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08-12-2015, 02:58 PM
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Thranduil
Well it could have been worse. She could have been a big ass dude, or an ugly old lady. She was in fact, neither. Very much neither. His smile rises to match hers, not minding as her eyes search over him. He was used to that, as all handsome vain stallions are. Tangere though was a name he had not heard before. The gold drops her gaze and moves into the water. He wasn’t all together impressed until she volunteered his name for him. He stops then and with a wide grin looks back at her. “Indeed.” It came out like a whisper, as he turned away and wandered in further. The hot water washed over his cold skin, warming him down to the bone, and washing away the strain of the day. The steam warmed the rest of him, curling around his body and caressing it with soft moist glances. Her voice picks up again, and harks lazily move back to her. The question though breaks the moonlight magic. Head rises, and while the smile is still there, his eyes have reverted to the deadened cold they were before. “Like royalty” The sarcastic phrase slipped out. She was there at the meeting, she had seen what happened, and the stone cold of his chest awoke against the hot springs. He turns away as she speaks up again, but this time he does not turn around. At hearing her chuckle, he returns it distantly. Inside though he was curious. How did she know of Deimos. The dark lord kept his distance from others, and only one who knew him close could gain something more than a terrifying stare. But perhaps she was guessing, bluffing, and putting on the little she knew. Curious though. This relaxing dip in the springs was turning to much less pleasurable experience. “Is that so…” he lets it trail off as he continues to move into the water. Let it excuse he lost thoughts. When he turns around in the depths of the water to face her he is still wearing a smirk, but it is much calmer. Did he wonder why she smiled at him so slap happy? Not really no. So many of the ladies did he rarely even gave those looks a second insight. Still he wanted to move on. “So you’re not new around here. What finds you here so late in the night?” The gold settles in, letting his body sag in the warmth. But his first peace was broken now, and there was still a tension in his eyes, hidden in the shadows of the night. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @Tangere Wardrobe:: Wolf cloak, circlet Identities:: Ampere, Cashmere |
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