Kira Talith
Kinetic Communication at its finest my Chick-e-dee
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
Minor technicality!
Okay, maybe not so much, Kira thought, another giggle escaping. Tipping her head back allowed her to peer up at her husband, capturing within her sight the near breathtaking half grin that shone down at her. His teeth were white against the dark olive of his skin, tanned through years of being under the sun on Borleias. Her own had a honey tint to it as well, as neither had been particularly shy when it came to swimming out by the ocean. The sea had been their front yard, and almost three decades of being with the former false god provided an easing of would be propriety. There was nothing for the Lorrdian to hide from Sol. He loved her regardless of the scars that littered her body or the slight wrinkles that age had given her.
"Maybe..." a dart of a pink tongue was given to the Talith in a raspberry, impish delight coating the slight smugness that ran down the length of the blonde's body. She in no way was bothered by the situation. His ring was a link that relayed just what her husband felt and his intentions. In it she would joyfully fall into that well of affection, love, desire, and mischievousness.
"But what will you do now that you've caught me?"
Minor technicality!
Okay, maybe not so much, Kira thought, another giggle escaping. Tipping her head back allowed her to peer up at her husband, capturing within her sight the near breathtaking half grin that shone down at her. His teeth were white against the dark olive of his skin, tanned through years of being under the sun on Borleias. Her own had a honey tint to it as well, as neither had been particularly shy when it came to swimming out by the ocean. The sea had been their front yard, and almost three decades of being with the former false god provided an easing of would be propriety. There was nothing for the Lorrdian to hide from Sol. He loved her regardless of the scars that littered her body or the slight wrinkles that age had given her.
"Maybe..." a dart of a pink tongue was given to the Talith in a raspberry, impish delight coating the slight smugness that ran down the length of the blonde's body. She in no way was bothered by the situation. His ring was a link that relayed just what her husband felt and his intentions. In it she would joyfully fall into that well of affection, love, desire, and mischievousness.
"But what will you do now that you've caught me?"