I wish I had your pair of wings

Conor Soul · 09-29-2010, 05:59 PM

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Private. Kinda powerplayed, but I was unsure how to start, so just decided from scratch! :O Hope it's all right! I CANT REMEMBER WHAT WE PLOTTED Undecided

The weather was perfect, aiding him with planning this trip to perfection. There was a light chill in the early morning air, but he knew that the sun would attempt to recreate the late summer warmth later as the day matured. A light hum danced within the depths of his cream hued throat as the young male placed the carefully selected items into the light straw basket. There were the classic ingredients for a picnic, along with a few surprises, as he intended this day to be special. His mind continued to soar about the young female that lived together with him in the house. Things were slowly developing in the right direction and the male was no less than optimistic about this blooming relationship between him and Bris. She was so very much unlike his first love, and the emotions he held for her seemed more concrete and real. Happiness was a wonderful thing, and he wondered how his life had managed to change so drastically, filled with bliss and contentment.

She assured him and supported him and he did not have to hide or fight the feeling this time. Placing a piece of cloth over the basket, disguising the contents, he determined that everything was ready. He placed the items outside before heading back into the house and up the stairs and towards Bris’ room. Conor immensely enjoyed what they had together, but it was important for them both to take things slow. He did not doubt his own emotions, but he was reluctant to jump into it with both feet. Perhaps he was afraid, but he believed that it was better this way. For both of them. A golden fist rose to gently knock against the white Stormbringer’s bedroom door. His tranquil face was slowly cracking with a genuine smile in quiet anticipation for this day. He hoped this would turn into a pleasant surprise for her. With his two new half-siblings in the house it was again hard to get long moments alone with the beautiful female, but that would not turn into an issue today. No, he had planned this too well.

He was not patient enough to allow her to get as far as to open the door before calling out for her through the thick wooden obstacle. ”Bris, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ll be outside.” Without waiting for an answer he jogged down the stairs and headed outside into the morning light of a groggy sun that had barely began to climb the sky.

Bris Stormbringer · 09-30-2010, 09:39 AM

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Yay!! The powerplay is fine fluff, I love your post. XDD And lengthy posts like this one are the result of NOT BEING INTERRUPTED BY CUSTOMERS IN THE MIDDLE. Thank you super rainy deluge day!!!
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It had been a relatively quiet early morning. Bris had only just returned to her bedroom from seeing to the two tiny Soul pups her nephew had decided to care for, but she was too awake to go back to sleep. The pups were fed and content, and she had no doubts they would sleep through the rest of the morning, and wouldn't need to be fed again until much later. Pups in their stage grew quickly and adapted quickly, and Bris was thankful for that. It had taken a full day or two for her system to recognize what she'd wanted it to do for the adopted Dahlian pups, but the white woman had no doubts it would catch on with time. After all, both her grand-aunt Ravyn and her cousin Rain had performed the same duty for the children of others. Ironically enough, both litters the pair had been wet-nurses for had come from the same person, only years apart.

So it was when Conor knocked on Bris' door that she was curled up in a newly acquired reclining chair near her window. Bris had been shocked at the good condition of the chair she'd found in one of the back rooms of the town library, and with a bit of determination and effort (and maybe a tad bit of help), she'd managed to wrestle it into its current spot. It was perfect for the bedroom, providing the woman with a place to read that didn't end up putting a crick in her neck like laying on her bed did. The fabric was soft and supple, a nice tan shade that reminded Bris of Conor's warm colors.

The knock on her door had illicited a curious glance from the reading woman, a look intensified by the words that came with it. Bris' heart began to race at those words, but she forced it to slow. What on earth could Conor have to tell her that he couldn't just come into the room and say? They were more than comfortable with each other, and the male should know by now that Bris' door would never be closed to him. Knocking was required by everyone aside from him, Gideon, and Nayru. They were the three closest to her, and they would never need to ask permission to get close to her. Obviously puzzled by Conor's actions, for she heard him turn back down the stairs without even waiting for a reply, Bris set her book on the chair as she rose and started to walk out of the room.

She hadn't taken two steps before she caught sight of something on her dresser out of the corner of her eye. It was the necklace she'd finally, painstakingly finished for Conor. It had taken her much longer to finish than any of her other pieces aside from Nayru's intricate anklet, and for good reason. The woman had wanted it to be perfect. Of course, she would never be wholly satisfied (for goodness' sake, the raven's wings weren't absolutely symetrical!) but Bris had a feeling that if she tried to nitpick she'd never give the male the gift. She chewed her lip as she moved to the dresser, her white paw-hands reaching to delicately handle the piece. She knew of course that her careful handling wasn't necessary; she'd crafted this particular necklace to be sturdy and tough. It would handle the everyday wear and tear quite well, actually. Her lips tugged into a gentle smile as her eyes lit up with excitement. Yes, today would be the day she'd finally hand it over. She just hoped he'd appreciate it.

Now more eager to follow the unseen male outside, Bris scooped the necklace up into one of her purple velvet gift bags and grabbed her satchel. There were two books and countless pieces of in-progress jewelry in the satchel already, but the woman had the idea that once she was finished with whatever the object of her affection needed she would go indulge herself in a little relaxation. Throwing the bag over her shoulder and placing the purple one inside it, the white woman left her room in a flurry of white fur, not even bothering to close her door behind her.

As she stepped out into the cool morning air, the woman's face lit up. She took a deep breath, a soft autumn breeze kissing her cheeks and filling her lungs with freshness. Conor was waiting for her just off the porch, an ample-sized wicker basket sitting on the ground beside him. Tilting her head in curiosity, Bris approached him, a half-excited, half-confused smile tugging at one side of her lips. "Conor, what did you need to tell me? And just what are you up to?" Bris had an idea, if she was recognizing the basket for what it was. The prospect of spending the day on a picnic with Conor was something that made the woman's heart soar. Things had been moving at a snail's pace since that night of the pair's first kiss, and she'd been more than content to let things remain that way. Bris was in no rush, and she knew that Conor would need to take things slow anyhow. She loved him enough to let him lead the way.

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Conor Soul · 10-01-2010, 04:43 AM

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Your post was beautiful. I'm so sorry about the length and quality of this q_q

He waited patiently outside in the gentle sunlight, and he allowed his eyes to seal shut for a long moment as he enjoyed the simple sensation of light breeze caressing his face with cool fingers. The snow white Stormbringer female did not take long, but long enough for him to start wondering what exactly she was doing. When her form appeared as she left the house, surprise bloomed within his soft orbs. She seemed ready for a little trip, which was exactly what she had planned. What had given him away? Surprise gave place for the adoration he so vividly held for her. She seemed curious about the basket, so perhaps he had not completely failed at surprising her. Perhaps she just had a remarkably good timing for things.

”Your alpha requests your presence today, that’s what,” he stated firmly, hiding behind his title in his wish to claim most of her day. His face softened more as he shifted over to a more serious tone. ”We’ve both been so busy lately, so I thought it could be nice to take a day off and spend it together.” He felt slightly nervous, but it was something he could not avoid. The feelings he held for her seemed so fragile compared to the immerse sensation it brought. He tried to learn to trust her though. She said that this would not go away, and he was trying to believe in that as well. The problem was not Bris, it was him. He had to learn to trust when it came to love. She made it so much easier. He believed in this.

If she had plans for the day he would understand, of course.

Bris Stormbringer · 10-01-2010, 09:41 AM

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*baps you on the head* SHUSH. I have a feeling this is going to be a rather lengthy thread. >=D Also, it doesn't matter to me whether Conor or Bris was the one to have "discovered" Oyvind Island. I figure if Conor has no plan on where to go, Bris will mention the island. ;D And this is kinda short cuz I reeeeeally wanna keep this moving!!! *bouncebouncebounce*
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At Conor's joking remark, Bris rolled her eyes and stuck her hands on her hips. "Pulling rank on me, are you? Well I'll have you know I don't just follow orders blindly! This subordinate won't rush into unknown territory with nothing more than a "because I said so" to spur her on!" She grinned mischievously at the male, winking as she haughtily approached him, her hands still held in challenging fists upon her hips, her chin held at a comically high angle to amplify her teasing.

Her playful teasing gave way to a genuine, bright smile as Conor revealed his true intentions. The woman's cheeks flushed beneath her white fur, and her mismatched eyes sparkled with joy and excitement. When she responded to the information, her voice was soft and warm. "I'd really like that Conor. I know how hard it is for you to get away from things for any amount of time." Seeing an opportunity when there was no one else around, Bris brought herself closer to the alpha, stretching up to leave an affectionate little peck on his cheek.

She kept the display brief, knowing that Conor hadn't become perfectly comfortable yet, and quickly went in another direction. Slapping her hands together and rubbing them, she took a long look at the picnic basket. "So! What sorts of delicious things did you sneak away into that basket? And where exactly are we going, oh captain?" It was a nickname Bris had grown fond of using for the male ever since that night that now seemed so long ago, and yet so recent. It was the title of a poem Bris had found in an old collection of them, by some long-ago human named Walt Whitman. It was, in essence, a tragic poem, yet the repeated line had stuck in Bris' head for some time.

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Conor Soul · 10-06-2010, 12:00 PM

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500+ Dude, I was sitting falling asleep today again, so there's an odd flow in this post because I halfway snored while writing it Q_Q

She was not a very obedient subordinate, but thankfully the golden male cared very little for such details. There should be no special privileges tagging along with his rank title, and he was content to see that most of the members acted natural around him regardless of rank differences. Members should give and take in order to keep the pack generally healthy, and he believed that those who grew to love this place as he did would not have to be put in their place in order to participate for Dahlia de Mai’s best interest. It was something that should come naturally, but a wolf’s body was its own and he was in no position administrate other people’s rights. It did happen that he had to put people in their place, but it was very rare and it was not something he enjoyed doing. He tried to be fair, but he refused to twist and bend for those who did not deserve it.

”I see,” the male snorted and allowed his eyes to take in her act. She looked quite convincing as she stuck her fists upon her hips and lifted her chin in defiance. Her demeanour quickly changed and he could tell straight away that she approved of this idea. His melting heart leapt excitedly against the inner walls of his ribcage as her smile lit up her already flawless face. Her words forced his face to crack into a radiant smile as well in an irresistible reaction to the lovely sight that was Bris Stormbringer. He loved the way things were going between the two of them, and would just have to make time for them to see exactly where this was going. He was optimistic despite being uncertain. After all, he knew that he cared deeply for the female. That was more than enough proof for him to determine that this, this was right.

His heart leaped up his throat as the woman drew closer and planted a little peck on his cream coated cheek. This was all new and fresh to him, but while they had agreed to take things slow, he knew that he should get over himself and get on with it. She seemed to want to draw back and away and seemed quick at redirecting the topic to lesser dangers. There was no way he was going to reveal what was hidden in the basket’s disguised depths. ”Good things come to those who wait,” he murmured softly and wrapped his arms lightly around her slender form. It would be more enjoyable if she learned the contents of the basket later when they had reached their destination. He slowly inhaled her scent, finding that he would remain content if he just could stay here and hold her until the end of time.

”Captain wonders if Miss Stormbringer would be interested in a romantic boat trip to the local island paradise.” Truth be told he had been there only once and it was not particularly better than any other part of Dahlia de Mai. However, it was almost certain that they would not be disturbed, and the young male longed to get to spend a full day with the fair woman that had captured his heart.

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