As Tamarian all but thrived upon fashion and appearance, her attire was of course perfectly put together in every physical manner. Of course, that was unsurprising considering her interests in Craftwork surrounding the tendencies of Hearth Witches the Realm 'round. As Prince Gabriel was a Warlord Prince and wore the Grey, his talents lay in other places and she had been well aware he wouldn't have chosen to be the most perfectly attired male at a gala, and that was IF he bothered to attend that kind of thing. Her pulse sped up in just seeing that he'd chosen to wear a newer jacket. She ought to have expected more, but little details had always gotten her attention first.

Who cared if the man couldn't dress entirely well so long as he could keep a near-perfect house. Gabriel could clean a dining room faster than she could yell about a stain and that was the best part about his allure. Not to speak of his skill sensually. She knew he'd know that she was intrigued without even so much as a brush of her outer barriers as she had a tendency to project her feelings outward. When the Warlord Prince lifted her hand to kiss the knuckles, Tammy blushed. He could always make her blush. "Prince Silvarin," she murmured, her low and warm contralto more appreciative and full of emotion than further words could offer forth.

"You are home early," she turned her hand over in his, unable to help herself and utterly craving the skin contact with his. Tamarian visibly shivered as she sought permission to lace her fingers with Gabriel's while holding eye contact. It had only been weeks and she felt as if she hadn't seen him in years. Her chest tightened and the shift startled her.

"You cleaned everything. You handled the boy, our sweet Samuel. He hugged me, Gabriel. As in, asked his mother for a hug and held me for a full five minutes without being typically grossed out by contact with his mother. He was perfectly Protocol correct." If the restaurant hadn't been full she'd have thought to have him bend her over their table right there in the middle of the room, if it hadn't been utterly beyond what was considered sane and normal for the Blood in public. The restrained desire in Tamarian's face was ferocious. She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself and it creaked, which only served to brighten her blushing.

"You mopped and scrubbed the counters just the way I love it done," Her full lips pulled slowly up into a smile, golden-brown eyes very bright with approval. "You want something. What do you need from me? How can I help you?" As a woman, she didn't consider the Grey Warlord Prince hers any more than he preferred her to. She was absolutely content for him to have any lady he needed to avoid painful explosions of his violent edge as a Warlord Prince and had long championed safety and love over any kind of restraint.

Of course, while it was true it was autumn, Tamarian being half Eyrien hadn't aged a single day in appearance since he'd met her almost seventeen years previous. The only difference was the warmed span of her hips. Lately, she'd been wondering whether he'd stick around now that their son was almost old enough to tend himself and had felt ... and wondered if she'd have more children, regardless of whether they were his or not.

"I missed you. So much." Tamarian bit her lower lip. "I've had others, but ... there's always been something about you." She drew in a careful breath. He smelled so good. Waiting for permission, she reached out and brushed her free hand down his shirt, relieving it of every single wrinkle, as well as the trousers. Tamarian snapped her fingers and the colour that complimented his eyes best glamoured the shoes and belt. Half the women in the restaurant seemed to collectively sigh. Tamarian's resulting grin regarding her work was nothing short of feral, as was the sharpened passionate laugh in paring. A few even seemed to tremble to catch Tammy's eye contact in unwavering appreciation.

Then she dropped a bit of news that she expected was going to stir his brain up, but there was no other way to put it. "... My mother and brothers want to meet our son." It was hard to keep eye contact while trying to explain as delicately as she could that she still had a living family. Her palm itched to brush her fingers over the old wedding ring hidden beneath her gown, but instead, Tamarian kept her hand in Gabriels. Had she even told him her real surname? She hadn't thought so. Some details had been far, far too painful to contemplate when they had met, and he had never asked her more questions than she could bare to speak of, much as she offered him equal respect about his past. Now, she wondered if she hadn't asked enough. Gotten to know the father of her son. Tamarian's pulse quickened a little more. She didn't know if love was quite the right word for what she felt about him, but she didn't want to lose him. A mere thought could turn her legs to some semblance of gelatin.

"I know that Askavi is and was ... a difficult place for you to consider ... actually visiting and only going near the border is as much as you might normally ... bother with," but Tamarian had simply never asked him why. Now seemed a good time, despite the fact that she wanted to inhale him then and there regardless of observers. It made her wonder if she was close to ovulating, which meant time to make the brew.

Character Name: Calypso Hesperides-Agrippina
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Player Name: Haloriel

Item Purchased: Discard a Roll; 3rd Purchase

Points Cost: 900 Points (?)

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Okay. Let's go for that General Random and see what we get, please? <3