Open Chronicles Hear ye Hear ye All Bleeding Hearts (A Valentines Thread)

[Thraah]

Watching from the bed, shirt on and leg haphazardly sticking out over the side Thraah sat in her afterglow, enjoying the lingering sense memory of the sex and the uplifting mood it put her in, put them both in.

"Oh yeah, I can't wait to tell my C.O about this."
Her grin cut her head in half across her face. She'd be fired on the spot then assassinated for *fraternizing with enemies of the state*. Pfft, hang em.

As Vyx left she did not wave goodbye or try to stop her though she couldn't imagine where Vyx might be going. The sound of boots hit the stairs and she followed them in her mind through the tavern and to the door which lay just off centre of the room they had used.

In a rush of impulse Thraah roused herself and padded bare feet along to the window and threw it open to the street, her eyes clocked Vyx'aria immediately.

"HEY!"

Her voice called down into the quarter, probably audible from a few streets away. Half leaning out her feet left the ground in her enthusiasm.

"NEXT TIME YOU'RE PAYING!"

Vyx'aria

 

[Irman Harefoot]

The animated armor’s glove felt electrifying on Irman’s shoulder. He wanted to lean into the touch, painfully aware of how heated his body was feeling. With a bit of his regular disposition winning through, Irman pulled away from the glove in a nervous jerk. A moment of clarity in this stupor of infatuation.

But Irman did not know how long this moment would last. He had to find the merchant Culus Nin. The shop he ran was the grandest collection of curios and magical items in all of Alliria. If anyone could help with whatever was happening, it was Culus.

Irman opened his mouth to speak, but as he did the obsession returned with incontestable strength. In a flash of superhuman speed, Irman leapt up to grasp the phantom’s shoulders and plant a kiss straight through to the back of its helmet. The sensation was otherworldly. A flood of emotions with the cold texture of armor and the electrifying sense of the entity within the item.

The kiss lasted only two seconds with Irman then standing motionless and in a stupor for four more seconds after that. He then grabbed Zxandor’s hand (whose name he somehow now knew) and yanked the phantom forward to head towards Culus Nin’s curiosity shop.

A brief explanation was given of where Irman was taking Zxandor, as the former dragged the latter past even more couples with amorous affliction.

“Also, that was my First.” Irman said, with affection and terror in his voice.