Kiko had not said a word. She was listening to the conversation between Alec and Kiga of course, and watching them but she hadn't contributed anything more.
In fact, she looked almost asleep resting against the arms of the Wolf. But, at this point she looked up at him.
Umm... maybe we should leave them alone?
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell chuckled and covered his mouth then, eyes wide on Margrett.
Ahem. You do only intend to drink it I hope?
Could be the perfect solution though, no emotional baggage, no needs....
He laughed then, what a bastard. Heh.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
"You know," Alec says, glancing at Gray then looking fully at Marg, "bottles don't make that bad of an analog. Not that I'd know firsthand, or anything," he says, smiling, "Just something I heard from a particularly wench-y barfly." He smiles wider, lips peeling back from his teeth. "She could also do this fascinating thing with an apple, a spoon, and some string. Still haven't figured out how she did it."
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Kiko lifted from the water. She slid behind Grayell, pressing her mouth to the middle of his nape. She wasn't tired, but she wasn't inclined to be any more social than she had been, either.
She worked her fingers, thumb and palms over his back in a gentle massage as he had done earlier for her.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell hissed then, a sudden inward suck of air as he tensed instantly only to have it slowly melt away. He relaxed but his words were scrambled then, it took him a moment to regain his composure. He nodded and smiled though, a low growl in his voice. A content noise.
She lifted her head from his nape. Kiko's eyes gleamed from the darkness like pale embers of a burning fire. Her hands were still running across Grayell's back and spine, face peeking out from the side of his neck and almost hidden in his hair. She was so close to his ear, he could feel her breath upon it.[/i]
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”