Grayell's grin widened and his tongue shifted from the center to under his left canine. She knew what that tick indicated too well. His eyes narrowed, gleamed a little mischievously.
Hmmm. I will paint your canvas lover.
He chuckled then and eyes went back to wash over her features, him all too intrigued.
Kiko continued to stare at his tongue. Though, by now, of course he was shoving it against the canine. Another flash of pleasure went off low in her body, and the image was all to easily seen.
She had no quip to reply with, but her fingers were clutching the seat just a little bit too hard to escape notice.
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 released her hand then and instead, it wandered along her thigh before pressing rather insistently all too close to a favored point of interest. His eyes flashed with mischief and he rolled his jaw, popping it by his ear as he lifted from her shoulder. He then turned back in his seat.
Well. Maybe we can keep the clothes though. For later.
Grayell joined her in that laugh and looked down at his clothes. His hand fumbled with the lapel and he shrugged with a sigh, all too relaxed for his next suggestion.
Well you have a point. So how about you follow me back to the changing room and help me get out of them hm? You know, before they become an issue.
Margrett suddenly realized something was not right. She put a hand to her chin and found stubble. She didn't have to look at anything else to sigh in an exasperated manner and lay her head on the table. After a moment, she looked up, laying her head in her hand, looking rather bored and talking to herself quietly.
Really? This is the best you could come up with? Maybe if I hadn't tried it before. Maybe. I thought for sure the fairy court wouldn't stoop to parlor tricks, but hey. Who am I to judge. She looked down at herself.
I'm only mildly uncomfortable. Really. My hips are smaller. Gods know my chestplate had enough room. Not really any more or less muscular.
She leaned on the table again, looking across to Gray and Kiko with a little disdain.
They're probably whispering sweet nothings. About "experimenting" with it. The novelty wears off. She tipped her hat to Kiko, her smile brittle and fake.
Good luck with that, darling. You'll need it.
She leaned back in her chair, letting out a sigh, crossing one leg over the other.
Kiko wasn't paying any more attention and subsequently missed both the wave and the bogus smile. She was turning her gaze toward the Wolf's other friend, Alec.
The little silver dish was in front of him, but she had not seen him drink it, not yet. Though, she had been distracted for several minutes after they were served.
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.”
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.]
After watching the effects of the dessert on the rest of those in attendance at the ball, Alec looks back down at his own dish and, after several minutes of self-delusion and faux-indecision, he downs the contents of the dish in one draught.
After several moments of anticipation, Alec feels a rumble deep in his stomach. His eyes widen in astonishment as he feels his already feminine features smooth out, the shoulders of his shirt tighten a bit, and his pants tighten around the hip. He (she?) runs a hand through hair that's grown an extra inch or so. "This," a high, melodic voice states from warped vocal cords, "is not what I always thought this would feel like."
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 was rather surprised to see Alec voluntarily drink from the dish, considering what had happened to the other guests. She would not have done it. He was perhaps a more courageous soul, or a more curious one.
She shook her head. She had never been curious about that, oh sure, she had wanted to be considered the equal of any soldier in her father's company but she had not wanted to be male.
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.”