Aurora Basin.
Back to the mountains, then. Inwardly, he sighed. A big fat beach with nice shady palm trees and ladies in coconut bras sounded absolutely stupendous, but in his heart, he knew he would never fit that picture. He lacked the 16 hh criteria of beach boys, and for that matter, his pecs weren't all that impressive either. Not to mention, in hot weather his hair had an outrageous tendency to deflate in a miserable sort of way, and worst of all, he sweated buckets. I don't do well in the heat anyway, he told himself sternly as every step towards the place of "some elements of danger" took him away from promised paradise and exotic island women with flowers in their hair.
Although he had minimal experience with the opposite gender, he was pretty sure girls weren't really into sweaty bros. They liked pale, brooding vampire boys with astonishing blue eyes and hair that flowed majestically even when there wasn't a breeze. d'Aramitz glanced sullenly at the pale beast striding elegantly through the snow beside him, while Mitz all but huffed and puffed the big bad wolf himself away as he struggled through the towering mounds. The man didn't exactly look like a vampire, per se, but you could never be too careful. Best keep an eye on that one. He edged towards Lena in a very casual manner, listening to her chatter about their destination. Her sudden question caught him rather off guard, but he didn't skip a beat.
Did he long for a challenge?
Hell no, lady. The question almost made him snort with laughter, but that was probably an unseemly thing to do in the company of a such a fashionable lady and lord. His eyes watered and stung as he swallowed the laugh painfully. He considered her question for a brief moment, uncomfortably aware of her bold eyes fixed on him expectantly. His whole life had been one giantass challenge, and he was bloody sick of it all, to be honest. But he couldn't very well blurt that out, could he? His skin grew hot under her twinkly-eyed gaze, and he could feel himself growing flustered. Her smile was very bright and distracting as well (it sort of blinded him, to be honest); he wished she would stop doing it so he could focus on a proper, gentleman-like answer instead of worrying about running headlong into a tree.
What would Déodat say? Something intelligent with large words to befuddle the lesser folk, no doubt. Most times, the great meathead didn't have to say anything at all and the ladies automatically still swooned. d'Aramitz supposed it was a tall, dark, and handsome sort of thing. If only he were a little taller...
"No...no, not particularly," he said cheerfully, absentmindedly wondering if the women where they were going wore fur bikinis. "Why do you ask?" You great, bumbling idiot. He smacked himself mentally. Clearing his throat quickly (in a manly fashion, of course), he blundered on full speed ahead: "That is to say, yes, challenges are most relishable." Was relishable a word? It sounded more like a vegetable to Mitz, but then again, most big words sounded edible. "And danger is my middle name, my lady."
Blue Danger Duck.
Good gods, no wonder Mauja was pretending that he didn't exist.
He suffered in silence the rest of the way to the Basin and refused to answer any more questions, lest he embarrass both himself and Mauja--again.
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