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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 29, 2013 23:49:08 GMT -5
A hand of ran through tresses of lava red as she enters into the Otter after having been in the saddle for what seemed weeks. A sigh escaping her lips as she looked about the tavern. Typical she thought, doing a quick head count and assessing where most people sat where. Finally she approached the bar and its keeper. Turning to face the room, but sitting her bottom on the top of the bar's edge. "I need a dram of firewater and a tankard of ale. Also need room for at least two nights and board for my horse" she says. After a moment the tender tallied up her request and gave her the sum. "10 silvers miss? she'd smile and handed him double the amount "Ilyn, and I was never here. Understand?" she said in a low voice just to him. The man nods as goes to pour her drinks while she stared out into the tavern.
The clouds outside had looked foreboding, promising a hail storm. It was brewing as Khailyn waited. The note she had found indicated this was the spot she was to meet the person who left the note. She had no clue who she was suppose to be meeting, but the note said. "You'll know me when you see me her hand reached for her dram of fire water and she'd shoot it down. Nose crinkling as it burned going down, savoring the heat, the rich flavors of oak, notes of spicy cinnamon lingered on her tongue with an after note of vanilla.
She played over who in her head she might see. Aramil Cassidy? She slightly hoped for a reason to run into the powerful, commanding captain. General Kronos Krull with another job for her to take care of...she mused for a second if it was Cassander being cryptic but then she tossed that idea to the wind, Cassander was straight to the point and not cryptic in the least. No, this was someone who was.
Lips of pink purse as she picked up her tankard of ale, slowly taking a sip. Grey orbs with soft flecking of blue and gold flick to a large man sitting in the corner. She stared him down ass he had noticed he was staring much too freely at her bosom. There was only one man who ever had stared like that and he infuriated the red head to no end.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2013 0:57:32 GMT -5
The coming storm had driven Caliban to find shelter before it was too late. He'd only been passing through Brocair, but it had been so long since he'd visited The Wasted Otter. He decided to stop in for a drink and rest for his horse, and maybe a room, depending on how long the storm raged.
He was four drinks in when a fiery redhead breezed through the door. The way she moved was familiar, and Caliban’s attention immediately lasered onto her, watching as she perched herself on the bar, commanding the attention of every male gaze in the room. There was only one woman he knew that took such arrogant command of a room that way.
He eyed her delectable outfit, and the way she looked in it, and his mouth practically watered. It was made for driving a man mad. When he saw her looking at him, he smiled lazily and winked. She seemed irritated and affronted, and the slow spread of self-satisfaction he got from teasing her began. He wanted to go to her, talk to her, but he would wait for her to come to him. And she would.
She looked like she was waiting for something, or someone, but then, she always had some business or other to attend to. That wasn’t anything new. He was confident he could lure her away from her “duties”, though, if only for a briefly stolen moment.
He could tell she was trying to ignore him, but he was making it difficult. He was staring at her unabashedly, waiting for her to acknowledge him and refusing to let her dismiss him. She couldn’t ignore him. She’d never been able to.
He wasn’t a patient man under normal circumstances, but as it so happened, he was a little bit drunk. Just a little bit, but on his way to being a lot more. He sipped at his drink and watched her trying not to watch him, and didn’t even think about how his intense perusal might look to the other patrons of the bar. |
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 30, 2013 4:05:02 GMT -5
A long drink of her tankard of ale and she stared at the large man in the corner a moment longer. Unbelieving who she was staring at. The thoughts running through her head as she sat there was "You son of a… before they flicked to "no it can't be him until he smiled and winked. Her heart fluttered a moment, that infuriating no good man who was so good and drove her up a wall and down the other side. It was him. She drops a three gold pieces onto the bar "Keep, I'm gonna be needing that bottle of fire whiskey" The keep eyed the small framed, red headed woman and was going to object about ladies needing such strong drink, then he noticed she was eyeing Caliban and he picked up the gold. Poor lass must need something stronger than ale he thought or she was gonna be sharing that bottle. Either way, more gold in his pocket to lee the Otter running. "Here ya go" he'd slide the bottle that was near full over to her. A nod of thanks from Khailyn.
Her gaze turns back to Caliban and she took another drink of her ale, purposely letting him watch her drink it, she knew he had the patience of a deer in rut. She was sitting on the bar in an outfit that commanded attention due to the nature of how snug the leather was. Her grey boots nearly reached her thigh. Paired with a skirt that was almost a leather miniskirt, hitting just at her mid-thigh with an inch slit to give her muscled thighs the ability to straddle a horse easily. her sword belt slung low on the curve of feminine hips. Her top just a snug leather vest, revealing her mid drift to the naked eye. Strands of red would fall in their soft wavy fashion, the ends curling as he would have remembered from his days in Foirfich. She purposely would cross one leg over the other. Sitting there until that mug of ale was finished.
For a long while the pair would have stared at each other before she finally picked up the bottle of whiskey and the small dram cup before walking towards where Caliban was seated in the corner. Each step was a saunter, a reminder of what he had left behind when he left the city and country behind. He was right though, she would come to him. She never stayed away long when he was near by, just like he couldn't stay away if he heard she was in the area. The bottle was sat down onto the table with a thunk 'The hell you doing here Caliban" the equivalent of Khailyn saying I missed you Caliban but we are in public so I'm going to cuss you out. Khai would kick a chair out and sit down "Mind if I sit, of course you don't" just helping herself, ignoring if he told her she could stay or not.
She would uncork the bottle of whiskey and pour herself a shot and then another, before pouring Caliban one and sliding it across the table towards him "Don't tell you gave up drinking" like that was possible, for a moment they were both much younger, journeyman status and it was the close of the day, booze freely pouring and she was practicing her wenching skills. Time froze for a second sitting there waiting with baited breath.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2013 19:13:26 GMT -5
Caliban tried not to smile too victoriously as she ordered a bottle of fire whiskey. It was his favorite, she knew, and as she sauntered toward him he couldn’t help but think of everything else they had shared. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes, the drink spreading through him and easing the nerves of the week, relaxing his body even as his blood began to boil.
Her movement was like a dance, graceful and purposeful, and she set the bottle down on the worn wooden table first, as she looked him over. ”The hell you doing here, Caliban?” she demanded, and he glanced around quickly to make sure no one had heard her that he might know. There were irate husbands and angry victims around every corner, and Cal had learned not to let his guard down. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to them.
He turned his attention back to her with another grin, ”Same thing as you, I expect,” he drawled, ”Finding shelter from the storm.” As if on cue, thunder rumbled and cracked outside.
She kicked out a chair at that, and gave him a challenging look. ”Mind if I sit? Of course you don’t.” He opened his hand in welcome and gestured at the chair she was already in the process of sitting in. He watched her as she poured herself a shot, and another, and knocked them back. She slid one across the table toward him, and he caught it, stopped it, but didn’t drink it yet. ”Don’t tell me you gave up drinking,” she teased, and he scoffed.
”If only that were true, perhaps I’d have a bit more money. No, my days of drinking ‘til dawn have not yet passed.” He winked. ”But I wager you can still drink me under the table.” He knocked back the shot in a quick gulp, and sighed, reaching for the bottle as the warmth spread through him. He poured another one and leaned back in his chair, contemplating it for a brief moment before swallowing it, too, and slapping the cup back onto the table. ”What is it that brings you so far north? This isn’t your usual territory.” His voice was low, quiet, and just between them.
He knew she couldn’t talk about her work, but he just wanted to know if she was indeed working, or if she was here to meet someone else. He didn’t want to interfere, but since he would be stuck here for awhile, he would like nothing more than to spend some time with an old “friend”. |
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Post by Khailyn Ziven on Jul 31, 2013 2:28:09 GMT -5
A scowl formed on his face. ”There being a storm is little of consequence to me" She replied, his grin infuriating her enough that she’d need another shot of whiskey. Sitting there across from him her booted legs stretched out under the table, pressing against his. Sitting there those grey eyes watched as Caliban poured himself a drink. She watched almost in a mesmerized like state. Remembering what she said to him the day he left., when he asked her to go with him. Another day, another time and I might have said yes. Your so easy to hold onto and… I love you I guess…But I cannot forget all the dark promises I have made and it would be too foolish to let love carry me away. Alone you will wander, sometimes my thoughts will be of you. In time you may under stand me, and all the dark things I do for Foirfich. And all the soft things I do will be echoes of my time with you.”.
Oh what was the point of living if you never learned to laugh ”If only that were true, perhaps I’d have a bit more money. No, my days of drinking ‘til dawn have not yet passed…But I wager you can still drink me under the table.” she’d smirk a moment. ”Likely I could. I was always better at things then you" a pour of a shot for her. ”Even picking a lock" that smirk grew devilish as she’d swallow down the amber colored liquid. That might have been a challenge or just a reminder that she had not forgotten the past between them.
”What is it that brings you so far north? This isn’t your usual territory.” his voice was low between the two of them. She stared at him a moment. And it was clear in her eyes she wanted to tell him she just…couldn’t give him details. It was too risky, what she was working on this time. Khailyn knew with the history between them though he deserved to know at least she wasn’t trying to kill herself on a fools errand. Only it might be a fools errand if anyone who shouldn’t find out did. The silence in the air hung like a pregnant pause between them.
’You bastard!” she’d growl, using the excuse of their boots touching to lean across the table, drawing a dagger to make it look like they where just having a disagreement. Khai’s free hand would reach for his shirt. Nose to nose with him as she leaned across the table in that short skirt giving any who looked decent view. Lips bare millimeters from Caliban’s, giving the impression she was kissing him to make up for the rude thing she had said. ”Rumor has it the true king of the realm lives and a usurper sits on the throne" her lips brush against his, relaying this information, just a hint of what she was doing here. Her voice and been so low that only his ear would have been able to understand it, and he'd be able to feel the shape of the words her mouth made.
When her lips brushed Caliban’s she could smell the drink on his breath, and her breath caught. It took her back in time, to waking up one morning in the blacksmith’s loft, with Cal’s breath tickling her ear. And the blacksmith waking them both up with a cold dousing of water. She almost actually kissed him again, this time it would have been real but she pulled away. Sinking into her chair. ”What are you doing this far north, you get run out of another town for bedding some minor nobles young bride and stealing her fortune”
She questioned what she was doing, why she was talking to Caliban, he drove her crazy, made her wild and reckless. Made her lose control. Brought out feelings she tried to keep encased in ice.
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Aug 9, 2013 3:51:48 GMT -5
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