Post by Malakai on Aug 14, 2012 2:52:29 GMT -5
Liam has always had a way with words where Malakai had struggled. Though she may be a versed politician, creating endless lines and shapes it was only a matter of warping what already existed. Even as a child she'd never been quite the story-teller. Much more inclined to repeat word for word the tales of other woe or merry legend.
But whatever normal feelings of being outdone or usurped she might have had under normal circumstance are dulled into a forgotten throbbing with the help of the expensive wine. Its nowhere near enough to get her drunk, but it strays her tongue from her beady teeth.
With a breath of fresh air she notices for the first time his apartment taste like exotic fruits and once upon a time exotic women.
I never shoulda let ye from me bosom, should I.' That's what she would tell me."
Liam finishes, and Malakai does not have any sarcastic or shaky retort. She is settling enough to recline comfortably in her chair and cross her leg's at the ankle. But it wouldnt be like Malakai not to say anything, although the air around her voice is rich and playful as she responds, "I cant say I see it in you! Aye, I suspect as sweet as a green apple." and laughs.
Liam disappears into the kitchenette to grab the last of the bottle, graciously filling up her glass with the remainder. Malakai can hardly recall when she let him take it - but she does not turn down the wine as he offers it to her. Grateful for a distraction perhaps. There are too many things she worries and frets about on a daily basis. It frays her nerves dull, and she must always be sharp. A little vacation, or atleast ''coping'' is welcomed with open arms.
"What? Is it such a sin to wonder how the great stoic woman I have known for nigh on, Oh, fifty years? Sixty? Is it such a sin to wonder how she would make love?"
Liam grazes her hip and Malakai moves over. Allowing the irish man friendly intimacy as they converse. A rare reward for his musings. One not often offered.
"Not a sin --" She begins, rambling as she touches lip to her full glass. "Perverse however. Although I shouldnt speak much of the devil, I am no better." Before Lyra she'd had strong feelings when it'd come to sexual interaction with the same gender. No years of lust or social acceptance would have swayed her it was ''right'', but love oddly enough had. Truly slaying the foulest of dragons.
"I assume it's very much like your rutting with your late wife." She says absently, tongue far too loose for her liking. " Except," she begins, eyes full of comical memory and infatuation. Somewhere down the animal inside promising to lie all kill and threat at the fairy's feet. "Lyra's got the most beautiful climax I have ever heard, given I'd only heard a few prior to her -" Most of them blanketed with bloodlust and glory, "No angel sings as heavenly as she does."
But pauses doe-eyed when something dawns on her and she reddens with embarrassment. "Liam! Be appropriate!" And she sets to narrowing her eyes and glaring at him effectively. How appropriate the fox would take advantage of her intoxication! And that somehow she'd allowed it.
"With that wit of yours I could make you a very rich man."
But whatever normal feelings of being outdone or usurped she might have had under normal circumstance are dulled into a forgotten throbbing with the help of the expensive wine. Its nowhere near enough to get her drunk, but it strays her tongue from her beady teeth.
With a breath of fresh air she notices for the first time his apartment taste like exotic fruits and once upon a time exotic women.
I never shoulda let ye from me bosom, should I.' That's what she would tell me."
Liam finishes, and Malakai does not have any sarcastic or shaky retort. She is settling enough to recline comfortably in her chair and cross her leg's at the ankle. But it wouldnt be like Malakai not to say anything, although the air around her voice is rich and playful as she responds, "I cant say I see it in you! Aye, I suspect as sweet as a green apple." and laughs.
Liam disappears into the kitchenette to grab the last of the bottle, graciously filling up her glass with the remainder. Malakai can hardly recall when she let him take it - but she does not turn down the wine as he offers it to her. Grateful for a distraction perhaps. There are too many things she worries and frets about on a daily basis. It frays her nerves dull, and she must always be sharp. A little vacation, or atleast ''coping'' is welcomed with open arms.
"What? Is it such a sin to wonder how the great stoic woman I have known for nigh on, Oh, fifty years? Sixty? Is it such a sin to wonder how she would make love?"
Liam grazes her hip and Malakai moves over. Allowing the irish man friendly intimacy as they converse. A rare reward for his musings. One not often offered.
"Not a sin --" She begins, rambling as she touches lip to her full glass. "Perverse however. Although I shouldnt speak much of the devil, I am no better." Before Lyra she'd had strong feelings when it'd come to sexual interaction with the same gender. No years of lust or social acceptance would have swayed her it was ''right'', but love oddly enough had. Truly slaying the foulest of dragons.
"I assume it's very much like your rutting with your late wife." She says absently, tongue far too loose for her liking. " Except," she begins, eyes full of comical memory and infatuation. Somewhere down the animal inside promising to lie all kill and threat at the fairy's feet. "Lyra's got the most beautiful climax I have ever heard, given I'd only heard a few prior to her -" Most of them blanketed with bloodlust and glory, "No angel sings as heavenly as she does."
But pauses doe-eyed when something dawns on her and she reddens with embarrassment. "Liam! Be appropriate!" And she sets to narrowing her eyes and glaring at him effectively. How appropriate the fox would take advantage of her intoxication! And that somehow she'd allowed it.
"With that wit of yours I could make you a very rich man."