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Magnus playing the slayer Gaewrn and Rayne share lunch and a little conversation on boundaries.
MINE.
~Angel~
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Females were put on this land for one reason, to drive males insane. Magnus was beginning to be sure of that fact. And it was a fact, nothing more or less. He was proving the fact now, trying to keep from pulling her off the road and continuing what that damned cart interrupted. He was going to tell her right then who he actually was, apologize for being an idiot and then take her back to his lair to figure out how this body matched up to her own. For him to even consider apologizing was almost unheard of even with his own kin, so Magnus wanting to openly do so to his mortal was another point towards insanity. But then she stopped him, mid sentence and wanted to continue on.
This female was going to drive him insane.
“Gaerwn? Did you hear me?”
Magnus, or Gaerwn currently, looked from his feet and to Rayne in front of him.
“Hm?” He asked calmly.
“We should stop and eat probably,” she repeated, gold eyes looking at him with a hint of concern. “I think we can take a break, its almost midday.”
Magnus realized then how hungry his stomach was and how thirsty he'd become walking on these small limbs. He had breakfast before her re-appearance but his stomach still wanted something to fill it back up. Rayne wandered off the road to a shorter tree with lower, snaking out branches before Gaerwn could even answer. She slipped off her pack and before he took a step off the road she disappeared into the upper foliage.
“Gaerwn, how long have you been waiting by the road for me?!” Rayne called from the leaves, making it sound as if the tree had a mouth of its own. He frowned, mind calculating a proper answer as to keep suspicions to a minimum. “Because you don't have a pack—food—water—the only thing you seem to be carrying is your sword and knife—and the ego, of course...”
He peered between the branches at her, knowing the last statement was supposed to be unheard but he heard it plain as day.
“My pack was stolen last night while I was on my search for your new exit point,” he called up at her. “Bandits tried to get my sword, but were satisfied with the food once I defended myself. Like I said, I know the road's not safe at night.”
She was quiet, where ever she was in the tree. Apparently that had made sense. He had forgotten how good he was at lying.
“But-” or not, “You've never had a pack with you when you've been waiting for me.”
“I usually conceal it,” He answered plainly. She was an observant little being, he would give her that.
“What happened to your armor?” she asked as her voice grew closer and the shuddering of limbs became evident almost above his head.
“I didn't need it, so I put it somewhere safe,” he answered calmly.
“Against a dragon, wouldn't you need it?”
Reason preserve him she asked as many questions of the slayer as the dragon! He tried to keep from smiling, looking down at his feet, sword and knife at his hips.
“I wasn't planning on killing the dragon,” he answered honestly. The rustling stopped above him, weren't they supposed to be eating at the moment? Resting so they could keep going? And here Rayne was climbing trees and wasting her energy.
“Then why did you tell me you were going to kill it?”
“Rayne, what are you doing up there?” He finally asked after getting tired of the interrogation. Really, the female did want to know everything. A fruit smacked him full on the top of the head and rolled near his feet, answering his question as his ears turned back in pain.
“A warning would have been nice!”
“A warning? No, a dragon slayer should have capable reflexes to know when something is going to hit him,” Rayne's voice said happily, he could hear from the mere tone she was smirking down at him. He leaned down, still rubbing the new bump on his head and grabbed the red and green fruit from the ground. “And you never answered my question.”
He heard the fruit falling this time, grabbing it out of the air above his head and looking up at her, nestled against the trunk and a thick branch with several more fruits in her lap.
“I wasn't planning on killing the dragon SOON,” he corrected himself as he placed the fruits he had closer to the roots. Rayne started tossing more down until there was a nice pile, before beginning to climb her way down. Magnus' eyes thinned a bit, before he grasped her around her waist and eased her back to earth, enjoying her expression of bewilderment far too much. “Does that answer your question?”
“No,” she stated in a lower grumble, her face reddening. Her eyes darted to his arm, rubbing at the scar on his bicep as she focused on it. “Where did you get this?”
He let out an annoyed sigh through his nostrils, although the air seemed to come out of every muscle of his body.
“I don't really want to relive old scars at the moment,” he responded, releasing his grip on her and beginning to grab some of the fruit in his hungry paws. He slumped down the tree and started munching on one, juicy and crisp even with the little patches of bruises. Rayne wandered over to him, sitting on one of the roots coming up off the ground and pulling her pack to her.
“You're going to be a bottomless pit, aren't you?” Rayne asked him in a slightly playful manner. He frowned up between a bite, chewing before responding,
“A what?”
“One of those males who just seems to keep eating,” she replied, before pointing at the three cores already around his feet. “Without a sign of satiation.”
Actually, before the sun rose up he'd had a nice horse for breakfast, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
“If I get hungry enough, I'll go find something on my own,” he responded with a raised brow, finishing off the fruit and tossing another core aside. Rayne shook her head as she looked off towards the tall grasses around them, taking a long few drinks from her water canteen. He pulled one of the fruits from the pile and tossed it into her lap, eying it, then meeting her gaze expectantly. Her eyes narrowed as she pulled the warm metal lip from her mouth, before capping the canteen and beginning to munch on the fruit. She seemed to finally quiet down again, Magnus trying to find some solace in that. She seemed to have forgotten how hungry she was and focused on filling her belly. He didn't openly watch her, but out of the corner of his eye he observed carefully. Rayne might be mad with the dragon, but she seemed now comfortable with the slayer. Somewhat comfortable anyway. Perhaps it was because they were walking away from the lair and his intentions made clear. He wasn't after—himself now, he wanted to get Rayne back to Sagewynd. Maybe that made her more receptive? Maybe the acknowledgment of their carnal needs had helped, since after the small frenzy of kisses she asked—or more suggested he come with her.
Quiet contemplation seemed to get him into trouble. He found his stare far more focused on Rayne's mouth than he had ever intended. When her brow quirked up and she started laughing, he turned away, feeling the abnormal blush come on his skin.
“I can see the kissing is going to be a problem,” Rayne stated aloud to him, still trying not to giggle.
“Is?” he repeated for clarification. He intended more of it, but he didn't think she would have brought it to light so easily.
“Yes,” she answered, narrowing her eyes a bit at him. “I've seen that look before, not in a while but I have.”
Why did he get the sudden overwhelming urge to destroy something? He wouldn't be one of those overly possessive males—at least where other males are concerned. He knew what was his, and whether she knew it or not he wouldn't follow her around like a love sick dog.
Although he was technically following her now, but he would make it less love sick in the future, NEAR future.
“So we should stop doing that,” she replied calmly. He knew his eyes read shock and slight anger, that would be the only reason she would start to smile at him like that.
“No.”
She let her smile stay but her brow drew down on her forehead.
“No?”
“No. We shouldn't stop,” he said officially, “Would you like specifics as to why?”
“Do I get a say in the matter at all?” she asked, slightly annoyed. The fruit that she had been munching on had become forgotten for the time being as it rolled near her feet.
“You had your say, you want to stop.”
“I said we SHOULD stop,” Rayne corrected him. “Not that I wanted to stop.”
“So, you would like to continue,” he replied quickly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.
“I didn't say that either,” She tried to state, but it became a weak attempt at an argument. Her body language read nervous, head up slightly as she knelt next to his thigh to prevent herself from toppling into his body.
“Then you tell me you don't want to kiss me,” he rumbled, “And I'll stop. Deal?”
Her eyes glared at him, not considering the deal but scrutinizing it. He knew now she couldn't say it, she would have blurted it out immediately. That small leeway made him pull her closer to meet his eye level.
“Come again? Anything to say?” he asked in a teasing tone, face playful and devious. “No?”
“You're being obnoxious again,” Rayne mumbled as her eyes looked into his, trying to remain defiant and in control, mostly of herself.
“You seem to like it,” he grinned, sharp teeth exposed. “You don't want something easy, you like it when things are more difficult. Then, maybe, you can think you had a chance of being right.”
“I am right. We should stop,” she whispered, mostly trying to convince herself.
“And that...is why you can't,” he whispered back. He had to test her boundaries, pulling her close to his mouth and waiting. She showed more control that he'd originally thought, but when he let go of her she didn't move away. Her mind was fighting, eyes telling all she was thinking, all she was considering. He feared if he took too drastic a move she would run off like a scared doe. He wanted her to kiss him, of her own free will. No deals, not him unable to control his own impulses. He wanted her to feel the need to kiss him.
Her internal battle seemed to go on too long, had he gotten it wrong? He felt foolish all of a sudden, beginning to pull back from her when she leaned in quickly and hesitated, before gently kissing him. This wasn't forced, greedy or feverish. This was quiet, soft and slightly sweet, the juices from the fruit still on her lips. He let out a satisfied groan, letting his paw cup her chin and return the soft, slow kiss. She pulled back to take a small breath, and he couldn't stop his moan from escaping his throat,
“Rayne...”
She jerked back like he'd stung her, eyes wide as she looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't help but frown at her and asked,
“What? What is it?”
“Nothing,” she responded rapidly, scrambling to stand and get her things. “We should get going, now.”
He growled to himself as she walked away, closing his eyes to keep his composure.
This female was going to drive him insane.
MINE.
~Angel~
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Females were put on this land for one reason, to drive males insane. Magnus was beginning to be sure of that fact. And it was a fact, nothing more or less. He was proving the fact now, trying to keep from pulling her off the road and continuing what that damned cart interrupted. He was going to tell her right then who he actually was, apologize for being an idiot and then take her back to his lair to figure out how this body matched up to her own. For him to even consider apologizing was almost unheard of even with his own kin, so Magnus wanting to openly do so to his mortal was another point towards insanity. But then she stopped him, mid sentence and wanted to continue on.
This female was going to drive him insane.
“Gaerwn? Did you hear me?”
Magnus, or Gaerwn currently, looked from his feet and to Rayne in front of him.
“Hm?” He asked calmly.
“We should stop and eat probably,” she repeated, gold eyes looking at him with a hint of concern. “I think we can take a break, its almost midday.”
Magnus realized then how hungry his stomach was and how thirsty he'd become walking on these small limbs. He had breakfast before her re-appearance but his stomach still wanted something to fill it back up. Rayne wandered off the road to a shorter tree with lower, snaking out branches before Gaerwn could even answer. She slipped off her pack and before he took a step off the road she disappeared into the upper foliage.
“Gaerwn, how long have you been waiting by the road for me?!” Rayne called from the leaves, making it sound as if the tree had a mouth of its own. He frowned, mind calculating a proper answer as to keep suspicions to a minimum. “Because you don't have a pack—food—water—the only thing you seem to be carrying is your sword and knife—and the ego, of course...”
He peered between the branches at her, knowing the last statement was supposed to be unheard but he heard it plain as day.
“My pack was stolen last night while I was on my search for your new exit point,” he called up at her. “Bandits tried to get my sword, but were satisfied with the food once I defended myself. Like I said, I know the road's not safe at night.”
She was quiet, where ever she was in the tree. Apparently that had made sense. He had forgotten how good he was at lying.
“But-” or not, “You've never had a pack with you when you've been waiting for me.”
“I usually conceal it,” He answered plainly. She was an observant little being, he would give her that.
“What happened to your armor?” she asked as her voice grew closer and the shuddering of limbs became evident almost above his head.
“I didn't need it, so I put it somewhere safe,” he answered calmly.
“Against a dragon, wouldn't you need it?”
Reason preserve him she asked as many questions of the slayer as the dragon! He tried to keep from smiling, looking down at his feet, sword and knife at his hips.
“I wasn't planning on killing the dragon,” he answered honestly. The rustling stopped above him, weren't they supposed to be eating at the moment? Resting so they could keep going? And here Rayne was climbing trees and wasting her energy.
“Then why did you tell me you were going to kill it?”
“Rayne, what are you doing up there?” He finally asked after getting tired of the interrogation. Really, the female did want to know everything. A fruit smacked him full on the top of the head and rolled near his feet, answering his question as his ears turned back in pain.
“A warning would have been nice!”
“A warning? No, a dragon slayer should have capable reflexes to know when something is going to hit him,” Rayne's voice said happily, he could hear from the mere tone she was smirking down at him. He leaned down, still rubbing the new bump on his head and grabbed the red and green fruit from the ground. “And you never answered my question.”
He heard the fruit falling this time, grabbing it out of the air above his head and looking up at her, nestled against the trunk and a thick branch with several more fruits in her lap.
“I wasn't planning on killing the dragon SOON,” he corrected himself as he placed the fruits he had closer to the roots. Rayne started tossing more down until there was a nice pile, before beginning to climb her way down. Magnus' eyes thinned a bit, before he grasped her around her waist and eased her back to earth, enjoying her expression of bewilderment far too much. “Does that answer your question?”
“No,” she stated in a lower grumble, her face reddening. Her eyes darted to his arm, rubbing at the scar on his bicep as she focused on it. “Where did you get this?”
He let out an annoyed sigh through his nostrils, although the air seemed to come out of every muscle of his body.
“I don't really want to relive old scars at the moment,” he responded, releasing his grip on her and beginning to grab some of the fruit in his hungry paws. He slumped down the tree and started munching on one, juicy and crisp even with the little patches of bruises. Rayne wandered over to him, sitting on one of the roots coming up off the ground and pulling her pack to her.
“You're going to be a bottomless pit, aren't you?” Rayne asked him in a slightly playful manner. He frowned up between a bite, chewing before responding,
“A what?”
“One of those males who just seems to keep eating,” she replied, before pointing at the three cores already around his feet. “Without a sign of satiation.”
Actually, before the sun rose up he'd had a nice horse for breakfast, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
“If I get hungry enough, I'll go find something on my own,” he responded with a raised brow, finishing off the fruit and tossing another core aside. Rayne shook her head as she looked off towards the tall grasses around them, taking a long few drinks from her water canteen. He pulled one of the fruits from the pile and tossed it into her lap, eying it, then meeting her gaze expectantly. Her eyes narrowed as she pulled the warm metal lip from her mouth, before capping the canteen and beginning to munch on the fruit. She seemed to finally quiet down again, Magnus trying to find some solace in that. She seemed to have forgotten how hungry she was and focused on filling her belly. He didn't openly watch her, but out of the corner of his eye he observed carefully. Rayne might be mad with the dragon, but she seemed now comfortable with the slayer. Somewhat comfortable anyway. Perhaps it was because they were walking away from the lair and his intentions made clear. He wasn't after—himself now, he wanted to get Rayne back to Sagewynd. Maybe that made her more receptive? Maybe the acknowledgment of their carnal needs had helped, since after the small frenzy of kisses she asked—or more suggested he come with her.
Quiet contemplation seemed to get him into trouble. He found his stare far more focused on Rayne's mouth than he had ever intended. When her brow quirked up and she started laughing, he turned away, feeling the abnormal blush come on his skin.
“I can see the kissing is going to be a problem,” Rayne stated aloud to him, still trying not to giggle.
“Is?” he repeated for clarification. He intended more of it, but he didn't think she would have brought it to light so easily.
“Yes,” she answered, narrowing her eyes a bit at him. “I've seen that look before, not in a while but I have.”
Why did he get the sudden overwhelming urge to destroy something? He wouldn't be one of those overly possessive males—at least where other males are concerned. He knew what was his, and whether she knew it or not he wouldn't follow her around like a love sick dog.
Although he was technically following her now, but he would make it less love sick in the future, NEAR future.
“So we should stop doing that,” she replied calmly. He knew his eyes read shock and slight anger, that would be the only reason she would start to smile at him like that.
“No.”
She let her smile stay but her brow drew down on her forehead.
“No?”
“No. We shouldn't stop,” he said officially, “Would you like specifics as to why?”
“Do I get a say in the matter at all?” she asked, slightly annoyed. The fruit that she had been munching on had become forgotten for the time being as it rolled near her feet.
“You had your say, you want to stop.”
“I said we SHOULD stop,” Rayne corrected him. “Not that I wanted to stop.”
“So, you would like to continue,” he replied quickly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.
“I didn't say that either,” She tried to state, but it became a weak attempt at an argument. Her body language read nervous, head up slightly as she knelt next to his thigh to prevent herself from toppling into his body.
“Then you tell me you don't want to kiss me,” he rumbled, “And I'll stop. Deal?”
Her eyes glared at him, not considering the deal but scrutinizing it. He knew now she couldn't say it, she would have blurted it out immediately. That small leeway made him pull her closer to meet his eye level.
“Come again? Anything to say?” he asked in a teasing tone, face playful and devious. “No?”
“You're being obnoxious again,” Rayne mumbled as her eyes looked into his, trying to remain defiant and in control, mostly of herself.
“You seem to like it,” he grinned, sharp teeth exposed. “You don't want something easy, you like it when things are more difficult. Then, maybe, you can think you had a chance of being right.”
“I am right. We should stop,” she whispered, mostly trying to convince herself.
“And that...is why you can't,” he whispered back. He had to test her boundaries, pulling her close to his mouth and waiting. She showed more control that he'd originally thought, but when he let go of her she didn't move away. Her mind was fighting, eyes telling all she was thinking, all she was considering. He feared if he took too drastic a move she would run off like a scared doe. He wanted her to kiss him, of her own free will. No deals, not him unable to control his own impulses. He wanted her to feel the need to kiss him.
Her internal battle seemed to go on too long, had he gotten it wrong? He felt foolish all of a sudden, beginning to pull back from her when she leaned in quickly and hesitated, before gently kissing him. This wasn't forced, greedy or feverish. This was quiet, soft and slightly sweet, the juices from the fruit still on her lips. He let out a satisfied groan, letting his paw cup her chin and return the soft, slow kiss. She pulled back to take a small breath, and he couldn't stop his moan from escaping his throat,
“Rayne...”
She jerked back like he'd stung her, eyes wide as she looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't help but frown at her and asked,
“What? What is it?”
“Nothing,” she responded rapidly, scrambling to stand and get her things. “We should get going, now.”
He growled to himself as she walked away, closing his eyes to keep his composure.
This female was going to drive him insane.
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Females were put on this land for one reason, to drive males insane.
that more true then peple think.
why els do you think we sometimes try to be tougher then we are!
why do we seem to do such incredibly stuped and dangers things.
becus instinct is telling us to do whatever it takes to impress the ladys even thou instincts cant allway keep up with the times and is realy realy bad at telling you how to do it the right whay ans we are foced to improvise. hard to thing of a good idea when hormones are drowning your evry thought!
that more true then peple think.
why els do you think we sometimes try to be tougher then we are!
why do we seem to do such incredibly stuped and dangers things.
becus instinct is telling us to do whatever it takes to impress the ladys even thou instincts cant allway keep up with the times and is realy realy bad at telling you how to do it the right whay ans we are foced to improvise. hard to thing of a good idea when hormones are drowning your evry thought!
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