Recent content by Wesley Argent

Still attempting to catch his breath took both her hand in his own large, calloused ones. She was the first person he thought of after the situation outside had calmed down and proved that no danger was afoot to show as well as delight in the wonder alongside him. "A...a...whew..A drAgon!"...

Back in the ballroom, Wesley scanned the crowds for the small, beautiful knight he had found himself utterly besotted with. An eager look in his eyes has he searched, on the otherside; exciting what he could only assume was a broom closet or such he spotted Abrielle. "Abri ! Abri !" He...

When the danger faded and the Priestess Azlat set the record straight about the dragon, Wesley relaxed almost instantly...not exactly the smartest move to let your guard down so quickly but then again - he wasn't the smartest man.. . As Koa, Azlat and Esme walked away. Wesley stood in spot...

Abrielles next move was something he would never have expected. Never before had Wesley experienced a women so interested in him, wanting to he with him - ladies of the night aside. When she pulled away he was breathless and even his sight was slightly dazed. He was lost in a moment that...

When the pair broke away from their kiss Wesley couldn't help but look around sheepishly. He was not used to such unabashed behavior but it was what he liked about her. When her flirting became more direct it began to feel as if his legs were turning into jelly. "Well..uh - maybe I could...

His constilations, her constilations....some place called ? What was it? Viel Air? Wesley had no clue, it all blurred and before he could stop himself, his had his hand behind her neck and kissed her. His mind ran away with him and all at once he felt his senses shoot through his body...

As the pair danced, Wesley felt like he was lost in a dream, enjoying every moment. When the music came to an end he remained right were he was, savoring the moment and never letting Abrielle go. The she called him a big dummy and for some reason his heart melted. It was not your typical...

When Abriella spun him around and grabbed his clothes Wesley was stunned, not at all expecting such a reaction. Gods she was strong for her size. His eyes were wide, he looked to Kizzen who simply shrugged his shoulders and led the women he was flirting with onto the dance floor. "I-I,"...

"No! No! Not at all...." Wesley was glad Abriella had decided to break the silance between them but he still had nothing to say. Though it was not out of a lack of wanting to know more but merely a fear of sounding foolish. Just relax Wesley, you might not know it but maidens love...

When Helena and Calaine spoke to Wesley he had to stiffel a small hiccup as he was not expecting much conversation or for the women to know who he was, then again arriving with a foreign monarch was not very subtle. "Wesley Argent my lady. That's correct, I arrived with Queen Esmerelda from...

Wesley had never expected much conversation with Abrielle, originally he had thought she was just after a place to sit away from the crowds. Now though, he doubted that assumption. "Wesley, my name is Wesley Argent." As their shoulders grazed he re-adjusted his position to one more...

So far, Wesley had been unable to spot the beauty he had met not to long ago at the Festival of Lights in Astenvale so for the time being he would relax in hopes that if she were here, she would make herself known. Finding a drink he wondered over to some windows to admire the view below...

Wesley ran a hand through his shaggy, auburn hair still not certain where to look. "Well I am glad you have enjoyed yourself my lady," Gods she was chatty...not that he minded but for a man whos name she did not even know the lady was very willing to give out information. "I was sent here...

As Wesley and Ulva took to the dancefloor a smile over took his face as she spun. There were no formal steps and as the music over took them Wesley found himself lost in the moment as the beauty danced alongside him. "You are doing wonderfully my Lady." A the song drew to an end, Wesley...

Wesley had not know the level of pain to expect when he recived his markings and it took every bit of self control not to even flinch in pain during the process. Whilst he was grateful and most definitely honoured, the warrior was glad for it to be over. As soon as the music began once more...