The Outlook

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smiling contentedly...stroking her...wandering her curls...right where she belongs...cooing softly to her

*sitting up, eyes going to well adored face*

going back to bed now. Think I can rest.

*standing, leaning in to brush kisses over cheek, temple, forehead, mouth*

g`night.
 
*sitting up, eyes going to well adored face*

going back to bed now. Think I can rest.

*standing, leaning in to brush kisses over cheek, temple, forehead, mouth*

g`night.


smiling...nuzzling
g'night, little one
 
Breath of Fire 2. The only game I know of that you could say "Let's do the timewarp again" about.
 
unique

sensual, calm, and a refreshing change.
 
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She sighed, laying her fingertips on his arm gently, "Did you? I must have missed it. I'm sorry, Glad." She pressed her fingers into his arm lightly, "What do you say we go up to the Outlook and get a drink? Maybe there will be others there that can help you forget for awhile."
I smile softly to her. "I am back the real world stole me away." I say softly.
 
Teleport into the Lookout.

Ave everyone. How are you all today?

Walks over to the couch and sits down on it.
 
Slender elven fingers slide down her arm to take lightly her hand hoping he is not being too bold. "How was your evening my friend?" I ask softly.

She shrugged, "As it ever goes. I've got nothing to complain about." He met with no opposition or protest when he took her hand in his.
 
She shrugged, "As it ever goes. I've got nothing to complain about." He met with no opposition or protest when he took her hand in his.
Lacing fingers with hers he moved down the beach with her. "My day was long." I say softly shrugging, "But it is almost over now, so."
 
Lacing fingers with hers he moved down the beach with her. "My day was long." I say softly shrugging, "But it is almost over now, so."

She glanced up at the stars for a moment, then gently squeezed his hand, "Rough?" She darted a quick look at his face. A soft breeze blew off the water, teasing the hem of her dress. The sand felt cool under her bare feet.
 
She glanced up at the stars for a moment, then gently squeezed his hand, "Rough?" She darted a quick look at his face. A soft breeze blew off the water, teasing the hem of her dress. The sand felt cool under her bare feet.
He nods, a sadness creeping into his green eyes. Stopping to gaze out over the waves for a few moments, "A roller coaster of emotions." he explains softly.
 
He nods, a sadness creeping into his green eyes. Stopping to gaze out over the waves for a few moments, "A roller coaster of emotions." he explains softly.

She stopped with him, letting him a have a moment to himself before turning slightly toward him, reaching out with her free hand to urge his face in her direction.
 
*The flash of light from Avellan's departure snaps him out of his reverie. He looks around, not entirely sure of where the other occupants have wandered off to. Shrugging, he finishes the drink beside him, eyes scouring the bar area for that little waitress...*
 
She stopped with him, letting him a have a moment to himself before turning slightly toward him, reaching out with her free hand to urge his face in her direction.
He looks down into her eyes. Getting lost there for a moment. He ponders on how easy it would be to bend that distance and kiss her. Then mentally pushes that thought away. He cannot resist nuzzling her hand slightly though. His eyes are still sad but he smiles trying to keep his spirits up.
 
He looks down into her eyes. Getting lost there for a moment. He ponders on how easy it would be to bend that distance and kiss her. Then mentally pushes that thought away. He cannot resist nuzzling her hand slightly though. His eyes are still sad but he smiles trying to keep his spirits up.

Her green eyes never left his as her thumb gently caressed his cheekbone, "A man who does not grieve, hardly exists... or in this case, an Elven one." She smiled again.
 
Her green eyes never left his as her thumb gently caressed his cheekbone, "A man who does not grieve, hardly exists... or in this case, an Elven one." She smiled again.
he nods, "I take it you found my whisper?" He asks curiously. He makes a soft sigh of pleasure at her gentle touch.
 
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