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 Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:34 pm
**Shimmies on through for shits and giggles**
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 10:21 pm
She stood quite patiently as he took his time in answering, smile never fading. In fact, it took a bit to keep from laughing. He was acting as though he didn't know who she was, but she was certain that he was doing just that; Acting. Though, one such as she could only hold back for so long, and once he'd turned around to exclaim his findings, the laughter burst out. Though, she calmed it quickly, and tried to look apologetic. Tried, but likely failed. She was too amused by his reaction, it was too difficult not to smile.
"Did I scare you?" Not likely in a million years. "I'm sorry..." How serious his warning might have been, Hitsu didn't seem to register. "I won't sneak up on you next time." She laughed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 12:13 am
"Terribly," he replied, humoring her. "I don't believe I'll be able to sleep tonight." Not that he had planned to anyway, or the the next several days, for that matter; there was too much to be done. It was with reluctance that he withdrew and dropped her hands, his own falling with a hush to his sides. Her admission was received with a gracious - and half skeptical by the way his brows were cocked - nod.
"Hypothetically speaking, my dear, what exactly would happen if I didn't accept your apology?" His hand motioned through the air, capturing the possibilities - tears, admonishment, surprise, frustrations...? Yuval may have been a morally irreparable man, but he'd never wish to see anything but gleeful naivete on his Lark's face.
Again with the infectious laughter that, to his knowledge, hearkened the sun from the edge of the earth. Next time, she had said. This arrested his attentions. He turned and shadowed his arm behind her, a vague gesture requesting that she walk with him down the long row of stalls. The fruit vendor was not too pleased for the lack of sale: he'd spent a good while eying fruit, perhaps she should charge him on that! However, fruit had never been and item fit for travel.
"So, tell me then, Lark," he began once they had passed the stand. He lead her, gently, by the elbow. "Are you devising these meetings in that clever little head of yours, capturing me when your whim suits it?"
His lips were curled in a smile, though his pale eyes stared straight ahead.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 11:26 am
She knew his response was a sarcastic one, and she chuckled before offering a sarcastic comment of her own. "Well, if you have any nightmares, I suppose I'll just have to bring you some warm milk and sing you back to sleep?" Of course, she couldn't much see herself doing such a thing for a grown man (or much anyone, for that matter), but perhaps his thought of it would be humorous?
He questioned her about the apology, and she gave a light shrug. She tried to fake a sad expression, but hiding her smile seemed more difficult. "Why, Dawn. That would make me very sad." Hitsu moved along without protest when he ushered her away from the table, "Don't give me so much credit, now. I assure you, I had no idea I'd find you here." She smiled, "Though, I must say it's more enjoyable to look around when there's someone to talk to. I may have begun to get lonely." She absently wondered if any of the others might have joined her without any complaint, or more importantly if she could have awakened anyone without interrupting the slumber of the specific two that would have forbid her from leaving.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 8:00 pm
The image was an amusing one, and perhaps a bit more pleasant than she had intended it to be. On the contrary, however, he was positive that any song she sang for him would have the opposite effect and he'd remain quite awake. He had enough self-respect to keep this to himself.
Sort of.
"I'll hold you to that." This time it was impossible to tell whether he was joking, smile or no smile. He glanced at her sidelong, retracted his slight hold of her, and folded his arms neatly behind his back. The stalls they passed hoarded trinkets galore, shining in hopes of capturing the wandering eye. His own passed nonchalantly over them; what use did they bid him other than being both waste of space and unnecessary weight? A small store of food, he thought errantly. Preferably someone who deals with travels. However, he walked slow in the feline's stead. Who was he to keep her from perusing the stands?
"Then, accepted! A pretty face wrought with sadness would cause me more grief than any number of the nightmares I've had."
The lines of his face deepened in sudden question of himself, before fleeing from the soft light of morning. Would have, not had. Would have.
"Ah, well, I do hope boring company such as mine will be tolerated," he continued. "I'm not a terribly exciting person."
So said the assassin-for-hire.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 9:02 pm
[I checked page four of the main RP, and took note that Yuki and Neko had addressed each other by name. Therefore, I'm going to assume that if she speaks the name of one or the other, it might raise suspicion.]
Her apology was accepted, and she nodded. "Alright." She said with a soft chuckle, in response to the additional statement. It really was nice to have him here, she had wondered what had become of him after they'd fled the forest on the morning of their first meeting. "Don't be silly, you're not boring." This learned from what? No longer than thirty minutes' time with him? "Aside from that, if feels safer to have someone to walk with." She never did know who exactly they were running from. How ironic, that they were mere inches apart.
Hitsu looked to each stand as they passed, occasionally stepping closer in distraction to admire a particular item or two. She did seem to enjoy looking at the jewelry, but each offer from a salesperson she kindly declined. "Yuki was angry with me, the last time I got a piece of jewelry..." She said absently to him at one point, looking slightly saddened. Of course, she knew better this time. After all, if she had something new when he awakened, he'd clearly know that she'd been out.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 8:51 am
His hand snaked around her arm, the pressure of his fingers biting against the soft, inner skin of her elbow unintentional. Yuval pulled her gracelessly before him as a bullock cart trundled by, dragged by a large oxen-fellow. She hadn't been in any immediate danger, but it was better than the possibility of being clipped. A small precaution that had him suffocatingly close. And for a split second, he took advantage of that.
“Who said I was safe?” he said, near enough to her ear to watch the strands of her hair catch against the upset of his breath. The continuous clatter and murmur of the market was loud enough to swallow even the soft grate of his voice, and as soon as the second passed, and his hold on her disappeared altogether, and with it, the nearness.
Yuki.
“What’s going on Yuki? Who’s there?”
Yuki.
A feline's voice. A girl's scent. He stared sidelong at the young woman whose eyes were reflecting the shine of the jewelry taunting her on the tables. Yuval found his hands tracing the baubles she left behind, mind churning with molten-hot curiosity; a soul-deep gleam smoldered in his eyes.
“Yuki?” he pressed softly. He feigned bruised innocence. “Your beau? Oh, I would be angry too, I must admit. These hardly do you justice, Lark.”
The hound carefully covered his tracks. No question too obvious. He stopped and picked up small, abalone piece, hewn into the likings of a bird and fastened on either side by two, black ribbons.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:15 am
His sudden grip had startled her, and she was quick to look up for the reason. Only briefly to him, then quickly to the oxen passing with his cart. "Sorry..." She muttered quietly, to neither in particular. It would obviously go unheard, but she did feel a bit embarrassed to have been in the way. It wasn't the first time someone had felt the need to pull her out of the path of another, thanks to her neglect to pay attention.
The closeness to the hound had come and gone in a mere second or two, and she seemed not concerned by it. His words, as perhaps intended, had not been heard. Though, it had been barely audible. A soft murmur, and once she'd taken a step from him she looked up with a questioning expression. "Hmm? Did you say something?"
Yuki? That must have been it, he'd questioned her about him since he didn't know who Yuki was. Her smile returned, and she laughed softly at the suggestion of his relationship with her. "No, no. Yuki is my brother." She corrected, "And... I think he'd be angry because I was here, not so much because of the jewelry this time." Probably both, really. He didn't want them to spend what money they had on useless trinkets, but in their situation it was reasonable.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:49 pm
“Ah, a brother. That hardly takes the weight off of my shoulders,” he said in jest and he glanced at her, the corners of his eyes creased with amusement.
There was a one in a million chance. A one in a million chance that he would run into this slip of a girl in the forest at the break of dawn. A one in a million chance that he would even see her again, let alone speak with her. A one in a million chance that she, she was the link he needed to retrieve an item his benefactor had misplaced. More than a link. This was better than bent branches and scents on the wind, better than a forgotten article left behind at camp, better than catching word in some God-forsaken, Podunk town in the middle of nowhere.
Yuval could feel his body tense with the maddening rush of hound-adrenaline. Excitement. So close, so close, soclosesoclosesoclose. For a moment, his pale eyes blazed with an overwhelming joy, an explosion behind that typically indiscernible gaze.
She was his one in a million chance. Yuval did not believe in fate, but he briefly wondered if he should start. Yuval was not a religious man, but he entertained the idea of a god giving him lenience. He praised whatever god Amjad-bey believed in and smiled - it took him his all to bite down the wolfishness of that simple gesture.
“Well, I do not want to get you into trouble, my dear,” he intoned, holding up the curious piece as though measuring it against the pale backdrop of his Lark‘s neck. With a rustle, he stepped behind her, hands ghosting across the curve where neck met shoulder resting the cool abalone against the dip of her collarbone, the soft ribbon fastening at the base of her neck. Was it necessary to reach around her to adjust the small piece? Hardly. He pressed the pendant to her skin, allowed his touch to linger. This information was a triumph, he felt proud, he felt bold. Yuval brushed the strands of hair lying against her cheek back, indulged in the sensation of tracing the edge of his finger over the curve of her pointed ear. His smile was not intended for her, for anyone.
Yuval smiled for the hunt.
And then he had stepped away, handing the sum of the small trinket to the seller across the table. He kept out of her bubble of personal space, but fixed her with an unnervingly searching stare.
“A young woman should not be without a piece of jewelry. Your brother will understand, I hope.”
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 11:49 pm
The girl chuckled softly, "He's overprotective, that's for sure." But without reason? Only in part... Though, there were times which he really frustrated her. "But he means well." Hitsu added quietly, as though to make up for her thoughts aloud. Of course, he'd know nothing of those thoughts. It was probably lucky for him that she had taken to looking at the jewelry on the table again, or else she probably would have questioned that strange look in his eyes.
However, when he spoke to her again she looked up. Hitsu hadn't noticed that he'd picked something up until now, and she gave the hound a questioning look. He moved behind her, and she tried to look over her shoulder for a moment before she felt the slightly cold piece against her skin. She looked down to it, and before she could put a hand to it he had adjusted it himself. The girl felt her cheeks warming with her blush, unsure of the hound's close proximity when he continued to linger there, tucking her hair behind an ear. Her gaze fell to the ground sheepishly, and offered a nod in response to his final statement. "Y-yes..." She said softly, "Thank you."
Somewhere within growing morning crowd, she heard something. Someone shouting over the buzzing noise of the street, and it took only a few seconds for her to clearly make out what was being shouted.
"Hitsu! Hitsu!?" It called, sounding more frantic with every call.
She gasped, and looked up to the hound quickly. "He's come looking for me! I have to go!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:47 pm
How Yuval so wanted to touch the spreading warmth on Lark's cheek. He wanted to feel that heat beneath his fingers, wanted to stroke her pale skin as though it were fine silk. So meek and gentle! So easy to startle the rose to blossom across her flesh.
The frantic voice punctuated the early morning chatter like cracking wood, and though it was overlaid with the humdrum going-ons in the market, it didn't escape Yuval's ears-- especially when his Lark's eyes lit up with such careful panic, in turn highlighting the name, the timbre, making This Voice important.
Hitsu.
His eyes narrowed minutely, heart picking up speed from raw excitement. He wanted to try this name on his tongue as much as he wanted to try her; but it wasn't the discovery of her name that gave rise to his fervor. No, that boy was near, the one that had come to the door the night he had been so close, so close. Completion was a bittersweet spark on his tongue, and Yuval's need to capture his master's prey dug beneath his skin like a corkscrew obsession, much greater than that of his want for this waifish creature before him.
Yuval's gaze flicked across the crowd, searching for the voice calling her name. He wanted this little game of chess to continue. He wanted to take his piece and lure others to his side of the board. He needed, needed the clear to squares to capture the queen. His Lark would have to be his pawn.
The canine gently touched Hitsu's elbow, calm in the light of her gentle fear. So like a child, wary of reprimand.
"Come now, we've only just run into one another," he said gently, stroking her elbow as if to smooth the wrinkles in her worries. "Who's to say Lark will summon the Dawn again? Third time's a charm, but I hardly live a charmed life."
He spoke so calmly, so quietly, coaxing her like one would coax a butterfly from its cocoon. His face was schooled with something like sadness, hopefulness, a mixture of both-- come with me, just a moment longer.
Yuval needed to know more, was desperate for more. Her brother would not provide that, and if he saw his face.... A mischievous light illuminated his pale eyes.
"Have you a defiant bone in your body, Lark? Come, fly with me! They are playing just down the road, there is food to spare, and this Dawn has yet to break the horizon. I'll not except anything less than your company. Play hooky from your brother, just this once."
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:31 pm
She had hesitated, looking back in the direction of her brother's call. Hitsu knew he was worried; knew he would be angry once he had found her. Yuval's soft touch brought her attention back to him, looking up to him in a mixture of confusion and nervousness. That look in his eyes, she couldn't quite read it. Though, in a moment he was urging her to ignore Yuki and instead go with him.
His voice pulled at her, tempted her. The soft smile that tugged at her lips made it known, a soft blush at her cheeks accompanied the look of mischief. Wherever the hound had in mind, she wanted to have him take her there.
It was she who took him by the hand and hoped to lead him away from where her brother was searching. The last thing she wanted to do was linger too long where they had been standing; Yuki may have found them in moments.
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