I mentioned other new friends in another entry.. I think I shall make a section of my journal for the men who have caught my eye here. As Des calls them..those with "The Do Me Factor".. or TDMF. This land seems to have many very attractive men. But I believe that looks aside, there are those who's personality simply appeals to the soul of another. This is what makes close friends of aquaintances. But between men and women, this goes, not to a deeper level, but a different level.
I have met several men and women here that appeal to my personality. This means that they bring something to my life that others do not, for some reason. But then you have the men that appeal to a woman as a man. There have been a couple so far that I wonder if they will eventually become the one that will seal my soul to theirs, not only my heart. It is an intriguing question and one well worth study.
I have always been one who prefers writing things out. The time it takes to do so focuses the mind, calms the thoughts and often times brings up more questions that need answers. Or perhaps it's simply my way of distancing myself from something to look at it objectively. I know I enjoy flirting, and flirting can, at times, cloud things. Emotions slip from a tight grasp and can lead to disaster if one is not careful. And there is always the fact that some take flirting more seriously than is intended. Whether that be me, or I feel a man is doing so, I believe I will dedicate this section of my journal to writing those thoughts out so I can see them for more than just the surface. And being able to go back later and re-read the entries will give me insights I might have forgotten in light of other happenings. Hopefully, it will keep me from getting carried away, as well as help me keep others from doing the same. With luck and the blessings of the gods, it will help me keep anyone from being hurt and angry. Because that always leads to unpleasantness.
A Study of Men
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Jono
I have examined my feelings for Brig, Tass and Art in other places. And looked with wide open eyes at their seeming affection for me. Perhaps they will come up again in this one at some point as things progress. But having given thought to those three, I shall concentrate on someone different at the beginning of this section.
I met someone last eve in the Arena. Des and I had been joking about her saying if someone didn't pair up and duel, she would begin pairing us to her liking. I quipped back with a query as to if we could put in an order regarding who we were paired with. And mentioned my preferences would be for someone tall, dark and gorgeous. Just as Des was mentioning she was thinking to pair me with Cory, simply as a fellow duelist and to fill her rings, another man walked in. Talk about taking care what you wished for! This man fit the order to the hilt! But he had a rather brooding, almost off putting demeanor. I'm not sure if this was common for him, but Des began querying if he'd had a bad day or if she had in some way offended him. He denied both. Yet he still did not respond to Des' charm. Something I rarely see. I mean, Des can charm and put at ease even a statue. But, she coaxed him into a duel with me in the end. That core of steel runs deep in our Queen of the Rings.
The man and I spoke a little before the call to the ring. I mentioned that I would duel with him, and that perhaps he would not attempt to pinch my bum as others had. And I warned him in advance that I was a hopeless flirt and that I would attempt to behave myself, but apologized in advance should I fail in that endeavor. That brought a quirk of lips that might have been the beginnings of a smile.
We entered the ring, and I simply could not help myself. For one with such a dour initial impression, he more than fit the order I'd placed with Des. Tall, dark with mind stealing dark eyes and dark hair that begged to have my fingers in it. And lips that wanted kissing even before he smiled. And then .. a sudden storm over calm waters would not have staggered me more! He smiled...
The duel progressed with him beginning in the lead. And the flirting grew more pronounced with each round. He began to relax and seemed to enjoy the banter as much as the battle. His smile was like a star to guide in the darkest, cloud covered night. His flirting held a very sensual edge to it. He held his own as the flirting became more intense and truly seemed to be savoring it. A man who enjoys the prelude and savors the consideration of possible things to come. A man who focuses on the pleasures that could be. Not only his own pleasures, but those he could give and share as well. Those eyes of his, like a whirlpool tugging, began to shine with pleasure simply from the imaginings spurred by flirtatious words.
The duel climaxed with me winning the duel as well as his company for the rest of the evening. I almost expected him to be finished, despite how delightful he found the duel and flirting. Those who flirt just for the sake of flirting, no matter how outrageous that gets, generally go their own way when it is done. But with Jono .. that's his name .. Jonothon .. it seemed he was of a like mind and perhaps a connection had been made. I chided myself that I was imagining it. That he was simply enjoying the flirting with a somewhat attractive woman who enjoys her effect on a man, even when the effect is meant to be only harmless fun. After all, most men seem to enjoy being flirted with and shown they are found attractive. Being able to let that be that in the end is a talent and a gift to both who enjoyed it, should there be a lack of true interest. It is a talent I try to keep sharp. Nothing becomes more of a drudge and unwanted more than a flirt who does not know when to cease or tries to hang on too hard from misguided notions of love.
After the duel, he followed me to my table, where I was preparing to leave for a walk along the pier to enjoy the evening air after my exercise. He did seem as drawn to my company as I was to his, so I invited him to join me for my walk. And for the swim I usually take after dueling to relax and cool down. The sea can be a marvelous thing for both. I couldn't resist teasing a bit more when I told him that I don't think I own a swimming costume. In truth I do possess a couple of things that would be suitable. But at night to swim from the pier, I usually don't bother, to be truthful. There are usually few about so late, the ships are normally anchored too far away to have more than a glimpse with a spyglass and I am normally submerged enough for that not to matter. And there is the pier itself to guard against both eyes and spyglass when disrobing and dressing after my swim.
But he didn't so much as blink an eye. And proceeded to enlighten me that he did not have anything suitable with him either. I decided that I had not, perhaps, mistaken his interest. I offered that he leave his blade, a fine rapier, in my room above and we would return for it after the swim along with a nightcap. Jono seemed pleased to accept both offers. We left the Arena to do just that.
We did indeed go for that walk, and an enjoyable one it was. And the swim as well. Laughing, playing, teasing. But Jono remained a gentleman. Nudity has never been an issue with me, aside from maintaining some modesty. Growing up on a ship full of men, with one like to burst in on one when sails are sighted across the sea, does not leave one with such a dismay or embarrassment at being caught unclothed. One learns to take it as a matter of course, just as the men learn it is not an invitation for liberties. Both my Captain and myself saw to that with words when words would manage, with fists or blade when they wouldn't. I doubt he felt any more discomfort at being sky clad .. or water clad as the case was, any more than I did. But the flirting did continue. And the banter continued on the walk back to the Inn as well as during the nightcap we enjoyed. Warm brandy and warmed towels for wet hair, a few sultry looks and teasing kisses took care of any chill left by the sea. His departure was one of laughter and teasing promises for another duel.
So, is he one who's interest is true? I don't think, at the moment, it is simply for want of a tussle in the sheets. Had it been, surely he would have pressed such last eve. But is it more? We'll see. My interest? Well, again we shall see. Though he is rather intriguing and a challenge. One I am very tempted to see the outcome of. And those eyes... sinful is not a strong enough word to describe their effect.
I met someone last eve in the Arena. Des and I had been joking about her saying if someone didn't pair up and duel, she would begin pairing us to her liking. I quipped back with a query as to if we could put in an order regarding who we were paired with. And mentioned my preferences would be for someone tall, dark and gorgeous. Just as Des was mentioning she was thinking to pair me with Cory, simply as a fellow duelist and to fill her rings, another man walked in. Talk about taking care what you wished for! This man fit the order to the hilt! But he had a rather brooding, almost off putting demeanor. I'm not sure if this was common for him, but Des began querying if he'd had a bad day or if she had in some way offended him. He denied both. Yet he still did not respond to Des' charm. Something I rarely see. I mean, Des can charm and put at ease even a statue. But, she coaxed him into a duel with me in the end. That core of steel runs deep in our Queen of the Rings.
The man and I spoke a little before the call to the ring. I mentioned that I would duel with him, and that perhaps he would not attempt to pinch my bum as others had. And I warned him in advance that I was a hopeless flirt and that I would attempt to behave myself, but apologized in advance should I fail in that endeavor. That brought a quirk of lips that might have been the beginnings of a smile.
We entered the ring, and I simply could not help myself. For one with such a dour initial impression, he more than fit the order I'd placed with Des. Tall, dark with mind stealing dark eyes and dark hair that begged to have my fingers in it. And lips that wanted kissing even before he smiled. And then .. a sudden storm over calm waters would not have staggered me more! He smiled...
The duel progressed with him beginning in the lead. And the flirting grew more pronounced with each round. He began to relax and seemed to enjoy the banter as much as the battle. His smile was like a star to guide in the darkest, cloud covered night. His flirting held a very sensual edge to it. He held his own as the flirting became more intense and truly seemed to be savoring it. A man who enjoys the prelude and savors the consideration of possible things to come. A man who focuses on the pleasures that could be. Not only his own pleasures, but those he could give and share as well. Those eyes of his, like a whirlpool tugging, began to shine with pleasure simply from the imaginings spurred by flirtatious words.
The duel climaxed with me winning the duel as well as his company for the rest of the evening. I almost expected him to be finished, despite how delightful he found the duel and flirting. Those who flirt just for the sake of flirting, no matter how outrageous that gets, generally go their own way when it is done. But with Jono .. that's his name .. Jonothon .. it seemed he was of a like mind and perhaps a connection had been made. I chided myself that I was imagining it. That he was simply enjoying the flirting with a somewhat attractive woman who enjoys her effect on a man, even when the effect is meant to be only harmless fun. After all, most men seem to enjoy being flirted with and shown they are found attractive. Being able to let that be that in the end is a talent and a gift to both who enjoyed it, should there be a lack of true interest. It is a talent I try to keep sharp. Nothing becomes more of a drudge and unwanted more than a flirt who does not know when to cease or tries to hang on too hard from misguided notions of love.
After the duel, he followed me to my table, where I was preparing to leave for a walk along the pier to enjoy the evening air after my exercise. He did seem as drawn to my company as I was to his, so I invited him to join me for my walk. And for the swim I usually take after dueling to relax and cool down. The sea can be a marvelous thing for both. I couldn't resist teasing a bit more when I told him that I don't think I own a swimming costume. In truth I do possess a couple of things that would be suitable. But at night to swim from the pier, I usually don't bother, to be truthful. There are usually few about so late, the ships are normally anchored too far away to have more than a glimpse with a spyglass and I am normally submerged enough for that not to matter. And there is the pier itself to guard against both eyes and spyglass when disrobing and dressing after my swim.
But he didn't so much as blink an eye. And proceeded to enlighten me that he did not have anything suitable with him either. I decided that I had not, perhaps, mistaken his interest. I offered that he leave his blade, a fine rapier, in my room above and we would return for it after the swim along with a nightcap. Jono seemed pleased to accept both offers. We left the Arena to do just that.
We did indeed go for that walk, and an enjoyable one it was. And the swim as well. Laughing, playing, teasing. But Jono remained a gentleman. Nudity has never been an issue with me, aside from maintaining some modesty. Growing up on a ship full of men, with one like to burst in on one when sails are sighted across the sea, does not leave one with such a dismay or embarrassment at being caught unclothed. One learns to take it as a matter of course, just as the men learn it is not an invitation for liberties. Both my Captain and myself saw to that with words when words would manage, with fists or blade when they wouldn't. I doubt he felt any more discomfort at being sky clad .. or water clad as the case was, any more than I did. But the flirting did continue. And the banter continued on the walk back to the Inn as well as during the nightcap we enjoyed. Warm brandy and warmed towels for wet hair, a few sultry looks and teasing kisses took care of any chill left by the sea. His departure was one of laughter and teasing promises for another duel.
So, is he one who's interest is true? I don't think, at the moment, it is simply for want of a tussle in the sheets. Had it been, surely he would have pressed such last eve. But is it more? We'll see. My interest? Well, again we shall see. Though he is rather intriguing and a challenge. One I am very tempted to see the outcome of. And those eyes... sinful is not a strong enough word to describe their effect.
Cherelyen
What a night! I started out with a little free time and decided to head to the Arena and maybe find a duel or two. Exciting enough, right? A good way to spend an evening. Enjoying the company of my friends, exercising a little, getting some practice in with my sword. I never would have dreamed the night that I had. If anyone else had told me such a wild tale, I'd have laughed in their face!
Oh, I made it to the Arena alright .. but that's where things got .. confusing .. frightening .. almost nightmarish.
When I got there, Topaz was dueling, Rena was too and Art was there as well. I got to my usual table, near theirs and Hubie brought me an ale. I was looking things over, seeing who was there and what was going on. I saw this man. A rather compelling one. For some reason, I could not seem to keep my eyes off him. Even while talking with Rena about my new house. I thought that maybe it was just that he was truly breathtaking. He had a manner about him - self assured, in control. It was rather appealing. The next thing I knew, he was standing right in front of me. He moved like water flowing! Then things really got weird!
This man proceeds to ask if he can join me. When I gave acceptance, he took a chair next to mine and moved it to where you could not have fit a breath between us. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy men. I like talking to them, being near them, flirting with them, perhaps taking a walk or enjoying a little light snuggling and a few kisses. I don't play games with them, I don't see how many knots I can tie them into. I don't dangle for a marriage proposal and I don't get carried away or become that intimate. That always leads to someone's feelings hurt, someone wanting to do damage to the other in some way and way too much jealousy for me to want to deal with. Aye, I am still a maiden, though I doubt many would credit it. A flirt, aye, but never a light skirt. I've seen men with hands like an octopi, but never had one ever been so bold and senseless as to display their art with me! So, this man, he introduces himself after I did, naming himself Che. All but sitting on my lap, I wondered why he bothered with a chair of his own! Of course, I scooted a little away. After all, I didn't know this man! Had barely made his acquaintance and had found out his name! What does he do? He scoops me out of my chair and onto his lap! And holds me there! The frigid waters of a mountain stream could not have shocked me more! I started squirming and tugging at his arm. By the seas that man was strong! Finally, he let me go, but all but pulled my chair into his lap!
Topaz was laughing and saying it would do me little good to fight it. Rena was making some comments about what if I didn't want to be a life mate. Talk about confusing! All this went on for some little time, comments about that now that I had met him, he could protect me! Protect me? As though my own magic, skill with a blade and fighting skills were nothing!
Well, about that time, this vampire comes from the shadows. I thought I imagined it at first, after all, Hubie did bring me that bottle of brandy. And I wasn't slow about tipping it. The vampire was threatening Topaz in some way. Everyone was geared to tear it apart. I wasn't about to just sit by and watch this creature attack my friend .. not to mention Lucien would have skinned and flayed any that allowed Topaz to be harmed! Come to think about it, there was some mention of Che being like Lucien somehow .. Topaz seemed to understand what was going on perfectly, but I was a lost ship in uncharted seas!
So, the altercation came down to several having the undead surrounded. Tension was thick enough to cut. The vampire let loose a gust of air. This I could handle, even half of a bottle deep in brandy! I softened the gust to something that would keep everyone from losing their feet. Something like that could be fatal in combat. Just after I blunted the spell, Che suddenly appears beside me and says we're leaving! That I wasn't safe there. I informed him that I wasn't going anywhere, that he was free to take his leave if he liked! The man pushed me! Towards the stairs to the Inn. Then he just picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of meal and carries me upstairs! Like I weighed nothing, as though he had a right to decide where I would be and if I could help defend a friend! Well, let me tell you, he didn't get off lightly. He may have carried me upstairs, but I'd bet he's bruised up his front side and down his backside! And I'd wager his ears are still ringing and burning! Playing the lass does occasionally have it's benefits .. like kicking, beating his back with a fist and screaming curses normally only heard on a ships deck outside of civil company!
Somehow he found my room .. and managed to get the door open. I'm still not real clear on how that happened. I remember telling him to leave me alone and get out of my room before I fell asleep .. apparently that brandy had finally caught up with me.
Now, I'm awake and my head feels like several gnomes have taken up residence inside and my hands are bruised. And my stomach really is in full mutiny. Thankfully my room is empty save me, but somehow I've got to drag myself downstairs and manage to tend bar and smell food and all.
And it's all that man's fault! Well..and mine too .. I guess that will teach me to show so much interest in a stranger. Even if he is heart stopping handsome and does seem able to take care of himself and everyone around him .. and even if there is something that draws me like a moth to a flame. The moth can get burned badly ..
Oh, I made it to the Arena alright .. but that's where things got .. confusing .. frightening .. almost nightmarish.
When I got there, Topaz was dueling, Rena was too and Art was there as well. I got to my usual table, near theirs and Hubie brought me an ale. I was looking things over, seeing who was there and what was going on. I saw this man. A rather compelling one. For some reason, I could not seem to keep my eyes off him. Even while talking with Rena about my new house. I thought that maybe it was just that he was truly breathtaking. He had a manner about him - self assured, in control. It was rather appealing. The next thing I knew, he was standing right in front of me. He moved like water flowing! Then things really got weird!
This man proceeds to ask if he can join me. When I gave acceptance, he took a chair next to mine and moved it to where you could not have fit a breath between us. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy men. I like talking to them, being near them, flirting with them, perhaps taking a walk or enjoying a little light snuggling and a few kisses. I don't play games with them, I don't see how many knots I can tie them into. I don't dangle for a marriage proposal and I don't get carried away or become that intimate. That always leads to someone's feelings hurt, someone wanting to do damage to the other in some way and way too much jealousy for me to want to deal with. Aye, I am still a maiden, though I doubt many would credit it. A flirt, aye, but never a light skirt. I've seen men with hands like an octopi, but never had one ever been so bold and senseless as to display their art with me! So, this man, he introduces himself after I did, naming himself Che. All but sitting on my lap, I wondered why he bothered with a chair of his own! Of course, I scooted a little away. After all, I didn't know this man! Had barely made his acquaintance and had found out his name! What does he do? He scoops me out of my chair and onto his lap! And holds me there! The frigid waters of a mountain stream could not have shocked me more! I started squirming and tugging at his arm. By the seas that man was strong! Finally, he let me go, but all but pulled my chair into his lap!
Topaz was laughing and saying it would do me little good to fight it. Rena was making some comments about what if I didn't want to be a life mate. Talk about confusing! All this went on for some little time, comments about that now that I had met him, he could protect me! Protect me? As though my own magic, skill with a blade and fighting skills were nothing!
Well, about that time, this vampire comes from the shadows. I thought I imagined it at first, after all, Hubie did bring me that bottle of brandy. And I wasn't slow about tipping it. The vampire was threatening Topaz in some way. Everyone was geared to tear it apart. I wasn't about to just sit by and watch this creature attack my friend .. not to mention Lucien would have skinned and flayed any that allowed Topaz to be harmed! Come to think about it, there was some mention of Che being like Lucien somehow .. Topaz seemed to understand what was going on perfectly, but I was a lost ship in uncharted seas!
So, the altercation came down to several having the undead surrounded. Tension was thick enough to cut. The vampire let loose a gust of air. This I could handle, even half of a bottle deep in brandy! I softened the gust to something that would keep everyone from losing their feet. Something like that could be fatal in combat. Just after I blunted the spell, Che suddenly appears beside me and says we're leaving! That I wasn't safe there. I informed him that I wasn't going anywhere, that he was free to take his leave if he liked! The man pushed me! Towards the stairs to the Inn. Then he just picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of meal and carries me upstairs! Like I weighed nothing, as though he had a right to decide where I would be and if I could help defend a friend! Well, let me tell you, he didn't get off lightly. He may have carried me upstairs, but I'd bet he's bruised up his front side and down his backside! And I'd wager his ears are still ringing and burning! Playing the lass does occasionally have it's benefits .. like kicking, beating his back with a fist and screaming curses normally only heard on a ships deck outside of civil company!
Somehow he found my room .. and managed to get the door open. I'm still not real clear on how that happened. I remember telling him to leave me alone and get out of my room before I fell asleep .. apparently that brandy had finally caught up with me.
Now, I'm awake and my head feels like several gnomes have taken up residence inside and my hands are bruised. And my stomach really is in full mutiny. Thankfully my room is empty save me, but somehow I've got to drag myself downstairs and manage to tend bar and smell food and all.
And it's all that man's fault! Well..and mine too .. I guess that will teach me to show so much interest in a stranger. Even if he is heart stopping handsome and does seem able to take care of himself and everyone around him .. and even if there is something that draws me like a moth to a flame. The moth can get burned badly ..
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