RP:Date At The Falls
Summary: It’s Lana’s turn to plan a thrilling date for Larz. An important question is asked.
Elven Rope Bridge - Under The Water Fall
The sound of the water, plummeting down the cliff is deafening you wouldn't even be able to hear your own shouting. A sturdy rope bridge extends across the top of the waterfall, about a hundred feet across. The waterfall must be a good 70 feet high, or higher, and at the top you see the ice that has covered whatever river that moves down from the mountains. But it must not be cold enough there to freeze it all, as the water underneath it pores down this cliff, bringing with it chunks of ice every so often. However, at this time of year, the great pool of water is brisk, though not enough to cause any harm to anyone crazy enough to jump off the bridge and into the water, below. To your south you see a narrow path, wet and slippery with the spray coming from the waterfall. Then you see what seems to be an opening, just behind the waterfall. With a few careful steps you might be able to go there, and should one take that risk, they’d discover a hidden cave, dark and chilled from the waterfall that covers it’s entrance.
Lanara eagerly awaits her date, peering down the dirt path through the trees, as she leans against a sign post, that reads ‘Danger! Proceed With Caution!’ though half of the lettering is worn off from years of weather and decay. The elf had carefully planned this date, and it had taken her all morning to set everything up perfect. She’s wearing a pale pink bikini, which fits her figure like a glove, and shows off the paw-print tattoo on her lower back. Her long hair flows freely, falling in spirals, as the moisture in the air accentuates the curls. She’s nervous, hoping that he’d find her love letter sweet, and not at all intimidating him into wanting to continue getting to know her better. The last thing she wanted to do was suffocate him with emotions, and she tried her very best to not seem clingy. She hadn’t seen Larz in three days, and her stomach is filled with butterflies and a sinking feeling that this could all end, and she may be taking a dip in the water alone. The waterfall behind her is loud, and she knows she’d be incapable of hearing Moonachie’s hooves hitting the ground, even with her excellent hearing, so she sighs, wringing her hands, and keeping her gaze on the mountain path. The unicorn should have been here by now, and Lana begins to pace, her white sneakers making scuffing sounds in the dirt. She glances at the long drop that leads to the shimmering pool, and in the distance, there’s a small grassy area, where she had set up a picnic. A duo of dire wolves lay in the grass, the darker of the two is rolling around on his back, using the bit of lawn to scratch his back, while the white wolf looks at him in mild amusement. As though they sense her watchful eye, they both lift their majestic heads to peer up at their mistress, at the ready, should she issue a command. Lana doesn’t issue a command, she merely purses her full lips, and narrows her gaze on the path, when she sees the tip of a glistening cone breaking through the trees at an even pace. A moment later the unicorn’s horn is clearly in sight, and Lana bounces up and down, the epitome of happiness. She smiles so wide that it stings her cheeks, and she excitedly waves to Larz, waiting for him to dismount from the mare’s back. When his feet safely hit the ground, she would charge at him, leap into his arms, and greet him with a lingering kiss. “Hi!!!”
Largakh had read her note and probably reread it every day. Three days was too damn long. This woman had him wishing there were more hours in the day when she was near, but cursing the amount when she was gone. Anytime he had seen her since that night when she got her toes broke - nothing changed for him… Except for showing her more attention. You would also think that when they had put on another dance lesson it would relax them a bit, but no. This time she wanted to take him out on a date and he thought that was one of the most adorable things he could ever expect, but it was nervous ‘still!!!?’ as the time clicked down. He gets to ride a friggin’ unicorn! ‘Whaaaat!’ Dressed as instructed, a breathable tee shirt and pants with plenty of pockets (cargo pants) and a pair of swimming bottoms. He had made the steed stop on the way when he spotted a blue tulip and he picked it for to bring to his date, but when she came into view his grin matched her own and he prematurely slipped from the steed - it's obvious he’s still excited to see her. She was running to him and he placed his hands under her ribs like she taught him, and taught him well, hoisting her over his head while completely trusting her dancer muscle memory would automatically kick in. He was trying to be clever and cute in the playful lift so when he starts to lower her back down their eyes connect down to the soul, but this time when their faces pass he plants a sweet kiss on her lips. Once her tiptoes touch the ground, he tucks the flower on her ear before his arms didn’t slip around her in an embrace as he kisses her forehead as if she were the most precious thing around. “Hey, Llama. A unicorn? Fancy,” he was grinning down at her while taking her hand when she started to lead them toward their date.
Lanara didn’t expect him to perform a lift, though as his arms stretch out and his palms point towards the sky, she figures it out at the last minute and adjust her position. A flawless lift would ensue, near the edge of the cliff, and if either of them were to lose their balance in this area, it would likely end in an injury, however it’s done with perfect precision. She holds the pose, trying not to giggle, and as she’s lowered, she looks into those eyes and can’t help but keep that goofy smile on her face. “We did a lift! You must have had a pretty badass dance instructor, Lard! Is she pretty? I’ll fight her if she gets fresh with you…” She’s jesting of course, as -she- is his tutor, though she can’t help but giggle, finding the notion of beating up an unsuspecting ballerina hilarious. Her arms coil around his waist, and she gives him a gentle squeeze as he tucks the tulip behind her tapered ear. “Aw! Thank you… It’s beautiful.” It’s then that the unicorn stomps her hoof, demanding attention, and the elf excuses herself for a moment, to gently stroke the muzzle of the mare, and whisper soothing words in her ear. Larz would overhear her talking to the animal as if it were one of the children at the orphanage, and she refers to Moonachie as her ‘sweet baby’ before sending the animal away. Lana is quick to return to her date, and as he takes her hand, they walk the long length of the rope bridge, her chocolate hues sparkling in the sunlight. “Duh! Go big or go home, right?! So, she was gentle with you, right? She’s a sweetheart… Erm, most of the time. I had this enchanter friend, Linn, she didn’t like him too much. She bit him in Sage Forest, and drug him all the way to the Kelay Tavern by his shoulder. It was hilarious!” She eyes his clothing, pleased that he had dressed in loose fitting clothing that likely covered swim trunks, and she clears her throat as they reach the end of the bridge. “So… I missed you.” A long pause. “And as I was planning this date with you, I realized that I know you much better than you know me. So, one thing I like to do it be spontaneous! And I had plans for us to hike down to our picnic location over there… But I just thought of something a little more dangerous, spontaneous, and exciting. I want us both to jump from that ledge over there, into the water…” She watches his face for a reaction, to see if he was all in, or had a fear of heights, or just didn’t trust that this was the safest of choices. The drop was more than seventy feet, and the water was brisk, though not cold enough to cause hypothermia. “Larz…” Leaning in, she looks up at him beneath those impossibly long lashes, and smiles. “Let’s take the plunge together.” Her words held a meaning deeper than jumping off a cliff with a man she’d been dating for the past three weeks, and he’d know that this was a big leap of faith for Lana, the queen of mistrust. She waits, her eyes glued to his face.
Largakh took in her attire secondly, how did he miss this flawless vision? “She’s gorgeous, but I have no chance with her, so no worries!” He plays along with a soft and short chuckle. His gaze lingers from her wavy hair trailing down her back and on down when she gave the unicorn attention - was it okay that he was staring? He just missed her so much and didn’t realize until just now how much he’d been craving to be next to her once again… A switch of hands he holds onto as he puts his arm around her while they walk and even if he were anxious around heights he wouldn’t notice around her. Focusing on how her lips form every syllable and her deep brown eyes twinkle in every story she shares until he’s drinking up every word, “I so missed you. There are too many hours in a day…” After looking up to where she suggests they jump off he smirked and looked down to her to repeat something she’s said to him during a private moment, “oh… You’re dangerous.” He liked it and it was obvious in the way he seemed to admire her. It was when she leaned in and spoke her intentions up to him that his entire playful and laid back nature shifts. His gaze softens on her as it drops to her lips, his smile slight and soft as he caressed the back of his hand from her temple to her jawline then her chin, “with you? You make me feel like I could do anything.” After planting a slow soft kiss on her lips he looked back up to the top of the jump and his eyes calculate the height, is that enough time? Letting his backpack drop on the trail he starts at a brisk run, “I’ll race you!” It was a way to keep their interactions playful and fun - every second didn’t need to be filled with seriousess and desires. A chuckle as he got the leg up on her and he would probably let her win, but made it a close call and believable, “you are tiny and mighty.” He pretends he is out of breath while grabbing the collar at the back of his tee shirt and pulling the garment over his head in one swift motion. His boots and pants are next to which reveals his swim trunks - or Hollow’s equivalent, but the sun seems perfectly center in the skies thus making those blue parts stick out even more over his skin condition. Totally unphased by it when he nears the lip of the jump, looks down and then backs up to get a running start, “are you ready m’lady Llama?” A question and his hand held out, he meant to jump with her at the same time and holding hands.
Lanara cocks her head to the side as he says there are so many hours in the day, as if she’s wondering what he means. He missed her! Those words make her giddy, and she’s literally ecstatic that he showed up for their date, and that he seems to completely return his feelings. Unrequited love was awful, and she’s elated that she’s not a victim of such a thing. She tries to mask her excitement, and rolls her eyes as he compliments her, causing her to shrug. “That’s it. I’m going to have to take out your dance instructor now. I mean… I’m not the type that shares. I’ll need more details on this gorgeous woman that you claim is out of your league. Or maybe you just need to settle for someone that more attainable.” A feigned cough. “Me.” Always trying to jest her way out of a serious situation, she is suddenly silent as he turns the tables, uses one of her lines, and runs his fingers along her jawline. He knew all the right moves, and the witch finds that she’s yet again swooning for this male. “I’m just glad you didn’t wear your leather jacket. That makes me feel so weak…” And then his lips are on hers, for a tender kiss. It ends all too soon, and he’s saying something about a race, and it takes her a minute to catch on, as she’s still a little hazy from the contact. “Oh! Hey! Get back here!” She sprints after him, ever the agile little elf, though his long legs easily outrun her much shorter ones. Still, she’s in great shape, and all those years of dancing, climbing treetops, and giving cheerleading lessons, pay off, and in a few moments, they’d keeping pace with each other. As they get to the top and he aims to head forward, she sticks her foot out, aiming to playfully trip him. She’d point and laugh and then help him up, should he not have regained his balance. Lana peeks over the edge, her random fear of heights from her most recent accident, however, are far from her mind, as she’s here with Larz. She often ‘forgets’ those repressed memories when in his presence, and as he changes out of his clothing, she studies their landing, which is a pool of water, at least fifty feet deep in the middle. When they landed, they’d have to break for the surface, and swim for the shore, though knowing Lana, she is more likely to splash the half-orc and swim around in the chilly water. “Let’s do it!” She grabs his hand, and readies herself for a running start, her adrenaline pumping.
Largakh’s heart was pounding fast with adrenaline as well, but something else all at the same time. He could practically feel this was a big deal for her and it was about to be just a bit bigger… His hand holds tight and when they start off in a sprint he doesn’t let go, then jump! This was scary and the best he could as they were falling, kicking their legs in the air in the free fall, to look to her and shout, “Lanara! Will you be mine!?” Perfect time to ask right? No? The water takes the rest of his breath for he can tolerate the cold well (definitely better than the heat), but it was still a surprise and their hand contact breaks so they don’t go drowning. With a quickness he rises to the surface and waits for her to come back up for air when panic strikes him if she doesn’t surface right away. What if she comes up and is like ‘uh… no, not yet.’ He’s been rejected worse! Although, it would be a little hard to bounce back from… alright - cool down and remain calm. Once she does resurface he was grinning at her, not overcrowding her in case it was too much and she wanted some space. He would wait there, treading water until he got his answer…
Lanara kicks off her shoes and socks, squeezes his hand, and nods her head. “We got this!” Her heart is racing, and the mantra repeats over and over that she can do this, and then they’re off! The short sprint towards the edge is taken, evenly matching his strides, and for a split second she expects him to stop short, but he surprises her, and at the same time, they make that leap together. Her long legs are outstretched, and the air whips against their face, as the water nears, she tilts her head to look at him, as she gets that sinking feeling in her stomach. This was fun, but it was also terrifying, and of course it’s when you’re halfway down that you rethink jumping off a cliff, but he’s smiling at her, and she can’t help but laugh. Larz jumped off a cliff! With her holding his hand! As her name is spoke, she thinks he’s going to say something like, he’s going to be sick, or ‘I hate you for making me do this’ and she’s taken by -complete- surprise when he asks her to be his lady. She goes to answer, and that’s when they hit the pool, the frigid water stunning her as much as the words that were shouted from the half-orc. Lana takes in a mouthful of water, as she forgot to take that sharp inhale of breath before hitting the water, and she’s slower than he is to surface. As she breaks for the surface, she throws her long hair back, looking like one of those magical mermaids, and she smiles at Larz, as she tries desperately to stop choking on the mouthful of water that hit her lungs. He’s treading water, likely panicking from the delay in an answer, and Lana starts to laugh, which only worsens the hacking. A few gentle raps on her chest, and she treads water, inhaling the fresh air, and shivering from the chill in the water. That woke her up! She looks into those tuscan eyes she’d come to know so well, and she nips her lower lip, as though she were deliberating, as though she need clarification. “So. You want me to be your -woman- is that what you’re asking? That is commitment. Like… You wouldn’t be able to see other women, or kiss or do anything beyond that, with anyone other than me… And, um, other things that involve being in a serious relationship. I’m sure you know how a relationship works, but I know you’ve never been in one so I just want to be sure that we’re on the same page, before I answer…I really don’t want to get hurt, Larz. I need to know what this means to you.” Lana is hopeful that he truly wants her to be his one and only, and she stares at him with those big brown eyes, as wide as saucers now, as she waits in anticipation. Sigrid, the white wolf, barks at them from the grass, and as the elf gives her a glare, she gets the hint and goes to lie back down.
Largakh swims closer to her and slips an arm around her waist while the opposite hand cups her cheek, the one on her face. Making sure to position himself so their legs don't knock together while treading water. “They were right…” he begins with a repeat of his words from about a week ago, “Theo and Seldanna. They have always said that one never looks for this, but when you least expect it someone will come into your life, tear down your walls and then build you up. This person will only reflect the best in you and accept your flaws and you will try anything to do the same in return for them... I wasn't looking and I have tried long ago, but was done when whoever I pursued never wanted to be seen in public with me. I had a course for my life and you came in, did exactly what I was certain would never happen for me. For the first time I am not afraid of my future as long as you are there with me.” He addresses her concerns, “you're the only thing I see in everything I do lately. I count the seconds till I can see you again and savor every moment we share. I want to be yours and to it all for you, only you… My only. Anyone else could never measure up to you, not even close. If you say you want it all with me today and I died tomorrow, I would do so a very happy man.” After a moment of quiet to let it all sink in, “so. Will you give me a chance to be your everything, to show you just how big your heart is, how you are beautiful in the inside and that's what I see on the outside. To show you how astonishingly strong and independent you are. Will you let me accept your darkness and be your light?” Never once removing his gaze from her own, he doesn't care that there is barely a space for water to flow between them because he simply was not into her for her body…. It was her soul that blinded him and warmed him in the everlasting attraction he's come to feel for her.
Lanara feels incredibly warm, despite the chill of the water, and she rests her arms on Larz’s strong shoulders, her gaze not once wavering from his own. As he speaks of Theo and Seldanna, she smiles fondly, for the little time she’s known them, their love story had become her relationship goals, should she ever considering taking that shot at love again. He’s speaking of walls crumbling, and meeting someone that you open up to, and that’s when it strikes her that he’s not only speaking from his own heart, but hers, as well. She had let this amazing man in, despite the fact that she pushed him as far away as she could when they had first met. Despite the fact that she had called off an engagement six weeks ago to a man that didn’t quite appreciate her worth, and she had vowed to never give her heart to another again. Despite the fact that her own sibling was unaware of her love life, or all the secrets she had to go to extreme lengths to cover up. Lana stares into those tuscan yellow eyes, and her own brim with tears, as she realizes that as much as she wanted to keep love out of her life, she had gone and let it creep right into her very core. Larz had broken her walls, he had entered her life when it was in complete disarray, and he had helped her heal. He had remain, knowing the hot mess that she was, day in and out. There were things he still didn’t know about her, but he wanted to make her his own, just the same. She’s overwhelmed as he tells her his true intentions, and a tear slips onto her cheek, as she inhales, holding her breath as he concludes his beautiful sentiment, and asks her a very simple, and life altering question. “Larz…” There’s a pause, and it’s more than for dramatic effect, she literally wants to give him the most perfect of replies, and she gathers her thoughts, as she begins to full on cry. “Everything that you see in me, is mirrored in my eyes, because I see so much good in you. I don’t care about your prophecy, I care about right now. I care about yours mornings, your afternoons, and your evenings. I care about yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I care about your mind, your heart, and your soul. And… I want to spend every waking moment with you, experiencing all those things, at your side. I want to show you how you are the most incredible being, and how -proud- I am to be on your arm in public, and I want to be -your- light, should that moment of darkness every make in appearance in your life.” She pauses again, sniffling, and nearly dropping the ‘L’ word, though she thinks it best not to divulge that, just yet. “You make me happy. You make me laugh, jump off cliffs, stumble over my words and my own feet, and you make me want to give love a real shot again. So my answer is…” Lana is shaking, and she leans in and places a soft, sensual, lingering kiss, to his lips. “I was already yours since day one… Neither of us realized it. So, YES, a thousand times, YES! I’ll be yours, and you’ll be mine. Thank you for choosing me to be your other half in this crazy life. I will try my very best to not disappoint you. And, you know what this means, right? I have to show you more dance moves… I can’t have a partner that can only two step and lift me into the air.” She feigns a sigh, though her smile meets her eyes. “Lard. We have a lot of work to do!”
Largakh knew her tear was a happy one, but leaned in and kissed the cheek it streamed down anyway. Then more were coming and he still didn't like to see her cry even though it is happy and especially because of him, but he just softly smiles while greedily taking in all of the kind words he's been hoping to hear. It clicks in his heart that he knew this was definitely going towards love. That should be be scary and exciting, but all he can't think is… “I can't wait.” Crap, he said that outloud and he smoothly moves on after matching the pace if her kiss and resting his forehead to her own, “it's settled then. I'm completely yours and you are my Llama, my only.” When she jokes about his dance moves, he grins widely with a short chuckle, “bring it on.” He finally let's her go after another lingering kiss, mischief in his eyes, “race you!” He meant to the picnic she made up and dives underwater, maybe he enjoyed water as a kid, farthest thing away from fire, and it became his element. As if he was a fish he cleared the natural pool in no time flat, climbed up the lip and jogged over to the blanket she had out under a tree giving her a playful competition. He sees the wolves, he made sure to give off a relaxed vibe, but also respecting a distance as he propped down on the blanket and laid out, crossing one ankle over the other and folding his hands under his head. He was grinning ear to ear while looking up to the skies and waited for His Only to join him.
Lanara melts as he kisses her tear, though she blinks as he says that he can’t wait. For what? The elf is so consumed with emotion that she can’t even recall every last proclamation that she just spoke for his tapered ears, only. Assuming that he’s speaking about beginning their ‘coupledom’ she grins, and as he calls her his -only- fresh tears making their way down her cheeks. To find someone that truly understood you, in such a short time, and often without words, was such a rare and beautiful thing. Lana returns his kiss, laughing against his lips in response to his enthusiasm for her dance classes. “I’ll have to get you something other than that glittering leotard. I honestly can’t keep a straight face when I see you leaping around in that thing!” And then he’s off! And excited about a swimming race! She watches as he eagerly swims off, and though he declared it a ‘race, she doesn’t seem to give into the chase or aim to compete with the man. The half-orc seemed to revel in the water, and she tilts her head to the side, her hues glued to the water, until he surfaces. She looks deep in thought, unable to keep the cheesy grin off her face as he swims out of the water and steps onto the grass, likely wondering what was taking her so long. Lana treads water, merely enjoying the view of -her- only and after a few minutes of internal squealing and giddiness, she swims the distance to the shore. Pulling herself onto the grassy island, she grows shy as the bikini sticks to her flesh, and her long locks are slick against her head. “I must look like a damned drowned rat…” Joining Larz on the blanket, she giggles and shakes her head, as he couldn’t look more relaxed if he head tried. “Enjoying yourself? So, before we begin… I will make the introductions.” Lifting her gaze to the two dire wolves, she whistles, and they immediately wander over to the woman, one sitting on each side of the blanket, and eyeing Larz, intently. The female is pure white, with silver eyes, and she looks at the half-orc with a fierce intensity in her gaze, aiming to immediate. “This is Sigrid, but I wouldn’t advise you to touch her, ever, unless she grants you permission.” A pause, as the white wolf bare her teeth at the man. “Siggy!” Sigrid stops her snarling, though her gaze remains on Larz, as she uses her telepathy to speak to the elf. The interaction would seem strange to the man, but Lana merely widens her eyes and shakes her head, before verbally responding. “No, we aren’t going back there, ever. We went over this, Siggy.” Clearly not liking the answer, the wolf scoffs and wanders off, though the grey wolf remains at the blanket, his tail giving a faint rustle against the grass, his silver eyes studying Larz, with curiosity. “This big goof is Bjorn. He’s a big lover, but beware, if you play rough with him, he -will- pin you and not show you mercy. He loves to wrestle.” Bjorn sidles closer to Lana, nuzzling her shoulder, until she plants a wet smooch to his silken forehead, he whines at Larz, though he doesn’t make the initial contact, he’d need a few minutes to warm up. “They belonged to Eirik. Before we were even an item, he gave them up. He was too busy for pets, and he entrusted them to my care. They’re unique, they come from a faraway place, and they are dire wolves, which is why they are three times the size of a regular wolf. They have become my constant companions and they are with me more than any of my other companions, so I hope you don’t mind that I brought them along.” Her brown eyes widen, as she didn’t mean to make a mention of her ex, she was merely explaining the origin of her wolves. Quickly, she changes the subject. “So! I hope you’re hungry. I made my favorite, and I think you’ll like it, too.” She retrieves the picnic basket, and gently moves Bjorn out of the way, as he tries to insert his head into the wicker basket. Lana removes all of the chilled food, which consists of a large bowl of various sliced fruits, a bottle of strawberry champagne, cheese wedges, homemade chocolate cherry brownies, and spring water. She takes a peek at Larz, knowing that he’d probably think she’d turn into a fruit or vegetable at this point, as she was always eating on the healthier side. The actual lunch is brought out next, which has been magically kept warm this entire time, and it’s slices of grilled chicken, with a pesto spread, fresh mozzarella, and spinach leaves, between two pieces of thick, herb-crusted bread. The little elf had been busy all morning, making the perfect preparations, and as she pulls out two glasses, some plates, cloth napkins, and utensils, she hopes that he would be pleased with all her planning. “So… Do you have any questions for me? The last date, I feel like I was the one that did all the grilling.”
Largakh shifted his attention to Lanara as soon as she started her way over… Watching her slip from the water and once she did he watched how every drop slipped it’s way down her sun kissed skin, but he was still so amazed someone like this is wanting to be with him despite his race and skin condition. “You know you look good,” and if she didn’t know, the way he sat up and his gaze lingered on her like smoke when his lower lip slipping between his white teeth would be enough for her to learn it! An expression with two unmentionable feelings stirring. He looked from one wolf to the other, respecting their distance, remaining calm and collected under their glares (well the one was glaring it seemed.) One thing he’d learned from Seldanna was to make eye contact and hold it, bow your head to these majestic beasts and leave them be. The one goes off on their own while the other is hesitant with him, it's fine - he would be hesitant too. Larz listens to her explanation of how she came into possession of the wolves, didn’t even care or notice the fact she brought up her ex and even mentions, “that was very nice of you to do that. Just proves how caring you are. Of course I don’t mind that you brought them along,” his gaze eventually finds her - the reality of her still not registering in his mind… He was over the moon right now until she mentions food and his stomach audibly calls out it’s torture. Eyes wide and a glance down to his abdomen, “uh… Yes.” It was a bit embarrassing, but he’d been so nervous that he’s barely eaten anything. He helps her in taking things out of the basket, letting her hand the things to him and spreading them out nicely on the blanket… Hm, strawberries and champagne? He wonders if she had planned something else, or did she hope he would ask her? Was he that obvious? It didn’t even matter because it was something to celebrate. When she takes out all the food he was practically drooling, but when she took out the main course he grinned, “I am impressed.” It showed how much she valued him and his cheeks got warm as he leaned across the blanket and placed a soft kiss on her lips before looking her right in the eyes to say, “this looks amazing, thank you.” He takes the plates from her and starts making her a serving first no matter how starving he was, she came first… Once the plates are together he pops open the champagne which bubbles over and he holds it out to the grass so it wasn’t on the blanket before dropping champagne in the glasses to hand her one. He would hold the drink out for a toast, “to us, Llama… Each to each.” One she would toast he sips and starts to enjoy the food with a soof ‘mm’ before he came up with a question, “what do you like to do with your free time aside from rescuing animals and dancing?”
Lanara feels the heat in his gaze, as he watches every droplet of water slip over her silken skin, and her cheeks redden, though she’d wink before she busied herself with removing the food. She senses his confusion at the bottle of champagne, and she’d give a brief shrug. She hadn’t known that he was going to ask her to be his lady, of course she was hopeful, but she didn’t expect it this soon. She merely considered wine to be a dinner beverage, and that left champagne for lunch, as it was lighter and bubbly. She watches as Larz looks at the two direwolves with a respect in his tuscan gaze, and she gives a curt nod. She appreciated that he accepted the animals without question, and in turn, one day they’d grow to refer to him as friend. Sigrid was always a bit ‘iffy’ with others, and she only tolerated Lana, even on her best day. Bjorn, however, doesn’t feel like moving anytime soon, and he lies down on the side of the blanket, his silvery gaze eyeing the grilled chicken sandwiches. Every so often he gives a sidelong glance at Larz, and he’ll lift his majestic head to learn the scent of the stranger. Taking the plate from Larz, she smiles, accepting the kiss. “Thank you, and you’re welcome. I hope it tastes good!” Lana slips Bjorn a small piece of her chicken, as she takes a bite of her sandwich, nodding as he compliments her on taking the two wolves in as one of her own. “I have a soft spot for pretty much all animals, aside from snakes, as you know.” Another wink, as she recalls their night in the tent, and the mishap with the polar bear and the hot dog. “I couldn’t say no… They were with their previous master for such a long time, and they needed a new pack leader. Plus, they are excellent protectors. Although she’s not all that cuddly, Sigrid has saved my life more than once.” Just how much danger did Lana often find herself in?! Taking the glass from him, she holds it up and clinks her glass against his, smiling warmly. “To us, Lard.” She takes a long sip, savoring the sweetness of the strawberry flavored bubbly on her tongue, as she takes in his question, thinking on her answer. “I love to go to the beach. I know it’s cliche, as -all- women love working on a tan and wearing a cute bathing suit. But I love the beach because I love the smell of the salty air, the feel of the sand beneath my feet, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. I love being in a forest more than anything, but the beach is my second home. I love being in a place where I can feel the strength of each element.” A pause. “I also love darts, or throwing knives. It takes such focus, that for a time you seem to forget the world around you and all its problems…It’s sort of like how I feel when I’m around you… That was -so- cheesy, shut up!” Giving him a feigned scolding look, she grins. “What about you? What do you do when you aren’t playing poker with the guys, or volunteering at the orphanage, or hanging with gramps?”
Largakh also shares a bit of his food to the wolf, careful to place it on the blanket and not get a finger bit off- more for the wolf’s safety because of his own poisonous blood. In Between bites he smirks at her comment of her fear of snakes, “that hot dog really got it handed to him.” His eyes never leaving her whenever she speaks as if he could listen to her talk forever, “more than once? Really? How…” A grin after he chews another large bite, “this is really delicious. How’d you learn to cook like this?” It was amazement in his tone and of course he would listen to both tales, having finished off his meal and working on the champagne, but refilling the glasses if need be. Then she’s talking more and more about herself as he found himself sitting next to her, ankles crossed over the other and leaning back on one hand, “yes… The beach. One of my favorites as well.” After a long pull on his drink he sets it down feeling a decent buzz, nothing wild, “I see the making of a third date… Or would this be a fourth? Anytime I’m around you feels like the first time,” not the ‘oh I found this lady crying’ first time, more ‘wow, she’s beautiful when she dances.’ He has a feeling that she would sense such a thing by now and he leaned in, being level with her shoulder and places a slow soft kiss there. When she admits how her problems seem to fall away when around him he grins wide again, “really? I am flattered,” he said in such a way to say ‘nah, not cheesy,’ even throwing in a, “don’t you ever shut up.” She was asking him more about him again so he coyly grins, “uh, I used to hike. I used to kind of hike across Lithrydel and Rynvale… I spent a year and a half doing that. I would do odd jobs, like fix a broken stove at the local bakery or find special fire rocks for the smithy, make deliveries.” After switching the hand he was leaning on so he was closer toward her and he used the free hand to caress the back of her hand down the back of her arm, “you just keep talking and I’ll keep falling,” now he grins widely, “no -that- was cheesy.” He gives a wink before leaning in close and placing a slow kiss on her lips.
Lanara watches as Bjorn crawls nearer to Larz, on his belly, gobbles up the food, and then rests his head on the man’s thigh. She nearly chokes on a grape as she sees the way he stiffens, as the canine is near a rather sensitive area, though the whine that ensues and those puppy eyes tell her that Bjorn is merely begging. “He wants more. Ignore him. He’ll never give up.” Sigrid watches from under the tree, too proud to beg, though her wolfish grin fades when she sees that her brother has slinked over to the ‘enemy’ and she lets out a low growl. Lana opens her mouth to describe the last time that the white wolf had saved her life, and she fumbles over the words as it’s a part of her life that she had yet to discuss with him, and it was beyond personal. “I, uh, um, she, we…” She downs the remainder of her champagne, and tosses the glass into the grass. What the hell. She had to learn to trust at some point, right? And he did ask her to be his one and only. “Okay. So… A few months ago my father, Thronnel, returned from the dead and he was hunting for me. I had nightmares leading up to this so I was prepared, and my sister and I were preparing for a ritual to send him back to hell. However, on the day of his return, Taly decided to beat me up for dating Eirik, the witch killer. So she, literally, beat the living hell out of me in the woods. We just went at it. She broke my ribs and gave me a black eye, and I knock her out. I ran away in tears. And… I ran straight into the arms of my father.” Lana’s eyes fill with tears, and she grabs the bottle, now taking a long pull from it, as Larz places a sweet kiss to her shoulder. “He, um… He had plans to kill my sister and run off and marry me as I’m identical to our late mother, Kuruni… But he wanted to have some fun with me first… It wasn’t the first time… I don’t want to dwell on it, we can talk about that another time… But anyways. He found this vacant house in the forest and took me up to the second story bedroom. I was screaming and crying the entire time, and the last thing I yelled, before her put me to sleep was… ‘Sigrid’ and that was so strange, as that wolf -hated- me. She went and got Eirik and they found Taly and they got to me just in time… I had to endure a few kisses and he tied me to the bed, but they got their in the nick of time. They distracted him as I untied myself. And, um, I slapped my father for the sick things he did to me over the years, and he couldn’t handle the rejection. He was obsessed with me. He picked me up…” She looks away. “And he threw me from the second story window. My spine snapped in a few places and I died on the forest floor. When I came to… My sister revived me that time… I was broken in more ways than one. And my father was killed. Taly and Eirik did what I failed to do two years prior. But my life was saved, all due to that white wolf over there.” She gives a nod to Sigrid, who watches on. “Anyways. That’s half of my big secret. And I learned to cook because I was on my own most of my life.” There’s a long pause before they resume talking about the beach and she seems less stiff, and smiles as he mentions another date. “You’re getting serious about me, huh, Lard?” As he talks about himself, she leans against his shoulder, and munches on a brownie. “Hiking, huh? If I knew that you could have walked yourself here. Psh. Poor Moonachie, her legs must be so tired from carrying your orc ass all the way up the mountain!” She’s teasing, and she giggles, until his next words cause her to melt, yet again. “Aw… I like when you’re cheesy. It’s adorable.” Leaning in, he’d note the mischievous twinkle in her eye, and just before their lips are to meet, she’d smush the brownie into his mouth. “It’s yummy, right?!” That laugh doesn’t stop as she rubs the chocolate further onto his lips, before leaning in and giving him a kiss, not caring if she ends up covered.
Largakh never took his eyes off her when she told her tale and if she noticed, every time she mentioned her father and how much of a piece of work that guy was, Larz’s eyes flicker with that sunset turned fire. He sat up more, placed either of his long legs laid out on the blanket on either side of her and gently pulled her to lean back on him during the awful tale. He wasn’t offended by the torrid affair or disgusted by her, but rather wanted to be closer to her and hold her to make all of it go away if he could help it. Leaned against his front she would feel his heart beating fast as if with adrenaline, “if he wasn’t already dead then he would have been very soon after hearing this.” His eyes seem to rim with angry tears as he kisses the side of her head where her temple lies under wet hair. No tears fall from him this day and he gently runs his hands along her back as if to massage away the pain that has long left her. “So, your recipes are the other half of your secret?” The conversation developed a lighter tone and there was slight humor in his eyes as if to say, ‘tell me when you are ready.’ When he’s asked if he’s getting serious his gaze trails slowly about her features, trying to get her to blush as he boldly responds, “you have no idea.” A soft chuckle at her joke and the grin was wiped off his face once he spotted the mischief in her gaze, oh no. He let her smash the brownie in his face, playfully liking the palm of her hand while she was at it - ewww, orc spit! When she kisses his chocolate lips his arm wraps around her shoulders while the other goes around her waist to deepen their playful kiss with hungry force… Except he just ate. His hand became lost in the jungle of her damp hair, eyes flutter closed as he takes another kiss with a hum, speaking through the kiss, “very yummy.”
Lanara is pulled to his chest, and she leans back to welcome the comforting embrace, as she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. He cared for her, and though she didn’t give the full details of their incestous affair, she knew that he picked up on the things that she was unable to say. Larz had a way about him that often made it easy for her to open up, despite those walls she continuously would build, only for him to send them crumbling with a soft touch, or a gentle kiss. This man was medicinal to the woman. As he mentions the other ‘half’ of the secret, she bristles, and sees that he’s not pushing at her, and that makes her only want to open up. “Uh… It involves my father, too. If you want to know, just ask… I think there are things you need to know. You just may retract that question you asked me when we leapt of that cliff. And it’s oddly the reason for my first death. I died twice. I know… I look good for being an undead, huh?” Grinning, she matches his heated glare, and she fills those butterflies, which are now a flock of hummingbirds, at this point. As they’re so caught up in each other’s gaze, Bjorn chooses this opportune moment to snatch up half a sandwich and run off to share it with his sibling. Lana laughs, not having the heart to scold the wolf, as he had recently endured a loss of his own. The duo missed Eirik, and she knew that if the lycan requested to ever see them again, she’d have to oblige. It was part of their agreement. But she’d have Larz with her, or ‘loan’ him the wolves for a day. Seconds later, when Larz realizes all too late that his little prankster is up to no good, the two find themselves covered in melted chocolate and wrapped up in each others arms. The elf gently pushes him back on the grass, and gives his lips a lingering kiss, though as she feels his fingers running through her damp locks, she pulls back. “If you got chocolate in my hair, I’m going to be -so- mad. So mad in fact, that you will owe me an award-winning backrub. Let me check…” Sitting up, she runs her chocolate-smeared fingers through her locks, making them, naturally, sticky. “LARD! Look what you did!” She’s feigning anger, as she dramatically rolls her eyes, scoffs, and messes with her hair some more. Thankfully, the pool of water is literally six feet away, and they would have to use it soon anyway, for the next part of their date. “Why don’t you finish eating up and then we’ll head to the next part of our date, okay?” She’s grinning again, though the mischief has left her eyes, as she starts to pack up. Finding a rock in the grass, she hands it over to Larz. “Aw… It’s your favorite!”
Largakh has a thoughtful look on his expression when he answers, “I will ask sometime and I don’t know about that… I can be stubborn, when I set my mind to something I give it my all.” So, yeah, Lana has his all. He gives a nod and lightly tickles her side when she mentioned she looks good for being undead, “that you do.” The wolf ran off with the remainder of someone’s lunch, but Larz didn’t even care with a short chuckle. He savors their tender moment between chocolate until he’s being accused of getting food in her hair and he feigns a shocked look, “oh no!” He was finished eating and started to help her pack up after wiping most of the chocolate off his mouth with a napkin, but there’s a second part to the date? A quirked brow and grin, but he chuckles loudly at her joke, “why do I tell you these things Llama!?” Humor remaining in his gaze and harsh orc voice, but took the rock from her, tentatively gave the rock a lick, made a face and dropped it, “why am I like this?” He stands up and helps her to her feet, ready to let her lead on to their next part of this amazing date.
Lanara holds his gaze as he says he will give it his all, and she nods. “I give it my all, too. Always.” As they finish packing up the food, she whistles and both wolves obediently come over to them, though Sigrid stays a few feet further than Bjorn, who aims to lick the chocolate from Lana’s cheek and hair. “You little bugger! Stop that!” He doesn’t get the hint, and the massive wolf pounces on the elf, tackling her to the grass, where he assaults her with his long tongue, licking up every last chocolate morsel. She’s giggling, and yelling, though there’s nothing she can do about it, as he was nearly four hundred pounds of solid muscle. Finally, the barrage is over and she sits up, covered in slobber. “I was asking you two, to go retrieve the shoes and clothes up on the mountain, and meet us back at that secret place I showed you earlier… Siggy. You know the way?” The white wolf stares into Lana’s eyes for a lingering moment, before both the woman and the wolf give a nod. Turning to see if Larz would like to continue their date, she finds him licking rocks, and she quirks a brow, trying to stifle a giggle. “You tell me things so I have ammunition. Because deep down… You -love- being teased! And probably because earth is a big part of who I am, with being a witch and all. You’re just using the power of the element to lure me in, I know I know…. And it’s working.” Giving him a wink, she sees Sigrid giving Larz a look of disgust as he slobbers on a rock and drops it to the grass. Clearly, this new man in Lanara’s life would take some getting used to. The canine’s scamper up the mountain, as Lana takes Larz’s hand in her own, grinning. “So. The next part of our date? So remember how we jumped off of a cliff? Now… We’re going to swim through that waterfall. There’s a hidden cave through there, trust me, I’m not pranking you again. There really is a cave. And I set it up special for us to spend the night. If you, uh, want to do that? We don’t have to, I just thought the whole camping out experience would be unique, as it’s a waterfall! Who can say they went on a date and slept beneath a waterfall!?” Lana is excited about sleeping behind the continual cascade of water, and she’s giddy, and bouncing up and down in the grass. “Follow me…” She sprints to the edge of the grass, and gracefully dives into the water, only to surface, and splash him, before rinsing the chocolate from her long locks. She swims to the middle of the pool, waiting to see if he wanted to join her, and continue the date.
Largakh chuckled again at the wolf and the shower of kisses she got from him. A look to the apprehensive one as if to convey the notion that Sigrid should do something about this because he was not putting his hands on or anywhere near these guys yet. He understands that it will take some time for them to warm to him and he was perfectly fine with that. Larz gave a playful tickle to her side again and quips back, “something has got to work.” All in good fun and he winks back. He was following her prompt, nodding along with a, “yup. Yes.” When she clued him into the final secret to their date he grins, intrigued, “really?!” He asked with excitement bubbling up in his tone, “that is a very unique idea, I am thoroughly impressed. You entirely outdid me on this date,” he eagerly followed her to the water and jumped in shortly after her, diving deep and when he rose back up he playfully tickled at her thigh. Once the chocolate was all washed off the both of them he waited for her to continue to take the lead.
Lanara swats at his hand as he tickles her side, the woman spastically twitching and avoiding the brush of his fingertips. Though as she senses his equal excitement, she knows that she did a decent job in planning this date. “I did -not- outdo you! You had Lard and Llama signs! And adorable tents! I just used the environment to my advantage.” The two of them swim around in the brisk water for a few minutes, until they are both thoroughly cleaned up from their late lunch, and then Lana guides him into deeper water. As he surfaces as tickles her thigh, she playfully splashes him, before giving him a quick kiss as they swim up to the waterfall. The sound of the water crashing down is deafening, and it will likely be painful if they are to swim directly through the powerful surge of water. “Hold your breath and swim -under- the fall! Count to twenty and surface!” She instructs, practically shouting at the top of her lungs, so that he’d hear. Lana dips under the water, and quickly swims beneath the fall, only to resurface on the other side, and she quickly catches her breath and waits for Larz to join her, before she pulls herself onto a slippery ledge. The elf had taken him on a rather dangerous date, if he were to really piece all these death defying adventures together. Jumping off a cliff. Wolves. Swimming beneath waterfalls. And now slippery ledges. The sound of her voice echoes as she speaks, so she aims to speak softer, as she takes Larz by the hand, smiles at him over her shoulder, and leads the way. Lana has no issues with walking along the narrow ledge, as she’s had many years of practice on balance beams and walking treetops, though she goes slow, to make sure that the half-orc doesn’t slip and fall. After a few minutes of walking, they come up to the entrance, and she guides him up a few steps and into the cavern. The area is lit by dozens of white pillar candles, there’s a plush polar bear rug in the corner, pillows, and a large table has been situated on a raised platform, with various types of lotions, and a few cotton towels. There also is a large platter of fruit and cheeses on a rock table, and a bottle of wine, with two glasses. Sigrid and Bjorn enter from a small cavity in the rock, the wolves struggling to get through, though they manage, and they deposit their articles of clothing, before leaving them to their privacy. The sound of trickling water can be heard, though it’s not deafening like it was outside of the cave. Lana turns to Larz, and drops his hand, clasping her own together. “So! What do you think?”
Largakh followed her closely and it was touch and go on the narrow ledge there because he grew up on the tree tops too and was decent with balance, but it went on without incident. “You really are a dangerous one,” he jokes because after that leap of faith he took with her he felt ready for anything. Once being led up into the cavern he took in all the sights, the pillows, the rug, the wine, the lotions and his jaw dropped slightly… This was by far the nicest thing someone has eve- you know what, he will just come on out with it. He pulled her in close, looking down at her and wrapping those spotted arms around her, “Lanara… This is the nicest thing someone has ever done for me, but that table is for you, right?” Women always come first in his opinion. He could practically feel how she was tense when she told some of her secret before and he took her by the hand.