"Well, if you would be so kind", Harol replied to Freya suggesting she could take off her armour. "The thing is, compare our clothing. You've got your cloak and armour and shoes on, and look at me! A basic shirt and trousers. And you couldn't have missed that I didn't have even that when you came in", Harol said with a timid teasing tone in his voice. The conflict of different feelings was resolving itself, and curiosity was wrestling all doubts to the ground with some help from his early-blooming love.
He slid down from his sitting position down flat onto the bed. He streched his arms upwards, flailing his hands about a little before lowering them down, the left one behind his head and the right brushing briefly through Freya's hair before landing right behind her on the bedsheet. "By the way, did you lock the door?" Harol wanted to verify, yesterdays positions now reversed with Freya being the guest and Harol the one to confirm this thing. Nevertheless, it was important to have privacy with things like this, especially considering where this seemed to be going right now.
Harol was forming a 'plan' in his mind, a plan on how to do this, and he believed he had a pretty good idea in mind. That would remain to be seen. His heart was beating furiously in both anticipation and nervousness, and his breathing was slightly accelerated as well. One could notice it if they looked carefully, but Harol himself was not paying such attention to himself. He reached for the grimoire and lifted it onto the floor on the other side of the bed. He was glad Freya had brought it back, but that was overshadowed by everything else in his mind now.
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And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
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There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
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I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
- I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
- I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
- I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
- Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
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Harol scanned Freya up and down with his eyes and noticed how unlikely what had just happened had been. Her armour covered most of her upper body, but yet still somehow he had managed to get his hand somehow... THERE without even looking. Juuuuust brilliant. However, Freya simply sat down, and apparently was not angry at him at all, telling him not to worry. Harol was just about to calm down, but that was made impossible through what followed. Was she actually inviting him to do something like that? He must be misunderstanding... But still, her posture and facial expression hinted nothing of the sort. She was serious about it.
"Uhhh... Ummm... I... Eeeehm..." Harol tried to say something, but kept stammering as words failed to form within his mouth. His thoughts on the matter were slightly conflicting. On one side, it sounded like Freya wanted him to touch her chest, and he was curious about such thing. What could it feel like? But on the other hand, was he ready? Was Freya truly ready, or did she only think so? Well, that last one was not his to decide so that was one less worry on his head. Luckily for him, Freya broke him out of this mental lockdown by asking if the time of waking up was okay with him.
"Uhh... Well I don't feel too sleepy so I guess this is as good an hour as any. Heaps better than the one I woke up to in the middle of the night. It was one weird dream, let me tell you that much", he responded, trying to collect himself. A slight shake of his head later, his thoughts seemed to somewhat settle even on the earlier matter... But he noted another thing that would at least for now seal the deal. He wouldn't dare to push his hand under her armour because the extra pressure that would create, and backing out would increase in difficulty just as well. A slightly mischievous smile sought its way on Harol's face as he knocked on the leather armour twice, and said: "Well, there is also this little challenge on the way when it comes to the earlier proposition."
"Uhhh... Ummm... I... Eeeehm..." Harol tried to say something, but kept stammering as words failed to form within his mouth. His thoughts on the matter were slightly conflicting. On one side, it sounded like Freya wanted him to touch her chest, and he was curious about such thing. What could it feel like? But on the other hand, was he ready? Was Freya truly ready, or did she only think so? Well, that last one was not his to decide so that was one less worry on his head. Luckily for him, Freya broke him out of this mental lockdown by asking if the time of waking up was okay with him.
"Uhh... Well I don't feel too sleepy so I guess this is as good an hour as any. Heaps better than the one I woke up to in the middle of the night. It was one weird dream, let me tell you that much", he responded, trying to collect himself. A slight shake of his head later, his thoughts seemed to somewhat settle even on the earlier matter... But he noted another thing that would at least for now seal the deal. He wouldn't dare to push his hand under her armour because the extra pressure that would create, and backing out would increase in difficulty just as well. A slightly mischievous smile sought its way on Harol's face as he knocked on the leather armour twice, and said: "Well, there is also this little challenge on the way when it comes to the earlier proposition."
I think I figured out a good word to use there without it going to the borderline stuff I mentioned. I think.
EDIT:Oh, she had her armour on after all? Well I hope that situation can still make some sense out of it... I can of course edit it if this won't do. Should read things more carefully.
EDIT:Oh, she had her armour on after all? Well I hope that situation can still make some sense out of it... I can of course edit it if this won't do. Should read things more carefully.
The rest of the night's sleep was not quite as eventful as the start had been, but he still dreamt. He was walking in a meadow, the sun was shining and a few refreshing droplets of water struck his face every now and again. A rainbow decorated the sky, and as he came upon a small cliffside, he could see a sea of differently coloured tulips. It was a beautiful sight... But then a soft nudge on his shoulder shook him away from the view. Then another one caused Harol to open his eyes to a sight which he found even more beautiful than the field of tulips: Freya had come on her morning visit she promised!
"Morning..." Harol said solewhat groggily and reached for his shirt. Rising up into a sitting position from under the covers did reveal his shirtless upper body, but that was soon remedied by the shirt getting pulled onto it's place. "Did you notice I accidentally left my grimoire behind? I could have it back..." he asked, and strecthed. During this, the back of his right hand brushed against Freya's chest, and as soon as Harol noticed the soft surface, he jolted to the opposite direction, pulled his hand away as quickly as at all possible and brushed the offending part a couple of times as if it could undo the accident.
"Sorry, sorry!" he said in a somewhat panicked tone and pulled the blanket over his head. He soon realized how incredibly childish that last move had been, trying to disappear from sight like that and pushed it off his head, landing it a good way accross the bed so that one could see him up to his knees. He then closed his teeth around the inner side of his left cheek and waited to see what would happen now.
"Morning..." Harol said solewhat groggily and reached for his shirt. Rising up into a sitting position from under the covers did reveal his shirtless upper body, but that was soon remedied by the shirt getting pulled onto it's place. "Did you notice I accidentally left my grimoire behind? I could have it back..." he asked, and strecthed. During this, the back of his right hand brushed against Freya's chest, and as soon as Harol noticed the soft surface, he jolted to the opposite direction, pulled his hand away as quickly as at all possible and brushed the offending part a couple of times as if it could undo the accident.
"Sorry, sorry!" he said in a somewhat panicked tone and pulled the blanket over his head. He soon realized how incredibly childish that last move had been, trying to disappear from sight like that and pushed it off his head, landing it a good way accross the bed so that one could see him up to his knees. He then closed his teeth around the inner side of his left cheek and waited to see what would happen now.
I just love writing stuff like that. Dunno why, but dreams are fun to write. Reminds me of another character of mine, too, but that isn't too important.
Let's say Harol sleeps longer, given the fact Freya already had a nap and all. Feel free to wake him up.
Glorious edit of post submit ideas: Oh, and another thing! If you think adding something borderline stuff like just speaking of certain parts of one's body, we can take it to PMs. Better safe than sorry.
Let's say Harol sleeps longer, given the fact Freya already had a nap and all. Feel free to wake him up.
Glorious edit of post submit ideas: Oh, and another thing! If you think adding something borderline stuff like just speaking of certain parts of one's body, we can take it to PMs. Better safe than sorry.
Harol hid under the covers, hit his head to the pillow, and closed his eyes. It had been quite the eventful day... However, he was supposed to be teaching Freya tomorrow, and he didn't quite know where to start. Maybe dealings with the servants would be a good one? They would have quite a lot of that. Yeah, that would do. Speaking of servants, the incident from earlier resurfaced in Harol's mind, and he finally realized why it kept doing so: It had sparked his curiosity of the female body shapes, with the addition of him now having a romantic relationship too, it only made sense. He had lived a rather distant life when it came to those things, and it was not like he was a child anymore. With his thoughts at last finding a rational explanation to SOMETHING, Harol smiled and fell asleep.
Unlike last night, Harol now dreamed. He stood within a ring of fire, with no escape in sight. After aimlessly wandering around, he found himself going through the wall of fire, without as much as a tickle from the licking of the flames. Behind the wall was a small village in flames, as in literally small. Harol was easily as tall as a house! In wonder, he reached out for one of the buildings, only to see that his hand was actually not his... It was an odd mass of metal plates and chains with fire pushing out from several gaps in the structure. He raised it in front of his face, only to realize that the hand was huge in comparison. He shook his head, which violently rocked his vision around, and brought into attention a shining surface in the horizon.
It was a long trek through empty plains with nothing but death sown on them, but in the end he reached what he thought was a mirror... But it was only a window to another realm, a realm where a tyrant leading an army of brass skinned creatures both big and small. The tyrant locked eyes with Harol, who reeled back in shock: This tyrant shared many facial features with the king who had ordered his death! But as he turned around, he found his way back was blocked by an actually reflecting surface. He was... hideous. A huge, scaly lizard like creature whose head was attached slightly below where ones neck usually is, while the spot of neck and head were taken by a massive fire pit, making him look like a massive torch with these metallic gloves attached by one sturdy chain that moved on its own.
That sight had been enough for Harol, who jolted awake, breathing heavily. What had THAT been? However, a look out of the window revealed a starry sky and the house was silent. "Not an hour to be awake..." he murmured, slipped back under the covers and drifted back to slumberland.
Unlike last night, Harol now dreamed. He stood within a ring of fire, with no escape in sight. After aimlessly wandering around, he found himself going through the wall of fire, without as much as a tickle from the licking of the flames. Behind the wall was a small village in flames, as in literally small. Harol was easily as tall as a house! In wonder, he reached out for one of the buildings, only to see that his hand was actually not his... It was an odd mass of metal plates and chains with fire pushing out from several gaps in the structure. He raised it in front of his face, only to realize that the hand was huge in comparison. He shook his head, which violently rocked his vision around, and brought into attention a shining surface in the horizon.
It was a long trek through empty plains with nothing but death sown on them, but in the end he reached what he thought was a mirror... But it was only a window to another realm, a realm where a tyrant leading an army of brass skinned creatures both big and small. The tyrant locked eyes with Harol, who reeled back in shock: This tyrant shared many facial features with the king who had ordered his death! But as he turned around, he found his way back was blocked by an actually reflecting surface. He was... hideous. A huge, scaly lizard like creature whose head was attached slightly below where ones neck usually is, while the spot of neck and head were taken by a massive fire pit, making him look like a massive torch with these metallic gloves attached by one sturdy chain that moved on its own.
That sight had been enough for Harol, who jolted awake, breathing heavily. What had THAT been? However, a look out of the window revealed a starry sky and the house was silent. "Not an hour to be awake..." he murmured, slipped back under the covers and drifted back to slumberland.
How odd. My subscriptions didn't update to reflect the fact that I, in fact, have the most recent post 
Scratch that, it is just working on an odd delay...
Scratch that, it is just working on an odd delay...
Harol did his best to free his finger from Freya's hair that had tangled up somewhat. He had to use his other hand to free it, which he found somewhat embarrassing for unclear reasons. However, it didn't seem to distract Freya, who planted a quick kiss onto his cheek, and the question of whether she could visit Harol in the morning. "Nonono, not at all!" Harol answered. "If I remember correctly house Clasz doesn't serve any official breakfast, so we'll be free from that too. I think we can call for something to eat if we need to. But now..."
Harol moved his left hand onto Freya's chin so that his thumb was on top of it and the rest of his fingers rested below. He guided her mouth into a slightly upwards angle, given his head was somewhat higher when sitting like this, and reached for a good night's kiss, just a single long one. He closed his lips slowly around Freya's bottom lip, and just stayed there until he ran out of breath. This once he had held his breath, just to measure the time. He slowly backed away, feeling strong reluctance to let their lips depart, but it had to happen for him to get sleep. "Good night", he added and stroked Freya's right cheek with the hand he had used to guide her head.
He rose up from Freya's legs, moved to the edge of the bed, put his shoes back on, and slowly walked to the door. As he was unlocking the door, he turned his head back and smiled the smile of a person in love. "I'll see you in the morning." With no more than that, Harol mentally shoved himself out of the room into the empty hallway, and walked to his room. In normal conditions he would have locked the door, and even if he was sure a rogue could open a lock if they could reach it, he didn't want to cause extra trouble for Freya, and just closed it unlocked. He wondered how he should sleep, given he was going to have a visitor who possibly woke up earlier than him. Robes could be forgotten right away, that much was certain. Then, as he pulled his robe over his head, he noticed that he had forgotten his grimoire! How silly of him! Well, he could trust Freya to take good care of it and bring it back in the morning. In the end, Harol settled to sleeping shirtless with his trousers still on, but left his shirt on the headboard so he could easily put it on in the morning.
Harol moved his left hand onto Freya's chin so that his thumb was on top of it and the rest of his fingers rested below. He guided her mouth into a slightly upwards angle, given his head was somewhat higher when sitting like this, and reached for a good night's kiss, just a single long one. He closed his lips slowly around Freya's bottom lip, and just stayed there until he ran out of breath. This once he had held his breath, just to measure the time. He slowly backed away, feeling strong reluctance to let their lips depart, but it had to happen for him to get sleep. "Good night", he added and stroked Freya's right cheek with the hand he had used to guide her head.
He rose up from Freya's legs, moved to the edge of the bed, put his shoes back on, and slowly walked to the door. As he was unlocking the door, he turned his head back and smiled the smile of a person in love. "I'll see you in the morning." With no more than that, Harol mentally shoved himself out of the room into the empty hallway, and walked to his room. In normal conditions he would have locked the door, and even if he was sure a rogue could open a lock if they could reach it, he didn't want to cause extra trouble for Freya, and just closed it unlocked. He wondered how he should sleep, given he was going to have a visitor who possibly woke up earlier than him. Robes could be forgotten right away, that much was certain. Then, as he pulled his robe over his head, he noticed that he had forgotten his grimoire! How silly of him! Well, he could trust Freya to take good care of it and bring it back in the morning. In the end, Harol settled to sleeping shirtless with his trousers still on, but left his shirt on the headboard so he could easily put it on in the morning.
As Freya started moving, Harol was slightly afraid of yet another of their kisses ending, but as she pulled him along, those fears ceased to exist. He moved some of his weight onto his hands and pushed himself upwards to give Freya some room to move. She chose to rise into a sitting position, which led Harol into thinking how he could most comfortably follow. He could just keep doing what he had been doing, but that could prove uncomfortable to his back, so an alternative was in order.
With his lips locked to Freya's, Harol did his best to move his legs forwards so he could find a place to be. He didn't have enough space to extend his legs here, and to be frank that sounded like something fairly ridicoulous, so he had his knees against the same headboard while the rest of his legs pointed backwards, and he kind of sat on Freya's lap. This was a good place to be at. He stroked Freya's hair a couple of times with his right hand, and grabbed the top if the headboard with his left to ensure balance. Harol briefly detached from the kiss to switch to Freya's top lip for a moment before pressing his face just slightly more towards hers and then sitting back.
"That was fun", he remarked, letting go with his left hand and rolling a strand of Freya's hair around his right index finger. While gently stroking the roll with his thumb, Harol brought his left hand in front of his mouth and yawned. "Time seems to remind me of it's existence. Killjoy", he muttered. "I'm afraid I cannot stay in this room for the night. Too much important stuff in mine to neglect." He didn't say Freya couldn't come with him, but he didn't explicitly state that he wanted her to come. He wasn't sure if he would be ready to share a bed for the night with her just yet. If she followed, it would be seen... Probably.
With his lips locked to Freya's, Harol did his best to move his legs forwards so he could find a place to be. He didn't have enough space to extend his legs here, and to be frank that sounded like something fairly ridicoulous, so he had his knees against the same headboard while the rest of his legs pointed backwards, and he kind of sat on Freya's lap. This was a good place to be at. He stroked Freya's hair a couple of times with his right hand, and grabbed the top if the headboard with his left to ensure balance. Harol briefly detached from the kiss to switch to Freya's top lip for a moment before pressing his face just slightly more towards hers and then sitting back.
"That was fun", he remarked, letting go with his left hand and rolling a strand of Freya's hair around his right index finger. While gently stroking the roll with his thumb, Harol brought his left hand in front of his mouth and yawned. "Time seems to remind me of it's existence. Killjoy", he muttered. "I'm afraid I cannot stay in this room for the night. Too much important stuff in mine to neglect." He didn't say Freya couldn't come with him, but he didn't explicitly state that he wanted her to come. He wasn't sure if he would be ready to share a bed for the night with her just yet. If she followed, it would be seen... Probably.
Just thought I'd mention that I'm okay with you moving Harol around so you won't have to write the whole post with Freya where she currently is. Could we agree that as long as they are lovey-dovey like this, minor forced movement of the other character would be okay?
Instantenous edit: By forced, I mean OOC forced, not IC forced, like for example Freya could turn the situation around by rolling on top of Harol, but not do something blatantly against the other character's attitudes thus far.
..yeah, I'm terrible at explaining.
Instantenous edit: By forced, I mean OOC forced, not IC forced, like for example Freya could turn the situation around by rolling on top of Harol, but not do something blatantly against the other character's attitudes thus far.
..yeah, I'm terrible at explaining.
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