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anemochory · 11 years ago

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Dwaula and Kavilesa; domesticity

This was a roleplay between myself and Karol which started out where there was going to be hanky-panky but first Kavilesa was having none of it, then Dwaula was upset and having none of it. The Dwaula comes home drunk and gets care-giver-y

Edit: also forgot to mention timeline, this takes place during the early years where Dwaula is still a Dreamer

Dwaula had been trying to draw his attention away from his work for an hour or more and he had finally - finally - snapped. He had carefully put down his tools and turned on his slender fire blossom.

"Enough," he growled as he stalked across the distance separating them. "I cannot work while you natter, weed."

"Good." Dwaula replied with an insufferable grin. That had been the whole point really. "So fish-eggs, what's say I drag you kicking and screaming out to a pub somewhere and we start a little fun?" he suggested, not the least intimidated by his Heartwood, placing his hands on his hips and leaning in close

"How about... no?" Was Kavilesa's response. He stopped a mere breath from Dwaula and glared at him, clearly quite put out that his work had been interrupted. "You well know I do not like 'pubs'," he said, lips twisting into a sneer on the word. "Too loud and too many unwashed, dirty bodies. And the stink." He could go on but instead he crossed his arms and glowered from beneath lowered brows at his flame tree.

Dwaula turned his red lips into a pout "Spoil sport." he tilted his head to the side and started to grin again "The stink gives it character, lets you know it's been lived in..." he said trying to rouse a smile to the smouldering face.

"We should do something, I've been pacing around the house waiting for you to move your fine ass for waaaay too long. I'm -bored-." he whined as only he could whine at Kavilesa

The slightly smaller sylvari frowned darkly at Dwaula. He HAD been working on a commission when his fire brand had set about his mission of distraction. He should be punished.

"I suppose there is... SOMETHING... we could do," he said, expression softening and lips turning up slightly. He turned around and started heading for the bedroom.

Dwaula's eyes brightened when Kavi started smiling and those eyes trailed after him as he headed to their bedrom "heheheh, I do love it when you get frisky." he purred as he hurried to catch up.

Once they got there Dwaula crept his hands up the other sylvari's back to his shoulders, leaning in to try and bite gently under Kavi's 'ear'

A small - very, very small - sound escaped Kavi's lips before he could clamp down on it and he rolled his head back to peer at Dwaula. This was not punishment.

"Get on the bed," he said, his voice tightly controlled once more.

A soft chuckle escaped the rogue when he managed to pull that sound from the Stoic Stump.

Grinning in a very self satisfied manner Dwaula skipped around Kavilesa and practically leapt onto the bed, facing Kavi and loosely crossing his legs in front of him, looking up at him happily

Kavilesa watched Dwaula skip about, his smile growing a fraction. He sauntered over to his flame tree and climbed onto the bed before him. "Lay down," he murmured, pressing Dwaula square in the chest with one hand.

He leaned forward to try and steal a kiss from the other before complying, never the sort to take simple direction in bed without adding a bit to it. After one attempt, however successful, he laid back, grin never leaving his face

The kiss stolen, Kavilesa's smile widened into a grin now that his heart wood lay sprawled supine upon the bed. He straddled his fire blossom's hips and then reached up and behind the bed. With one swift movement he secured a crude iron manacle about the thief's left wrist. While the shock was just setting in, he did the same with Dwaula's other wrist and sat back, smile wide

Dwaula blinked dumbly at the manacle. He hadn't been expecting that.

A slightly confused look crossed his face as he looked back at Kavi and his now wide smile.

"...uh Kaviar? I can't touch you if my hands are tied." he said, stating the obvious as if it were something his heartwood had forgotten ".....where did you even get those?" he asked a moment later

"I MADE them," the dark sylvari smugly declared, "for just such an occasion as this." He looked around the room and, spying what he was looking for, got off his dear heart and fetched one of the pairs of noble ladies underthings his little thief had stolen. He returned, smile triumphant, and forced the wadded cloth into Dwaula's mouth.

"Now, you just sit here and wait until I've finished what I was working on."

Dwaula started to get a put out look as soon as Kavi got off of him, which only turned to one of shock and soon to be cut off protest as he came back with the underthings

"Wha-HEY! MMMPHH!" He actually -glared- at Kavilesa from his position before he started working to spit the panties out, struggling to get himself into a sitting position.

He was not impressed with this sudden turn.

"Don't make me tie that in, Dwaula," Kavi threatened as he turned and sauntered from the room. "I'll be back shortly."

Dwaula growled as he was able to sit enough to help him spit the gag out.

"Your 'shortly' takes HOURS!" the thief protested at the jewellers back, pout almost audible in his voice, waiting only a moment for Kavi to leave before he started trying to twist his way out.

As in all things made by Kavi the manacles had not been done cheaply. The locks were intricate and they fit fairly snugly around Dwaula's wrists... almost as if they had been made specifically for him.

Lucky for Dwaula Kavilesa's 'shortly' this time did indeed prove to be quite short. The soot black sylvari returned after only a half hour or so.

Dwaula was sitting at the head of the bed, leafy mohawke dishevelled from struggling and waiting in boredom. He turned a very unhappy look at his heartwood.

"Take. Them. Off."

"Of course, fire blossom," said Kavilesa even as he shed his leafy clothing as he neared the bed. He settled himself beside his flame tree and lovingly removed the left manacle, pressing his lips to bruised and grazed skin, dark tongue darting out to taste of Dwaula's sap

Dwaula pursed his lips as he felt Kavilesa's lips and tongue on the raw skin of his wrist. It felt odd.

"That wasn't funny." he said, feeling it needed emphasis.

"Really?" Kavilesa murmured, tongue passing over the abrasions again and again. "I thought it was HILARIOUS." He reached up and undid the other manacle then and treated its released wrist with the same attention.

Lost as he was in doing so he forgot himself a little and teeth grazed against tender skin before he realises what he was doing. He tensed for a moment and then pressed an apologetic kiss to the swollen skin.

Dwaula pouted "Do you have any idea how -DULL- this room is when you're the only one IN it?" he started to argue "That wasn't fair, I just wanted us to have some fun ahh!" he hissed in surprise as he felt Kavi's teeth on his sore skin, instinctively trying to pull away and blinking at his lover.

"Apologies," Kavi murmured although what he was apologising FOR was certainly not Dwaula's boredom. He kissed his ember petal's wrist again and looked up at him sorrowfully. "You just taste so GOOD." He smiled and began to kiss and nibble his way up Dwaula's forearm. "I just want to gobble you all up."

Frowning the thief pushed Kavilesa away with a hand on his forehead.

“Yeah, well you can just gobble yourself up for the rest of the night.” Dwaula grumbled, getting up from the bed and going for his coat which was slung haphazardly over a chair.

He wasn't usually rebuffed and he wasn't sure he liked the feeling but if Dwaula was going to go out he could get his hands on the gift he had been crafting for him lately. "Of course," he said, falling back on his elbows. "Don't spend too much time with that..." He paused and his lips turned down ever so slightly. "That charr."

Dwaula spun on Kavilesa as he slipped on his coat, looking back at him with a scowl.

“-That Charr- doesn't tie me up and leave me.” he snapped “When I was just trying to do something nice for you.”

He started to storm out pausing at the doorway “I might be out -all night- with -that Charr- so don't wait up.”

If their rooms in the Grove had doors he would have slammed them.

Shrugging of his heart wood's sudden turn of mood - dreamers, unpredictable as summer storms - Kavilesa pushed himself up and then padded back into his work room, naked. He settled down in front of the table, stroked the bioluminescent globe of a plant into a bright glow and withdrew a dagger from a hidden compartment in his work bench. Then he set to work.

The scarlet Sylvari stumbled back in in the small hours of the next morning, smelling of ale and sporting several bracelets which he had not had when he left. Groaning slightly and rubbing his eyes he started wandering the house for Kavilesa.

The sound of Dwaula returning startled Kavilesa out of his reverie and he hurriedly covered his project with a cloth then got to his feet to find his fire blossom. "You're drunk," he observed when he found the other sylvari going through the rooms of their house.

Dwaula looked over at Kavi for a moment , swaying slightly before he seemed to understand “Yes! I am.” he confirmed, walking up to the other and reaching up, cupping his face and leaning in for a kiss.

While he didn't generally approve of drinking to excess, but if it meant he was apparently forgiven than he could find it within his heart to let it go. He smiled slightly. "Did you have your fun?" he asked softly.

Dwaula drew back nodding with a smile before one of the hands holding Kavi's face drew back and delivered a firm slap.

“You haven't eaten since lunch have you?” Drunk Dwaula was... odd.

Kavilesa reeled back in surprise, a hand going up to his stinging cheek. He stared at Dwaula with widened rose coloured eyes - what the hell? "I... may not have eaten... since breakfast," he admitted more because he was surprised by the slap than anything else.

The rogue seemed to growl, face scrunching up in a frown before he reached for Kavilesa's free hand to better drag him to the kitchen.

“Well you wont come out so you're just gonna have whatever we have in the house.” he said, slurring slightly.

"But..." protested Kavilesa. He was probably 20 kilograms heavier than his flame tree and if he wanted he could have just dug his heels in but he was so flustered by Dwaula's current state that he let himself be dragged about like a - like a child.

"But I'm not hungry, Dwaula," he finally managed to say, voice displaying just how flustered he was.

“Well you bloody well should be you nut!” he said, exasperated as he lead Kavilesa into the kitchen and sat him down in a chair, pushing him down with hands on his shoulders. With a slightly unfocused look that nevertheless said you-better-not-get-up he turned for their pantry and started rummaging through.

Eventually he turned back with arms full of bread, dried meat, cheese and carrot. A few moments later a close approximation to a sandwich, though looking as hurriedly put together as it was was shoved in front of the burned stump.

“Eat it.”

Helplessly Kavi looked between Dwaula and the abomination he was calling a sandwich. "Dwaula," he said in the most placating voice he could manage, "I'm really not hungry." And, hitting upon a bright idea, "do you want me to ruin my appetite for breakfast?"

Dwaulas frown seemed to deepen as he grabbed a chair, faced it backwards and straddled it so he could cross his arms over the back.

“You didn't eat lunch OR dinner. You're HUNGRY you just don't THINK you are.” he snapped before the motion of his own head got to him and he had to still a moment to focus.

Something about Dwaula in this mood... Kavilesa couldn't put his finger on it but something about it was oddly attractive. Sighing softly, he picked up the sandwich and, locking eyes with Dwaula, gingerly took a bite of the monstrosity...

...only to discover he was ravenous. He had sincerely thought that he wasn't but the first bite of that sandwich must have kick started something because he scoffed it down hurriedly after that.

Dwaula's lips spread into a grin seeing his Heartwood finally eating, and finishing the whole thing at that. He knew he had been right, of course he was.

“See? I toooold you.” he said “If you'd just come out we could have had something real nice but nooooooooo.”

Because Dwaula was drunk and because he was fairly sure his fire blossom wouldn't remember in the morning he nodded. "Yes," he said, "you are right." And because drunk Dwaula was oddly arousing he pulled the other sylvari close - the chair rocking forward dangerously - and kissed him.

"You should be more demanding," he murmured against Dwaula's lips.

He made a surprised noise as Kavi pulled him into a kiss, nearly loosing his balance over the table.

“Nnngh. Ok. Don't tie me up like that again.” he growled before leaning in for another kiss, before pulling back to laugh helplessly because he could taste the meat and cheese still in the others mouth.

"Nice try," the burned stump said with a chuckle. Smiling, he watched Dwaula laugh and then he eyes lit up when he realised something. He was still naked...

"Well," he said as he stood up, "I think I'm going to go to bed." He stretched his arms up above his head, muscles rippling beneath dark skin-like bark. He pivoted around on the ball of his foot and sauntered from the kitchen but not before smiling invitingly at his drunken partner.

#Dwaula #Kavilesa #RP #Sylvari #I apologise for the length

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