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06-14-2015, 11:09 PM
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As was said, she was a lot like him. Her sweet smile and cutting words serving him back quickly the same cold dish he had given her. Did he really mind? Perhaps not really, especially as he felt so strangely at ease. This is a language he knew, a pace he could keep. It was not the serious laden emotions of before, but a forgetful never world, that could forget all the contexts that mattered. Of course that didn’t mean it was a cake walk. Her sigh and words cut right across him. A brow raises as she speaks out, but at the same time, his smile grows. How could he not enjoy it when she played with him so? She saw right through him, and didn’t even care. It softened the blow that he had indeed not hit a nerve. Or had he? The golden honestly could not tell, but with her sweet talking, being so refreshing and such a needed distraction, he did not care. He smiles through her entire spill. Though he does note more seriously that Majua had had a child he abandoned. It was long ago that he had seen the spotted creature at the murders, but such a fun day that had been, he remembered it fondly. Yet, it was once again, a bit of a disappointment to have it thrown out so frankly once more. Her sass though brought such humor though that it made it for it to this king upon his thrown. So with the same tone he nods and answers, “Very satisfied.” A bit rough in its snap, but overall, what could he say, she humored him. But he would not escape this conversation untouched either. She knew how to throw punches too, and knew right where to hit them. Head raises when she mentions his heart. He was waiting for the joke, the punch line, waiting for her sass to rise again and humor him more. But instead she steps closer. Earth eyes narrow slightly, and his head rises. And she smiles at him. Suddenly, he didn’t know where this was going anymore. She was revealing his thrown to be not but what she led him to believe, and it set him aside slightly. Closer and closer she steps. It was his turn to feel the unease but not let it show. Beyond the few signs he had first let slip, his smirk remains and he does not back. Perhaps that was only in the shock of what she was doing. They were having a nice time and all, but this was a leap. Was it on purpose? Was it a trick? The golden stands, in those rare moments confused. Of course, Sialia was a pretty thing. She was paying him a compliment? Vanity over his looks was ever present, but still there was some unease in this bold assertion. Her words, with the breath of them rolling her warm breath on his shoulder, seem to be a trick. He could play along. He had been teased by a lovely thing a time or two, he was a playful man. He wanted to be anyway. It had been so nice to speak of his heart and not care, why should a touch be any different? So he leans in to her, pushing himself, to mask is real confusions. But his hide betrays him. As her maw brushes him, it flinches. It was so rarely touched, so rarely required to be under control that it was little in his power to still. But after it flinches it stills, and he is quick to spin his own side of this game. His own crowned head finally slides to her, brushing, if she would let it her side. His words, careful to copy her own seducing tones whisper out. “Hmmm, so are you…” Head raises to her back, letting it brush along her spine if she would let it. “More than I gave you credit for.” Lies, all lies. But oh didn’t it feel good to let them mean nothing? Well…sort of. Now, here standing touching it was getting harder to keep it up. His precarious separation with what came before most trickily maintained. In a need to make it more real, to take control of where this was going again he lowered his head. Letting it rest, if she allowed, on her spine, the full weight of it. Then with a deep inhale, he lets a long sigh roll out. Trying his best to play cool. Trying his best to hide how difficult that had become. "Speech" Tag;;@[Sialia] Ohh this is interesting! =D OOC;; Wardrobe;; Golden cloak, circlet, armband, hawk charm, satchel (polearm, dagger Identities;; Ampere, Cashmere |
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