Andia: The Revolution

[King Acunasti]

Valentin sighed. "I know we should go outside and talk to the others, but I kinda want to stay here." he said with a grin.

[Eltee]

"Me too. It's co-o-old. And windy. In here, it's warm... These furs are warm... You're warm... I'm warm..." Aarys said, kissing Valentin.

[King Acunasti]

"You...wanna...do this...again...tonight?" Vlaentin mumbled through kisses, running his hands over Aarys' back.

[Eltee]

"We'll see how we're both feeling, yeah? I'm not sure if I'd be ready for another bout." Aarys said. She shifted slightly, so she was behind Valentin, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "God, your muscles are tight... Stress?" She was silent for a moment. "Rage?"

[King Acunasti]

"No, no." Valentin replied. "Not rage. I don't know how I could be angry after what we just did."

[Eltee]

"Ha! Me either." Aarys said, clasping her arms around Valentin's neck. She rested her chin on his shoulder. "What has been on your mind, Val?"

[King Acunasti]

"Pretty much you." Valentin replied. "Your voice, your personality, your jokes, and most of all, your body."

[Eltee]

"Most of all?" Aarys repeated, looking downcast.

[King Acunasti]

"What's the matter?" Valentin asked, putting his hand on hers and turning his head slightly in order to see her.

[Eltee]

"You..." Aarys looked away. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter." She murmured.

[King Acunasti]

"Come on." Valentin said, gently holding her wrists and kissing her hands. "Tell me."

[Eltee]

Aarys looked at him. "My body is the most important thing to you?" She asked in a small voice.

[King Acunasti]

"No, no!" Valentin responded, kissing her on the cheek. "Not at all! I mean, it's important. But I'm not that type of guy, sweetheart. I care about plenty of other things besides that perfect body of yours."

[Eltee]

"Good, you just made it sound otherwise before..." Aarys said, sighing in relief. She kissed the back of Valentin's neck. "I wonder what our children will be like..."

[King Acunasti]

"I want them to look and act just like you." Valentin said.

[Eltee]

"I want them to have your eyes... And be kind... And caring like you." Aarys said, punctuating her words with kisses to the back of Valentin's neck.

[King Acunasti]

Valentin grinned. "What are you doing back there?" he asked. He turned and put his arm around Aarys' back, gently pulling her in front of him and giving her a long kiss on the lips.

[Eltee]

"Val..." Aarys murmured. "What do you want to name them?" She asked, her eyes bright.

[King Acunasti]

"I'm not sure." Valentin replied. "Something that sounds both human and Elvish."

[Eltee]

"My mother was a Halfelf." Aarys said. "Well, she was an Elf, but... Well, you know, her father was a human. Her name was Ariana. Maybe, we could name a girl after her."

[Duh]

Spoiler:

It took me 30 minutes to catch up with this stuff. I am totally putting a plan together to rip this romantic relationship apart. Because I'm Duh, and that's how I roll.

Lyra sat down between Hremai and Peter. "Morning." she said. "Did you guys sleep well?" she asked cautiously.

- - -

Logan suddenly poked his head into Aarys and Valentin's tent. "Hey guys, we've got...HOLY SH*T!" he cried, sprinted away from the tent. "I walked in on them again!"

- - -

Dragovan entered Ashriel's tent. "Come on, mate." he said. "Get outside. We've got orders from the officers."

[Eltee]

Aarys sighed. "They probably need us for something."

[JVElEven]

Spoiler:

Ten bloody pages with only Aarys and Valentin. It got so tedious I couldn't read it. Sorry.

Hremai made some kind of unarticulated grumbling.

[Duh]

Spoiler:

I don't blame you JV.

"What's that mean?" Lyra asked.

[Leyyuce]

"She slept wonderfully," Peter interjected confidently, as if somehow attempting to will Hremai into a more positive state of mind simply through persistence.

"As did I. Breakfast was... eventful, I suppose- no matter, really. I suppose you've located us for a reason other than to chat?" Peter stated the last bit gently, as he was in no way attempting to insult Lyra or her friendly mannerisms.