Trouble you for Sugar

Razekiel Lykoi · 11-14-2011, 02:49 AM

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A little PP, hope it's okay! I couldn't resist Raz being his own brand of weirdo gentleman 'cause he's so cute. @_@ Also, this got long. Raz is so much chattier than Jefferson >_>

She seemed charming enough, gifted with beauty in both demeanor and appearance. Time and time again she seemed to struggle with her long, flowing locks; the prince could not suppress an increasingly widening smile, innocent and delighted. Her every movement reminded him of the swiftness of the Earthmother, how her winds brushed so sweetly over the lands — but all women were such crafts of beauty, and Razekiel playfully envied them each in his mind for having been so doted upon by Mother Earth.

"I would like to see you prove that claim someday, firefly," he chuckled, and shrugged off the compliment sent his way. "Ichika's not all about sitting around being all prayerful or planting trees, man. There's nothing greater than smoking a few and just letting loose sometimes, yeah?"

"Here," he said, once she finally piled her things on the ground and began raking her hair into some sort of controlled mass. Razekiel carefully pulled the many-colored cloth that served as a headband from his copper locks, being sure to collect the small number of joints that curiously fell out of it as if was lifted from his head. Tucking them into a pocket and wiggling the still-smoking one between his teeth, the coyote stepped in close and looped his arms around her shoulders. Moving the joint to the side of his mouth to keep from blowing it into her eyes and nose, the coyote tied the long fabric around her hair as she held it and secured a ponytail. "A temporary solution," he said, laying his hands on her shoulders a moment and winking before drawing back and setting himself down before the now-extinguished campfire.

"Real cherry to meet you, X'yrin, a pleasure," he smiled, motioning for her to sit if she desired. "No intrusions here, man, no worries. Old Razzy's got an open-door policy, yeah? Could use some neighbors, man, but you gotta watch out for Lark. Big blue-gray stallion, man. Little protective, so he might give you some trouble, but he's a real softie at heart, real groovy guy once you get to know him."

Relishing a a pause in the air, the prince blew a few smoke circles into the air and tapped ash from his joint. "Hope you know how to brave the Earthmother hibernation, man," he said, enigmatic in speech as always. "The cold's real brutal up here come winter; I got lost in these mountains last year, had to wait out half the season in a cave with some buddies. You think you can handle it?" He glanced from side to side, then collected the acoustic guitar that leaned on the tree beside him and began to strum it idly in his lap. "This old man loves campfires, firefly. You're always welcome to come chill and warm up."

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