· bordem

<font color='#736AFF'>Beneath the scorching sun lay a large, masculine pen'. The figure, massive brute of charcoal and navy colouration, lay basking in the sunlight on the vacation he had longed to take for a long time. He just wished the female of his dreams would show, a special someone he thought he had already met. A Mali of sorts, at least that was her name; beautiful, perfect. Sighing, he turned his eyes from the others upon the beach and lay, restless, upon his blanket.

Although he couldn't nap, he rested his eyes from the tiring sun that beamed down upon the world he had come to love. Hair of bladed texture and lime colouration fell almost relently into his face, and he had to flick it away. Several times this happened, and he finally got fed up with it. He lifted from his comfortable spot on the beach and packed up his blanket and book, moving toward the beach-side hut that served food and drink. He needed some cool air, no doubt.

Finding himself a lonely booth in the corner, he sat and ordered a cool glass of water while he fanned himself with the napkin the nice lady had so graciously given him. Waiters and Waitresses always seemed to intrigue him, somehow. He thought it quite odd that they could smile and pretend to be utterly happy even if their life was falling apart. He admired some of them, actually. Some could be quite icy outside of work, but be so goddamned nice to their customers. It must be a great feat to overcome. He looked about, content with himself and the others around him, and awaiting a conversation or such to bring this day to it's boring peak.</font>

 

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Sea breezes wafted off the ocean, bringing the scents 'f the waters as well as crystalline droplets streaked with salt to coat the unwary traveler who knew nothing 'bout the wiles of the mother waters. This fae, fortunately for her, was well accustomed to the blue-green ocean and therefore, minded not the salty air and taste.  As a matter of fact, it was a simple pleasure that she had always enjoyed. A deep breath was taken in through coalen nares, filling 'er lungs and causing slim chest to rise rapidly 'fore the air rushed from her airways and it fell far more slowly.  There was nothing, in her own opinion, quite as dramatic and beautiful as the ocean. Petite mitts sunk deep into the warm, white sands, the vixen reveling in the golden sunshine and rolling waves.  Too bad she didn't have anyone with her to enjoy this marvel.

Canvas 'f dense smoke gray twisted and twined with itself, the patches 'f navy melting and blending in so she seemed nearly the hue 'f the thunderheads gathering on the horizon far off in the distance. A particularly strong gust rippled the foam topped waves and brushed fine grands of sand into the blue-green eyelots 'f the fae, forcing her to turn her finely chiseled crania away from the panoramic view and back to the beach. Grumbling slightly she squinted 'gainst the wind and was about to look back to the ocean, but something caught her gaze.  A powerfully built ebon and navy brute had just moved off the beach and into the tidy little cafe nearby.  The masculine had seemed all too familiar...

Her heart lept into her throat.  Could it be that the pen' she'd just seen was Arehk?  The only brute who had ever managed to capture even a small portion of her heart?  It seemed too impossible.  She hadn't seen him in what had felt like ages, eventually getting over the heartache it had brought her, but never getting over the love she felt for him.  Svelte appendages splashed in azure iradescence quickened their pace, throwing sand up 'hind her lissom and long frame as slender shouldblades rolled in that typical feline way.  Please, please let it be him... She whispered the words to herself over and over again as she stepped nervously into the doorway 'f the cafe and glaned around.

There he was, and there was no mistaking that broad frame.  The fae tossed her head slightly, sending a few satin navy strands from where they had been falling across her gaze back to their rightful position behind her pert auditives. Taking a deep breath she strode agile and elegant t'ward his table, looking up shyly as her jaws parted to emit that lilting, bubbly voice.

"Hey stranger..."​

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<font color='#736AFF'>Sipping his ice water, Arehk suddenly glanced up as the door jingled, signifying that someone had entered. Seeing it as his one and only, he smiled that soft, embarassed smile that would charm even the most rash, cruel-tempered females imagined. Hearing her bubbling voice for the first time in ages, his smile grew even broader.

'Dearest Mali, I've missed you so.' He stood, moving toward her to plant a soft kiss upon her cheek, motioning her to sit opposite him. Reseating himself, he watched her intently. 'How has life treated you?' His gaze met hers, though he did not stare at her. He had a sense of merely watching, an air about him that only but a few could ever caputre and maintain.

Oh how he had missed her, and hoped to see her once again. His wish fulfilled, his smile was brighter and broader than ever seen on his visage before. Shifting to get comfortable, he smiled and beamed at his beloved, hoping one day that he could perhaps work up the courage to ask her to be his mate. Oh how he would love that. She stole a piece of his heart, or rather revived it, that had lain dormant for his entire lifespan. His family was the only thing that filled that space when he was younger, but now that they were gone it was void. He couldn't help but feel incredibley happy around her. He though he might love her.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'><font color=iceblue size=1><center>The kiss was a surprise. Although it meant nothing more then a warm and indeed, joyous welcome, the contact 'tween herself and the ebony masculine was enough to send a tingling thrill down her spine.  A blush lightly stained delicate cheeks, bright eyelots dancing with joy and pleasure.  It was wonderful to be in the company of this brute again.  There was no one out there quite like him. The fae repressed the urge to throw her arms around his neck in a never-ending hug, instead nodding lightly as he motioned t'ward the seat opposite him.  Settling herself comfortably in the seat, she gave a happy sigh that was quite audible but should've given Arehk no reason to worry.  After studying her paws for a moment she glanced up, finding her comrade watching her.  He wasn't staring, no.  There was simply an air of watching about him as he kept his friendly gaze 'pon her.

A smile just as charming and shy as his curved her tapered muzzle as she in turn, watched him. It suddenly occured to her that he had asked her a question and she gave a slight start in embaressment that she had not yet answered him. "It's wonderful to see you again as well Arehk. Life's been fair I suppose, although rather lonely. And yourself?" A waitress ambled past their table, smiling at Mali before placing a cool, frosted glass of ice water before her as well.  As though it was a lifeline the vixen reached out and clutched it, pulling it closer 'fore lifting it up to take a casual sip. She seemed slightly flustered, something that didn't usually happen in the presence of anyone, whether they be dear friends or not.  What was wrong with her?</font>