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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 2:37 am
Being suddenly mortal and vulnerable to the passage of time had been a shock for sure...it had taken a long time for her to adjust to the idea. Already she was far older than any mortal should be, thankfully she had not seen any real signs of aging just yet. "Huh. I've heard of telepathy before in stories, but never met anyone who could accomplish something like that."
She was tempted, very tempted, to rest her head against his shoulder. "Maybe, but I doubt I would have not developed the skill much had I not been offered the opportunity of following the Druidic path."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 2:43 am
He patted her shoulder gently. "Telepathy's the most common kind of power at home. I'd say that you should go, but you probably shouldn't. It's really cold there... not too many trees." Aska grinned a bit and sipped at his drink, then on impulse turned to kiss the side of her head. "Hardly any place for a druid, I'd think." Another thing from the stories. Maybe the entirety of his world mythology came from this world of Azeroth. He had to smother a laugh at the idea; no one ever mentioned the wind people having purple skin. But at the same time, it would have been nice to have a grounding in Whisteria's homeworld before trading stories about home, anyway.
"You're really good at what you do, anyway, apparently. Althai said so, and he's the God of Healing. He ought to know." Come to think of it, he hadn't heard from Althai recently. Maybe he'd stormed off in disgust. The gem still remained sunk into his skin, though, so it wasn't like he'd altogether suddenly rejected Aska.
That was both nice and entirely shitty. Aska sighed, thinking about it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 3:07 am
Whisteria glanced away shyly and her cheeks flushed a deeper purple when he kissed her. She gave into the temptation to rest her head on his shoulder, if only to hide her blush. "I've been to Northrend and survived, it can't be worse than that." In particular it couldn't be worse than Icecrown, the frozen wasteland at the northern end of the world. Of course, he would have no real reference as to where she was talking about.
"Ah...that explains the questions then." She smiled a little and sighed, at least she figured Healing would be a compassionate god and not make him suffer. It was a shame though, Aska being such a kind man and all.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 3:37 am
He smiled a little, taking another sip of his drink as he thought about it. "I guess so," he said, carefully not shrugging so as not to dislocate the Night Elf leaning on his shoulder. That was when he looked down to see her hands, and their very...
He cocked his head a bit, making a face. "Do you have tattoos?" Aska finally set down the glass and took Whisteria's hands into his, examining them more carefully. They looked like they were covered by tree bark, but closer inspection revealed that her hands certainly did not feel like tree bark--they just felt like skin. Very soft skin, which was nice, he thought. "I don't think I've ever seen a pattern like this."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 3:46 am
"Around my eyes, as you no doubt have noticed. On my hands...that is just a reminder...of a gift, a power, that I cannot reach anymore. It was so easy before, I'm not sure what changed. Usually I keep them covered up, but this gown doesn't have sleeves and no use wearing my armor gloves to a party." Perhaps it was the nightmares, the fear, the alcohol or it might have been something else entirely. "I used to be able to bind myself closer to the land and become a treant...a walking, talking tree essentially. I could draw more power that way and strengthen my healing gift."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 3:53 am
Ah. That was a great deal sadder than he'd expected, and he huffed out a sigh. "Didn't mean to bring up something painful," he said, kissing her palm as gently as he could--just a brush of his lips over the skin of her hand. "I'm sorry." How could anyone lose their powers? He supposed if they came from somewhere else then, perhaps, that might be a possibility--but the thought of losing one's powers seemed rather horrifying, if one had them.
"It's a lovely gown, anyway, and the markings are interesting to look at," he told her, offering her a tentative smile just to see if she'd return it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:02 am
"It's alright, you needn't apologize." Silver eyes widened a bit when he kissed her hand. No man, Kaldorei or otherwise, had been so gentle and affectionate with her in a long time. "I still feel that form, kind of like its just beneath the skin. So I still have hope that I will get it back one day."
She did smile back at him. "Truth be told, its really old and well worn armor, so the leather is too soft to be really protective anymore."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:28 am
Aska wanted to do a happy dance when he saw her smile at him, but instead he pulled together all his Dignity and said, "Well, if you ever need a hand, I'll be around." He paused, finished the drink and set it down--he wasn't drunk, per say, but everything seemed pleasantly fuzzy and distant. "Not sure how much use you'd get out of me. I'm really only good for art tutoring and blood sacrifices, I suppose." He hadn't let go of her hands, but this seemed alright to him; he ran his thumbs over the back of her palms, pleased as punch. "Maybe you should get new made, in case you need it," he suggested of the armor.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:39 am
Whisteria smiled a little brighter. "Come now, even I can tell your good for more than just those things and I've just met you really." She wasn't really drunk either, but it had been enough to make things pleasant and hazy. Years ago it would've taken at least twice that much to get her to feel anything. Still, it was enough to do something more than a little bold. She leaned over and kissed him, it was just a soft and gentle one, not wanting to leap too far over any boundaries.
As for the armor, that had already been done just before she left the military and said armor was currently squirreled away with her other belongings.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:50 am
The kiss was a surprise, but a welcome one; one hand which had curled around hers came up to cradle her face, a habit he'd developed very long ago, in a world that had never seemed farther away. "I am very good with my hands," he informed her in little more than a murmur. Setting his forehead on hers--he imagined had his curls not gotten in the way, it might have been strange to feel such long eyebrows against his skin. "Did you mean to do that?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 5:01 am
"Somehow, I don't doubt that." She turned her head a little and nuzzled against his hand, a gesture that might seem reminiscent of a feline, but it too was an old habit. Her voice was soft as well and she seemed a little sheepish all of a sudden, a light flush crossing her cheeks again. "And, yes, I did...not sure what possessed me to do it though. It just felt right." No, that didn't sound terribly cliche at all! Her eyes closed and she sighed softly. At the very least he hadn't reacted badly, that was something?
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 7:23 am
It didn't sound all that cliche, and Aska smiled as he tucked her up closer on the loveseat. "I agree," he said, tipping her chin up so he could kiss her once more. He'd decided he rather liked it, and it seemed like a rather good idea to kiss her again.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 7:40 am
Whisteria hadn't expected that reaction, but certainly wasn't about to argue! She made little pleased noise when his lips brushed against hers, her arms sliding around him. Oh yes, this certainly was nice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:31 am
Well... she certainly seemed to like it too, and that heartened Aska more than just a bit. If he was honest, for all he'd done his best to reform himself, going completely cold turkey didn't work too great--and with a willing woman tugging him close like that, he wasn't sure he could say no if he wanted to. Which he didn't--making it an utter non-issue. Without quite drawing away, he asked her, "Do you mind...?"
It seemed she didn't. Hours passed but they felt like only moments as the two bodies became one.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 1:01 am
Whisteria had fallen asleep cuddled up against Aska, head resting against his shoulder and one arm wrapped around him. Though, when they woke in the morning what he found next to him wouldn't exactly be the elf woman that had been there the night before. In her place would be a rather large feline, which if he took the time to look at he would see familiar leaf shaped markings on the furred face, just over the eyes. Shapeshifting to sleep was a habit the druidess acquired long ago on military campaigns, it left her less vulnerable when she was in an unfamiliar place. Last night she hadn't shifted on purpose, it had happened after she had fallen asleep.
She was half awake, not wanting to move too much lest she wake the handsome man that slept beside her. Still, something was bound to wake him eventually, whether it be the feel of a feline nose against his shoulder or the gentle brush of a her tail against his leg. For now though, since he still seemed to be deep asleep she started to doze again.
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