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Inktober Prompts I do what I want: Day 6

The other half of my art trade with @bloodywaluigi!! She drew Magica De Spell and it looks so cool!! I coloured this version, but she also coloured it for herself and did a rad as hell job :D

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Hi, I saw your requests are open and wondered if you’d do an Obi Wan fic where he’s been dreaming about his soul mate, but he soon finds out they are going to be married to some prince. Any fluff or happy ending would be good, but I don’t mind, I just think it’d be cool 🙂 also I’m female, but I don’t mind gender neutral or male if you think it would work better? Thankyou x

I had so much fun writing this. I was tempted with a part 2, but you guys can all let me know whether you'd like one or not?

Mad Love

Obi Wan Kenobi x Original Female Character

Word count: 3168

Obi Wan knew exactly what the dreams meant, but the conflict inside of him was growing. He was a Jedi, he abided by the code no matter what. The shape of her was recognisable, but not like anyone he’d ever met before, there were no defining features, just a vague shape that he was desperate to connect to.

It was every night for months he saw the shape, the feeling of warmth and comfort and serenity. She was everything he’d been looking for without even knowing it, she was what he wanted more than anything and it was starting to interfere with his focus.

He went to find Master Yoda for advice, anything to stop himself going mad at the thought of wanting something he’d sworn never to have.

‘Out of control, your conflict is growing.’ Yoda nodded, humming to himself. ‘Answers, you must find.’

‘But how?’ Obi Wan shook his head. ‘I don’t even know who she is.’

‘Clear, her identity will become.’ Yoda nodded again. ‘Patience, you will need.’

‘Yes, master.’ Obi Wan bowed his head.

Whilst talking with Master Yoda, he felt better, but the second he was left to his own thoughts, it was maddening. Yoda seemed to think she would make herself known soon and until a time he could be sure of how soon that was, Obi Wan would need to find something to distract himself.

For the most part, Obi Wan had stayed on Coruscant, not wanting to take missions away from the planet in case his focus was truly compromised. He’d gone on a few security assignments here and there, with Anakin off on Naboo, there wasn’t much in the way of distractions. He’d been working with Plo Koon on his fitness, liking the banter the older Jedi had and it was good for him to stay in shape in case he was called away suddenly.

The arrival of a new royal family had him and Plo Koon busy with ensuring security was at a maximum, it again was good practise and a nice distraction for a few moments at a time, but Obi Wan’s gaze was drawn and permanently stuck to the woman standing next to the young Prince who had descended from the ship. It was her.

Her eyes lingered on the ground, even when sorrowful, she looked beautiful. Her detailed features now slotted perfectly into the empty shape he had been dreaming about for months. Finally, he knew who his soul mate was and it terrified him as much as excited him.

Obi Wan went to step forward, he wanted to introduce himself, but Plo Koon began talking to him about the reasoning the family were here. Obi Wan’s gaze then expanded to include the young Prince who stood next to her, he looked so disinterested in anything that was happening around him. He whispered something to her and made her smile. Surprisingly Obi Wan didn’t feel jealous, he was just astounded by the way her mouth pulled up to show even a hint of joy.

‘To be married.’ Plo Koon said, quietly.

‘I’m sorry?’ Obi Wan shook himself out of his trance.

‘The young Prince and his bride to be.’ Plo Koon repeated. ‘Their marriage will secure a peace between the two trading worlds, an essential addition to the Republic.’

‘She’s marrying him?’ Obi Wan felt his heart cracking, the pain radiating up to his neck and down to his stomach. It was unbearable. His soul mate, the one he was meant to be with, the single most fitting individual this universe had for him, and she was unavailable.

Obi Wan watched as the King ushered his son and fiancé away inside. The two Jedis followed in close behind, Obi Wan unable to take his eyes of the magnificent creature in front of him. Plo Koon knew that Obi Wan was distracted, once they were inside the Senate building, he found it rather amusing, but reminded Obi Wan to focus on the security of the Princess rather than ogling her so blatantly.

Once the Princess’s family had arrived, Obi Wan was pleased to see her whole demeanour had changed, seeing her parents again after what seemed to have been a long time away from them, made her very happy indeed. Obi Wan wanted, once again, to go over and introduce himself, but the presence of Plo Koon, reminded him of his place in the room.

The meeting began and both the Prince and beautiful Princess sat to one side a little bored and not especially interested in very much, it was a curious thing to observe. Clearly this arranged marriage was not to the suiting of either of them, but they seemed to be helpless to do anything about it. The Prince made her smile a few times and she returned the gesture, quietly, but Obi Wan was caught out when her gaze lifted enough to catch his.

It was as if the room changed, something direct, warm and ever sustainable formed between them. A connection that was instant and irreversible. Obi Wan wasn’t sure how long they held each other’s gaze, but it was long enough for the Prince to ask if she was okay.

Obi Wan didn’t want her to look away, but he was aware that he couldn’t exactly just stand staring at her forever. Plo Koon shifted and once again, his focus returned. Suddenly he could see the Princess smiling much more widely with the Prince, but she was stealing glances at Obi Wan throughout the rest of the meeting.

‘Perhaps,’ the Prince interrupted his father making plans for everyone for dinner. ‘My fiancé and I could have some time before dinner to relax from the long journey here?’ He was incredibly well spoken and polite and seemed to know something Obi Wan didn’t. ‘Master Jedi.’ He suddenly looked to Obi Wan.

‘Obi Wan Kenobi.’ Obi Wan gave a polite bow, but his gaze was still on the Princess whose cheeks blushed a little.

‘Master Kenobi.’ The Prince corrected himself. ‘Would you be so kind as to escort us to the gardens?’

‘Of course, your highness.’ Obi Wan agreed, a little quickly and Plo Koon noticed, chuckling to himself.

Obi Wan went to lead them towards the gardens, but the Prince insisted on going to his room first. Once they arrived, he encouraged the Princess to change into something a little more comfortable than her formal gown. She gave him a playful scowl and sauntered off to the bedroom where their things had been brought up for them.

‘Master Kenobi,’ the Prince smiled, he seemed like such an easy going man and a tremendously well-spoken individual. ‘I confess, I have no interest in going to the gardens.’

‘Okay.’ Obi Wan frowned, confused.

‘I would, however, ask that for appearances sake, you bring my fiancé back in good time before anyone realises that we are not together.’

Obi Wan was more confused than ever. ‘I don’t understand.’

‘I have some things I need to attend to,’ the Prince changed the subject. ‘I will remain here with the guard outside my room which should more than satisfy your security concerns.’ He gave Obi Wan a playful smile. ‘She will explain everything else. Press her for an answer if she doesn’t.’

Before he could ask another question, the two men turned to where the Princess came back looking very different. She was not longer wearing the elegant gown of a Princess, but instead a woman more representative of an adventurer came out, tying her hair up and locking her gaze with Obi Wan’s.

‘Have fun.’ The Prince approached, pecking her cheek as the Princess shook her head, clearly knowing something that Obi Wan didn’t.

‘Your highness.’ Obi Wan almost breathed the words as she finally approached him.

They went out to the gardens and Obi Wan realised that they had yet to speak to one another, the silence was incredibly comfortable and no one seemed to care about them wandering around, in fact no one seemed to recognise the Princess for who she was.

They stopped close to a fountain and the Princess sat on the edge, staring down at the creatures swimming around beneath the surface.

‘I’ve been having the most curious dreams, Master Kenobi.’ The first thing she said to him and her voice was suddenly all he ever wanted to hear for the rest of his life. ‘A figure I couldn’t quite see-‘

‘A shape with no defining features.’ Obi Wan nodded. ‘I have been having similar dreams.’

‘Have you managed to fill in the missing pieces, Master Kenobi?’

Obi Wan inhaled deeply. ‘I believe, I have, yes.’ He couldn’t help his smile. But as much as he wanted to sit beside her, something stopped him. ‘I have felt conflicted these last few months, but now all I feel is sorrow.’

The Princess was starting to feel it as well. ‘I understand.’ She nodded. ‘I’m not what you expected me to be, not what you wanted.’

‘What?’ Obi Wan exclaimed. ‘No, no, of course not, you’re… very beautiful… but despite our obvious connection, I cannot break my oath to the Jedi Order and even if I did… you’ve been promised to another.’

The Princess smiled gently. ‘The Prince is wonderful, he’s everything anyone could possible want in a spouse, but I’m afraid he’s not interested in my type.’

‘Your type?’

‘Women.’ She clarified. ‘He’s a wonderful friend, we get along, we have a lot of fun at the expense of our parents mostly and both have a desire to see our trade worlds unite for the Republic’s sake, but I’m afraid that is all our relationship extends to. We will marry firstly to secure his secret, but also for the peace it will bring our people.’

‘It’s a marriage of convenience.’ Obi Wan nodded, understanding.

‘It is.’ She blinked slowly, biting her lip gently before continuing. ‘I told him about my dreams and ever since he’s been on the look out for who this mysterious figure might have been. When I saw you across the room at the meeting…’ she swallowed thickly. ‘Well, it was only obvious to him. No one else knows about my dreams and no one else knows about him. They can’t.’

Obi Wan nodded again. He decided to sit with her on the edge of the fountain and suddenly found the details of her face to be hypnotizingly beautiful.

‘If the peace treaty is signed and you are married to the Prince,’ Obi Wan was unsure how to ask what he wanted to. ‘What will happen to you?’

‘Well, that depends entirely on you.’ She smiled. ‘You said you cannot break your oath, if that’s true, then all of this will be for nothing. I will endeavour to stay as far away from Coruscant as I can.’ The thought of never seeing her again was one that hurt Obi Wan so deeply, he was sure she could feel it as well. ‘If you decide I am someone you can learn to love from afar, then perhaps I will visit when I can, but I would not ask more of you than you are willing to give.’

Obi Wan inhaled deeply and thought hard. ‘Attachments are forbidden within the Order. Under no circumstances can I become attached to anyone, it is a path to the Dark Side and I cannot risk it.’

He could feel her sorrow once again.

‘Okay.’ She nodded, trying to smile. ‘I understand. It was good to meet you Obi Wan Kenobi, even if it was only for a short while.’

‘Your highness.’ Obi Wan bowed, politely.

She stood up to leave the gardens and all the way back to her rooms, Obi Wan thought on what he was doing. This was the woman who was made to be with him, the one who would accept every part of him, Jedi and all, he had been going mad at the thought of her in his dreams, what was he doing throwing that away so frivolously?

‘Your highness.’ He said, stopping her in the empty hallway before they reached her rooms. She turned to face him, eager to hear him say anything, but he was suddenly very unsure of what the right words were. ‘Please… please try to understand me…’ he found himself begging her for something.

Her hand came up to his cheek, her soft fingers gently brushing the tears away. She smiled weakly. ‘I do.’ She whispered. ‘I always have.’

He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to talk to her for hours, days if he could. She was right though, she was stranger, he didn’t know the first thing about her and yet he felt he understood everything about her.

It had only been two days guarding the Prince and Princess, but Obi Wan felt his mind always drawn to the sorrow of the Princess, she was good at hiding it from almost everyone, but Obi Wan could feel it and it was driving him mad. She was leaving tomorrow morning at first light, he had no time to talk with her, all he could do was watch. The Prince was good at keeping her focused on the meetings, they were very good at looking like they were in love, despite the truth of the matter.

‘Conflict grows ever more inside you.’ Yoda had approached behind him while the Senate was in discussion. ‘Find your soulmate, have you?’

‘I have.’ Obi Wan sighed, they spoke quietly out of earshot of anyone, especially the Princess.

‘And yet, over joyed, you are not.’ Yoda pressed for more.

‘I cannot break my oath and she is already promised to another.’ Obi Wan explained.

Yoda hummed, nodding. ‘Not as it seems, my instincts tell me. Suited to you she is, promised to another she may be, but another is not what has been promised.’

‘What do you mean?’

Yoda scanned the Senate and sighed. ‘The Jedi Code is clear, attachments are forbidden, but soul mates are not attachments, deeper the connection runs. The Force guides them together. Why? It is not known.’

‘You’re saying that we have been brought together by the Force?’ Obi Wan frowned.

‘Suited to you, she is. Accepting of your Jedi duties, she will be. She must, otherwise, she is not your soulmate.’ Yoda giggled a little to himself as he walked away from Obi Wan, leaving him with a lot to think about.

The meeting ran for another few hours, all the while, Obi Wan thought on what Master Yoda had said, if she really was meant to be with him, then maybe his worries were for nothing. If he wanted to be with her and still be a Jedi to the best of his ability, then maybe it was possible, the Force brought them together, there must have been a reason for it.

Once the Senate began dispersing, he made sure to catch her eye, she could tell he wanted to talk to him. The Prince engaged his father-in-law in conversation, heading down the hallway ahead of them.

‘I feel I may have been too rash in my previous statement.’ Obi Wan said, hating how formal it sounded. ‘Something is bringing us together and the last few days have been unbearable for me, my focus has not been what it once was and I am concerned the reason why was my attachment to the Jedi Order.’

‘I thought Jedis weren’t supposed to have attachments?’ She asked it in a curious way. He could tell she wasn’t trying to be snarky about it, but rather try to understand him better.

‘We’re not, but attachments are not the same as connections.’ Obi Wan tried to explain, but he was getting in a bit of a mess about things. ‘I’m sorry, these conversations don’t come easy to me.’

‘Then say it plainly and simply.’ She said, managing to get him to focus entirely on her.

‘I would like to kiss you.’ He said, not quite in control of his own words. ‘I would like to share everything with you and not know anything else.’

He watched her cheeks flush pink as she glanced in front of her where the Prince was still engaging her father in conversation.

‘As would I.’ She bit her lip. ‘Father?’ She said, the kindly King turning to see his daughter. ‘I’m not feeling so well, I think it’s best I rest before the journey home tomorrow.’

‘Really? You don’t want to try to eat something?’ Her father placed the back of his hand against her cheek and hummed.

‘You did complain of a fever this morning,’ the Prince spoke up. ‘I can imagine sitting for hours on end in a humid room wouldn’t have helped. Perhaps Master Kenobi could escort you back to the room and keep an eye on you this evening?’

‘Yes, I think that would be appropriate.’ The King agreed.

Obi Wan smirked beneath his beard, knowing fine well that she wasn’t sick at all, but the fact that the Prince was backing her up was a nice touch. They really would be a lovely front for their people and if it looked like the Prince was keen on Obi Wan’s appointment as her security, then maybe more was possible after all.

‘Your highness.’ Obi Wan gestured politely for them to move down another corridor towards her room. They were quiet for some time, not daring speak aloud in case someone overheard them who shouldn’t have done.

Once they arrived, Obi Wan watched her take the top layer of her delicate gown off, revealing her smooth shoulders. He felt his mouth water a little. They sat together on the sofa, taking about anything they could think of, including how they might make this work, the possibility that she could learn a way of meditating so he could communicate with her was one that appealed to her greatly.

Finally, he couldn’t help his gaze dropping to her mouth. It made her cheeks flush pink and he loved that look on her.

He could see that she was doing something similar, her eyes drawn to his lips and Obi Wan felt his heart beating hard against his chest.

‘Obi Wan.’ She breathed and he understood what she was asking of him.

Obi Wan was nervous, having so little experience in the field of romance, but somehow, he didn’t feel it mattered with her. He softly pressed his lips to hers and felt what he’d been craving for far too long, satisfaction. He listened to her humming against him and decided to try sliding his hand over her soft jawline, delving into her hair, he could feel the way she enjoyed it, but it was making him nervous.

Her hand came up to his chest, gently stopping him. ‘You’re not ready.’ She said, feeling his hesitation. ‘It’s okay.’ She whispered against his mouth. ‘I can wait.’

She was perfect. Obi Wan was in love.

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May I ask, if The Boys were going to cook you a dish, what would it be? Thankyou!

you MAY ask ! It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these lsdkfjg esp since the ask blog’s been closed (which, heads up to everyone, that’ll likely open up again sometime this week now that I’m home from visiting Kat)

Cooking is one of the very few skills Din doesn’t have a very good handle on. He doesn’t do it very often at all, and when he does, it’s usually over a fire and for survival, not enjoyment. He can rehydrate and/or heat up rations, but otherwise, he’s kinda useless. That being said, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to learn, or try. What I think would happen is that you start to cook in the little galley on the ship, and as you get more comfortable in the small space, you start being able to do more complex things with the limited equipment available to you. And one of Din’s master skills, observation, serves him well this time. He watches you, picks up on things, and by eating your cooking, learns what flavors go well together. After a while he’s confident enough to make something; he doens’t start with a big meal, but he does start with something familiar; uj cake. It’s a Mandalorian cake he hadn’t had in a long time, in fact he’d all but forgotten it until you pulled out some spices that smelled exactly like some of the spices used in the dessert. But he grew up eating it on special occasions, and he wants you to try it, too.

Ezra’s surprisingly skilled in the kitchen for someone who seemingly doesn’t spend much time in one. His career choices led him away from that kind of thing. But, he is truly a jack of all trades, and consistently surprises you with new dishes and fun twists on old ones. His favorite thing to make, though, is comfort food. Dishes that remind him of places he called home, that remind you of home. Of all the comfort foods he enjoys making, though, his absolute favorite is stew. It’s hearty, it’s delicious, and you can play around with the ingredients based on what’s available and in season, and you’ll still end up with a delicious meal. Plus, it’s one of those things that you can put on and walk away from, it’s not difficult to make. The best part of cooking for you, though, is the smile you get on your face when you take that first bite and you smile, even if it’s something you’ve had before. (The second best thing about cooking for you is when he gets to fuck you on the counter)

Javi.............. Javi knows how to cook like three things. He’s very much aware of this, and kinda feels bad, especially when you cook for the two of you and it’s so good and he’s really only confident in his ability to carry home takeout. But, one time, he goes on a trip to Laredo, just a few days to apparently ‘help his dad with something.’ Really, he’s going to pick his dad’s brain and have him teach Javi how to make something so he can come back home and impress you. He learns how to make tamales, which are pretty labor intensive, but damn they’re so worth it in the end. He comes home from Laredo and, while you’re at work one day, makes a big batch of them. They’re amazing, and you insist on helping him next time he decides to make them; make it a fun couples thing.

Whiskey fuckin NAILS breakfast food. First morning after your first night together, he’s up making you a fuckin. whole nine yards, pancakes and bacon and coffee and eggs Breakfast(tm). From scratch pancakes, too, not that boxed mix garbage. And by god he fucking fresh squeezed orange juice. Who does that?! Jack fuckin Daniels that’s who. Granted, that’s not the only thing he’s good at making; he’s really good with the grill, and made the best ribs you’d ever had in your life. Like, holy shit. Also, he strikes me as someone who’d go hunting, and he knows how to prepare what he hunted. Gamey? never heard of her. That being said have y’all ever seen someone correctly butcher an animal? Maybe it’s just my foodie ass but god. It’s really attractive and this man? He knows how to do that shit. Hh

Max knows how to cook and cook well, for a couple reasons. One, it prevents suspicion from parties he doesn’t want knowing he’s a vampire by making and eating human food. Two, you’re still living and you gotta eat and he’s gonna make you dinner whether you like it or not. He wants to make sure you’re fed and hydrated, ESPECIALLY if you’re letting him feed off of you. He’s the kind of guy who’ll ask what your favorite food is, then make you that. Any time you want. He is known to make a couple things he learned how to make while he was in Romania that didn’t look or sound particularly good to you, but he made you try them and honestly? Yeah, they’re not bad. But yeah, even though his vampirism has made regular food unsatisfying, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t taste good, but it also means that he doesn’t feel too bad about skipping out on stuff he doesn’t particularly like. That means that even if he doesn’t like your favorite dish, he’ll still make it for you and not complain a bit.

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SugarDaddy Matt

Taliesin is down on his luck and looks for some financial support from a friend of a friend. Matt is not interested in a house maid.

Taliesin is the same age and the rest of the group are younger.

3500+ words

Taliesin sits quietly at the bar looking down into the empty shot glass he is holding. The music above head changes as the bartender refills his glass with clear liquor.  As he takes the shot a lithe frame spills onto the bar chair beside him. Taliesin glances over and nods to his young friend in a mesh tank top hanging from his slim shoulders.

"Hello Liam."

Liam purses his lips as he watches Taliesin. "What are you doing?"

"I'm having a drink. What are you doing?" Taliesin taps his glass on the counter a moment .

"I'm going out there and having some fun, like you should be doing."

"Liam," Taliesin tries to stop the younger man.

"Taliesin,” Liam matches Taliesin’s tone and laughs at the look he gets. “You've been coming in here and hiding for awhile. You aren't even dressed up," Liam leans in rubbing Tal's side gently to feel the soft, university tee that the man was wearing. "You look so pretty in leather. Where's you leather?"

"I don't fit it," Taliesin says bluntly.

Liam blinks as he looks up at the man. He sits back and looks Taliesin over. He sees the roundness to his face, and the soft curve of his belly. Sure Tal was never ripped, or especially thin, but he certainly had put weight on.

Liam huffs abit, "You aren't even wearing a collar any more! You love collars. How is anyone supposed to know what you're here for?"

"You aren't wearing a collar," Taliesin frowns.

Liam shrugs one shoulder, "Yeah but I'm working the room."

"I'm really not in the mood to play" Taliesin folds his arms on the bar.

"Then why are you here?"

"I want to drink."

Liam frowns and scoots in closer, "Taliesin?"

"I'm fine."

Liam sighs and glances around. "Come on. There's no one in the upstairs room."

"I'm fine."

"Come on," Liam hops to he feet and snags Tal's free hand. He tugs a little, "Please?"

Taliesin sighs and takes the shot that had been refilled before getting to his feet. "Fine."

Liam leads the way along the back wall and up a set of stairs. It's much quieter upstairs away from the music and chatting. Liam pulls Tal into the play room there which is empty, so they settle down onto the dark sofa.

Taliesin groans softly as he relaxes, stretching his legs out in front of himself. Bar stools really mess up your back after a while.

He knows what questions Liam is going to have and he really would rather not answer them. A tight bubble of shame rose in his gut as he could feel Liam starting to build up to his questionnaire.

"I haven't really talked with you in a while," Liam folds his legs under him, grabbing a throw pillow to hold in his lap.

"Yeah. Been busy."

"Work?"

"Kinda."

"I don't-."

"Looking for work," Taliesin stares out the heavily tinted front windows.

Liam bites his lip a moment. "Trading up?"

Taliesin closes his eyes and his head falls back against the sofa. "I was laid off last month."

"I didn't know."

"I didn't tell anyone."

"Taliesin."

"Don't get that tone with me," Taliesin lays his hand ontop of Liam's head, smiling to himself when he hears the younger man huff.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"I need a job. I need money. I need to afford rent," Taliesin rubs his face and sighs, "Need to get my life together."

Liam scoots in closer and smooths his hand up Taliesin's bare arm.  "Taliesin you know I adore you but you kinda look like shit in this light."

"I haven't slept. I should probably eat at some point today," he laughs, "I manage to not eat and gain weight. Fuck me."

"Hey," Liam frowns and sits up on his knees to scowl down at Taliesin. "You've never talked about yourself like this."

"Yeah, well," Taliesin stops himself. He doesn't want to say anything hurtful to Liam. He isn't mad at Liam, he adores the little guy. Taliesin hooks his arm around the boy and drags him down onto his chest.

Liam takes it in stride and gives Taliesin a squeeze, nuzzling into the man's chest. "You are really snuggly now though."

Taliesin laughs again as he pets Liam's hair.

They lay there quietly together for a few minutes, listening to the muffled beat of the music downstairs.

Liam breaks the silence in a soft but serious tone. "How desperate are you?"

"Getting there."

"Can you last till next friday?"

"I'm getting evicted next Wednesday."

"What even was your plan?" Liam turns his head, still laying on Taliesin’s chest but now looking up at him.

"I have no clue," Taliesin whispers, a dampness forming at his eyes.

Liam sits up and presses tender kisses to Taliesin's hair line. Taliesin always appreciates how openly loving and affectionate Liam is, and now in this moment it feels like a lifeline.

"Hey buddy, don't cry. We're gonna get you some help." Liam lays his hands on either cheek.

"What can I do at this point?"

"How desperate?"

"Very."

"And you don't fit in your leather any more?"

"Not really."

"Can you dress up nice?"

"Like for an interview?" Taliesin takes Liam's hands and sits up with his friend perched in his lap.

Liam smiles at Taliesin's frowning and skeptical face.

"Sort of."

---

Taliesin stares at his closet, towel around his waist. He has a few hours before he is supposed to be at the club a little before open.

He grabs his phone from atop his bed.

-How nice should I dress?

He sits down on the edge of his little bed, discarding his towel there. He starts to brush his damp hair down and considers giving himself a trim.

Liam replies quickly.

- Dress to impress!

- I have a nice suit?

- No. Don't out dress him. Dress cute.

- Cute?

- Yeah. You're cute Tal! Show off what you've got! Bring your bestest, softest you.

- Alright.

Taliesin sighs and drops his phone onto his bed. He stares at his closet again, going over what he has and what could be considered cute.

"What the hell Liam," Taliesin groans before getting up again.

--

Taliesin lets himself in the back door of the club, nodding to the servers who were getting ready in the kitchen.

"Did Liam come in yet?"

"Yeah. He's waiting for you."

"Thankyou," Taliesin moves quickly to the front room, and is relieved to see Liam alone.

"There you are." Liam is laid back on a sofa and playing on his phone. "You look nice!"

"Think so?" Taliesin smooths his hands over the short sleeved, grey button up.

"Yeah. The pants looks great," Liam winks.

"Glad I still fit them," Taliesin glances at lavender jeans. He sits down by Liam.

"He will be here in a minute," Liam sits up and leans on his friend.

Taliesin nods, squeezing his hands together in his lap.

"Don't be so nervous. It'll be fine."

"It's not just this. But this is what it's come to," Taliesin bites his lip. "Desperate for the help of a stranger."

Liam just leans up and softly kisses Tal's cheek.

It's then that someone tries to open the front door only to knock. Liam hops up and goes to answer leaving Taliesin to nervously get to his feet and check his clothes.

"Hey Matt! Thanks for coming over,"  Liam lets in a tall, slim built boy.

"Of course," Matt nods, smiling, "you had such an interesting offer."

Taliesin's gut tightens nervously as he waits. He examines Matt quickly. The boy was dressed in dark tones, all a sort of gray or black color. It paled him out but not in a terrible way, with some shoulder length ginger hair.

They both turn to look at him at the same time and Taliesin fearfully wonders if he'd missed something while not listening.

Matt glances to Liam again, smile faltering.

Taliesin jumps into action, moving towards them and offering his hand. "Hello," he smiles, "I'm Taliesin it's nice to meet you."

Matt shakes his hand, "Taliesin good to meet you. Been hearing so much these past few days."

"All good I hope," he jokes.

"All interesting," Matt openly looks him over.

Taliesin stands still under the gaze and just watches Matt quietly before Liam speaks up.

"Let's sit and talk things out?" He claps his hands and leads them over to one of the empty tables.

Once they have all settled in there really is no build up to the main discussion.

"So," Matt speaks up, hands clasped on the tabletop, "you want a place to live and financial support. What can you do?"

Taliesin holds his hands neatly in his lap and squeezes them to keep calm as he quickly replies. "I can cook, clean, run errands."

"Live in help? That isn't what I'm looking for," Matt gets a coy grin, laughing softly.

"Of course," Taliesin nods curtly trying to ignore the way Matt laughs at him.

"I want a someone who is mine. A pet. Can you do that?"

"I've got plenty of experience."

"Full time? I am requiring 24/7, full power exchange in return for full financial support and care."

Taliesin's feels like his hammering heart has begun to rise into his throat. He had talked about and done much more lewd and vain things but something about Matt's tone and the idea he could be entering some complicated scripted arrangement with this near stranger? It was affecting him deeply.

"Sure. I could do that. I think there would need to be a lot of discussion first," Taliesin feels like he just hears himself speaking.

"Of course," Matt opens the backpack he has brought and hands Taliesin a pocket folder. Matt passes him a pen, "I'm sure there is nothing too new to you in there, but there is talk on the full time exchange."

Taliesin takes a packet of papers out and nods as he begins to read. Matt and Liam both take one as well with Liam glancing through it curiously and Matt filling it out as he goes. Taliesin appreciates Liam's mediating presence, he isn't sure he'd continue to sit here under the humor of the rich kid across from him if Liam wasn't here to ground him.

"Have you reached the first part," Matt seemes patient as Taliesin reads.

"Umm yes," Taliesin glances up. "The description?"

"Yeah."

"Okay.

"What questions do you have?"

Taliesin looks back down for a moment. "You uh, you sure mean 24/7 don't you?" He laughs and hopes it doesn't sound to nervous as he looks to Liam.

"Yes. Yeah, I really do," Matt glances down to read, "full time and constant power exchange with the rules, expectations, and repercussions for both sides listed in the next pages." He looks back up now, seeing both of the two older men just staring back. "Remember you can always safe word out at any time. It won't end the entire agreement unless you refuse to continue the arrangement. It won't be immediate by any means. We will play that by ear. So what do you say? Can you agree so far?"

"I'd like to try." Taliesin has to admit to himself and only himself that there is a part of him that's very interested. A tiered, humiliated, and terribly nervous part of himself.

Matt nods slowly for a moment, "Alright. Guess we don't really lose anything from you trying. If you would really like to try and actually want to do this then sign."

"Is this legal?" Taliesin frowns, pausing at the sign line.

"Nooo. It's just for us really. So we have a hard copy of what it is we're agreeing to." Matt reassures.

Liam speaks up now, "I've got a similar one with him for when we have played. Smaller though."

"I bet," Taliesin tries to sign neatly and not allow his hand to shake too terribly.

"The next part is just for you. I want you to write down what you want out of this. Include room and board sure but anything else."

Taliesin stares at this list drawing a blank. As prompted he writes down room, board, financial stability, help with health care needs.

"Is that it?" Matt eyes Taliesin and his paper before glancing towards Liam for some help. He hopes Liam can coax more interaction from his friend.

Taliesin only nods before Liam leans over towards him. "What about the weight thing bud?" He smiles softly.

"Weight? He can't help me with my weight," Taliesin shakes his head, not even entertaining the idea as he starts to turn the page.

"You need help with your weight? I can help you lose weight." Matt smiles with some excitement at the skeptical look Taliesin give him. He can tell already this guy would be plenty of fun. Liam has really talked him up. Making Taliesin out like he was the perfect match for everything Matt is wanting in a full time sub. He is a little older then when Matt was expecting, but something about about putting an older man in his place excites Matt.  "It's easy. Diet, exercise, and discipline and I can have you losing weight."

Taliesin nods and begins to laugh, not entirely sure why. He just feels his nerves bubbling up into his throat, and he wants to find the determined way the young man was watching him as amusing and not as intimidating. "Sure," Taliesin nods. "Gone this far after all, that is practically nothing." Taliesin jots down, 'Lose Weight.'

"What else," Matt prompts, leaning forward with his arms on the table top. "We can discuss to add more later on if it comes up but I want to make sure we start with something." He falls more serious, seeming genuinely concerned that Taliesin is getting enough out of this arrangement.

Taliesin shakes his head as he continues to laugh. "Sure sure, let me think," he taps his pen on the list. As he stares at his own hands he scowls and quickly moves them to his lap to try and hide the growing tremor.

"You're nervous?" Matt cracks a smile.

"No no. I forgot my med's. So they're just kinda doing that," Tal makes another attempt to move on in the paper work.

"Forget often?"

Taliesin looks up at Matt, eyes narrowing some. "I'd say yes but I really don't think my medication needs to be on this list."

"Why not? Seems pretty important. I feel like if I am going to be taking care of you and am in charge of you then I want you doing things like taking your medication."

"I mean helping me remember would be nice," Taliesin speaks slowly.

Matt challenges him, "You're afraid to put it on the list because you'd just get yourself in trouble."

"Would I?"

"Only as often as you don't take your medicine," Matt shrugs.

Taliesin refuses. "I'd really rather not then."

Matt frowns, his nose scrunching up as he does, "is it that bad? Are you forgetting that much?"

Taliesin feels heat in his face for the first time during all of this. "I'm forgetful, I get distracted." He hopes he isn't too red.

"Uh huh," Matt is beginning to take on a new tone, one Taliesin isn't thrilled to hear.

"Really it's not like I choose not to."

"Sure." The same unbelieving tone, like he's speaking to a child.

"What?"

"Why not put it down? I can help you remember and I promise to remember you are forgetful. Because I am not forgetful."

Taliesin sits quietly, holding his pen tightly. "I...I'll think about it."

Matt nods, shrugging one shoulder, "Alright. We can discuss it again later."

Taliesin pointedly turns the page to read the next part. He could feel the two younger men watching him as he reads, quietly waiting on him to continue to sign his independence away. Sure none of this is legal but that doesn't make it any less real.

"This is impressive," Taliesin looks over the extensive checklist in front of him. There is a solid page of listed kinks and fetishes. Taliesin doesn't see anything he'd never heard of but it is still impressive. He is being prompted to rate them with a check mark for things he enjoyed, a triangle for things he didn't exactly enjoy or wanted to discuss further but did not necessarily hate, then an X for things he refused.

"Take your time with that," Matt stands up, still smiling, "I'm gonna grab something to drink. Want anything?" With murmurs of no Matt leaves to go check the bar.

"Are you alright?" Liam asks, keeping his voice quiet.

"So far," Taliesin scans the paper slowly, pen paused at the edge and leaving a small spot of ink. He spots things he is particularly fond of or finds standard and gave them check marks. He pauses as canning. He enjoys canning others, not receiving. He gives it a triangle.

Spanking. Checkmark. Rope bondage. Checkmark. Suspension. An X. Cockwarming. A triangle. He continues on like this, skipping things and coming back to them as he needs.

"You look intimidated by some papers. Like it's your final exam or something," Liam laughs but he sounds nervous as well.

"This is extensive." Taliesin taps the paper. "A lot of good stuff sure, but just...a lot."

"Yeah, this is longer than when I talked to him," Liam looks through the list, finding a lot of things that hadn't been offered as play in his papers. Though those did seem like things that took more than a few hours. "Oh geez, long term chastity. Hell no."

Taliesin mumbles, frowning over the top of his papers as he reads.  He makes marks and notes as he goes. Matt seems like he wants details, he can have details.

Matt settles back down into his seat, seeming to have a few issues with his long legs fitting comfortably back under the table. "How we doing? They let me buy some salsa," the young man sets out a tray he'd been given with dips and chips.

Matt watches Taliesin as he and Liam share the chips. "You know you can change this whenever you like, this draft is not the end all be all of what our arrangement can be."

"Might as well start off best we can, yeah?"

Matt concedes, "Well alright. I appreciate the effort. Just don't stress yourself too much."

"Are you gonna fill this out too," Taliesin points to the rating scale.

"I'm more interested in your own rating. I want to work off what you want," Matt eats another chip.

"Well I'm interested in your ratings."

Matt's head tilts to the side a bit with some surprise, "Alright. I'll fill it out in a minute and you can have a look."

Taliesin switches gears and decides to start his own questions. "How long have you been a dom?"

Matt scrunches his brow. "I dunno about 5 or 6 years?"

Taliesin is suprised. Is Matt older than he looks? "How old are you?"

"25," Matt grins, very clearly impressed with himself.

Taliesin chuckles, "you really jumped right into this didn't you?"

"Yup. Knew what I wanted and as soon as I could I had it," he continues his proud smile. "How about you?"

"Not sure really. I was around 20 when I started. I say around 20 years," Taliesin finishes off his list.

"Impressive. Always been submissive," Matt asks.

"No certainly not. In the beginning yes but I've done it all by now. A little of everything." Taliesin turns the page. "What's the rest if this?"

"This part is for us to discuss expectations and limits." Matt quickly eats another chip before turning his page. "Sounds good," Taliesin must admit that this was some pretty well made paper work. Covered all the bases. "So just for general repayment you'll be given a daily chore schedule. Is that agreeable?" Tal nods slowly, "if it is within reason." "Yeah. I don't have a copy of it right now but it's really just home care things. Some cleaning and cooking and such." Tal makes notes on this page as he continues to nod, "yeah that seems reasonable." "If you fail to or refuse to complete these chores it is grounds for punishment of my choice within the bounds of your list. Is this agreeable?" Taliesin continues to nod and scratch notes. He feels his face getting hot again and would rather not show it. "Is it not set punishment?" "What do you mean? And how about you look up when you speak to me." Taliesin curtly looks up and folds his hands neatly on the table. He watches Matt beam at him and has a lot of mixed feelings. Matt on the other hand loves the feeling he got from commanding the older man. "I mean," Taliesin begins, "one  failure to obey is a certain punishment, a second failure is another. The punishments are pre decided." "We can discuss something like that. I don't personally want it too preset because I think you are a smart, experienced man and there would need to be some unknown aspect to punishments to really effect you." Taliesin hums, "well. You aren't wrong I suppose." Matt laughs then. "Alright. I do assure you that punishments will always be within the bounds of your list unless discussed other wise, but I personally would prefer to have creative freedom. Is that agreeable?" Taliesin really doesn't see anything wrong with this concept. If it stays within his list. Matt speaks up again. "How about, if you ever feel a punishment is really too severe for the problem then you can use a safe pause word and we will find something you agree with?" Taliesin nods, "alright. That is agreeable." He looks back down and scribbles it down. "I will require you to fulfill random orders but also take care of yourself. You will eat regularly and well. You will keep up hygiene and health care. You will sleep properly. I am not putting any direct rules into that because I bet you can feed yourself just fine but if I feel you are not then I will step in. How about that?" "Yeah," Tal glances up, "sounds perfectly fine."

Matt smiles at Taliesin when he looks up, wanting to show he was pleased by it. “So what do you want?”

“Obviously I am wanting financial support and a decent wage.”

“Wage huh?”

Taliesin nods, “of course. A livable wage.”

“So I should supply you room and board and a full livable wage?”

Tal pauses. “Well I will certainly need some monetary compensation for my work.”

“I'm not sure about a full wage if you're living with me. Maybe later if you choose to leave and continue to work for me i'll up the pay and help you find some place to live. For now we can work out an allowance.”

Taliesin feels a clenching in his gut at "allowance". Matt using that word really frames what this arrangement is going to be. He forces himself to speak. "What do you mean by allowance?" "I'll get you a prepaid card connected to my bank and I can just give you money." Matt smiles, personally very much enjoying this. That extra edge of control excites him. Taliesin nods. "Alright. As long as I am being compensated for my work." He writes this down on the other half of the page. He looks to Liam wanting some help thinking of what he expected from Matt. "You," Taliesin begins again, "have to respect my personal needs. Of course I will do what you need and earn my space but...I do need space. I enjoy people and playing and all that but I need private quiet time. I would like some control over the room I stay in as well. And I gotta have free time to just get some fresh air and do what I like." Matt nods slowly as Taliesin makes his points. He is amused about how Taliesin was skirting around more serious terms. So he decides to push forward. "Well if you're my full time sub I don't mind any of that. If you need to go out you'll just keep me updated on where you are." There is a hot flutter in Taliesin's chest as he nods curtly in his best attempt to keep full composure. "Sounds good." He quickly looks back down and finishes his writing. "So," Matt is finishing off his packet to trade with Taliesin. "We have talked about the general description of what this arrangement is. We have talked about sexual limits and preferences, things you want from the arrangement, and general expectations for one another. Is there anything else you'd like to talk about right now?" Taliesin shakes his head slowly as he thinks. "No I think this is a good place to start." "Okay then. Let's sign the bottom." Matt scribbles his signature then trades packets with Taliesin to sign under his name on the second packet.  "I filled that packet out so you can look it over." "Yeah I see that. I appreciate it." "Okay final question I suppose. When will you be ready to move in? I have a room prepped." Matt puts Tal's packet back in the folder and in his bag. "Well, I'm evicted on wednesday." "So I've heard," Matt nods ,"if you want to come in today you are welcome. But if you want to wait till tomorrow or Wednesday that's alright too." Taliesin tap his finger on the edge of the table. "I need to finish packing so maybe..late tomorrow?" "Alright. We can come help you get everything in cars and lead you to your new home." Matt nudges Liam playfully. Liam smiles and nods. "Yeah. We will come by and get some lunch and help you settle in." The smile he gives Taliesin is a soft and reassuring smile. He didn't think he could agree to what Taliesin was agreeing to. But also he knew there was a level of enjoyment the older man could get from this that he wouldn't. "Sounds good." Taliesin smiles back and gets up as the others do.

Matt puts his bag on and is surprised when Taliesin holds his hand out. Matt shakes his hand as and laughs. "I really think this will be fun." "I sure hope," Taliesin nods and looks to Liam. "I'll see you two tomorrow around noon?" "Yeah," Liam chirps, "see you then buddy. Have a good evening." Taliesin follows out behind the other two and heads for his own car. He sees Liam gets into Matt's small, black car. He sits with Matt's packet of papers on his knees, reading through it as the others drive away. He sits there for sometime, listening to the radio and just thinking until another car pulls into the parking lot. The club will open soon. Taliesin pulls out of the lot and heads home to force himself to pack.

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The Proper kidnapping. pt. 1 (kinda)

Ah, alright. So the only reason I ever had any inspiration to write this was because of @firethatgrewsolow, so I just wanted to thank you for all your hard work on the fics, we love them so much. But I wrote this all in good fun and if anyone enjoys it I do have the second part but you know I kinda want to see what kind of reaction this will get :) ANNOYING I KNOW BUT: just disclaimers- its veryyyy loosely based, its just made up shit (i hope that doesn’t offend anyone because I know people like accuracy with references but yeah.) there was no real time or date when this is set I figured that’s more fun to leave up to the readers imagination :) Also if you have any suggestions on how I could improve please tell me, because I really would like an outsiders opinion on it (go easy im new at this lol) BUT YES I hope this is fun to read in the least enjoy!

I stood front row. Front fucking row, it wasn’t a dream I was here. it was dark and humid everyone was yelling, people were pushing and shoving me in excitement. It was everything I wanted a led zeppelin concert to be. I knew every song I memorized every line and moan Robert sang. My only wish was that he would make eye contact with me, just once. I remember reading an interview in creem magazine about him that he said, “some nights I could fuck the whole front row..” That always stuck with me. Especially because I was there. “hey don’t I know you form some where?” a dirty man who smelled like pot barked at me, and no he did not know me from somewhere. But I paid him no  mind. My mind was in another universe, another galaxy. It was the loudest it had been all night until a flash of red light. Everything went silent and smoke exploded from Johns drums, Robert appeared through the hazy cloud holding the microphone and nodding his head, moving his hips along with the chords.. They started with heartbreaker. It sounded so dirty and heavy live I couldn’t believe it. Jimmy made his way toward the front of the stage kicking his leg up in that little dance he does. Then Robert, oh Robert his jeans looked particularly low and tight tonight. I stood corner to the stage, so when he started working his way into the middle I feared he wouldn’t ever come over to my side. He hit every note, improvising as they went. A normal 6 minute song went on for 30 minutes. It was magical. They took a 15 minute break to go back stage, something with the amps was going wrong, Robert blew the crowd a kiss with both hands and said “don’t worry now, we’ll be back. You can blame Mr. Page for the intermission” Jimmy smiled  shrugging his shoulders and then yelled something at Robert. They laughed, still cant make out what It was he said. The crowd cried out for a second until becoming boisterous again. The same dirtbag made his way over to me, he handed me a joint stuttering “hey take a hit of this and ill trade seats with you”  "where are you even sitting? If its not better than my seat than fuck off" “naw naw right over there” he pointed up at the ceiling. What a moron. I followed his finger as he pointed up and told him, “you just go back to your uh, seat alright?” “ alright your loss man ill be coolin and you can be droolinnnn” he dragged out his sentence and stumbled away. I fluffed my fingers through my hair one more time before they were going to come out. I was still set on that one on one moment with the golden god. Jonsey and Jimmy ran back on stage getting into position, the lights were barley on but you could still see them, then Robert picked up the mic and said “are you ready now, were back! and we wont leave until you’ve all had enough, how does that sound?” the crowd cheered and yelled. I could hear the girls behind me yelling “fuck me Robert Robert!!” I couldn’t believe how bold they were. I mean sure I wanted nothing more than to be with him, but show a little subtlety. Robert looked back at John and said" ready?“ they began to play and it was so much louder. Which I didn’t think could be all possible. I guess the amp really did make a difference. They moved into since I’ve been loving you, and I thought for sure, this is my chance. It was such a slow sensual song I figured this was prime time to get my eye contact with Robert. But alas, he stayed right in the middle of the stage Where I could only see his side profile towering over me. I began looking around to see if I could push in with someone closer to the center. I was determined. Then I saw the pot head guy from earlier, standing right dab in the middle! What a joke, he did have a good seat. I started pushing through the crowd to him, people shoved and pinched at me "sit down you asshole, we cant see” I just kept going. I was not leaving tonight without looking into those stormy blue eyes. Finally I made my way over to the guy, I fell down onto the steps right on my arm, “ah fuck” I squealed. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, “hey you made it, you still want a hit?” “you said your seat was in the ceiling, what the fuck?” I said. I couldn’t tell if he was high, stupid, or both. “ yeah man I  pointed to the sky, when zeppelin plays its like your on clouds” I laughed looking up at the ceiling, “ hey your alright, sorry I was mean to you earlier I thought you were just some idiot” . He was a nice guy, with an even nicer spot that I was going to take. I pointed at the floor where he was standing. The unsaid rule of, move over type of thing. He opened his arms inviting me over “thankyou you’ve made my night” he just smiled and shut his eyes. Now, finally he stood in front of my very eyes. I could see it all, every curve muscle and shape of Robert, I swear I could see the blood moving through his veins.He started getting more intense and raspy with his voice, he stepped closer to the edge of the stage, I put my hand out in front of me to see if I could touch him. Crazy I know, but there is this unexplainable feeling that takes over you as your that close to a god. My hand brushed against the leg of his pants. I looked up to see if he could feel it. He didn’t seem to notice so I did it once more, this time I felt his calf. Then he stood still, right in front of me. Shook his hair back, exhaled and looked down. His eyes were shut, I studied him in awe. The lights dimmed and one focused subtlety on him, then he snapped his eyes open, my hand was still near the stage. Idiot, he looked at my hand and followed it back into my eyes. He at me with such intensity, I felt my legs shake. Even though the music was still loud it felt quiet, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. He was looking at me. He smirked and stepped back puckering his lips. Once he broke eye contact I stumbled almost completely falling over in my spot. My new friend grabbed me helping me stand,“woah you okay man, I know id fall over if Robert looked at me like that” “yeah yeah ill be fine thanks” was i fine? I was more than fine. Over the moon. He looked into my soul with his pool of blue eyes and I still couldn’t believe it. The show went on for another 2 hours and each second was bliss. He glared at me a few more times but nothing like that one time. Nothing could compare to that, nothing. When they finally ended Robert did his usual blowing a big open kiss to the crowd bowing down “Good night San Fran Cisco! ” They walked off stage slapping and shoving one another playfully, they knew they had just put on an amazing show. My friend made his way over to what I thought was the exit, “hey come on with me I heard you can see their dressing rooms from there” I was in no position to turn down seeing Robert undressed so, I followed. I grabbed his hand as he lead me through a dark hallway, there was band equipment and wires everywhere. “you sure you know where your going?” “yeah man for sure. I’ve seen the stones here before I know my way around” We finally made our way to a dimly lit room that had drinks on marble tables and mirrors lining the walls, “we are not supposed to be back here.  I thought you knew your way around? Where are you taking me” He put both his hands on either of my shoulders, “just relax man we are on our way to the stair way” “the stairway?! your blasted! get off me, lets go were gonna get in trouble!” We heard the door open from behind us, and heard a loud voice “and if i see one more fucking bootlegger, ill have their leg” it was the band manager, the ever terrifying Peter Grant. We hid behind the mirror propped against the wall,my heart has never raced so fast.“ what are we going to do” “just keep calm don’t talk” he put is fingers up to his mouth. Then I heard jimmy “where the bloody hell is my..ah there you are” he said picking up his jack daniels. He kissed the bottle and they made their way out. We scurried out from the mirror and ran to the door , “come on this way” We ran into doors, and tripped over cords, until we eventually ran into.. Peter Grant “what the fuck have we got ‘ere a bunch of fans or bootleggers?” I just stared at this massive man in shock, "well which is it?” The band started to crowd up behind him, Jimmy was rubbing his eyes and smiling, a sort of  awe how cute smile. John and Jonsey just laughed it seemed the only one truly mad was, Peter. Really it was innocent I suppose. Sure I was trying to see Robert naked but who isn’t! Then Robert came up behind Peter putting his hand on his shoulders,“ have you seen my..” he stopped to look at us. I looked right into his eyes, god I couldn’t believe how close we were. He smiled after scoping us both out and looked back to Peter who was still furious. “well go on answer so I can figure what to do with you two. I could 'ave you arrested you know” he reached out to grab my arm when Robert spoke up “no no shes uh, shes with me. Love I told you not to go the back way! you should have came right back stage to my dressing room” he looked down at me and winked putting his arms around my shoulders. Peter looked at Robert and shook his head, “well fuck lets get on then, the jet is leaving”. All the boys were still excited and rambunctious from the show. Robert spun me around, arms still wrapped around me. He waited for everyone to walk a bit ahead until he lead the way, what was I doing. “ Now now, just a minute.You’re the one from the front row aren’t you little one?” he remembered me ??  "Me? the one you looked at, um yeah that was me I’m surprised you remember I mean.. I bet you look at all the girls that way"  He looked ahead and smiled, “well, I don’t look at them all and remember them they way I did with you my love.” What. Was. Happening. We finally made our way to the steps entering the jet. It was larger than I had seen in magazines and on T.V, before. Just as I stepped on,reality sunk in. I’m going on the Starship with Led Zeppelin and what was even crazier was how normal it felt. Why did Robert protect me? He must have other groupies that he could bring with him. Why just some girl from the crowd? He grabbed my hand leading me in front of him up the stairs, “are you sure ?” I said looking at him wearily.  He slowly shook his head ,“but of course, if I hadn’t of wanted you aboard  then I would have let Peter rip you in two”. I smiled and walked up the steps. Robert followed and kept hold of my hand. He had this weird comforting nature about him, making me feel safe. Like no one could touch me. Before I even entered the doorway I could hear the yelling and laughing, John Paul Jones had went on the organ playing some song I had never heard before, Jimmy sat by the window with his arms around what I think was groupie. She had big brown eyes and looked younger than any of the other ones I had ever seen before. Although I hadn’t seen many, so what were they supposed to look like. I looked back at Robert once more to lead the way. All the girls on the plane were yelling and ran up to him as he entered, “Robert so nice of you to finally join us, what’s your drink?” said one of them. She was definitely more of the assistant type then the sleep with the boys type. “none for me yet anyway, I’ve got to get settled in.” he pointed ahead to the room straight down the hall. “the one all the way on the end?” he raised both eyebrows and smirked, “that’s the one, big bed huh” BIG BED?! IS THAT WHAT HE JUST SAID. My heart fluttered, I held his hand tighter and walked straight down to the room. It was only lit by a small light in the corner. The decor was dark yellow and green. The carpet felt soft and expensive. He threw down the bag he was holding on the bed and flopped onto it. “ahh its been a long night, long long night.” he really focused on the word long. He spread his legs further apart and stretched his arms over his head, I just stood there in awe. His muscles contracted on his arms and his chest lowered when he inhaled. “this room is beautiful Robert, I really like the.. uh the carpet” I was trying to distract from my obvious discomfort  of his presence. But saying something stupid wasn’t exactly the best distraction. He laughed while sitting up, “your a nervous thing aren’t you? tell me whats your name nervous girl” tell him your god damn name. “its Paige like you know a page in a book, but with an I right after the a” when would I learn to keep my mouth shut. “Paige what an innocent name. My lovely innocent girl.” He stood up and put his hand on my cheek while his other lightly grasped my waist. “just a little innocent girl, tell me why were you backstage innocent angle” because I wanted to see you naked. “ well actually I was looking for my friend he was the one trying to get backstage and I didn’t want him to get in any trouble. Really a big misunderstanding. I would never sneak back stage at one of your shows, I respect you guys too much” I scrunched my face putting my hand up at my forehead. I was a nervous wreck blurting out nonsense. He laughed again louder grabbing at my waist with both hands, “well what a lucky misunderstanding,” “lucky? how so?” “well if you hadn’t snuck backstage I would have been thinking  of the girl in the crowd all night”. He really did feel it too. The same shock wave I felt when I looked deep into his eyes. “and you grabbed at my leg didn’t you? Ill tell you I was afraid I was going to trip off the stage! you nearly ruined the show” he actually felt that..shit. “I didn’t mean to..i just you were so close to me. I almost didn’t believe it so I thought If I could just..”  If you could just touch me, you would know it was real" How did he.. “yes! Exactly! how did you know?” “well because, that’s precisely what I’m doing right now” he grabbed harder at my sides trailing down to my bottom. He slightly lifted my skirt with his hands and leaned into me. He pressed his lips into mine with such a delicate force. It felt so natural. I kissed him back and put my hand behind his neck into his hair. I opened my eyes to see my hand touching his golden locks, I wanted that as a mental picture for ever. Then he opened his eyes and pulled away laughing. Was I that funny ? “you are a funny one aren’t you?” he pinched at my cheek, “I love a good laugh I’m going to keep you around for a while Paige” a while? how longs awhile. All this time I thought he throws girls away after each night. Would he keep me for a few nights? Spend time with me during the day? “well funny girl, how about a drink?” I nodded eagerly. We walked out into the central area and made our way over to the bar, the same women was handing out drinks and looked at me and Robert and smiled, “ready for a drink now love birds?” Robert looked down at me and smiled, “yeah you know we are, give me my usual. And for the beautiful Paige?” I had never had an ounce of alcohol in my life. To be quite honest I thought it smelled bad, so what is my drink. “I’ll have whatever Roberts having.” she looked at me with wide eyes and laughed, “you’re a little thing how much does it take to get you drunk sweetie?” as if I had any sort of clue. Robert even looked down at me laughing, “you sure you can take it Paige? I don’t mess around” “I can take it, I’m cool” they bursted out laughing. Were they laughing at me or with me? With my awkward charm, it was most likely at me. Robert shook his head and kissed my cheek, he whispered in my ear “don’t be so nervous they wont bite” I just nodded and straightened my back. She handed Robert the drinks and he signaled with his head to the seats in the most secluded area. We finally sat down, but a flow of girls rushed over “Robert you were incredible tonight really, I was absolutely moved.” I couldn’t believe how close they were getting to him. Rubbing his legs and chest. He raised both his arms in the air still holding the drinks, “girls could you lay off me please. Your here for Mr. Page over there” Jimmy still sat with the same girl from earlier. “he’s busy with some baby groupie, and besides we know how to take care of you..” take care of you? God I could feel my face turn red and eyes tear. don’t you fucking cry. The girls were all tall with long legs and big boobs, probably more suited for Robert anyway. “for chrissake I’m with someone important right now, would you bloody piss off!” I’d never heard him angry, well I’d never really heard him anything before tonight. But this was pure anger. The girls shot their eyes at me and looked me up and down,“fine have fun with your little virgin, hell if she knows what to do with it” My face flushed again. My eyes filling up with tears. I quickly wiped my eyes and Robert looked at me “ I’m so sorry Paige their like vultures really, I cant stand when..” he notice me wiping away tears. “oh no my love, don’t let them get to you. Their simply jealous. I promise. I want to be here with you right now, that’s why I saved you.” I felt much more comfortable after hearing that , “can I be honest Robert” “why of course my love, anything,” He wants to be here with me right, so I should be as honest as possible. “I don’t drink. I don’t even like alcohol. I just took it to seem mature. I’m afraid I really don’t fit in with the girls here.” I feared for his reaction. It’s not easy to fake confidence around Robert Plant “But Paige my dear, that’s the reason I like you so much. You’re different from them. Do you think I like being with a girl who knows exactly what she is doing all the time? I like how unsure you are. Its refreshing” he enjoyed being with me? I let that sink in before I said anything else. “you musnt worry my dear I wont let them bother you again.” I nodded and fixed my eyes,“you shouldn’t wear any makeup at all Paige your eyes are too beautiful to hide behind it.” He pushed the hair out of my face and held my cheeks, “that’s what everyone says” "Well their right you know? Now, enough tears come here so I can hold you.” he patted his lap motioning me over. I stood up and sat down my back facing him. Putting my hands on his thighs, they were so thick and lean. He put his hands at my hips and started pulling at me, “spin around so I can look at you love,” I lifted my legs and spun around, I straddled him and put my hands at his shoulders. “now that’s better, you do have a lovely back but id much rather be looking at the front of you.” I laughed and ran my hands down onto his chest. I was taking as many mental pictures as I feasibly could. His broad chest encased with hair, he was slightly tanned. The Golden God. He wasrubbing at my hips and bottom as he pulled me closer. I could feel how hard he was. My hands had made their way down to his abdomen. Oh my god he felt so statuesque and trim. Still slightly sweaty from the concert. “how about a lap dance Paigey girl” I stopped rubbing at him and smirked, now this I knew how to do. Id given lap dances before and haven’t had any complaints. I pushed my hair behind my shoulders and arched my back before standing up. He re-positioned himself spreading his legs and putting his hands behind his head. I turned around back facing him and bent over, I made sure my dress lifted. He put his hand on my back guiding me into him. I grinded painfully slow and rubbed both of his thighs moving progressively closer into the center with each stroke. I stood up so I could lower my top, he looked at me intently and rubbed at his chest. “now don’t make me suffer, finish the dance baby” I flipped my hair once more and straddled him, facing forward. I put my arm onto his shoulders and began grinding again. My other hand on his thigh. He grabbed my hips pulling me hard into him. He looked down between the space between us and let out a breathy moan, “ahh you feel so good” Enough to make me loose it, god don’t make me lose it. He pulled me in and kissed at my neck and chest. I wrapped my hands in his hair once more, He stopped to look up at me, “would you like to wait for me in the bedroom or can I have you right here?”  I felt my heart flutter, “the bedroom sounds lovely Robert”

[dear--j]

Two Shot Report - 13/5/17 - Osaka Intex - Thumbnail

The last time I was at a 48G event was back at Takamina’s last handshake in Fukuoka ;; It’s been quite a while and I’m not really a fan of the group anymore (instead, I’m more a fan of individual girls), so I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.

I arrived around 8:30. It was raining and kinda cold, but it was warm enough instead which was good. I got my tickets stamped and the staff tried to speak English to me which got me confused (she said name check, but it sounded like name chigau, so I was like?? No, it’s definitely my name lol).

The line wasn’t that big (people didn’t really show up until the third and fourth slots), so I was able to go to Miichan’s lane quickly. I was expecting it to be busy, but it was honestly pretty dead. I went to visit her in the first and second slots, and it was the same both times. It must suck being placed to Yukirin, who is always busy…

Actually, I won a cheki on my first try lol What are the odds! As such, we got to have a nice convo.

Miichan: Hello! Me: Hello! Miichan: What pose are you thinking of? Me: Is a heart ok? Miichan: Ok! –takes picture- Miichan: How old are you? Me: -- (a lady’s age is a secret ;p) Miichan: Wow, you’re Japanese is good! Me: Ah, my kanji is not good tho Miichan: Mm, yeah, kanji is difficult huh? (brief silence) Me: Actually, my birthday is on the 30th! Miichan: Ah, that’s soon Me: So the two-shot is a present to myself lol Miichan: -nods- -time- Thank you, come again ok? Me: Yes, I will!

She seemed a little down (maybe not a morning person?) but she cheered up for the second slot when she recognised me.

Miichan: Oh! You’re back! What pose? Me: Ummmmm cat? Miichan: Cat! Like this! –pose and photo- Miichan: Thank you! –handshake- Me: Thank you~ Miichan: Come again… Niku? Me: -laughing- Nikki! Miichan: Nikki! Me: Bye bye~ I don’t know if I’d go to visit Miichan again, but she put in the effort of trying to remember my name and does listen when you speak, so I do recommend visiting her once if you’re a fan.

I had nothing in third slot, which I regret, since there was such a long time between meetings, but I hadn’t had breakfast. So I had brunch in the cold before heading back in for Kitarie.

One thing I enjoy about events is the fans. Miichan’s lane had mostly guys in the 30s range I guess, while Kitarie had a much better balance of girls to guys, and also had more stylishly dressed girls. As an aside, I saw one girl in Kitarie’s lane, then again when I was lining up for Komiharu, Anna and Momoka lol. I guess we have similar tastes?? I wanted to talk to her (outfit was on point!) but we just kinda smiled at each other lol

Kitarie’s line was long. The girl next to her, Miyajima Aya, had pretty much no lane at points but her service looked kami level, so I’ll get a ticket for her next event. Miichan sat the entire time, but Kitarie walks you out, and since she’s still standing, she walks you in.

Kitarie: Hello! Me: Hi Kitarie~ Kitarie: I love your dress! Me: Thank you! Kitarie: What pose? –pose and photo- Kitarie: Ahhh, you look like a princess! Me: -laughing- No I don’t! Kitarie: Thank you! Enjoy your day okay! Me: Thank you! You too!

I would definitely recommend her. I’m not even a massive fan, but she’s pretty and very radiant. She really puts effort in to make you feel welcomed. Her line also was moving relatively well despite the time she takes.

Next I debated about going to Aanya’s autograph session or Komiharu’s photo first. Aanya’s signing lane was close to Kitarie’s booth, so I went there first. Good decision, as I was first in line~ It meant waiting there for 40 odd minutes, but I figured Komiharu’s line would already be busy by then. I’ve heard mixed reports on whether being first or last in line makes a girl remember you (though I guess it only matters if you see them often enough ;p) but first makes more sense to me. She’s less tired, hasn’t seen a billion faces, and last kinda implies you were elsewhere and she’s been shoved in last minute, whereas first shows the ‘stake out’ dedication. In any case…

Aanya: Yaho~ Me: Hello! Aanya: Wow~ Nikki-chan? –reading signing paper- Me: Yes~ Aanya: The flowers are really pretty! Me: Thank you! Aanya:  Are you half? Me: No, I’m Australian but I live in Ehime. Aanya: Eeeee… ah, the pen died… -steals pen from next lane, staff calls time- Aanya: -spelling out her name- -Ok! –staff tells her she has to write the date- Really? Ok! Aanya: Thank you, come meet me again! Me: Of course I will! Bye! Aanya: Bye!

That was a really good experience. It felt really natural. As she was walking to the signing area she looked a little tired? Poker face? Maybe she was just confused about which lane she was in (another girl was lol). She brightened up as soon as she saw her line and got really into it. 10/10 would recommend. Her signature took up the whole cover, which was great.

I went to Komiharu’s line and it was pretty busy. Lots of stylish people again, seemed to be a slightly younger crowd. There was a really cute girl, maybe 4 or 5, dressed in something that looked like a HebiRote outfit. Komiharu was super genki with her.

Komiharu: Hello~ Me: Hello~ Komiharu: Wahh, miteita! * Komiharu: Sit down~ You’re cute! Me: Komiharu is cute! Komiharu: No no! (I vaguely recall this being in English) –pose and photo- Me: Thank you! Komiharu: Mm, see you again! Me: Of course, bye bye!

*(I’m not entirely sure what she meant; It means “I was looking/I saw” right? But she hadn’t seen me before now, and none of the other lanes were close to hers and I wasn’t around near lane ending times so she wouldn’t have seen me from backstage… Could this mean another girl had mentioned me so it means more of “Oh! I see who they’re talking about” thing?)

I’d recommend her for sure. Very sweet and bubbly. Her smile truly is infectious and she fishes without trying haha

I wandered off to the trading area and instead of getting rid of photos, I made friends who gave me Momoka photos haha Also ended signing some birthday cards, one for a HKT girl I can’t remember, but her fan committee kinda dragged me in lol

I got to Momoka’s signing lane and it was a mess. It started out normal but ended up branching in four directions… Staff weren’t fixing it and people had no idea what was going on. She also showed up late, which was actually kind of ok because it meant the lines next to us moved on faster so there was more room for Momo’s line. Momo had a surprising age range (middle schoolers to jiisans) and a wide range of fashion, though a more casual/low key punk style seemed to be the biggest pull.

Me: Hello! Momoka: Hello. Those flowers are nice. Me: Thankyou! Momoka: They’re beautiful. Me: Thankyou!!! Momoka: -signed- Here. Me: -a stuttering mess- Momoka is really cool! Momoka: -laughing- Bye! Me: -a tomato- bye!

Momoka’s signature is hella tiny and not worth it unless you’re a fan haha. I feel like she might not get foreigners often and was either trying to figure out English or if I could speak Japanese, so I didn’t get much of a conversation with her. But she’s got me hook, line and sinker so honestly, I don’t mind lol

Still on that high, I went off to see Aanya. Her line moved pretty quick, probably because I’d spent a lot of time in Momoka’s lane. She’s way more popular than I thought, and to be honest, I think she’d have a good chance in sousenkyo. Obviously not senbatsu, but she certainly wouldn’t do poorly.

Aanya: Yahoo! Me: Hi Aanya~ Aanya: You’re back! Me: Yes! Aanya: What pose should we do? Me: Gao? Aanya: Gaoooo! Me: Thank you! Aanya: Thanks for coming, come see me again! Me: Of course! Bye bye~

She’s really cute and I wish she was more popular. I recommend her since she’s fun and you won’t be stuck in line forever with her.

My next photo was with Suuchan. I was talking to a guy in a suit who was in her lane. He asked where I was from, other boring small talk and if I liked Suuchan (duh?). Interestingly, he caught up to me later and said he was the father of one of the girls from another sister group. I don’t know how legit that is and obviously won’t say which girl, but he invited me to hang out with the Suuchan oshis next time lol

Suuchan’s line was kinda slow, but not unbearably so. She seemed to have a quieter crowd, and more guys to girls in her lane. Notably, Suuchan was the only one who spoke English to me.

Suuchan: Hi! Me: Hello! Suuchan: Wow, pretty! Me: No, Suuchan’s pretty! (Japanese) Suuchan: Beautiful! Me: You are! I love you~ Suuchan: Wow! –laughing- Suuchan: Thank you! Bye! Me: Bye~

She was so bright and happy! Honestly, my biggest thing was to get a member from every group, but I don’t really follow NGT or SKE, so Kitarie and Suuchan were my defaults lol. No regrets, they’re both excellent choices and well worth the money.

I had two tickets for Myao next. Back at my last event, I was lucky to get into an AnDare filming, and being the only foreigner there, got a bit of screen time. A week later at Takamina’s last handshake, Myao recognised me from there and I saw her twice. Even though it’s been well over a year, I thought I’d see if she’d recognise me. Realistically, she wouldn’t, but that led to a fun conversation.

However, I was floored by Momoka and was wondering if I could oshimashi Myao’s tickets to her. Turns out I couldn’t so I went to Myao first, so Momoka could be my last. Turns out to be a good call since I won my second cheki.

I also got to Myao early, being first in line. Whoever was before her was taking their sweet time with their fans to the point where they moved fans somewhere else to continue taking photos. Myao didn’t show up until 10 minutes past the block starting time thanks to this.

First photo nothing, second ticket cheki~ Lucky! The fans for the previous girl had been laughing with the staff, trying to bribe them for cheki tickets lol

Myao: Hi! Me: Hisashiburi~ Myao: Hisashiburi..? Me: Yeah, two? Years ago, at Takamina’s last handshake –laughing- Myao: Eeee… what pose should we do? Me: Well, since you like Kpop, let’s do Gangnam Style –laughing- Myao: You’re pretty~ Me: No no, Myao is~ -second photo, cheki- Myao: Where are you from? Me: Australia, but I live in Ehime Myao: Eeee Me: It’s a little far haha Myao: Yeah, a little! –showing me the cheki- Cute! It’s cute right? Me: Of course! It’s got both of us in it lol Myao: Next time I’ll meet you in Ehime! Me: Please do~ Myao: Come again okay! Me: Ok, bye bye!

She’s so enjoyable. Not as energetic as some (or as obviously energetic), but we had a good chat and she made you feel close to her and part of the process (me seeing the cheki), instead of sit down and move along.

My last one was Momoka. Again, I had two photos with her. Honestly, before today I didn’t care if I got a cheki or not. It’s nice, and definitely value for money, but I wouldn’t be miffed if I didn’t get one. Now that I’d seen them in person I wanted them all, so you can bet I’ll be forking out money for Momo until I get one haha!

Her line was pretty big but it also moved relatively fast. The thing with Momoka is that people are never sure what hair colour she has and are constantly trying to grab a glimpse of her. “Silver!” “It’s really grey?” And other whisperings as people tried to find the right angle to peek haha

Me: Hi! Momoka: Ah! From earlier! Me: Yes~ Momoka: What pose do you want? Me: Um, like this? -we started out with small smiles but she ended up grinning bigger and bigger and I turned into a tomato again- Me: -face in hands- Too cool Momoka: -laughing- Next? Me: Ahhh, a heart? -Momoka did a peace sign too, so I copied lol- Momoka: Thanks Me: Thank you!!!

For me I’d recommend Momoka. She’s got a crazy image but she’s really chill and has a cute smile. She doesn’t seem into it but her fans were doing weird photos like pretending to pat her head and stuff, which I didn’t see from other girls, so I think she’s more into it than what she conveys. Honestly, since I’m not a major fan of the 48G anymore, I’ve been ticking things off my list so I can leave the fandom/not follow it with no regrets. It now looks like I’ll have to keep following the group to make sure I have more time with Momoka ;;;;

One thing I would make a note of is staff. Some staff had no idea what was happening and others really didn’t know procedure. For example, Momoka didn’t put the date on my album cover. I don’t care, but did they have to or was Aanya’s security person being pedantic? The second photo I had with Miichan I had to take off my ring, even though I didn’t have to do that for any other photo. Maybe three times out of all my photos was I asked to show the front and back of my hands. I understand time is an issue, but when it comes to security or ‘fairness/right procedure’ in the case of signings, I think staff should be more consistent.

At the end of the day it was enjoyable. There was no craziness, the wota were genki, staff generally knew what was up and were helpful. I regret not buying a few more tickets, but I’m kinda glad I didn’t since I didn’t want to end up wasting them. It was a good learning experience and I had a good time. I’m looking forward to the next event~

[darbiebot]

Shopping at the Seer’s

((This is an unmodivied chat rp with the wonderful @lilthessa was fun to finally have our characters meet!))

It had been awhile since Darlain had taken the time to enjoy the luxuries of the magical city, she mostly had been involving herself in the war effort. However, the supplies for the safehouse in ironforge were running low, and with portals bringing in goods from all over Azeroth, it was the best place to do some shopping without risking the Legion disrupting the supply line. As such, Dalaran was becoming quite the bustling trade city, with new shops and stalls appearing all the time. As she left the bank with a hefty supply of gold to spend, one of the first shops literally caught her eye, a bit of dazzling light from the sun reflecting off the gemstones of some rather fine looking jewelry. This wasn't the sort of thing she'd been sent out to procure but... well, a little indulgance wouldn't hurt. The young dwarf wandered her way over to the stall, smiling as she clambered up the stepstool available for the shorter races, and smiled at the shopkeeper. "Evenin' lass, 'ope ya dinnae mind if I browze yer wares?".

Zimarra - Today at 12:25 PM

The sindorei looked up from her stall and smiled, speaking in broken yet understandable common. "Hi there! Of course.. Please have a look. Any Color you wish..even mroe if you need em. Only a small bit."  She was working on a delicate looking silver etching over a yellow stone. "Anything you looking for in exact?" She frowned, and tried again. "Anything in particular you are looking for?" The woman smiled. "I do apologize it's been some time that I spoke Alliance languages." The small shop on a cart was organized by colors, reds, greens, blues, and also various socket gems to put into other items like rings and necklaces.

Darlain - Today at 12:35 PM

Darlain smiles "My apologies, i speak Quel'dorei passably if you'd prefer. Wild'ammers did more trade with y'all than 'umans before the war so my pa taught me."

Zimarra - Today at 12:43 PM

She nodded. "That may work.. I should brush up on the other languages though, especially if I'm going to be here for a long duration..." She switched into Quel'dorei and spoke a bit more confidently. "How may I help you, I am Lilthessa Shadowfire, and these are just a few of my sample works. I can also make something custom for you, if you wish, miss."

Darlain - Today at 12:46 PM

Her Quel'dorei was good, but the accent would likely sound a bit comical to a native speaker. "Pleasure to meet you, Im Darlain, of the Truthhammer clan. And i suppose i could use some advice. Ive never really purchased much jewelry, and i fear my previous attempts may have been a bit gaudy."

Zimarra - Today at 12:51 PM

Lil nodded, ears twitching as she listened . "Are you purchasing for yourself or for a friend? It is a different matter. What is your favorite color and style really?" She set down her current project carefully and prepared to get up from her chair to help Dar pick out something from the display.

Darlain - Today at 12:58 PM

"Oh, its fer me, my friends are a little better accessorizing than i am. And i suppose a nice dark green might go with my 'air, maybe?" Her hazel colored hair was braided long down her back. "And i 'spose i could use some style advice, im thinking a necklace rather than a ring... maybe a bracelet..."

Zimarra - Today at 1:01 PM

Lil tilted her head. "Mm. The green stones that come from Legion's lands might be too bright but perhaps a nice wild jade could be pretty." She went over to the small green section she had set up. Various earrings, socket gems in a chest and bracelets and neckacles were placed there. The woman looked up Darlain for a moment and then produced a few designs. The first one was very simple, yet elegant, with gold inlay and fastenings between the jade spheres. https://cdn0.rubylane.com/shops/742303/2209.0L.jpg?36

 She also pulled out something a tiny bit more fancy, this time in silver with  between and emerlds betweent he polished jade. https://cdn0.rubylane.com/shops/dodiesdeals/dw05223.1L.jpg?3

 Darlain - Today at 1:06 PM

"Oh my, these are beautiful..." she smiles as she holds them up against her wrist. "You source these from Pandaria, by chance?"

Zimarra - "Yes, the Wild Jade here is from the Jade Forest, ironically enough. I actually mine them myself from the Ghost Iron Ore. I then polish them and then place them within the settings you see. They are classy. but not too overmuch, I feel."

Lil then brought out a small black box and opened it up. "I also have in stock, this necklace, since you said you were looking for one, in gold and jade . http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/d4/6d/7a/d46d7a9a64ed4ee87b4efb26f45ac7b0.jpg

 Darlain -

Darlain gasps, "Light, its so fancy... you 'ave a mirror? Id like tae see 'ow it looks on me."

Zimarra - Today at 1:11 PM

Lil nodded and smiled. "Yet, not too gaudy either. Just enough to show off your style and grace." She produced a small hand mirror for Darbie and handed that over to her as well. "I think it suits well,  but its your choice of course."

Darlain - Today at 1:13 PM

She smiles at herself as she holds the necklace against her neck. "Sold, ill take all three." She has a giddy look on her face that is charmingly adolescent, despite clearly being quite older than that.

Zimarra - Today at 1:18 PM

Lil smiled. "Wonderful. Though that is all the stock I have on me at the moment." She then placed the necklace back in the box and put the other two also in boxes. "Do you want a bag or are you good?" She asked softly. "That will be about..20 gold for the first one.. 30 for the second. and 50 for the necklace so 100 gold for all three. Having a discount day today. "

Darlain - Today at 1:21 PM

She doesnt even flinch at the price tag, offering up 110 gold pieces "fer being a dear'eart and being so 'elpful, lass. Ill be sure tae direct my friends your way."

Zimarra - Today at 1:23 PM

Lil smiled. "You are most welcome. " She blinked at the tip. "And thankyou for the tip, it will be most helpful. Extra money goes for my little one's education. " She slipped in a little card as well into one of the bracelet boxes. Lilthessa Shadowfire, Fine Jewelry and Fortunes, and it gave the Silvermoon City address. "These are old cards, they have my silvermoon address on them which is the main store. But it should do."

Darlain - Today at 1:29 PM

Dar's interest is piqued when Lith mentions her daughter, and she takes her card and nods, and then digs out another fifty gold. "Tough times to be a mother, lass, and I 'ave coin tae spare, especially fer wee 'uns. You take care, and if my eldest's threats tae get 'er ears pierced play out, I may be back in short order." she says with a chuckle, stepping off the stepladder. "You 'ave a lovely day!"

Zimarra - Today at 1:30 PM

Lil blinked, though no words came out as she opened her mouth and promptly closed it again.  She managed to whisper out a thankyou and then bowed her head otwards her. "Thankyou, miss Darlain. I will remember you.  Travel safe now." She then took out her little ledger and marked the items sold, making a note to journey back into Pandaria to get more Wild Jade.