RP:Kissblocked
Summary: Irenic gets slapped and meets a children’s book author.
Jubilant Garden
The first thing you’ll notice about this garden is its enormous size and the myriad of pleasant scents that waft from it. It has to be the largest constructed garden in Schezerade, and is hexagonal in shape. Flowers of every colour, type and scent blossom here; with lavender and dahlias being the most predominant of them all. Medicinal herbs also take up residence in small hidden patches as well. Fruit trees line six sides of the garden, while large white bee boxes line the other three, with bees buzzing in and out gathering food, and in turn pollinating the beautiful garden. In its centre is a marble fountain, upon which is centred a finely crafted glass phoenix that water spurts out of in a fine mist. The fountain also has various koi carp swimming at the bottom, amongst the roots of lily pads and lotus flowers that are pounced on by frogs. Small stone pathways are placed around flowerbeds so one won’t step on the delicate flowers of this clearly well taken care of garden, and some sport stone benches for one to relax and just let the day go on by.
Celandine sat upon a bench, her journal open with the tattoo feather hanging off her flesh to write down her ideas as she strums fingers along her lyre. Soft hums mimicking the notes the lyre made as she warmed up her voice. With a start she whisper the words, until she felt comfortable. What came out was nimble voice that is capable of singing complex melisma. She has the ability to hold notes for extended periods of time, except in front a large audience. Her voice can transcend through multiple ranges. The lower register is smooth and velvety tone and is reached with ease. The mid-range can be soft or weighty, and is where the voice is it's sturdiest. Notes sung with a more open throat are more powerful and resonant, having an echo to them. The head voice can be bright and piercing or thick and airy. Marking her a mezzo-soprano,because she´s got heavy lows and Soprano highs. Able to quickly change notes in mid word and hold her voice there. Changing the entire time she sang, in her native tongue then switched to common, but when in common she dropped back into a whisper, “Oh I liked that!” looking to the journal she wrote down notes of the words she just sang. Draping her off white wings that faded into an ombre black at the tips, tucking a strand of platinum hair behind her elvish like ears.
Irenic was sort of staggering around and down the path with one of those ‘lovely twins’ from the tavern around the bend, but not without a bottle of some Avain wine. Who knows how much he’s had to drink, but all he knows since his curse was gone, since his orphan buddy was gone and his wings have gone he had bad days more often than good. A faint giggling from the blushing Avian under his arm before she gasped at the singing, “oh how beautiful. I bet that’s one of the students from the Bard’s College. They are living such a romantic life.” Irenic quirked a brow as he’s not all that interested in what she was saying and a low gruff, “whatever,” slips out. Irenic and the twin became a little lost in the Jubilant garden so they could be alone, mostly. They start kissing pretty heavily after finding a bench sort of distant from Celandine and his tawny tattooed hands swim wildly hungry over the woman’s curves. She breaks their kisses and giggles lightly in order to pull away to say in a playful manner, “Irenic! You’re being rude.” Once she turned her head though his hand was lost in her hair and whispering something to her. The woman’s eyes go wide, she stands abruptly, turns with an open hand and ‘SMACK!’ right across his cheek. Whatever was said caused the woman to not only storm off, but soar off for good measure while Irenic sat there once again alone with a pink handprint on his face.
Celandine could hear the smack from where she was, making her drop her journal which decided to close up. Sighing to tilt her head to the side, continuing to pluck the strings. Looking up to see the Avian that she saw walking with the elf, but paid no mind to details of the looks as they seemed to be lovers. No envy or jealousy would wash over her as she didn't care, she had her wiring and music. Stretching out her wings, using them to lift her two her feet, standing a six foot three and a quarter. Only the gust she caused with her wings caused her journal to roll away on the ground. Spotting it with Chesnut eyes she ran after it, “No, stop, come back.” She yelled to it, as if it would listen. Only to run head first into a branch, knocking herself backwards. Sitting up rubbing her head, as she climbed to her feet looking about the ground for her journal.
Irenic saw the journal tumbling towards him and placed his boot on it in order to stop it, but while it was stuck under his boot he looked up to see that woman who was playing get knocked the eff out by a branch. A sucking of air through clenched teeth, “ouch.” He leans down and picks up the journal in order to thumb through it while making his way over to her. Since the artist was looking down she would first see a pair of formal black boots poking out from under off black slacks to which a black button up shirt was halfway tucked into. At such a close proximity she could pick up notes of her favorite scent from the wingless Avian and see the tattoos disappearing into the collar of his shirt or the ones on his forearms disappearing into his rolled up sleeves. “Looking for something?” He had since put on a pair of narrow steel rimmed glasses in order for his one good silver eye to read the words on her journal. An amused smirk spread across scared lips and revealed some crowded, but white teeth and he has yet to offer to help her up.
Celandine picked up her reading glasses, only to place then back on the crown of her head. Looking to the boots, up the slacks, lazy tucking job of a shirt and then to the most gorgeous male she had seen in her life. "Uh, I, uh, umm.." She saw her journal in his hands, smiling and quickly stood up only to hit her head again on the same branch. "Ouch!" Stumbling back slightly, "Thank you, I thought I lost it. The children at the orphanage would been so disappointed if I didn't come to them with new stories." She reached out with a nervous shaking hand, looking back to his face blushing deep apple red. "Uh, I," She paused, gathering herself, "Can I have it back now?" She went to fully reach for it now.
Irenic watched with mismatched eyes from her to her writings. A subtle sway in his stance from a night of drinking and he nearly blerted out, ‘so -you’re- Miss Virellio’ until his paranoia took over. Does she know he frequents the orphanage? Had someone put this woman up to this? On the outside he remained cool, calm, collected and drunk, but for the moment he was extremely suspicious of this woman because there was something about her that he couldn’t place. He takes her blushing as embarrassment for the simple fact that he’s rather rugged from a hard life and scarred up and drunk, but we’ve already established this. She’s reaching for her journal by now, but he pulls it back and out of her reach, “now, now. Hold on, just wait a minute. I’m learning about the fasczinating kitty catsss and their cousinnz in the wild.” Even if that wasn’t what was actually on the page he took a shot in the dark, but he was currently acting like a child with holding her possessions out of the way.
Celandine blushed even more as she knew he was looking back and forth from her work then back to her. "Please, please give it back. Come with me to see the kids one day, and see what I do please just give it back. I haven't got done yet, and it's my new book on the bunny who had no front teeth. I, I don't know if I can replace this story. A little girl with severe burns requesting a book like this." He kept the journal from her.
Irenic felt the jounal slip through his fingers and land in the woman’s hands, but he doesn’t say anything on going with her to the orphanage. If anything he would find out what days she frequents and makes sure not to be there because no one knows about that secret… Okay like one other person, but that was a mishap. His mismatched eyes bare down on her as he was nearly seven foot and the lines in his jawline tensed when he asked, “severe burns?” It was all he was willing himself to ask, of course he wants to know who and how long ago and where, but it would give him away to easy and expose a side of him he doesn’t want anyone else knowing. The only thing he could not temper was his tone through clenched teeth and, if it is possible, more gruff.
Celandine clung to the journal once she got it back, hugging it to her chest. "Thank you, thank you!" Almost in tears, looking back up to him her wings stretching out, "She came in few days ago, she said her dragon was playing too much and it caught the house on fire. She barely made it out, her family’s bodies haven't been found yet. Her wings are gone and her favorite animal is a bunny. Hence why she wanted a book on one, and I'm adding the no teeth to show her she can still be magnificent." She then looked into his eyes, and blushed again. A slow and yet shy grin coming upon her hot pink lips, "I’m, uh-" She begun to fidget her foot on the ground, "Virellio Celandine." She cringed, exhaling deeply. "Celandine Virellio, I mean. I write books for children, sometimes I sing the stories. The kids favorite seem to be going in a bear hunt."
Ireic felt relieved, but his face was still all hard looking and tense while he made a point in his mind to visit there soon. Really, what a buzzkill. If he were honest her he would think her story was a great idea and ask more about it, but he's still kind of suspicious of her. “Heh… Bunnies,” was all he offered for a long moment until he saw her wings, the stance, the blushing and the smile. He was making her nervous and he’s seen this before, but did she not just see how he got his ass handed to him just a second ago; matter of fact, the handprint might still even be there. Felling a little more sober he looked her up and down to make a snap judgement, “what would you know about a bear hunt?”
Celandine turned to walk away to put her journal up, ducking this time to not hit her head. Except it caught her wings, making her stumble backwards. All the balance of one drunk, Irenic could probably have more balance than her sober. Turning back to face him, trying to cover up the branch bump. "Oh nothing just that the book makes it an adventure and inspires imagination." Putting her hands on her head, "With great big ears." Then making a O shape with her fingers to cover her eyes, "Great big green eyes." She chuckled to herself, "Just little things to make myself look like a fool which makes kids laugh. I live to bring joy and entertain, I've never hurt a fly."
Irenic watched her continue to stumble and klutz around, “um how many have you had?” He held up the wine that was still in his free hand while the one that had been stuffed into the slacks of his pants. Mismatched eyes follow her movements once more, “how about you have a seat on the bench again. A motion to the stone benches with a nod, “you might have a concussion.” Would explain why she was all the sudden googly eyed over him a moment ago and he meandered near the bench as well, “yeah I think a fly would do more damage to you, actually, Clementine.” He extends a hand while getting her name awfully wrong… As usual.
Celandine blushed, "uh, none. I don't drink, I am a klutz.." She was grateful to move back to the bench to sit back down, brushing her left hand through her hair. Taking his hand, turning red again. Once back to the bench she would put lyre in her bag and anything else she left out. "Its Celandine. You are?"
Irenic nods an understanding one, “ah. Recovering from demons then?” Surely she has drank before and maybe it was a sore subject, but callously gulped more of the wine down from the half full bottle. A shrug, “Calindime, clementine. Me? Irenic.” The low gruff tone was bored sounding while his eyes traveled along her unique wings while he silently mourned the loss of his own massive velvety ones. “But if you want to keep your reputation clean you will pretend you never met me.” His scarred up smirk shifted into more of a toothy grin in his advice.
Celandine shook her head, No demons, I have never drank in my ninety nine years. I have just recently started venturing out of my comfort zones." She facepalms at the names, "Just call me Cela. For short, okay? Nice to meet you, Irenic." Keep her reputation clean? Why would it be damaged? "I can hang out with whomever." She looked at him seeing the grim which would cause her to wiggle in her seat.
Irenic scooted himself to sit next to Celandine at the bench, but as far over as he could. He didn’t know if she has some aversion to sitting directly next to strangers or what. He looked at the bottle in his hand and held out to her, “well how about you start now since you’re pushing the envelope.” A quirk of his brow when that devilish smirk returned.
Celandine blinks rapidly, did he just move as close as he could to me? "Oh no, thank you though I am waiting for a special moment to have my first drink." her hand touched the bottle gently pushing it back, "I am waiting for special moment and person for my first kiss. Like in the books." She looked into his eyes as he gave her the devilish smirk, jerking her eyes away to look straight out in front of her.
Irenic couldn’t help it as he let out a guffaw. “A bit wet behind the ears are we?!” He leans back in attempts to look behind her ears, “I don’t know what books you are reading, but you’ve got to live a little.” He didn’t offer anymore of the drink as he was guzzling more down for himself, “you’ve gotta kiss a few toads before they turn into a prince.” A shrug and he leans on the opposite bench arm that he was sitting closest to while his free hand rubbed at the light shade of pink handprint on his cheek. Obviously a toad type.
Celandine smirked, "I just don't rush into things like others do, before now I was too busy writing, but my cousin has been making me leave the house and get out. It's been pretty nice so far." She looked to the handprint to his face, "I take it you were her toad?"
Irenic is looking to get smacked again, obviously, because he does end up scooting closer to her on the bench and gently runs the back of his tattooed left hand down the inside of her wings. His free hand placed a finger under her chin to look him in those mismatched eyes and after a half a second of that if she continues to let these actions complete those bicolored hues trail from each different feature on her face, lingering like smoke. “Yeah,” a grin spreads wider on scarred lips, “I am a toad. You want to see if I turn into a prince?” Their faces were close now, closer than she probably ever let anyone get that close before if she even remains through his bold moves.
Celandine scooted as far the bench would let her, which wasn't much. The hand moving down inside her wing made them shudder, dropping lower at the amazing feeling of someone touching her wings. Blinking a few quick times as Irenic turned her head to face him, he got closer and closer. Definitely closer than anyone ever had, that wasn't family to give her a peck on the cheek. "I..uh..um..i.." She couldn't speak, her heart raced in her chest, breathing quickened. "I.." Right on time, saving his young cousin from Irenic’s toxic womanizing games, landed right behind the bench. Crossing his arms, "Celandine!" With a start she jumped up only to flip over the bench. Charlie shook his head, then looked to Irenic pointing at him. "You. Stay. Away." He looked to Celandine, "Really? An Avian -without- wings? You were going to give your heart to this? What would your parents say!? What would your twin, Roman, say?"
Irenic was moving in closer when she was stuttering while his gruff tone lowered and darkened, “loss for words? How cute…” Kiss blocked by another Avian and Irenic didn't even flinch as he watched Celandine tumble backward. From his seated position he looked over his shoulder and up at the guy until he was standing to make Irenic a little taller by four inches. Mismatched eyes look him up and down while still smirking, also crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, what he said.” He would look back at Celandine and wait for the moment her protector would drag her away by the ear, “how old did you say you were again?” A chuckle, “because you don't look like a child,” he said while looking her up and down, but suggestively now before he winked at her.
Celandine stood up, dusting herself off. "You are only suppose to watch over me when I leave the city, not interrupt anything I pick or choose to do." Looking back to Irenic to see how he looked over her made her tuck her hair back behind her ear. The wink caused her to giggle, which made Charlie glare even harder at Irenic. "She isn't a child, but her parents kept her too hidden and sheltered from everything. Everything is new, "He looked to Celandine, "I regret talking you into going to different places! Come by to invite you to tea and you're out with some elf!" Celandine took a step away and moved to sit back down on the bench. "I'm ninety nine, go away Charlie." Charlie snorted, and moved to a bench down the path to keep an eye on the two. "Sorry for that..my twin and him were in the army together. So he comes off a bit strong at times."
Irenic shook his head at their bickering in amusement, but arms still crossed. Once they are sort of alone again he doesn't sit back down as she did, but he walked to an odd patch of flowers and plucked one. Once back over to Celandine while drinking down the rest of his wine before mentioning, “well… I'm going to get more refreshments.” He bends down to loom over her sort of while tucking the flower on one of her long pointy ears, “see you around, Clementine.” Another wink before he sets a path off to the tavern once more, maybe the other twin at the tavern won't be as prude as her sister.
Celandine smiled as he placed the flower behind her ear, "Enjoy those refreshments, I think I'm going to go for a flight." Then that wink again and she blushed immensely. "See you around."