Post by morgen on Sept 9, 2008 9:49:00 GMT -6
Morgen Grey: When she said that, that she hadn't never seen him laugh or smile so, his chin came towards his chest and he lowered his head slightly. Feeling a little more exposed now without the mask and especially dancing with her. "I suppose you give me something to smile about." He glanced up to her a moment, then the music stopped and most of the people were hearded into the auditorium. He stopped dancing, and looked back to her. "...I really do not have much a care for some man and street tricks. And I do need to be going...perhaps you would be so kind to walk with me to the carriages?" He had to leave, but he didn't want to leave her prescence just yet. A little longer he'd beg in mind.
Glorious Myths: The music stopped and she would sigh inwardly..he drew back from her a bit and she'd smile at his words as he lead her away from the people moving to watch the show. She didn't care about the magic show, she would nod a little. "My pleasure..I missed the ceremonies..I did not get to properly congratulate you.."
Morgen Grey: He walked with his arm laced through hers towards the front double doors. He nodded his head lightly. "Why thank you. But to be honest I was not even there long. Just for the whole procession, and I made my bow and left. One of my sister's came down with a terrible fever. She is doing better, but I am very urgent to be at her side again." And at the same time reluctant to leave the Shepardesses. He turned his head to look at her. "Are you going home soon? If so, we could share a carriage." His farm was not far off the down the road from hers, after all.
Glorious Myths: "I..can go now." A quick smile, as she hugged his arm to her, both her hands lacing around his as she looked forward to the carriage.."Though I am sad to hear about your sister..Let me know if I can be of help.." She moved to his stride, the thick fabric sliding against her slender form, the blouncy sleeves ending in cuffs that mirrored his own..she hoped he wouldn't mind, but she thought she did so well on it...
Morgen Grey: His heart lept a little in excitement, for no other reason then to have yet some more minutes yet with Aoife. They passed through the double doors and down the flight of stairs to where the carriages stood ready and waiting ."Thank you, I most certainly will if I think of anything. The advantage though I do have, that I am quite grateful for, is my seven other siblings helping." He could just stay at the ball all night and leave Felicity and Constance to take care of it...but that would be irresponsible and selfish. And Morgen was neither of those two. He'd slip his arm from hers to open the door to one of the carriage's and stand beside it, a hand gesturing that she enter first. Looking at her with a grand smile on his lips.
Glorious Myths: Aoife would be all smiles, she couldn't help it and when she'd nod at his careing for his sister, she'd want to kiss him..but instead she'd let him usher into the carriage. Her hand taking her dress in hand before stepping up, she had traded in her boots to borrow some satin shoes. Disappearing into the carriage, she would scoot to the side, leaning some to watch him. She couldn't take her gaze off of him..the Fey had cast a spell on this night, on him, he would surely not be so wonderful...
Morgen Grey: Once she was inside he'd follow her in, closing the carriage door behind him. He wanted to sit next to her...but when the carriage shoved foreward he was tossed to the opposite side of seats and so he sat there. He hoped he didn't look too clumsy when that happened. Making a dry cough he smoothed his hands over his blouse and scooted to the side as well, just so she was directly across from him. Their faces were most likely thrown into shadows, dimly illuminated by the moon outside the carriage windows. He looked at her still, though, and in the darkness he found courage to speak though in the silence of the carriage with the only sound of the rolling wheels, he feared she might be able to hear his thumping heart. "Aoife...I have a confession to make, if you would hear one from a humble farmer and book keep." His deep tenor spoke slowly, as it always did, but now extra carefully.
Glorious Myths: Aoife found the dimness sad, she wanted to look at him, clearly. Her hands folding in her lap, still warm from his, she wanted to touch his hands..his shoulders, his face, his hair. She never wanted to touch someone so much, unless it was for some thing they were wearing..lips pursed a moment as she tilted her head. "Yes..?"
Morgen Grey: I think I'm in love with you. No, he wouldn't say that. Though, that is basically what he was pretty sure had happened. The first and last time he had felt this way was for Genevieve, but that had been something that grew. The moment he looked at her in the bookstore it was if he got slapped in the face and was stunned. "I....well," He, for one, was very glad they were not holding hands. For the carriage was hot and perspiration was now accumilating heavily in palms. "I pride myself on being a very practical and sensibleman." He began with his brows pinched in a frown, straightening up in the seat as if defining that thought for a second. "But you..."His broad shoulders sagged then, his hands turning upwards in a helpless, defeated expression. "I loose all sense of propriety with you. And....I love it." He sighed with a smile pulling across his lips again. Then the rolling carraige came to an equally sudden halt right outside Aoife's home. Morgen looked out the window briefly and recognized her home.
Glorious Myths: Aoife's hands lifted to her mouth as he spoke, and then she laughed, loudly, happily, which was cut short when the carriage stopped and she would frown out the window a moment. Her matchbox house. She'd sigh lightly, "I have never been good at holding...in anything..And now, is not changing that." A moment, a soft rustle of her dress and the shift in the carriage creaked. A moment it was all it took for her small hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing over his sharp cheekbones, and in the dim light, her lips found his, soft and warm, even curled a little in a smile against his.
Morgen Grey: Morgen was the opposite. He was quite the expert at holding in absolutely everything, and giving nothing. Which is why this whole process was so very difficult for him. Caught by extreme surprise when she was suddenly barely inches away from him, and her soft lips touched his. He kissed her back softly, his eyes having slipped closed, and his hands resting on her waist lightly. He suddenly felt warm from his lips to his toes to his fingertips. He'd withdraw a few seconds later, and whisper. "I'm guessing you will let me court you then?" He smiled.
Glorious Myths: "If you did not, you would be verra sorry." Aoife would chuckle gently, her hands stroking his face softly, fingertips moving to curling through his hair before stealing another kiss from him, short and sweet. Her nose would then nudge against his before leaning back a bit. "I should let ye go..to get to yer sister.."
Morgen Grey: His sister...gods he didn't want to go. He slumped back in the chair, his lips still warm from hers and smiling from ear to ear. "Aggressive aren't we?" He chuckled. He supposed that is one of the things that attracted her most to him. A top of a hundred other things. He swallowed and nodded. "You are most certainly right." He leaned foreward and stole another kiss from her lips. "Though, I am supposed to ask the Duchess first if we are allowed to. So I suppose I won't go parading through the streets with you on my arm until I speak with her first." He grinned and winked.
Glorious Myths: The music stopped and she would sigh inwardly..he drew back from her a bit and she'd smile at his words as he lead her away from the people moving to watch the show. She didn't care about the magic show, she would nod a little. "My pleasure..I missed the ceremonies..I did not get to properly congratulate you.."
Morgen Grey: He walked with his arm laced through hers towards the front double doors. He nodded his head lightly. "Why thank you. But to be honest I was not even there long. Just for the whole procession, and I made my bow and left. One of my sister's came down with a terrible fever. She is doing better, but I am very urgent to be at her side again." And at the same time reluctant to leave the Shepardesses. He turned his head to look at her. "Are you going home soon? If so, we could share a carriage." His farm was not far off the down the road from hers, after all.
Glorious Myths: "I..can go now." A quick smile, as she hugged his arm to her, both her hands lacing around his as she looked forward to the carriage.."Though I am sad to hear about your sister..Let me know if I can be of help.." She moved to his stride, the thick fabric sliding against her slender form, the blouncy sleeves ending in cuffs that mirrored his own..she hoped he wouldn't mind, but she thought she did so well on it...
Morgen Grey: His heart lept a little in excitement, for no other reason then to have yet some more minutes yet with Aoife. They passed through the double doors and down the flight of stairs to where the carriages stood ready and waiting ."Thank you, I most certainly will if I think of anything. The advantage though I do have, that I am quite grateful for, is my seven other siblings helping." He could just stay at the ball all night and leave Felicity and Constance to take care of it...but that would be irresponsible and selfish. And Morgen was neither of those two. He'd slip his arm from hers to open the door to one of the carriage's and stand beside it, a hand gesturing that she enter first. Looking at her with a grand smile on his lips.
Glorious Myths: Aoife would be all smiles, she couldn't help it and when she'd nod at his careing for his sister, she'd want to kiss him..but instead she'd let him usher into the carriage. Her hand taking her dress in hand before stepping up, she had traded in her boots to borrow some satin shoes. Disappearing into the carriage, she would scoot to the side, leaning some to watch him. She couldn't take her gaze off of him..the Fey had cast a spell on this night, on him, he would surely not be so wonderful...
Morgen Grey: Once she was inside he'd follow her in, closing the carriage door behind him. He wanted to sit next to her...but when the carriage shoved foreward he was tossed to the opposite side of seats and so he sat there. He hoped he didn't look too clumsy when that happened. Making a dry cough he smoothed his hands over his blouse and scooted to the side as well, just so she was directly across from him. Their faces were most likely thrown into shadows, dimly illuminated by the moon outside the carriage windows. He looked at her still, though, and in the darkness he found courage to speak though in the silence of the carriage with the only sound of the rolling wheels, he feared she might be able to hear his thumping heart. "Aoife...I have a confession to make, if you would hear one from a humble farmer and book keep." His deep tenor spoke slowly, as it always did, but now extra carefully.
Glorious Myths: Aoife found the dimness sad, she wanted to look at him, clearly. Her hands folding in her lap, still warm from his, she wanted to touch his hands..his shoulders, his face, his hair. She never wanted to touch someone so much, unless it was for some thing they were wearing..lips pursed a moment as she tilted her head. "Yes..?"
Morgen Grey: I think I'm in love with you. No, he wouldn't say that. Though, that is basically what he was pretty sure had happened. The first and last time he had felt this way was for Genevieve, but that had been something that grew. The moment he looked at her in the bookstore it was if he got slapped in the face and was stunned. "I....well," He, for one, was very glad they were not holding hands. For the carriage was hot and perspiration was now accumilating heavily in palms. "I pride myself on being a very practical and sensibleman." He began with his brows pinched in a frown, straightening up in the seat as if defining that thought for a second. "But you..."His broad shoulders sagged then, his hands turning upwards in a helpless, defeated expression. "I loose all sense of propriety with you. And....I love it." He sighed with a smile pulling across his lips again. Then the rolling carraige came to an equally sudden halt right outside Aoife's home. Morgen looked out the window briefly and recognized her home.
Glorious Myths: Aoife's hands lifted to her mouth as he spoke, and then she laughed, loudly, happily, which was cut short when the carriage stopped and she would frown out the window a moment. Her matchbox house. She'd sigh lightly, "I have never been good at holding...in anything..And now, is not changing that." A moment, a soft rustle of her dress and the shift in the carriage creaked. A moment it was all it took for her small hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing over his sharp cheekbones, and in the dim light, her lips found his, soft and warm, even curled a little in a smile against his.
Morgen Grey: Morgen was the opposite. He was quite the expert at holding in absolutely everything, and giving nothing. Which is why this whole process was so very difficult for him. Caught by extreme surprise when she was suddenly barely inches away from him, and her soft lips touched his. He kissed her back softly, his eyes having slipped closed, and his hands resting on her waist lightly. He suddenly felt warm from his lips to his toes to his fingertips. He'd withdraw a few seconds later, and whisper. "I'm guessing you will let me court you then?" He smiled.
Glorious Myths: "If you did not, you would be verra sorry." Aoife would chuckle gently, her hands stroking his face softly, fingertips moving to curling through his hair before stealing another kiss from him, short and sweet. Her nose would then nudge against his before leaning back a bit. "I should let ye go..to get to yer sister.."
Morgen Grey: His sister...gods he didn't want to go. He slumped back in the chair, his lips still warm from hers and smiling from ear to ear. "Aggressive aren't we?" He chuckled. He supposed that is one of the things that attracted her most to him. A top of a hundred other things. He swallowed and nodded. "You are most certainly right." He leaned foreward and stole another kiss from her lips. "Though, I am supposed to ask the Duchess first if we are allowed to. So I suppose I won't go parading through the streets with you on my arm until I speak with her first." He grinned and winked.