Closed coquettish.

[Adrienna Lynint]

He had done as she had hoped in secret and taken the initiative, setting upon her with the ferocity she imagined a shark to take when it encountered prey upon its territory. For him, for that moment, she desired to reward him, so she gave in to what he wanted of her and dimmed the flame that told her he was below her, and he should remain below her even in a situation such as this, so she might draw the fingers of her right along the side of his face in explorative fashion of his features while he plundered her of her flavour. The snake had fangs, though, and they sunk. In brief bite that suggested the moment had lasted too long, she dragged her teeth from his lip, drew her tongue across, and returned to the sensation of him, this time tasting what he had to offer her. He may have the upper hand, she may be laid beneath him, but it was not to end like that there. The Lynint's hand delved into the lighter strands of his hair again and pulled. She hissed, every bit the serpent they both imagined her to be, and struck at him. He might wish only to kiss and taste, but she was not as compliant, and this was not the side she demonstrated to most lovers she'd found herself with. This was fangs and coils, inspired by an unknown influence that played upon what she'd expressed in a moment of weakness. His was the shark and she tasted what he had to offer. With her hand clenched in his hair, she did not move from beneath him. He could lay there, touch her, she would not stop him. She would not deny what she wanted. Rather, she jerked her hand with the intention to twist his head away, and she tasted the hollow beneath the corner of his jaw. She bit. He tasted of the sea, which was not entirely unpleasant. Beneath him, she adjusted into a more comfortable position where he could rest along her as she devoured what he had to offer to her. Her free hand finally took interest in him as she consumed the flavour kisses she delivered brought to her from his throat, his shoulder, and back to his mouth once satisfied at what she'd found. She could be so hungry and inquisitive, with a need to understand. It amused her to consider he may yet regret the decision to take interest. Her fingers remained tight within his hair so she may tilt his face to an angle suiting her. The kiss she gave was as delving as what he'd given her, and it allowed her everything. That hand which had moved to him slipped around, fingers catching at his shoulder and moving down. She thought to draw blood, on the off chance he might sound for her, but placed aside the desire to hear him gasp for another moment. Adrienna found him too enthralling at this point, feverish skin simply smoothed over with a gentle touch the hand in his hair refused to bring. It may have been strange, but Adrienna did not look away from him through the duration; she watched him, as quietly menacing as the serpent he'd stared at. She delivered kisses onto him, shared the taste of her mouth, and took to cradle his body as lovers already joined might lay, but the desire was not entirely sensual. It as instinct driven by his; she was grateful that he took control, simply because it would bring rise to her own much like heat brought rise to the movement of one of the scalies in the swamp. "You need to do more," Adrienna murmured through that tangle of mouth and tongue. Certainly, she expected him to notice. She lusted for him in a way that she'd not wanted at first, and she certainly hungered, but the level of caution that rose brought her replies slow, and the biting helped only enough for her to want him closer. There was another bite, as she could not resist doing it to the susceptible flesh of his lip, easily torn as it as. When she drew back, it was with the intention to drag him down further with her, and it came with a smile and murmured words. "Please."

[Tydus Tempest]

.He needed to do more. Obviously, the Lynint was unsatisfied by his performance. Used to the meekness of other prey, the Tempest had perhaps started too slowly, for it has been ages since he had encountered one who played the game of the night with someone with the intent to devour rather than be consumed. The woman's please was completely unexpected, rather astonishing, even. Was it desperation? Desire? Or was she taunting him? The Tempest was unsure, nor would he likely ever be sure of it, so instead of toiling endlessly and giving her the advantage, he smirked. Brilliant blue eyes looked down at the woman as his lips formed three words,

"As you wish."

Twice had the Tempest encountered a bedmate who was as insistent as the Lynint was. Both from far-off lands, the rare night that he spent encroached in the pleasures of seduction without also having succumb to the numbness of alcohol. It was the same sensation. Bites that burned at the flesh, red pocks materializing upon sun-kissed skin. Lips pressed to his throat and along the breadth of his shoulders, the Tempest almost furious at how quickly the Lynint was beginning to upstage him. It was a disgrace in by far the worst imaginable way. The snake had coiled about the shark, but it was not to end there.

The Tempest rose his arms from her body and directly pressed them to her shoulders. Tydus Tempest pinned Adrienna to the bed and pressed himself to her once again. Fingers slipped beneath the weave of her shirt, pulling upwards until the tears of fabric could be heard. The Tempest had been ravaged by lips, so he would pay her in turn.

The Svefra gripped the material of her shirt and pulled it outward, intent on using the fabric to keep the limbs from moving. If given the time, perhaps he would change their posture and pin her entirely, but Tydus sincerely doubted that Adrienna Lynint was anything kindred to patient. Once a new pasture of skin was presented to the Tempest, he took immediate advantage and begun to tempt her with kisses along the flesh upon her collarbones, the motions fitted not with bites, but rather, surface pressure. If allowed, a mark would form at each of the woman's collarbones before he set upon her lips again.

Though, he allowed none of the gentleness from before to layer the actions. Predators. There was no mercy in their advance, and Adrienna had reminded him just how dangerous one could be. He reveled in it again, and he sought to tame her. Ultimately, it would just as likely be an unsuccessful endeavor, and they would be pitted against one another until they both were exhausted, but it mattered not. Lucian's task was long forgotten in the tearing into lips, pressure at the skin of the neck, and the war between mouths that sought to still the other's breathing.

Tydus was being challenged, and he reveled in the sensation of it.

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[Adrienna Lynint]

Now, that was more like it. She needed the fuel, the fire, the air. He had to feed it and encourage it, and only now had he taken the task seriously, despite everything thus far, and actually sparked what wanted him into desiring a feast of him. She would enjoy. The flat colour of her eyes reflected at him the vivid colour of his blue in the light cast from the stormgem, glittering with her own thoughts, cold and unfathomable from a simple surface glance. For what felt like infinity in the span of a tick, Adrienna might have loathed this man, or loved him, with every fibre of her being, before that feeling diminished into acceptance at what the situation had brought them to. He might have made a good Dynast child, if he'd been born to the right mother. It was a distracting thought that she placed aside. Such things did not matter, but what did matter was the sound he coaxed from her with each mark he left upon the slope of her collar bones. It was the sort of sensuality she sought: dark, consuming, and something worth giving into. Adrienna was pleased, considering her chosen prey to be more than adequate to sate her desire. Adrienna rejoiced in the sensation that he wished to steal the breath from her, and it became an act she longed to reciprocate. This snake may not have venom flowing in her fangs, but there was venom in her somewhere. He pinned her, many times during his manoeuvres, and she liked it. It made her feel desirable, in some twisted sense of sex and need, and she really could not resist it. Nothing came to mind but him, pressing upon her now that they were both bare chested, and his taste within her mouth as they tried to swallow the air the other needed before it reached them. She was growing light headed, thinking of that, and did not wish to admit to her defeat. That would be too easy, and she considered herself to be difficult prey. She was in the midst of removing what remained of her shirt from her arms when she heard it. That clearing of a throat, rough voice breaking the silence shared simply by wordless, near senseless, instinctive desire. Adrienna did not look; she knew who it was, and what had been brought, and she watched Tydus to see if he would look away. If he did, she'd make her move, using Lucian's unexpected distraction to her benefit to claim the upper hand, her legs having to tighten around this man's waist before she twisted to put him on his own back. It was a competition, in its most basic definition, and they would likely tire one another out, but not before she'd reached for what the slave had deposited, dragging the small tray with its handful of items to where she hoped to be straddling him. She was not the kind of woman to improve her strength but for what she gleaned in lifting the large reptiles, so she had no dreams of maintaining her high position astride him. "Hold still," she would say, if he struggled, placing the tray upon his chest as she prepared what she'd collected in questioning her brother and cousins and gleaned from looking at the objects assembled. She worked swiftly, but delicately, treating the objects upon this tray with utmost delicacy to avoid breaking anything, and letting him watch from what she assumed was an awkward angle. In the end, Adrienna lit a puddle of fluid that had dribbled from the aptly named chalice-like plant. She did the second and removed the tray before reaching, sliding her hand around behind his neck to coax him sitting upright, even moving further from her straddling position to sit across him. It seemed more comfortable for them both. Matches were struck and she light the fluid between them both. With a devious smile, and shaking hands, Adrienna met Tydus' eyes with her own and blew the smoke at his face, as if to wordlessly suggest he do his best to inhale, before she began to fan her own into her face, inhaling deeply. It was a new experience, and she chose him to experience it with. Certainly that marked him as different.

[Tydus Tempest]

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The Svefra reveled in the woman's aggressiveness until the moment passed that the tray that Lucian had brought with him was pressed to his chest.

Though Tydus was by no means embarrassed by Lucian's interference, he was most definitely distracted by it. His gaze cast without his head moving, lips still exploring the woman's body. However, the distraction was more than enough to allow Adrienna the chance to perform her maneuver. It was a feat of rather present strength and flexibility to push the Tempest onto his back from his position on top of her; and in truth, all it did was set him further ablaze. A moment of childish victory cast over the Tempest, all but locked in the annals of his own mind as he thought to himself. The smirk was cast upon his features, though it would be directed at Adrienna rather than Lucian, Yeah, petch you and your attitude, Lucian.

He jibed the slave in his mind as Adrienna prepared what looked to be saucers. The Tempest had by no means a great vantage point to reference, but it looked as if the woman were holding a chalice. She continued to pour the contents into each saucer, then the addition of granulated sugar was had. It was an extremely strange mixture, but the Tempest decided to ask about it... whenever he could. He was very much looking forward to trying the intoxicant that Adrienna had mentioned earlier.

Tydus knew nothing about the drug, but he didn't have to. Anything that gripped this woman with a vice stronger than that of liquor was surely worth Tydus' time. The trust that she extended to him was not necessarily shared to the same extent; for Tydus had worked a significant amount of Hypnotic influence into her, but it was sufficient. He confided in her taste and in her ambition. Everything else could come later.

When Tydus was finally allowed to sit up, he looked down at the two saucers. The liquid within was obviously much more dense than water, rippling slowly with the motion of his movement. The sugar had dissolved in the liquid, thickening it further. It was, at this point, rather gelatinous in appearance, and the Tempest scion could not quite figure out what to do. It wasn't until she blew the thick, wafting vapours into his face that he realized that the drug was already in the process.

The Tempest scion followed her motions, inhaling deeply, the contents of the vapour driving into the reaches of his lungs. Vapour, unlike alcohol, did not require to pass through the digestive tract, and as such, the effect was quite instantaneous. The Tempest knew not if Lucian was still there, but the vibrant light of the lighthouse began to steepen. Tydus' eyes widened, pupils fully dilated as the iris glazed over. His breathing slowed for a moment, and he would seem to slump forward as if unconscious before... his entire body was set ablaze.

Heat permeated his form just as the steam had permeated his lungs, his skin seemingly vibrating in place. A grin materialized upon his features as he felt himself steep into the reaches of the high, reveling in it as it threatened to mount. At the edges of his vision, he felt shapes began to take, swirling, beautiful ribbons casting about the edges of his field of vision. For a moment, they encircled Adrienna, a laugh escaping his lips,

She's like... a present like that. Seems... so harmless. Beautiful, even.

The serpent had turned into a gift, the metaphor crumbling under the power of the drug as he felt his heart began to race. The stormgem, rotating in its socket in the lighthouse, flared once more, a surge of delight streaming through Tydus' body, a shaking, uncontrollable joy piercing through the fibres of his being as he felt himself become consumed. There was nothing happening to him... there was no trigger, yet Tydus felt as if he had grown wings and had flown high into the winds of Zulrav, the bed beneath them a cushion of cloud cover for the two to ravage one another upon in the splendor of Zulrav's sky.

She had pushed him onto his back, and once he was liberated from his prison, Tydus did the same. The tray and its contents were an intrusion upon the cloud that was meant solely for people, and the Tempest cast it aside, gently enough to ensure that it would not break, but hurriedly for the heat that had consumed him required contact. The burning embers of flame in his body could not be sated by the cloud. It demanded satisfaction that only physical contact could provide.

The Tempest felt the swirl of desire, far, far stronger than before consume him. It overwhelmed. The cloud was not beneath him. He was the cloud, the swirling, raging storm of lightning and rain that demanded release to be satisfied, and Adrienna was going to weather it. Certainly, she wanted it as much as he?

The Tempest pressed his hands to the woman's chest, just above her breasts, near the collarbones with the intent of again lowering her upon the bed. His hands then shifted place, sweeping along the curvature of Adrienna Lynint's body. Hands that burned with what felt to him like Syna's heat met with skin of an equal temperature. And oh, how he reveled in the sensation. The Tempest's fingers moved lower to her hips as he sought to impress his lips upon the side of Adrienna's neck, a slope casting lower along the breadth of her collarbones once more as his fingers moved with intent to lower the fabric of the woman's skirt.

Tydus was lost in a storm of heat above the clouds, swirling and consumed by it without a thought for the irony in such heat. He didn't care about anything but the feeling. Lost in it, he reveled in captivity within the cage of pure, unbridled sensation.

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[Adrienna Lynint]

Adrienna inhaled deeply of the drug, both eager and excited to progress with an experience she had heard much about but had never taken part in. The smoke was acrid, like burnt sugar ought to be, yet she inhaled it easily enough. In her desire to breathe in as much as she could, to wholly experience the moment, she ignored whatever Lucian might have been doing. He was forgotten to her, as much as this man beneath her had been in her desire, but her attention returned to him quickly enough when he removed the objects she'd brought forward and brought her down with him. In finally focusing, she knew she had done right. The light provided by the stormgem seemed to shimmer and undulate, as if it were alive. It tickled fear before swallowing it whole, replacing it with wonderment and the flash of heat only light could summon. Adrienna could not resist herself from reaching for a lancing strand of light that arced and weaved through the air, dancing amongst kin, before she realised she was quite literally in the arms of a man, and then she wanted nothing more than to wrap herself up in him and share the heat. It radiated from Tydus when she touched him; in her lucid thoughts, he glowed as beautifully as the light itself. To contrast the predatory response she'd given him earlier, when they had been but starting, her hands folded at his cheeks, fingers spread to grasp him without digging in, and she looked at him as if he'd been a treasure she'd just uncovered. Light and glowing and enthralling, so beautiful she wanted to have everything she could get from him. Every drop of heat, every sensation of silk that matched his skin against her own. She let him push her down, raising her hips to ease the sliding away of her skirt. There was no fight for dominance, simply the longing and the utter desire to satisfy this craving for heat and release. The effect of the drug was to spite her desire to show he was inferior to her. It made her simply hunger, and she did want the experience of the storm as much as he wanted to give her it. There was no word to explain what she wanted. She did not use her words, she acted. When she was without her skirt did she brush her hands down from his face, down his body, and begin to lower the fabric of his own pants, with the same edge of desperation he had gone with to her skirt. Her fingers stroked over bare skin, nails drawing light lines as she pulled him back to her. She was glad to touch him, to explore what was offered her, for his skin felt like a cloud to her: soft, hot, thrumming with energy that longed to be free of its cage. Adrienna was inclined to relieve it of him, and she demanded that he let her.

[Tydus Tempest]

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The battle for dominance had ended. Where two predators had entered, the drug, which Tydus would later discover was called the Fizz, dominated. It won without contention. It turned a battle of will thrown over a battle of sexual charisma into pure, unfiltered exploration. The Tempest scion reveled in the vibrations against his skin as Adrienna's fingers moved along the material of his pants. In a matter of moments, both were exposed to one another, though Lucian, if he were still there, would see nothing.

Tydus was long abandoned by such things as peripheral vision. He cared not for ambient sounds and sights, his mind consumed in its desire for a more profound sensation. Augmented, vibrant... extravagant. Tydus Tempest felt deep chills course down his spine as he pressed his body forward. The toned torso that Tydus had, built from years of sailing, pressed to the woman's breasts, the contact producing waves across his form. Waves of pleasure, so kindred to how he felt while casting his magic, coursed him. It overwhelmed. It consumed. But, it left him hungry for more.

The light turned again, a second flare of luminescence causing Tydus to shake with the depth of burning, all-consuming pleasure. He hesitated for just a moment. The Tempest's fingers swept along the flesh of her thighs, unthinking and instinctive as the surge of desire for the woman beneath him flared. The want was a blinding beacon, a surge with the waxing brilliance of the stormgem present. Tydus parted the woman's legs and immediately positioned himself between them.

There was no room for though in the spiraling depths of sensation. Tydus was again upon the cloud. He was the cloud, and Adrienna was another storm. Adjacent, close enough to assimilate, the two would become a fusion of intensity, a storm of far greater intensity. The rain ceased, but the Tempest scion heard the echoes of thunder strike in his mind, flares of lightning striking at the edges of his vision until there was union.

The storms twisted and infused as Tydus Tempest pulled himself closer to Adrienna. It was then that his lips crushed against hers, a full, hitched breath welling in his lungs, the Tempest's tongue darting forth yet again, intent on overwhelming himself with the sensory detail. He was lost in it and wanted nothing more but to enslave himself to his pleasure.

In the city of Kenash, Tydus refused to be enslaved or subjugated, but no longer were they there. Two thunderclouds raging in the depths of the gray sky, lightning and thunder blaze in his head as heat seared through his body, the vibrations along his skin producing deep, welling goosebumps.

Tydus had never felt more alive.

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[Adrienna Lynint]

The light consumed most of Adrienna's attention, so she acted on instinct. She watched the flash illuminate the world, and gasped. She took in the way that light seemed to bubble beneath his skin, sparkling and glittering before it dimmed, and then rose, and moved in undulations. Her eyes roved his face, wide and ever so enraptured, and her hands simply skinned at his shoulders, the blades of his back, his own collarbone, wherever she could reach. He felt like silk, truly, and she wondered if this is what pure light would feel like if she had it in her hand. When he moved onto her again and gooseflesh prickled her skin, Adrienna moved to encompass his waist between her legs. The union stole her breath, as the flash of light the stormgem had done. Everything intensified from that brief moment of piercing light, etched in finer detail. Like she could see the different shades of blue in his eyes, or hear the way his eyelashes sung when he blinked. It was all there. She held still beneath him, but for the need to coil around him. In the light, he had become beautiful. Adrienna yearned for beauty; the desire for him swelled and surged. Their mouths met again, a dose of something dizzying that Adrienna could not deny the longing to submerge herself within again, which gave her the sensation that she were adrift at sea within a storm, and every flash of lightning excited her as the waves that crashed over her did. Gods, did she want him. Her breathing hitched as they rose and fell in the same rhythm of the stormy sea she tasted in him. With every motion, she moved against him for more, because she had to have it. There was unspoken passion and sensuality, now that the Fizz had consumed the longing for domination and the raw sexuality. If she could look away from his face for a moment and deny herself the strange beauty the light gave him that allowed her desire to flourish as it had, she would have happily closed her eyes and allowed her senses be taken by the physical sensation of his mouth and his body, his heat which burned her. Her heart raced and her head pounded, much as she burned in waves. When the next flash of the stormgem washed over them did she flinch, feeling that growing desire again and responding with the quietest whimper, as if pleading for the light to have mercy on her senses. Because of it and the newfound surge of lust, her arms tightened and she delved further into the kiss. It was all very frightening, in the most beautiful sense.

[Tydus Tempest]

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There was nothing but the storm. All else was lost in the flurry of sensation spurred forth by the union of the clouds. Tydus Tempest, as he moved, could not think. His body did what it needed to. Hips adjusted, his body tilted further into hers. Contact between the bodies erupted heat through him, his body feverish in the reverie of the act as his hands rose from her body. He sought no sensation other than that from pure bodily contact, his chest rolling with each movement of the hips along the swell of Adrienna's breasts. The hands, however, did need something to keep them bound.

They found her wrists, raising them above the woman's head, keeping her bound upon the bed as he sought the satisfaction that his body, not his mind, demanded. Liberated from such paltry feelings of despair or distress, hidden beneath the masks that he wore. There was no mask at the moment. There was not even a face, so wholly was his identity pillaged from him in the brightness of the lighthouse. The stormgem glowed brilliantly in its place, casting about its light and with it, complete dissolution of the mind. Sensation reveled in the space where thought ordinarily lived and oh, did it flourish there.

The two, clouds infused in the thunderstorms of the sky, enveloped, lightning striking with each adjustment of Tydus' movements, his hips shifting, body swaying above hers, contact never broken as his lips sought not hers, but the tapestry of flesh that he denied his hands access to. The swell of her breasts were left victim to his unconscious ministration, her collarbones again tormented, though no longer was it a predator that sought to consume, but unconsciously the mind worked an association. It wished for knowledge, for despite losing identity, there was a lingering need to know. He sought after knowledge of the other body, a cloud which slowly dissolved away to leave the physical shell.

It was several chimes into a drought of the excess light of the house, the stormgem likely pointing deep into the reaches of the ocean rather than the reaches of the shoreline. Lanterns cast their glow, Tydus neither knowing nor caring about how they were set. Realistically speaking, it was the slave, Lucian, who lit them in his ascent into the place. But Tydus, far distracted and gone from awareness, didn't see what had transpired.

The light's waning flare seemed to restore some of Tydus' faculties, and though he did not stop the sway of his hips, nor the exploration of Adrienna, he felt it no longer overwhelm as it had. No longer was it too consuming, but the vibrations, in the wake of lowering from the cloud, grew more pleasurable. He reveled in her. The Tempest had no grasp of time, nor place, though he was grounded in it rather than in the lofty sweep of inconceivable sensation. Enslavement to such a thing would lead to being entirely consumed.

But, Tydus didn't care. Not now. Perhaps later, he would, but in the moment, he reveled in the sensation until again it overwhelmed. The sway of his hips hastened in the mounting reverie of desire, spurring and eternal in its wake until at last it reached its apex. One final swell before he withdrew, pulling away for long enough to cease their union, and with that parting, Tydus moved. Rather than staying above her, he took to her right, occupying the space between Adrienna and the wall that the abandoned bed was positioned adjacent to. He did not speak, but merely looked up at the ceiling, watching the light of the stormgem dance upon the ceiling.

He was entranced. This time, however, the entrancement was in the high itself rather than in the sensation. Thought began to bubble again in his mind, rudimentary in nature until it grow in depth and scope.

This is... nice, was all he could manage when words at last formed rather than elementary emotion, and Tydus was content to revel in the depth of the vibrations coursing through his body. It was better than forcing thought. If it were even possible in this moment. Sensation captivated rationality, base emotion and desire ruled over the Svefra in this moment.

And in that, there was satisfaction.

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[Adrienna Lynint]

There were no words for this, no words for any of it, that would express the sensations brushing over Adrienna's awareness in that moment. She watched Tydus above her, seeing less his features and more the flicker of light that entranced her. The vibration, the surge, rising and falling, stirred the sensation of utter ecstasy higher. Up above the clouds did she float, sustained by him, the light, the fog in her lungs. Her head did not clear; she could see the dance of light upon the ceiling and through the air, lost in it as much as she'd been lost in the expression of him within her. Adrienna Lynint offered no fight to him. Between the two of them, he dominated naturally and she fought the inevitable. As his mouth consumed the incline of her collar bones and across the expanse of her chest, pale but flushed, the woman arched her back and released a sound of pleasure. His mouth was fire, spreading across her skin and burning her nerves in the most pleasant fashion. When he removed himself from her moments before she'd ended, Adrienna experienced a moment of vertigo, but the dissatisfaction was immediately swept aside. They lay side by side, cast within the eye of the storm that yet threatened to show the horror beneath the silver lining of the clouds, and she finished herself before laying still, her skin as entrancing underneath her fingers as his had been. There was no words, just a tremble, and there was no cold, as the light gave heat even as far away as it had been. In the end, he left her hot and vibrating in expressionless joy, satisfied with the encounter as much as she'd been besieged by the pleasurable sensation of it. Beyond the walls of the lighthouse, dusk had fallen. It was as if Adrienna could feel it, the dark fingers that threatened her in this small world of light. The lamps might have saved her from the terror of the dark with the stormgem gazing at the looming storm that yet had to breach upon the shores of Kenash, but she felt like it would be a flimsy defense. Finally, the Lynint sat upright and shivered; she felt the light brush over her flesh with loving fingers and ghosting kisses. It warmed her again and she looked over her companion with interest before deciding otherwise. Instead of speaking, Adrienna went about seeking something to cover herself. She'd been struck with the desire to shelter herself where the looming threat of dark did not encroach so heavily but blindly forgot a lighthouse was likely the best place.

[Tydus Tempest]

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The passage of time and space was opaque as Tydus Tempest rubbed his eyes. He remained blissfully unaware of just how long he has spent staring up at the ceiling, but instead watched the expanse of the ceiling turn from a dance of fluorescence to shadows that carved into the ceiling. Tales were woven as the light seemed to come alive, cleaving into the darkness of the ceiling, giving form and shape into the nothingness. Two shades seemed to duel one another as a third watched from afar.

But, the story did not continue. It changed, crashing shadows smashing against the two dimensional hull of a ship, memories ablaze and stirring in the wake of the encroaching darkness. Tydus stared up at the ceiling for several moments, captivated by the visual representation of memories, destruction cast about until Tydus finally looked away.

His gaze instead rested upon Adrienna, a gaze cast about the woman's bare form as she set about finding... something. When she reached for her skirt, and only then, did it occur to him that coverings were perhaps necessary. Unused to the need to shield himself from the world, he sought to cover himself merely out of habit, the rising section of his mind that encompassed thought striking him that perhaps if they were to leave, that to cover himself would be wise. He only set about clothing the base half of his body, pants covering him from the elements as his body stretched.

With each kink that unrolled from the range of motion, Tydus felt a satisfying 'pop.' But, it did not end there. Each motion flung feeling through his entire body, electricity felt with each sway, his nerves ablaze with the sheer pleasure of a breathing, moving form while the light cast upon them again. Though, afterwards, the darkening sky sough with it creatures that danced upon the edges of his vision. Taunting him, the creatures shook and swayed, formless and faceless in their depravity as they reached forward with invisible hands and clamped cold upon his face. He shook with the chill as he raised his hand to his face, staring at the being and shaking his head in disapproval until they vanished. Tydus lowered to pick up his shirt and flung it towards Adrienna, mustering the will to finally speak.

The first attempt at speech was inaudible and in Fratava, Tydus pursing his lips for several moments of silence before he repeated,

"We should go. Maybe..."

A swatch of light upon the world brought with it another surge of pleasure, the man's tone changing, his shoulders straightening and posture fixing as he finished the thought,

"There's more to see out there than here. Let's go have some fun."

More fun. Better. Day's not over.

Elementary in form, consumed by sensation, thoughts came to Tydus as base instinct given to words. And he would follow them. The question was, would Adrienna?

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