Start of a journey (Azrael)

[Azrael]

Azrael inwardly smiled at Corine's hesitance to take his bow. It was a typical officer's bow for these parts, not quite as nice as the one currently sat his arms room in the estate. Clearing the thought from his mind he instead focussed on the young elf before him as she started speaking. "Well, there's been a few but they weren't anything like you, but then you don't spend half your time going 'Yes my lady, of course my lady, shall I wipe your arse for you my lady'. That kinda reduces the mysticism for me." He stated with a shrug, starting to get over his embarrassment. He didn't think it would be appropriate that many of those elves had ended.up in his bed at some point. Then she started... exploring his face. How... odd. When her fingers finally stopped on his cheek he clasped her hand in his own and looked at her warmly. "I can't really say why I feel so open with you, I'll tell you when I work it out myself. And from what you've told me it doesn't sound so bad, a life on the road has always appealed to me more than one cooped up in an estate. Unless of course you have some great secret? But then, don't we all have our secrets." The way she had phrased that made him wonder but he wasn't too concerned as of yet. "And besides," his free hand reached out and found rest on her upper arm. "A broken back would be a small price to pay don't you think?" A faint smile and warm eyes found their way onto his face as he gazed once more into those beautiful eyes.

[corineshalen]

"Oh, I have no secrets of my own...but the secret that I guard, I will protect with my life". Tilting her head to the side, her face remained relaxed and positive, instead of her growing all serious, despite the choice of words. "But it is by far not a unique secret, in fact, its a secret that many have in common, people just handle it differently. Some are proud to accept what they are, and willingly submits. Others are like us; unwilling to stay confined to one place, a will to live and be a family"".

Feeling oddly relaxed, despite the warm corpses of the bandits surrounding them, she clasped her hands together, the straight hair fluttering around the long arms and curved waist. "The life on the roads is great, if you don`t mind having to follow orders, from a dwarf who`s older than all of our horses combined!". The remark was spoken in her cheerful and soothing voice, her bright eyes displaying joy for the conversation topic.

"Hmmms...that depends", she spoke, tilting her head out of habit, as he commented on her tease. "What if..". Sitting down on the grass, she tilted her head back, looking up at him with a trademark smirk. "What if I place myself down here? Then you can`t reach, even with that flexible boy of yours"

[Azrael]

Azrael gave an understanding nod as Corine explained about the secret that she protected. "I see. I think I would feel the same way about such a thing, I would happily die for any of my family for example- especially my younger sister, I would give anything for her." He stated almost casually. "But if you don't want to go further in to it then I shan't press you... After all, I've seen what you can do with a bow." He smirked, releasing both of her hands as she described life on the road. "It sounds wonderful, although if I was said dwarf I would order you to always talk about it, just so that I could enjoy the love you have for it." He smiled tenderly, his right hand gently brushing over her cheek, savouring the feel of the the soft, smooth skin. Then she started teasing him yet again. "Oh? Well I don't know..." Quick as a flash he was kneeling just in front of her, his legs either side of hers as he leaned in close. "I thinl it might make it a little easier." As if to prove his point his lips met hers for a moment before he pulled back again. "See? Told ya so." He exclaimed, a mischievous grin flashing across his face before he leaned in once more, fully intending to savour the ecstasy that he was currently feeling. Perhaps he had finally found what he had been searching for all these years.