in the depths of his icy blue eyes - but before I can accurately analyze it, he is turning to look upon she who now speaks.
Tickaani, she introduces herself, and from Hyaline. A pang of guilt runs through me as she states this, and I waste no time after her spiel to express this sentiment. "I am so sorry to have never met you within our own borders, Tickaani - we have many residents coming and going as is encouraged by our sanctuary kingdom. I hope you are able to find a place to rest your feet;" a benedictine smile colours my expression, "Even if that place is not Hyaline."
Turning, I focus my attention back on the black and white stallion before me. "As you have heard, Hyaline is a sanctuary kingdom. We harbour any and all who need time to heal or hide, as long as they are not criminals or scoundrels. I am one of two queens guiding the politics of our kingdom, and we are in grievous need of soldiers to guard and protect our refugees." A wicked smirk shifts my expression, head tilting in accompaniment. "But with that silver tongue of yours... I am sure we could find room for you in the ranks of our diplomats."
@[Marienelli] @[Tickaani]
SO SORRY FOR THE LONG LONG WAIT! I am 100% back now!
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