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* Loria glowers at her much diminished closet space and shuts the door to the closet firmly. "We need a new house, Kevil, my heart." <Kevil> ::stands up from shoving a box under the bed, dusting his knees:: I know. When would you like to start looking for one? <Loria> ::shaking her finger at him:: Sometime before I set fire to your wardrobe might be good. <Kevil> ::laughs:: A sentiment with which I can agree! ::he catches her finger-shaking hand and kisses it:: This week? Today? This very moment? <Loria> ::shrugging:: On the other hand, then you could start all over again... ::eyes him:: I will say I found your Alani clothing to be very... appealing in a romantic, steal you away into the desert sort of way... ::winks at him:: <Kevil> ::laughs and scoops her up into his arms:: I do not need special clothing to steal you away... <Loria> ::giggling, she mock-struggles against him:: Oh, put me down, you... <Kevil> ::leers:: As you wish... ::he whirls her around and drops her gently on the bed:: ...but do not expect me to *release* you. ::he chuckles menacingly, and kisses her:: <Loria> ::kisses him back, breathlessly:: You forward, vile... ravisher, you... ::flutters her eyelashes in distress:: <Kevil> ::grins:: And that is not the worst... The worst is that now I have stolen you away, I shall... ::he leans down to put his lips next to her ear, barely whispering:: ... I shall fill your closets with my clothing! ::he tosses his head back and laughs with an absurd level of theatrical evil:: <Loria> ::giggles:: Oh, you are truly horrid... ::sitting up:: No, really... I suppose we should think about it... Um... ::peers at him:: I suppose it would help to know what sort of... budget we've got? <Loria> ::looking around at the bedroom:: I mean, I bought this place with my ::blushing:: with my dowry, as I wasn't expecting to ever wed. <Kevil> ::sits next to her on the bed with a chuckle:: Budget? ::considers for a moment:: We definitely can *not* afford to kick the mayor out of his residence, and the noble estates are probably out of reach. But beyond that... ::shrugs:: I do not know what houses here cost. <Loria> ::blushing harder:: This cost me almost all my dowry... nearly four hundred in gold. <Kevil> ::looks around, considering, then nods:: Very well. We can easily afford several times that amount - though it must also be considered that a new home will require- ::he breaks off, eyeing her:: Why are you making that face? <Loria> ::looking at the floor and nearly whispering:: Because I forgot that I'd spent it. I don't have a dowry, for you, anymore. <Kevil> ::blinks, surprised, then cups her face in his hands, looking into her eyes seriously:: I do not want a dowry, Loria. Your love is a more precious gift to me than any coin. <Loria> ::biting her lip:: Father... made Mistress Zoya pay one, for Gloss... <Kevil> ::mouth tightens, then he smiles slightly:: If you wish, n'shava, you may tell your father that you have ceded me this house, since it was bought with the dowry fund in any case. And we may use the proceeds from this sale to purchase our new home, yes? ::he sighs and kisses Loria's forehead:: It is... my opinion that the way in which we manage our money is none of your father's concern. <Loria> ::nodding:: I... I'm being silly... it doesn't matter what he thinks, does it? <Kevil> Certainly it does not matter to *me*. I have spoken already with the only members of your family whose thoughts hold water. The rest of them... ::he waves a hand dismissively:: <Loria> ::looking at his forehead:: I guess... She did say it was all right, so... ::smiles a bit grimly:: I just... he never once... ::sighs:: No, it doesn't matter... <Kevil> ::looks at her with mild concern:: Raindrop, n'shava, it matters if it bothers you so... <Loria> I just... ::exhales sharply, blowing bits of her hair out of her face:: When I was growing up it was always Bess that he cared about... someday, it might have been nice, if he'd just noticed me... a little bit. <Kevil> ::nods and pulls her into a hug:: I have always felt that it is a poor parent who allows a preference to be known... ::he kisses her hair:: I might be grateful. Had you felt less estranged, you might never have come here. <Loria> Well ::melting into his arms:: There is that... although Vallel sent me your portrait once... ::giggling a little and coloring slightly:: Did I tell you that? I used to look at it at night and wonder what I'd say to you, if we ever met. <Kevil> ::chuckles:: I saw it with the sketches you kept with you... What meetings did you imagine? <Loria> ::blushing, but still smiling:: I used to think maybe Vallie would have shown you my picture... and that you'd have rushed to Khymrych to be with me. <Kevil> ::grins and hugs her a little tighter:: And I would be so overcome by your wit and charm that I would steal you away into the night? <Loria> Something like that... ::runs a hand through her hair:: because really, I was only under an evil enchantment, that you would break and we'd be able to run away together. ::she laughs:: Funny how things worked out almost like that... ::she stretches her legs out:: Mostly. <Kevil> Funny? ::he runs his hand over what once was her crippled hip:: I think it is delightful. <Loria> ::a little soberly:: Would it have mattered to you? If She hadn't fixed it? <Kevil> ::immediately:: Not at all. Loria, n'shava, I love your wit, and your music; your courage, and your strength; your voice, and your laugh... An injured leg...? ::he shrugs:: Had little place in my thoughts. <Loria> ::smiles:: I'm going to dance at our wedding... and won't Thomas be so angry he could spit? ::she laughs:: <Kevil> ::blinks:: Thomas? <Loria> ::a flash of a painful memory crosses her face:: A boy from home.... Father wanted me to wed... I had to dissuade him from courting me quite so... forcefully. <Loria> ::explaining:: He swore at me, said I'd be destined to be alone, since no one else would have me, useless as I was... ::she looks away:: <Kevil> ::face darkens in sudden anger, and he pulls her close with shaking hands, sputtering an Alani curse:: <Loria> ::wrapping her arms around him:: He didn't hurt me... not much, really. His sense of self-preservation was greater than his passion, when I finally got my blade out. ::reaching over to the side of the bed where she still keeps her walking stick:: See? ::twisting the handle, she pulls out several inches of steel blade:: Vallel made it for me. <Kevil> ::smiles faintly as he takes the walking stick and examines the hidden blade:: Clever of him... ::he hands the walking stick back with a faintly troubled expression:: Loria... it is truly necessary that you go back to this place? That you expose yourself to this... ::he gestures, unable to find a word that is fitting without being vulgar, and failing:: I do not know if I will be able to maintain a dignified and polite exterior. <Loria> Kevil-lin... ::slides the blade back into her stick:: I *want* to go back... I need to speak with Saint Greyson and... well, I *want* to rub it in people's faces... I want to walk down the streets with you at my side... I want them to see what I've become and know that I have Her favor... and to be ashamed of themselves for all they did and said. ::frowns a bit:: Petty of me, isn't it? <Kevil> Ah... ::he smiles slightly:: Perhaps a little - but after so much suffering, I think *some* return can be indulged... ::he kisses her hair again:: It shall be as you wish, then, n'shava. We will go back and show them what a terrible mistake it was to have slighted you... ::he grins, teasingly:: I will need new clothes. <Loria> ::thoughtfully:: Yes... as will I... <Kevil> ::blinks, and grins wider:: <Loria> ::grinning up at him:: Although I'm sorely tempted to wear my armor... <Kevil> ::wrinkles his nose at her:: No subtlety... <Loria> ::snuggles against him:: You don't like it? I thought it looked quite fetching, although I admit to feeling almost indecent. I've never worn trousers before... and they're so *tight*. <Kevil> ::chuckles as he cuddles her:: I like the trousers... The armor itself... ::he shrugs:: I appreciate that it will help to keep you safe. But I have never much cared for the way armor of any sort *looks*. <Loria> So, tell me about subtle... what shall we wear to make everyone keenly regret slighting me? ::smiling:: <Kevil> Hmm... ::he considers, pulling back a little to look at her:: We will see a tailor for precise colors and cut, but... Something to underscore your eyes, I think; something pale, but with dark accents... matching jewels... Silver woven in your hair, but something modest. I in black, or burgundy - a velvet cloth upon which to display your beauty. <Loria> ::touches his cheek lightly, running her fingers along the line of his beard:: I always thought you look best in black. <Kevil> ::closes his eyes with pleasure, looking so absurdly like a cat he might start purring:: Black it shall be, then... <Loria> ::clasps his hand tightly in hers:: I shall need a larger stick... <Kevil> ::opens his eyes:: A larger stick? For what? <Loria> ::smiling at him:: Why, to beat away all the other women in Khymrych... <Kevil> ::laughs softly:: No stick will be required, for I will notice the other women as little as insects - for after all, how could they possibly compare to you? <Loria> ::blushes rosily:: You... flatterer... ::smiling:: Oh, I think I will enjoy this... <Kevil> ::smiles and kisses her cheek:: Good. ::after a pause:: When did you wish to go? <Loria> ::fingering her amulet:: Soon... Perhaps after we find a house? <Kevil> ::nods:: In that case, we should visit the tailor this very afternoon. ::he grins:: <Loria> ::grinning:: You and your passion for clothing... it's almost as impressive as your passion for song... <Kevil> ::chuckles:: Almost... ::he gently nuzzles her neck:: But not nearly so great as my passion for you. <Loria> ::hugs him tightly:: Liar... <Kevil> ::laughs:: Shall I dress in sack cloth to prove my devotion? <Loria> ::presses a hand to her heart:: The gods forfend... ::takes his hand:: Come on, let's go see your tailor... <Kevil> ::laughs and stands:: And then, perhaps, a factor for selling and buying houses. <Loria> ::squeezing his hand:: All right... |
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