He was glad it wasn't something he did. If it were he would have promptly apologize for whatever it would have been. He would take a sip of his drink before responding "I have heard of it. some of the people in the streets still talk about it. Though I don't know anything about it, sorry."
He wondered why she would bring it up. maybe she was there, or it had some impact to her. He wondered as he intently looked at her with a tinge of concern.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 19:47:13 GMT -5
"Well- that's got to do with why I'm here," she says, with a quiet, somewhat sardonic laugh. "It was about Swain's rule- she said that the dishonor he's perpetuating in Noxus needs to stop, and we need to rejoin the League, and I-"
Rose pauses, looking around the bar before she continues, albeit with a slightly quieter tone of voice. "I agreed, so I stepped onto the stage with her. I didn't say anything while we were there, but Swain... showed up, and made an example of someone from the crowd. It looked like he'd tried to assassinate Swain on Riven's orders, but she didn't send him- it would have been an example of the dishonor she wants to stop."
She takes a moment, letting it sink in before she continues her story. "I followed her, as well as a few others who stepped up, to the Deadlands after the speech, where they made a plan to go to the Institute. I- decided not to follow them there; my magic isn't good enough for a fight, should one have broken out.
"I haven't seen them since, but... I've been wondering if I might not be better off on the General's side. Dishonorable or not, I don't really care that he seceded from the League, and I'd certainly be safer working with him than against him."
When she's done, she seems a little apprehensive to have revealed so much- but she meets his eyes, waiting for a response.
"Figured you might have a less biased opinion, I guess."
He listened as she explained what had happened. A slight bit of sadness and consern came over him as she was talking. There was alot that he thought about, given what she told him.
He really did not know much about Noxian politics or Swain himself, other then as what she said. He Knew Swain was certainly a tyrant. She was right though, He did not hold much bias in the situation. He hardly cared for politics, period.
He lightly tapped the glass with his finger, then spoke. "You are right, I do not have much bias on it. To be honest I could never really tell you what you should do. It would really be up to you." He looked at the glass for a second then looked back up to her.
"However If you really want to continue with Riven, If that's what you feel in your heart, then you should do it. Ultimately that is what it comes down to, what in your heart feels right to you. Sure teaming up with the Grand General would be... safer, but it wouldn't help if you feel wrong about it in your heart." he paused for a moment to think.
"either way if you want help with your magic. I can help you with your magic, maybe in turn it would help me to control it myself." He left the option to help her. If she accepted it, it would have been quite the unexpected adventure to come out of this encounter, but certainly not unwelcome.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 2, 2013 21:12:51 GMT -5
A quick smile crosses her face as he gives his opinion- it's rare that someone acknowledges to her that they can't tell her what to do, and she appreciates it. Perhaps his phrasing is a little cliched, but... it's true. Even if she were safe, it would bother her to serve under the General if she knew he was backstabbing left and right.
"...That helps."
She's still not certain where her alignment lies- she'd admired the General for his startlingly quick rise to power, and really, she didn't think there was much of a difference in honor between the regimes. Besides that, she was- still is- a thief. Dishonor wasn't something that bothered her, necessarily, though she had a certain sense of it, herself. Only steal from those who can afford it, for one thing.
"Hm- if you can't control it, you'll have a hard time teaching me. I might have to start making you nervous a lot more often~"
Making good on her half-threat, she raises her leg under the table to rest her foot against the outside of his thigh, smiling slightly as she does so.
He would smile at her when she said it helped. He was glad to see her smile again. He wasn't sure what she wanted to choose but at least she seemed to feel a little better about it. He quickly started to realize he did not like seeing her frown. "anytime" he said.
When she commented about him not controlling his power he was about to say something, but he felt her foot against the outside of his thigh. It was a bit of a change from how she acted before but he certainly didn't mind, though it did make him a bit nervous, which was expected.
"Y-yeah that might help a bit~ how do you plan on doing that hmm?." was all he could say at the time. He didn't know what she had planned to make him nervous, but she was sure was doing a good job of it now. The glass that he was holding began to frost, starting from where he held it to the top of it.
The young mage raises an eyebrow, her expression the picture of innocence- though her eyes betray her less-than-innocent intentions.
"Having trouble~? Anyway, you looked like you were about to say something- but I distracted you; I'm sorry."
The smile again appearing, she curls her foot up underneath her other thigh, and steeples her fingers. Her eyes are wide, and all but sparkling in the candlelight as she waits to hear what he was going to say- though the enthusiasm may be partially sarcastic. The lipstick has melted, some, under the influence of the Flamespitter, but it does little to decrease the appeal of her expression.
Last Edit: Mar 3, 2013 0:47:47 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
((probbably going to have to move this in client or something pretty soon ))
He smiled as she took notice of the effect she was having. When she asked him he said "Yeah a little." He gazed into her eyes, nearly getting lost in them. The melting of her lipstick only serving to make her more beautiful to him.
When she commented on him about to say something, he was blank for a moment. He tried to think for what he was going to say, but in honesty he all but forgot. The way she was affecting him caused him to forget. "I... you know I actually forgot what I was going to say." he chuckled lightly. He was about to take a sip of his ale, but he saw that the glass was getting so cold it was starting to crack. he set it down so he wouldnt risk it shattering. With both hands on the table itself started to show signs of freezing.
(( Haha, I still have plans for conversation~ =P ))
Rose smiles, and reaches a hand across the table- not to his, but to his glass. The warmth of her hand quickly stops the tankard from cracking further, and at this point, her expression twists to what's almost a smirk. There's an edge to her face that shows through when she adopts a more sardonic cast, but- it's clear that it's not at him, but at the shoddy quality of the tavern's equipment.
"You get nervous easily- c'mere." She removes her hand from the tankard, and sets them on his, in a gesture that would be kind were it not for the sudden contrast of heat with his freezing hands. It probably hurts at least a little for him, though she's not entirely aware of this. When his hands start to warm up, she leaves her palms there for a moment longer before meeting his eyes again.
((lol alright ^^)) He had watched as she brought her hand to warm the glass. I would have to pay for that he thought. The now cracked glass probably not safe to use again.
It was not often that he let his emotion get to him like this. Most people were 'cold' to him, so to speak, so he just closed much of his emotion in. It was an odd sensation to have someone be so nice to him like this. For someone that was beautiful and so nice to him? He didn't think it was possible
When she spoke and put her hand on his, he smiled. The contrast of the heat to his cold hands causing more of a tingling sensation then anything. He would wrap his fingers around her hand slightly. Her contact did help to calm him down. He took a breath and exhaled, trying to keep calm, his temperature warming a bit.
"Yes, i am a little better now, thank you." He would rub his thumb over her hand, the contrast in temperature still noticeable. "I'm sorry, I usually don't act this way normally." he said, looking down to their hands, clearly embarrassed. He thought he probably looked foolish right now, if he hadn't already.
The gentle back-and-forth of his thumb across her hand brings a more honest smile to her face- it recalls a lover she had when she was younger, which almost causes her to blush. Almost, until she looks and sees his smile. It was then that she realized probably why she didn't mind him sitting with her; something in his face echoed Marshall's, maybe the hair, maybe the cheekbones.
She turns her face away, hiding a little of the redness there. "Ah- it's alright. Neither do I, though the alcohol may be affecting my actions, to a degree~"
On the other side of things- she doesn't move her hands. Maybe it's a need to be treated gently that drives her, maybe a desire for affection, or maybe it's just the vodka, but he doesn't look foolish. If anything, his shyness comforts her; she won't look like so much of a sap for letting the gesture rest.
He couldn't help but to look at her features. Her brown hair, cut to one side, those similar green eyes, smooth skin, red lips. He had been trying not to stare to not be rude but it was increasingly harder not to look at her. He took note when she mentioned the alcohol affecting her actions. It was a part of it. He thought it was more to it then that, It would take alot more alcohol for someone to stick around him for this long if that was the only case.
"Its just that usually a woman as beautiful as yourself tends not to be so nice to me." He even surprised himself when he said that. It had slipped his tongue a bit. It was an unfortunate truth for him and it had embarrassed him that he said she was beautiful. He looked down and continued to rub her hand, unsure how she would react.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 14:23:52 GMT -5
She raises an eyebrow- most wouldn't use that descriptor, usually the term was "hot," or "sexy," or "ooh come here babe".
"Well- you're not bad-looking, yourself." A blush rises on her cheeks, though her demeanor is smooth- flattery, the polite sort, isn't something she's used to. She's sensitive to kind words and acts, like a flower that's been choked by Noxian smog and darkness might be sensitive to clean air and sunlight.
"At any rate..." The student clears her throat, embarrassed by how much she's shown- but now she's bothered by a rather biological itch. "What are your plans for the evening? I don't expect romance- would be disturbed by it, in fact, this early into our acquaintance- but wouldn't mind someone to go do bad things with."
One of her hands moves back across the table to undo the top two buttons of her jacket, offering her a little more power in the exchange. Words were nice, but she was more familiar with manipulating men this way than with the things she said.
when she commented on his own looks, he blushed himself. most comments about his looks or usually along the lines of 'weirdo', and that was the mildest of reactions. But to be praised on looks, that was certainly not something he was used to. When she spoke about his plans, then about doing 'bad', it was a bit of a shocker for him.
It was quite rare that woman like her would be 'this' way to him. He wasn't quite sure how to react, as he was clearly not used to such action. A part of him started to like it, and like her as well. He didn't know what was going to happen, or how far it would go, but he planned on finding out.
When he saw that she unbutton the two buttons on her shirt, it caused a flush on his face and he almost stuttered when he spoke "You know, i didnt have any plans for tonight actually." Funny how he couldn't remember if he really did have plans or not. Usually he didn't have plans for his evenings but either way, it was unimportant. His hands grew cold again, at a much faster rate then ever. It was due to the nervousness, but maybe another emotion thrown in there as well.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 16:07:38 GMT -5
"Your hands are cold again," she comments, taking a long sip of her drink, draining it. "It's the tattoos, isn't it, that put people off?"
It's clear she has no compunctions about asking blunt questions, though her tone isn't so rude as most might be. She has no romantic designs on the man, for now, but if things go well- perhaps she could. It's been a while since I was romantic with anyone... A small smile crosses her lips as she thinks about the last relationship she had, which could coincide with his admission of a free evening- not that she'd admit that.
He had to think himself as to the answer to her question. It was a while since anyone had interest in him like this. "Yeah, I would think so. Its sad really, many people shun those that seem odd or out of place."
He looks down to his hands, chuckled lightly and looked back at her "Its funny really. My friends used to call me 'Grim' because of the tattoos. They would always ask 'why so grim?' as a bit of a joke, because of the way the tattoos often make me look sad, or 'down'." He smirked a bit letting his body warm again.
"it has been a while since someone took any interest in me to actually ask about me, much less a beautiful woman." He smiled warmly at her. It was clear that it has been a long time since he was treated as a man, a human, normal even.
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