Fantasy The City of Myths

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Aspero bluestone
aspero nodded quickly doing as he was told going upstairs grabbing the bag and hurrying back down putting it in the car helping him. "oh no no no,you take care of mom and i will take care of the girls. i am more than capable enough to handle two children,i'm a grown man give me some credit,ol man." he told him and pick up avery in his arms with a smile. "mom needs you right now,dad. so get going now!" he told him sharply. he then noticed how stell was clinging onto silas and exhaled deeply. he then put avery back into the seat she was in quickly realizing that silas had to focus completely on stell just to keep her calm. "ok i'll drive..." he said going around to the driver's side and waited for them to get in the passenger seat

Krystellia bluestone
'Stell'

stell was panting and in pain as she had gone into labor. she inhaled and exhaled trying to breathe as silas instructed grabbing onto her husband. "DON'T APOLOGIZE!" she growled at him. the pains were making stell grumpy and emotional.

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Wandering through the city most everyone was parting from the middle of the sidewalk as Crystal walked. This was more than likely due to her normal habit of making the small air space around her far more colder than what the given temperature was. The reason for this dragon's habit, though it is normal in her eyes, was to make sure that she stayed in a cool environment. If she were to end up becoming too hot she'd more than likely pass out because of heat exhaustion. That is not a perk of having moved to a city in a secluded woods when one's natural habitat is that of a desolate, frozen tundra. Somewhere far south of the equator.

But for the moment, Crystal was on a mission. Not really. The dragon had closed her pawn shop early so that she could wander around the city. Or maybe take a small flight to the mountains to see if she could find any treasure that she could sell. Possibly even keep if she valued it enough. But she still wore the necklace that had been made for her a day or two ago by a demon who had come to her shop. It was an interesting trinket, so she enjoyed wearing it. Stopping on one of the many street corners her tired appearing gaze slowly swept the area as she tried to think of where to go.
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Mortimer Voltaire
"You like it?" He tilted his head, searching for further approval which emerged in her smile. With a long sigh, he nodded to himself and let his tense shoulders slump. He'd been worried about it since the moment he asked for a few favours and had the quaint basket set up. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Mortimer let out a laugh. "I'm happy the weather forecast was right because I had no plan B." He mused. Approaching the basket, he pulled the blankets from it, one upon the ground for them to sit, and another couple in case his livelier date got cold.

The vampire settled down there on the picnic rug, gazing up at the sky only to have his eyes flit across to her shadowed figure. Making out her features in the gentle glow of starlight. "I couldn't think of anything more beautiful. I suppose it's more nostalgic to me than anything. But I know seeing it for the first time, it's ... positively magical." He uttered. "This is what I wanted to share because I want to share more than just this with you." He remarked, a smile lingering upon his lips. The pleasant deafening silence shrouding them among the movements of wildlife and hoots of distant owls. The occasional fox skittering through the treeline.
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Silas Blackwood
He ducked into the car with Stell, holding her over his lap partially and buckling her in. "I can't help apologise when you act like it's my fault!" He exclaimed. Which was typical of them to be having a couple's argument just as the baby had decided to come. Blackwood looked over at Avery and smiled. "Sorry about skipping breakfast, sweetheart. I'm sure we can grab something at the hospital." Glancing back and forth he breathed out. "Where the hell is Amber?! She should be in the front with you!" He called to Aspero. Although thankful that his adoptive son had come to the rescue as Silas diverted his attention to Stell. "Remember, breathe. Just breathe. Insult me, and breathe. Just like they said in that parenting class we stopped going to after a week or so because the people there were absolute wankers."​

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Aspero bluestone
aspero shook his head. "just worry about mom! i have that handled.." he snapped at his adoptive father picking up some of his mother's grumpiness. he'd do the same thing when he was younger. sometimes he'd share her emotions and could even feel her pain. aspero was deeply connected to stell on a whole other level from anyone else,it wasn't because he was her son or that he was related by blood but aspero developed a deep connection with her from the moment he was born. his mind was even connected to hers mentally. he also didn't mention it but he also held a connection to his unborn brother. aspero was quick and careful about getting to the hospital. he came around opening the door for them. he gave silas a extremely intense look.
" make sure my brother is ok..." it was a intensity that could light the whole city on fire.

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[The Fabulous Emerald]

Sitting on his favourite bench - mainly because it was one of the closer ones to his home - was an odd, rare creature. Rare not because they were few in number, but mainly because they usually tried to kill everything on site, the Yuan-Ti were seen by most people as evil beings. Not Yitah, though. Though he has put a few rival companies out of business, he wouldn't be considered 'evil'. At least, not by general standards.

The grey scaled snake man seemed fairly happy sitting on the bench reading the latest of his company's work - the newspaper. A dying business, newspapers were, now that phones and televisions were taking over from printed copies but it was still a profitable business and a fun one at that. At least, fun to Yitah. He enjoyed reading in the fresh air - well, as fresh as a city got, but it was better than being cooped up all day. It was a shame to Yitah, really, as by hiring all of his staff he made himself redundant. Almost ironic, in a sense. Still, Yitah thought, it gave him plenty of time to write his books.

Suddenly, however, a cold chill crosses his body. He thought at first it was just a strange wind, but at second glance he realized it was magic that was causing the chill. Even though it wasn't really cold, Yitah was still cold-blooded and despite the fact it wouldn't hurt him it still made him uncomfortable. As he stands up, his entire body and his scales quivering slightly as they adjust to the cold, his eyes widen as Yitah recognizes who the source of the cold chill.

Now, would this have happened a few centuries ago Yitah wouldn't have even considered anything but slitting the poor girl's throat, but thankfully Yitah had learned restraint and morality in his many years alive. Instead, he simply approached the girl, his paper folded neatly under his arm. "Ahhh..." Yitah says, with a harsh, raspy yet surprisingly friendly voice, "You're the pawn shop owner, if I am not mistaken. May I ask, have you came across any...interesting items of late?" Unlike what most people thought about snake people, he didn't draw out his s's - he was a linguist, after all. He knew how to speak properly.

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Silas Blackwood
Silas met Aspero's intensity. Unflinching. An oak tree in the storm, and for a moment, those green eyes of his became bristled. "He's as much my son as he is your brother." Blackwood snapped, searching his elder son's expression momentarily. "Don't suggest for a moment I wouldn't sacrifice myself for this family, Aspero." With that he clung to Stell, and hurried her through the hospital. Bundled in the arms which carried safety, and held by steady hands which were worn by wood. Shouts for a doctor brought them, surrounded my midwives and paediatricians who hurried both husband and wife to a bed. Lying her down gently upon the hospital mattress, he held her palm within his tight. Following the rush of staff to one of the more secluded rooms in the maternity unit. Silas answering questions whilst they began monitoring how far Stell had gone into labour - shouting out dilations.

Gently, he pushed back Krystellia's hair comfortingly, stroking those short blue locks. Anything he could do to accommodate her, he did in seconds.The nymph kissed her forehead and exhaled. "You're doing good! The midwives are saying it'll take an hour or two at most. Short delivery in comparison!" He remarked, in attempt to boost morale. Leaning over his wife protectively.
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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

"Like it? Mortimer, I absolutely love it!" The elf was practically beaming as she looked at her date. By now the hell fire from her finger tip as already vanished. Feeling his arm around her waist only caused her to blush and smile a bit more. She felt like a teenager. It was rather embarrassing when she thought about it. However, there was no better way of putting how she felt at the moment. Hearing the comment about the weather caused the girl to nod in agreement. The weather was nice for an evening like this.

Watching Mortimer move towards the basket and carefully take the blankets out, then one on the grassy floor of the meadow for them to sit on. Looking down towards her feet, Rosaria carefully slipped out of her heels. Setting the black shoes on the edge of the blanket before she sat down next to the vampire. Smiling softly as she listened to him speak. Though the last sentence he spoke, before the night life of the forest made itself known, had her confused a bit. "More than this? What else is there that you want to share with me, Mortimer?"
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Mortimer Voltaire
He returned his attention to the elf and gave a small, yet kind laugh. "I want to share everything, with you, my dear doctor. From life to the petty things in it, and the death we may one day face. It wouldn't be complete if you weren't there." His palm clasped hers, overlapping her hand. "I want to share with you the things beyond and beneath us, the trivial and the large. It might seem like a crazed rambling of a man who has little more to do, but by whatever God there is - he's seen it fit to drop a woman who I can't stop thinking about. This might end in a month, a day, a year - but I have a feeling that my promises shan't go stale."

Mortimer touched her cheek lightly with his fingertips. "I've fallen for you quicker than any woman I've offered my affections to, and far quicker have you returned them. Which is a miracle, or something harder to comprehend." The vampire paused. Intently gazing at her. "I want you. And only you. For however long I have your heart." He whispered, his head tilting forward. "I might be a few centuries behind, but I'm in love with a 21st-century girl."​

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Sitting on his favourite bench - mainly because it was one of the closer ones to his home - was an odd, rare creature. Rare not because they were few in number, but mainly because they usually tried to kill everything on site, the Yuan-Ti were seen by most people as evil beings. Not Yitah, though. Though he has put a few rival companies out of business, he wouldn't be considered 'evil'. At least, not by general standards.

The grey scaled snake man seemed fairly happy sitting on the bench reading the latest of his company's work - the newspaper. A dying business, newspapers were, now that phones and televisions were taking over from printed copies but it was still a profitable business and a fun one at that. At least, fun to Yitah. He enjoyed reading in the fresh air - well, as fresh as a city got, but it was better than being cooped up all day. It was a shame to Yitah, really, as by hiring all of his staff he made himself redundant. Almost ironic, in a sense. Still, Yitah thought, it gave him plenty of time to write his books.

Suddenly, however, a cold chill crosses his body. He thought at first it was just a strange wind, but at second glance he realized it was magic that was causing the chill. Even though it wasn't really cold, Yitah was still cold-blooded and despite the fact it wouldn't hurt him it still made him uncomfortable. As he stands up, his entire body and his scales quivering slightly as they adjust to the cold, his eyes widen as Yitah recognizes who the source of the cold chill.

Now, would this have happened a few centuries ago Yitah wouldn't have even considered anything but slitting the poor girl's throat, but thankfully Yitah had learned restraint and morality in his many years alive. Instead, he simply approached the girl, his paper folded neatly under his arm. "Ahhh..." Yitah says, with a harsh, raspy yet surprisingly friendly voice, "You're the pawn shop owner, if I am not mistaken. May I ask, have you came across any...interesting items of late?" Unlike what most people thought about snake people, he didn't draw out his s's - he was a linguist, after all. He knew how to speak properly.

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Upon hearing a voice, Crystal turned to see who it was coming from. The source of the raspy voice came from a man. Who was also a snake. Having lived in a cave for so long and then moving to a city where she was still basically gathering treasure, the girl was unaware of just how many different creatures existed in the world. And he was, rather tall. This had the dragon tilting her head to the side a bit to look at him better. "Interesting?" When she spoke is was slowly and quiet, like she had just woken up. She pondered on his question.

After about 5 minutes of thinking she looked up at Yitah, and blinked her blue-purple eyes. "No." As anyone would notice, Crystal was not one who was big on speaking. It'd be shocking if someone even managed to get her to speak a complete sentence! However, one would have better luck at striking it rich than hearing the dragon talk normal. Then again, her form of normal was far different than that of the standard society has set.

"But searching," she somewhat mumbled, looking up at the reptilian. It was true, she did not have any items that she had particularly found interesting. Though this stranger appeared interesting. For she had never seen such a creature in her life. The dragon who wore a tired appearance just blinked her eyes up at him. Head still tilted to the side as it had grown silent.

 

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The beating of her heart got louder as she sat there, listening to Mortimer pour his heart out to her. If not for the night sky and the stars as the only source of light, he would be able to notice a blush overtake her cheeks. And to see that her eyes had grown a bit larger in size. Now she could her the thumping in her ears, but she trained her hearing to keep focusing on the vampire as he continued to speak.

Gazing into his eyes she smiled at the cold touch of his fingertips. But when he openly said that he was in love with her, it was like a spark was ignited inside of her. Like a fire in her heart. It spread that familiar warmth that she had felt just earlier that day. "Mortimer." Rosaria's voice was soft, like a whisper. As she smiled a few tears fell from her eyes. Not because she was sad. Instead, she was overjoyed to hear just how Mortimer felt about her.

"I feel the same way about you Mortimer," she mumbled softly, "I can't imagine being with anyone who isn't you. Let alone away for days on end. You treat me with kindness and care unlike anyone that I've ever met. But you also accept me for who I am, and love me for that same reason." Closing her eyes she smiled softly, and gently pressed her forehead to his. "I love you, Mortimer. I truly love you." Rosaria opened her eyes a bit, the blue orbs had a gentle gaze to them as they stayed on Mortimer's own redwood ones.
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[The Fabulous Emerald]

Now stretched out to his full height, his serpentine body still hidden beneath his clothes, his height was very clearly apparent. Taller than most humans, however, Yitah never looked down upon them - at least, in a metaphorical sense. "Searching, you say?" Yitah smiled somewhat at the tantalizing thought of what she could possibly be searching for. "Treasure, perhaps? That sounds like a good story...a daring adventure with a young protagonist, delving into unknown ruins for untold fortune. What is it you are searching for, may I ask?" As he finishes speaking, however, his tongue forks out to greet the air.

Something, however, didn't seem...right. While he could almost taste the adventure in the air, he could taste...something else. Something even he hadn't tasted much of. It familiar, yet unknown, like a flavour from one's childhood that has been forgotten with time. It was definitely odd, to say the least. Still, he decided to not mention it to the girl. Perhaps she was sensitive to such things.

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Crystal nodded her head in response at hearing the word treasure. That was her main goal. Didn't matter what it was. If it had value she'd bring it back to her shop. Or keep for herself in her secret treasure trove. But when asked for anything specific thing that she is searching for her quiet voice simply replied, "Anything." Looking over her shoulder behind her she noticed one of the few mountains that surrounded the city, along with the abundant forest. Point behind her she decided to be a bit more specific, "There."

The girl decided that the mountain might be the best place to find interesting trinkets that others might have dropped or left. Cold air continued to imamate around the young woman as she stood in front of Yitah. His full height was rather impressive. But in her normal dragon form she was a little over ten stories tall. Meaning that she towards over a hundred feet in height. Though her face showed no real expression, besides that of what seemed like constant exhaustion, she was rather curious about the serpentine man. "Join?... On mountain?"
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Avery

She just held onto her big brother hand as she was hungry" big brother i'm hungry" she say looking at her feet since she was barefoot" will mommy be okay what is wrong with mommy" she asked confused what was happening all she knew she was in pain as she looked at her big brother as she was blushing a little bit as she just saw kids books as she smiled she didn't know how to read she was embereessed to tell anyone that she couldn't read not even amber knows N Nonexisting​

 

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Aspero bluestone
aspero couldn't help to smile at silas' response. aspero chuckled as he watched him hurry off with his mother. the very sight of silas' temper at him and those words pleased him. his father was a beautiful hearted man and he was ever so happy to be considered his son. he was happy that man loved his mother like he did. he could always see the passion in those eyes. his thoughts were then interrupted by his adopted sister. he looked down and crouched eyeing the small girl with those golden eyes. "ah yes,i know. shall we go to the hospital cafeteria? i'll buy you girls something to eat while we wait okay?" he said standing up and offered his hand leading them. "mom will be fine,i assure you....mom's just having the baby." he said simply not wanting to explain any further to her.

Krystellia bluestone
'Stell'

two hours had passed. stell had been in pain screaming and growling a bit as she seemed a bit feisty during everything. she had even dug her nails somehow right into silas' hand drawing a bit of blood which she felt a bit bad about it. when she heard that final sound,a very feeble infant's cry stell relaxed herself while the nurses did the rest. everything all done as stell was exhausted and sweaty laying there. the mewling baby was then handed over to it's mother only calming down when he was close to her chest. it was a chubby little baby boy that looked like the spitting image of his mother.

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[RoseAstasia]

AMBER

Amber was frozen in shock the entire time. She she somehow wound up inside the car; she didn’t even feel her legs moving. She did hear her father mention her, but she didn’t hear what he said. She was speechless, because she knew that her mom was probably not okay. The entire drive to the hospital was a blur. She only snapped out of it when she heard the mention of food. She had a couple bites of her pancakes, but she was still hungry. Though, she did have suryp all over her face; she never had a chance to wipe it off, “food sounds nice... do you think they have pancakes?”

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[Scarlett-Wulf]

Rengal gently smiles and says" there's an item which slowly pumps several types of mana into one in small does it's called the training sages armband, he then leans in and whispers in her ear sayings" As for the other thing your blood smell really good and you seem like your fun most times so how about being in an open real with me". He then moves back and uses a little of his blood magic to shape a potato with cheese and on the girl nods and goes to the kitchen and starts looking for the food item in question.

“In what way do you mean that? As in a contract?” Raven asked as she set her spoon in the bowl of soup, having finished her meal. “The item in question though may be hard to get, ill have to look around for it a bit” sitting back she started to gently pet snow on the head “it isn’t that it is expensive it’s just rare”

 

[The Fabulous Emerald]

As the girl pointed out the mountain, Yitah's entire body seemed to twist with his head as he looks up to the mountain in the distance. "Ahh, so that's where the adventure is..." His body returning to normal, he catches the second part of her sentence with a bit of surprise. "You want me to join you? It's been at least a century since I did anything like that...I'd probably just slow you down, nowadays. Still, if you want me there, I am more than happy to help." Yitah says, his eyes glowing like a child's at the thought of adventure like he used to do. "My house is just nearby, if you'll have me and give me the luxury of a few moments to prepare. Do you think we'll run into too much trouble?" While Yitah didn't like to fight, he also likes living more. Besides, there was someone else he needed to look out for, as well - that is, if she'd have him.

Yitah didn't show off much excitement - he was a bit too mature for that - but it was a struggle keeping it secret. It really did remind him of his youth - after the 'accident', that is - where he moved from ruins to ruins, bandit camp to bandit camp, adventure to adventure. Chapters, as he called them for the fact he always put them into his biography in some way. His book had many chapters, Yitah always noticed, more good than bad and for that he was thankful. Thankful like he was towards this girl who had given him an offer to relive his prime. While he was old, yes, his body regenerated the issues of his age - even still, Yitah wasn't sure if the old muscle memory was still there.

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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Blankly staring at the snake man as he spoke she could note the excitement in his eyes. One thing about the dragon was that since she didn't talk so much, her listening skills were superb. Along with her natural ability to notice the little things in one's expression. It helps her in determining the exact mood the person speak was in. And from what she was observing, it appeared that Yitah was rather happy. Crystal nodded when he asked about having him join, but her nods were more along the lines of the nodding off of someone falling asleep while standing. Then at the question of fighting she thought for a moment. Usually the dragon hand no troubles when she would hunt through the mountains. But whose to say that today won't or will be different. So as a precaution she shrugged her shoulders, "Not sure..... Maybe."

Normally Crystal would have never given such an offer to someone she had just met. That being the dragon's natural instinct to guard any treasure they find and keep it away from others. Even if that meant turning a few into popsicles. Though the reason she had chosen to offer Yitah the chance to go with her was so that she could observe. Observe him and his habits, get a better feel of what exactly he is. And how he acts on a normal basis. The other reason was rather simple, two sets of eyes were netter than one.
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Mortimer Voltaire
That voice. That damn voice, as soft and sweet as any orchestra. She could ask him to do anything, and Mortimer doubted he could ever refuse such a silken tone. Smooth and feminine, the kind which could lull you to sleep with ease. And his name - how could his name ever sound the same again unless she spoke it? Her heart sped up with his words, so much so it felt as if it was beating for the both of them. Warmth emanated her lively cheeks and he felt the wet hot tears trickle over his fingers. It surprised him, nonetheless, Mortimer was pleased. Happy. Yes, that was it, in one word which comprised of four letters - he was happy. A simple, overused, meaningful thing.

Mortimer welled with emotions he hadn't felt for years. Centuries. It kicked him in the stomach, made him feel nauseous and ecstatic. The love he was denied in life, was what this girl was giving him in death. Her youthful face and clear blue hue eyes gazing up into his. "I've never been so grateful I decided to chase you." He murmured. Looking down at his chest before back up toward Rosaria's face. "I love you too." It was as plain as that. Her forehead leaning against his, her eyes closed in religious confession till sweeping lashes lifted. Meeting those orbs with the kind of sensation you get as if electrified.

The halfling had set his very insides on fire, twisting and coiling up in the heat of her flame - Mortimer brashly kissed her. Harder, more passionate, but sweet all the same. Riding a high of honesty - a declaration on that blanket beneath the night sky. How his fingers intertangled with her flame-touched hair, the way in which her skin seemed to burn his - the intensity of their quiet surroundings which exploded behind his closed eyelids. In that moment he swore his heart painfully gave a single thump.

That night would be a brand in his memory. A scar which he so desired he'd never forget, whether their love ended in ice or flames. He would cherish the eve of her tears which spilt in the spoken word of the truth. And of love. A complicated, messy thing which he would never understand, but was willingly poisoned by it all the same. He would do anything to suffer the symptoms, for it meant a part of his humanity was alive and well. The part of his humanity she had revived. Treating him with kindness even through such abominable behaviour.

If he would die alone as she once prophesied, he hoped he'd die five seconds after her own death so she'd never have to suffer it.​

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Silas Blackwood
His hand bled from her nails embedding themselves in his palm whenever she pushed, but Silas refused to show pain. Refused to complain. No - this was about her. About his wife and the child brought into this world with blood, sweat, and tears. Blackwood coached her breathing, smiled at her insults, and laughed at the beads of blood which emerged from the small, shallow wounds. Holding her closer when she writhed in pain and letting her go when she demanded.

But that cry. Sweet and pure, breaking the heavy tension which suffocated that tiny maternity room. A wail which made Silas' heart snap in two. It was beautiful. So beautiful. That baby boy was placed in Stell's arms, his hair blue tufts which were still wet from the amniotic fluid. As one might have suspected, this big carpenter, with broad shoulders and scarred hands - began to cry. In his bear-like way of sobs which were muffled growls and shaking shoulders. A nurse putting a hand on his back while the hospital staff had a laugh. Silas didn't mind about his comical position, only drying his eyes as he peered over into Krystellia's arms and breathed in a choked inhale. "He's perfect." The nymph hoarsely whispered, laughing quietly.

Blackwood wrapped his arms around his wife, drying her brow with his hand as he kissed her forehead and temple. His hands, cupping the back of their sons head as he snuggled against his mothers bosom. Thumb, stroking such soft, delicate skin. "I told you, he got his mothers good looks." Silas mused.
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"I'm greatful for it as well," she whispered. Hearing his I love you too caused a few more tears. All out of joy. Her smile got a bit bigger as well. The emotions she was feeling were ones that Rosaria didn't think she'd ever have. But Mortimer. He was able to unlock them from their hiding place inside of her.

When he kissed her, she was taken aback some. But soon began to return his kisses. Wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. Feeling his fingers grasp her hair ever so slightly caused her to move closer. The elf's own hand moved up until she could feel his ebony locks between her fingers. With the coolness he gave off, along with the night sky, made her feel comfortable as her skin got a bit warmer.

This was the moment that she was glad to live in. To be a part of. Rosaria did not want the night to end, though knew that morning would come hours from now. But this particular night. Was one that she would never forget as long as there was still a single breath in her body.
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Mortimer Voltaire
Her cheeks were damp with those joyful tears, rubbing off on his own as they dried. Rosaria's arms a light embrace which looped his neck, fingers touching his hair - if there was a human concept of heaven - it was this. Mortimer pulled away from her lips, smattering kisses across her jaw and ever so lightly upon her neck. Practically pulling her down with him as he lay back on the blanket beneath the night sky.

When he did pull away, eyes fluttering open - the sky was far more brilliant and bright than he remembered. And then there was her. Features shadowed in the dull starlight, her eyes big and skin warm - so warm; Mortimer pulled her in under his arm. Heat bleeding into his side as a result. "You know - I wouldn't think you'd be into older men," Mortimer remarked with a short, humorous laugh. "It's a crude joke, I apologise." He then added on, not to offend her of course. But to him, looking at it from a knowing perspective - whether or not he'd ever meet her parents (which in any situation would be her mother more likely), he wasn't sure how to bring up the fact he was two centuries old and died during his late twenties.

Ah, but the fact she was mature enough - a doctor at sixteen, and a fully fledged elven adult at seventeen made him dismiss it temporarily. He adored the expression on her face when he unexpectedly kissed her out of the blue, or the smiles she gave when she spotted him. And in that, he knew he couldn't give her up for anything. Not even age. Alas, a dark thought flitted across the back of his mind 'not even for another man'.

"I think I have shellshock. I can barely look at you and not be tempted to kiss you."
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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

When she felt Mortimer's lips pull away from her own, it caused her to open her eyes a bit. That was until she soon enough felt them on her jaw and move towards her neck. Thus her eyes once again closed, and a faint moan could be heard in her throat. Falling back onto the blanket with the vampire as he pulled her down with him.

As he pulled away her eyes slowly opened again. Turning on her side a bit before she was pulled closer to his body. With a smile she rested her head on his chest, wrapping a thin arm around his chest. At hearing his remark a small chuckle escaped her. "Well to be honest, men of my generation are quite moronic in my opinion. They lack the sense of being a gentleman and having respect for women. So I have no interest in them."

Tilting her head back a bit to look at him, Rosaria smiled softly. When she heard Mortimer say that he was shellshock, another chuckle escaped her. The elf moved a bit and managed to plant a peck on his jaw before laying her head back on his chest. "Funny that you say that. Because I never want the times we spend with each other to end."
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[The Fabulous Emerald]

"Oh, OK. I'll grab some gear then, to be on the safe side. Besides...", he says with a laugh, "I'm a journalist. I need my writing tools." As he finishes speaking, he heads in the direction of a large block of flats. Before he gets too far, however, he pauses and twists his body back around to face Crystal. "Oh, I know that you don't like heat, so if you want to just wait here that's fine. My apartment is...warm, to say the least." After all, Yitah was more snake than man. He preferred warmer climates, so he got a lot of plants put into his apartment to simulate a jungle. With the added humidity from the plants, on top of that, it created a perfect environment for Yitah - but a horrible environment for most other people.

With that, Yitah took off into the building, running surprisingly quickly for someone who didn't seem that physically active. As he darts into the elevator, flashing his room pass on the sensor, he waits with excitement as the elevator takes him up to the penthouse suite - after all, what else was better for the CEO of the city newspaper?

About five minutes after heading up to the building, he comes dashing back out - this time, wearing a thick fur coat, with warm looking pants to match, with a belt holding two old, sharp looking daggers. He fits a small notebook into an inside pocket, as he casually walks back to the bench where Crystal and he first met.

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[Leo Radomir]

“In what way do you mean that? As in a contract?” Raven asked as she set her spoon in the bowl of soup, having finished her meal. “The item in question though may be hard to get, ill have to look around for it a bit” sitting back she started to gently pet snow on the head “it isn’t that it is expensive it’s just rare”

Rain gently knees down and says" i'm talking about tasting your blood from time to time and you mine and having an open real, as for the item in question in most cases it's insanely rare and expensive but i have a feeling you'd be able to make this partnership interesting so i willing to take a chance".

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Pausing when the serpent stopped and turned to her she paused. Listening silently as he spoke. Giving another slow nod she moved over to the bench he had been sitting at. Turning her back to it before plopping down to sit. There she waited. Oddly enough though, she didn't sit for long.

Yitah was back as quickly as he had left. It was rather surprising. Though, one could not tell due to Crystal's expressionless face. However upon seeing him arrive caused her to slowly rise from her seat. Examining his clothing the dragon assumed that this man was preparing for winter. But then again, she was never really cold. Winter was her summer. The time to wear shorts and such.

When noticed his knives she could tell that they were old. And that it would not take much for her to rust them and break them. It'd be rather easy actually. That information however, she'd keep to herself. "We go..." she told him. Her voice was slow and soft, as if she had awoken from a long sleep. But with that she turned and began heading towards the mountain outside of the city.
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