Apr 18, 2014
14. Where I want to be right now
14. Where I want to be right now
Out riding. The weather is perfect for it.
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14. Where I want to be right now
14. Where I want to be right now
Out riding. The weather is perfect for it.
Friends in Strange Places | Drake, Jasdae
It had been some time since he'd visited the castle. Before the masquerade, he hadn't been by in a while. His friends stopped by the bakery occasionally, but sometimes there wasn't time to catch up and chat or have a drink. Drake gave a nostalgic sigh as he walked through the halls. He held a bag of chocolates in his hand, a gift for old comrades. As soldiers stood watch, some of them would recognize him and nod or wave as he walked past. Drake would smile, offer a chocolate, and continue on. As he descended to the dungeons, he could hear the all too familiar noises of a reason that he left the knights. He stopped to chat with the watch, a former friend.
“Well, look who's back!” The man clapped him on the shoulder, “What's brought you in?” Drake smiled and raised the bag of chocolates, “Just visiting. Friends that is.” The captain folded his arms and smiled back, “Some of those had better be for me.” Opening the bag, Drake offered it to him, “Hope you like spiced rum. It's an experiment.”
“Rum, wine, gin...” The captain laughed, “What's the deal with alcohol and chocolate? Just give me the rum next time!” The man grabbed a couple of truffles and popped one into his mouth. “Not bad though, that” He pointed at the bag. Drake shrugged and scratched his head, “Stop by when you're off some day. We'll see about getting you that drink.”
They talked of old times, reminiscing about rough drills, patrols gone awry, and eventually, the prisoners. “Hey, Drake, I know visiting's technically over, but how about a real treat?” The baker raised an eyebrow, “Oh? What might that be?” The captain grinned wickedly, “We've got a Gerudo dancer locked up this time around. Goddesses, she's good for a fling. Y'know...for a sand snake that is.”
Drake frowned internally. That was another reason he'd resigned from knighthood. He politely declined, but the captain eventually insisted, ushering him into the cell block. “And just for you, I'll give you as long as you want.” The captain finished speaking to him as the reached the cell. He turned to the prisoner, “Visitor, Isleen.”
The name caught on Drake's ears as the captain opened the door and locked it behind him. The captain left, leaving them alone.
“Fancy meeting you here, Red.”
Kiss
She tipped her head back and tossed another chocolate into the air. As it neared her mouth, the baker snatched it.
“Hey, what gives?”Jasdaë pouted, hands on her hips. “That’s mine!”
Drake frowned at her, “Not if you don’t pay for it first, Red.”
He looked to the chocolate display. He’d only been gone for a couple seconds, to retrieve the handkerchief she’d dropped, and she’d managed to eat at least ten chocolates. He wasn’t particularly upset. He enjoyed watching people eat his creations. And he found her appetite for sweets to be cute.
“Well I’ve already had my hands all over it. Give it here.” She held out her hand expectantly.
He looked at the chocolate in his hand before looking back to her, smirking, “Make me.”
Jasdaë raised an eyebrow playfully and stepped closer, “My pleasure…”
Drake didn’t expect her to move forward so quickly. To keep the chocolate away, he did the only thing he could think of. He put it in his mouth. Before he could even smile, she jumped on him, tackling him to the floor. He lay on the ground, completely stunned, as Jasdaë lay atop him.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” She gave a cheeky smile, her face just inches from his.
As he opened his mouth to speak, she pressed her lips to his. Her lips were soft and the kiss was rough. He could feel her tongue working its way into his mouth and his lips parted. The kiss deepened as they tasted each other and the chocolate melting inside their mouths. She could feel his heart beating quickly as she pressed her chest against his. He responded in kind by wrapping one arm around her waist and running a hand through her hair. They rolled over, breaking the kiss, both panting. Jasdaë looked up at him, licking the chocolate from her lips and grabbing his collar.
“I wasn’t done with that.” She smirked as she pulled him back.
There's a lot of fish in the sea, but you're the one I'd like to catch and mount back at my place.
HH— G-goodness, look at th’ time. I’ve got… lots to do— haveagreatdaybye!
One big happy family
Rovell and Jasdae have 2 daughters.
The older, Jasmid, is quiet and reserved. She’s a young woman of few words and her bearing is fit for a noble. Her hair is red, just like her mother’s, but short. Her eyes are green, with golden flecks scattered throughout. Her skin is fair and unblemished, pale due to her love of the indoors. Despite her mother’s initial efforts, Jasmid spends her free days reading or helping out around the house, much enjoying time spent with her father while Jasdae is off chasing her sister. She works at a popular dress shop, owned by a family friend. Her propriety and home skills are much enjoyed by her employer.
The younger, Helena, (named after much fighting, both verbal and physical, between the parents) has Gerudo eyes like the rest of her family, but her hair is long and completely blonde. Her skin is also fair, but she isn’t as pale as her sister. A lover of fresh air, Helena spends most of her time playing otuside. She shares her father’s love of adventure, but much to his dismay, she is just as headstrong and confident as her mother, often to dangerous extents. Her favorite activities are to go practice shooting with her mother and to explore the city’s rooftops. Young Helena has often been brought home by local guards who caught her out past curfew, having crept out her window and using blankets as a rope.
IC: Your brother is a fox and you're not half-bad yourself.
Ah.. Link’s more of a puppy and ah, thank ye— You’re absolutely stunnin’ yerself.
Do you see that?
Rovell squinted at the billowing smoke cloud as it ascended in the night sky. He turned to look at her with both a look of horror and awe, “No…Jas, you didn’t…”
No Rest for the Wicked - Rovell & Jasdae
Rovell shuffled through the Northern District streets. The fire in the church had gone out, but he wasn't going back any time soon. Or ever, for that matter. There were guards around the church, trying to keep out a crowd, probably a mix of priests and thieves. Turning to continue the search for a place to stay, something caught his eye. A flash of red hair and he caught a glimpse of her face. A Gerudo. He couldn't see close enough to guess her rank but he could at least figure her as a dancer. He waited until they were both free of the crowd before trying to get her attention. “Dancer!” He called to her. “A moment please, m'lady!”