What happens when the cup fails? (Ana/pm to join)

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Built high in the massive branches of Taldera's bloodwood forest, The Spires is a city crafted by the peaceful and scholarly Jamoura. Considered a haven for scholars and sages Mizahar-wide, The Spires is a mecca of philosophy and science that draws people from far and wide with its promise of deeper thinking and higher reasoning.

What happens when the cup fails? (Ana/pm to join)

Postby Ximal on January 23rd, 2013, 3:15 am

Xi felt himself being pushed away from her the small hands on his chest. His shirt had ridden up to bare his broad chest infront of her and his eye's stayed locked on her face as the dark red flush sprawled out over her, He took the hand which was stroking her side and instead went to hug her waist he could feel his eye lids growing heavier and heavier. His arm slipped beneath her back and pulled her closer again his left supporting arm buckled and he felt himself rolling to the side before slipping his arm beneath her head. Rolling the pair of the to the side his left arm beneath her head and acting as a bracer for her back. his right arm along the back of her waist and his palm resting openly upon her backside holding her in a very tight hug against him. The two cloaks one acting like a mat for them and his massive cloak acting like a blanket for the pair of them. Smiling lightly he felt his eye's close as he squeezed her in a hug. Before attempting to speak to her lightly, and then fialign due to the swift warmth of a liro-less and worry-less sleep falling over him as he held her tightly more like a child with a teddy bear, than a pair of lovers. Breathing lightly his lips curled to have him look like he was smiling in his deep sleep.
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Postby Ana Sol Starris on January 23rd, 2013, 4:09 am



Next thing she knew, Ana was being cuddled like a childs toy, bound tightly to him in a way that was both adorable, and insufferable. The arm which held her back, and her chest to his chest prevented her from squirming out, whilst the hand on her rump layed lightly there, she felt a sort of dissapointment bubble into her form and into the shape of hot tears. Ana batted at Ximals chest with a hand as best as she could, this wasn't fair, it was not fair at all how which just happened- happened. Why? Ana lamented in her anger towards him, their clothes were slightly disshelved, and they had been kissing so passionately, albeit lop-sidedly, before. Why now did he decide to fall asleep? Just because she had said 'stop' ?

Ana struggled, and wiggled to get out of his grasp but found that his arms were so entangled around her form, and that while one arm was free, the other was not. What were they to do all night? Sleep outside in the cold? Not even body heat could keep them warm, the fear and the worry pierced her mind like a blade into that of a gut, ripping, and tearing at all vital organs. Her mind was alive, and stirred up, she was more awake than she had ever been, not even sleep weary limbs, and tired eyelids could bid her to sleep over these matters. Ana layed her head on Ximal's chest, biting her lip, this was not the way she had wanted it to go- they were going to freeze to death in eachothers arms.

"Dammit Ximal" Ana whispered, frustrated both mentally, and physically now "petch, petch, petch, petch.." she buried her forehead into his chest, trying not to cry.

There was, of course, a really wooly, furry like blanket above them that offered catching and keeping the heat in, and then her own cloak below that offered to stem away the icy clutches of the frozen ground. But how long would it take for that cold, on all, and every side of themselves to sneak in like a thief in the night, to steal that precious heat away from them when they were sleeping long and hard. What then? Ana squeezed her eyes shut, moving to shove her free arm into Ximals clutches and then hug him tightly, perhaps sharing warmth would work very well? Or maybe not at all.. Ana had no idea what would happen, bells could have passed already.

She peeked above to try and glimpse at his face, but the dark of night masked any feature the man once had in the light of day. The rise and fall of his chest was slow, and deep, the small snores escaped him, loud breathing, she sometimes felt random wisps of his breath wind their way down on top of her head. There was not much for Ana to do besides listen to him, her frets and worries over freezing in the night were soon over comed by a pounding in Ximals chest, a beat, and rythmetic pattern of a drum, and then swooshing quietly. Her own tired body starting to regress and relax into his hold, but she only tightened her arms around him. Eyes drooping, just as his had.

Sleep would not come easily, she was too busy keeping a watchful eye on his movements, and a keen ear to his heart beating in his chest. He would really hear it from her when he woke up, she would make sure he would. There were a few times during the night however, where she dozed off lightly for a bell or two at a time from complete and utter boredom, to only be woken up by slight movements made by him. Reminded painfully of what she had gotten herself into. That when she heard someone call out to them, a deep, Jamouran voice, Ana felt a relief like no other; the insomnia which gripped the thief finally let her go, to pass out cold in Ximal's arms.

Reassured the both of them would be brought to somewheres, alive... To where, they wouldn't know until they woke up.
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What happens when the cup fails? (Ana/pm to join)

Postby Limey on March 3rd, 2013, 10:51 pm

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Rhetoric 2 Drink To Forget... Drink To Remember
Investigation 1 Slow Poison Of Self-Hatred
Observation 2 Stripped Bare
Did They Even Care To Look?
Knowing Someone Cares
Ana: Strange Confidant
Should Stop... But Don't


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Observation 2 Ximal: Self-Destructor
Persuasion 3 Extreme Measures
Not Such A Blessing, Knowing Your Father
Move On From The Past
Exchange A Truth For A Truth
Trapped In Savage Memories
Vestiges Of Self-Control


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In Vino Veritas (Or Just Hate, Anger And Bitterness)
Truth Is Overrated
Two Lonely Souls In The Cold
Take Solace Wherever You Can Find It
Just A Kiss In The Moonlight
Way To Kill The Moment, Xi...

Additional Notes :
Nice work again, guys, I liked how this progressed. Xi, mind your spelling and punctuation errors... and no, I don't mean when you were drunk slurring, ha! Like I said, this was a good piece, and the kiss wasn't rushed, which was cool.


Any questions or queries, please PM me.
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