Completed Definition (Jorin Erithan)

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

Definition (Jorin Erithan)

Postby Rinya on December 3rd, 2013, 5:07 am

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It seemed no matter how their emotions twisted, they always ended up exactly where they were now. Kissing each other as if it was the end of Mizahar. There had been numerous times when some kind of negative emotion had rifted between them, and yet Rinya found herself wrapped up in him. For once he didn’t tell her that she didn’t have to apologize to him—he just kissed her back and muttered that he loved her. The whole night had flipped them around, and really she couldn’t think of a better way to unwind. Of course one thing almost always led to another…

Jorin shifted and it took Rinya a moment to notice they were lying down. He refused to loosen his grip however, and there wasn’t any space between them. Considering how she had shoved him away, it was a drastic change. But the kissing most certainly did not stop. Without much room to move, Rinya simply focused her efforts on feeling him. Unfortunately for her, much like Jorin’s anger, they were burning too quickly through each other, they weren’t focused enough on a steady route. Rinya finally had to pull herself away from him with a groan, gasping for breath.

She could barely hum in acknowledgment when Jorin said her name, eyes closed and face pressed into his collarbone as she tried to reassemble her thoughts. For a moment she didn’t quite understand what he meant by another person being in the condo with them—surely one of them would have noticed that a long time ago. The more he forged on however, the stiffer she became in his arms. It would have been easy, to get angry at him for bringing Farline up yet again. She already knew where that petching woman belonged—the fact he kept bringing her up was starting to worry her a little.

Why it was so hard for him to excise Farline from himself she would never understand—at least not fully. But much to her own bitterness it was still hard to accept that Jorin had actually loved that woman. It would have been difficult for her if Jorin was like Farline. Falling in love with him only to be thrown out by him when he grew bored. But in that same vein—Rinya wasn’t like Jorin. She fought back, and hated it when people stepped over her like she was insignificant. Hate wasn’t something she generally did, but when she did do it… Rinya could be very commited.

The fact the woman tried to play them against each other wasn’t surprising. After the way Rinya had thrown the ‘humiliation’ in her face—or perhaps that was before? It didn’t actually matter in the long run. Rinya knew that Farline liked to poke at Jorin’s weaknesses… costing him his job was one of them. But the fact she had actually done this to him at Beautyfest… She wasn’t sure if Farline played the game to simply win, or just as an excuse to be cruel. After all despite everything—Jorin never actually wronged Farline. Her excuse to make his life a living hai simply because of her… Apparently everything Farline found as low she couldn’t actually distinguish in herself.

”I know it’s not a fear I can fix…” Rinya sighed. At least not completely. There were some things that ended up so deeply ingrained into a person that it was just part of who they were. Though Rinya wasn’t happy of the slightest comparison to her and Farline. While yes tonight there had been thought of how to handle their situation—Rinya would have tried to make it work first. Unless Jorin had been the one to back out. Unconsciously Rinya ran her fingers down between them until the rested across her favorite part of him. Feeling his heart beat beneath her fingers.

How did she tell him he was more than good enough? He was trying so hard to rationalize right now that she wouldn’t have even loved him if he wasn’t good enough. He was more than good enough, but Rinya knew no matter how many times she said it—he’d still feel it. The pain and fear from him twisted in her stomach hard and Rinya shook her head slightly. ”You’ve said it before Jorin. That we were meant to be together. There isn’t anyone ‘better’ for me than you—if nothing else tonight just proved that.” He tried to something completely against the grain of his thinking for her—even if his stubbornness came from wanting to protect her.

”We belong together. Being good enough… she can argue with me until she’s blue in the face—or bleeding for that matter—about all the things she says you’re not.” Rinya wished she could see his face. She wanted to be able to look him in the eye when she said this to him, but there wasn’t much choice. ”Maybe you aren’t the tallest male. Or the strongest. But I don’t need someone just… physically strong. Riches don’t mean anything to me—I’ve lived in the woods and been completely happy.”

Sliding her free hand across his skin until she reached his face, she mimicked his motions from earlier, stroking his face. ”I need someone gentle. Who can forgive my temper, and understand that I can’t always say what I mean. I don’t just want you Jorin. I need you. I don’t just… survive anymore. I live.” Rinya gave a small shrug. The words were nowhere near as flowery as Jorin’s. He always managed to put their love into poems, though she didn’t think he realized it.

Her words were just facts. Completely true, but they seemed to fall flat to her ears. But she didn’t resist his second kiss. Like she had just told him—she didn’t just want—she needed this.
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Definition (Jorin Erithan)

Postby Jorin Ertihan on December 3rd, 2013, 6:00 am

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Jorin knew Rinya would not be happy with him bringing Farline into the mix yet again. She'd been very upset the last time he did and it was why he studiously refused to say her name. Yet despite that, during that entire part of their conversation, her presence hung like a black cloud over both their heads. Jorin had promised to excise her from his heart, their relationship, and hopefully their lives. And he decided to start right there, at that moment, by never mentioning her again if he could at all help it. As far as he was concerned, Farline no longer existed.

It would be a difficult promise to keep, but he figured the most important ones always were. And really, the only difficulty would be the fact that he no longer had a point of reference for their relationship. He'd have to play everything by ear, no longer relying on a previous romance to go by. But, really, was that such a great loss? Nothing from his previous relationship had any bearing on this one; every single significant event had played out completely differently.

Rinya was trying so hard to convince him he was good enough, but he knew that she knew his fear would never fully disappear, as he'd said. It was just... so ingrained. So many years of being told how he was inferior, how this man or that man was better than him in some fashion or other. Either by his father, comparing him to other children whose mathematical acumen exceeded his own, or by Farline, who with small innocuous comments implied he was somehow less of a man then her latest conquest.

But there was also his bond with Rinya to consider. She was pouring her love for him into it, and he knew she saw him as not just good enough, but the only one. And that meant a great deal to him, that she'd hold him in such light. If she could see the value in him, maybe he might be able to try to see the value in himself. He might never fully get over this fear, but Rinya certainly went a long way in allaying it.

"Of course I can forgive your temper, Rinya, because your love is just as fierce and just as strong. Of course I understand you can't always say what you mean, but you're still an honest person who always shows me her true heart." Jorin did not know how he could respond to her comment about not just surviving, but living. He paused a moment before replying.

"I guess for us, value in life isn't about Mizas or might. I wouldn't trade our love for anything. So I guess we both make each other feel alive. And I suppose, that's what real love does."

Their second kiss wasn't nearly as desperate. While their fiery kisses were certainly fierce and loving, they also caused them both to burn out too quickly. So as he felt Rinya's hand cover his heart, he kissed her strongly but gently, making sure to savor all the delicate feelings that crossed the bond as he did it. This was, after all, still about communication. There was just one thing that he wanted to do.

"Rinya," he murmured against her lips. "I think we might be more comfortable in our bed."

With that, he shuffled them off the bed, never allowing much space between them the whole way to the end. At the last possible moment, he dipped his feet to the ground, swinging both arms underneath her to carry her, bridal style, in his arms. The way her arms were, she would have one arm still wrapped around his shoulders and the other still over his heart, legs swung over one crook of his elbow and back supported by the other.

Jorin gently carried Rinya to their room. Fortunately, at this point both doors were open, so he could simply move them to their new destination without too much trouble. He genuinely did not know why he did this. Technically, the two beds were functionally identical. They could have continued their night in the other room. But... this was their bed. The bed they'd been sharing for the last season. Somehow, it felt right that they spend the rest of the night on it.

Jorin opted against placing Rinya on the bed first, instead rather sliding onto it with her in his arms, so that the contact between the two of them would not be lost. In a heartbeat he had resumed his embrace, holding her tightly against himself as he pressed another kiss to her lips. This one a bit stronger, with a bit more fire.

Rinya had been right. And regardless of how she couldn't always say things in the most poetic way, she always said things that were true, and sometimes, that was what was most important. Jorin himself couldn't claim to know everything there was to know about love. Despite having lived decades longer than his mate, participated in more plays than he could count that had the subject as its central theme, he was just as new to it as she was.

But maybe that was the point. He had only heard about lovers fighting, but now he actually experienced it. And it had been a terrifying, frightening experience. Not because he was necessarily afraid of his mate; he knew no matter how hard they fought, despite her shove, he knew she'd never actually harm him. Any more than he'd ever harm her.

No, the fear had been deeper. It was a fear that they'd broken their love, that this stupid fight had done what interfering exes, annoying understudies, and irritating coworkers couldn't. But it hadn't. And as Jorin held his mate close to himself, feeling her familiar heat against him, he knew that because it had not torn them apart, it had made them that much stronger.

~Fin~

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Definition (Jorin Erithan)

Postby Translucent on December 6th, 2013, 8:44 pm

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Rinya:
XP:+3 socialization, +2 observation, +1 leadership +4 rhetoric
Lores: Jorin: Depressed over losing his job, Dignity while being Kelvic, A beautiful Kelvic that Jorin Loves.

Jorin Ertihan:
XP: +1 politics, +3 socialization, +2 observation, +5 rhetoric, +2 seduction
Lores: The depression of losing his job, Rhetoric: Rinya is NOT a pet, Petting is the same as treating Rinya as a pet. The fear of treating Rinya like a Pet


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