Recent content by Palmyra Creze

Palm raised her slender hands in defeat, "If you insist." She was merely giving him a false win to end the issue. A smile creeped to her lips regardless. He looked upset at her diagnosis. "It was..." she exhaled. "But I brought you back, Maskat brought you back, from a state where you should've...

[Palm.] She said nonchalantly to his own introduction. It was curt but not intended to be rude, for the surname Creze was too well known here. Risking dropping that; well it was risking an exposure of her whole identity. He'd find out who she was soon enough when the posters came out. Sketches...

[ You are in hiding too.] Palmyra didn't ask, rather stated, the woman was well aware of both of their situations regardless how vague the pair had been. Although her story, and questions were for that of another time. Palmyra picked a direction, despite her usual travelling she hadn't a clue...

"There is not a debt to repay?" Palmyra responded to him confused. It wasn't like she was an inn or tavern with a tab. She felt a tad bit of guilt for making him feel as if there was, as much as she tried to keep a poker face her face fell a tad crestfallen. She finished cutting up her fruit...

Palmyra had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling at his slip. Afterall the man did not laugh when she face planted into the soggy beach. Her the side of her face had made a small crater in the sand and she frowned at it. She knew the tide would wash away all hints of her but she didn't want...

Palm's cheeks grew in rising heat as he made his suggestive comment. She hadn't a clue how to respond to such remarks so as she felt her knees go weak she kept on cooking praying the heat of the stove would disguise her blushing. But deep down she knew it wouldn't, after all what kind of heat...

She watched as he recognized what she was speaking about. He looked uneasy about his situation, such was to be expected he really wasn't good at scaling the wall. Without her he'd likely fallen and caused quite the commotion and based on his body language that wasn't something he wanted or...

They were on the way home from 'visiting' Palmyra's parents. They being Palm and he loathsome cretin of a 'husband', and what he called a visit was really just Palm's parents apple-polishing her husband's lordship all whilst they collectively oppressed and browbeat her for their own nefarious...

She shook her head back and forth, in a disagreeing motion as he claimed to be a terrible man. "Not from the things I've seen." He was a good man, deep down. If he went the wrong ways he had the tendencies to be a bad man, but the tendrils that danced around his head; a visual display of his...

Palmyra nodded, "It is good -- that you were treated well. Also good you did not wish to be a slaver." Her voice was genuine as she spoke, as it often was. Palm didn't know how she'd react if the man she'd just done all this with had been the type of man who wished to inflict pain on others...

Palmyra was slid over his body effortlessly, he had mover her with ease despite his arm. At least he was moving... quite well. She couldn't help but blush as she found herself in the predicament of straddling her patient. Their bodies moved in harmony; as if they'd been doing it their whole...

She gave him a devilish smirk, he had her there. Without another word her lips were back on his as she fell into an abyss of lust. Palmyra couldn't stop, it was like she was addicted to him and so she kept going. Palmyra's reasonable decision making was gone, as his touch left feelings of...

She smiled at him in her usual sweet smile. "You better." she told him in a tone of joking seriousness. It was happening fast, all of this, but Palm was okay with it. She laid there still as he kept her warm and secure. Palm kept that big dopey smile on her face the whole time she was there...

He reached for her hand, to hold it again, and she gave it. Willingly, she gave it. Palm had made her choice too, as much as the healer felt it was wrong she was compelled. Her brain had been hijacked into doing the things it was doing but she didn't care. Orion asked her to stay and she nodded...

He told her his failures are what deserved him whatever she deemed to be tearing at his heart. She grimaced slightly. "No." she said, she rarely gave people soul readings. It messed with their head, often leading people to be unpleased with how dark they really are. But the fragments of wisps...