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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:23 am
Tact. That's what this man needed. He was having second thoughts about the team, and he did a very good job making those thoughts contagious. First the lunatic of a captain comes along and assaults her and now this man was here lecturing her like she had done something wrong. She could only hope their fourth was agreeable enough to balance the standards, though if not she would do this alone if she had to.
Though aesthetic colors and appearances were lost in her little world of darkness, she could 'see' the spiritual pressure running through him along their respective veins and patterned ornately across his skin. His nerves were calm and cold and he seemed to be getting along in years. He was strong, and his energy signature was above average, but beyond that he seemed... human. Yet he was complaining that she showed weakness?
"Forgive me for dropping my guard in the face of an ally." She said, almost haughtily. One thing at a time, right? She assumed he hadn't seen her reaction to the sound, and his basis here was entirely off her little conflict with their captain. Needless to say, off this assumption she was indignant and particularly annoyed. Her goals were weak? She was putting herself and the team at risk? This guy had some nerve.
"It shall not happen again." this time without the sarcasm and with an ever-so-subtle hint of spite. Yes, as if she was accusing him of thoughts on assaulting her as well.
With that she brushed past him, the shadows swelling behind her, almost threatening to envelop him in the darkness of her world. In essence, she was throwing a tantrum. She may have been more mature than most, but she was still only 19, and there were only so many attacks and insults a teenage girl could take before getting mad. Besides, being acquainted or not didn't matter to him, right? He probably already knew her name anyways, and he clearly wasn't interested in talking. First impressions were not the forte of people around here.
She was headed in the direction of the hotel, though once she calmed down she might realize that a room with these people probably wasn't the most enjoyable thing either. What a pleasant trip this was turning out to be; a stark reminder that her goals were no joyride, but there was nothing she wouldn't do to reach them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 12:58 pm
Striker Nightmare And so Vince watched as she gave him a bow and tilted his head down towards the ground in his own type of bow. At the same time he did so, however, he began whispering something in a strange language which consisted of many gargling sounds and deep growling sounds which were actually the draconic language. At the end of Vince's whispering, his body began to shrink and his neck began to get smaller, along with his tail. Vince's body was basically sucking itself back into the torso. His legs became smaller as his body shrunk down towards the ground. After about thirty seconds, Vince's body was small, and then, a single word was mumbled among the transforming mass and the human body appeared in the small dragon's place.
However, the human body was not in the place that it was likely expected. It was not standing up, but instead, it was on all fours, hands and knees. Vincent was breathing hard, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. It would be a few minutes before he gained enough energy to stand or move away from his current position, but he was fine with that. He was sitting there on all fours wearing only a pair of shorts which he'd materialized along with his human body. He would put actual clothes on later, but it wouldn't matter. It was only Arian, and he was sure that she'd seen a finely toned man in nothing but athletic shorts before.
"You... Are... welcome.." Vincent managed to spit out between deep breaths from which his body shuddered as it tried to get oxygen to all of his large muscles. His body required massive amounts of oxygen, and if it wasn't well supplied, his body was useless, as it was now. It would be, like stated earlier, a few minutes before he would be able to stand and physically exert himself once more. True enough, if someone wished to harm Vincent, it would be easy while he was in this position, yet, for whatever reason, he knew that he would be protected. Whether that protection came from one of his team members or from someone else, he wasn't sure.
"The downside.... to my... body..." Vincent wheezed again and let out a cough of a laugh. Vincent moved his neck slightly in an attempt to peer upwards, but his neck muscles wouldn't even respond to that, so, he was stuck looking at Arian's shins.
"Against the law?"
He shrank. He transformed. And while that was occuring-you can bet he was being stared at.
....Damn. How the hell was that possible, really? It boggled the mind.... And hey, look at the view...but Arian wasn't really thinking about that. Okay, she was, a little, what woman wouldn't be? But yeah. Not the main thing on her mind, despite the shirtless man before her. Silence for a minute or two. Silence, and thinking.
Then Arian started forward, walking towards the man on all fours, her eyes no longer on him-but scanning the rest of the park. He was vulnerable after changing. That much was obvious. What was also obvious, was the fact he could be taken advantage of. She's somewhat surprised, really, he had risked something. Anyone could attack him. Hell-even she could have, but he did it anyway. Not that Arian would... One, starting a fight now would hardly be any fun given his state-and two, she considered such a thing cowardly, and Arian Lennox was no coward. He had nothing to worry about from her-or anyone else. She would defend him if need be, more to beat up a coward than save his a**-because Arian was strange like that. No one, however, seemed to be nearby to take advantage of the situation, and attack Vince. Her eyes flickered down to him. How easy it would be. No one in their right minds would have shown such weakness to her in Gaia's mainland. No one who knew who she was. But that was the thing. He didn't know who she was.
Arian pondered that, and somewhere-felt better.
So, while he spoke, his face still down-she took the moment to admire, briefly, the muscles rippling just beneath his skin along his back, and also took a moment, briefly, to appreciate them.
"The downside...to my...body..." The outlaw found herself amused. "Oh?" She uttered, nearly to herself, because his words came right after her admiring. He made no effort to move, seemed to be looking at her jeans-so Arian put her hands on her knees and bent down, just enough to look at his sandy colored eyes curiously. "You can't move?" It seemed a rhetorical question, and while yes, Arian was not at all intending him harm-there was a degree of calculation in the pretty blue eyes, a considering sort of look. "How do you know I won't lope your head off, Vince?" She wondered in her accented, exotic sounding English, and NOW you could tell she was mildly amused, full lips curving into a half smile. She took her left hand off her knee, and extended it to him to help him up. Her words might make him wonder. After all-Arian didn't seem to be armed, she was wearing a shirtless turtleneck and jeans. No weapon belt or anything.
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox "You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 3:22 pm
That went pretty well, to say the least. As much as pissing her off was his fault, the man only sighed inwardly a bit, tallying the mark up to all the crap that has went on lately. Assaults, confusion, all of this really didn't amount to much. But coming from the people that were supposed to be on the same side as her... well... its understandable how she got so overwhelmed. One way or another he had no intention of going after her or trying to mend things. So long as she had time to think what he said over a bit she might understand his nature a bit more. As of now all of their paths and motives were a bit unclear, at least in the man's eyes, but soon enough they'd have to put together in one way or another.
He'd take a deep breath, releasing the slight tension the passing shadows gave him from the tantrum his team mate threw. Even after all this time of living on the edge, hunting spirits, and balancing on the lines of life or death the man still felt what any other human would feel. Fear, anxiety, doubt, all of these were normal even for those with years of experience. It was only because of his time out in the world that he was able to handle things so well on the surface and because of his training that he could keep his inner calm enough not to show fear. Still, when things were said and done he always gave himself a few moments to relieve the pressure so that he may deal with the oncoming onslaught of another day.
It was better not to get attached. More often than not when working with another the hunter didn't learn more than a description and a name. So yes, he knew who Selini was, but beyond that he might never care to know. And with Tak's little display of madness Zen would keep his guard up around the man, likely even to the point of throwing a few punches his way to stave him off, though he truly hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Well sooner or later the whole team would have to get together, likely in the hotel room sometime. Zen, being a man of the outdoors, rather preferred making camp out in the park or somewhere else on the island, though all said and done it wasn't really his choice. There were certain unspoken rules, in his mind, to follow. And by refusing the hotel stay, the comforts within, and the company to be had it would be like spitting in the face of the officials in his mind. After all, if somebody gives you a gift, you accept it graciously rather than rejecting it. That's how the formal end worked anyways. After all, more often than not it only caused problems, so instead he'd play along for a while.
Who knows? He might even enjoy himself for a change.
Giving Selini plenty of time to make way for the hotel and to go do her own thing, Zen would head that way himself to give this room a look over as well.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 3:27 pm
Vincent continued to laugh in his coughing manner as she talked to him, talked of him, and for whatever reason, Vincent knew that she was staring at his body. He didn't care, of course, as most women thought that this form, and the other, was beautiful, if they weren't terrified of it, that is. Clearly, something on Vince's body had drawn Arian's attention, because she spent a few moments looking as his muscular arms, back, and shoulders before bending down to look him in the face. He managed to flash her a toothy grin right before she held out his hand, and in reply to her hand, Vincent made a bold move.
Usually, he refused to move, as if to not overexert himself and pass out, as he'd done when he first learned of his ability to change the forms. However, when she held out her hand, Vincent lifted his right hand from the ground and made a reach for Arian's. His hand found purchase, but that side of his body collapsed momentarily, causing his left arm to fall to the ground. This resulted in Vincent's chest smacking the ground, but after a second, he used Arian's hand and pushed off the ground with the little remaining strength left in his powerful legs. It took him a tremendous amount of struggle, but, soon enough, he was standing on two shaky legs.
"I don't think... that you would have killed me, simply..." Vincent was still breathing hard, and after a second, his speech broke off. His eyes showed a look of weariness and exhaustion, showed a look of someone that was almost dead, yet, Arian would probably guess that he was no where close to being dead. He began to speak again, starting with a mumbled 'Because' and then, his legs crumpled beneath him and he fell forward into Arian, his massive body useless once more.
However, he did manage to finish his sentence as he fell. "Simply because you're attracted to me..." He mumbled and looked at her with sandy brown eyes even as he fell towards her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 3:58 pm
"Against the law?"
"Against the law?"
Arian helped him up by pulling and leaning back slightly as she also rose to feet-though when her hand opened to release his as soon as he was up-but he didn't let go. Arian's eyes flickered back up to his face, but with his breathing and difficulty speaking, she decided he was just out of it.
She gave her hand a little shake to remind him of it-and then he faltered in his speech. Eyes widened slightly with the realization he was going to fall again-but when she tried to hop back, reflexes dead on-she couldn't.
He still had her FREAKING HAND! "Hey-!" Her back hit the bricks with more force than was comfortable-crushed under someone much bigger than her, Arian's breath caught in her throat, effectively knocked out of her from a very heavy male landing on the poor outlaw-she was five two, 124 lbs, and THIS guy was 6'11 and full of muscle.
Well, Arian was definitely female...toned, flat stomach, legs and arms along with curves made the fall painless for Vince-but it sure as hell didn't help her much.
What was worse-she's lying on the knife sheathed at the small of ehr back, she couldn't even STAB him.
"Wouldn't-" She couldn't even get air into her lungs, was being crushed. s**t! Cloth boots tried to find some purchase so she might scoot herself away and out from under him, while Arian tried to shove him off. "Count-on that!" Her words were so accented, they might be difficult to understand. She blew her longish, dark bangs out of her eyes, and proceeded to glare at him a little. Seriously. Couldn't he have fallen BACKWARDS?
She ran out of breath to say anything more, vibrantly colored eyes showing a mixture of temper and embarrassment, along with the flicker of pain that had flared through them upon landing. Vince wouldn't get to cop any damned feels though-while she wasn't wearing armor, her chest seemed to be wrapped tightly in leather or some other material, rather than a traditional undergarment.
Those nice muscles she'd looked at earlier were suddenly very annoying-he was too heavy to push off.
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox "You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:52 pm
Using what bit of strength Vincent had left, he began whispering, more like mumbling quickly to himself between hard breaths, even as they fell. The spell was complete just two seconds before Arian would have smacked the ground, and, in those two seconds, a few important things happened. Vince's eyes which had shown pure exhaustion and almost death seconds before now showed awareness, and a look of dread as he seen where his body, and in turn Arian's, was headed. Arian was only two seconds from hitting the ground when Vince's spell restored the energy back to his limbs, pulling energy from his magical store that he kept in case of dire emergencies.
His left arm shot to the ground to brace the two, and his right hand, the one that had been holding Arian's hand quickly moved behind her falling form to brace itself gently against her back. With a grunt, Vince's left hand hit the ground first, and the shock of the impact was taken by Vince's arm, stopping Arian's body from hitting the ground. Gently, Vince let Arian's body down onto the ground and then stood up, removing his hand from her back slowly, careful of how he did so. He didn't want to harm her in any way, and he knew that she was likely much more fragile than she appeared to be, despite being a warrior. She was still a human, and a woman, afterall.
Vince's hand right hand was offered to Arian in return for the fall, hopefully, she would accept it and get up. Hopefully, she also wouldn't kill him in the mean-time. Vince flashed her an apologetic smile and spoke softly, offering her an apology. "I'm sorry, Arian. I didn't really... mean for any of that to happen.. it was... a mistake." And as Vince said this, he flexed his arm and chest muscles and got a s**t eating grin on his face. Even though he was sure it had pissed her off, he could tell that she was attracted to him. Vince was enjoying this walk in the park, that's for sure.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 5:15 pm
"Against the law?"
((Awwww that was nice~))
Arian's body had tensed in expectation of impact, which damned RIGHT would have been painful-but it never came. Jerked to a stop, Arian blinked, more than a little surprised. Better than being landed on, yes. But his hand was on her back. She was being touched. First inclination was to lash out at him, simply reflex-but she suppressed the urge.
Hell, he didn't have time to remove his hand slowly as he stood up- Arian rolled off his hand and shoved herself up on one arm, swinging her right leg over the left to bring her body safely out from under his shadow, should he fall or something again.
She saw his hand but didn't take it, usually impassive expression now one of determination. As if she felt taking the hand was somehow admitting weakness.
She was already on her feet, watching him with the vibrantly colored eyes that so resembled tropical waters. "...you shouldn't have stood up." She said, and then-she's suddenly not sure she wants to be angry.
The ********? Of COURSE she wants to be angry.
..."Fall backwards next time." She said, glancing to the ground at her left. At least he hadn't crushed her. She didn't want to be breaking ribs before the tournament.
His flexing of muscles, instead of bring about a smile or a flirtatious look-brought about another flash of fire through those eyes. They narrowed slightly, and Arian backed off a step. "It's fine." She said, accented words leaving her lips slowly, while her eyes remained on his sandy ones, as if she wished to show him, quite plainly-that his build did not distract her or control her in any way.
Arian was strange. Very strange.
A longer moment, and then her face was no longer determined, but impassive, revealing nothing-while her eyes-so expressive, those eyes-seemed to be mildly wary and suspicious.
He wasn't out to attack her. Arian knew and understood this-and yet, at the same time, found reason to be wary of him, however slight.
It's been a while since she's had to scare someone off. The brand, to those who knew it's meaning, was usually enough.
Arian felt tense, suddenly. Needed to move, do something. The native was an outlaw, and a wild one, at that. Nothing tamed about Arian. Her eyes left his, and she turned to walk across the stones, steps silent-and to an off branching path. Stupid men.
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 5:32 pm
Vincent watched her eyes closely and seen the different emotions, yet, when she got pissed and walked away, Vincent let her go. He'd dealt with her type before, yet, eventually, he learned how to get to them. He would allow her space, yet, he would press the matter at a later time and keep on with pressure from a distance, so, with a slight wave and a quiet 'Goodbye Arian' that he was sure she'd hear because he made it magically so that she would, Vincent left back towards the hotel.
Of course, he was going to do a few things when he got back. One of which was to magically create a giant bouquet of flowers and have them placed in Arian's room, and another was to visit the bar, where after a case of beer, Vincent would most likely return to his room to sleep and stare at the ceiling, waiting for Arian's reply to his flowers. If she never gave one, he would think of something else, but he was more than positive that she would react to the flowers in some way, whether that be negative or positive reaction though, he wasn't sure.
So, with a yawn, Vincent returned to the hotel to do that. When Arian returned to her room later that night, she would surely find a massive bouquet of different flowers.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 7:08 pm
"Against the law?"
"Whoa-" Arian murmured, not quite ready to stand by herself yet, leaning on Vince, still clinging, confused. "Whoa-"
..."whoa." That one was said much quieter, and it was kind of amusing, an otherwise intelligent, analytical woman reduced to talking like a wigged out surfer chick.
And then she pushed on him with her left arm, but not really to push HIM away, more herself-and blinked, tilting her head back and leaning so far she seemed, for a moment, in danger of falling over backwards.
"Whoa." She finished, then pat his arm. "Okay....okay...I think you won." And then she giggled. Sand. Oh hey!~ The BEACH! Wouldn't you know!
She turned her head, standing straight again, dark hair slipping off her branded shoulder to fall back into line down her back while she looked at the water, the sound of waves having distracted her. "I-it...Abi?" She said aloud, blinking and glancing to her right, then left again, still touching Vince, using him to keep balance, rather dizzy.
Abi failed to magically appear, and then Arian remembered she wanted to go swimming.
"Yes! Urihai levilla easaor..." She murmured the Courtelli to herself, and it might be realized that her native language didn't seem to contain ANY harsh sounds at ALL, just the lyrical words and musical sort of fluctuations. English must sound incredibly barbaric, DID sound barbaric in comparison.
She turned away from him to stumble a step or two, nearly falling forward-but caught herself and then danced across the sand in neat little leaps and turns and steps-coming to a stop at the edge of the water, where it lapped up on the sand, smoothing it.
Arian was still, and she stared a moment, remembering things. But...her heart was still jumping, and her legs and arms wanted to move, and so she just HAD to go in there, and swim.
Without a thought, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it somewhere behind her.
No free show though, sorry Vince-Arian didn't wear traditional underclothing. Her chest was wrapped in soft leather rather tightly, Arian's version of a control top. You couldn't be unsupported when flipping, rolling, slicing and stabbing, could you? No. Course not.
The wrapped leather stopped four inches or so above her navel, flat, slightly toned stomach quite uncovered, as was her unblemished, toned lower back. There were no straps on the leather cloth wrapped around her upper chest, just the leather wrapped about, no gaping cleavage really-less than there would have been for a bikini, anyway. A delicate gold chain necklace was around her neck, and hanging from it-a small gold cross.
A knife was sheathed at her lower back, a dangerous looking one-and it had been so well concealed, it might startle him to realize she'd been armed all along.
Anyway.
Arian drew the knife and tossed it with expert marksmanship to her right, where it stuck into the sand several yards off with a dull 'thunk' ing sound.
She would fumble with the clasp to her jeans but give up, and then she dashed into the water after kicking her cloth boots off, heedless of it's temperature or otherwise. She was Courtelli anyway. Natives had slightly higher body temperatures than mainlanders-Arian's normal temp was 101 degrees, for instance. She wasn't technically suffering from a fever until she hit 106.
Not that Arian ever got sick, really. She couldn't particularly afford to, and had been rather lucky, in that regard, for the most part. She hit the water and didn't surface for a minute or two-and when she did, she paused only to sweep her longish bangs out of her eyes-and then happily turned and swam parallel to the beach in easy, strong strokes before going under again.
She was, indeed, an excellent swimmer. Laughed a lot out there too, God only knows why.
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:00 pm
So, this is when the fun started, despite a few minor issues that Vince had. As Arian had clung to him, and then a few moments later leaned against him, he felt a slight irritation against his cold skin. He was cold blooded, and so, he was a bit more sensitive to warmth when in this form, so he could tell right away that Arian's temperature was just a bit hotter than most of the human women, or males, that Vince had ever come in contact with. It didn't really bother Vince all that much, really, even though he preferred cold, he did live in tropical forests and highly wooded places due to the type of dragon he was. So, the heat was a minor issue.
Issue number two, however, was a bit more serious. Arian was swimming without a shirt on, but her undergarment prevented the cleavage that Vince would have been happy to see. He whistled at her in the bird call kind of way that men could give a woman, letting her know that she was worth a male's attention. After the whistle, Vince looked down with his sandy brown eyes to discover that, in his haste, he was still wearing only a pair of jeans, no shirt, no shoes, and sadly enough, no socks. Yes, Vincent was more pissed about not having socks on than not having a shirt or shoes.
Issue number three was, here was a very beautiful woman that Vince had his eye one, and she was swimming, yet, Vincent had no way to swim with her. Even though he could swim without having to breathe, seeing as how he was a green dragon with the ability of breathing underwater, he still had a major problem to worry about. Seeing as how Vince was only temporarily in this form, he could not really swim without risk of his wings and skin being soaked with water when he switched forms. If he were in his forest, he would not have worried about that, but seeing as how he had no idea when he would actually need his wings or his scales, he couldn't risk it.
So Vince just compounded his horrible issues together and plopped down on the sand, watching the beautiful Arian swim around while he knew she wanted him in there with her. He sighed and simply watched, laughing a bit as he observed her enjoying herself.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:13 pm
"Against the law?"
He'd be sitting for a while, but not terribly long-half hour at the most.
She had to get tired eventually-and, out of it as she was, she wasn't even pacing herself. Body was fit and conditioned, but Arian was starting to lose out to the neat little out current that had snagged her and she'd been playing with and against for a while-before she swam low to be out of it, then surfaced again, puzzled at the lack of sand at her feet-swimming, swimming, swimming-and then she skimmed it again. Ah. Good.
She touched down when the water was at her chest level, walking further into shallower water until she ended up on all fours on the smooth sand just at the water's edge, giggling about something.
Tired. Abi's ecstasy crap was running a rampage on Arian's previously untainted system-and after the swimming and the general zaniness, the outlaw felt calm again, no longer wanting to race about and do things.
She pushed up on the sand, foot coming down to replace her knee-and then swayed a moment, nearly toppling over-but nah, she was alright. Jeans were just soaked and as such-heavy.
She didn't go get her knife, her shirt, or her cloth boots, just kind of wandered around on the beach a second, head down, seeming to follow some pattern in the dips and rises of the sand-when she'd eventually be over by Vince again, the dazed woman close enough now that he'd hear her humming softly, quietly to herself-some pretty little tune or song or something, heard long, long ago and remembered now, when she had nothing to worry her, at the moment. She stood just infront of where he was sitting, and...the drugged woman-waved at him.
"What are ya doing?" She wondered, another pretty laugh.
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:42 pm
By the time that Arian had tired herself out, Vince's body had allowed itself to fall backwards onto the sand, some of it getting caught in his hair, but it didn't matter. His hair was almost the same color, so it almost fit, but, he would get it out eventually. He had been watching Arian very closely, enjoying the time that she spent having fun, but eventually, he was getting tired. It was late into the night, probably past midnight; Vincent really hadn't payed attention, but he knew that it would have to be past midnight, simply because of the fact that he had met her this morning, they had spent a while in the park, and then, Vincent had attempted his flower trick this evening. Even before he went to see her, he sat around for a few hours and drank. It was an exhausting evening, that was sure.
So, he was laying on his back in the cool sand with his left eye closed, his right eye staring up at the dark night sky until he had heard Arian's feet moving through the sand. He sat up slightly and waved back, before he let his body fall flat to the sand again. His right arm, which he'd used to wave to her rested lazily at his side, while his left arm was curled back behind his head, giving him a rather comfortable pillow. In response to her asking what Vince was doing, he answered rather tiredly while he moved his right hand out slightly to the side and patted the sand directly next to him.
"Well.. I'm just tired, I guess.. I'm just relaxing, is all. How about you?" That was when Vince had finally registered that her voice was getting heavy with her accent, and then, that she was humming. It seemed now that whatever she had taken was wearing off, because now she wasn't as hyper as she had been. Though, Vince was slightly disappointed that Arian hadn't been more affectionate towards him, he didn't care. He was having a good evening just spending time with her without having to argue with her, or piss her off, even if she was drugged. Vince smiled at her and looked back up at the night, speaking again, quietly.
"I'd imagine that you are getting tired as well.. You seem to be calming down, coming off that high of your's. Maybe you should lay down and rest."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 9:05 pm
"Against the law?"
Arian felt heavy. Watching the lying down form of Vince through half open eyes, she stood a moment, not zoning out, exactly, just not thinking of much-and then, when he pats the sand, her eyes moved to watch, and shortly after-she carefully moved backwards, walking to the side of him in a circle-she was at least three or four feet out of reach-and then she ventured closer again, like she wasn't sure she WANTED to sit down, or didn't know if she ought to or not-but eventually, she settled down a foot away from his right side, pulling her soaked knees to her chest and hugging them, chin resting on the wet denim while her vibrantly colored eyes watched the dark waters.
"I don't remember." Arian answered, and it was true-she had no idea what she was doing. When she thought too long on any one subject, it faded away, leaving her calm but mildly odd feeling. "I don't think...I like it..." She murmured thoughtfully.
She wasn't used to not thinking. Not at all.
"Mmhm..." She murmured through her lips, sitting up straighter, legs straightening out as she lied back in the sand too, and then-stars. Oooooh she liked stars...
"I am...smaller than you are, sah-lai." She answered his statement about her coming off a high-like she didn't understand. She was thinking actual heights. She also called him something in Courtelli-didn't sound bad. Just interesting. Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy.
And kind of cold. Arian was still wet, after all-not terribly so, just a light dampness of the water clinging to her native toned skin. Kind of cold, and the stars, and she remembered a time, once, when the stars had been blocked out, the sky alight with red, smoke choking off the smell of the sea-fire, fire everywhere, and it made her sad, and no longer peaceful feeling.
The night everything had gone wrong. Tristan was okay now, at least-but there were things that never should have been, but were, and Arian felt kind of afraid of them, something she never allowed herself to be when in full control of her mental processes and emotions.
So perhaps it was both these things, the cold and the mild fear of circumstances, that caused Arian, Arian LENNOX, the very woman who would just as soon murder a person than touch or be touched by them- to sit up just enough to turn on her left side and be cuddled right up with Vince's right arm, slipping hers around it in a loose hug, left cheek resting on the upper portion as if it were the most natural thing in the world, drawn up knees no doubt touching his hip or the side of his right leg.
She was asleep seconds after having, for whatever reason, chosen to seek comfort in a practical stranger, something else Arian would never normally do. She looked startling innocent asleep-no fire, no determination, just a young woman who really wasn't all that old, making it just like everyone else, some impossible way.
If anything good came out of Abi's drugging the outlaw, Arian would at least get a full night's rest, something she NEVER got. Go figure.
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:28 pm
Vince was a bit surprised, and he had opened his mouth to say something to Arian about how he was sure that she might regret this action in the morning, but instead, Vincent shook his head and gently smiled at her. As she placed her head against Vince's arm, he felt a slight feeling of her warm skin touching his very cold, smooth skin. He was sure that she would surely notice that his skin was cold to the touch, yet, it didn't matter. He was not in the slightest bothered by Arian's warm touch, and he hoped that she wasn't really bothered by his cold touch.
He had contemplated whispering to Arian at first, but, he'd decided against it, so for a while, his keen eyes watched over Arian's form, making sure that no one decided to sneak up on them. Vincent would be able to defend them both, he was sure, but he still didn't like the fact that it would mean likely waking Arian up, so, he kept watch over her form anyway. After a while, however, Vincent's head turned sideways and his face nestled itself against her hair. As he did this, he realized that his arm was wet, as was his hip, but it didn't matter; he could get slightly wet, and he would survive.
So, after a few moments of Vince keeping his face buried in her hair and still managing to catch the scent of vanilla, he drifted off into a light sleep, sure that no one would bother them. However, as his thoughts faded to gentle whispers, something, just one thing, stuck out in Vincent's mind.
What in the hell would Arian do when she woke up with Vince's face in her hair? Not only that, she would discover herself cuddled with the very muscular man that was in fact a dragon in his true form.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:30 pm
"Against the law?"
It was still rather early-the sun had not quite broken over the horizon, but it was bright enough to see anyway, in early morning. The sea hit the shoreline in it's signature calm lapping noise, the scent of water and clean air, the not yet bright light-all of it nice and peaceful.
Not quite awake, Arian thought she was home, for a brief, cloudy moment-until she remembers she's quite grown up and not at all welcome there.
She was lying on what felt like sand against her bare skin, close to someone colder, close, and rather muscular-her skin felt odd against the other person's lack of warmth.
Arian's soft hair ruffled slightly as the person breathed. Person...breathing...arm...Someone was lying next to her.
With a surge of sudden comprehension, Arian's eyes snapped open, instantly awake and alert, vibrantly colored blues LIGHTING with fire as she took in the bare chested male, her own shirtlessness save the leather wrap, the sand, the sleeping-oh dear God-"Holy s**t!" The explosive curse left her lips in accented English. WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE ******** HELL?!
She jerked her arms away from the one she'd been, for whatever ******** reason, hugging nearly, left arm driving up underside of whoever's chin, right hand shoving hard into his muscular form as she shoved herself back and ROLLED away from him, coming to a stop on all fours, looking rather...wild.
Holy s**t were her eyes the wrong color-such vibrant, pretty eyes, now BLAZING with fire, they should have been red, not Caribbean blue, never such a misleading, peaceful color. She was furious.
"You son of a b***h-" Arian threw at him violently-and had she not been human, had she not been the size she was-one might have called that a growl. Still though...for someone only five feet, two inches tall-Arian sure as ******** could look rather formidable, fierce.
Her left hand had left the sand, right tensing on it, fingers slipping into the slippery stuff-and as her left reached for the small of her back-Arian found that her knife wasn't there.
...Neither were her shoes. Not to mention her shirt, but the native refused to be embarrassed, like hell she would be, this was HIS fault, and he was going to DIE. Jesus, how ******** up WAS this?! What had HAPPENED that she'd wake up next to some man?!
Mind raced to remember, while Arian also took stock of her body, but nothing hurt really, and she thought that it would, if he had, but where was her shirt?! Why were they HERE?! Why was she not ARMED?!
He had DONE something-"Son of a b***h-" She shouted angrily-uh oh. RUN VINCE RUN!
"You're seriously warning me of that? Seriously?"-Arian Lennox
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