RP:Restricted

Summary: A silent exchange between Irenic and Eloni.

That Avian Allure

The Restricted Section

The air in this room seems to be abuzz with dark energy. The knowledge held in these books is of the most powerful, and primordial kind. There is a single desk in the center of the room, upon which a lantern rests; the only light in the room. An open book lies on the desk. Upon the north wall, a new staircase, winding and made of oak, has been built, a feature added as the funding for a new room has been graciously provided by an unknown benefactor.

(OOC Side note: RP was started through hmail and ONE of the RP-ers did not realize The Restricted Section was mute so there is no talking in this.)

Eloni | Soft boots tap rhythmically as she makes her way down isle to isle, near the restricted section, but what she searches for would not be in there. Fingertips brush against the spines of the books as she passes, the smell of leather covers and soft vellum pages brought a smile to the avians face, it's been to long since she had spent time in such a place. Fond memories of her younger years in study, before her training as a knight. Finally locating the tome she was looking for, she pulled it and started to leaf through the pages, a book on enchanting arms and armors. She was not wearing her leather armor today, having left them, along with her bastard sword in the room she had taken in the local hotel. She wears a simple white silk shirt, top few buttons undone, showing the edges of a tattoo on her chest just above her heart. A diamond studded collar, and pair of simple soft leather pants. Her short sword hung at her right hip the only weapon that could be seen. 

Irenic | A small boy no more than ten would scuffle into the restricted section of the library right after Eloni and even hurrying around her to find what he was looking for. He tried to reach something on a higher shelf, jumping and failing and due to the mute spell on the room it was all silent. The scruffy looking boy with a spot of chocolate in the corner of his mouth look up at the woman with his mouth agape for a moment - admiring her. He tries to get her attention and motion to the book he needs, but becomes impatient and leaves the room to go back out into to vast library. Irenic was drug into the room by the boy holding his hand and he gleamed a devious smirk Eloni's way with a half-hearted wave before being yanked away by the boy who was pointing up at the book; the book looked slightly out of place and to the trained eye it looks planted there. It looks as if Irenic was chuckling at the boy with a pat on the blond boy's hair (anyone can plainly see this isn't his child). He simply slides the Elephant Ladder close to the desired book as the kid face-palms himself for being so daft. Again a soundless chuckle as he helped the boy up and he quickly came back down with his prize to sit at the table there and Irenic sat with him.

Eloni snapped her attention from the book was looking at when she had felt the rush of the child past her  she had not noticed the lack of sound when she entered the place, thinking it was just a lazy quiet day. Watching the odd child try and get the book she found a bit of amusement in his attempts. Then he hurried out. Shaking her head she started to get back into her book when the boy returned with... him in tow. Her eyes narrowed playfully as she watches Irenic move in and help the child with the book then retire to the single table. Pulling herself from the shelves she moved to pass behind Irenic, her wings shifting to brush against his in passing. Moving to take seat across from him. Nodding to the child, silently enquiring where he stole the creature. She rested her elbows on the table and filled the palm with her chin, staring at the man, finding him much more interesting than a book on spells she cannot do herself. 

Irenic pulled a book that was strapped between the tuck of his wings against his back and it seems it was a journal of sorts. He ripped a clean sheet out and put those narrow rimmed spectacles upon his nose - aging him further. He plucked the ink and quill from the middle of the table as the boy had it own favorite one already, but it looked more like a fountain pen. Irenic scribbles something on the paper in his messy left-handed writing and sliding the crisp paper across the table before helping the boy decode the 'Treasure Hunting Done Wright' book which was obviously planted by Irenic. If Eloni would read the paper it would note 'What are you doing here?' And his mismatched gaze would glance at her from time to time in his help of the Orphan boy. He orphan boy beamed a smile once at Eloni when Irenic motioned to her and even offered a respectful bow.

Eloni smiled slightly as she watched the pair work out the book that had been planted in a not so safe place, this though reflected in a mildly sour look she shot the other avian. But as his note slid across to her a moment was first taken to decode the sloppy penmanship, then taking up a pen, she wrote a reply. 'Looking you on enchanted items, looking to even encounters with casters.' Her hand was quite elegant indeed, hinting that she was a little more learned than her personality hints at. Sliding the paper back to Irenic, she would get the boys attention as a gold coin is produced, setting the coin on end and holding it with a single digit. A flick would be given to the coin to set it spinning. She then went back to her book as if nothing is happening. The coin spinning quickly with no signs of stopping, almost like it had a mind of its own. 

Irenic has his reasons for placing the child in 'danger' because it is part of their deal, once a day, every week Irenic comes by and takes the kid on a treasure hunting adventure. And what kind of adventure would that be without a touch of danger, but not that he would ever explain himself to someone for he ultimately doesn't care. Yes, his penmanship is messy, but it is the cause from his hurried years spent on the run. The orphan boy watches the show with an entertained smirk while the lady looked away he had gotten up with his findings to move onto the next clue and the boys hands are quick going unnoticed in the quiet of the room. Irenic used to be an orphan himself and when he turned to bow and wave goodbye all Irenic had to do was extend his hand to the boy as if waiting to be given something. The boy silently sighed and his body language downcast as he reached behind him and gave Irenic what he had taken - one coin and a coin purse, Eloni's. Irenic gently places the two times before her with an amused smirk.

Eloni paged through the book then closed it abruptly as if upset about not finding what she wanted. Crossing her arms over her chest she gave a silent huff, feathers ruffling in annoyance. Watching the orphan find his next clue then start off only to be stopped brought a questioning eyebrow to the whole scene, then the coin is produced, along with the pouch it came from.  Absent mindedly patting her hip where the coin purse was, she gives a broad smile of amusement, when had the little bugger snatched that.  Patting her short swing just to make sure it was still there, that would be infinitely harder to replace than a few coins.  A teasing glance was tossed Irenic's way as she slides the bit of paper back over and scrubbed another messaged. "And what prey tell are you teaching the boy...lord pigeon?" Sliding it back over to him she cast a playful wink.  Irenic sends the boy off as he is eager to start on his next clue and his bi-colored gaze finds the paper from her again with a grin. He plucks the quill out and begins to respond as his dusky locks dangle into view went ignored. 'I'm teaching him how to solve puzzles. I only knew he had that because I used to have to do the same.' Once he noticed the boy was gone he stood and stalked his way behind her just as she did him and their wings graze against each other while his hand reached down to pluck the book she had taken. He started to thumb through it and lean against the wall of shelves next to where Eloni was sitting. His gaze lowered on the book through the spectacles so he may read and an amused smirk touched his scarred lips, he still does the same thing as she is doing now; studying other classes so one might better fight against any possibilities.

Eloni understood fully the need to prepare a young child for the harder realities of life, more so with no family to support. So this child was left with a surly winged demigiant, he could do worse. As he slid behind her and she felt those impossibly soft wings brush against hers, a tremble rippled through her body making her smile so very softly. A look of protest was given as her book was snatched away, prompting her to stand and move to stand before him as he thumbed through her selected tomb. She had been looking for an enchantment or blessing to absorb and reflect harmful spells directed at her. Something that would be immeasurably beneficial when fighting a caster, as she was a dunce when it came the mystical arts. Her eyes lingered on those glasses he wore, wondering if he truly needed those, or if he was simply tying to look more the part of a learned man. Giving his stomach a sudden and playful jab, though there was nothing behind the blow, she moved back to the shelves to see of she could find a like book. 

Irenic faked a pained look when her hand jabbed the solidity of his torso before that devious smirk was given over the edge of the book. Irenic wouldn't let glasses make him look smarter for his words occupy most of that trait for him - arrogantly and this room is fitting for someone not wishing to hear his gruffly pontificated lectures. He watched her turn from him and looked her up and down thinking 'Rookie, never turn your back on others.' So he figured he would make an example of this to her and the book closed quietly while being placed away. In a half a second he was behind her, close behind her and his hands were quick to hold at the base of her wings with a gentle aggression. In knowing this was her weak spot he would softly guide her to rest fully against the shelf with the front of her frame while he stayed close behind her and rest the side of his head against her's. It seems they are once more alone, in a dark place and very close.

Eloni had not thought the man an enemy so thought nothing of turning her back to him. But all rational thought fled her mind as he gripped both her wing joints and pressed her against the book shelf, quite the effective hold for any avian, though even more so effective against her in particular. Just brushing her wings would get a blush and a smile, but the base of her wings where infinity more sensitive. Cheeks flush scarlet as her mouth opened in a muted gasping moan. Gripping the shelves she was pressed against tightly her body pressed back into his, trembling in his hands as her eyes closed tightly. Wings tremble against him as she pressed her body harder back into his. Nuzzling the cheek he pressed to her. The knuckles of her hands gripping the shelves turning white, hips starting to sway slowly as they press back into him. He had just found one of if not the most sensitive spots on the poor melting avian. 

Irenic's own wings curl around them again blocking any view although for now they were alone as his hands grope a little higher on her wing to the crest of them and sort of pull, it would probably be the equivalent of pulling on a woman's hair. His breath was exhaled softly and slowly on one of those pointed ears as he got a little lost in the moment. He seemed to have forgotten all together what he was doing in the first place when his wing tips curl around and sort of flirt with her own wing tips. He realized he had not had such a close proximity to an Avian woman like this in such a long time and his usual instincts as the old Edlin took over. His hands slip back down her wings and one of his arms wraps around her waist while the other slides up between her wings, up between her shoulders and through her hair to grab hold of the hair at the nape there and gently pull back. Making her look up now and expose her neck so his scarred lips kiss hungrily down her neck…

Eloni | She gives a silent moan as his hands work over her wings, her wings responding to the lightest of touches, trembling and opening until he pulls on them causing her whole body to bow back into him. If she could form a thought she may try to get out of her current predicament, but his unyielding hands kept her far from that ability, more so as the hand slipped around her waist, causing her to press back into him harder. Eyes rolling back in her head as he forced it back, those scarred lips on her neck made the whole of her melting form tremble, how long had it been since she had been kissed like that, and touched so? Too long in her book. Biting her lip a hand would pry from the shelf to pass thorough his thick hair, grabbing a handful of it to keep his head in place she would have the widest of smile pass her lips before it turned into another gaping yet silent moan.

  Irenic felt himself trying to moan and due to their closeness she would easily feel the vibration from it on her back though there was no sound. The arm around her waist slipped down to her hip while his other hand grasps her wing to turn her back against the shelves now. Face to face those gleaming eyes stare something fierce into her own when their bodies were still pressed so closely together. Before they knew what was happening his hands lost themselves up through her hair pulling her head close to him and planting a bold passionate kiss on her. His upper lip locked between her own and she could probably practically feel his hunger for this type of closeness, but that's where he felt it a ping of guilt. When has he ever felt guilty before and a hint of anger followed as their kiss turned a little rough ending it on a soft teasing bite on her bottom lip. He quickly pulled away and stepped back until he was against the table just as the orphan kid came in, he didn't see a thing. Irenic only looked at Eloni with a conflicted expression past that smirk and after an awkward moment of just starring at her - sort of perversely as their exchange was quite titillating even though he wouldn't be able to finish whatever he just started. The kid yanks him out of the restricted section to help him in his hunt.

Eloni could feel him moaning against her, the hands all over her, the feeling of him pressing her into the book shelf. She almost didn't register that he has spun her around, golden eyes half open she seemed to be more in a daze than aware. But she knew enough when he crushed her in that deeply passionate kiss. Her body trembles against him as her arms lock around his form. Moaning into the kiss that she returns wholly. Then he rips away from her, as suddenly as it all had started, unable to keep herself up she finds herself sliding down to her knees looking up at him as if trying to understand what happened, all she knew was her body was on fire, it was his fault. She saw the orphan, then she watched as they left. A hand coming to her chest as she takes a deep breath trying to regain her focus. 'That wonderful bastard,' she purred silently in her mind. Content to just sit there until she calmed, left with her own thoughts, though good or bad was hard for even her to sort.