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 Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 9:02 pm
Golden amber eyes darted up to shoot him a look when he winked at her and made his little joke. "I will assist you later if you feel ill. That's hardly a time for intimacy of any kind." Shaking her head, she sighed. "Men." No reason not to trust her, huh? If he wasn't careful she was going to take advantage of that. "All right, how do I get them off?" She let both wrists rest on her palms and she turned them this way and that to find how any of the buckles or straps worked, or if there were clasps and locks she needed to take care of.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 9:37 pm
Wrath let out a booming laugh at that, though doing so not only managed to hurt his chest, but almost every other wound on his person as well. "So you will come to my aid when I am ill, yet have already threatened me with stopping my heart, permanently. I can not decide if you would like me better alive, or dead!" He laughed more, even though it was hardly very funny, but that laughter soon stopped in favor of other problems. If he had been any other kind of man, he might have let out a dramatic sigh and muttered women under his breath, but Wrath was not that kind of man, and so he only let out a small, wheezing sigh, before he began removing the gauntlets, slowly, himself. When he was finished with one in each hand, he offered them out towards her. Wrists pointed upwards. Cue dramatic reveal music.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 9:52 pm
"I never said any such thing. I simply stated that it is something I am capable of." Bright eyes shrouded in shadow flickered his way before she turned her attention down to the gauntlets again. However, when he sighed and began to just remove the gauntlets himself she caught them easily in her hands. "I would have figured it out. I don't wear gauntlets." Why should she know how to take armor off if she didn't wear it. She glanced down at his now bare wrists and then at the gauntlets in her hands. And then she paused, looking to his wrists again. Her eyes were on the tattoo, an exact replica of her own facing in the reverse direction. "What's that?" She asked, juggling the gauntlets so they were both tucked against her chest with one arm while a now freed gloved hand reached out. Her finger brushed against his wrist, the cloth covered nail dragging an outline around the wing's feathers. "You only have one wing? That seems rather silly, doesn't it?"
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 10:10 pm
"I am sure you would have." He mused out loud, though he still did not pause in removing them to let her give it a try for herself. He was feeling just a little light headed, though by now he was sure at least ]most of the bleeding must have stopped. With the gauntlets free of his grasp, he was just about to let his hands fall back to his sides, when he noticed her looking down at his wrists. He paused a moment longer, looking down at them himself, eyes going to the wing on one that he had noticed before, but had shrugged off with very little thought. Her question earned her a more physical shrug, though he winced after he did it. Damn shoulder wound! "I truthfully do not remember it's nature or origin." And why should he? It wasn't the only tattoo on his body, and none of those held any meaning for him either when he had seen them. "I suppose it is rather odd." He mused, "Perhaps it is just unfinished."
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 9:27 am
Na'ima frowned. It was more odd than he knew. It was exact, just the opposite direction. Every little line was the exact same, every little shape of feathers, everything was the same. It was even the same size. Why did he have the same tattoo as her? Why couldn't she figure out why? It was more than just 'similar', it was the same. It was significant and she couldn't figure out why. That bothered her more than him having it at all. Unfinished. Right. She doubted it, the wing wasn't placed in a way that another could be added to it without bleeding onto the side or outside of his wrist. It was the same. Why. She couldn't remember the origin of her own either. Was it..was it a knight thing? No, it couldn't be. Why would his be black and why would hers have red? It would make more sense for his to be red all over, and she didn't recall seeing anyone else with these. Now it was going to bother her until she figured it out. Still cradling his wrist in the palm of her hand, Na'ima turned to start walking again and to guide Wrath along with her. Maybe others did have it and she just had not noticed? "Is it a brand, perhaps? Do you recall anyone else with one? It is just so...strange. It's placed right there in the center, it can't be unfinished unless you have no desire for something aesthetically pleasing and symmetrical. If you added another wing there would be no room, it would wrap around your wrist where the other does not.." Why was this bothering her so much. Perhaps if he had remembered, or even pretended to remember and made up a convincing story. Finally she looked up at him again, frowning. "For a warrior of the red knight, you certainly wear quite a lot of black," said the black knight also wearing red. This was getting stranger and stranger for her, and he likely had no idea, did he?
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 4:32 pm
Her curiousness over his tattoo was puzzling to him, but he did not say anything while she continued to study it, content instead to watch her, and admire how very pretty she looked even while she was frowning. Soon, however, she was tugging him along, and with another deep, steeling breath, he followed. "A brand?" He asked, blinking, before he realized she was still talking about that tattoo. "I told you, I do not know what it is. And no, I have not." He glanced down at his wrist again, then, only now as she said it noticing how it was centered and therefore likely quite finished already. And then she started using some big words that he didn't really understand, though he thought she might have meant that it was ugly. "I like it!" He protested, for some reason, even if he only now was really looking at it closely. But it was a part of his person, so therefore, it was just as great as him! Why was this bothering her so much? He did not have any idea, but he did not remove his wrist from her grip either, still shuffling along at whatever pace he could manage. Suddenly, subject change. His dizzied brain struggled to keep up with her. "This is just what I had, already. I think...." He didn't know. He really didn't. "Besides, if I continue to bleed all over it, will it not turn red eventually?" He joked, poorly, his face looking a little pale and his smile wan. "Do you happen to know if we are almost there?"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 4:47 pm
At his protest she looked surprised, turning wide eyes up toward him. "As do I," she assured him. She liked the tattoo more than he realized, perhaps that was why she had an exact copy. But it seemed to be bothering him, so she decided to let it go. For now. Instead she subconsciously rubbed her thumb in circles against the tattoo while guiding Wrath toward a doorway. He didn't look good. His joke was..inaccurate. And bad. But it earned him a smile and an involuntary chuckle. "I suppose, but perhaps you should stop bleeding all over it. We're here." A healer looked up from his work, saw the bleeding knight, and sighed. He directed them to the nearest cot and then instructed Wrath to remove his armor. Every piece. Warriors and their fighting.
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