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  yes.  it was so.. sweet and.. addicting.   ((  the words fell low and slow from her lips as her brain tried to be in tune with what the rest of her body was feeling. she spoke of the wine to him for that was his question and yet it was not the wine that lingered in the spaces of her mind. no, in there, only the softness of his lips and the slightest itchiness of his stubble had remained, replaying like a broken record of sorts.  through it, she felt his energy coiling around itself and expanding as her feet pressed farther down under the soft density of the warm sand.  she knew not what the tension of his energy alluded to, but understood it clearly as the glass of wine was brought to her lips, shaking ever so slightly.  with a firm softness she let one hand grab the fragile material of the glass while the other pressed tenderly over his own, her fingers gently brushing upon his knuckles as she obediently brought the rim to her lips before slowly drinking the remnants of it with a muffled hum.  ))
            
                 ((   as she gently brought lowered the glass from her lips she turned her face towards his way with blind faith and knowledge due to what had transpired.  with the faintest pause and hesitant opening of her lips, she spoke of her words clear for him to listen to. ))
            
                  do you have more?

 HIS VOICE RESTORED 《 @dygougr 》
                   not only her breath, but the stillness her heart had fallen into through the growing tension that gathered over her lungs  and finally nested down at the base of her tummy.   as foreign as these newfound feelings and actions that brushed against her senses were, there was little restraint left inside her beating heart that threatened to jump out of her chest for a chance of her lips brushing once again upon his.   with a thick swallow she pressed down the growing heat that had traveled to her navel and stayed captured by her name falling ever so sweetly from his lips.    oh, the longing she had been feeling to hear of it being uttered in such a tone. ))
            
            
               

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    rurik merely parted enough for his nose to brush softly against hers before stilling there, unmoving. the nearness of holding her without fully pulling her into his arms felt almost explosive.        finally he pulled back, lifting the trembling glass toward his mouth and taking a long swallow. wine burned down his throat, soothing the dry rasp there into something lower, rougher, warm with husk and restraint.        when his gaze returned to her, it had darkened entirely. ⠀⠀⠀    ]               
            
            ⠀⠀⠀   did you like it? the wine.⠀⠀⠀  [⠀⠀⠀   a crease settled between his brows. where another man might have relaxed into the covenant of the moment, rurik instead became rigid with tension. every part of him had hardened into stone, plated over like iron beneath flesh. he took another slow sip before guiding the glass carefully toward her lips, beckoning her gently to drink. ⠀⠀⠀    his stare never left her face, intent upon deciphering every slight change in her expression, every emotion she revealed without sight.⠀⠀⠀    ]       
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ drink. slowly now.

SOFT AND YET PROMINENT 《 @dygougr 》
                  was the echoing sound of the tiny bell that came from the item he was holding, the information of which he had chosen to keep to himself for a few moments.    "you will see and know" he had first spoken of when she had taken notice of it and then how swiftly had he kneeled before her, informing her of what it was after some more of her pestering.     her body grew subtly rigid at the unexpected outcome, her heart pausing for the fraction of a second in her sudden overwhelm and joy. ))
            
                ..    ((  with almost no hesitation her hand reached for the lighter material of her dress only to gather the fabric and raise it's hem higher, exposing the bareness of her feet.  barefoot was her desirable means of walking and being for it provided her with the unseen threads of energy this world and all that it encompassed was made of.   she gently let her right foot stretch towards his way, arching it slightly as her cheeks grew ever so slightly rosy once the delicate coldness the material of the anklet possessed wrapped around her ankle just snuggly enough as to not hinder in her walking.    once, twice, the bell echoed as she shifted from one foot to another, a shy smile gracing her rosy lips.  ))
            
                     thank you..

@dygougr ;; awww, you remember  <:

&.    AHAHAHAHAHAH

(( her words were of caution, yet curiosity threatened to overwhelm her as his presence carried a certain, peculiar  /warmth/,  a likeness, something she was unable to pinpoint and comprehend. something that made her tense, yet calm.  what a contradiction. ))     I was wondering of it's scent is all.  (( she added in a softer tone, her head turning slightly towards the side to show her attention was to the man. ))   thank you for the sentiment and for the looking out of me, but this weather and being exposed to it brings me peace.     rain has a soothing effect, one I am weak toward.

THERE WAS A WARMTH PRESENT《  @visligr  》
                      in the peaceful uneasiness of the weather, even as the rain grew heavier through the passage of time, it's unnoticeable caress now noticeably landing onto her slender figure. ))
            
                  ((   for a moment, synthia closed her eyes, not to intensify the void that had already held her captive before long, but to be present.  in rain's soft, cold caress.  in the rooted, earthy scent that immerged at it's grace.   she let herself be consumed, like so, from everything she had always found pleasant about it, her mind far away from the cool that settled upon her soaked figure, clothes withholding unimpressively so.    feet, dangling over the pavement's edge, moved beneath the water, it's current soft and warm, more so than the subtle wind that had only just began.  she sat there, golden hair, slick with the raindrops sticking to each strand, exposed and ongoing, it's ending subtly dirtied with  the mud that the weather had created on the previously dust heavy ground. she seemed quite carefree, or perhaps quite out of her mind, to enjoy the presence of the unruly weather and yet, energy sang to her, feet still connected with the pond's sea green waters that held more life than the eye could ever discern. ))
            
                (( the soft caress of the petals captured her attention, her hand blindly leaning toward it's direction in an attempt to capture it and find out of the scent it may have possessed.  too occupied was her mind that the unknown man's presence went unnoticed until-      the rain's caress had stopped abrubtly, yet it's echo remained.  it warned her before his voice shook her, her attention now solely on him, his energy something unheard of.  the brightest of yellow, almost golden, with soft blue and green intertwine with it.  ))             I never expected to find a man in the temple's private garden.

⠀⠀⠀   [ eternity merely had graced earth. time carved out of boundless seas, the seconds of hidden knowledge passed in the glimpse of his sea green eyes.       levi recalled time, and as he came to a halt just behind her, he let his gaze sweep over the taut line of her shoulders. rain scattered across the surface of the pond in widening rings, disturbing the reflection of stone and sky alike. white flowers drifted near the edge, caught between the reeds and the slow current feeding from the fountain beyond. he turned slightly, pulling his left hand free from his pocket, his gaze lowering toward the flowers upon the water, then toward the careful way her hand searched along the pond’s edge. ]           the flowers mean that much to you?
            
            ⠀⠀⠀   [ edging a step closer, his voice lingered low between the hush of rainfall and the quiet presence /settling/ between them. he tilted the umbrella toward her, shielding her from the heavier fall of rain, another remark following after. ]      you’ll catch a cold trying to reach for them in this weather.

p.s      the new theme is a lovely match.     the contrast between her and levi will be fascinating.

because they weren’t me.      (:        hang on, though. i’m going to start writing. 

i’ll drive you crazy with this one, then.

i love it , absolutely beautiful

this account is stunning , honey <3

COLD AND PALPABLE 《 @dygougr 》
                 was the passage of the wind, it's caress relantless and haunting, leaving it's mark upon skin and bone alike.       a small tremor passed through her, her fingers tightening around his arm as he escorted her, feeling the world that hugged their bodies through him, energy, vibrant and never ending, expanding, in bright strings of light.  ))
            
                 I will not argue with you on that, but.. (( synthia spoke as heels came to an abrupt halt, their near consistent tempo vanishing.  ))   mortal eyes have long since escaped me.       perhaps-  I can feel some of it due to that.  ((  her face turned to the side as wind blew again, with fervor,  her blonde locks dancing to it's rhythm, unruly and ever so free, without her meaning to.  his presenc, cerulean in hue, stood frozen, stable as rock, near her, his grip portraying that fact ever more. ))        
            
                  tell me.   must desire have a logical explanation?  ((  her voice came out timid, yet clear, her head turning towards him blindly, with faith of his location.  ))  I wish to know.  to..understand, but-    forget it. 

&.      meaning, she shouldn’t be asking about creatures or anything about beings since she’s human.