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faderift2017-12-13 09:57 pm
faderifting) wrote in faderift2017-12-13 09:57 pm
Entry tags:
- kostos averesch,
- nell voss,
- teren von skraedder,
- { adalia },
- { araceli bonaventura },
- { bronach },
- { christine delacroix },
- { ellana ashara },
- { galadriel },
- { inessa serra },
- { jim kirk },
- { korrin ataash },
- { loghain mac tir },
- { maedhros },
- { myrobalan shivana },
- { nikos averesch },
- { prompto argentum },
- { rey },
- { samouel gareth },
- { simon ashlock },
- { skadi iceblade },
- { vandelin elris },
- { yngvi }
OPEN ↠ HARING EVENT
WHO: All
WHAT: WINTER IS HERE
WHEN: Haring 15-Wintermarch 1
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: You can use this post as an event-style mingle log, or just use it as background information for your RP elsewhere!
WHAT: WINTER IS HERE
WHEN: Haring 15-Wintermarch 1
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: You can use this post as an event-style mingle log, or just use it as background information for your RP elsewhere!
It's been a chilly month already, but in mid-Haring the temperature suddenly plummets. One day it's merely cold, and the next morning the Inquisition wakes to frost on the inside of the window panes and an icy draft whistling through every crack in the tower's masonry. Downstairs, the pipes that feed the bathing chambers and the kitchens creak in the walls, loud enough to be heard even out in the courtyard, where they run beneath the stones, and around midday, when the sun has failed to raise the temperature above freezing, a blocked pipe finally gives, cracking open to spill water across the central court and send it running down side passages. The whole area floods several inches deep and almost immediately begins to freeze, presenting at first a gigantic, treacherous slush puddle and, after a few hours, a sheet of sheer ice.
Melting a safe path from door to door and laying down sand or wood to keep it from becoming slick again is a simple enough undertaking, but before the entire courtyard can be thawed, someone appears with ice skates—and that’s a better idea, surely, for at least a few days. Anyone who complains about the frivolity can be assured it’s good exercise, not to mention good training for a force that may have to travel or fight on ice in the future.
Temperatures remain cold enough that even some parts of the harbor begin to freeze, first just at the calmest edges of the shoreline, and then the more protected nooks and crannies of the bay, inlets and the spaces between piers and beneath docks. It snows most days--not real storms, just a couple inches here and there--little enough for the window to blow most of it off the icy plain of the courtyard and other wide open, paved spaces, accumulating on branches and in alleyways, and creating growing drifts in corners and against walls.
After a week or so actual chunks of floating ice begin to fill the narrow channels of the harbor, threatening smaller and less-sturdy vessels, and the situation in the poorer parts of the city begins to grow dire. With the Viscount's blessing, Inquisition teams (particularly mages) are called in to help. Some are assigned to the docks, to clear ice that makes landing and unloading treacherous, others to help escort ships into harbor by melting a path ahead. Others are sent into Lowtown to clear ice and snow and to provide warmth and medical attention where needed. At least one mage is sent with each team, and while many neighborhoods are pleasantly surprised and grateful for the quick work fire glyphs make of cold hearths and frozen streets, a few are unable to overcome their distrust, and refuse the teams entry, determined to take care of their own without the help of dangerous outsiders.
In the last week of the year, a true blizzard strikes, snow falling steadily for more than a day, blanketing the city at least three feet deep. Digging out the Gallows will be a group effort, and most non-essential trips outside the base will be cancelled for a few days until travel is less difficult, while those who reside in the city or elsewhere may be encouraged to stay a night or two in the fortress so they might continue to work without traveling through the storm. But on the first day of Wintermarch the First Day feast goes on as planned, with modest but plentiful food and ale served in the Gallows' dining hall for anyone who wishes to celebrate the new year.
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Haldir moved a little closer to the fire, because he was fairly frozen and it's warmth lapped and called to him. He stood awkwadly, not completely sure where it would be appropriate to sit.
"Thank you for the fire. I will get more wood for you tomorrow."
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The offer of wood is kind, and though her first reaction is to brush it off as not necessary, she thinks she knows him well enough by now to know he would really prefer to repay her, so she ends up saying, "Ma serannas. It's good to stay stocked up on fuel. By the way, would you like to take the flute with you? I know I said it was a gift, but the person who gave it to me isn't in the Inquisition anymore to see me give it away, and I think he'd like to know it's getting some use."
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"Ma Serannas, Ellanna." He said bowing his head a little, before moving to pick up the flute. He brought it to his lips, and then lowered it before looking at her a little cheekily. "I have improved since the time I irritated my brothers. Would it be alright for me to play for just a moment? I am curious to see what sound this flute wishes to make. I can wait as well, if you would prefer."
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The song came to an end after a few moments, and afterward he looked at her, hoping she couldn't see his ineptitude too badly. Compared to the masters in Lorien, he was a very poor artist indeed.
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"That was really good! I can imagine dancing to that. Is it a song with words too?"
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"Do you enjoy dancing? I am afraid I don't really know how myself. It was deemed unsafe due to our position in the trees." He settled, still in front of the fire, but nearer to her this time. He liked her sing-song laughter, and the way her eyes lit up. He found himself smiling fuller and feeling more at ease than he had decades, all because of her company and the homey feel of her room.
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"Go ahead and get out yours again?"
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"I would very much like to see you dance, not matter the style. I'm sure it is breathtaking."
He beamed at her and then rummaged around in his pouch again. Once he has the crystal in hand, he knelt in front of her, and then presented it palm open to her, not knowing what she will do with it once she has it.
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"Okay, well, you need to hold onto it, and this will work easiest if there's a little distance between us, so I'll go out into the hall." She clears her throat and stands, her face still burning a little. "How it works is you either think of the Inquisition as a whole in order to talk to everyone at once, think of a couple of people if it's a message for a few, or think of just one person so it's a personal conversation between the two of you. So I'm going to think of just you out in the hall and then I'll speak into the crystal. You should hear my voice coming from the crystal. Then think of just me in return and say something back."
Without further ado, she steps outside and closes the door behind her. She starts walking down the hall, because if his elf ears are anything like hers, he probably has keen hearing anyway and she doesn't want this to be spoiled from him hearing her through the door. But a moment later her voice appears in the room, coming from Haldir's crystal.
"Hello? Can you hear this?"
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He thought of her striking eyes, who's color reminded him of the forest. Of nature, of life. Sparkling, brimming with emotion. He thought of her lips, rosy and plump after their kiss. Her nose, small and refined, as it brushed against his cheek and then her cheeks, flushed and-
He had to stop himself before he was lost in memory and had to make a rather quick excuse to leave. He cleared his throat, and whispered a little huskily into it. "I hear you, Ellana."
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"Oh, good! So you see, it's as simple as that. Whenever you want me, just call me on the crystal. If I don't answer right away, whatever you say is stored on the crystal and I can hear it later." Ellana glances up and down the hall before adding a bit sheepishly. "I guess I'll come back in now."
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He turned toward the fire, hoping to give himself a few more precious seconds before he has to look at her beautiful face again.
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"There; that was pretty easy, wouldn't you say?"
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Finally mustering up the courage to turn towards her he adds, "Th-Thank you for the demonstration. I am in your debt. Again."
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Sorry this took so long!!! Ah!
He turned, inclining his head. "I will talk my leave, then. My thanks again for your hospitality and your kindness. I will see you tomorrow." He smiled, hoping she wouldn't take his quick departure as being rude. He would look at procuring some food and wine for her tomorrow as well.
It's okay! Worth the wait.
"Sure," she says instead, rising from the mattress and moving to get the door. "I look forward to it." Her gaze moves from his eyes to his lips and then back up again. No, she can't do it. Even though she wants to be bold, he's proven he's a little skittish. She can't give him an impulsive goodbye kiss to see how he reacts.
Oh fuck it! Prepare those lips for smoochin!
"Ellana, I-I do not wish to make you uncomfortable, nor do I wish to overstep again. But-I" he sucked in a breath. He just had to say it. "I wish very much to kiss you again. I admit I have been wrestling with myself since-If-if you would like to..." he looked at her hopefully but also a little like a lamb facing slaughter. "If you do not please tell me and I will not broach the subject again. Your friendship is dear to me..."
Oh my
Instead of answering him with words, she goes up on tiptoe, pressing her lips to his and closing her eyes.
Re: Oh my
His breath was ragged, both from the flood of emotions and his waning contol. He ran the tip of his nose back and forth along hers as their foreheads touched. His hands carressed her face and neck, silently searching, asking for more if she wanted.
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"This isn't what I expected to happen when I went ice skating today," she murmurs, voice cheerful. There are some vague, nagging thoughts in her head that she might want to figure out what courtship means to the Eldar so she's sure they're on the same page, but those are pushed aside in favor of kissing him again. No one can really blame her for that.
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"Nor I. Although I can't say I am unhappy with this developement." He tilted her lips back up to his, deepening the kiss and content just to hold her. He very much enjoyed holding her. And kissing her. And just being with her. He kissed down her neck, and then moved up to nibble her earlobe.
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"H-How do you know how to do that if you've never kissed anyone before?"
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