forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

tune

Sighing, the elf turns to her angel, never releasing her grip. "We should use the night to help us, too," she murmurs softly in Brachish.

Clare opened the bag again to the right section, "I'm sorry, I couldn't tell that you all were having a moment, Void enchantments are finicky you know, I can't understand a thing you were saying how was I supposed to know not to ruin your moment, Why am I even offering my stuff to you!" She switched to Craision, "Elves! They think they know everything, think they can stop all over us humans because we're 'weaker' Well news flash this human isn't amused!" She snapped her bag shut and slipped it back around her waist, "How do I even get my self in these situations!" She stomped over to the other side of the clearing and munched on a cracker.

Azriel sighed. "Fine," she muttered, following this with a soft string of curses in Fletan.

Despite everything, Iris still smirked as she recognized a girl cursing the world off. That's my girl.
She tenderly trailed her fingertips down Azriel's arms, trying to pacify her. She, herself, was terribly upset with the human and quite tempted to freeze her. But hey, they were a group, and that would give a bad impression for the others.

Azriel sighed as she led Iris over to a tree and sat down beside it, leaning against it. This was it. She hasn't understood what Clare had said, but she understood the message. "Hopeless, the both of them," she muttered, switching back to Brachish.

Iris sat down beside her angel, occasionally arranging the feathers on her wings, then playing with locks of her hair. "That's why I fell for you," she said, softly.

Azriel looked up in surprise. "What do you mean?" She's asked, confused.

"You're perfect," she blurted. Mumbling, she continued, "You're sarcastic, can be sassy, yet happy. You apologize way too much but it's cute," Iris confessed. "And, your guard? It really wasn't your fault. You've been through stuff. You know what it's like…" her voice trailed off as the elf focused more on her wings and hair. "You're the first to see past this-" she waved her hands up and down her body "-mask. To care past the cold shield I set up. Unlike them."

Azriel smiled softly, once again transfixed by Iris's eyes. "If I asked you to kiss me, what would you say?" She asked softly.

"I wouldn't be saying anything," the elf retorted, smirking.

"Fair enough," the angel agreed, "kiss me?" She tilted her head slightly at the question.

Her breaths came out rattled, a little shocked that her angel would actually have the guts to ask. Slowly, in a trance, Iris tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she cupped her angel's chin. Iris leaned forward, and just before the elf's lips met the angel's, a feeling of righteousness settled in the Yrnan's stomach.

Azriel quickly closed the gap, smiling ever so slightly as she did so. "Finally," she muttered.

Managing to smirk through the kiss, oh gods, she hadn't felt this in years, Iris leaned a bit closer. The kiss was gentle, lenient, Azriel's soft lips pressing against hers in a dazzling whirlwind of emotion and freedom. This, was right.

(Holy shit how do you write like that? It's gonna suck to fail utterly now. Welp, time to make this as cheesy as I possibly can.)
Azriel had had many kisses on her lifetime, but none of them felt like this. Her head was buzzing, and she was struck by the sudden realization that she wouldn't ever be able to let go. For once, she didn't worry about it.

Pressing a little harder, Iris grinned to herself as she bit softly on her angel's lower lip. To be able to kiss who she wanted, with no one watching, no one judging, only fueled her passion. Her hands brushed against Azriel's wings, reminding herself this was real, she was real, this was happening.

Iris's hand brushing her wing reminded Azriel that she actually had wings. She wrapped them around herself and Iris, creating a shield from the world, in which she could kiss whoever she wanted. Her hand carefully made its way up to Iris's shoulder.

The wings fluttering against her back comforted the elf, she was safe in Azriel's wings and arms. After a moment of pure bliss, Iris tenderly tugged her lips away and laid her head in the crook of her angel's neck, lighting gasping for air.

Azriel smiled softly, lightly resting her head on Iris's. Her head was still buzzing, and she couldn't think straight (ehe cause GAY) enough to form real words.

The night deepens. Do you move on or do you stay and make camp?

As warm as Iris felt in her angel's arms, they were still on the verge of being recaptured. She groaned out this logic to Azriel's neck, nuzzling in even while she suggested they go to the group.

Azriel sighed. "You're probably right," she admitted, slowly moving her wings away from them. "But people are awful," she complained.

Immediately the elf missed her wings. "They sure do," Iris agreed in Brachish, sending a pointed look directed at the human and her unholy amount of crackers. Reluctantly removing herself from Azriel, the Yrnan tugged her hand toward the group. A commanding aura exuded from the elf as she approached the clearing. In Medein: "We have to get out of here."

The group gathers themselves and begins to head westward towards the Geminat Mountains and the Craision Valley. You move slowly and carefully away from the fortress in which you had just been held. There are many patrols that you just barely avoid. More than you would expect. They must be looking for the multitude of escaped prisoners that had been set free. Diu, the night moon, rises and falls. It takes longer than you would have expected. Eventually, you come to the border of Yrna where the relatively flat forested lands begin to rise. As you break free from the trees, you can see the peaks of the Geminat Mountains in the distance ahead of you. To the north is seemingly endless tundra and the weak rays of the awakening sun. To the south is dense forest.

Clare yawned as the mountains came into view, She had calmed down after the incident with the angel and the elf , she looked over at Iris and spoke, "So what's the plan from here?"