Feralis did not have to wait long for the feline to return.The first hint Feralis had to the presence of another outside the room was the sound of a small click just outside the open door. Whether it was to the left or right of the door he was not entirely sure, but seeing nothing move on his end he would always assume the worst. If you were always alert in a hunt, you survived more of them. Even with his sense not as strong as in wolf form he tried to keep them alert as he kept his head still bowed, though due to the smell of this den his sense of smell was not at its greatest with the mixture of scents. It was then that he heard the person enter, eyes looking briefly towards them from his peripheral. All he needed to confirm his suspicions, besides the very feminine voice asking why he was here, was the poofed up tail. Slowly, Feralis would raise his head and would look directly towards the figure, arms still crossed and still leaning against the far wall as he let out a growl and bared his teeth.
"Where is-" He would begin to say but cut off as he heard the sound of pounding footsteps and then the sudden appearance of another feline as she crashed into the door. Confusion evidenced on his face, he would tilt his head slightly curiously at this new arrival...and see the wolf he had been smelling. It looked to only be a pup at most, yet seemed to be acting to protect her...Before he could try asking again, the feline coughed and then...twirled? Making a peace sign with her fingers as she stuck out her right arm towards him. The motion itself was... 'Whats going on...Am i dreaming...Did I fall asleep again...How do I wake up.' Feralis thought to himself, things seeming far too surreal currently. It only got worse for his mind to process as she calls herself Princess Nova and asks if he is friend or foe. 'I know cats act like royalty...but do they actually have royalty? What has the world come to...' He thought to himself. Even the wolf pup seemed a little off put by this statement.
Visibly shaking his head as if he was trying to knock something off of it, he would look incredulously to the other feline for a moment before back to the last one who spoke. He would move off from leaning on the wall, arms still crossed as he did so until he spoke. "That all depends on him." Feralis would merely say, pointing straight at Noah. Feralis would not bother answering any other questions currently as he would begin to bark and shift as his ears and tail would move a little as he spoke. While unintelligible to others, Noah would understand what he was saying. "Are you a pet or is the cat yours? Which pack were you taken away from?" It was all Feralis needed to know. If he answered pet, then Feralis knew he was a slave and would act accordingly. If he answered the other, then he would have an answer for Nova. Depending on pack as well would determine his response, as if he were from his own he may desire to take him back. He had heard of no pups ever stolen by humans but he hadn't been there long. He would, while waiting for a response, look back up to the other two and speak normally.
"I smelled a wolf scent mixed in with felines. I have to make sure its by his will...though where is the male feline? I recognize her scent, its mixed in with the wolfs...but I don't recognize yours." He would say as he pointed towards Nova first then Ivory. He could smell the heavy male scent from earlier coming from that one, but they looked female and even sounded like one. Trying to think of why he would have that scent...Realization suddenly reached Feralis. "Where is your mate? I can smell his scent on you as it masks yours." Feralis would say, still gesturing to Ivory. He legitimately believed Ivory to be a female, evidence in his voice as well. Had they been in the open air, he may have considered him to be a male...but in this narrow confines with all their den scents he assumed it was residual from the actual male. Out of all of them, the unnamed female seemed the most aggressive as Feralis' tail stayed raised up waiting to see if anything came of it.
Ivory would look at Nova for a moment. Why the hell would she do a pose? Wait, was she entranced by him? They had been getting close lately, and he needed to protect his clan member, even if he purposefully hadn't answered her question about officially joining her pack. He was still thinking about it, because he was very much a mountain person, and not really good in forests. That was getting off topic.
Then the words were said. Ivory was very much a male. His cheeks would turn red with anger. "I am a male!" Ivory would say out loud. He couldn't help the fact that he looked almost like a female. He also couldn't help the breathlessness and high pitched it was. "I have no mate! I am the male in the room." He would then take off his suit jacket as he was ready to pounce the man in the room.
However, as Ivory went to take off his jacket, the claws stuck into it, impaling it on his claws. He would then shake the coat off his claws. "Damn it, that was a good jacket!" He would exclaim, throwing his jacket on the ground. "You want to go?"
With the new guy already stomping on toes Jessica sighed. She jumped down from her bunk. "Show some respect, seriously Ivory has more than earned it with the s**t that’s gone down." She looked to Nova whose jaw looked like it hit the floor. "Nova pick that up." She looked back to Feralis, hands on her hips. "Look I’d let it slide. I can’t speak for everyone. We're a unit and a family. Show respect and you'll get respect. You aren’t better than anyone else."
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When the door creaked open, a very faint glimpse of something floating in Jentel's open palm. He was standing in the furthest-most center of the room, nearest the shelf beneath the large window which shone in the light to fill the corners of this hovel of theirs. Although in the moment she fully entered the glowing orb was swept away. There were many implications as to what memory it was but without a clear look it was uncertain, though it was likely a recap of the recent events that had unfurled in the arena's hallway, still it being swept away as oppose to crushed implied it still existed, whatever memory it was. However, as he came to fully recognize Daenery's presence his demeanor was somewhat off when compared to earlier. He seemed a lot more grounded than before, he answered her question though it was said in such an off putting juxtaposition to how he was feeling earlier that is may have been unsettling, in short there was certainly something 'off' about his response. "Of course I'm well Madame Daenery's why would I not." He'd then turn to face the window as he shut the curtains dimming the room. The shelf primarily contained the teams belongings, Jentel had made certain to reserve the corner in which was closest to his bed. He had immediately begun rustling in one of his bags. Facing away from Daenery's as if he could not look at her. However, what he proposed next implied opposite that he'd much rather she leave him alone and that it seemed he wanted her to stay.
"The survival class was quite rough on your hands was it not? Perhaps you've time for a mani-pedi? Ah, but Madame Feng and Ulysses are are waiting at the arena aren't they? There was an intent to train as a team today, I suppose it slipped my mind. Perhaps simply the mani then. You did chase me down after all and what with likely going back removing one's footwear would be tedious only to put back on later, and a time consuming venture. Perhaps it best you return to their side. Although I happened to procure the following polishes." Removing each individually from the bag he'd still refuse to look at Daenery's even if she was starting to move closer. Seafoam green, violet with sparkles like stars, and a vibrant hot pink. The bag would then slowly be zipped up. "Ah but if there's no need, by all means, I'll join you and the others shortly." He said it with an air of confidence but as before it too sounded 'off' in fact in short Jentel was simply 'off' im general. While the dormitory did provide Jentel solace. There was something else that made him more comfortable. That of course was doing something for someone else. Like a hairdresser and his clients Jentel was the type to open up in situations where in he'd often fill the silence of servitude with his thoughts. The longer the servitude the more likely the more one would hear. It begged the question whether or not this was his attempt at trying to express himself through the only means he found it easiest to do so. Whether Daenerys would pick this up and yield to the possibility was up to her.
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”
Upon entering the room, ameythis hues were met with that of the irridesant glow of what she recognized very clearly to be one of Jentel's orbs. A memory. She watched it for the brief moment it hovered in the air with an awe-like wonder. It was still a mesmerizing sight to her. Likely it would remain that way, no matter how many times she saw the glowing balls ot light that contained such precious thoughts. While his semblance may not have been particularly combative, Dani was enthralled by it just the same. It was unique, beautiful even. To be able to harness a concept such as memory. To be able to save them, cherish them, play them back... even erase them as she had once bore witness to. That first day back in the cafeteria, before fate would have brought him to her table and what an odd twist of fate it was, with the events that occurred next.
Despite her lingering gaze, the orb was distinguished nearly the moment she walked in the room. He spoke words of assurance, but Daenerys felt no relief from them. "Well um... you ran off so suddenly... I was worried." There was something very off about his tone and the way he dismissed the events that had just happened made her wonder for just a moment if he had shattered this memory just like he had the one of Ren in the cafeteria. It just... didn't make sense. After he destroyed the memories of the events back in the cafeteria, he had returned to his normal self with no recollection of it all. If he had really destroyed the memory... he wouldn't be acting so strange. There must have been something weighing on his mind, but the way he refused to even look at her made her think he might not want her here at all.
The anxiety of that thought was alleviated in the next stream of words to leave his mouth. His request might have seemed an odd one, but Dani had picked up on these little quirks of his. Helping others, even just the little things like this, made him feel better. The tiny girl coukdn't help but feel he needed it. There was something entirely off about him, something not right... but he seemed no more willing to address it than he was to look at her. She knew Feng was waiting for them... but this felt more important. They had all day to train. Dani wouldn't leave Jentwl alone to handle why ever omens were haunting his mind. She wanted to hell, even if that meant letting him paint her nails. Besides, maybe if she sat with him long enough. They could ease into whatever it was that was bothering him so much.
"Yes... we had training and they're both waiting..." She started, voice still soft but somehow less timid. Whether that be due to her company or that fact she was in the safety of their dorm was hard to say. "But, I don't think they'll mind waiting a while longer. We'll just give the. A headstart." She said, a small smile upon her lips. He wouldn't see it as he was facing away form her. But it could be heard in the tone of her voice. Reaching around him, she pointed to one of the bottles of nail polish. The seafoam green. The color sung to her heart, reminding her of home. It was bitter-sweet, memories both pleasant and tragic. Yet, it reminded her of the ocean and that always made her happy.
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"An excellent choice." Jentel would go on to say as he'd then move to his vanity in the corner of the room. It was strange to believe a man would would have a vanity in his possession and it was more than likely anyone who ever came to visit the room assumed it was one of the girls but his initials were carved in its side. He would pull up the chair which carrier a slight height advantage over the stool in which he would sit. He would sit upon said stool and invite Daenery's to sit in the chair opposite of him as he'd begin preparing the tools of the trade. He would then depart to the restroom in which he'd produce some water contain an anti-bacterial citrus extract in which for Daenery's to soak her fingertips where in he would then leave again to the restroom.
From here his voice would echo to where Daenery's was sitting due to the acoustic nature of the restroom. "I suppose I should apologize madame Daenery's all is not well with my person though I'd have preferred not to say as I had no desire to bring the team down as it were. In fact if I were being honest there is a tidy sum of things that have been weighing on me recently since I took your words to heart." The words to heart he was referring to were in fact Daenery's opinion in regards to keeping memories, even the bad ones. It was to be believed Daenerys could deduce this though not entirely certain if she took the words and interpreted them as she was the main reason why Jentel was having these problems with his feelings. Jentel himself currently was sounding incredibly formal as he usually did in servitude.
Exiting the restroom he would present Daenery's with a hand towel in which to dry her nails and fingers. Which after he would then kindly and gently ask for her left hand. As he would then tend to her cuticles and clean them of any debris or residue from old polishes before moving on to applying the clear coat to her left hand. He worked meticulously like those in professional nail salons, and he spoke from here on in a manner that seemed less formal and more expressive. Which was uncharacteristic in this instance as it had never happened before in the past. "I guess the first thing that I would like to get off my chest. Is that I never truly apologized for abandoning you and feng at the beach that day. It was, it just seemed so sudden, had you not said someone had desired you make the purchase for me as oppose to saying you purchased it yourself, I wouldn't have searched for the young master so vehemently. Oh...pardon. I'm not implying its your fault. I never should have left you to begin with...so firstly I am sorry for that." having prepped the left hand with clear coat he'd request the other and continue. Making certain to have attempted to ease any blame on herself Daenerys may have been feeling at the time.
"Secondly, that created the realization the young master has been in continual contact with you. I know this is somewhat petty of me but I cannot help but be jealous. As he hasn't so much as even replied once to my messages." Finishing the second clear coat he would request for her left hand once more now that it was to be assumed the first clear coat had dried. He would then begin the application of the sea foam green polish, the sheen of the new coat causing Daenery's reflection to look back at her with each nail he finished. "I suppose in short, I envy you immensely for this." Jentel's obsession with his master shone just as her nails. As he started on the other hand. There was a slight twinge of...was it anger in the next stroke of the tiny brush? In his last statement. She likely didn't know the severity of her slip of the tongue back at the beach in stating some outside force desired someone purchase him the suit. Rationally the only person he could ever think who'd desire such a thing was his master. Unless Daenery's told him otherwise right now. But for that to happen she would have to lie. However, opening up in this manner to her, even if it required servitude, he would likely believe whatever she'd say whole heartedly.
Almost finished now, "Ah, but please don't blame yourself, for this or believe that I am upset with you, after all its a silly thing isn't it. He desires to speak with you, it is not as though you decided to pick up my scroll back then with ill intentions." Jentel would then sigh, it was clear that despite that attempt to dismiss his current jealousy it very much still existed. Though it did ease one of the man burdens. "Nor do I believe your affiliated with any of Vale's authorities." That statement was certainly a rather out of place one, bringing up the question what if she actually was a member of the authorities. Was Jentel and his master a pair of criminals? That would certainly feed into someone with anxiety.
He'd continue as he reached the last nail to be coated. "I suppose there's also the events of what just happened recently to recount....Oh..but it seems we've finished up nicely here." This deed was done, her stunning new manicure complete, as was natural of Jentel in the ending of his servitude came the ending of his exposition into himself. Despite being so close, Daenerys would have received closure for the beach, a deeper understanding of what made him behave the way he did then, and likely a twinge more anxiety in regards to the mystery of Jentel. But like a good book ending on a cliff hanger, any closure to the recent events that unfurled mere moments ago in the arena hallway would remain a mystery. Unless Daenery's could think of something else, she could use to allow him to open up once more.
Henryk was having a nice dream. It was about his old home in the circus, and he was taking center stage in the show. He was performing a particularly complex act, one that he was sure would win the crowds favor and lead to a great finale. However, as he went to the trapeze...a sudden shadow overtook the circus. There were worried murmurs and a few screams, and as Henryk looked towards the source he noticed a giant dark mass above him that began to fall towards him. Frozen in shock at it, he didn't have enough time to recover before it was on him. Now closer, he could recognize it as a giant cat! The creature must have easily been the size of an elephant. Struggling to escape from it, and only narrowly managing to, he began to run as the giant feline began chasing him and others through the circus. His dream abruptly ended as he felt it grab him from behind. Henryk awoke in a cold sweat, trying to open his eyes but only finding darkness all around him. 'Am I dead? Was that real! Why can I no longer see!?' He internally panicked in his mind, flailing to try and escape or see again. It was only after one of his flails that he by chance had it brush near his face...and he felt fur. But not as big as fur from before. Confused...his panic died down enough that he felt something kneading into him...and could hear purring. Grabbing what was on his face, as he came to a realization...he saw binx just staring at him as he held her off his face. Eyes narrowing as he realized the cause of this discomfort was a cat...he slowly put the cat to the side and turned to try and sleep again.
The cat had other ideas however. Not long after he did, after having drifted into a half conscious state, he felt kneading in his side again and loud purring. He shifted again so that his stomach was to the bed and buried his head under the pillow. "Five more minutes..." He mumbled sleepily as he tried to drift off into sleep. Only to be stirred awake moments later as he felt the cat standing on his back, still kneading and purring. Groaning, he tried ignoring it...but it didn't work. Letting out a sigh, he turned and tossed his pillow away as he rose to a sitting position on the edge of his bed. The cat already moving into his lap and nuzzling at his hand. Giving it a slightly annoyed look he began to pet it. "Damn cat, you get to sleep all day. Why can't I?" He asked, not really expecting a response but still feeling the need to say it to express his annoyance of being pestered so much. It only mewed in response, but Henryk was sure it was saying "because I said no". As he continued to pet the cat, trying to will his body to fully wake up now that his mind was stuck in a half awake state, his mind drifted to the day prior. Everything had gone great...up until the end. They had never been attacked once but...a horrific sight came at the end of class when some students died right in front of them. Henryk had been so scared then. He didn't know what to do and mostly watched as others took them down. He was usually brave and bold...but seeing that had unsettled him deeply.
Shaking his head, his mind remembered something he had long forgotten in favor of sleep. After that, once they had returned to their dorms, he had told his team to meet at the secret base to talk. Even having Remus draw a map for Ella just in case they didn't go together. Looking around the room, he noticed Chloris was missing already, Ella seemed to still be asleep, and while Remus wasn't here he could still see his gear here so he figured he would be returning. He sighed, and put the cat to the side as he began to change into his typical style of clothing. He had wanted this talk mostly because of what happened the other day. Death was too fresh in his mind, as well as mortality. He wanted to know his teammates and be friends with them before anything could happen. He would try to make sure nothing happened to them. As he finished changing, he made sure to bring his cane today as well as his scroll. He couldn't afford to forget such things after such a terrible accident occurred. He probably shouldn't have even asked for them to meet in the outskirts secret base but...he didn't want to feel fear. To be scared to leave the academy. They had claimed that area as their own, and to abandon it so soon would mean the Grimm win. He needed to protect what was his, like all the other circus members did. He was resolved to show he could be brave, and would stand up to fight for his team and everyone he cared for. Satisfied he had everything he needed, he set out from the dorms to the secret base. ✘ Post count: 17 ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ OOC: Start of new day. Exit
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Dani was quiet as Jentel set to work, preparing the vanity in the corner of the room. One might think it was one of the girl's, or shared between the three, but it was in fact Jentel's marked by his initials cared into the side of it. Most might find it odd, but Daenerys preferred not to judge people. If she was going to judge someone, it would be over their character and morals, not something as menial as this. Even so, the girl was such an empath that even when someone wronged her, she could hardly ever find it in her to actually be angry. Any negative emotions she did hold towards them usually faded quicker than the arose. It was difficult for her to hold grudges. Forgiving to a fault, in the sense that it often caused her a multitude of pain. It wasn't uncommon for her to get walked on with such a timid and forgiving nature. Take Allister for example. She'd been given the option to stay and do something about him, or follow Jentel. Fighting wasn't always something she excelled at. Blame it on the anxiety, the guilt complex, the clumsiness, or a combination of the three. Comforting, nurturing, a quiet ear to listen, or a shoulder to lean on, those were things she was better at. Not to mention her genuine concern for Jentel had made the decision rather simple for her. She'd said her piece of mind, at least as well as she could, and been on her way to make sure her friend was alright.
As he gestured her over to him, she took a seat in the chair opposite, resting her hands in her lap while she waited for him to return from the bathroom, listening to his words as they echoed in the strange acoustics. "Jentel... you don't ever have to worry about bringing the team down. If something is bothering you, we're here to help." She said, working and struggling to increase the volume of her voice so she could be heard within the bathroom. While she stated that the entirety team would be there in his times if need, her tone implied that she would be specifically. No matter what. His next words took initially caused her heart to constrict in her chest. The idea of her being the cause of any of his discomfort caused the guilt to creep in causing her stomach to churn uncomfortably. It took her a moment to place the exact meaning of his words, but it wasn't long before it clicked. There was only one possibility that stood out in her mind that could have effected him so greatly. It all went back to that first day in the cafeteria, as it often did. Really it shouldn't have been a surprise that it was still effecting him. Not after she had seen the way he reacted to her words. Even the thought of it caused the bubble of anxiety to start expanding in her chest. Even so, she didn't regret being honest, but she couldn't help but feel bad that it had effected him so.
A pleasant citrus smell mingled with the air as he returned. She offered her hands out to him when he reached for them, and much as he expected, the survival class had taken a toll on the delicate flesh of her palms. Her skin was soft, fragile. The pale, irridesant color shimmered slightly beneath the water. It was a pretty sight, but had once been untarnished was marked with small cuts, scratches, and a few blisters. "That was... just my truthful opinion. I don't regret sharing it... but I am sorry its weighed on you so." She still would stand by what she said. As awful a memory as it might be, she would never want it erased or destroyed. Even if it haunted her dreams, weighed on her fragile heart. It was still precious to her. Among the the horror and tragedies there were other things. Her parents' sacrifice, her brother's valiant fight to keep her safe. It may have hurt her... but also inspired her to be better. To work harder. To be less squishy and less useless... to be able to defend someone the way they had so selflessly defended her. It was these thoughts weighing on her mind as the hand towel was offered to her. The petite girl dried her hands before offering the. To him once mire. They were small, almost comparable to a child's were it not for the slim elegance rather than a playful pudginess."Good or bad... a memory can be a precious thing. There is always something to be learned or something to be cherished."
It was quiet for a moment as he set to work, tending to her cuticles and freeing her nails of any debris. He worked with gentle and meticulous fingers, much akin to that if a true nail technician. His manner slowly started to change, becoming more open and less formal. Truly Daenerys was thankful he chose to open up to her, but she couldn't help the sting of guilt that punctured her chest when he spoke of the incident on the beach. It didn't matter that he reassured her that he did not blame her, it was just another thing she had done wrong. There was always something... and it was one thing when her silly blunders hindered or injured her, it was entirely different when they effected the people she cared about. "I-I um... well..."There it was again, her own body claiming back its ability to speak. It always happened when she was nervous. She couldn't muster up the nerve to meet his gaze, but it didn't matter much seeing as his eyes were focused on her fingers and the polish his was applying so diligently to her nails. She focused her gaze there instead, watching the steady and expert movements. "I just... I always want to be honest with you Jentel... especially when it comes to... him." She couldn't quite force the words 'your master' out of her mouth. It felt odd, but she figured he would know what she meant. "The truth is that I wanted to do that for you anyway... I was thinking about it right as he contacted me. I felt you deserved to enjoy yourself properly but I also felt you deserved to know that he was speaking to me." Completed with prep on her left hand, she would switch as she was indicated. Taking a deep. Reath, she almost seemed to prepare herself for the words to come. Truly the girl was not used to speaking this much all in one setting. "You don't need to apologize... I understand why you left." Never one to hold grudges, she could never really be mad at Jentel fo such events. Especially since she had never really been upset with him in the first place. Just concerned, and worried that she had done something wrong. Which it seemed she hadn't been entirely wrong, even if he seemed so adamant about ensuring her it wasn't her fault.
Finished with the clear coat they moved onto the seafoam color. She watched as he applied the glossy shade of paint. Shiny enough to see her own reflection in the little ovals. As he continued, the guilt only grew. She had expected as much... well, maybe not specifically the jealousy, but that the fact his master chose to communicate with herself rather than him bothered him on some level or another. However, as long as it had been since that first fateful phone call, they had never actually spoken of the subject. It had always been a silence between them. Something they were both aware of but never managed to bring up. "I am... sorry Jentel." She started, voice silent but sincere. The bubble of anxiety was growing in her chest, expanding so that it pushed uncomfortably against her ribcage, making her chest feel tight. "If it's any consultation... I think it's more coincidence than him actually wanting to speak with me specifically." After all, she was nothing special. Just a silly little jellyfish that shut down even in the simplest of social situations. "Besides... even if it doesn't feel like it right now, I think he's only trying to help you." As strange and mysterious as the man was, that was the one thing that had always been clear. From their very first conversation he had asked about Jentel's well being and insisted that she look out for him.
It didn't matter how many times he reassured her, she couldn't help the guilt that was bubbling in the pit of her gut. Even if she hadn't done anything intentionally... even if he didn't blame her, in her eyes she blamed herself for this weight bearing down on his shoulders. However, the guilt was momentarily outweighed by the anxiety once more at the last comment to have slipped from his lips. If he was worried she might be tied to the authorities... whatever matters his master was up to could not have been completely lawful. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, amethyst hues swimming with troublesome thoughts. In all honesty she wasn't sure what to think on it or how to feel about it. She was afraid that asking him would only cause him to shut down and ruin this moment of truthfulness between them... so, for now she pushed itaside. It was a topic for a layer date. She just hooked whatever it was... whether they were criminals or not... that it wasn't too unethical.
They had finally began to breach the subject that had caused her to chase him here in the first place. However, as soon as he reached it, be shut it down just as quickly. The manicure was finished and it didn't seem he was willing to speak so openly with out some bit of servitude happening between them. However, Dani didn't want to let the topic go either. Even if she couldn't help him with any of these problems... maybe talking would alleviate some of the pressure. Maybe this would be something she could help with. "Wait... Jentel..." She spoke, almost pleading, trying to think quickly. She hated asking him to do these things for her. It made her feel like she was ordering him around. It was simpler when he offered, as he had with the manicure. She felt wrong, the guilt gripping at her heart once more, but she didn't want to let the moment slip through fingers. "Can you braid hair? It... it will keep it out of the way for practice... and give the polish time to dry so I dont smudge them. You did such a wonderful job... I'd hate to ruin them and put your effort to waste." She requested a bit hesitantly, hoping the request would urge him to continue talking.
â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
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"Not particularly no...but do remind me some time we should do your other nails." It was a rather straightforward answer to her question about braiding hair. One like a javelin that pierced the girls attempt to communicate with him. Jentel had moved himself towards the window once more, in the corner of the room he called his own. There the almost mesmerizing display of him removing the bandages that he kept around his hands began as he tossed them into the waste basket nearest him only to dig into one of many bags to find a new roll in which to wrap his hands once more. Re-wrapping his hands once-again while speaking almost in a melancholy manner. "My master always had short hair, so the need to do so never occurred. In such instances where my talents are lacking I can't help but feel ashamed at my ineptitude." It seemed that Daenery's request wasn't currently in his set of skills and it had inadvertently caused the man some self-loathing. Although this was likely not her intent.
It seemed all was lost. Her attempts having failed but then something peculiar happened. Rather than being in service he'd say something rather surprising. Turning around he seemed to reveal a smile based on how his masks edges lifted. "Though I suppose there is no time like the present to learn. That is if you do not mind enlightening me madame Denerys. As you can see my own is rather the unruly sort." He had flipped the scenario on its head, rather than braid her hair he was making a request of Daenerys to teach him how using his own. The roles had changed, how she would fit into the sudden turning of the situation on its head was up to her, as Jentel turned around once more putting the final touches on the wrappings. It was uncertain whether he'd open up as a servee as oppose to the server but it was a gamble that could prove to help ease the girls guilt. "Of course, I understand we are on somewhat of schedule. So do not feel pressured to accept."
Whilst she would come to an eventual conclusion Jentel has spent his time with the bandages processing what he'd been told. This 'team' thing was still all too new to him. The fact that Daenerys did not lie, and boldly stated that she did no regret her action had been a refreshing thing. It implied she was undoubtedly trustworthy. A person like that, perhaps he could relieve his suspicions and worries...for his master. Jentel knew something of which Daenery's did not. That despite singing the young masters praises he was a manipulative individual, he had to be of course, otherwise they never would have survived and taken a residency here in Vale. What happened in Mistral? That was a memory he'd long lost, either removed himself, or by other reasons.
In short as Jentel looked to the shut curtains of the window and began a slow process of putting away the remaining roll of bandages he began to worry. For someone else aside his master. A genuine worry. Something that he'd have thought unthinkable before coming here to beacon. Perhaps the masters intentions were for him to feel these new feelings and come to new understandings. There was always a general concern for his team mates and fellow students, but this was only out of general decency. He had never met someone so ready to bother with him aside his master...but in the end perhaps it was his own fault having shut the other servants away. Even the masters sister of all things. Where was the young madame Mohn'ye now he wondered. Something he'd never given a second thought before. Still these things were no easy matter to talk about...and recalling now what he had suppressed earlier his hand would quiver as the worry he had for Daenery's only worsened reminded of what he himself had done.
Turning around as the sound of a zipping bag resonated, stilling his hand, he'd stutter. "P...perhaps not. I should not request such things of someone whom I've sworn my services to." It was not as though he was changing his mind. But it could be interpreted as such. It would be easy for Daenery's to yield here under the belief that it was his desire to no longer continue with the aforementioned plan of having her teach him to braid hair. Their relationship thus far has was acquaintances, which then evolved into servant master relationship, and currently that was how he still currently saw things. As the saying goes, a mold needed to be broken to progress into the next step of Daenery's relationship with Jentel. If she so desired it.
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”
His words were sharp and unyielding, not to say he had said it in any sort of agressive tone, but with the way it cut through the pink haired girl, he might as well had. It took the girl a lot of courage to have spoken up in such a way and she had really been hoping it would have worked... to have drawn the conversation on longer. Not only did her plan to get him to continue fail, but rather than make him feel better she had managed to worsen things even more. It felt at this point she couldn't do anything right, not even the things she had once thought she was good at. The girl was discouraged and it showed on her face. Forehead creased and lips tugged into a small frown, she looked nothing short of defeated. As Jentel busied himself with the bandages on his hands, she watched for a moment. Curious. For a moment she debated offering to help him, but the fear of somehow managing to make the situation any worse than it was won in the end. Instead she dropped her gaze to her hands, folded neatly in her lap. Tiny fingers gently stroked over the smooth seafoam layer adorning her nails. It suited the girl, mixing well with the irradesant glow of her skin. It was much akin to the rest of the decorations and color scheme of her section of the shared room.
Daenerys didn't have much. Most of the belongings she had once owned were destroyed in the fire set to their little manor on the island. Anything that had survived was far out of reach. Anything she gained was with the menial wage her brother managed to scrounge up, working so hard all these years to suppose them. Her items were limited and simple in make. Some of which looked to be home made. Her bed was adorned in soft shades if the ocean with hints of pink. There were small shells strung up and dangling from her headboard, a few sand dollars as well. Some of which she'd collected at their most recent trip to the beach, others years ago. As far as materialistic objects, other than her clothes and some grooming and hygiene products, there was really only one item that held in real worth to her. It was a small framed picture, edges worn from the number of times it been held. It was the only thing she'd managed to bring with her that night and it was very easily her most prized position. After all. It was the only picture she had of her parents. They stood in the center of the photograph, to you get children smiling in front of them. One looked as though it could be a younger version of Dani herself, the other a bit older with teal hair rather than pink.
Her gaze didn't return to him until he spoke to her once more. The silence had drug on long enough that she had begun to wonder if she should leave him be. She just hadn't been able to muster up the nerve to do it. Partially not wanting to draw attention to herself, but mostly because she was still worried. His request was surprising, but it quickly washed away some of the defeat that had been etched into her features. She had never actually seen him smile, but she always knew when he did. As rare as it might have been. She could always tell by the way the corner of his eyes lifted up, those amber hues seeming just a touch lighter, like pools of liquid butterscotch. Returning his smile, she nodded almost eagerly. Jentel did so much for her and the rest of their team. Little errands here and there. Keeping the room tidy and the beds made. Little tasks of service like the manicure he had just given her. She would jump at the opportunity to help him for once.m, even if it was something as small as teaching him to braid. "No, no. I'd love too. Feng and Ulysses can wait just a while longer." Though, she knew very well the might receive a lecture from the tiny terror that was their captain when they finally did rejoin the team, it all seemed worth it. This seemed more important in the moment.
Silence slipped between them for just a few moments as he finished with his bandages. Sometimes she was curious to ask why he wrapped his hands, but once again the fear one out. The anxiety of accidentally offending or upsetting him outweighed her own curiosity. Still, amethyst eyes lingered on his form as his own gaze seemed to drift out the window. She couldn't see his face from her angle, so it was impossible to truly determine what he was gazing at or what feelings were riddling his mind now, but he seemed thoughtful. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. By the direction he had his head turned, she could guess where he was looking and where his thoughts had gone, but as for the true thoughts and emotions lying beneath the service, she was clueless. She had seen the guilt lurking in his amber depths just before he'd bolted out of there... but Jentel had a knack for surprising her. Even when she thought she was getting close to discerning something, he shocked her once more. He kept her on her toes, but that hadn't seemed to discourage her yet. At least not enough for her to turn away or stop trying.
When he did speak to her once again, he seemed to have changed his mind at that point. Her expression fell, looking rather disappointed. For a moment it might have appeared she was going to give up, too afraid or too nervous to push the situation further. But then her expression changed. A bit of determination gleamed behind violet eyes and image pushed herself to her feet, about to do something very bold for such a timid creature. "Really Jentel. I don't mind in the slightest. Quite the opposite really. I would love to do something to help you for a change." Patting the chair in front lf the vanity where she had been sitting, she stood just behind it, waiting for him to come take a seat. She truly hoped that he would. She looked determined for the moment, but it wouldn't be hard for him to break the small amount of nerve she had managed to muster up. If he turned her down, she likely wouldn't have her in her to press it further. "I know you only ser me as someone you serve... but that's not how I see you, Jentel." The words were soft m, timid. A slight warmth felt her cheeks, not necessarily caused by embarrassment to the words themselves, but rather just a reaction to saying such bold things aloud. Surely they had not known each other long. There was still so much to be learned about each, but Dani was a tender spirit. Often she trusted too easily and cared to much. Jentel was no exception in the matter.
â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
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"Is that so? I suppose I should make it known then. Until moments ago I did indeed believe that to be the case. Although now that you've stated your feelings I shall state mine in earnest. I to see you as more than just a mere mistress of whom I serve. You are far more than that to me now madame Daenerys. I dare say. I believe you are given the honor of becoming a friend truly." Jentel had officially acknowledge Daenery's as a friend. While his relationship with Ulysses and Feng remained mere team members for the time being this opened the gateway into allowing even them into his heart. What would happen next would be Jentel accepting Daenery's invitation to assume the seat of which she just sat in and in this moment he would reach behind his hair and head an fluff the silk like raven black locks. Despite being incredibly unruly the texture would prove to be healthy with a sheen and sleek that only someone who truly cared about their personal hygiene could achieve. "I suppose we should christen this moment? Haha." He laughed something rare if not strange.
Despite having tossed his hair his hands didn't leave from the back of his head. What had he meant by christen the moment? Daenerys would soon find out. The sound of a zipper unzipping and then following this Jentel did something none of the other members including Daenerys had ever seen. He slept with it, he at with it, it was always on, but now, the mask he wore that never seemed to come off would be removed. There it would be. The mans face of which he'd kept well hidden throughout these endless days and months. His face. It was indeed a face of feminine like features. One could even say it rivaled the beauty of actual girls as he carried a spotless complexion that which could make a homely looking girl green with envy. If you were to dress him in a girls outfit there would no doubt be some confused male individuals shooting glances. It was made certainly so, without his mask, Jentel was what many in today's day in age would call a natural trap.
"I personally always keep my face hidden behind the mask. Only the masters ever seen my face. Although I see it not particularly problematic among friends." This is what he said, perhaps this face reveal would ease any romantic attractions Daenerys may have had toward Jentel...or perhaps the vise versa depending on her personal preferences...or maybe it would raise the question of maybe? Whatever the case would be there was no doubting that Jentel removing his mask was a demonstration of his trust in Daenerys. A trust that he would go so far as to break a personal rule he had set for himself to keep his face hidden. Although the secret as to why he kept it hidden in deeper detail was still an unknown. His bandaged hands would then pull one of his raven strands into a line for braiding and hand it to Daenerys. His hair was long enough that he could take another strand of it in his own hands, and with child like eyes of expectation would wait and mirror Daenerys.
He would do as she did, and in doing so Daenerys would find her gamble successful. As while the two engaged in this feminine activity he would break any silence that would have started developing between them. "In regards to the hallway. Back then. Thank you." Spoken in a truly thankful manner, his hands began to shake again, making whatever braid was being worked on all the more difficult. It ended there, returning to silence if she had nothing to say after, she'd have to press him more which was likely against her nature to do so to get more as it clearly seemed by the trembling of his hands there was more to it than just saying thanks.
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”
His words were rather shocking, but more so they were a pleasant sound to her ears. Daenerys hadn't been sure how long it would take to elicit such a reaction from him, not that she was growing impatient, but there had been times she was unsure Jentel would ever see her as anything more than a person of which he could serve. He had bcome to care for for Ulysses, even though that suit of hers had terrified Daenerys initially. The same way she cared for Feng, despite her often abrasive nature. For longest time Jentel seemed unable to see her as anything other than a person he promised servitude too. There were likely a plethora of until mysteries that could account for that, but there was at least one that Dani could guess at. It was impossible to view another person as a friend if you couldn't view yourself as someone worthy of capable of having friends. It seemed that for a long time Jentel had saw himself merely as a servant. She'd been trying to make a difference through small gestures of her own. She hadn't given up no matter how impossible the task had been. Not simply because his master had asked her too, because in all reality she would have made this effort even if she hadn't answered his scroll that day. With the admittance of his own feelings, it seemed all of that had paid off. For once, she wasn't a complete failure. Not only had she succeeded in helping Jentel, but she had made her first real friend here at Beacon. At least, the first one that saw her as such as well.
Her chest swelled with something that couldn't be described as anything but happiness, alleviating some of the anxiety that had been expanding inside her just moments before. A smile replaced that look of defeat that head been tugging at her features only moments before. "I'm really glad, Jentel." She stated, voice soft as always but somehow lighter... less restricted. She wasn't entirely sure what he meant by 'christen the moment', but the laugh was another sound that rang pleasant to her ears. It was a bit strange, such a rarity it was. She watched him as he fluffed the silken raven strands, preparing them for braiding. Only, he didn't didn't drop his hands from his head like she would have expected. Rather, there was the sound of a zipper and then the unthinkable happened. Something that had been so strange upon initially meeting him but had become to normal in the months that had followed, was suddenly removed. He had never taken the mask off before, at least not in the view of others. He ate with it, drank with it, slept with it. It had been something that struck the same sort of curiosity that his bandaged hands did. Often she had wondered what might lie behind such secrecy, but she had never been bold enough to ask such a possibly offensive question. While so odd at first, it had become just another one of the unsolvable mysteries that made up Jentel. To see it removed, just like that,was nothing less than shocking.
Dani blinked once, Amethyst eyes growing wide as she laid eyes upon his face for the first time. She had grown so accustomed to the mask, it was almost odd. She almost couldn't help but feel like she was prying, despite the fact that he had revealed it to her in full willingness. Despite all of that, the symbol behind it could not be ignored. Especially when he admitted that the only other person to have ever seen his face was the master himself. It was a show of trust, one that left her too speechless and flustered to actually even observe the hidden gem she was being shown, at least not initially. "I-I'm honored, Jentel... truly." She responded after a moment, her voice a breathless whisper of awestruck. She hadn't blinked yet, almost like she was afraid if she did she'd miss the moment and the mask would be adorned once more, leaving her miss any chance of seeing what he truly looked like. His features were soft, pleasant, feminine. With such an perfect complexion coupled with the rest of his features, surely he could have drawn looks, caused jealousy. For a moment she wondered if that was part of the reason he kept it hidden or even it was something deeper and bigger than she would ever be able to grasp. It was a question burning on the tip of her tongue, but one that as always, she held back. It really wasn't her place to ask such personal questions and she didn't want to push any of the boundaries to this newfound friendship so soon and risk letting it crumble between her fingers. Besides, such boldness was far outside her nature.
Daenerys was still stuck in a half dazed stare when he offered her a section of hair to braid. It wasn't that she was in anyway bothered by the sight. The girl was simply stunned and a bit touched by the gesture. Truly, no matter what features had lay hidden beneath the mask, she would have been feeling the same way she was now. He could have removed it to reveal a mouth full of pointed teeth, skin scarred and marred, or any other oddity really, and nothing would have changed. There were far more important things than that of appearance. She'd seen the most beautiful of bodies home to the cruelest of spirits and vice versa. Whether Jentel looked like a man or a woman was really the last of her worries. She was just warmed by the fact that he had showed her the one thing, or rather one of the many things, that he always kept hidden. It was a touching gesture and she wished she could do something for him, but there was really nothing she could think of.It wasn't so much that Dani was an open book, but Jentel already knew the biggest tragedy of her life. Truth borne to him in explanation to an answer to a very particular question that had apparently been weighing on him up to this day. "S-sorry... I just... Thank you." She murmured after a few moments, shaking her head to clear it and finally reaching forward for the hair he had offered.
There were several braids she could have tough him, but she figured it was best to stay with the basics. Maybe once he got this one down, she could teach him others as well. Splitting the hair in to equal sections, she began weaving them together, moving slowly so he could watch. "It's simple enough... You just split it into three, than twist the right over the middle, then the left over the middle, and repeat." She explained as she worked, continuing down the length of his air. He picked it up rather quickly, which really didn't come to her as much of a surprise after everything she had witnessed thus far. "There's no need to thank me... really, I was just trying to do what I thought was right."She wouldn't have been able to leave with herself if she'd let another person die while she stood by and watched. No matter how despicable he was, she couldn't have just stood by and done nothing. Besides, no matter how angry Jentel had been feeling in the moment... how would he have felt afterwards if he had succeeded? Noticing the shaking in his own hands began to shake, further complicating the process of braiding. Her own hands paused in their tracks, nearly reaching the end the hair at this point. Once again she was struggling between her own anxiety, the fear of upsetting him, but the desire to know what it was that was really bothering him and maybe, hopefully, helping him through it.
Taking a deep breath, as she often did before she was going to say something outside her comfort zone, she turned her eyes from his hair to his face."I know I'm not good at very many things..."She started, voice trailing off towards the ends. Her fingers that would have been fidgeting nervously in her lap were still twisted in his hair, leaving her to simply stand there rather awkwardly. "I know I'm often looked at as the weak link in the team... but, there's one thing I've always been rather good at." Her words continued, soft and full of nerves but still steadier than what she had expected. She was glad for that. "I've always been good at being able to tell when there is something bothering someone... especially that of friends." Dani wasn't sure if this would urge him to delve into whatever it was causing his hands to shake. Whatever detail from that hallway that seemed to still be haunting him. It could have gone her way, or it could have flipped around entirely. Full of surprises, it wouldn't be the first time her words had caused an entirely different reaction than she had intended. "Y-you... you can talk to me.. but only of you would like to."
â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
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Remus returned to the room not long after Henryk left. He headed straight to his drawers and swapped out what he had been wearing from the work clothing he had put on to the chores he needed to do at the stables in the morning. After which he washed his face and put on the shirt he was going to use for the day. Coming back into the dorm room he noticed the cat that Chloris kept. He studied the feline for a moment before remembering its name. "What are you up to Ciara?" He asked of the kitten. It looked up at him and then meowed at one of the bunks. Remus went over to the bed and found that the room wasn't as empty as he thought it was originally. Ella was still sound asleep in her bunk. Chloris and Henryk must of left her. The map he had made up was still on the bed side table.
He checked his watch and decided that he might as well get her up already. Remus lightly grabbed her shoulder and gave her a shake or two. A third one being a good sight more of a shake than the previous two if needed. "Ella, you really should wake up already." He couldn't blame her for wanting to sleep in. Yesterday did not have the greatest ending. Plus Ella had to participate in the SNAFU situation from start to end. Remus sat down on the edge of her bed and waited until she finally sat up and the sleep cleared from her mind. "Good morning sleeping beauty, you're late, but the good news is a prince has arrived to sweep you away to the castle." He joked at her once her eyes brightened up to show she was awake and aware. He stood up so she could get out of bed. Once up he gathered up his things and headed for the door. "I'll wait for you downstairs Ella while you are getting changed and everything. Come find me when you're ready to go, I'll be the one by the big horse."
"O..of course. That is what friends do correct." There was still some discomfort it seemed still swirling beneath the surface. Having something done for him did seem to open new paths of which to walk but simultaneously it was still a rocky one. What was becoming rather apparent was in short, in the way he spoke, was that Jentel seemed to be have a preconception of what a friend was and what friends do. Although, he'd never had anyone of whom he had ever called a friend until today. Closing his eyes, he'd reminisce pausing his braiding. Interesting question, I guuuuuuuuuess you can think of me as your new big brother Jeje. You coooould call me daddy to, but I think that'd get too weird in a few years. *flash* Jeje you can't keep hangin around me like some lost puppy you need start making yourself some friends or something. What purpose would I have for friends when I feel the most fulfilled and joyous in your presence? Uuuuug what am I going to do with you? Anything your heart desires daddy.THATS NOT...! YOU DONT SAY...! NO! Why did I even say that was an option...tch."
While Jentel reminisced these words and times back then almost instinctively Daenery's would be given a show herself where one of his orbs of memory manifested itself. Though not intentional it played out the two scenarios of what seemed like a heartfelt rescue of a young lad, to what almost appeared to be a brief moment of flirtation? This towards what appeared to be his master in later years? With this memory though some questions about his masters appearance would be revealed further, oriental in descent based on the clothes and appearance, seemingly wealthy based on the furniture and items in the background, but that may have already been assumed, and lastly his looks were definitely shady with eyes similar to that of Allister's. Then the memory seemed to zoom in on his face as he opened his eyes. It was almost startling as though it were looking at Daenerys. Pools of jade in that moment filled with an odd combination of concern and grief.
In this moment Jentel opened his eyes to see his glowing mistake, as he swept it away quickly. Had she seen? It was an embarrassing memory without a doubt, and definitely produced a more er, curious perspective, in regards to Jentel's relationship with his master. "Ah, s...sorry. L..lets pretend you didn't see that yes?" With a deep sigh he'd place his hand in his own lap with the completed braid resting atop still visibly frazzled from the unconscious summoning of the memory. "Back to the topic as hand yes." It was in Daenery's favor that things had decided to shift back to the ordeal in the hall. "What you believed was right...would you have done the same...had you not your semblance, or any other means?" He asked with voice rattling. His mouth seemed to always be kept very close to closed, this seemed to be the reason as to why his voice always sounded so breathy and distant. It must have been the conditioning of talking behind the mask.
He was asking her, would she have done the same thing if she knew her semblance would not have been there to protect her, additionally likewise if her aura was unable to harden in time. Would she have still intervened in the same manner as she did. Impulsively with a desire to help him. He awaited an answer still seemingly red trying to get over the earlier exposure of his relationship with his master. But something said, that depending on how she'd answer here things could take a turn for the dramatic.
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”
A small nod was the girl's only response to his first words, though there was still that small smile on her lips. Often times she was one to substitute gestures for words when the situation called for it. Sometimes it was simpler, especially with the way her voice gave out on her in times of extreme nerves or anxiety. Amethyst eyes cast downwards, watching her own nimble fingers work gently through Jentel's hair. Where so often she struggled, this seemed to be something that came to ease. Something her mother had taught her long ago. It likely accounted to why out of all the tricks her team had shown her in survival class, the braided and weaving of the vines had been the simplest. In some ways, they were very similar. Especially as one delved into the more complex techniques of braiding.
Silence slipped between the two of them, but for once Dani was not concerned over it. She wasn't fretting over what she should or should not say. It was a comfortable silence for once, as Jentel seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. The comfort of the situation changed when one of his glowing orbs manifested in front of him. It didn't take her long to realize that he had not summoned the memories intentionally, as he was showing her what appeared to be some rather private memories. Daenerys was frozen in place, pools of violet stuck staring at the beautiful ball of light. It was such a mesmerizing thing, which made it hard to tear her gaze away, impossible even. Yet, as curious as she was, about Jentel, about his master, about his life in general, she coul8help but feel wrong. She was spying on a moment that had not been meant for her eyes. Especially the more intimate moment of flirtation. It brought forth a different perspective on his relationship with his master, but rose so many more questions. Questions that were not hers to ask.
The guilt to come slipping back in, her stomach churning uncomfortably. She had a face to match to the name... well, sort if. She only knew the man by that of master, according to Jentel. Yet, for every mystery that was solved, others were opened. That seemed to be the pattern with Jentel and his master. Everytime she put the pieces to one puzzle together, another one appeared. Always more challenging and complicated than the one before. As Jentel opened his eyes, realizing the mistake he had just made, it was for once not Dani that became the fluster, blushing full. It was honestly a strange sight, for she was entirely certain she'd never seen the boy's face that red before. Averting her gaze from his own. Focusing on the braid once more, she once again substituted a nod for actual words. He wasn't the only one feeling a bit embarrassed, though Dani's was caused from completely different reasons. While her face was mostly covered by the long pink strands falling over her shoulder, pink cheeks shown through. Her own blush caused by that of being caught watching such personal matters of Jentel's business, rather than being the one to have revealed too much.
Really, it was best for both of them that the conversation drifted forward. However, what had momentarily lapsed into an awkward silence was broken by a different weight. It was the same pressure she had felt back in the cafeteria when Jentel had questioned about her memories. A feeling that if she didn't answer with what Jentel wanted to here, their calm situation might take a turn. The answer she had given him in the cafeteria has not been the one bef been wanting to hear and initially caused a but if anger in the boy. Her explanation had calmed him somewhat, anger dissolving into a pestering thought that weighed on him still. What would happen this time? If her answers didn't quite line up. Already the bubble of anxiety was expanding rapidly in her chest, making it hard to breath. The fragile dove that was her heart beating desperately against its cage in its futile attempts to escape. Her entire torso felt constricted, like a giant fist was slowly squeezing the light out of her.
Jentel was still frazzled, cheeks still warm. Daenerys was clearly struggling, working through the layers of nerve and anxiety to find her voice once more. She wasn't sure what he wanted to here, but even if she had... she refused to lie to him, no matter the cost. It took her several moments, but with her own braid completed, she laid it gently over his shoulder before stumbling, nearly falling into the empty stool beside him. She couldn't quite make herself look at him, instead focusing on her hands folded neatly in her lap. "I... well... you see..." Several failed attempts to start her sentence, which ended with a heavy sigh. It was several more moments before she made another attempt. "Y-yes... I would have responded the same with or without my semblance... or any other means of protecting myself." Taking a deep breath she forced her gaze up to meet his. Both to try and gage his reaction as well as to show him just how serious she was.
The admittance was a heavy one, clearly stating that she would have acted the same way and given her life to intervene. "I couldn't have just... stood there. I-I... I had to do help him... but also... to help you." Had she not been there, had she chosen not to intervene... Allister would surely be dead, but what would have become of Jentel? Taking a life was not an easy task. It had a way of eating at one's soul for the rest of eternity. It was not a fstr ahe would have willingly stood by and let him commit himself too. Not when she could stop it. In her mind, she had been acting not only to save Allister, but to save him as well. Perhaps from different fates, but both horrible ones to have to suffer.
â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
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