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Post by rowen on Mar 22, 2010 21:05:42 GMT
Rowen took his cloak back with a mumbled thanks. Putting it on back on his shoulders, he felt warmth steal the last vestages of cold from his body. He hated the cold. He always had. "Rowen Hunt," he said in response to the girl's question. He turned his back with Veryan, rubbing the stubble on his chin. He hadn't shaved in the past few days, and he was probably beginning to look very uncivil. He would need to shave tonight or in the morning. He would also probably be needing to get back to work. It had been a great day for a break, but he was piled up with manuscripts that needed copying. He would get back soon, but he needed to make sure the girl was alright. She certainly seems alright, snorted a voice in the back of his head.
[[OOC: sorry if its short, i have NO muse xD]]
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Post by Diana Lovell on Mar 24, 2010 14:58:03 GMT
Diana smiled, though it was forced. " Diana Lovell," she responded. As the men turned around, Diana removed her undergarments and slipped her dress on. She then turned back to the men. " If one of you could be so kind as to lace me up?" Diana asked, holding her dress to her modestly. (((gah! even shorter! Sorry.  ))) |
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Veryan Lithônion
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Post by Veryan Lithônion on Apr 27, 2010 18:59:37 GMT
"If one of you could be so kind as to lace me up?"
Veryan knew that he would have to be the one person to do so for these other two persons didn’t seem to get on well. He did not mind though, however he turned and walked forth. He had heard tales of men waiting for the very moment of doing this, unlacing a gown, he had heard both stories and jokes and how proud some, if not most, men of having brought beautiful young women to their beds. In fact it became a kind of sport that Veryan truly disliked.
In this case he did wonder how a Lady like Diana could be in Arthur’s court and still be unwedded or even had no one who wished to court her love, but either way it was none of his businesses. He approached her and as he stood behind her he slowly began to lace her gown making sure it was not too loosened up nor too tight for she also needed to breathe!
Many would envy Veryan for that simple activity, lacing a gown, but not just anyone’s, he had heard of how men cherished and adored Diana Lovell and her name, as she spoke of it, rang a bell a she realized she was the one person most people were talking about in Camelot. He finished and then slowly stepped back, he had felt many things yet none of them had been indecent feelings but rather those of what she could be feeling in their presence and what the woods transmitted to him, perhaps that was the reason, or maybe he still did not know what any of those other feelings were.
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Post by rowen on Apr 30, 2010 17:38:00 GMT
((OOC - VERYAN!! *flying tackle hugs* I THOUGHT YOU FELL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH. and also i had no muse again, which has become the normal for me in the past.... month))
Keeping his back turned, Rowen stared up at the sky, tapping one foot impatiently. Kids, and their crazy antics. Trying to get yourself killed was quickly rising to the top of the crazy list as he thought about it. Still, the poor girl didn’t seem to have meant to almost kill herself. You couldn’t blame someone for doing something they didn’t know they were doing, even if that something was ending you life. At least she wasn’t dead. So he just waiting, commenting on the weather in his head, until he thought Veryan was done lacing the lady up, Rowen turned around again.
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