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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | After arriving in Paisley, they marched off to Paisland. Sorsha and her men knew the territory well and made camp quickly, waiting for the Western Guard to arrive. Afterwards they would wait for a day at least to make sure they would march together to Thysan with Ordenstaat’s armies as a combined effort.
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| − | She knew where Rathan’s camp was as well and had tried her best to keep her distance since what had occurred on the ship, but she could not help herself from watching. Her senses kept telling her to look and when she did there he was.
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| − | It took a while for her to make a decision and when she did, she walked to Rathan’s camp and presented herself to his tent. His man informed him of her presence and she was let in.
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| − | She walked in and he looked up at her. They were alone, again. He stood as usual, mysterious and dark and seemed to draw her in like always.
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| − | Before she lost the will to do it, she closed the distance between them and slid her hands along his neck. He flinched thinking she may be up to something but before he could say anything she kissed him.
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| − | The kiss was chaste at first, but it grew fervently. She closed her eyes, losing herself to him, making sure she remembered every touch, the taste and sensation of him. She slid her fingers into his hair and moaned lightly as she knew she had to let go, resisting the temptation to let it continue but the physical attraction was so alluring, and so hard to fight it felt impossible, but she finally managed to pull away with a whimper.
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| − | When she did she looked into his eyes for a long moment and gave him one last kiss. “I’m sorry,” she whispered into his mouth and her hand lingered down to his.
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| − | She slipped a letter into them and her fingers brushed him lightly. She didn’t wait to hear what he would say, she couldn’t. She turned and left, leaving him again. Having stolen her last kiss from him
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| − | '''Roleplay from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | Rathan leaned back in his chair, staring at the entrance to his tent, half bewildered. He grinned, and wished Mathias had been around to witness that, the cheeky bastard. He sat there for a moment, soaking in what had happened, and then read the letter Sorsha had handed him. He frowned as he read it, and then set it down on the desk. He needed to clear his thoughts...
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