Post by Elowynne on Jul 6, 2009 8:18:15 GMT -5
Even in midsummer, the air of Dalaran held more than a passing chill. None of this bothered Dir Shiningsky, wrapped in silk sheets and a quilt, his long, unbound hair trailing like a gold waterfall over the bedside. Though the Midsummer Festival continued elsewhere, the floating city was quiet enough and he slept peacefully.
For a while.
The sound of a key in the lock roused him almost gently, bringing him back to semi-awareness. Katanya Flamestriker loudly banging open his door before falling over the threshold shot him wide awake. Her mutterings from the floor by the door were slurred and incoherent. Dir had to smile but he remained still, waiting to see what the drunken warlock thought she was doing in his bedroom. His smile only grew more amused as she picked herself up off the floor, shushing herself with a “Shhhhh!” so loud, it would have woke the dead. Katanya wove her way across the floor, singing a bawdy, yet slurred, tavern song as she went. Upon reaching the bed, she once again went “Shhhh!” to herself as she took out a vase sitting upon the nightstand. The shattering glass barely impinged on her drunken consciousness and she just blinked in bleary confusion.
Dir did his best to hold back a laugh, not wanting to tip his hand and possibly spook the girl. He had given her the key but was rather surprised to see her using it. Kat wore her maidenly virtue like a shield, fending off all who would dare wish to enjoy the treasures underneath. But still… there was fire there. A bright burning whose merest spark could set a man alight. He could not have guessed the incredible patience he was having to exercise, forcing himself to keep to a steady pace. This had to be Kat’s idea. Dir would have no maidenly accusations come the morning after he finally bedded her.
Sadly, considering her current state, this was not to be that evening. Dir sighed and resigned himself to merely enjoying the show as Katanya began to strip out of her clothes, swaying and chattering to herself the whole time. Kat struggled out of her robe, nearly falling over in the process, before pulling herself free of it in the most ungraceful display possible. Oh Sunwell, the girl was trying to kill him and his resolve. She was left only in a tiny set of silk dainties, their ivory hue much the same shade of her perfect skin. Katanya glowed in the moonlight and very little was left to Dir’s imagination. While Dir was occupied with squeezing his eyes shut to find some sort of inner strength, Kat grabbed the covers on the bed and with a drunken giggle, pulled hard.
He tried, he honestly did. Dir lunged for the blankets as soon as he felt them slip but was too late. He was left sprawled and completely nude before Kat’s wide-eyed gaze. Her shocked stare was marred by a small hiccup. Dir merely met her gaze and shrugged, waiting to see what she would do. Kat continued to stare, clapping a hand over her mouth before starting to giggle. She didn’t stop giggling to say “Ought to dress like that more often.” Dir grinned, crooking a finger towards her. Kat, her blush evident even in the darkened room, climbed on the bed… and passed out.
Dir sighed at the limp woman beside him. Well, so much for that. With an extraordinary gentleness, Dir recovered the blankets and tucked them around Katanya. He lay back down beside her, staring at the ceiling. Vengeance… yes, he needed that. Nothing too harsh, mind you. His reverie was broken by the drunken snoring rising from the bed beside him.
Maybe omelets for breakfast.
For a while.
The sound of a key in the lock roused him almost gently, bringing him back to semi-awareness. Katanya Flamestriker loudly banging open his door before falling over the threshold shot him wide awake. Her mutterings from the floor by the door were slurred and incoherent. Dir had to smile but he remained still, waiting to see what the drunken warlock thought she was doing in his bedroom. His smile only grew more amused as she picked herself up off the floor, shushing herself with a “Shhhhh!” so loud, it would have woke the dead. Katanya wove her way across the floor, singing a bawdy, yet slurred, tavern song as she went. Upon reaching the bed, she once again went “Shhhh!” to herself as she took out a vase sitting upon the nightstand. The shattering glass barely impinged on her drunken consciousness and she just blinked in bleary confusion.
Dir did his best to hold back a laugh, not wanting to tip his hand and possibly spook the girl. He had given her the key but was rather surprised to see her using it. Kat wore her maidenly virtue like a shield, fending off all who would dare wish to enjoy the treasures underneath. But still… there was fire there. A bright burning whose merest spark could set a man alight. He could not have guessed the incredible patience he was having to exercise, forcing himself to keep to a steady pace. This had to be Kat’s idea. Dir would have no maidenly accusations come the morning after he finally bedded her.
Sadly, considering her current state, this was not to be that evening. Dir sighed and resigned himself to merely enjoying the show as Katanya began to strip out of her clothes, swaying and chattering to herself the whole time. Kat struggled out of her robe, nearly falling over in the process, before pulling herself free of it in the most ungraceful display possible. Oh Sunwell, the girl was trying to kill him and his resolve. She was left only in a tiny set of silk dainties, their ivory hue much the same shade of her perfect skin. Katanya glowed in the moonlight and very little was left to Dir’s imagination. While Dir was occupied with squeezing his eyes shut to find some sort of inner strength, Kat grabbed the covers on the bed and with a drunken giggle, pulled hard.
He tried, he honestly did. Dir lunged for the blankets as soon as he felt them slip but was too late. He was left sprawled and completely nude before Kat’s wide-eyed gaze. Her shocked stare was marred by a small hiccup. Dir merely met her gaze and shrugged, waiting to see what she would do. Kat continued to stare, clapping a hand over her mouth before starting to giggle. She didn’t stop giggling to say “Ought to dress like that more often.” Dir grinned, crooking a finger towards her. Kat, her blush evident even in the darkened room, climbed on the bed… and passed out.
Dir sighed at the limp woman beside him. Well, so much for that. With an extraordinary gentleness, Dir recovered the blankets and tucked them around Katanya. He lay back down beside her, staring at the ceiling. Vengeance… yes, he needed that. Nothing too harsh, mind you. His reverie was broken by the drunken snoring rising from the bed beside him.
Maybe omelets for breakfast.