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• Open • [Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Charlie Warrick » Fri Dec 29, 2017 10:20 pm

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Charlie had switched to water as the night wound down. After dancing with Oliver, he had been pulled away with his duties, as the other nobles began to trickle out of the hall and into their carriages, or to the inns they were staying in in Bellesoir. He had to shake their hands, thank them for coming, take their final donations and play the gracious host. Charlie had watched him go with a fond smile, flitting in and out of conversations as people steadily left.

Caius and Darcy had already retreated for the night, or at least disappeared somewhere, and it made Charlie smile at how brazen the young couple were. Without a care in the world, not even betrothed, the two had made their feelings to one another known. Charlie admired their certainty and their love - of course it was love. Anyone looking at them could see that. Mostly, her heart warmed for Darcy. The girl deserved someone like Caius.

Charlie drained the last of her water, setting down the glass on the drinks table, where half-drunk and empty glasses were scattered across the tablecloth. A quick glance to the end of the hall saw Oliver farewelling a richly dressed pair. The room was almost, but not quite empty, and suddenly she realised - she had made no plans for the night.

It was presumptuous to stay the night. One dance and one evening of lovemaking did not a relationship make. With a sinking feeling, she realised the only proper thing to do would be to take her leave and head to an inn nearby. How she wanted to spend the night in Oliver's arms... Biting her lip, she waited for the other nobles to take their leave before she strode over to Oliver on aching feet, the result of a night in heels.

"My lord Venora," she murmured with a twinkle in her eye, curtseying slightly for appearances sake. She bit her lip as she looked at the handsome man. Seven, she wanted to kiss him - to claim him. But she could not do that. Not now. Not in front of everyone. It was too soon, and Oliver might be unsure.

"You should truly be proud of yourself, Oli," she murmured quietly enough that no one would hear the endearing nickname. "It's been a wonderful success, and you've worked so hard. It was a magical night." Not just for the soiree - but for that moment of being in Oliver's arms on the dance floor as Darcy played. Silence stretched between them for a moment, until Charlie spoke the words she truly did not want to.

"It's late," she said, regret in her voice. "I should take my leave. I'm sure you're exhausted." Her hand twitched. How she wanted to touch his cheek, to make him smile. "Thank you so much for having me here, Oli," she whispered.
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[Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Oliver Venora » Fri Jan 05, 2018 3:17 pm

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Oliver's hand grasped the man's firmly, the heir to the Kane fortune, Declan. Smiling, he thanked Declan for his attendance, and for his donations, before escorting the man and his wife to the large double doors, thrown open to allow a stiff breeze to pass through them. His breath smelled of whisky, though he'd stopped imbibing a break and a half before, and his movements were still a little slow and sluggish. As the exited, he sighed a brief wisp of relief, turning to survey the few remaining guests. Shark-black eyes studied each, the man's methodical mind categorizing whom each was, before landing on Charlotte's eyes, already watching him. A bright smile split his face, his eyes alight with delight.

Still, though, duty dictated his actions, and for another quarter break, he spent time saying his farewells, calling each lord or lady by name, and learning those of the smallfolk he did not know. He shook each hand, whether common or gentry, offering a genuine and sincere expression of gratitude. Words of platitude flowed freely, but when they were gone, Oliver's shoulders slumped. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it for the first time that evening. With a piece falling in front of his eyes, he turned to see Charlotte approaching. Smiling tiredly, he lowered his voice to match hers.

"Thank you, Charlie." He smiled, reaching out to touch her arm. Most of the evening's guests had retreated to their sleeping arrangements, and he was not worried about the rumours any longer. Instead, he just wanted to be close to her, to hold her after the exhausting evening had drained him. A smile played on his lips. "It wasn't just me. The staff of Notrereve did too much to thank." He found Jirelle's eye from afar, the older woman surveying the leftover food with disapproval. She saw him and nodded, which he returned.

"You know... I don't know if you've made other accommodations, but you're welcome to stay here." He paused for a moment, hesitation building in him, before he quelled it. "With me."

Eyes shining with hope watched her reaction, trying to suss out the response before she gave it. Behind Charlie, Jirelle and the kitchen staff began clearing the tables, and he smiled, the night coming to a close swimmingly. All he needed now was for Charlotte to agree to spend the rest of the evening with him, and everything would be perfect.

Perfect. The word brought a hot blush to his cheeks.
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[Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Charlie Warrick » Sat Jan 06, 2018 12:07 am

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A grin bloomed across Charlie's face as he reached out to touch her arm. Perhaps she wasn't the only one so affected. Perhaps she was wanted as much as she wanted him. Letting herself give into impulse, Charlie reached out and took his hand, entwining her fingers with his. His staff would see, and any others who lingered, but she was tired and had spent all evening playing the perfect noble. Now it was time for her to be herself.

"They did," she affirmed, looking in Jirelle's direction, offering the older woman a smile of gratitude. Perhaps she would get to know the housekeeper better - but she stopped herself before she let the fantasy fully form. "You'll have spare food til Cylus," she said lightly, turning back to look at Oliver with a gentle smile.

Her lips parted slightly in surprise, and she couldn't help the burst of confused words. "With you?" Charlie flushed as soon as she said it. "Not that... I would love to stay with you, Oliver, I really would. But I thought we were taking this slowly... that we weren't making this official. If I stay, everyone would know, and I don't think we can come back from that..."

Charlie paused, bit her lips, looked at the blush that spread across his cheeks. And then she told herself: honesty. She needed to say what she felt, and she needed Oliver to be on the same page. "Oli..." she murmured, squeezing his hand. "I want to stay. There is nothing I would rather do, tonight. But I need to know..." Charlie hesitated, before meeting his eyes with steel. "If I stay, I don't want this to fizzle out. If I stay... I need to know that it will be us. No one else. Because I want this, Oliver, more than I've wanted anything for a long time."

Charlie waited for his response with bated breath. Seven, but she could not handle it if he found someone else.
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[Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Oliver Venora » Wed Jan 10, 2018 3:17 am

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The smile that crept across his face belied his agreement, Oliver's head nodding slightly to indicate his inclination. He wrapped his fingers through all ten of hers, basking in the redness of her face. He knew that she had gone out on a limb, and he debated letting her hand there. But standing in front of her, gazing into her eyes, he found that he could cause her no discomfort, even in jest. He squeezed her hands tightly, shaking his head.

"I do not fear what they'll say, Charlotte. Please, stay with me," came the soft reply. Gently, he directed her towards the tables, where Jirelle worked quickly to clear the tables. Stopping beside her, the spiky-haired woman looked up, an eyebrow raised high. She said nothing, only stared, and Oliver pulled away from Charlotte. The moment he did so, though, he longed to wrap his fingers through hers again. The thought struck him profoundly, but he had some final business to which he must attend.

"Jirelle, thank you. Your delicacies have been highly lauded, perhaps more than my hostship." Oliver confided in her, which drew a tight smile to the woman's face.

"Are you surprised, my Lord? My food will always be far more exquisite than your charm." The dry response didn't throw Oliver off. In fact, he was expecting it, and he smiled impishly in response. Running a hand through his hair, Oliver chuckled.

"Next time, I won't spare your feelings, and I'll tell you that a miner from Endor said it was, 'Okay, I guess'." He grinned, using air quotes to emphasize the man's words. He reached out and squeezed Jirelle's shoulder amiably. "I don't suppose you'll let me help you clean up?" He asked teasingly, but she just grinned like a shark.

"Sure, boy. Grab a rag and some water, and clean the tables behind me." Jirelle's eyes were sharp, and Oliver chuckled. He should have guessed she would call his bluff. His cheeks reddened again, but he sagged his shoulders and nodded.

"Yes, Jirelle. Let me walk Lady Warrick upstairs, and I'll return to help." Oliver smiled and took Charlotte's hand again, leading her to the stairs. As they stepped up them, Oliver made sure to brace for her weight so that she glided up the marble stairs. There were many, but Charlotte found she wasn't out of breath. Leading her to his bed chambers, Oliver opened the door for her, following her in. He shut the door quietly behind him and spun her, kissing her once they were finally out of sight.

"I've been waiting all evening to do that. You look... So amazing, Charlie." He smiled, kissing her once again softly on the nose. Holding his arms out, he let her take survey of the room.

"Make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, ring for Bria and she will assist you. I'm going to help Jirelle." He smiled and kissed her forehead. As he opened the door, though, he paused, looking back at her with hesitation. His black eyes turned a pale pink, and he smiled.

"She reminds me of a time less wintry/
Summer breezes/
All my snow is melting from my trees"


He finished the poem, smiling.

"The first time I saw you tonight, that struck me, and I haven't forgotten a syllable since." He leaned in and kissed her, then slipped through the door and away.
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[Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Charlie Warrick » Wed Jan 17, 2018 1:21 am

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Charlie flushed, said nothing, simply squeezed Oliver's hands in return as he made sure they stayed joined together. What could she say? Nothing here, not in front of his staff, who had begun to occupy themselves with packing away the remnants of the food and the alcohol. Now was not the time for sentiment. "I'll stay," Charlie murmured quietly, happiness evident in her voice. "As long as you want me."

Charlie followed Oliver to one of his staff - a short, spiky haired woman, who looked over the hall with a keen eye. Jirelle, she thought her name was, and Oliver confirmed it. Even as she stood here, she kept a hold of Oliver's hand, flushing when she saw Jirelle's eyes flicker down to it. Still the woman seemed good-humoured if anything. "Tonight was wonderful, Jirelle," Charlie said earnestly, smiling at the chef. "Everything was delicious."

Charlie giggled at the banter between master and chef, her other hand coming up to her lips in amusement. "You should have seen that coming, Oliver," she agreed with Jirelle, laughing, before she realised her mistake. "I mean, my Lord." Her cheeks flushed red. Jirelle and Oliver seemed friendly, but still, what was she doing? Rumours spread just as easily amongst common folk as they did amongst nobles.

"Goodnight, Jirelle," Charlie called over her shoulder as she was led away by Oliver. Stupid, she cursed herself, for forgetting about decorum. She walked with Oliver up the stairs in silence, pondering over her mistake. Still, he didn't seem to notice. As they came into his room, Charlie gasped as he spun her, and finally, his lips descended onto hers for the first time that trial.

It was almost instantaneous, how her arms came up around him, letting her body press against his. She giggled at his words, and let herself fall forward, her forehead resting against his chin. "Mmm, me too," she murmured, enjoying his scent. "I wished to kiss you all evening." Charlie beamed up at him, but pouted a little as he pulled away.

"Don't take too long," she murmured, her hand coming up to his cheek, smiling softly at him before he turned to leave. And then - such words. Words of beauty, of romance, and Charlie gasped, flushing. He kissed her quickly, and then just like that, he was gone. She never even responded.

Charlie walked to the bed in a daze, sinking down on it, looking at her hands. No one had ever composed poetry for her; no one had ever looked at her the way he did. And these words, they just came to him? How could Charlie ever respond to that? She could not write poetry, she could not paint... all she had was the honesty of her devotion, and she wondered if it would be enough for Oliver.

In a daze, she began to get ready for bed. Undoing her dress, wiping off her make up, unpinning her hair, she hesitated at her undergarnments, before she pulled them off too. When Oliver returned, Charlie was sitting upright in bed, naked, the covers pulled up to her breasts as she played with her fingernails. At his entry, she looked up, smiled quickly, but it was tense. And she asked the thought she had been torturing herself with while he was gone.

"Oliver, am I ... is this enough for you? I cannot give you poetry or art. I can only give you... this." Charlie gestured half-heartedly at herself; her body, with the scar from his sister staining his flesh, and she waited for his answer, her teeth playing with her bottom lip as she waited.
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[Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Oliver Venora » Fri Jan 26, 2018 9:00 pm

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"She's cute, my lord," Jirelle teased, a few feet from the young lord, each with a cleaning rag in their hands. Oliver paused, slowly looking up from the spot of grease he was wiping from the surface, a look of embarrassment burning into his cheeks. Dark rings circled his eyes, the exhaustion of the trial and the sleeplessness of the former few trials finally catching up to him. He smiled, though, after a trill.

"Thank you, Jirelle." He mumbled it, sheepishly hiding his face back in the cleaning. He could sense Jirelle's smile, though, and he just scrubbed the table harder, not expecting the body on the other side of him to chime in.

"Oh, he's quite taken with her, don't let him be coy," quipped Gustauv, mirth evident in his voice. Oliver's glare did nothing to diminish his amusement, instead causing a burst of laughter to echo out from the manservant. Oliver straightened indignantly, mouth agape to retort, but Jirelle's laughter joined with Gustauv's, and he just closed his mouth in defeat. Of course, that made them laugh only harder, and Oliver just shook his head.

"Lucky I don't have both of you thrown into the dungeons," he muttered, but they didn't hear him. Instead, he just grasped the end of the table, dark eyes landing on Gustauv. There was no indigo in them this time, but instead a stormy gray. He indicated the table, and Gustauv sighed in, trying to steady his breath as he and Oliver hefted the table back out the large doors. Jirelle and the kitchen staff moved the leftover food, taking it for packing and storing. Outside the door, Gustauv removed a silver case from his jacket, pulling out a cigarette. He offered one to Oliver, who took it without a murmur of thanks.

"We only tease because we care, my lord. Thirty arcs of bachelorhood is a stretch, even for the Rose," he stated, drawing Oliver's gaze. Gustauv shrugged, offering no apology other than the silence. He struck a match and lit the cigarettes, Oliver inhaling his in silence.

"It isn't necessarily my fault, Gustauv. But I won't complain. Charlotte is... something else." He smiled, thinking of the woman in the bedroom just upstairs. He took another drag of the cigarette, the flavor of apple obvious to his palate. Gustauv knew what he liked, and always had.

"Yes, my lord, she is. And definitely too beautiful for you. So don't be stupid," came the sage advice of Oliver's closest friend, and the lord just laughed. Only Gustauv would be so blunt with him and not carry the teachings of the child nobility. Another drag, and Oliver caught Gustauv from the corner of his eye, the older man looking at him.

"What is it?" He asked, turning to face the manservant. Gustauv smoothed his beard, leaning against the estate.

"Tonight went well, Oliver. Very well. I would not be surprised if your efforts here reach the King's ear," Gustauv said, admiration in his voice. "You have a promising career ahead of you. I'm just reminiscing on when you were a child, and were a sarding nightmare."

Oliver laughed again, this time the look of respect reflecting back to the butler. He reached out and squeezed his shoulder, but his voice was level.

"Let's keep our feet on the ground, Gustauv. For now, I'm just happy to offer the donations to the charities. In fact, I believe Ser Jericho is to deliver them in the morning," he said, obviously trusting the fiery knight. Gustauv nodded.

"For now, though, I have a woman too beautiful for me waiting for me upstairs. I'm sure Jirelle and you can handle it from here, yes?" Oliver asked, and Gustauv just nodded and waved him in, a smirk plastering across his face. He stood outside, still smoking, as Oliver went in. The nobleman climbed the stairs quietly, his mind racing as he approached the room. Charlotte awaited him in there, and though he was gone less than a break, he knew that she might be asleep. He did not want to disturb her.

But the scene that greeted him was not what he'd expected. Sitting there, nude and covered only by his bedding, Charlie offered herself to him. Smiling, though, Oliver crossed to her side of the bed and sat, putting a hand on her bare shoulder. He leaned in, kissing the pale flesh.

"Perhaps it's more than I deserve. I don't need pretty words or prose, Charlotte. I don't need physical contact. I need one thing, and that is you. I want Charlotte Warrick, Sergeant Charlie Warrick, Charlie, all of them. I want you at your best, and your worst. Never feel like you owe me anything. What you are is enough." He kissed her, standing after that to begin his undressing.
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[Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Charlie Warrick » Wed Feb 14, 2018 11:02 pm

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Charlie could not help the relieved breath that made its way through her lips as Oliver immediately moved across the room in long, confident strides. He sunk onto the bed next to her, and where once she might have felt shame at her nudity, now she paid it no mind. Slowly but surely, Oliver and Charlie were bearing themselves to one another in every way - and it was not as terrifying as she had expected.

She watched with dark eyes as he placed a hand on her bare skin, leaning in and pressing his lips to her shoulder. That said enough. Her anxiety vanished in an instant; if he did not want her, he would not kiss her. Charlie knew this - he had told her that he had not kissed anyone in arcs. Only Charlie. Instinctively, Charlie felt herself melt against him, her hand coming up to rest on his knee beside her.

"You have all of me, Oliver," she murmured, her lips brushing gently against his cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered, smiling at him when he pulled back. Charlie stayed quiet as Oliver undressed, watching with appreciative eyes as he divested his clothing. Like her, he came to bed nude. Immediately, Charlie shifted, her arm coming to rest over his chest and her head resting against his shoulder. All tension bled from her body.

I could fall for this man, she thought sleepily, and in her tired state, she did not panic at the thought. Instead, the two exhausted nobles drifted into a much-needed sleep.
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[Venora] Baby, It's Cold Outside

Postby Muse » Mon Feb 19, 2018 12:15 pm

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Ah. Yeah. You two are ridiculously adorable, but I already knew that. The beginning uncertainty and shyness is really respectful and telling of Charlie's character, and Oliver's honoring of that is lovely. That hesitant awkwardness that reveals both of your feelings for each other makes the rest of the thread all the more lovely. But, well, I'm so biased!



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Charlie Warrick: Wants to be enough for you
Charlie Warrick: Cares about you
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