Private Tales A Name From The Past

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
A soft chuckle there.

"What's the point in living if you surround yourself with coldness, discomfort, ugliness... simply because it is utilitarian?" They lived long lives. They could enjoy things and find beauty in things while others had to toil and suffer until they were old aged and incapable of enjoying it any longer.

Why not take advantage of that?

"I have never understood the point of spartan living." Which was funny considering she had found him living like a beast.

It seemed there was a hedonist inside of him.
 
"Presumably you were sleeping on the streets when I found you..." oh no, she hadn't missed that irony.

It was interesting that he would be the one to want for luxury and opulence. Something she had lived with for the vast majority of her long life - perhaps it had simply been long enough that he had not it was now novel again to him. Lore idly combed her fingers through his beard to tidy up what amounted to bed-beard.

"But you make a compelling argument," he didn't, actually, but if the man wanted to be spoiled then spoiled he would be, "I'm sure dwarves are up to the task of making something sturdy and pretty." That was sort of their hallmark, anyway. Dwarven architecture and weaponry had always presented a pleasing aesthetic to her without being gaudy or ostentatious.

"Will you also want a pretty crown?" her cheeks pressed up into her eyes over a grin.
 
"Streets, alleyways, barns, the bed of a jilted wife of a rich Lord..."

That last one sounded way too specific to not be a reference to something that had happened in the not-so-distant past.

"But, my darling, that is exactly my point. If I am to pick myself off of the streets and play-act as a Lord... then I ought to live like a lord." And it made a certain amount of sense once Fane followed it up. "If I must take the responsibilities, if I must fight the wars... then I may as well enjoy the perks too, no?"

He smiled when she agreed with him.

"Mm, thank you. I am looking forward to seeing what the dwarves will forge for us... and to test out its durability." A bit wicked in the end there, which only made his smirk deepen when the talk turned towards crowns.

"Oh, the prettiest of crowns. If I am to be the pretty thing on your elbow, then I ought to sparkle, should I not?"

A hilarious visual considering what a mountain he was next to her.
 
"Of course," she lifted her hand to pinch at his cheek, "you will be the prettiest Princess King Consort of the realm."

He would sparkle and gleam and glitter to the point he'd blind the Court. No one would recognize him for the brute he'd been, ransacking taverns throughout Alliria out of simple boredom.

"Any other requests?"
 
A laugh sounded from within the pile of blankets and pillows.

Always good to learn what little things could set off a significant other and then put them to use at opportune moments simply just because. Marriage could tend to be grating after a few years so it was never a bad thing to keep each other on their toes.

"Is that so?" she tilted, "What about the other cheeks?"
 
He snatched her wrists and lightly pinned them above her head.

"Other cheeks... my oh my, Lady Darke." Fane murmured as he gazed down at her. His hair making for curtain to hide them both in.

"Would you breach the sanctity of the throne room with such displays, truly?"

Drawled lazily as he leaned in and rubbed his nose against hers.

"Try and see what happens."
 
He chuckled there and instead of responding he kissed her deeply. Deciding that if he had trapped her so underneath him, he might as well take advantage by stealing a kiss from her. Fane wondered how long he could keep it up before she'd remember her duties once more.

That was why she had tried to extract herself from him in the first place.