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24.May.18, 05:34 PM
Jalazmar shrugged at Azrin’s offer to make them something different. Despite some of the theories he had with Gabrin, he did trust his brother and felt he had more experience with drinks in general but definitely more so with what should be had when. After all, Azrin was married, had children, and sat in on meetings. Surely the man needed something to help him unwind or sleep sometimes.
He smiled at Xyliah’s retelling of the wedding, nodding in agreement to random statements. He hadn’t expected much, honestly. He knew it was essentially a last minute deal struck between the families and Jalazmar assumed his father would have had a witnesses there to seal the deal and sent everyone on their way. He didn’t expect an actual ceremony and feast provided by Lord Therion and far too much dancing into the late hours. Still, he had enjoyed himself and how it all turned out. If he had to be a married man, he currently couldn’t think of anyone else he’d like to be shackled to. Xyliah was entertaining and their interests were aligning rather nicely.
Jalazmar laughed when his wife teased about their first meeting, recalling that brilliant moment of not too long ago rather vividly. “Your charming brother was very charming. I handed her quite a few compliments… in a roundabout sort of way,” it definitely wasn’t his finest moment but it worked out well in the end and got them talking and spending a lot of time together that week.
As they entered the Hold, Jalazmar removed his coat, handing it to the drudge waiting nearby and then moved to help Xyliah out of hers. Knowing she was chilled from the trip and their climate, he took advantage and undid the buttons of her coat for her, a hand slipping beneath the warm fabric to give one breast a gentle squeeze before moving around behind her to catch the coat as it was shrugged off. It was a bit of playful teasing done in revenge for the way her hand wandered below his waist as they sat astride the dragon before he took off, forcing Xyliah to grip his waist properly for safety. She was an insatiable tease and he adored her all the more for it.
“I may have exclaimed that she wasn’t fat, old, or ugly. Her perky chest may have been mentioned as well,” Jalazmar laughed again as he took Xyliah’s hand and led her through the hall and down to the sitting room he assumed they would assemble in. When Azrin followed them in and headed for the tray of decanters and glasses, he knew he had been right and led Xyliah to the couch.
“Xyliah also thought Gabrin was a rude servant and doesn’t care much for him. Ah, thank you,” Jalazmar accepted the glass held out to him, just as one was given to Xyliah. It was a bit early for whiskey but he knew it would help warm them up as much as the fire being prodded further into life would as it blazed a trail down to their bellies. Leaning back into the soft cushion, Jalazmar settled in to trade tales and sip his drink.
He smiled at Xyliah’s retelling of the wedding, nodding in agreement to random statements. He hadn’t expected much, honestly. He knew it was essentially a last minute deal struck between the families and Jalazmar assumed his father would have had a witnesses there to seal the deal and sent everyone on their way. He didn’t expect an actual ceremony and feast provided by Lord Therion and far too much dancing into the late hours. Still, he had enjoyed himself and how it all turned out. If he had to be a married man, he currently couldn’t think of anyone else he’d like to be shackled to. Xyliah was entertaining and their interests were aligning rather nicely.
Jalazmar laughed when his wife teased about their first meeting, recalling that brilliant moment of not too long ago rather vividly. “Your charming brother was very charming. I handed her quite a few compliments… in a roundabout sort of way,” it definitely wasn’t his finest moment but it worked out well in the end and got them talking and spending a lot of time together that week.
As they entered the Hold, Jalazmar removed his coat, handing it to the drudge waiting nearby and then moved to help Xyliah out of hers. Knowing she was chilled from the trip and their climate, he took advantage and undid the buttons of her coat for her, a hand slipping beneath the warm fabric to give one breast a gentle squeeze before moving around behind her to catch the coat as it was shrugged off. It was a bit of playful teasing done in revenge for the way her hand wandered below his waist as they sat astride the dragon before he took off, forcing Xyliah to grip his waist properly for safety. She was an insatiable tease and he adored her all the more for it.
“I may have exclaimed that she wasn’t fat, old, or ugly. Her perky chest may have been mentioned as well,” Jalazmar laughed again as he took Xyliah’s hand and led her through the hall and down to the sitting room he assumed they would assemble in. When Azrin followed them in and headed for the tray of decanters and glasses, he knew he had been right and led Xyliah to the couch.
“Xyliah also thought Gabrin was a rude servant and doesn’t care much for him. Ah, thank you,” Jalazmar accepted the glass held out to him, just as one was given to Xyliah. It was a bit early for whiskey but he knew it would help warm them up as much as the fire being prodded further into life would as it blazed a trail down to their bellies. Leaning back into the soft cushion, Jalazmar settled in to trade tales and sip his drink.
