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paradisalogs2014-02-14 08:15 pm
peacockherald) wrote in paradisalogs2014-02-14 08:15 pm
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The Bonds of Love Bind Through the Ages
Who: Vanyel & Tylendel
What: It's Valentine's day, and Vanyel has a plan...
When: Valentine's Day
Where: The Fantasy Hotel Suite
Rating: PG-13
Vanyel shifted in the bed he shared with his bonded, the act of waking up with him nothing new, and yet it still struck him as an intensely wonderful and beautiful event every morning. It was a constant reminder that his beloved was still with him, that he was not a dream he had dreamt who would disappear in the blink of an eye, in the span of a night's sleep. Even now, months later, Vanyel still found himself sometimes having to remind himself that this was no dream, it was real, and he would cherish every word, touch, and moment they shared.
It was only after this realizations had run their course that a second one occurred.
Their room was changed. Very changed. White and soft, part wall and part stone, softly light and bright and airy, touches of red from flowers, and he thought he saw something like... champagne? He blinked, not seeing or feeling any threat, but usually such a change came with some sort of little twist or bit of mischief.
But it was something he would need to figure out with his beloved.
Gently, he shook him, caressing the golden curls tucked against his chest. "'Lendel, wake up."
[ ooc: I thought the room could look a little something like these two mixed together? If you don't like it, we can always move to what would be Tylendel's room. ]
What: It's Valentine's day, and Vanyel has a plan...
When: Valentine's Day
Where: The Fantasy Hotel Suite
Rating: PG-13
Vanyel shifted in the bed he shared with his bonded, the act of waking up with him nothing new, and yet it still struck him as an intensely wonderful and beautiful event every morning. It was a constant reminder that his beloved was still with him, that he was not a dream he had dreamt who would disappear in the blink of an eye, in the span of a night's sleep. Even now, months later, Vanyel still found himself sometimes having to remind himself that this was no dream, it was real, and he would cherish every word, touch, and moment they shared.
It was only after this realizations had run their course that a second one occurred.
Their room was changed. Very changed. White and soft, part wall and part stone, softly light and bright and airy, touches of red from flowers, and he thought he saw something like... champagne? He blinked, not seeing or feeling any threat, but usually such a change came with some sort of little twist or bit of mischief.
But it was something he would need to figure out with his beloved.
Gently, he shook him, caressing the golden curls tucked against his chest. "'Lendel, wake up."
[ ooc: I thought the room could look a little something like these two mixed together? If you don't like it, we can always move to what would be Tylendel's room. ]
