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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 3:07 pm
This is a private role play thread for Elysia Kavanagh and Marushii. Please PM or ask in the main thread if you would like to join. heart
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 3:10 pm
Biwa had a bit of a suspicion forming that her cloth-bound journal was not, in fact, meant for drawing in. But she didn't have a proper sketchbook, so she continued sketching, quill scratching on the paper. She could have gotten graphite or charcoal, she reflected, but she rather liked the way ink looked on paper. It was definite, but still elegant. And with a slight tilt to her quill, she could change line width and curve.
She sat on a low wall, 'sketchbook' in her lap. She hummed as she drew the delicate tree growing nearby, oblivious to her surroundings.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 3:25 pm
He was lost, though he would never admit it -- retracing steps was child's play to him. Abacus paused in his wandering, examining his new surroundings. Everything seemed familiar, but at the same time it was completely new and... well, different. He didn't dwell too long on the feeling, casting it aside in favor of looking.
His attention was caught by the peculiar outfit that Biwa was wearing. Curious, he walked towards her, wondering if she'd let him take a picture. "Hello, beautiful day isn't it?" He asked as soon as he was a couple feet away.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 4:15 pm
"Aa-aah!" Biwa yelped, surprised. She looked over at him with wide eyes, immediately pressing fingers over her lips to stifle any other strange sounds.
"O-oh, hello," she said, softly, after she'd regained a bit of composure. She set her 'sketchbook' down, along with her quill, and quickly picked up her fan, opening it to hold before her mouth. It made her feel a little less self-conscious.
"Yes, ah, it is... isn't it..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 4:35 pm
Abacus jumped back, startled at her reaction. "Ah, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," he laughed, raising his hands up in surrender and taking a step back to give her a little more room. "I should have walked a bit louder."
He lowered his hands, blinking in surprise at her fan. Didn't he recognize that symbol? Yes! His was decorating his pant leg, though. Realizing that an awkward silence was forthcoming, Abacus cupped the bottom of his camera with his right hand. From there he moved into a bow, introducing himself. "My name is Abacus, and I have the pleasure of speaking to...?"
Maybe she didn't like this formal approach. Maybe this would embarrass her further. Either way, Abacus felt like trying it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 4:41 pm
Biwa moved her fan up a little more, until it was covering all of her face but her eyes, watching the boy carefully. "N-no, it's okay..." she murmured, then blushed slightly when he bowed. Astaroth had bowed, too, hadn't he?
She closed her fan, clasping it in both hands as she bowed low at the waist, nearly at a ninety degree angle. "My name is Biwa," she said, slowly straightening up and flicking open her fan again. She'd realized, near the end of her encounter with Arwen and Astaroth, that it was easier to hide behind her fan. She felt less exposed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 4:58 pm
Abacus straighted up and watched with envy at how deep she could bow. He made a note to try and do more exercises to get that flexible. Didn't a deeper bow mean more honor given to someone? Something like that.
"That's a pretty name," he commented, grinning and nodding towards her notebook. "I apologize for startling you earlier -- what were you working on?" Perhaps, if he could get her to talk a bit more about herself... Would that raise her defenses, or lower them? Abacus was torn between watching the movements of her fan, and the person behind it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:01 pm
Bowing that low just came naturally to Biwa. She never really thought about how far she bowed, or the fact that she didn't curtsy, or the fact that her bows were simple and straight, without the flourish she sometimes saw.
Her blush (which was, luckily, concealed by both fan and skin-tone) deepened a little at the compliment, and she used his question as an excuse to turn away and pad over to her sketchbook, still on the half wall.
"Aaah... I was drawing." She smiled slightly, tilting her fan so the curved edge touched just above her upper lip. "I was drawing that flowering tree over there." She picked up her sketchbook, looking at it a moment before holding it out for Abacus to see. She liked what she'd drawn. Maybe he would, too?
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:19 pm
Abacus watched her curiously, nodding and saying "Ah," in enlightenment. He took the sketchbook from her and studied it, looking from the sketch to the tree and back. "This is really good! The most I can manage is stick figures," he explained, offering her sketchbook back. "That's why I have this." He indicated his small camera, nearly loosing behind his gloved hand.
"This may sound a bit awkward, but..." He offered her a grin, holding up his camera. "May I take a picture of you standing in front of the tree you were drawing? I can make a double of it and give it to you, also."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:22 pm
Biwa bit her lower lip, smiling sheepishly. She was glad he liked it! She was! Even if her expression was rather subdued, still, and her fan hid most of it. And she was fine, simply watching intently as he showed her his camera, until...
Well, his request.
She blinked, ducking further behind her fan (which had begun to come down a little, revealing more of he face). "... A... a picture...? Of me...?" She toed the ground, nervously. "Why...?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:45 pm
Oops. Abacus kicked himself inwardly at her reaction to his request. He was left staring at confusion at the fan where Biwa was, trying to find his voice and reason everything out. "Well, of course you," he began, shifting his weight onto one foot. This was the first time he'd ever been rejected -- then again, when was the last time he asked for permission to take a picture? "If you don't want to, though," He added, a mocking threat to his voice, "I'll be asking you again and again each time I see you until I can get you to lower that fan so I can catch the real you."
He gestured to the tree and stopped, realizing that she probably couldn't see the gesture from behind the fan. "To be honest, I think the tree would make a beautiful backdrop and really bring you out, although..." He tilted his head to one side, a mischievous grin on his face, "I could take your picture right now, but I don't think it would look as good as one where you've lowered your fan."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:59 pm
Oh. Oh, but she was blushing, and squirming where she stood. The mocking threat drew a small, uncertain sound from her, and she peeked over the edge of the fan, like a frightened rabbit.
"B-but why?" she asked, again. He hadn't answered, after all. Why take a picture of her, and why be this adamant about it? 'Catch the real you'... what did that mean?
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 6:09 pm
Abacus winced softly at the sound she made -- now he'd done it. He turned away from her, looking towards the tree. He felt ashamed -- too caught up in his own personal interests, he misjudged how far and how much he could convince her.
"Well..." He began, unsure of himself. "I just... really like taking pictures. I thought that you with this tree would make a lovely photo, but I guess I've been pushing my opinions onto you. I guess... I'd really like to get a picture of you since I enjoy photography, but if you're not up to it, it's all right."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 6:11 pm
Biwa was silent for a moment, thinking, before she let the fan drop a little, tapping her upper lip with the edge of it. It was just like her art, right? She drew trees and flowers. And sometimes she asked permission, and sometimes she didn't.
And Abacus did seem so nervous and disappointed now...
"Aah... it's... it's fine. You can take my picture." She tilted her head slightly to the side, offering a tiny smile that curved a bit above the fan. "I just didn't know why you'd asked."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 6:17 pm
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain..." Abacus started, looking over at her and offering a shrug topped with a grin. "To be honest, I haven't seen that style of clothes before, and I just thought, 'Hey! That'd look really cool against some sort of flowering tree!' then as I came closer, I... I'm babbling, aren't I?" He laughed, ducking his head in embarrassment.
"I'll only take a picture if you're sure you're all right with it. I don't want to take it if you're uncomfortable."
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