Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Jan 21, 2006 19:58:25 GMT -5
This is just a log of Nicho and Solace together in the main hall, mostly to let peope know that we are still alive and RPing, even though we don't see many of you much.
Nicho TGM: He doesn't wish to let her go either, just taking in the scent of her, the feel of her. She seemed thinner lately, yet he won't ask her if she'd eaten. She could take care of herself.
Solace Faryndale: Making no effort to move from his arms, she looks up at him and smiles thinking he'd gotten taller, again. Thinking that this wasn't what she wanted their marriage to be. Brief moments, almost stolen like before they were married.
As if catching her thoughts, he grins, looking into her eyes, remembering a few stolen moments, not all of them before they were married.
"What are you grinning at?" Spoken softly. The back of her fingers brushing his cheek. "You have that look in your eyes."
He chuckles, thinking that if the King and Queen couldn't obey the rules, no one else would feel much compelled to do so. He smiles into her eyes again, "I was thinking of the other morning in the office." He winks, then steps back, breaking the embrace, yet retaining a hold on her arm and seeing her to the couch. "Relax, my love. What shall I bring thee?"
Ohhh. That morning. Her eyes light up at the thought. She found it funny that they still did that sort of thing even now. With a slight blush, she sits down, refusing to let go of his hand. "You. I don't need anything else." Giving him that loving look that usually brought him to his knees.
He doesn't fall to his knees, but they do tremble. "Easy, love. Let me get ye a glass of that boisenberry bramble. I promise I shall return and snuggle."
He winks, "Ye know I can't resist a winesoaked nyad."
A smirk was all he got for his comment. She let's go, curling up on the couch. "Winesoaked? Is that what you have in mind?" Raising a brow.
He laughs, "We shall see, my dove. But I do know ye prefer thy wine on the inside rather than out." He winks again as he goes to get the wine, also getting himself a very small glass of brandy to sip. Almost as an afterthought, he grabs the platter the kitchen wench had set out when Solace came down, some cheese, crackers with fresh strawberries and grapes. Setting it all down on the table before her, he hands her the wine and curls up beside her.
Taking the wine, she reaches for the food. "Mmm. I'm starved." Not much time to eat when chasing the son of Nicho Klojhen. Little bugger.
Looking over the back of the couch, he gestures for the girl to bring out some of the roast and other meats. It arrives shortly. Nicho takes a small bit and puts it on some bread, sitting back to watch her eat as he nibbles. A smug sort of smile on his face. He knew if she had wine on an empty stomach it would quickly go to her head. This way he didn't have to worry about her eating.
Ravishing the food as if she hadn't eaten in days, sips of wine inbetween, she catches his gaze. "What?" Though she knew. He seemed to sort of gloat when she ate well.
Holding up his glass. "The brandy is quite good this year." Though she knows full well he hadn't been smiling at the brandy. He takes a sip, then looks toward the fire. It would need more wood soon, but not yet. It was quite a nice fire, actually.
"Mhm." Eyeing him. She knew better. She takes another sip of wine then sits back. Feeling much better.
"It's hard for me to believe Paul is six months old." He comments, then sotto voice, "It seems so much longer than that." A thought comes to him, "How soon can I take him riding?" He'd had an adopted daughter before, two in fact, plus the children around the castle, but somehow he'd never really imagined being the father of a boy before, he is anxious for the child to grow up, at least a little bit.
She blinks. "Nicho, he can't even walk yet. Give the child some time." A chuckle mixing with her words.
Nicho TGM: He doesn't wish to let her go either, just taking in the scent of her, the feel of her. She seemed thinner lately, yet he won't ask her if she'd eaten. She could take care of herself.
Solace Faryndale: Making no effort to move from his arms, she looks up at him and smiles thinking he'd gotten taller, again. Thinking that this wasn't what she wanted their marriage to be. Brief moments, almost stolen like before they were married.
As if catching her thoughts, he grins, looking into her eyes, remembering a few stolen moments, not all of them before they were married.
"What are you grinning at?" Spoken softly. The back of her fingers brushing his cheek. "You have that look in your eyes."
He chuckles, thinking that if the King and Queen couldn't obey the rules, no one else would feel much compelled to do so. He smiles into her eyes again, "I was thinking of the other morning in the office." He winks, then steps back, breaking the embrace, yet retaining a hold on her arm and seeing her to the couch. "Relax, my love. What shall I bring thee?"
Ohhh. That morning. Her eyes light up at the thought. She found it funny that they still did that sort of thing even now. With a slight blush, she sits down, refusing to let go of his hand. "You. I don't need anything else." Giving him that loving look that usually brought him to his knees.
He doesn't fall to his knees, but they do tremble. "Easy, love. Let me get ye a glass of that boisenberry bramble. I promise I shall return and snuggle."
He winks, "Ye know I can't resist a winesoaked nyad."
A smirk was all he got for his comment. She let's go, curling up on the couch. "Winesoaked? Is that what you have in mind?" Raising a brow.
He laughs, "We shall see, my dove. But I do know ye prefer thy wine on the inside rather than out." He winks again as he goes to get the wine, also getting himself a very small glass of brandy to sip. Almost as an afterthought, he grabs the platter the kitchen wench had set out when Solace came down, some cheese, crackers with fresh strawberries and grapes. Setting it all down on the table before her, he hands her the wine and curls up beside her.
Taking the wine, she reaches for the food. "Mmm. I'm starved." Not much time to eat when chasing the son of Nicho Klojhen. Little bugger.
Looking over the back of the couch, he gestures for the girl to bring out some of the roast and other meats. It arrives shortly. Nicho takes a small bit and puts it on some bread, sitting back to watch her eat as he nibbles. A smug sort of smile on his face. He knew if she had wine on an empty stomach it would quickly go to her head. This way he didn't have to worry about her eating.
Ravishing the food as if she hadn't eaten in days, sips of wine inbetween, she catches his gaze. "What?" Though she knew. He seemed to sort of gloat when she ate well.
Holding up his glass. "The brandy is quite good this year." Though she knows full well he hadn't been smiling at the brandy. He takes a sip, then looks toward the fire. It would need more wood soon, but not yet. It was quite a nice fire, actually.
"Mhm." Eyeing him. She knew better. She takes another sip of wine then sits back. Feeling much better.
"It's hard for me to believe Paul is six months old." He comments, then sotto voice, "It seems so much longer than that." A thought comes to him, "How soon can I take him riding?" He'd had an adopted daughter before, two in fact, plus the children around the castle, but somehow he'd never really imagined being the father of a boy before, he is anxious for the child to grow up, at least a little bit.
She blinks. "Nicho, he can't even walk yet. Give the child some time." A chuckle mixing with her words.
