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The span of Taverns

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The span of Taverns
by Blanka Dur'mientePM MemberMember Profile on Fri, 4 May 2012 15:46

Fingers traced the stairwell, smooth wood beneath soft pads as a smile sweetly laced cherry painted lips; she was thinking of him, he seemed the only one left as even her Beloved had been absent from the Tavern.
Oh, it wasn't the only Tavern on the area, she learned that well after return from her visit Home to Belgium; her Father had detested her leave but she was firmer in her need to be back amidst the Family she had come to know as her own.

Silk colored the depths of champagne at the base of crystal teased along her thighs, gracing the carpeted floor to leave a whisper in linger; it brought a wondering memory, fleeting, of whether or not he had played with Maddi as of late. Long lashes lowered, a feathering kiss of high cheeks left bare of rouge, she was sure she wouldn't mind and yet..she may; fingers itched to gather pen and paper and write her emotions in the silence of a chaise spread of crimson..but she had come this far to feed her curiosity.

Truth be told she missed him, it sent a thrill along her spine as olive iris' noted the rising numbers, she could smell smoke from the crowd below, it tasted ashen 'pon her tongue but she enjoyed it; his number stuck out deliciously in her mind, eager fingers curled to knock along wood in wonder of his presence..she could only wait now, letting memories flood as she hummed.

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Clyde Dae DashPM Member on Sat, 5 May 2012 04:43

it was late in the evening when he finally arrived to the Tavern where the note he received only a day before had requested his presence, the sender was unknown to him, and he just had to drop everything he was going to do back down in the deep southern reaches, all those lustful little girls that were ripe for the picking had lost his interest in all but a moment's time when he read that note that said...."I need you, I miss you, come to me....Clyde."


he came up to the front doors of the Tavern and gave a knocking to the wooden beasts, one, two, three knocks, and he was done with that, and waited for the guards man to open up for him. A minute, two minutes, now three, and the doors swing open for him, being greeted by a tall, dark skinned man of a beast, Clyde gave just a single nod as he walked in, dressed in attire that didn't seem to blend so well with the well dressed crowd already settled inside; he didn't care, he wore what he wanted, when he wanted, fuck all the rest of them. It appeared he had a new tattoo on his right arm, a name...a name blessed with a heart adjoining it, "Blanka" it read, the nerve of him. How dare he have a name of a girl and yet....act still the same? No one woman could ever tame his heart, but she....she was something else, something different, perhaps....

he looked around and around with dull eyes, seeking a familiar face out of the bunch of snobby people he'd never be around, but, for the sake of finding the writer of the note he received, he'd deal with the rich bastards for the night.

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Blanka Dur'mientePM MemberMember Profile on Sat, 5 May 2012 06:46

Glancing back along the hallway, she gave the slightest shrug of slim shoulders, assuming perhaps he had not arrived quite yet. It always could have been that the cheeky tendee didn't give the whole of letter to him, no matter though, she would perhaps go mingle for a few then check once more. Although, the thought of mingling with the upscale fallacy below sent the bridge of her nose to wrinkle..a child's motion of distaste.

In steady pace she found way back along the stairwell, ringlets pinned variously bouncing joyfully against her shoulder, draping slightly lower to kiss against the swell of corset. Startling in colors, honey teased blond tress' in rest against beige brushed skin, light from a distance but exotic on color once close beneath the eye. Thoughts broke free, wondering of the Marquis and how perhaps he would enjoy the atmosphere within this place..she really should make a visit to the Unholy Tavern and see if anyone has made arrivals Home yet.

Settled at the base of the stairs, delicate fingers dismissed in gentle flick the offer of a drink, her gaze was far too busy searching the faces and gazes that met her own. Surely he'd stick out.

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Clyde Dae DashPM Member on Sat, 5 May 2012 09:31

the crowd seemed to part like the red sea did for Moses during his time and...there she was...the woman that set his heart a blazed with just the flick of the eye, he stood there, mouth agape, spine erect, eyes wide versed and stared...Blanka, the one woman that would ever, could ever tame the heart of a player.

another young little minx passed by him with a daring smile and look of...well, what look do most women give him when they've come within inches? But his eyes were transfixed on only one...Blanka...

His hand came to press 'top the shoulder of the one who stood before him and pushed...rudely moving her out of his way as he moved forward on a slow stride towards her, lower lip bit into the grasp of ivory teeth, fingers curled into palms tight, sweat dotted his eye brows...nervous? No....he was....in love.

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Blanka Dur'mientePM MemberMember Profile on Sat, 5 May 2012 16:40

Painted lips curved in smile as she caught sight of him, a face she knew, it warmed her and inside..her heart did a little somersault. Head tilted left in watch, amusement twinkling olive depths, the little broad was moved and it created melody within vocals..the sound rising as palms met against her abdomen in subtle bend.

Men glanced her way in hearing the sweet sound drifting their way through smoke and the scents of alcohol, it didn't bother her, but she detested the flush that rose to her cheeks..a soft clearing of throat returning her quieter attentions to his approach. Restlessness shifted her from sole to sole, each bare of course, hidden beneath the signature of lengthened hem..she never could stand shoes if she could get away with it, and loved the feel of different textures...her little quirk, if you would.

He was taking forever, but she knew it truly was only moments..

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Clyde Dae DashPM Member on Sat, 5 May 2012 17:21

in a moment....no, WITHOUT a moment's notice, he was upon her, arms laced around her slender hips, tugging her petite in for an embrace as if he hadn't seen her in years...and that, indeed, was a lie...for they were together not long ago, in bed....how fast the time passes by....she was just as he remembered her being...such a thrill to hold her in his arms again...glanced on by the other patrons...


their lips met in one of the most tender, passionate kisses that would surely set many people into a a jealous rage, if they so lingered in watching them for long, but of course, neither of them had a lick of care in their bones...for they were one again, Beauty and the Beast, sort to speak...melted together as a fine wine...

his tongue tickled along her inner corridors, dragging along her firm teeth and gums...teasing the smaller licker she was born with...eyes closed as joy took his heart and breath away, he had her dipped, as a gentleman of an older fashion would his lady...his one true...to the side, with right arm holding her balance, and left palm lain upon her taut stomach...

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Blanka Dur'mientePM MemberMember Profile on Sun, 6 May 2012 14:48

Laughter claimed but a moment as his lips met her own, the softest of breaths escaping between press of eager delights. She didn't care if everyone within the room gathered to lay sight on their entangling, though a heated flush did rise to her cheeks; she was every bit still the shy female she was when she came..yet much more in growth..

In truth she owed her awakening to her Beloved, the pain of missing her was heartwrenching, though warmed by the reuniting with familiar love; hm..yes, she did believe she had a great feel for this male. The dip created a delicious bowing of her petite build, arms risen to entangle around his shoulders as fingers danced within hairs soft feel..she was happy and it showed in her eager response..

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Clyde Dae DashPM Member on Mon, 7 May 2012 14:30

it had been quite a long time since the two of them were in each others presence, and he'd take every advantage of the time they had together, and in this thrilling swirl of tongues....those unsorted desires that brewed for her in that absent time were rising beyond a controllable level, it just might come to pass that the two of them would have to be excused to a more secluded area for more....privatized themes to interact with....if she wanted, that was.


he lifts her up from that dip, breathing in heavy gasps as lips escaped the trap of hold and saliva, his arms still had her in their clutches as eyes stared into the fatal attractive glance of the woman he's come to love more then life itself...

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Blanka Dur'mientePM MemberMember Profile on Sat, 19 May 2012 03:43

♥

She couldn't contain the laughter that swept from her lips, delicate in delivery it held every scarce bit of joy and delight that she felt in that moment. She was overjoyed to see someone, anyone familiar to her, and yet it was far more than that; petite body thrilled that it was -him-

She stared within those eyes, captured by the emotion she saw there and how it created a stirring as wings in flight, her.stomach the playground for such. She didn't care of the stares to be had, her only focus in the enticing feel lain 'pon her in that instance; throat cleared.

She wanted to be ravished, secluded from the nonsense present in the over filled area, yet she withheld for the time being; a bit shy. With palm lain against his own, she directed him along the stairway, higher still to the next floor where yet another lounge resided; far less crowded.

"A drink? We haven't drank together in quite some time."

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RE: The span of Taverns
by Clyde Dae DashPM Member on Tue, 22 May 2012 06:11

he huffed at the show of faces in their staring eyes, so different did he look from all of them, with his tank top shirt, no sleeves, which meant the design of tattoos were a welcome sight, or unwelcomed in this case, but these people were not important enough for him to give a crap about, so he didn't.


his attention turned to the beauty, the little minx that made his heart skip a beat, their hands were conjoined like twins, and had to be surgically removed just to separate the two, would anyone dare? Nah, it didn't seem anyone wanted anything to do with him, most of the men there mumbled, Cylde even heard someone call him a "thug" in the front, that made him laugh out loud.


and after they arrived at the higher reach of the stairs where the crowd was less, but the resulting stares were still the same, he grinned. He spots an empty alcove where the curtains were thick and they'd have some sort of privacy away from the other people, that's where he led her, that might even be where he'd have her, but for now, yeah, that drink.

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