RP:Sorry to Disappoint
Summary: Irenic and Eloni are guilt free now.
Public Baths
The grandeur and glamour of Cenril is on full display in this magnificent public bath house. The entirety of the grandiose hall is decked out in beautiful mosaic tiles of the most bright and vivid cerulean, emerald green, ruby red linked and linked with finest gold filigree. The centre piece of the room is undoubtedly the “Maximo pool”, which is around two hundred feet long and surrounded by large gleaming metallic tubs of hot bubbling water, most of which are filled by relaxing occupants. Most of the tubs are supplied with scented soaps and bath salts filling the area with relaxing aromas of mint, lavender and citrus fruits. Those lucky few within the tubs sigh loudly as attendants cater to their every whim and need. At the centre of the pool is a stone dragon head, carefully crafted to appear realistic yet entirely non threatening, the odd contraption slowly turns in a perfect circle with water gushing from deep within and across its toothy maw, filling the pool with fresh sparkling water from an underground spring. It would be supremely tempting to stay here and forget one's cares amongst the bubbles but for those who wish to depart there is a southern exit and a large wooden door with a sign that suggests there is a sauna in the easternmost chamber.
Irenic wonders into the Public Baths sort of mindlessly as the constant changing is pulling at the threads of his own mind. He doesn't even bother removing his tattered and torn trousers as he slowly lowers himself into the warm waters. Tight tawny and tattooed skin clings dangerously to his muscular form and rippling abdomen when he reaches an edge of the pool, but neglects to sit just yet. Dipping his hair quickly into the waters so he can smooth the graying dusky tendrils away from his face his hands finally land on the lip of the pool so he can lean slightly upon it. Mismatched bloodshot eyes stare into the waters of the baths in deep thought.
Eloni had been relaxing at the spring form some time now, the doorway to the sauna opening with a gout of steam, the knight emerging forth as of some ethereal being summoned forth to the material plain. She wore a simple white towel, just large enough to wrap around her form, but ending just about her thighs, looking like a shirt skirted dress. They didn't have a towel to fully work for her at the place. Not really used to talk full figured women. Sweat cling to her sun kissed skin in small beads all over her form. Hair wet and pulled back into a ponytail. Finishing a cool drink, she left the empty glass on a passing table, then she started to pass the bath that Irenic was milling in, she almost didn't recognise him in his disheveled state but once she did she stopped in her tracks. "Irenic..." she questioned softly, head tilting to the the side slightly trying to see if that was indeed him.
Irenic grunts and stands up straight now to take a seat. If she noticed before he sat there were are long scars where his wings used to connect down either side of his spine. When mismatched gaze sees her he smirks in a sort of perverse way until he's called irenic. He can't remember who called me what anymore and usually when it's Irenic it's never good. He leans himself back against the pool and sort of rolls his eyes along with that smirk looking all arrogant as usual, “Ouais, et vous êtes?” He asks in Venetian which dwindles his usual gruff menacing tone while his toned tattooed arms rest on the edge of the pool behind him. A wingless Avian who can't speak common - what a joke.
Eloni gasped softly she looks to his back, those scars are a nightmare for any and all avians, the scars left when your wings have been cut away. "Irenic no..." she whined softly, not thinking, she slides into the waters, her towel instantly growing wet and heavy. She cursed softly not having learned fully the language of her love. "I was worried when I had not seen you for some time. The last time in that form." The look of concern on her face would surely translate, though that would be for anyone in their right mind. She stood before him now, bent at the waist her hands moving to cup his face. "What have you gotten yourself into lord dove?"
Irenic allows her to touch him this time and doesn't cower away though he may look just slightly surprised she mentions seeing him in some sort of form, “Oh? Donc tu sais que je suis un monstre.” Seems he understands her but just doesn't really care if she can't understand him when he pointed out she knows he's a monster. How did he get in this mess? Images of kissing a blonde haired woman and then watching that same woman kiss another man in his time of need flash through his mind. It really didn't help his mental state, but he only knows he's cursed and it's a curse of love giving only the word, “amour.” As the reason, which most assimilate to the word love anyway. His scowl proved he wasn't happy about it either since the one he said ‘I love you’ to is the only one who can break it.
Eloni could see his irritation and anger. Though he was like that before, she could only assume it was not from her current proximity to him. She gives a soft sigh, "did she do something?" Referring to the witch he loves. Her best guess to his current state, magic has a way of muddling the mind and making all kinds of havoc. She remembered him saying his memories were jumbled, confusion and anger. She wondered if she could grant him some small bit of clarity some how. Maybe then she could be of assistance. "Um..." she blushed deeply. She thought the more emotional the memories the better. "Do you remember the library? The restricted section?" She used her hold on him to angle his head up slightly and before he could protest her soft full lips were pressed against his. She fully expected to be tossed off him, he was in a violent state after all. But she hoped it would bring even a little of her lord dove back.
Irenic would give a ‘kind of sort of’ gesture with the teetering of one banged up hand in response to her question of the witch. When she asks about the library, however, his brow dips in concentration…. It looks as though he was attempting long division in his mind, but he's pulled from it and distracted by a kiss. He hums softly in the kiss while kissing back and yes, the demonstration works. He remembers the kiss and the guilt, but no guilt now is there… Gently he pulls her off to allow her to stand in the warm waters as he fakes a sort of forgetful look. He stands himself being a little taller than her and looking down from his six eleven height before replaying their first meeting and slowly talking around her and inspecting her. “Je me souviens quelque chose de vos ailes. Ils sont sensibles…” long fingers caress feathers on her wings while the language drips sensual tension in the air. For a long moment he stands before her allowing that brooding stare to take her in until a blink of an eye and he's pressed against her. His form hot and not because of the water and his hands easily wrap about her waist to sit her on the edge of the pool where her shins where the only thing remaining in the warm waters with his lower half. He asks her, their faces so close their noses nearly touched, so what do you want with me? It came out as, “Alors qu'est-ce que tu veux avec moi.”
Eloni could see the workings as she pressed the kiss but was a little surprised as he pushed her back. But he seemed a little focused, maybe he was regaining a little bit. Then he started to stalk around her, a deep blush kissing her cheeks. The last time she had ended up bent up against the a bookshelf with him teasing her wing joints. And as his fingers traced along her soft feathers she would give a soft moan. She collected herself in time for him to have lifted her with ease and set her on the edge of the bath. Thinking quickly she snatched at the thick cord next to the he bath and pulled it, a thick curtain surrounding their bath to block out any prying eyes. Her towel, now sodden clung to her curves for the simple fact it was wet. His moving her had undone the tie so now even more of her sun kissed skin was laid bare. "I-I want to help.." she whispered, guessing at his words. Her legs slowly wrapped around him then, pulling him tightly against her form as she leans in, holding her lips less than an inch from his. "Can't i try?" Arms slowly snaking around his muscular body, one gripping at the small of his back while the other settles just next to one of the scars. "Please.." was the last word before she kisses him again, no hesitation, no regret. a soft moan of passion as her wings shifted to covet them both. Something he had a habit of doing to her.
Irenic isn't entirely surprised at the sudden escalation of their meeting because as he remembers that is how they usually go. His hands pass her lower back and press firmly until she scoots entirely to the edge of the pool as if he wanted every part of her pressed against every part of him. Once she abides one of his hands slides up her back under her wings and into her hair in order to roughen the kiss up a bit with a tug of her hair. After a moment of this he breaks the kiss and looks at her sun kissed face, “De temps en temps je me demande si, Eloni…” at this point does it matter what he's saying in that language and her name hypnotically said in his accent?
Eloni gives a deep moan into the man's mouth as he pulls her hair, her legs answering by squeezing him tighter as she now pressed against him fully and completely, thus causing her to shiver in his arms. As he breaks the kiss she pulls her lower lip between her teeth and gives a soft bite, her hand sliding down his muscular arm and interlacing with his fingers. Directing his hand up she would use his fingers to peel the towel away that clung to her. "Just... stop talking, lord." Said with a playful timbre before she crushed him in another passionate kiss, her lips parting to let her tongue slip between his scarred lips to run along his own. She was starting to lose herself in the moment, how many nights had she thought of having this man in this position. Too many, and she wasn't going to waste it.
Irenic got a little lost in it all for a moment, but he starts to remember something as he gently untangles himself from her. Holding out a finger as a wait and the shaking of his head in explaining he has no way to continue this, “Attends, je n'ai pas de pénis.” His two fingers make a snip snip motion before he points to the area he speaks of, but his nonchalant way of bringing it up like he couldn't care less. And that devious smirk while he pushed his hair back from his face as if to say with body language, ‘sorry to disappoint.’ Even trying to say it, “Désolé de décevoir.”