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 Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 8:21 pm
Oh, he liked to test his boundaries. Scylla arched her brow at the knight's clear flirtations, shaking her head with a wry smile. "If we weren't interested in a little risk we wouldn't power up night after night," she agreed, "But if I were you, I wouldn't get my hopes up on a please. Scylla isn't- I'm much more direct with the tiara on." If she wanted to be bitten, she'd tell him to do it.
Two fingers lifted, intending to let him know without words that he had received his second strike, when the cloak was offered. Well- that was gentlemanly. Reaching out with a slender hand, she tugged the edge of the offered cape around her bare shoulders, scooting a little closer. "Thank you," she said instead, and offered him a small smile.
"I'm sorry you were alone. That- it could not have been easy to bear the weight and the loss of allies alone. Here you aren't alone, Lace." she shortened his name without thinking, bracketing her ally into a bracket deserving of a nickname- for now, anyways. "We're still taking losses, but there are allies here. A network. We even have civilians, who don't know anything about this other than that their lives were saved, helping as they can."
His question gave her pause, and she felt her shoulders hunch. "Alone? Sometimes. I got used to the feeling of alone. you can be alone in the middle of a crowd."
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 11:44 pm
He tested and pushes boundaries like they never existed at times. "Ah." Was all he said. "Perhaps another night then." He let that part of their conversation drop, knowing after the 3rd mark she's be on her way. He couldn't have that. Not this soon into their little verbal spar. Instead, Lacedaemon settled for wrapping his cloak around her, ensuring a certain proximity with the woman. "Being alone forced one to adapt, to develop alternative means. Being alone is what I have known. Allies are... a new thing in a way for me." He peered at her, wondering. "Would you call me ally Scylla? Would you offer to be a balm for the loneliness?" He did not mean sexual, his tone serious and contemplative.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2017 5:59 pm
He took that second finger as a warning even though she had retracted it at the offer of his cloak; settling it around her she puffed out a breath.
It was odd, being wrapped in someone's cloak in a setting like this. It didn't smell like she was used to- when it was cold, and Caedus shrugged his own off to keep her warm while they spoke. The alien's garment always seemed to smell of clean earth, clean and fresh even when logic dictated it should not.
Lacedaemon's smelled of something... else. Not quite cologne- that would be too simple, wouldn't it? He smelled of something... tangy. Wood burning fire in the cold, a hint of metal. Not awful, but not something comfortable.
"Forced you to work smarter, not harder." it was a familiar phrase to her, usually not in relation to the act of war, however. It should have been, though. He'd been forced to think of different tactics to survive an enemy that should have taken a single knight alone.
The smile came to her lips easily, warm and genuine, crinkling her eyes at the corners. "Allies can be useful," she assured the foreign knight, "There are many of us wandering around who would be willing to show you around and help you find a place here. And company. Other knights to train with, perhaps, learn how to work with allies?"
She adjusted one tentacled armband, swung out a foot. "And yes, I don't see why I couldn't call you ally. No one likes being lonely." Well- some might. She didn't.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 5:25 pm
"Forced me to consider lesser evils sweetling. Intelligence begets a knowledge that often can cripple, and is no easier to obtain than muscle. Which, the mind is." He hummed to himself, taking a second to enjoy simply speaking of things objectively for a while. Even if it would just be that- for a while. He had purpose here after all. "Europe is different than America I am learning. You are all so.. optimistic, hopeful. Perhaps my years have jaded me. Both as a man, and as a knight- life is unkind to the innocence I see here, and I fear that it will be crushed before it might flourish." A hand at her shoulder, it slid down one arm. He was taking liberties again. Testing her limits. "Being ones ally should be more than being useful. It is a choice, an act upon which you build a foundation. It is a place of unity. A means of convenience in a shared or common goal is just-" He huffed. How to spin this, twist it. "Forgive me Scylla, I just am a bit at odd with myself. I have never had much an opportunity such as I do now. You can imagine what it is like- to be alone. To company, in this manner and-" he pulled away for effect, "-Others. Being as we are it makes certain matters of life difficult. As you might know."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 6:16 pm
Sweetling. Still a nickname, but one she would choose to forgive as payment for the cloak. "Ignorance is bliss." her lips quirked, slightly amused by the phrases being pulled out through conversation, and she hummed thoughtfully. "What people are, who they are behind the masks. Not being able to trust that behind a pair of pretty blue eyes there is not a monster out to take your soul." she lifted her hand, placed it over her heart. "Literally."
She pursed her lips, considering. "Europe is more jaded on the whole, I think, it's not just you. Europe was more honest, while America makes trade of optimism. Encouraging the weakness it then wishes to crush out of you. But the feeling of hope just never quite goes away, because you've been taught that if you just keep afloat you'll have another raft come by."
His hand slid down her arm, and the hair prickled there, under his hand, flesh bumping. Lacedaemon was an attractive man, for his presumed age, and Scylla got the feeling that he knew it. Which was probably the worst part. "You speak of alliance like marriage. The most blatant alliance of all. Not like a business, but like something more intimate." it was interesting to note, and it made her soften, to the next part.
You can imagine what it is like- to be alone. Yes... yes she could. She didn't have to imagine. Jada had done it to herself for years, and she found herself reaching out now, offering the knight a small, well-manicured hand. "I know. Not wanting to tell parents, children, a spouse, who we are. Hoping that they aren't hiding the same secrets."
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 9:43 pm
There, a seed planted, an offer made without words. "Perhaps. Marriage has never agreed with me, perhaps that is why I am never certain that I may fully embrace an alliance at face value." Not entirely untrue. His marriage was to end because of his hate for it in part. But his alliance to chaos was born of his want, that was if anything one thing he was certain of. Taking Scylla's hand, he lifted it just below his lips. No more kisses. Just an act of would be chivalry. "If you ever seek the comfort of an ear or... familiarity and commonality, you need only call for me Scylla." Her name spoken with that tint of an accent. "Until another night?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 11:44 am
Lacedaemon lifted her hand, not-quite brushing her fingers with his lips, and Scylla could almost feel her hand twitch in his grip, that half-moment almost confusing. So one to his other comments- did he have commitment issues, perhaps? How did he feel then, as a knight, bound to one prince? Probably not very happy, even beyond what he'd said earlier.
"I'll keep that in mind, Lacedaemon." she lifted her other hand, pushing his cloak off of one shoulder, then the other, gripping it so it wouldn't fall completely to the ground. "Thank you for the loan. Feel free to send me a message as well, if you want to meet or perhaps go on a patrol together."
Lips quirked with humor. "Your strikes will reset every time, I promise."
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 3:05 pm
A smirk, and the knight bowed a final time, cape in hand, feeling what seeds required planting had been sown.
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iStoleYurVamps
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