|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:30 pm
Winter being over meant Aventine could get out a little more; without the frequent snows and harsh winds, she didn't have to worry about freezing her a** off in her little shorts. Not that she had actually been the most proactive; she was still spending way too many nights inside, lounging with her dog, watching movies. Eating.
So much eating.
But now, she was free.
Free to roam the park, free to prance in her pink, free to—what was that, was that someone else on her turf?
An aura—at least as strong as her—was in the area, and was too close for her not to have noticed. She didn't even have to debate if she was going to check it out; she was curious and was going to stick her nose in this other person's business for wandering into her area. Even though she'd basically been neglecting it for a while and it probably needed someone more diligent.
She shoved the last of her fries in her mouth—because, she did bring french fries with her out on her patrol—and then trotted over. From behind, she could see a few pretty colors—and such gorgeous, long hair.
…Ah, damn, how could she be mad at someone when their hair was so pretty? She had to ask them how they did it. "Hey, beautiful!" she called, trying to sound friendly as she continued to approach from behind. "Yoo-hoo, hi! Can I nab you for a sec?"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:15 pm
Whisler was starting to really crack down on himself when it came to patrolling, and tonight. Well. Tonight here he was! Out and about, fresh as a daisy. The squire had felt someone nearby, but didn’t really want to bother them…though when he was called beautiful, the male stopped, pausing for a moment.
Sure he had pretty hair, and sure he had a very purple outfit…but did this girl actually think he was a girl too? Oh boy. Was that ever embarrassing.
For a moment, the squire debated on turning around, though finally he obliged, giving a grin. “Yoo-hoo yourself.” Oh. Oh yeah. This was worth turning around for.
Whisler grinned, holding out a hand. “My lady, I think you have it all wrong. You’re the one who’s beautiful, not me. Unless, of course that voice didn’t come from you, but rather from someone else, about you.” He winked, grinning slightly. She was a fellow knight. He was more than allowed to flirt. It was part of who he was.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:31 pm
The confusion registered on Aventine's face immediately; she wore an expression of shock and mild horror—and not just because she'd confused this man for a girl. She was so surprised that she couldn’t even feel properly flattered at his compliment and after a quick glance from his hand to his face, she just blinked.
That was not a face she had forgotten. But everything else? Everything else was not what it was supposed to be.
Different clothes. Different rank. Different side.
"Wait," she said, brows knitting in confusion. "Wait, what is this? Mariposite, what the hell happened to that little suit you had on? Where's your ribbon? Don't think just because you changed your clothes that means I'm going to forgive you for your wandering hands," she huffed, hands curling into fists. "Did you come back so I could repay you for all the trouble last time?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:38 pm
His smile faltered for a moment, then came back, then fell again, confusion taking its place.
Had he ever met this girl before? He didn’t…well. Maybe he had and it was wiped from his mind the same as all of the other things he did…well. That was a shame…because from what she was saying, he at least had used his meeting her to his advantage. Oh well.
“I uh. I apologize for whatever happened last time I suppose, but I have to say…Mariposite isn’t a name that I’m familiar with. I’m Whisler, Squire of Polaris, and despite you…well.” Whisler sighed, shrugging finally. “I don’t remember you. Sorry. I don’t remember anything from before I became...well. Me. So. If I copped a feel on you, I suppose I should apologize, but honestly, It was worth it, I bet. You are terribly attractive, and I’m sure if I had the chance I would do it again.”
The squire shrugged. “So um. Who are you?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 12:29 am
Aventine blinked. "Wait," she said after a few seconds.
"Wait, you don't remember…How is that possible?"
She wracked her brain for a moment, though she seemed to be struggling with making sense of anything, and she couldn’t even think to be flattered or to chastise him. She was too caught up on how he could have forgotten. And how he could have changed like this.
"I'm Aventine," she said, blinking slowly, trying to gauge if the name meant anything. "We met once before? You had a little ribbon…thing. Wore a lot of purple? You punched me like, right in the boob," she said, pointing to the previously offended area for more effect. "If you don't remember that…well, what do you remember?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 5:41 pm
Whisler listened to the girl—Aventine and gave a small sigh. None of this was ringing any sort of bells at all, though…when she mentioned that he had punched her in the boob, he gave a little grin, shaking his head. “I really think I would have remembered a beautiful girl like you, honest, but…maybe if I just…” He reached out a hand, placing it against her chest and giving a squeeze, nodding and giving a satisfied look.
“Seriously, Aventine. I think I would have remembered these. You are smoking hot. If you don’t mind my saying.”
To tell the truth, he was expecting her to punch him…but hey. That was a perfect opening…and he couldn’t just…let it go. He had to just…do it. So he did. Yolo.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 6:20 pm
For a long moment, Aventine just stared at the Squire in front of her. She blinked, slowly, and her gaze drifted from his face, to his hand, and back to his face.
Her hand clenched into a fist, as though she were going to punch him, and through sheer willpower alone she managed to unclench it and take a calming breath. "Yeah," she drawled, "I'm gonna have to ask you to move your hand before I know you upside the head. So you'd better move your hand before you think about squeezing or I'm gonna drop kick you to the ground. So there's your warning, and while I appreciate the compliment, I am going to kick your a**. So back off, buddy, and go back to admiring me from afar, okay? Can we do that, handsome?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 6:27 pm
Whisler grinned. Oh he liked this one. Very much liked her. “Okay, okay, okay! You mentioned that I did it once before, and I just wanted to see if it triggered any spectacular recollections of you and I. Sadly, It really didn’t work…but you have a great rack.”
His grin faded slightly and he sighed. “I didn’t hurt you or anything though, did I? Was I a royal jerk? If I was, I am sorry. I have no idea what I did or why I did it…it’s all just a big…dark spot in my head you know? Like I drank too much and blacked out…but it’s quite a lot of blacking out…months of it…but...”
He shrugged. “I’m working the best I can to become who I am now and not dwell on who I was. So if you want to hold a grudge against my hand meeting with your boob, do it based on this…not based on that. If you’d be so kind.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 6:39 pm
Aventine looked at the man for a while and then sighed, taking a step back and crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered. "It's hard to be mad at you when you're so nice. I mean," she sighed and tucked some hair behind her ear before looking back up at the man. "You must have a lot of experience with that boob fondling. It wasn't entirely awful. But I'll still hit you if you try to do it again. I mean, back when I met you at first…"
She trailed off, pondering the experience they'd had when they first met. "I don't know, I guess thinking back on it, you didn't really treat it seriously. You weren't out for blood, you were just sort of…out. I mean. I guess I can…try to do a fresh start. You're not like, just spying on everyone now and going to flop back over to the Negaverse and rat everyone out, right? This is for real, seriously? Forever?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 7:43 pm
Whisler gave Aventine a look and gave a small grin. “Why would I ever want to go back to them, when I can’t remember a thing about being with them in the first place. In the second place…I like you and your nice rack, so why would I want to leave that either?” He made a grabbing hand gesture and laughed. “This is a real thing. Like…a forever thing. I started my life over, and I don’t ever want that to have to happen again…it’s been hard…I don’t like not being able to be who I was before…”
He paused. “Though…I guess it gives me a new start to flirt with the girls that rejected me, so that’s one way to look at it. And I started cooking school…so it hasn’t been terrible. Just difficult. But don’t worry, Aventine…I’m never going back to them. Never ever.” The squire tipped his fluffy hat and laughed. “We can be friends now, and if you ever want to come to my place to just chill, I’ll cook us dinner. I’m a pretty good cook.”
No lady could resist a guy who cooked. That much was for sure.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 8:01 pm
Aventine huffed. How could she resist a man who cooked?
"Whatever, Nega boy. I guess I can give you a second chance." Hoooly hell, especially if there were burritos involved. Or any free food in general. As long as he was halfway decent, she wouldn't mind a change from her microwaved meals or fast food. "Maybe you can show me a few things in the kitchen. I'm a bit of a chef myself," she said, seeming quite proud of herself.
"And I suppose it wouldn't be very fair of me to judge you based on whatever the Negaverse puts you through. So I'd like to see you, get to know you. Without all that, you know. Evil stuff they put in you. I guess…I wanted to meet new knights and," she leaned back, stroking her chin.
"Technically you count as a new knight."
But could she trust him?
He didn't seem like he was lying, and she wanted to give him a chance…
Ah, what the hell. She wasn't going to let this war turn her into some jaded shrew.
She finally nodded, firmly. "All right, sure. Let's do it. I mean, not right now obviously, but in the future? —Yeah. I'm in. Just to chill, though. No hanky-panky. Deal?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 8:09 pm
By the end of everything she was saying, Whisler was grinning broadly and even chuckling. Oh this girl was a firecracker all right. He reached out and took her hand, swiftly kissing the back of it, his purple eyes locking with her emerald ones. “Of course not, my dear. No hanky-panky of course. Unless you want it, that is.”
He stood up and gave a little wave. “I suppose I should be on my way, then. But…we’ll have to do dinner soon…and Aventine…I’m telling you right now. When you taste my food…well. You’ll want it.”
Whisler winked and began walking away, grinning as he did so. Oh flirting was just the best thing ever. And it was just so easy, and he was so damn good at it. What a good night it had been. Even if he hadn't remembered her...he was in the position to make all new memories, and that had the ability to be better than the old ones he had to leave behind.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 8:15 pm
Aventine's ears were burning by the time Whisler turned around and she hastily retracted her hand to her chest when he wasn't looking. She very much wanted to reply with some sassy retort but found herself instead entranced by his buttocks.
Or—no, wait, his hair. Just his hair, which just so happened to be so close to his very nicely shaped a**, and that was the only reason at all why her eyes were even in the area.
The only reason.
And his hair looked so nice that she couldn't help but stare for just a few extra seconds. She had to force herself to turn away, and when she did so she had to force herself to head off in the other direction.
She could only hope he cooked as well as he charmed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
