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06-12-2015, 09:44 PM
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Thranduil
Let’s be honest. The golden loved to talk, to tell a tall tale, or a whispered secret. So to see him leaning against his tree, waiting, wanting, listening, for another’s opinion, was very strange indeed. Perhaps if the girl before him knew the golden better she would be impressed herself. Impressed that the golden was giving a complement. Her opinion was worth hearing. Worth making room for. Even though his tired body protested even more, the golden stands his ground, or rather now leans against the shredded tree, to listen with a devil of a smile on. It turns out though, now back to facing her and seeing her full expression, he was most unrewarded. The curl of that vicious grin falling slightly. She was deep in thought again. A long sigh rattles through his lips to see it. Though thinking through thoughts was indeed suggested, there was also a certain tact for answering in timely manners. And even if you didn’t know the answer there was always a bit of fun in making them up. Shifting in his place the golden waits, watching with a lazy notion her still and silent thought. Then the girl does a most funny thing. She looks up and at him, but to him, at him. Twin horned head tilts, waiting, curious. What was her mind thinking? The golden could have little guess. While he thought he knew the straight forward no nonsense girl, all this waiting and thinking didn’t fit his picture of her. And why was she looking at him, her eyes moving over his body. The golden was rarely ever shy to another’s gaze, but truth be told, to have her stare upon him made that tasseled tail flick at his hocks. What was she getting at? What was she trying to see? The raven then steps forward. The spell which wrapped her in the nature fell away and he saw her form more clearly, but didn’t clear his thoughts. Still she seemed to search. She was looking for something. The golden began to wonder, had he actually affected her? He had not thought of it in so many moments for it seemed, to him to be so impossible that her feelings could be tampered with. Did she even think of such things? Yet, here she was, confused, and trying to return the favor? Or failing? Or confused? Clearly something had been affected. Something had been awoken that he hadn’t anticipated. Despite a most confusing awkward moment, the golden remains still, with his body slumped against the tree. He was now considering the most curious state of the girl. In the end, he was a little disappointed. Not of course in his skill. Of that he was most impressed to have made some effect on even her. It had not been at all his intention. He had thought the move would be taken as a joke. She would find humor in him even trying to get to her. Clearly more was left unexplored in her than the golden thought, if she was confused by this even small moment. The fact that she was letting it do so to her, did dampen his mood. The wide grin now settled to one of mild satisfaction. He had after all managed to touch what he thought to be the untouchable. Then she speaks one little word. How. Despite his disappoint in her inability to explore the more physical needs of her body, the golden laughed. For in the end, it was his most favorite thing to see the stumped look of faces. To see them come to realize they were not immune. To have then see just a glimmer of his touch and wonder at its effects on them. Though for a moment he is silent, looking at her waiting. He had up to this point, let himself give all the information she asked, or that arose. That was a great deal of trade secrets mind you. Many of it he hadn’t spoken in years for lack of a horse who understood it. Now though, with the train of the conversation halted through realizations and pauses, he thinks more deeply on what it meant to tell her. Of all the skills, this was the most valuable. To pass it along, felt more like an exposure of a secret, something his was puzzled on whether to do. Let it not be forgotten she was close to him as well. Though the golden always gave touches, receiving them was, less than standard procedure. But he was a good liar. Any tension brought by her closer presence, and there was in fact a little, was masked, and swept out through his twitching tail. She had asked a question though, and it was now his call to answer. Did he even have an answer? For the first time in the conversation he golden was stuck, pausing in searching for an answer. How had he first learned that his body held sway of mares? It took him to places he did not wish to go and so quickly the golden returned to this place, without a lesson ready. His eyes going to hers masked with calm. Finally he settled on a turn of phrase that would give him the satisfaction of answer, without really answering. Always a favorite answer. “Unlike the mind Raven, the body speaks a completely different language.” He pauses, and looks her own body, eyes glance over her winged sides and rust and earth dustings. “A language with a different purpose, and one more open to interception.” The earth eyes looks back to hers. Pausing as he thought over his own words. For once not really sure if he was satisfied with them. He wanted to be off that topic, to move on. He had so been enjoying their conversation before. This discussion of body language, though he knew it well, was not as explored. Perhaps, though he would not say it, because even he could be manipulated by it, a fact he did not enjoy. So to move it on, to press the issues back to her, he tilts his crowned head with a smile. “Why?” "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Isopia] |
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