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Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 12-07-2014
He cocked his head to the side as he considered her offer, bent at the waist and furrowed his brow and clicked his tongue. "It is a very fine thing," he said finally, "but it is still, in the end, a thing. I do not trade for things, pretty girl. What would I do with them, when I have all that I could need?"
He could always trade it to someone else later for something better, but he'd never been much good at delayed gratification.
"You must offer me something I can use – something you will not need, with this new voice of yours. Will you need your eyes, now that you can ask what there is to be seen? Will you need a lovely face, when you have a lovely voice? The steps to dance, when you can have others dance for you?"
Something he could eat, he did not say, because to know that it was gone for good frightened mortals awfully. It was not as if he would have traded them back, anyway, even if he had not taken anything of the sort.
It seemed that he was looming just near enough to be nervous, and so he backed away, moving like a glittering smoke to sit in the grass with one leg crossed over the other. "Surely you have something of the sort that you do not mind giving me. Your mouth, maybe? It cannot carry words, and I could get much more use of it than you."
He could always trade it to someone else later for something better, but he'd never been much good at delayed gratification.
"You must offer me something I can use – something you will not need, with this new voice of yours. Will you need your eyes, now that you can ask what there is to be seen? Will you need a lovely face, when you have a lovely voice? The steps to dance, when you can have others dance for you?"
Something he could eat, he did not say, because to know that it was gone for good frightened mortals awfully. It was not as if he would have traded them back, anyway, even if he had not taken anything of the sort.
It seemed that he was looming just near enough to be nervous, and so he backed away, moving like a glittering smoke to sit in the grass with one leg crossed over the other. "Surely you have something of the sort that you do not mind giving me. Your mouth, maybe? It cannot carry words, and I could get much more use of it than you."
Wisp's Grove - Hobo_Bob - 12-27-2014
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But his next question was a little frightening.
What exactly was he that he would need her eyes or her face. Rip them away from her like a wolf eating the meat of it's fresh kill? Or perhaps more of a figurative taking. Like the curse that bound her voice, gone and yet not completely gone. A hand came up to run the back of her fingers along her cheek while the other gently tugged and rubbed at her earlobe. To not see or have a pretty face to help get her by in this world. Many were cruel to her just because she could not speak, but to not speak and still not see.
Death would be very quick to greet her.
And her pretty face. Ashamed to think it aloud, but it has gotten her safety and comforts in the past because of her looks. To let him have it seemed like too much of a hardship for her in the years to come.
Her hand went to her lips and she paused there. Sure, she could not use her lips to speak, but to let him have it still seemed like a burden she did not want to add to her already complicated lifestyle. Mismatched eyes of lime and violet looked up into the face of the mischievous creature before he as he loomed and then glittered away like so much gold dust.
Presumptuous of him to think that it would be alright to just take whatever it was he thought she did not need. They were her own, and the trade was not entirely fair. It was not his eyes she asked for, simply a way t communicating. Oi!! All this thinking made her head hurt!!
Indiel set her basket on the floor and marched over to the settled elf in the grass. Her shawl slipped from her shoulders, exposing them to the sunlight as she drew closer. Her eyes locked in on his face, staring like a tigress on the prowl. Once she was close enough to touch him, she took a seat upon his lap and moved both hands to grasp his head so she could brush her lips along his.
And once she did, if he did not stop her, a word entered his mind. But it was not a word of his own choosing, it was not even a word in his own mental voice. It was a females voice, wisps of a sound on the edge of the whisper that uttered like an echo in a deep chasm.
< Pompous....>
Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 01-15-2015
She was puzzled, as mortals often were in the face of the Wisp. Sometimes he was more plain in his speech and his manner, but this was not one of those days. It was not a choice that he made, as with most things; the Wisp did not get many choices when it came to manner. He was what he was, what he was wanted to be, and to be anything else required great effort on his part. Effort, energy, and would only make him hungrier.
He did not care if she understood what she was agreeing to, as long as she was agreeing to it. It was the tricky part, that misunderstandings were allowable but lies were not. As long as the misunderstanding got him fed, that was what mattered.
She seemed as if she might be considering giving him her mouth, as he had suggested. It was not an ideal trade, but he would make up what he lost in sustenance with amusement – which was almost as good. It could be terribly boring, waiting around for mortals to make poor decisions. Not boring enough to sacrifice a meal entirely, but part of a meal might be worth it. It wasn't kind, amusing himself at her expense, but even most mortals knew better than to consider fae kind.
Her consideration seemed to give way to annoyance, which did not serve his ends. Though, surprisingly, her response to that annoyance was not to try and leave. Rather, she set herself down in his lap, which was really quite forward for a woman of her sort. But implicitly she had agreed to being touched in return, which made some things easier for him. Even less expected was when she pressed her mouth to his, the voice that filled his mind but not his ears.
"Well," he said, indignant. "Here I have gone through all this trouble to offer you something you already had." He could easily have gotten out from under her if he wanted, but he chose to remain, to keep his form tangible. He may have made himself a little warmer than entirely necessary, because it amused him to see how she would react if he did. "You ought to have told me sooner that you'd no need of what I offered," he said, ignoring that it seemed to require such intimate contact, "and I'd have offered you something better." He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Such troublesome things are mortal women."
He did not care if she understood what she was agreeing to, as long as she was agreeing to it. It was the tricky part, that misunderstandings were allowable but lies were not. As long as the misunderstanding got him fed, that was what mattered.
She seemed as if she might be considering giving him her mouth, as he had suggested. It was not an ideal trade, but he would make up what he lost in sustenance with amusement – which was almost as good. It could be terribly boring, waiting around for mortals to make poor decisions. Not boring enough to sacrifice a meal entirely, but part of a meal might be worth it. It wasn't kind, amusing himself at her expense, but even most mortals knew better than to consider fae kind.
Her consideration seemed to give way to annoyance, which did not serve his ends. Though, surprisingly, her response to that annoyance was not to try and leave. Rather, she set herself down in his lap, which was really quite forward for a woman of her sort. But implicitly she had agreed to being touched in return, which made some things easier for him. Even less expected was when she pressed her mouth to his, the voice that filled his mind but not his ears.
"Well," he said, indignant. "Here I have gone through all this trouble to offer you something you already had." He could easily have gotten out from under her if he wanted, but he chose to remain, to keep his form tangible. He may have made himself a little warmer than entirely necessary, because it amused him to see how she would react if he did. "You ought to have told me sooner that you'd no need of what I offered," he said, ignoring that it seemed to require such intimate contact, "and I'd have offered you something better." He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Such troublesome things are mortal women."
Wisp's Grove - Hobo_Bob - 01-30-2015
Something about curse transference....
Indiel listened to his complaint and could not help but roll her eyes at his disgruntled discussion with himself. There was little she could do now to defend herself or even try to be reasonable. So, instead she sighed and shrugged her shoulders a little while a hand came up to brush hair from his forehead and behind his ear. Much like one would when soothing an upset human, her fingers lightly played in his hair as he pouted and huffed angrily.
He did not push her away to try to move away. He felt solid under her and warm. Which was why perhaps she did not need the shawl for warmth at this time. Taking her time to smooth her hand over his hair, she waited a moment and looked into his face once more to see what his expression would be now.
She wanted to ask him if he was alright. Maybe even ask if he could help her stand once more, but it was rather nice to sit on his lap and not feel the cool air or moist ground chilling her skin. So instead, Indiel settled a little more into his lap and toyed with a bit of his hair.
She chose to sit here, she chose not to move. And yet something told her she should not stay for long if there was going to be no trade....
Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 02-18-2015
There were not many women who wandered into his grove who were as comfortable with contact as she seemed to be. Frightened more than hungry, the ones he usually met. Part of it had been necessity, kissing him as she had. But it was not necessity that had her toying with his hair, that had her making herself so at home in his lap. Perhaps he had made a miscalculation in assuming the desire she wished to sate was a practical one.
She had taken liberties of her own, and fair was fair was fair. To touch as he'd been touched was to take only as much as had been given, and so he experimented. She seemed to like the warmth of him, and so he kept that as it was, like a pleasant sunbeam in the spring. Fingers traced curiously along her jawline, effervescent and hot, pleasurable in ways that mortal touch was not capable.
No more than that, no more than this, but it might yet be enough to coax her into taking more liberties with his person. Or else into asking something of him. Something, anything, whatever might make her want something badly enough to feed him.
"You are so lovely," he said, a purr that invoked wanting as much as expressed it. "But I suppose I really shouldn't."
She had taken liberties of her own, and fair was fair was fair. To touch as he'd been touched was to take only as much as had been given, and so he experimented. She seemed to like the warmth of him, and so he kept that as it was, like a pleasant sunbeam in the spring. Fingers traced curiously along her jawline, effervescent and hot, pleasurable in ways that mortal touch was not capable.
No more than that, no more than this, but it might yet be enough to coax her into taking more liberties with his person. Or else into asking something of him. Something, anything, whatever might make her want something badly enough to feed him.
"You are so lovely," he said, a purr that invoked wanting as much as expressed it. "But I suppose I really shouldn't."
Wisp's Grove - Hobo_Bob - 02-24-2015
The caress was hot, and sent a heat to her body that warmed even the tips of her eye lashes. It was different from when she had last let a gentle hand touch her. Not even close to how it felt now.
Contrasting eyes met with his and a question seemed to burn behind them. A question she couldn't ask without taking his lips once more into her own. More than a need to communicate, Indiel wanted to press her lips to his again. Taste the sweet magic of his lips and speak to him the only way she knew how. Using that dreamy state the mind flickered into when being kissed.
It was a trick, one she had used only twice before out of necessity. Still, a gift horse sometimes needed to be questioned.
Her smile returned as she pressed a hand to the back of his, keeping his fingers along her skin while she leaned into the touch. A hand came up to smooth her own fingers along his bottom lip and then touched her own, hoping he would understand her silent request.
To speak to him again, she told herself.
Nothing more, of course.
Right?
Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 03-29-2015
He did not object to her toying with his hair, because the more liberties she took the more he could take in return. Through the sheer force of her desire for him to have one, a beauty mark appeared in his skin exactly where she thought he ought to have one. So it went with him, becoming what was wanted or expected.
Her request was clear, though silent. Whether her desire was carnal or only to speak, the Wisp did not care for the distinction. His thumb traced her lower lip as she pressed herself into his palm. He leaned his mouth closer to hers, slid his hand to the side of her neck as he kissed first the corners of her mouth. Then his lips sealed to hers, tongue tasting her skin.
His other hand met her hip, urged her closer so that she would press herself to him. More contact meant more sensation, more nerve endings that he could make come alive. He tasted like honey, sweet and soft; mortal flesh was lovely, but he wanted more.
What, he had not yet decided. But an opportunity would present itself, he was sure. Mortals did love to say impetuous things in the throes of pleasure.
Wisp's Grove - Hobo_Bob - 04-05-2015
He held her to him, keeping her where she sat across his legs. Her hand released his once he held the side of her neck, pulling her closer to him or perhaps she leaned into him. Either way, the feeling of his lips along her skin - first to the dimples of her lips - and then to take her breath away once more with a kiss. Not hurried or angry this time. Slow and testing, seeing what felt nice and what seemed to make him pleased.
One free hand pressed to his back, smoothing along the material that covered his skin while the other gently grasped onto his elbow. Indiel leaned closer to him as his hand requested. The one that kept her from ending the kiss too soon as well as the one on her hip.
Still, it was a little hard to think of what she wanted to ask with the taste of him once more. Sweet and natural, like honey glazed bread. Warm. Or Hot. It was so hard to think straight...
<You ask for a trade....to give anything of my person would entail what? Hmm~.....it is hard to talk trade like this...>Once she was able, she ducked her head a little to free her lips from his. Her forehead pressed to his, nuzzling into his cheek while she quietly caught her breath and yet remained pressed against him as best she could.
Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 07-05-2015
The Wisp was always very good at kissing people senseless. Better, still, when he was Jack. Not just those things that he could always do, his skin like sunlight and his touch intoxicating. But Jack had a tongue that could draw interesting shapes in interesting places, soft lips like an invitation, teeth sharp as his ears.
When she pulled her mouth from his, he brushed his cheek along hers, running his tongue along the curve of her ear before catching the lobe briefly in his teeth. "It is very easy," he assured her, soothing and inviting. "Only tell me something that you do not want any longer," he said, "and I will take it. It won't hurt. You may not even notice it's gone. And then you can have anything you want."
He kissed gently down from her ear, along her neck with a nip to her skin. Fingers pressed against her skin urged warmth to wind its way up her spine, a languorous tingle. He could not, directly, make her want him. No love spells or their ilk. That would be cheating, by the vague rules by which the Wisp operated. But to make her want him with his touch, with invocations of what might be hers if only she gave into temptation…
It was no more than any mortal man might do. It was only that he was much better equipped to do it. It was hard to compete with a physical manifestation of desire.
Wisp's Grove - Hobo_Bob - 08-13-2015
She knew what he could take, it would make little difference to her one way or the next since she could not use it anyways. Not gone, but simply blocked. But could he, would he if given the chance.
His hands on her skin, pulling her body closer to him was not helping her decide. And she needed to, before she gave permissions to other things she would need or use.
Ghasping as her breasts made contact with his chest, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting him work his way along her neck. Her heart raced against her chest, cheeks flush from both embarrassment and her need. More warmth spread along her body, hitting places she forgot had feeling. Fingers grasped at him, holding herself up as her body quaked at the intensity she physically felt for the being that held her in his arms. Half turning her into goo.
Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 08-23-2015
It was working, but perhaps a little too well. She had agreed to nothing, except that she was enjoying his ministrations; acceptance was not a request, and it was a request that he needed. It was not her flesh that he hungered for, after all. If it was, he might simply take it; the moment was perfect for that.
He needed her to surrender more than just her body, and a balance was needed. A little bit of mindless desire… but not too much. And clearly, this was too much.
He glittered again as he withdrew from her, a shimmer in the shape of a person that drifted away like a breeze, leaving her alone on the grass. He reformed not far from her, sitting in the same lazy posture, hands against the ground to hold him up. His tunic, this time, was gone. Dark skin contrasted with the pale ivory of his tights, a bend to one knee and the heel of his boot in the dirt. The leaving of her might have been too much, might have dampened the fire in her entirely. Hopefully the sight of his skin would help.
Alas, that women were always so much trickier than men.
"Have you thought of a trade?" he asked, all feigned innocence, knowing perfectly well that she could not tell him if she had. Not unless she came over and kissed him again, as she had before. And well she might, if only for the sake of kissing him again.
He needed her to surrender more than just her body, and a balance was needed. A little bit of mindless desire… but not too much. And clearly, this was too much.
He glittered again as he withdrew from her, a shimmer in the shape of a person that drifted away like a breeze, leaving her alone on the grass. He reformed not far from her, sitting in the same lazy posture, hands against the ground to hold him up. His tunic, this time, was gone. Dark skin contrasted with the pale ivory of his tights, a bend to one knee and the heel of his boot in the dirt. The leaving of her might have been too much, might have dampened the fire in her entirely. Hopefully the sight of his skin would help.
Alas, that women were always so much trickier than men.
"Have you thought of a trade?" he asked, all feigned innocence, knowing perfectly well that she could not tell him if she had. Not unless she came over and kissed him again, as she had before. And well she might, if only for the sake of kissing him again.
Wisp's Grove - Hobo_Bob - 09-20-2015
Perhaps luckily for her, he vanished from underneath her once more. Her bottom fell onto the grass and she nearly fell over from leaning into where he used to be, the tingling behind her ears then turn into an itch. Her eyes opened wide to look for him, catching the shimmer of him drift away and yet remain somewhat close by. Indiel looked at him past heavy lidded eyes, wanting to see what the very idea was and feeling embarrassed about her behavior. He had touched her where so many cursed her very existence. And then he left her, looking proud of himself. Or was that just as he always appeared? Sighing to herself, she sat up and went about straightening her gown and hair. Nothing was very much out of place, but it was something to do while she let the feelings along her skin burn away.
Or at least they should, right?
He sat as he always had, that relaxed posture that showed his lack of caring about what he had done to her not long past. What she had wanted to do more of but not dare move or get up much less look up at him. The view of the skin she had been mere centimeters away from touching suddenly exposed and readily available for her to view. Or touch if she would. And he perhaps thought that she would, seeing as he asked her a question in which the only way she could reply to him was to kiss him again.
And she might have too, if only to taste him once more. Alas, her only reply was to nod and looked away from him once more to fix the skirt of her dress, running her hands along the material if only to put something back into place. As well as to not feel that animal magnetism he so obviously possessed.
RE: Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 11-09-2015
He grinned as he saw her thrown off-balance by the sudden loss of him, the flush that rose in her cheeks. Shame, either that she was clumsy or that she was wanton; maybe both.
Embarrassed, ashamed, but she wanted him still. How could she not, when every aspect of him was carefully calculated to be wanted? It would take far greater strength than hers to resist such a thing. Still, her desire created an ache in him, a desire of his own to see hers fulfilled. Mingled desire, blurring the lines between who wanted what.
But he, still, was hungry. It was not a hunger that she shared, and so he would cling to it as something altogether his own.
She straightened her skirts and fixed her hair, and looked for all the world like a cat pretending that it had not lost its balance. A peculiar comparison, when he did not care for cats. Trying not to look at him, at the look on his face or the skin he'd now bared for her, as if she could stop herself from wanting. As if it were not too late for her.
Still, he frowned when she only nodded in silence. Not an answer, not a request; not something that he could use. And he could hardly go kissing her to make her tell him. Not against the rules, necessarily, but not within the bounds in which he made agreements. These things could be very fickle, at times.
"Are you going to tell me?" he coaxed. "I have tried playing guessing games with you before, and I did not care for it." He grinned. "Or maybe you are embarrassed. Is what you want as shameful as that? I promise not to judge."
Embarrassed, ashamed, but she wanted him still. How could she not, when every aspect of him was carefully calculated to be wanted? It would take far greater strength than hers to resist such a thing. Still, her desire created an ache in him, a desire of his own to see hers fulfilled. Mingled desire, blurring the lines between who wanted what.
But he, still, was hungry. It was not a hunger that she shared, and so he would cling to it as something altogether his own.
She straightened her skirts and fixed her hair, and looked for all the world like a cat pretending that it had not lost its balance. A peculiar comparison, when he did not care for cats. Trying not to look at him, at the look on his face or the skin he'd now bared for her, as if she could stop herself from wanting. As if it were not too late for her.
Still, he frowned when she only nodded in silence. Not an answer, not a request; not something that he could use. And he could hardly go kissing her to make her tell him. Not against the rules, necessarily, but not within the bounds in which he made agreements. These things could be very fickle, at times.
"Are you going to tell me?" he coaxed. "I have tried playing guessing games with you before, and I did not care for it." He grinned. "Or maybe you are embarrassed. Is what you want as shameful as that? I promise not to judge."
RE: Wisp's Grove - Hobo_Bob - 11-25-2015
Knowing that to reply to his question was to sit close to the object of her current attention and press her lips to his skin. It didn't really have to be just his lips. A kiss to the back of his hand or shoulder would do the trick. But often it was the lips since it was both pleasurable and easily accessible when the body was covered. Most men did not remove their clothing the way he seemed to so easily. The shirt was gone, no here to be found. A figment of whatever it was he wanted once more.
He seemed to do that often, change how he was and what he was as easily as one removed clothes. Only to put something else on.
He was both wanted and needed, yet feared and suspicious as she cooled off alone in the grass. The heat in her body ached and pulled at her to return to him, to let him take whatever it was if only to get more of whatever he could give. Sighing as she peeled her eyes from her skirt to his face, she smiled ruefully. Her hands signed to him what she wanted.
Motioning to her lips and then to the back of her neck.
But as before, it seemed to be the one thing he could not do. A curse not made by the one that tries to remove it would be nearly impossible.
Being at an inpass, she slowly stood and dusted off her bottom. Hands feeling their way down from her waist to the middle of her calfs so she could fix what had been rumpled. The little shawl was found and lifted to wrap around her chilling body. Seeking a bit more of the warmth it might have left before she let it fall into the dirt. Though it was not dirty.
Words would be said, and she mentally said them to him. Not to his questions it seemed as if she was ignoring him while she prepared to depart again. Albet painfully against her screaming hormones and the tingle in her lower stomach
RE: Wisp's Grove - Tindome - 11-27-2015
His frown returned as she once again indicated the curse that bound her tongue, the one thing that it seemed he could not take from her. She knew that as well as he did, so why would she ask for it?
Then she started to stand, to collect her things, as if readying herself to leave.
Oh, no no no. That would not do at all. Absolutely not, not when he had done his best to be a gracious and careful host. He, too, moved to stand, became as he did so another glimmer in the wind until he reformed kneeling at her feet. "You cannot mean to leave me so soon?" he asked, his eyes wide and brown and pleading. "And emptyhanded, when I have offered you so much?" Though he certainly had not offered them for free.
He was still only half-dressed.
"Do you not want me?" he asked more directly, sounding hurt. "Is it that I do not please you? Only tell me how you might like me better, and I would be happy to oblige."
This was not strictly accurate. It did not please him, necessarily, to change himself according to the whims of others. But it pleased him to eat, and so he could not but be willing to do what was necessary.
"I would be so sad, lovely lady, to see you leave me like this. Won't you stay? Take some time to think on the matter?"
Time to get comfortable, time to get thirsty, time to get hungry; time to drink of his grove or eat of its fruit or yearn for his lips once more. Not too much time, but just a little more – surely he would not need more than that.
Then she started to stand, to collect her things, as if readying herself to leave.
Oh, no no no. That would not do at all. Absolutely not, not when he had done his best to be a gracious and careful host. He, too, moved to stand, became as he did so another glimmer in the wind until he reformed kneeling at her feet. "You cannot mean to leave me so soon?" he asked, his eyes wide and brown and pleading. "And emptyhanded, when I have offered you so much?" Though he certainly had not offered them for free.
He was still only half-dressed.
"Do you not want me?" he asked more directly, sounding hurt. "Is it that I do not please you? Only tell me how you might like me better, and I would be happy to oblige."
This was not strictly accurate. It did not please him, necessarily, to change himself according to the whims of others. But it pleased him to eat, and so he could not but be willing to do what was necessary.
"I would be so sad, lovely lady, to see you leave me like this. Won't you stay? Take some time to think on the matter?"
Time to get comfortable, time to get thirsty, time to get hungry; time to drink of his grove or eat of its fruit or yearn for his lips once more. Not too much time, but just a little more – surely he would not need more than that.