Temple of the Restful mind (D6, LA)

[Anjing Sagara]

"There is," Gusai agrees, with a hint of raggedness to his voice. "And it were a shame not to explore its beauty to the fullest allowed. And isn't beauty better shared than not? I've found it so, at least."

He breathes deeply, looking at her with clear longing. "Are we not made for such appreciation?"

"Beauty, in stone it can last for a long period of time, in music it can persist as long as it is remembered, in a smile" she looked back to him and her lips beamed. "in a smile it can be as beautiful as the sunrise, or the sunset." Her fingers twitched and moved towards his own. Gently, dancing in the air.

[Otomo Gusai]

"Beauty, in stone it can last for a long period of time, in music it can persist as long as it is remembered, in a smile" she looked back to him and her lips beamed. "in a smile it can be as beautiful as the sunrise, or the sunset." Her fingers twitched and moved towards his own. Gently, dancing in the air.

Now there's a clear star to follow, Gusai thinks and closes the distance between them, his hand finding hers, fingertips brushing. The strength in her hands is clear even from the touch.

"And there are beauties to be found in the night, as well," he replies, "under the blanket of the stars."

[Anjing Sagara]

Now there's a clear star to follow, Gusai thinks and closes the distance between them, his hand finding hers, fingertips brushing. The strength in her hands is clear even from the touch.

"And there are beauties to be found in the night, as well," he replies, "under the blanket of the stars."

Her hands are rough, not like the soft hands of a real courtier. These hands have worked stone as a craft, these hands have wielded heavy weapons, and they have climbed the rough mountains of the Northern wall. Even though there is a second of shame and doubt from her, from her home and from her roughness in comparison to the younger and stunning women of the court. But her strong mind takes over and her grip closes over his hand. The fingers pull him over and he bumps against her bosom, but she grins. Her soft breath moves by his neck.

[Otomo Gusai]

Her hands are rough, not like the soft hands of a real courtier. These hands have worked stone as a craft, these hands have wielded heavy weapons, and they have climbed the rough mountains of the Northern wall. Even though there is a second of shame and doubt from her, from her home and from her roughness in comparison to the younger and stunning women of the court. But her strong mind takes over and her grip closes over his hand. The fingers pull him over and he bumps against her bosom, but she grins. Her soft breath moves by his neck.

Gusai's own hands are far from smooth, showing years of work at sea, hauling ropes and doing...less pleasant duties. He grips her hand in return, and as her bosom presses against him, his free hand presses against her back--low on it--and his breath is at her ear.

"Shall we chart a course for another shore?" he asks, huskily.

[Anjing Sagara]

Gusai's own hands are far from smooth, showing years of work at sea, hauling ropes and doing...less pleasant duties. He grips her hand in return, and as her bosom presses against him, his free hand presses against her back--low on it--and his breath is at her ear.

"Shall we chart a course for another shore?" he asks, huskily.

She brushed her cheek against his beard, her good side as it turned out, her scar on the opposite side. "Show me the course to open waters captain."

[Otomo Gusai]

She brushed her cheek against his beard, her good side as it turned out, her scar on the opposite side. "Show me the course to open waters captain."

"Bearing suggest it's this way," Gusai replies, gesturing subtly towards the guest suites and /fading to black.

(Thank you for fun flirtation!)

[Anjing Sagara]

She brushed her cheek against his beard, her good side as it turned out, her scar on the opposite side. "Show me the course to open waters captain."

"Bearing suggest it's this way," Gusai replies, gesturing subtly towards the guest suites and /fading to black.

(Thank you for fun flirtation!)

Fading to black, eyes turned in trance

(Most enjoyable)