Romantic evening (to everybody)

*opens the door and enters the bakery* "ow gosh, these embroiding evenings should be rescheduled. "I sigh as I shut the door and lock it. "*mutters* lucky I haven't got a thing to do here in the house...*looks around the store then calls* Gonfindle?"
"*voice from upstairs* I'm here, welcome home!" Gonfindle responds. "*runs upstairs but freezes when noticing the fire in the fireplace and the dozens of candles burning.* what the heck..." I whisper before walking ove the the table which is decorated with paper flowers. "*looks from behind the door* welcome home champion, sit down and relax." Gonfindle says. "*sits down at the table* what is the occasion?" I ask curious.
"*appears out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food* none...only the fact that you've won the achery contest..." Gonfindle responds while serving some food. "*grins* Gonfindle's special...just for you."
"*takes a bite* hm, I didn't knew you could cook." I respond. "*sits down too and takes a portion* enjoy your meal, my love. But keep some room for dessert." He speaks with a rather thick voice, giving me a wink. After dinner we just sit in the couch, snuggled up against eachother, gazing at the fire. "*caresses my hair* you know, when I first lay eye upon you, I knew my heart would belong to you forever. Timmaïn..." Gonfindle whispers. "*looks up* you're a strange elf you know that?" I ask.
"*nods* yes, my father told me once, that our kind, Mountain elves were offspring of the Ancients or the Cetra. A kind of elves that were able to perform great things. Alas none of their records or writings have been found and of our kind only we are left...*sighes deeply* Timmaïn for some reason we recognize eachothers soulnames, which is rare for elfs." Gonfindle explains. "*touches his cheek* don't think about it too much...now what about dessert?" I ask. "*sees my eyes glancing* ow don't worry...*gives a kiss* there is plenty... *kisses even more* Timmaïn..." he whispers, his eyes glancing. "*whispers back* Riwaïn... *smiles warmly*" I gaze at him before we both roll over the floor kissing eachother constantly.

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> opens the door and enters the bakery "ow gosh, these embroiding evenings should be rescheduled. "I sigh as I shut the door and lock it. "mutters lucky I haven't got a thing to do here in the house...looks around the store then calls Gonfindle?" > "voice from upstairs I'm here, welcome home!" Gonfindle responds. "runs upstairs but freezes when noticing the fire in the fireplace and the dozens of candles burning. what the heck..." I whisper before walking ove the the table which is decorated with paper flowers. "looks from behind the door welcome home champion, sit down and relax." Gonfindle says. "sits down at the table what is the occasion?" I ask curious. > "appears out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food none...only the fact that you've won the achery contest..." Gonfindle responds while serving some food. "grins Gonfindle's special...just for you." > "takes a bite hm, I didn't knew you could cook." I respond. "sits down too and takes a portion enjoy your meal, my love. But keep some room for dessert." He speaks with a rather thick voice, giving me a wink. After dinner we just sit in the couch, snuggled up against eachother, gazing at the fire. "caresses my hair you know, when I first lay eye upon you, I knew my heart would belong to you forever. Timmaïn..." Gonfindle whispers. "looks up you're a strange elf you know that?" I ask. > "nods yes, my father told me once, that our kind, Mountain elves were offspring of the Ancients or the Cetra. A kind of elves that were able to perform great things. Alas none of their records or writings have been found and of our kind only we are left...sighes deeply Timmaïn for some reason we recognize eachothers soulnames, which is rare for elfs." Gonfindle explains. "touches his cheek don't think about it too much...now what about dessert?" I ask. "sees my eyes glancing ow don't worry...gives a kiss there is plenty... kisses even more Timmaïn..." he whispers, his eyes glancing. "whispers back Riwaïn... smiles warmly" I gaze at him before we both roll over the floor kissing eachother constantly.
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