Des, Tera Destre, one of the Red Dragon Inn's tenders, had posed a dare. He, being who and what he was, could not resist such challenge and fun from one of his dearest friends.
Tass' eyes travelled the commons of the Inn, scoping out the few females gathered, until his gaze landed upon the elflocked Trueblood tending bar that eve. In the middle of serving a patron at the counter, he awaited his chance and took it the moment she broke in her routine.
Moving behind the bar into her space, he dipped her low, delivering a dry but passionate kiss. Des was appalled, then introduced them to one another. And so, that is how they met, because of a dare and over a kiss.
A kiss that changed a course of events yet to come.
He was there that night, too. The night she felt compelled to give something of herself to Jodiah Ayreg before the old knight rode off to Rilshen in service of Alysia Skye, the Empress. Such a gifting taking a lot out of the Ancient, being as she was forgetting to properly rejuvenate like she should.
Things had been bothering her of late, weighting her thoughts with dark portents and ominous promises of things yet to be. And, stumbling back into the Inn from speaking to Ayreg on the porch, Tass watched her with concern, splitting himself, eventually, in order to see to her needs, those of Des who had been working the bar and Icer who had recently been injured by one of the usual maim-and-run demons that randomly appeared at the Dragon.
It mattered not she waved his worries off, scoffed and rolled those periwinkle-shaded eyes at his chastising, he would see to help her if she allowed. Finally getting her to agree to take a room and get some rest, then helping her to the second floor so that she could.
Rest did not come, nor did it come for days and nights after. Instead, she was there working shift again when he showed up near its end. Letting his eyes linger on Sid for a moment or ten, the Trueblood grinned that fox-ish grin, twirling and asking him if he liked what he saw. Replying in the affirmative with a wink and blown kiss he watched her return to her duties.
It was a night not much different from all the rest, new patrons and regulars moving in and out the door. Tara and Chris trading insults, getting on each other's last nerves and coming to blows. Hanzo and Icer trying to one up the other, always falling just shy of fatal harm.
The Lady Belial had been there also, having just recently returned to Rhy'Din from parts unknown and probably safer. "Ye headin' back to WestEnd, Bel?" the Ancient queried, giving the bar a swipe and glancing to the waterclock to check the time. "Be there shortly, then," and she waved her out the door.
Tass looked over at Sid, grinning, interrupting his conversation with Hanzo. "Not if I can help it."
"Oh, ye dun say?" The Ancient released Chris' Tara-bitten hand she'd been boo-boo kissing and returned Tass' grin.
"I do say." So confident he was.
Words bantered between the Trueblood and Tass while Tara and Chris' arguments heated up and Sid went about her closing rituals. All the while she knew he watched, felt his eyes upon her as she moved back and forth behind the bar.
Sadly, though, she had to be going, and he saw it in her eyes and smile. "So, you are leaving me?" Tass knew that look and it was one he hated to see.
"Would that I could be stayin', sweet. Ye tempt me, tha' I tell ye."
He sighed, then. "Tempting I may be, but not enough to keep you to me." Reversing his mood on a dime, though, he gave her a wink. "This old man will just have to see you out more and gather your attention to him for himself."
Sid leaned in close, her voice a warm whisper sliding along his cheek and ear. "I willna be averse to ye tryin', sweet. In fact, I wish it."
Old man Tass' smile widened at that, and in his eyes locked upon hers a soft spark lit. "Careful what you wish for."
With mischief alight in her own summer's blue eyes and fox light in her smile, she chuckled. "I be ne'er careful when it be comin' to tha', sweet. I be old enough to know better an' still wan' wha' I be wantin'."
Drawing closer before the Trueblood could escape completely, he slipped a soft kiss to her lips. "Good night, then."
Fingertips lifted to touch his kiss upon her mouth, her smile bright and warm before she tossed a wink and spun on a heel to head for the front door. Those leather clad hips taking on a decided sway as she walked away. And there, on his lips, was a smile that had not night-lighted his face in many years.
Tass' eyes travelled the commons of the Inn, scoping out the few females gathered, until his gaze landed upon the elflocked Trueblood tending bar that eve. In the middle of serving a patron at the counter, he awaited his chance and took it the moment she broke in her routine.
Moving behind the bar into her space, he dipped her low, delivering a dry but passionate kiss. Des was appalled, then introduced them to one another. And so, that is how they met, because of a dare and over a kiss.
A kiss that changed a course of events yet to come.
He was there that night, too. The night she felt compelled to give something of herself to Jodiah Ayreg before the old knight rode off to Rilshen in service of Alysia Skye, the Empress. Such a gifting taking a lot out of the Ancient, being as she was forgetting to properly rejuvenate like she should.
Things had been bothering her of late, weighting her thoughts with dark portents and ominous promises of things yet to be. And, stumbling back into the Inn from speaking to Ayreg on the porch, Tass watched her with concern, splitting himself, eventually, in order to see to her needs, those of Des who had been working the bar and Icer who had recently been injured by one of the usual maim-and-run demons that randomly appeared at the Dragon.
It mattered not she waved his worries off, scoffed and rolled those periwinkle-shaded eyes at his chastising, he would see to help her if she allowed. Finally getting her to agree to take a room and get some rest, then helping her to the second floor so that she could.
Rest did not come, nor did it come for days and nights after. Instead, she was there working shift again when he showed up near its end. Letting his eyes linger on Sid for a moment or ten, the Trueblood grinned that fox-ish grin, twirling and asking him if he liked what he saw. Replying in the affirmative with a wink and blown kiss he watched her return to her duties.
It was a night not much different from all the rest, new patrons and regulars moving in and out the door. Tara and Chris trading insults, getting on each other's last nerves and coming to blows. Hanzo and Icer trying to one up the other, always falling just shy of fatal harm.
The Lady Belial had been there also, having just recently returned to Rhy'Din from parts unknown and probably safer. "Ye headin' back to WestEnd, Bel?" the Ancient queried, giving the bar a swipe and glancing to the waterclock to check the time. "Be there shortly, then," and she waved her out the door.
Tass looked over at Sid, grinning, interrupting his conversation with Hanzo. "Not if I can help it."
"Oh, ye dun say?" The Ancient released Chris' Tara-bitten hand she'd been boo-boo kissing and returned Tass' grin.
"I do say." So confident he was.
Words bantered between the Trueblood and Tass while Tara and Chris' arguments heated up and Sid went about her closing rituals. All the while she knew he watched, felt his eyes upon her as she moved back and forth behind the bar.
Sadly, though, she had to be going, and he saw it in her eyes and smile. "So, you are leaving me?" Tass knew that look and it was one he hated to see.
"Would that I could be stayin', sweet. Ye tempt me, tha' I tell ye."
He sighed, then. "Tempting I may be, but not enough to keep you to me." Reversing his mood on a dime, though, he gave her a wink. "This old man will just have to see you out more and gather your attention to him for himself."
Sid leaned in close, her voice a warm whisper sliding along his cheek and ear. "I willna be averse to ye tryin', sweet. In fact, I wish it."
Old man Tass' smile widened at that, and in his eyes locked upon hers a soft spark lit. "Careful what you wish for."
With mischief alight in her own summer's blue eyes and fox light in her smile, she chuckled. "I be ne'er careful when it be comin' to tha', sweet. I be old enough to know better an' still wan' wha' I be wantin'."
Drawing closer before the Trueblood could escape completely, he slipped a soft kiss to her lips. "Good night, then."
Fingertips lifted to touch his kiss upon her mouth, her smile bright and warm before she tossed a wink and spun on a heel to head for the front door. Those leather clad hips taking on a decided sway as she walked away. And there, on his lips, was a smile that had not night-lighted his face in many years.