Looking behind me I saw Christophe talking to someone on the dock. Siegfried loosened the scarf that was wrapped about his neck and shook his head slightly to clear his jet black hair from his eyes. “Come inside,” he said in his commanding voice. He turned on his heel and went to a door, opening it. I went inside, feeling his presence right behind me. There was a half-wall enclosing the front portion of the room, where the light from outside filtered in casting a very exotic ambience. Facing the front of the boat with a magnificent open view was a curved plush bench, with a small eating area and a fireplace off to the side. Further back in the room, the walls reached the ceiling and enclosed a glistening fully-stocked bar. Every appliance was top-end, with granite counters, pristine bamboo floors and a modern monochromatic theme. It seemed surprisingly chic for someone so militaristic like Siegfried. He strode past me then, his arm brushing mine as he went by. He seemed to start at the sudden contact but instead hurried to the bar where he fiddled around until music came floating out of the speakers in the wall. It was a soothing classical ballad. He turned to me then as if to speak to me when a knock came at the door near the bar, surprising both of us. Siegfried opened the door abruptly and a man stood there. “We are about to depart, your highness,” the man said. Siegfried nodded and made a circular motion with his finger. The man bowed low and disappeared inside the boat. Siegfried turned to me again. “We’ll be going about the bay. Are you hungry?” I shook my head, not wanting to be a bother but then my traitorous stomach let out a rumble. I blushed and Siegfried sighed in exasperation. “Don’t lie to me,” he said in a stern tone. “Sit down, the boat is about to depart and I wouldn’t want you losing your balance.” I sat down and looked around awkwardly. I noticed that the fireplace was already going, crackling pleasantly. It felt wonderful in the chilling wind. I inched closer to the fireplace, soaking up the warmth. Siegfried raised an eyebrow and we made eye contact. He seemed to be amused. “Are you cold?” “A little,” I admitted, not wanting to lie again. Siegfried pushed a button on the wall and glass rose from the walls with a low humming noise until it hit the ceiling with a soft thump. The boat gave a small jump then and I fell back against the back of the couch. Siegfried didn’t flinch at all, as he spoke into the speaker system. “Send up the usual. For two…” The boat moved smoothly across the water and before I realized it we had left the harbor. Suddenly alone with Siegfried on the open water, the room felt very intimate. Siegfried sat down upon the seat on the other side of the bench in a surprisingly relaxed manner. From how I imagined him so serious, he looked so childish sprawled out like that. I giggled a little and Siegfried arrested me with an intense stare. “What is it?” he asked in his deep voice, looking genuinely curious. “Oh…” I clamped my mouth shut, unable to respond to that.
. So wonderful. Siegfried, marry me. But seriously, Holy crabs Jihi. That looks horrid. But at least everything's coming right. That's a good thing. Stay strong.
NATHANNNNNNNNN @blaire Yeah, I wish we could do something about it, but then all of the role-players will either get really mad, just ignore us, or listen to us but go back to the extreme overflow quickly.
As a roleplayer I agree that I'd asplode if you told us to quit our RP threads... But I do support actual stories and I don't want them to die out. So bump.