Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 17:10:42 GMT -5
His smile is friendly, and it lights up his eyes. They're green, too- heh. Somehow, she hadn't noticed; the tattoos around his eyes distracted her from them.
"Grim...? Not the term I'd have applied. Imposing, perhaps- but not sad." The student avoids the first part of his reply- but the look in her face speaks of sympathy. She's all too accustomed to being shunted out of things- the way her parents lived led to awkward conversations with her peers when she was younger. In many cases, they'd cease associating with her altogether, fearing that she'd somehow influence them in a bad way.
His repeated compliment draws her out of the brief reverie, though, and she smiles back.
"Now you're just repeating yourself."
Her tone teases him for the slip-up, but her expression indicates that she doesn't seem to mind- the only objection there is to a lack of creativity, but it's a welcome reprieve from creative discussions of her chest.
He would flush when she would tease him about the compliment. He almost forgot himself that he already called her beautiful. "Ah, right sorry. I guess i cant help but to call you beautiful, sorry." He chuckled lightly. he really couldn't help but to call her that "I might have to think of a few other things to call you." His tone lightened as he winked. He was starting to feel more comfortable talking to her
"So you asked earlier about my plans tonight. Was there something in particular you were thinking about doing?" He had an idea at what she was hinting at, but wanted to see if she really wanted to go through with it.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 18:24:36 GMT -5
Her grin transmutes from playful friendliness to a well-practiced look of certain intention. "I don't know about in particular- but back to your comment. What might those things be, that you could think to call me~?"
Based on her tone, this is the part she's more used to. Her foot comes up again, resting against the outside of his thigh. Her steel-capped boots would dissuade any unwanted advances, should any would-be suitor look down further than her chest- it's a clear sign of defense.
he smirks a bit as she put her boot to his outer thigh again. This time he didn't react to it as much but, it still made him nervous again, causing a bit of a drop in temperature. She was getting defensive, which is understandable.
He would tap his chin and look up for a moment in thought, then look to her eyes. "Mmm, cute, gorgeous, sweet, something like that." there were a few other things that he could say but would be inappropriate, especially for their first meeting.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 18:51:05 GMT -5
"...Something else." This time, the grin reaches her eyes, lighting them up in curiosity. "Something mean, even?"
It takes her a moment to realize that the last comment was out loud, and she blushes, waving her hand. "Anyway- from what you said earlier, are tattoos uncommon in Freljord? I'd think there'd be a lot of them- tribally, and such."
Her leg drops down under the table- it seems she hadn't meant to reveal an interest in consensual antagonists so soon, and her embarrassment is clear. Her hands still rest in his, though, and- earlier, she hadn't seemed to mind when he rubbed his thumb over them.
he had taken notice of her eyes when she said about calling her something mean. he may have to inquire about it if the opportunity comes. When she asked him about his tattoos, he began to somewhat unconsciously rub her hands with his thumbs again. The warmth in her hands quickly being something of a comfort to him, and helped him to think clearly.
"It depends sometimes on the tribe, and the individual. In my case cheiftans, warriors and hunters often tattoo themselves to indicate rank, or even to scare and confuse those that we hunt or fight against. for me specifically, my tattoos would be more for to cause fear in who i fight against, and confusion in animals i would hunt."
As he explained, he continued to rub her hand, and look directly at her. It would seem that Doing so helped to ease his nervousness and to think clearly.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 19:39:29 GMT -5
She wonders at his sudden shift in attitude- explaining things about his homeland seems to calm him, and instead of looking everywhere but her, he was now looking her right in the face, and calmly. His cool thumb over her hot skin is soothing, a heat sink to her constant slow burn. To someone who's spent her entire life in a city, it sounds barbaric- but she nods. He seems civilized enough, anyway.
"Well- I've got enough piercings to make up for my lack of tattoos, I think."
In demonstration of the point, she pulls back the longer strands of her hair with her free hand, showing the line of three piercings there. On her other ear are two, though if he's observant, he'll see the empty holes in her cartilage; all told, there are at least seven.
Her smile is as warm as her skin as she brings her palm back down on top of his, the sleeve of her jacket pulling up to reveal a scar on her left wrist. She doesn't seem to notice, but it looks like it must have been caused by a chopping blade.
he smiled as he showed her piercings. If it were possible, the piercings did well to make her hotter to him. He couldn't explain why, but it did. The warmth of her hands did well to help him feel better. The Heat almost felt like it was literally being absorbed by his own body.
"I see, well i'm glad i am not the only one." he smirked slightly. through the corner of his eye he noticed that she had a scar on her left wrist. It was sort of ironic, that he himself had a scar on his left forearm.
" I also have a scar on my left arm" he said, bringing his left arm up and letting the sleeve drop down. On the underside of his forearm was a long scar that ran the length of his arm. It was roughtly 6-7 inches, and started from just under his palm.
"I had a bit of a skirmish with a bear. He swiped my arm pretty good, causing this." He began explaining. His voice becoming more serious as he spoke "I nearly died that day."
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 20:42:49 GMT -5
"Oh- I-" A subtle tension in her left hand starts, as though she'd intended to pull it back when he saw it. As he takes his hand back and pulls up the sleeve, though, her eyes widen. It looks as though something clawed open his arm, from the palm of his hand to the crook of his elbow, and she shivers a little to think of the pain that torn, scarred flesh must represent.
A little skirmish with a bear?
She presses her hands into his. "...I almost died when I got mine, too." There's a pause before she realizes how that must sound.
"I didn't do it myself, though!" The clarification rushes forth, as her blood rises to her cheeks.
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He chuckled slightly when he heard her try to explain herself. He smiled a bit when he saw her blushing. He felt he wanted to ask her how she had gotten it. He wasn't sure however if it would be appropriate, as scars tend to have less then ideal backstory
"Well I'm glad we both did not die, or we wouldn't have met today." he paused for a moment, covering her hands with is. "H-How did you get yours? if you don't mind me asking. you Don't have to answer if you don't want to." he asked in a concerned tone.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 21:43:04 GMT -5
A hesitation marks her answer- it's a comfort to have the scar hidden as she talks about it, but at the same time, she hasn't told anyone in a while. There's concern in his voice, though... that's unusual. He's known her for perhaps half an hour, and he's that ready to care about her well-being? Freljord must have some rather different standards of strength.
"I'll tell you how I got this if you tell me how one gets into a little skirmish with a bear." For the second time, she laughs- it's a quiet sound, underneath of which runs muted astonishment at the man's imagined feats.
It's certainly more interesting to imagine than the day she received her scar- she doesn't want to think about that again, but she will, to tell the story.
he chuckled lightly as she laughed. He had to think for a second, as it was a while since he willingly thought about the incident. The memory of that day as vivid and clear as the scar that resulted from it. "alright, fair enough." he said taking a deep breath and exhaling.
"It was when i was still living in Freljord. It was a very cold winter, and food was growing scarce. We had to start Hunting more dangerous prey to survive. Normally we wouldn't make a point to hunt bears, being that they are much more dangerous of course. But this time it was necessary to do so".
He sighed as he kept explaining it, the memory playing out in his mind as he continued "there was blizzard that day. It was convenient since it would be harder for our prey. Me and three others were running through the trees across the tundra of Frejlord, following a set of footprints. It was a large brown bear, the biggest i had seen since. We descended on it like a pack of wolves, quickly surrounding it. Even though there were the four of us, each armored in leather and swords, a bear that size would not go down easy. it aggressively swiped his paws and mouth as we each tried to swing at him with our swords."
He took another deep breath "one by one the savage bear killed us, bloodily clawing until i was the only one left. Both me and the bear were tired. One of us would have to go down, it was only a matter of who would make the mistake first. Time froze as the bear lunged at me, I narrowly avoided it, but not before it brutally maimed my arm. I had to suck up the pain for the moment, as it was just the opening for me to plunge my sword through its neck, severing its spine and killing it instantly."
The feeling in is eyes came back as he finished explaining "And thats how I got into a 'little skirmish' with a bear, and got the scar."
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 3, 2013 23:13:29 GMT -5
Behind his green eyes, she can see the memory playing out, supplemented by his words. She shivers, feeling the bite of Freljordian wind- her stomach is already empty, save for the alcohol, so it's not hard to imagine the hunger he was feeling as he and his companions stalked down the bear.
At his sigh, she squeezes his hands, hoping to bring him down to earth, but he continues to explain, lost in the memory. It sounded massive, bigger than any animal she'd ever seen. The men surrounding it looked as small as wolves next to a golem, the snarls on their faces speaking well to the metaphor. Their armor looked like simple cloth beneath the claws of the bear, and one by one, they fell.
The man before it was tired, panting softly, still in shock over the loss of his comrades, and he steps aside just in time- or so he thinks; his arm is open, spilling fresh blood onto the fresh snow. His sword severs its neck in a lucky strike between two vertebrae, and the beast falls.
When the story is over, she has to come out, as well; she was absorbed in her imagining of the tale.
"...hardly sounds little." Gently, her hand brushes over the place the scar starts at his wrist, the ragged lines of the bear's claws having left deep indentations there.
"My story, then?" She seems a little shell-shocked by proxy; her empathy is clear in the look on her face.
He smiled slightly as he felt her warm hands across his scarred arm. It was not often he could speak of his own tragedies, only to live with the only too real nightmares he occasionally had. He saw the expression of her face as he finished. She was likely as engrossed in it as he was.
He patted her hand before setting his hand over hers again. "Yeah sure. Take your time." he spoke, knowing that she was probably still in shock. he went back to rubbing his thumb over her hands, hoping it would comfort her at least a little.
She was becoming accustomed to the point of constant contact- a certain gratefulness for her natural warmth arises as she realizes how cold his hands might have made someone else.
"I... alright." With a slight movement against the table, she rucks up her sleeve, revealing the scar.
"When I was 14, I was in... a fairly expensive private school. My parents-" A moment of trepidation marks the pause. "-were both summoners, so they could afford it, and I hung around with a lot of kids who were in similar situations. They liked to go out and shoplift- y'know; it was fun, a quick thrill with little risk, and we didn't have to spend our marks to do it."
Her smile is half-shy, half-proud. "I got pretty good at it, so it became a habit, and I started to do it on my own. One day, I stole a bread roll- it was worth maybe a copper, maybe two, but the vendor had a mean streak a mile wide." There's another pause as she looks into the middle distance, her eyes suddenly years younger.
"He grabbed my wrist, and I- offered to screw him, if he'd let me go." The words clunk out of her mouth, awkwardly, her expression shifting to blank. "I don't know why. I thought it might help." The man's stinking breath in her face as he screamed at her- the word 'thief' wasn't anything she ever wanted to hear again, not in that tone. "After he took the bread from me, he took the cleaver off his belt and- brought it down. It got a good inch into me, but as he brought it down, something- came out, and the next thing I knew, he was smoking on the ground, and I was running."
She looks down at the deep line that's carved in her wrist, and the sharp scent of copper hits her nose. The bone's exposed, and it hurts so bad she can't tell if the bone is broken or not, but she runs, her heartbeat racing; she needs to get home. The blood runs hot over her hand, soaking it entirely- but the contact of his hands brings her down to earth again.
"That's all. My father healed it for me as soon as he opened the door."
Her lower lip catches on her teeth as she looks into his face, searching for his reaction.
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