777: Additional RP Server - ehrie-arhae︱lareth-lakehouse

Facing the south shore of the lake Ulhei stood a lakehouse belonging to the Lareths, its large windows staring out at the calm, lilypad and duckweed-speckled, purple water surface. The two-story building was made of wood and stone, a dot of warm tones of grey and dark brown, swimming in the sea of purple and green foliage, belonging to wild plants and the purposefully overgrown garden that were surrounding the house. An unpaved road led down to the dock, where the water could be safely entered for swimming; smaller paths could be followed to seek adventure by the shoreline or in shallow waters, as well as in the forest behind the house - marked down by automatic lights. In the garden, fruit trees grew - lovingly tended to by each member of the House, the plum-like fruits hung heavily from above, making the air around them smell like honey with hints of vanilla and pleasant sourness.

Warmth. There was warmth, seeping deep into his muscles, settling heavy in his bones and organs, and leaving gentle kisses on his soul - similar to those left on his skin not too long ago. There was warmth all around him, embracing him like he was a tiny songbird, laying on it's side in some human's loving palm. But unlike that bird, who would be ignorant to the owner of that grasp, Saren knew it. Or rather, he knew the people embracing him. His people. His. Without opening his eyes, he reached his hand back over his head, soon finding a rogue lock of long, silky hair to hold, letting it fall over his knuckles as he brought his hand back to his chest and proceeded to lazily play with it. The pleasant buzz still hadn't left his brain, but it cleared up just enough for the Romulan to feel the interlocked fingers of his loves, resting on his scarred side - anchoring him down, yet somehow leaving him feeling light. Saren's other hand, one he was laying on, reached out in front of him, searching for a curve or angle to hold onto there as well. "Weren't we supposed to pick the fruit?.." he murmured, voice having that note of slight amusement despite it's hoarseness.

Everything was so... calm. He could have fallen asleep just like this, hearing the gentle, almost rhythmic breathing between them (despite the small differences in their breathing - in fact, it was especially the small differences that made it so soothing to hear). He figured he'd probably be able to hear their heartbeats, too, if they weren't surrounded by the also calming sounds of the nature around them, the small sounds of leaves rustling or the occasional sound of small wildlife going about in the distance. Adding to that was the gentle motion of moving the thumb of his hand over Saren's skin, Eshen's fingers laced in his as they held him... yeah, he would fall asleep like this at any moment if he kept his eyes closed for much longer. So he didn't, slowly blinking his eyes open. After looking at Saren, and then Eshen, and then Saren with a small smile and a look in his eyes of what could best be described as pure and complete adoration - he looked up at his currently free arm that was outstretched behind his head. Just beyond it was a little grouping of flowers, and they looked green in color, and his first basic thought was wow, that would match Saren's eyes, so, very slo-o-owly, he did a bit of a good stretch with that arm, pressing his lips together as if that would help him do it, not moving his other arm at all from where it was. divider

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It was a very careful and gentle move that he made to pick one of the flowers from where it had been, but after that he again slo-o-owly moved that arm down a little and looked back at Saren. The strand of Eshen's hair in his hand, their interwoven fingers still resting on his side - all of it painted a picture of completeness that Allan wanted to keep in his brain forever - and he likely would. Still, he was determined to add just another little touch to the art of the moment, and with a soft, loving smile, he delicately placed his palm on Saren's cheek first for a few seconds before he gently placed the flower into Saren's hair. The petals went well against the Romulan's dark locks, and Allan was only to assume based off of visual memory that they would match his eyes perfectly. He also hadn't noticed until now that it was up close, but the 3-petaled flower had small lines going up from its center that seemed to be a intertwined mix of red and purple in color. "Mm, I think... think I misheard, thought we were supposed to kiss the fruit," he murmured right back, returning his hand to Saren's cheek before giving him a little kiss to prove that statement as if him and Eshen both hadn't tenfold a few minutes prior.

His brows furrowed minutely upon feeling a sensation of... something, being nestled into his hair. The gentle touch of the petals, as well as the flower's lightness and pleasant aroma, quickly explained that mystery to him; dark eyelashes parted as he peeked up at Allan, rarely seen serenity in those green eyes. The Romulan then stretched a bit, pressing his back into the blanket of living warmth that was Eshen, just in time for the human's kiss. The wordplay took a second to register, but as soon as it did Saren laughed, pressing his face into the palm: "Ah-- we can't blame the UT for this one..." he propped himself on his elbow, the other arm still holding the strand of hair, and looked around. It was a very lazy, half-hearted search for his shirt. "Eh, they can hang off of the branches for another night. It's going to get dark in a few hours anyways. Anything you guys want to do?.. The lake gets rather lively during the early night. Then again, the house is very warm..."