- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Weekends
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
Perhaps she has said too much, but there is no time to take back her words. Instead, she finds herself distracted suddenly by how close she has brought them without trying. This had been the distance where she'd wanted to flee and escape his embrace, but this time, she does not. As his hand wraps around hers, her fingers tense, but she doesn't pull away. Her glove presses to his armor, the cold penetrating the cloth. However, his hand is warm, far warmer than she remembers it being before. He promises that he would not tell another soul about her past, and, for some reason, it makes her smile. It's the slight curve of lips from before, but it's still there. His pledge means he believes her, though she has not lied.
She feels his fingers tighten over her own, but she does not stop the pressure. It's... welcome, in a way, she realizes, and it's startling. How one man could do so much to her in so little time is astonishing, but then again, the way she presented herself, it was almost a challenge, one that he'd accepted. He has not defeated her, but defeat is not his purpose, and that is something she knows now. As he finally makes eye contact with her, her hand twists and actually grips his, fingers folding over the back of his hand. He repeats her words and her motion, leaving her to hold the stick one handed. One end thumps into the dirt, shaking the peaceful serenity from their closeness. The noise brings her back and she blinks, finding her cheeks redden as she looks down at the stick. "We... We should practice now," she says, hefting the stick up so he can take it. Carefully, she extracts her hand from his, remembering that his armor is still on. "Do you still need help to take this off and hide it? I could show you some ways to obscure it even from people who might be looking nearby."
Why is she so bothered by him now? No, it's not bothersome to have him around. She finds herself flustered when normally she was composed. However, much has changed between them, and what has passed cannot be forgotten. It's strange, being so close to someone, particularly a man. Then again, she was never close to any women either. She has kept her personal relationships to an absolute minimum, a necessity after the bandit attack that robbed her of her mother, the mages that let her father die, and the other generally despicable people that have treated her horribly. But Arean is like none of those people, and she doesn't mind it. She makes a silent decision then, and it's to let their partnership bud into a friendship, for it's nothing like she's had before.
She feels his fingers tighten over her own, but she does not stop the pressure. It's... welcome, in a way, she realizes, and it's startling. How one man could do so much to her in so little time is astonishing, but then again, the way she presented herself, it was almost a challenge, one that he'd accepted. He has not defeated her, but defeat is not his purpose, and that is something she knows now. As he finally makes eye contact with her, her hand twists and actually grips his, fingers folding over the back of his hand. He repeats her words and her motion, leaving her to hold the stick one handed. One end thumps into the dirt, shaking the peaceful serenity from their closeness. The noise brings her back and she blinks, finding her cheeks redden as she looks down at the stick. "We... We should practice now," she says, hefting the stick up so he can take it. Carefully, she extracts her hand from his, remembering that his armor is still on. "Do you still need help to take this off and hide it? I could show you some ways to obscure it even from people who might be looking nearby."
Why is she so bothered by him now? No, it's not bothersome to have him around. She finds herself flustered when normally she was composed. However, much has changed between them, and what has passed cannot be forgotten. It's strange, being so close to someone, particularly a man. Then again, she was never close to any women either. She has kept her personal relationships to an absolute minimum, a necessity after the bandit attack that robbed her of her mother, the mages that let her father die, and the other generally despicable people that have treated her horribly. But Arean is like none of those people, and she doesn't mind it. She makes a silent decision then, and it's to let their partnership bud into a friendship, for it's nothing like she's had before.