Aug 14 16:57:13 105 PA
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Fri Aug 14 16:57:13 105 PA.
The Kingsdale Plaza Park stretches out to the west approximately sixteen-hundred feet until it meets with a residential area. The ground is covered with sporadic grass and wild flowers. Deep craters from some long-ago weapons fire cover this area of the park making the ground uneven and in some places difficult to walk. Nonetheless, this area has seen extensive use by the people of Kingsdale. Bike trails criss-cross the area and one of the craters has been filled with water where duck and other water birds come. These waterfoul seem to have quite a good living too, with people almost always present to feed them.
Here and there are stands of conifer trees that people often sit beneath to read and otherwise forget the trials and tribulations of city life. The exception to this is during the night though, and nobody comes to the park after dark unless they are either foolhardy in the extreme or looking for trouble.
The wind blows through the area unhampered and on good days it carries with it the laughter of children feeding ducks and the sweet scent of pine and wild flowers.
Benches and places to sit are also scattered through the park area, and to the south is a Pavillion of five statues -- all previous dictators and people of note to Kingsdale's past.
Desmond did promise to return soon after he went out to do his morning exercises, but as one is given to, he's lost track of the time. After his brisk run through the park, he's settled into a not too hidden area of the park and has gotten lost in stepping through his katas. Having been at it for a good length of time, his brow is already lightly misted with sweat, even though the moves themselves are smooth and regular. His expression drawn into a firm mask of focus, he smoothly moves back and forth, step by step, executing a series of ordered blocks, strikes and kicks, mimed dodges and twists that replicate one side of a slow, but forceful combat. The sun rises slowly, only gradually progressing towards the inevitable afternoon.
Amid the lunchtime crowd, a figure pauses in the gateway, before moving towards him, her footsteps sure. She pauses only to remove her shoes, one by one, walking in stockinged feet towards the feline. As she nears, she leans against a tree, framing herself perfectly against its branches. She watches him in silence for a moment before she speaks, softly, "Mon chat. You claim to have missed me and yet... you forget about me."
Desmond's ears flick upward the moment Aimee begins to speak and the block that comes right after is a failtering shift. He pauses a moment, then slowly relaxes himself, turning his attention towards Aimee a moment after that. He frowns slightly and glances up towards the sky, gauging the sun briefly before he starts to move towards her. "Did I take too long?" an honest sort of question as he comes near to her. "I am sorry, My Flame. I must have lost track of time.. it has been a tiresome thing to be so still. To be able to train again.. I must have become absorbed into it."
She nods slowly, her fingertips tapping against her arm, her arms folded. She tilts her head, giving him a steady look from those green eyes. She doesn't smile but amusement lurks in their depths, unhidden by the lashes. "Of course, I am so very forgettable, perhaps I should go back to my kitchen..." One corner of her mouth tugs upwards, and an eyebrow arches. "To the stew that I made, and the bread that was waiting for my lover..."
Desmond arches his brows and gives a firm shake of his head. "Never could I forget you. And you have been so very missed. Surely I did show you how much so our first night." The seriousness lightened as he banters, mingling his words with the extent of his arms, reaching out to let one linger low, seeking her hip as the other lifts to gently pass his fingertips along the fringes of her curls. "Nor could I hope to escape thoughts of your cooking, what truly sustained me through my bed ridden time."
Aimee tilts her head back to give him an amused, teasing look, her awareness of his feelings for her obvious from the heat in her eyes. "I thought perhaps you needed a little reminder, but perhaps you don't want it." She tilts her head back, leaning it into the hand that brushes her hair, her eyes half closed, the lashes sweeping down.
Desmond appears to give such a thing all due thought, extending it well past his usual manner of pauses to consider, his head canted slightly, eyes drifting off to the side, as if seeking some answer on the air. When his eyes return to her he slips his hands around her a it more, drawing her in towards him slowly. "I think this is much more enjoyable than the alternative," he decides, looking for a nice, warm embrace. Of course, he has been steadily exerting himself for the last few hours.
She hesitates, pulling back a little, a teasing resistance. "Mon chat, I think before you come to me, you need to be dunked into the lake." She wrinkles her nose, her eyes traveling over his body, taking in the signs of the hours of exercise. "And your stew will go to waste, and the bread will go hard and I will perhaps go out dancing with Kid..." She lifts an eyebrow, tossing her hair so that it tumbles around her face.
"Or.." Desmond counters, "I will take you home and make myself clean for you. I will make you stew, then brownies, which I sought out the making of the day before." He lets his arms relax, again resting his hand on hip, the other toying with her hair lightly. "The for you I shall do the one thing that you most wish me to do for you.. anything you might choose. After that.. well, it will depend on just what you have chosen, I would think for what would come afterward. But I would guarantee that it will be enjoyable."
She laughs, tilting her head again, her eyes brimming with mischief and teasing. "There is stew made, and for me?" Her voice has lowered to a husky purr and she turns, walking slowly around the tree to peek from the other side, "What could I possibly want?" The laughter is openly in her voice now, and she tosses him a challenging, teasing look, safe behind the tree.
Desmond lets his hands slip off as she backs around the tree, one of his hands lifting to lay to the trunk as he steps up to it himself. He leans when she peeks around the other side, his expression relaxed and warm. "Then the brownies will come sooner." He shifts towards her around the side of the tree slowly, letting the tips of his claws draw lightly against the bark as he does so. "That is the question one must consider.. what does Aimee want? The choices are many."
Aimee laughs, teasing eyes on him before her gaze snags on the claws in the bark and her eyes widen, a familiar heat entering them. "Tell me the choices then, mon chat..." Her voice is softer, a husky purr, and the green eyes travel up from his claws to his face, one eyebrow lifting questioningly. "Perhaps brownies... or perhaps I might help you with bathing or..."
Desmond arches a brow slightly as he pauses. "Oh, if you wished to aid me in cleansing, that would be my delight," he rumbles. "And you will get the brownies regardless, for one must make amends when one does wrong." He leans close against the trunk to reach towards her, to lightly brush his fingers along her arm. "Perhaps you might like another massage after the brownies? Or something else?"
Aimee laughingly steps back, just out of reach, her shoes in her hand as her skirt swirls around her legs. Her eyes are filled with teasing and she nips at her lower lip, holding it for a moment before releasing it. "Perhaps,..." She tilts her head, watching him through her lashes, "But perhaps you are all exhausted from your hours of exercising..." She turns then, walking with a deliberate sway to her hips, hands clasped behind her, shoes dangling. She takes a few steps towards the gates before giving him a look over her shoulder, eyes inviting, teasing, challenging.
Desmond comes around the tree when she turns, following on Aimee's heels even as she starts to walk away, his claws roughly scraping the bark until his hand slips away naturally, little flecks falling to the ground in his wake. "When have you known me to lack energy, My Flame?" Simple, perhaps a little boast slid in to such a statement, though he has confidence in his endurance. Indeed, he seems frisky enough as both hands will come in low and pinching as he closes in behind.
She spins, turning to dodge the grasping, her eyes laughing along with her curved mouth. "Oh but that was before... perhaps you are getting old, or spent all your energy on other things..." There is a small edge to that tease, a flash of something in her eyes before the lashes hide it and the teasing is there again. "Perhaps, I think, me, that you might be too old and tired to catch me."
Desmond shakes his head slightly. "Not old at all, My Flame. And I never lack energy enough for you." The big male shifting to the side in a quick slide, his hand playfully attacking low again. "But if I do catch you, what does that garner me for achieving such a feat?"
Aimee tosses her head, giggling as she puts her hands out, the shoes falling to the floor as she fends him off. "Perhaps, whatever you want. Winner takes all after all." She turns then, dodging around the trees, her skirt flaring as she moves, not too fast or far.
Desmond delays his pursuit briefly before matching her retreat, slipping to the side smoothly one way, then the other as he muses aloud, "This day could grow quite complex with so many aspects to it. Things done for you.. for me and both." He plays in the now. Making faux advances. Circling one way, then the other. Making light attempts at her with pinching fingertips.
Aimee giggles, fending off each faux advance, her face lit up with the laughter that dances in her eyes. "Perhaps you are too old and tired for both... we could have a quiet tea and snooze, perhaps?" Her voice is breathless, laughter running through it. "I think you are making excuses..." She turns then, her stocking clad feet flying over the grass, her skirt flaring behind her.
With Aimee in full flight, Des moves in pursuit, only slowly closing the light distance between them. "We shall see.." Rumbled with a warm, fond tone as he extends it out just a bit more. Letting her feel his fingers snatch lightly at the fringes of her skirt before he puts just a bit more speed in and slips his arms about her waist. "Ah ha!" Careful about the close embrace about her middle as he lifts and spins once with her safely anchored to him, slowing after the first turn to let her lightly settle to the ground, still wrapped by his arms. "What say you now, My Aimee?"
Aimee giggles, clinging to his arm as she is spun, her hair flying over her face. As he lands her, she clings to his upper arms, her cheeks pink, her eyes alight with the laughter. She tries to speak but breathless from giggles, she can't clear the words and merely shakes her head, leaning her forehead against his chest until she can. "I say winner takes all..." She tilts her head back, the husky voice teasing still, despite the laughter in it
"Far be it from me to deny the will of a lady," Desmond replies, after proceeding to 'take all'. Aimee will be promptly scooped up, to drape comfortably across his arms, the big male gazing down at her with a fond warmth. "A fine prize indeed, though I shall have to wait for the unwrapping," he muses as he starts to move back towards where her shoes were dropped.
Aimee giggles, leaning her head against his shoulder, easily relaxed in his arms. "Home then, mon chat, ..." She murmurs, eyes dancing with mischief, the smudges more recently beneath them gone from a few days sleep and play. "Have you seen Kesslan?" She asks the question softly even as she turns her head to nip against his skin.
"Yes," Des replies to her. "He seems well enough, considering what he faces in his bid to aid his people." Coming to the spot where the shoes were left, he kneels down low to let her scoop them up before he starts out of the park with her in his arms. Freely speaking lightly on Kesslan and whatever other matters might come to mind for her along the way home, where stew and other amusements await them. And sleep for her. Yes, he will have to let her sleep more.
Location:Kingsdale - Plaza Park Tags:aimee, desmond
