Post by Talen Mythik Aureon Gale on Jul 2, 2014 23:44:33 GMT -6
Though she glanced where he indicted in the corner, there was a detached aspect to her gaze that indicated a preoccupied mind. What exactly distracted her he couldn't verify but a sneaking suspicion curled his mouth into a light smile. There was far too much relief generating from her at the offered escape for him to be entirely wrong. At least when she spoke this time, though, she kept her voice even and strong, infusing humor back into the conversation. It seemed she meant it as an insult by the marked condescension in her tone but it only inspired contemplation in him. Was he a flatterer? Of course. Was that a bad thing? Hardly. The ability to sweeten another's ear even when your tongue rots bitter from the taste is a skill few could truly wield. Too easily they became hindered by their own opinions and emotions. To remain unbiased was talent.
"Perhaps."
He admitted unabashedly, a slight nod in his head further affirming her accusation. His expression entirely solemn, he raised the thread of her hair he kept snagged in his fingers to his lips, lightly rubbing it along them to enjoy the sensation of heat and steel swathed in satin.
"In time, you might earn the truth."
His voice hinted that she may not want the truth while all the emphasis lurked on "earn" and the possibility of a future loomed. His eyes on her profile were hard and cold, devoid of any comforting warmth, but she failed to meet them and passed unscathed. By time she looked back, his irises had softened even if they maintained their serious edge.
It appeared he wasn't the only one with plans, he realized, as she continued her response. The more she rambled, the more certain he became that their fates were intertwined. Neither could achieve grandeur without at the very least meeting one another again... if not needing each other to get there.
"Knowledge I can get. Darkness I can give. At a price, of course... unless there is a reason I should provide it for free."
He continued to skirt the exact details of his scheme until he was certain her interest had been snagged but he certainly was making it clear that he was offering an exchange of services. The woman was intelligent--he knew she'd catch on.
The Fireborn's sudden defiance flared fire in his mind. As the heat burned through him, his features froze over, cerulean eyes becoming ice and a single eyebrow raising to become an arc of stone. The face would be accompanied very fittingly with excuse me? should he offer her any words but he did not dignify her rebellion with a single retort. Silence. The mercy of letting her fix her mistake. Luckily for her, she did so almost immediately, giving her name on a breathless melody that was clearly affected by his toxic displeasure.
"Akira."
He repeated, mulling it over, reinforcing that he now knew her identity. Letting her hear her name on his lips. There was no name returned to her. No, if she wanted his, she had to ask.
"Perhaps."
He admitted unabashedly, a slight nod in his head further affirming her accusation. His expression entirely solemn, he raised the thread of her hair he kept snagged in his fingers to his lips, lightly rubbing it along them to enjoy the sensation of heat and steel swathed in satin.
"In time, you might earn the truth."
His voice hinted that she may not want the truth while all the emphasis lurked on "earn" and the possibility of a future loomed. His eyes on her profile were hard and cold, devoid of any comforting warmth, but she failed to meet them and passed unscathed. By time she looked back, his irises had softened even if they maintained their serious edge.
It appeared he wasn't the only one with plans, he realized, as she continued her response. The more she rambled, the more certain he became that their fates were intertwined. Neither could achieve grandeur without at the very least meeting one another again... if not needing each other to get there.
"Knowledge I can get. Darkness I can give. At a price, of course... unless there is a reason I should provide it for free."
He continued to skirt the exact details of his scheme until he was certain her interest had been snagged but he certainly was making it clear that he was offering an exchange of services. The woman was intelligent--he knew she'd catch on.
The Fireborn's sudden defiance flared fire in his mind. As the heat burned through him, his features froze over, cerulean eyes becoming ice and a single eyebrow raising to become an arc of stone. The face would be accompanied very fittingly with excuse me? should he offer her any words but he did not dignify her rebellion with a single retort. Silence. The mercy of letting her fix her mistake. Luckily for her, she did so almost immediately, giving her name on a breathless melody that was clearly affected by his toxic displeasure.
"Akira."
He repeated, mulling it over, reinforcing that he now knew her identity. Letting her hear her name on his lips. There was no name returned to her. No, if she wanted his, she had to ask.
