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"...!" Her cheeks flush deeply. Evidently. She could feel her heart pounding and if he listened, he'd hear it too. "Master, I... I feel much the same," Her fingers interlock with his, lovingly pressing her fingertips against. his knuckles. Her gaze softens, the shine in her silver orbs shimmering with hope as she looks him over some with appreciation. "It was bubbling inside me for quite a while, but..." Then, she looked back up, getting closer as he pulled her in. "I'm glad to know that my... feelings were reciprocated."

They were so close now, their bodies touching and their inches away. She wanted to go for it, but would that be too soon? Too fast? Eclair would only want to go at the pace he would.

Eclair places a hand on the entryway of the island. Concern flickers in her eyes as she looks at everything. the broken pieces of the land was... daunting, to say the least. A bit sad, too. Was it abandoned? It couldn't be, if the people she met said he lived here. Clutching her book, she passes through, entering while steeling herself to remain cautious about her surroundings.

There had been evidance of some kind of fighting. Everything from structures, to supplies, to even remains of what appeared to be bodies were ransacked. The carnage had signs of magic of some kind. After walking through the island, Eclair would find signs of some life. A small trail of foot prints leading to what seemed to be some cave.

Before she could venture closer, a voice rang out behind her. "What do we have here? I thought I had cleared out this place, but it seems someone has been able to hide from me."

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"Ah, thank goodness..." She sighs softly in relief and smiles a little at the thought. Eclair knew she was going to have to spruce up her nicest outfit for the occasion. She began to describe the stalker to the best of her memory. Their hair, their eye color, anything that would help him.

Loran comes out of an alley as he wipes away the blood off of his face. "Another job done and more money for my pockets" He said happily as he goes into the building he lives in. He sees a woman who he's never seen before move into the apartment next to his.

"oh you must be new, I'm Loran Ill be your neighbor. If you need anything don't be afraid to ask". He said as he offered his hand to shake hers.

Eclair whips around to meet him. "O-Oh!" She was feeling a bit jittery lately, and moving was something she hoped would help solve her problem. "R-right, yes. Nice to meet you too." Clearing her throat, she shook his hand. "Thank you, that means a lot to me..."

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"I-I... what?" Her cheeks flush immensely as he suggests this. It was something so intimate and personal to her, and it really threw her off. Shakily, she places a hand on her heated cheek. "G-Gosh, um... will there be any time after the deed is done so we can..." She stammers, pausing a bit as she forms the rest of the sentence. "Do some things together before you bed me? M-Maybe some dinner?"

Loran comes out of an alley as he wipes away the blood off of his face. "Another job done and more money for my pockets" He said happily as he goes into the building he lives in. He sees a woman who he's never seen before move into the apartment next to his.

"oh you must be new, I'm Loran Ill be your neighbor. If you need anything don't be afraid to ask". He said as he offered his hand to shake hers.

Eclair whips around to meet him. "O-Oh!" She was feeling a bit jittery lately, and moving was something she hoped would help solve her problem. "R-right, yes. Nice to meet you too." Clearing her throat, she shook his hand. "Thank you, that means a lot to me..."

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"O-oh!" Eclair felt herself being pulled in by him and she blushes. She could feel her heart rate get faster all the more. Was he trying to kill her by being so kind? Maybe... maybe the feelings were mutual, in a way. Eclair didn't know, but felt it was not the right time or place to ask. Her lips shake as she stammers. "I-I don't know what to say, I... I'm speechless...!"

Count Kapral hadn't been down to the valley in...God's *knew* when, but Reginald's letter seemed urgent. Upon it's arrival, he had bathed and ridden out immediately. Dresses modestly for travel, but not so informal as to be mistaken for anyone else despite the lack of carriage. Sometimes, the Count preferred to travel alone. And given his prowess, few brooked issues with it.

Whatever was going on in these far reaches of the land would not make it to the Courts ears for some time, he was sure, and if it did, in fact, require a Lordly touch, (and a clever mans know-how), then Kapral was more than certain to have it all taken care of well in advance if it ever making it to paper.

Not to say Reginald wasn't a perfectly capable man. He had managed his affairs and his land with decorum, as far back as Kapral had known him. Which was a considerable amount of time.

But his missive was...troubling, to say the least.

Something had definitely gone down. A plague without a cure yet as over took some people, and the measures took to distance everyone from the infected was getting to be not enough. Then, the infestation of termites happened, holes everywhere in houses and the wooden gates The industry would have to keep evolving the essentials needed to kill off the bugs as they were seemingly not affected by the previous sprays and other solutions that were used for their demise.

One house, though, was unaffected for some reason. It was the one that housed the sheep livestock, with the gates keeping them in being spotless as well. whoever owned it was unknown to everyone but Reginald. Speaking of him, as he saw his friend come over, the short, spectacles wearing man smiled and greeted them. "Ah, Lord Kapral! so good to see you, I'm very happy you could come all the way here."

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Eclair could not begin to describe how wonderful of a time she was having with him. Not could she describe how happy he made her feel every time they were together. Though it had been 7 years since her first experience with such intense emotions, Eclair couldn't deny what she has felt was blooming again. She feels herself get closer with him as both set up the picnic, the sunshine making her hair look like a river of gold. Feeling his hand grasp hers, she felt her heart race. Her attention turns fully to him, her gaze attentive and listening. Eclair saw his hesitation and a flicker of concern is seen in their gaze.

"Goodness, are you alright? By all means, I'm listening."

Eclair places a hand on the entryway of the island. Concern flickers in her eyes as she looks at everything. the broken pieces of the land was... daunting, to say the least. A bit sad, too. Was it abandoned? It couldn't be, if the people she met said he lived here. Clutching her book, she passes through, entering while steeling herself to remain cautious about her surroundings.

There had been evidance of some kind of fighting. Everything from structures, to supplies, to even remains of what appeared to be bodies were ransacked. The carnage had signs of magic of some kind. After walking through the island, Eclair would find signs of some life. A small trail of foot prints leading to what seemed to be some cave.

Before she could venture closer, a voice rang out behind her. "What do we have here? I thought I had cleared out this place, but it seems someone has been able to hide from me."

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"I-I... You..." She felt heat rush up to her cheeks and she felt them, her Silver eyes bashfully closing for a moment. "Y-you honor me, Count Kapral..."

It would be a few minutes to the boy's home, and when she and Kapral said their goodbyes, it was time to go to where The count stayed.

Count Kapral hadn't been down to the valley in...God's *knew* when, but Reginald's letter seemed urgent. Upon it's arrival, he had bathed and ridden out immediately. Dresses modestly for travel, but not so informal as to be mistaken for anyone else despite the lack of carriage. Sometimes, the Count preferred to travel alone. And given his prowess, few brooked issues with it.

Whatever was going on in these far reaches of the land would not make it to the Courts ears for some time, he was sure, and if it did, in fact, require a Lordly touch, (and a clever mans know-how), then Kapral was more than certain to have it all taken care of well in advance if it ever making it to paper.

Not to say Reginald wasn't a perfectly capable man. He had managed his affairs and his land with decorum, as far back as Kapral had known him. Which was a considerable amount of time.

But his missive was...troubling, to say the least.

Something had definitely gone down. A plague without a cure yet as over took some people, and the measures took to distance everyone from the infected was getting to be not enough. Then, the infestation of termites happened, holes everywhere in houses and the wooden gates The industry would have to keep evolving the essentials needed to kill off the bugs as they were seemingly not affected by the previous sprays and other solutions that were used for their demise.

One house, though, was unaffected for some reason. It was the one that housed the sheep livestock, with the gates keeping them in being spotless as well. whoever owned it was unknown to everyone but Reginald. Speaking of him, as he saw his friend come over, the short, spectacles wearing man smiled and greeted them. "Ah, Lord Kapral! so good to see you, I'm very happy you could come all the way here."

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"Well..." She looks down, her thumbs caressing the back of her wallet. Eclair was deeply thinking of what to do instead of giving money as payment. Finally, she decides to let him think of a way to do it. "What sort of payment would... you suggest, then?"

Loran comes out of an alley as he wipes away the blood off of his face. "Another job done and more money for my pockets" He said happily as he goes into the building he lives in. He sees a woman who he's never seen before move into the apartment next to his.

"oh you must be new, I'm Loran Ill be your neighbor. If you need anything don't be afraid to ask". He said as he offered his hand to shake hers.

Eclair whips around to meet him. "O-Oh!" She was feeling a bit jittery lately, and moving was something she hoped would help solve her problem. "R-right, yes. Nice to meet you too." Clearing her throat, she shook his hand. "Thank you, that means a lot to me..."

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Happy Halloween everynyan :3

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In this house, we respect, well, everyone.

I believe the golden rule has long been ignored. Seriously, just treat others the way you want to be treated. All these marginalized groups that everyone is treating like some sort bogeyman? All they want is respect, dignity, and the right to be who they are without having to be afraid. They just want to have the same basic human rights as everyone else without being accused of every disgusting thing under the sun. And I wish more people understood that.

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"E-eh??" Her cheeks flush, a lovely contrast to the wonderful shall he had gifted her. "W-What???"

Staying at someone's house... Wouldn't that be even MORE suspicious? Eclair didn't rightly know, no situation like this happened to anyone here that she remembered.

"I-I suppose that... wouldn't hurt..."

Eclair swallowed hard and walked with him to the boy's home, feeling her heart race for later on.

Count Kapral hadn't been down to the valley in...God's *knew* when, but Reginald's letter seemed urgent. Upon it's arrival, he had bathed and ridden out immediately. Dresses modestly for travel, but not so informal as to be mistaken for anyone else despite the lack of carriage. Sometimes, the Count preferred to travel alone. And given his prowess, few brooked issues with it.

Whatever was going on in these far reaches of the land would not make it to the Courts ears for some time, he was sure, and if it did, in fact, require a Lordly touch, (and a clever mans know-how), then Kapral was more than certain to have it all taken care of well in advance if it ever making it to paper.

Not to say Reginald wasn't a perfectly capable man. He had managed his affairs and his land with decorum, as far back as Kapral had known him. Which was a considerable amount of time.

But his missive was...troubling, to say the least.

Something had definitely gone down. A plague without a cure yet as over took some people, and the measures took to distance everyone from the infected was getting to be not enough. Then, the infestation of termites happened, holes everywhere in houses and the wooden gates The industry would have to keep evolving the essentials needed to kill off the bugs as they were seemingly not affected by the previous sprays and other solutions that were used for their demise.

One house, though, was unaffected for some reason. It was the one that housed the sheep livestock, with the gates keeping them in being spotless as well. whoever owned it was unknown to everyone but Reginald. Speaking of him, as he saw his friend come over, the short, spectacles wearing man smiled and greeted them. "Ah, Lord Kapral! so good to see you, I'm very happy you could come all the way here."

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"Yes, Green tea would be lovely." She looks around the living room and sat down. Eclair looked hesitant to bring this to light to someone, a little fearful he might laugh at this. "It's going to sound a little crazy, but... I feel like I'm being watched. And followed." She admits, rubbing her arm, her hand shaking lightly. "I can't describe it, but it creeps me out." With those silver eyes, she looks to him, pleadingly. "I was wondering if... you knew any way to remedy that?"

Loran comes out of an alley as he wipes away the blood off of his face. "Another job done and more money for my pockets" He said happily as he goes into the building he lives in. He sees a woman who he's never seen before move into the apartment next to his.

"oh you must be new, I'm Loran Ill be your neighbor. If you need anything don't be afraid to ask". He said as he offered his hand to shake hers.

Eclair whips around to meet him. "O-Oh!" She was feeling a bit jittery lately, and moving was something she hoped would help solve her problem. "R-right, yes. Nice to meet you too." Clearing her throat, she shook his hand. "Thank you, that means a lot to me..."

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Eclair visibly jolts, terror floods in her eyes. "N-No! not what I meant at all!" Swiftly, she tries to reiterate, trying to repair any damage she may have caused.

"Kapral, you are a Count. You're far more up the pecking order than me. I may provide wool for the seamstresses and shoe maker, But that barely gives me enough money to get by. But you, you hold power and influence over others." She grips his coat jacket gently, concern in her eyes as she whispers so the boy did not hear her. "I'm trying to say that if I am seen with you as you guide me home from the Manor, I may be perceived as a, um, a prostitute..." And given this place was sometimes run by the head of the church, those that are sycophants of the head would tattle on her.

Count Kapral hadn't been down to the valley in...God's *knew* when, but Reginald's letter seemed urgent. Upon it's arrival, he had bathed and ridden out immediately. Dresses modestly for travel, but not so informal as to be mistaken for anyone else despite the lack of carriage. Sometimes, the Count preferred to travel alone. And given his prowess, few brooked issues with it.

Whatever was going on in these far reaches of the land would not make it to the Courts ears for some time, he was sure, and if it did, in fact, require a Lordly touch, (and a clever mans know-how), then Kapral was more than certain to have it all taken care of well in advance if it ever making it to paper.

Not to say Reginald wasn't a perfectly capable man. He had managed his affairs and his land with decorum, as far back as Kapral had known him. Which was a considerable amount of time.

But his missive was...troubling, to say the least.

Something had definitely gone down. A plague without a cure yet as over took some people, and the measures took to distance everyone from the infected was getting to be not enough. Then, the infestation of termites happened, holes everywhere in houses and the wooden gates The industry would have to keep evolving the essentials needed to kill off the bugs as they were seemingly not affected by the previous sprays and other solutions that were used for their demise.

One house, though, was unaffected for some reason. It was the one that housed the sheep livestock, with the gates keeping them in being spotless as well. whoever owned it was unknown to everyone but Reginald. Speaking of him, as he saw his friend come over, the short, spectacles wearing man smiled and greeted them. "Ah, Lord Kapral! so good to see you, I'm very happy you could come all the way here."

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"O-Oh?? For dinner...?" Eclair repeats. She turns to him, surprised he would offer such a luxury with someone like her. "O-Oh?? For dinner...? Gosh, I... How kind of you to suggest that, Um..."

She weighs the implications and looks at him, concerned as she opens the door so that both. "As wonderful as that offer would be, I'm not sure if I should take it. If people see me come out of the manor, they might get the wrong idea and think..." Eclair pauses, unsure how to word this. "You're courting me."

Count Kapral hadn't been down to the valley in...God's *knew* when, but Reginald's letter seemed urgent. Upon it's arrival, he had bathed and ridden out immediately. Dresses modestly for travel, but not so informal as to be mistaken for anyone else despite the lack of carriage. Sometimes, the Count preferred to travel alone. And given his prowess, few brooked issues with it.

Whatever was going on in these far reaches of the land would not make it to the Courts ears for some time, he was sure, and if it did, in fact, require a Lordly touch, (and a clever mans know-how), then Kapral was more than certain to have it all taken care of well in advance if it ever making it to paper.

Not to say Reginald wasn't a perfectly capable man. He had managed his affairs and his land with decorum, as far back as Kapral had known him. Which was a considerable amount of time.

But his missive was...troubling, to say the least.

Something had definitely gone down. A plague without a cure yet as over took some people, and the measures took to distance everyone from the infected was getting to be not enough. Then, the infestation of termites happened, holes everywhere in houses and the wooden gates The industry would have to keep evolving the essentials needed to kill off the bugs as they were seemingly not affected by the previous sprays and other solutions that were used for their demise.

One house, though, was unaffected for some reason. It was the one that housed the sheep livestock, with the gates keeping them in being spotless as well. whoever owned it was unknown to everyone but Reginald. Speaking of him, as he saw his friend come over, the short, spectacles wearing man smiled and greeted them. "Ah, Lord Kapral! so good to see you, I'm very happy you could come all the way here."