IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

[avisionofwar]

NAME: Celegorm
SEX: Male
PREFERENCES: Beautiful, strong-willed men or women.

[digophelia]

[ HEAD IN HANDS. ]

[avisionofwar]

..... [ OKAY, fully red, tugs at his collar. ]

Surely you're... too young... to attend such... such social... functions.

[digophelia]

At my age, women are supposed to be married.

[ She looks so offended. Gosh, she's not a baby. ]

[avisionofwar]

Are they?

[ He looks mortified. ]

I... forgive me, in that case. I meant not to question your beauty or worth, but... An elf does not reach his majority until one-hundred, at least...

[digophelia]

Oh, please. Your kind is far more fair than mine.

[ Guess who doesn't handle compliments well? ]

Well, then it's arguable for humans. You can mentally mature before physical maturity.

[eastwardly]

[ Channeling the spirit of Noach to say WHY, MY LORD, WHY ]

[avisionofwar]

[ Picks up his card and tucks it into Noach's belt in what he hopes is the most certain way to say, 'I've got my date'. ]

[eastwardly]

[ So much line-face under that nice flush of his. ]

Is that entirely necessary, my lord?

[avisionofwar]

Absolutely and utterly so, Noach!

[ Big, beaming grin. ]

[eastwardly]

[ I do not believe you. ]

Then, at least, may we go? I am not certain I like the looks of many who are gathered here.

[ Leans up against. Casually. ]

I'm sorry I couldn't resist any longer

[grumpycatanthir]

[ Hurt his big brother and he will hurt you ]

OMG

[avisionofwar]

[ Tacklehugs him across the table. ]

I should never be allowed to create joke Tolkien charas

[grumpycatanthir]

[ NO HUGS I AM ALLERGIC TO HUGS ]

Get off me Tyelko!

CORPORAL CUDDLING

[avisionofwar]

NO!

[ HUGS TIGHTER. ]

LOL

[grumpycatanthir]

OFF I said! You're heavy you big oaf!

[ Squirming and wriggling and no seriously if you keep this up we will forget we are adults and start biting again ]

[fiercestwarrior]

And how is one to know what you find beautiful?

[ At least she's more than certain that "strong-willed" is a good description of her. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ Oh shit. Celegorm fights a blush.

His pulse starts galloping, and he reaches for a mask of elegant calm, smiling slowly. ]

My lady... surely this cannot be an issue for yourself. You're as beautiful as the deepening, starlit twilight, wild and wonderful and hauntingly gorgeous as a storm-driven sea crashing against the cliffs.

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Getting a little flustered are you, Cel?

Have a smirk. ]

Not a particularly reassuring beauty. Do you find yourself troubled by me, Celegorm?

[avisionofwar]

[ He's relied too long on dull mortal senses, he thinks. ]

Far from troubled, my lady.

But... you are beautiful.

[ He'll fidget with the little card in front of him; anything to look briefly away and catch a breath and fight his growing blush. ]

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Why fight it? It's rather endearing even if she doesn't quite grasp what has gotten him so dreadfully nervous. ]

So do I qualify for spending a small part of this evening with you then?

since Moryo's already up there...

[outwards]

[She grins as she settles down and leans back in her chair, picking up his card to inspect it before her eyes come to rest on the older elf.]

Have you broken more or less hearts than Artanis yet, I wonder?

o. m. g.

[avisionofwar]

[ Oh. Oh.. His eyes widen just a touch, his breath sticks somewhere in his throat, his sharp ears go ruddy. ] Less, I've no doubt. And... what about you? Any luck?

>:D

[outwards]

[She completely ignores the question, interest piqued, and leans forward, elbow on the table and chin on the back of her hand, the card dangling down between ring and pinky finger. Her line may not carry the same piercing eyes as some of Celegorm's, but they are certainly unrelenting as she considers her cousin, though mirth softens the intensity of her gaze.]

Less, as you already have captured one and will not let it stray to far, limiting your own wandering?

[avisionofwar]

[ He mimicked her posture, in a wordless tease, but instead set the point of his chin on the heel of his hand. ]

Less for a host of different reasons, though I'll not deny that one. Subtlety has availed me nothing so far, so... I gamble on forwardness and hope?