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gondolindrim2013-10-18 12:08 am
yaban) wrote in gondolindrim2013-10-18 12:08 am
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Romance!
Finally my gift for Idril is off the printing press. She's getting a technical first edition!
Yaban: *has a book packaged up to give to Idril as a gift*
Idril: *taking a walk, heading for the house of history*
Yaban: *making his way to the palace, going through what to say about the book*
Idril: *sees him and grins, running up to him* hi!
Yaban: o.o it's the first easterling book off the printing presses!
Idril: *laughs* what? *kisses his cheek*
Yaban: oh. Oh. I got you a gift. *holds up the book, wrapped in paper and tied with string* It's a novel that ended up here. It was translated and put through the printing press
Idril: oh! *takes it and unwraps, smiling when she reads it* that's so sweet, Yaban. Thank you
Yaban: it's a magical realism story about a camel who becomes king
Idril: what's a camel?
Yaban: an ill-tempered beast you can ride if you're stupid
Idril: *laughs* it sounds fun. Want to read it together?
Yaban: yes *grins* I can explain the cultural references
Idril: good! *takes his arm* garden?
Yaban: garden. *takes her arm and gets on his toes to kiss her cheek*
Idril: *happy smile at him and kisses softly, walking to the garden*
Yaban: *brushes some fallen leaves off a bench and sits*
Idril: *sits with him and starts reading happily*
Yaban: *explains how the politicail system worked with the wraiths in charge*
Idril: hm. So they ruled that area?
Yaban: yep. Up until minutes before I ended up here, where they all died horribly
Idril: oh! How did they die?
Yaban: they exploded.
Idril: oh goodness. Hm. But this story is before that?
Yaban: mhm. We had to use surrealism in our stories to get by the censors
Idril: so it has some truth? Neat!
Yaban: yep! But... hm. I'll point it out when I see it. I've never read this book
Yaban: I think it was one of the ones where all the copies were burnt
Idril: ooooh! *grins and continues on*
Yaban: *talks about how this was actually a term for a princess that had no prospects, and this part refers to flooding*
Idril: there are so many things in this that were changed, it's amazing!
Yaban: *grins at her* see? Humans got culture too
Idril: *laughs and kisses him* so you do!
Yaban: *leans up close to kiss back*
Idril: *cups his cheek and deepens it, enjoying the story and the company*
Yaban: *hands on her hips, enjoying the moment*
Idril: *happy noise and keeps kissing*
Turgon: Apparently doing paperwork in my garden is out of the question today
Gelgannel: *standing behind Turgon, stonyfaced*
Idril: *surprised noise and pulls back from yaban* dad? Gel? o.o
Turgon: 'lo. I was going to try and experience fresh air. *amused, not annoyed that his daughter has a social life*
Yaban: o.o hello, your highness
Turgon: hello *nods politely*
Idril: I'm surprised you thought about fresh air!
Turgon: well, you give me such good advice and it's going to get cold again soon. *shudders*
Idril: *laughs and pats Turgon's shoulder* I'm proud of you, dad. *grins and kisses Yaban's cheek*
Turgon: *out of the corner of his mouth to Gel* breathe.
Turgon: I'll let you two have your fun and go to a coffee shop, maybe. *nods again to Yaban and gets Gel out of there*
Gelgannel: >: O
Idril: *nuzzles Yaban* alone again! *did notice Gel's face*
Yaban: uh, is he going to kill me?
Idril: dad? Of course not! He doesn't care
Yaban: Gelgannel
Idril: why would Gel kill you?
Yaban: he had a Look
Idril: *smiles and kisses him softly* don't worry. He wouldn't touch you
Yaban: hmph. You say that. *snuggles closer to her*
Idril: *wraps her arms around him with a smile* as if I'd let him hurt you!
Yaban: you are a lot tougher than me, yeah. I think it's racial
Idril: *laughs and kisses* maybe!
Yaban: *muscle pose, though*
Idril: *fans herself, grinning* so handsome and strong!
Yaban: Thank you, m'dear. Thank you
Idril: could I have a kiss, sir?
Yaban: *sweet kiss*
Idril: *smiles and kisses back* mmm, you give good kisses
Yaban: thank you, ma'am
Idril: *kisses again and hugs him close*
Aaand now I fear for my pitiful human life.
Yaban: *has a book packaged up to give to Idril as a gift*
Idril: *taking a walk, heading for the house of history*
Yaban: *making his way to the palace, going through what to say about the book*
Idril: *sees him and grins, running up to him* hi!
Yaban: o.o it's the first easterling book off the printing presses!
Idril: *laughs* what? *kisses his cheek*
Yaban: oh. Oh. I got you a gift. *holds up the book, wrapped in paper and tied with string* It's a novel that ended up here. It was translated and put through the printing press
Idril: oh! *takes it and unwraps, smiling when she reads it* that's so sweet, Yaban. Thank you
Yaban: it's a magical realism story about a camel who becomes king
Idril: what's a camel?
Yaban: an ill-tempered beast you can ride if you're stupid
Idril: *laughs* it sounds fun. Want to read it together?
Yaban: yes *grins* I can explain the cultural references
Idril: good! *takes his arm* garden?
Yaban: garden. *takes her arm and gets on his toes to kiss her cheek*
Idril: *happy smile at him and kisses softly, walking to the garden*
Yaban: *brushes some fallen leaves off a bench and sits*
Idril: *sits with him and starts reading happily*
Yaban: *explains how the politicail system worked with the wraiths in charge*
Idril: hm. So they ruled that area?
Yaban: yep. Up until minutes before I ended up here, where they all died horribly
Idril: oh! How did they die?
Yaban: they exploded.
Idril: oh goodness. Hm. But this story is before that?
Yaban: mhm. We had to use surrealism in our stories to get by the censors
Idril: so it has some truth? Neat!
Yaban: yep! But... hm. I'll point it out when I see it. I've never read this book
Yaban: I think it was one of the ones where all the copies were burnt
Idril: ooooh! *grins and continues on*
Yaban: *talks about how this was actually a term for a princess that had no prospects, and this part refers to flooding*
Idril: there are so many things in this that were changed, it's amazing!
Yaban: *grins at her* see? Humans got culture too
Idril: *laughs and kisses him* so you do!
Yaban: *leans up close to kiss back*
Idril: *cups his cheek and deepens it, enjoying the story and the company*
Yaban: *hands on her hips, enjoying the moment*
Idril: *happy noise and keeps kissing*
Turgon: Apparently doing paperwork in my garden is out of the question today
Gelgannel: *standing behind Turgon, stonyfaced*
Idril: *surprised noise and pulls back from yaban* dad? Gel? o.o
Turgon: 'lo. I was going to try and experience fresh air. *amused, not annoyed that his daughter has a social life*
Yaban: o.o hello, your highness
Turgon: hello *nods politely*
Idril: I'm surprised you thought about fresh air!
Turgon: well, you give me such good advice and it's going to get cold again soon. *shudders*
Idril: *laughs and pats Turgon's shoulder* I'm proud of you, dad. *grins and kisses Yaban's cheek*
Turgon: *out of the corner of his mouth to Gel* breathe.
Turgon: I'll let you two have your fun and go to a coffee shop, maybe. *nods again to Yaban and gets Gel out of there*
Gelgannel: >: O
Idril: *nuzzles Yaban* alone again! *did notice Gel's face*
Yaban: uh, is he going to kill me?
Idril: dad? Of course not! He doesn't care
Yaban: Gelgannel
Idril: why would Gel kill you?
Yaban: he had a Look
Idril: *smiles and kisses him softly* don't worry. He wouldn't touch you
Yaban: hmph. You say that. *snuggles closer to her*
Idril: *wraps her arms around him with a smile* as if I'd let him hurt you!
Yaban: you are a lot tougher than me, yeah. I think it's racial
Idril: *laughs and kisses* maybe!
Yaban: *muscle pose, though*
Idril: *fans herself, grinning* so handsome and strong!
Yaban: Thank you, m'dear. Thank you
Idril: could I have a kiss, sir?
Yaban: *sweet kiss*
Idril: *smiles and kisses back* mmm, you give good kisses
Yaban: thank you, ma'am
Idril: *kisses again and hugs him close*
Aaand now I fear for my pitiful human life.