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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Mar 15, 2014 1:57:13 GMT
"Ah...Pryfektus Nyrdottir...I do remember her, yes. A woman who took no nonsense from anyone. Heart of gold though. She was a damn fine warrior too."
Larael smiled. She remembered her mentor fondly and was glad that someone else did, too. Larael had taken on a lot of Astara’s disciplined attitude and had become, in her own right, an effective officer.
As they crossed the deck, he looked over towards the dancefloor. As she followed his gaze, her inner struggle began once again, despite her best attempts to suppress it.
A dance? I haven’t danced in years.
I’d probably embarrass myself.
Not worse than any of the other vikings, though.
"Wonderful, I look forward to sparring with the ex-tiro of Pryfektus Nyrdottir. I trust you'll give me a run for my money."
Larael smiled, turning her head away for a moment without breaking eye contact. “It’s not often I get a worthy opponent myself, without going down to the surface, that is. It’ll be nice to be challenged for a change.”
Of course, now she had to perform when she arrived the next morning. And she would have to do well to back up her words. She had little doubt they were approximate matches, though she could not call a winner beforehand.
We match.
Her blood froze as that thought entered her head, and it may very well have reached her face. She shook her head very slightly as though to clear it. She took the lapse in conversation to suggest he go fetch the food, and she made to stand when he spoke again.
"Don't worry, allow me."
Larael smiled and took her seat once more, allowing him to be the gentlemen he apparently was. He came back with food just a moment later, depositing the plate in front of her. She took small bites as she ate, listening to him speak.
"It really is a wonderful night. Brilliant idea of yours to come at enjoy it from up here. But now, stargazing that constellation there. Can you tell me what one that is?"
She followed his line of sight up towards Orion, the hunter. She traced his form. “Orion, and his bow. The hunter. Perhaps the patron constellation of the Drakonrhedi, no?”
She looked at him, his face mere inches from hers, then looked away quickly, returning her attention to the sky. “If you point out another collection of stars, I can try to name it.”
| Tags: Thorulf Donalbain Inspiration: fpdjfa Notes: fdafa table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 15, 2014 3:39:41 GMT
"Oh."
Cedric frowned slightly. That seemed like quite an inappropriate answer, given his inquiry. As far as he knew, "oh" was not a location in the Drakonborg, Midgardborg, or any other place. Was she alright? She'd done this weird sort of sigh thing. Perhaps she wasn't feeling too well? She hadn't eaten much.
He turned to find her bright scarlet.
This was definitely not a good thing.
"Ade? Are you alright?"
His tone was entirely different, authentically concerned and worried about her. There was no more deception.
"You're awful red." He carefully stepped closer, pulling off his gloves and looking her carefully in the blindfold. One hand tentatively reached out to take hold of her upper arm, and the other one went to her forehead in an attempt to get an idea as to her temperature.
"You didn't eat much. Are you feeling alright?" As he spoke, a second idea came to his mind. Ced, you probably said something stupid and made her feel bad. Blast it, you moron!
He licked his lips. "I'm. Um. Sorry if I said something wrong. I don't mean to be offensive. Oh, gods, I'm sorry."
Now Ced was in a bit of panic mode.
His mind ran itself in circles before he finally managed to blurt something out.
"D-do you need to go to the Infirmary? I can take you if you want. To make sure you don't. Like. Die on the way there. Or something. Not saying you're weak. Shit. I. Uh."
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Mar 15, 2014 15:37:57 GMT
In his mind, Thorulf was beginning to feel the slight pangs of excitement for their early morning sparring session. At least, he was far more looking forward to that than he had felt towards this party. The activity was usually a lonely affair, although up until this point Thorulf hadn't really noticed how lonely. Sometimes he brought Talon out to keep him company, but the affectionate drake craved attention and Thorulf had a weakness for giving it to him at the slightest hint. It was supposedly a little harsh of Thorulf to label his beloved mount 'a distraction'; the drake just loved to be boisterous and was always keen to show his companion how loyal he was to him. But Thorulf was a skilled fighter, and such abilities required regular training, which -in turn- required the highest levels of concentration.
He was interested to see Larael's technique; while he was so honed in with his own style (something about 'old dog new tricks' flashed cruelly in his mind) that he rarely picked up inspiration from others, he enjoyed scoping out the combat abilities of others, familiarizing himself with different methods so that -in the future- if he came across an opponent weilding similar techniques, he'd have the advantage of experience.
“Orion, and his bow. The hunter. Perhaps the patron constellation of the Drakonrhedi, no?”
Now, Thorulf knew next to little about constellations and stars and whatnot, he appreciated the beauty of such things, but had never concerned himself with learning the finer points of stargazing. Nevertheless, it interested him still to hear Larael talk about them...or then again, maybe it was the way in which her voice filled with such passion that Thorulf was finding himself with maximum focus. He smiled softly and gave a brief chuckle, "The hunter, eh? Perhaps he is. Providing that there isn't a jumble of dots up there that resemble a Drakonrhedi falling off a drake, and then proceeding to thoroughly lecture said drake."
Oh, how he'd been there a good few number of times.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Larael turn to face him. But just as quickly as she'd turned, her head snapped back again. Had she been...? No, Thorulf, of course not. Don't be so silly. But still...he found himself looking across at her, only just realizing how close he'd leaned in. Even so, he didn't pull back. The closeness felt...rather nice. It had been a long time since he'd been so physically close to another person in such a way, and he wasn't prepared to pull away just yet. But was she enjoying the closeness too? Thorulf had to proceed delicately...he had to be a gentleman about this.
“If you point out another collection of stars, I can try to name it.”
Thorulf smiled to her, keeping his head turned to face her, "I'd like that, Larael." he replied, deciding the drop the whole 'last-name-address' business. He turned his head up to the heavens, and spotted another messy collection of stars, "That one there," he began with a point, "-looks familiar to me. That is to say, I used to the know the name of it. But I can't -for the life of me- remember. Perhaps you could shed a little light on it for me?"
Tags: Larael Astriddottir Notes: Just so you know, I accidentally wrote 'he wasn't prepared to pull away' as 'he wasn't prepared to pull out' first time around so major cock-up there whoopsie. also this is so short and i suck
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Mar 16, 2014 5:51:11 GMT
"I did know my parents. I was raised in a small farming village on the surface until I was five, when my village was laid to waste by a large pack of Kanpul. I only have fleeting memories of that life... But it is behind me, and the memories of whatever that life was will fade."
Freya could sense a hint of sorrow in his tone, although he made an exceptional recovery from the disposition of his emotions.
"I'm... sorry to hear that, She said, her gaze slipping from his. It was odd; she never really considered the loss of her parents. Sure, there was always that lingering reality that she acknowledged, although she could wouldn't be able to truly accept their death. She just... she just assumed that they would always be there.
Ugh, that was a difficult thing to dwell on. She should stop!
"Please do not tell me that you-" He nodded his head in her direction, "-a behemoth slaying, thrill seeking, kill stealing Drakonrheidi are believed to be as docile as a flower by your parents."
A smirk surfaced on her face, lifting her gaze up once again. "Well... more or less. I mean, not entirely... okay, almost entirely. I don't need them to worry about me every second of the day!"
"Because if they do believe such lies, than they are missing out on quite the woman."
A blush sizzled on her features, although she made quite the attempt to suppress it.
"Oh, I doubt it."
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: just pandora Notes: petition to kill Freya's parents who's in Table made by Kyvestra.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 16, 2014 6:35:36 GMT
"Ade? Are you alright?"Ade hadn't taken a moment to assess his current emotional state, and wasn't about to grace him with any eye contact. In fact, the most ideal option would be to shrivel into the shadows and revoke any and all future contact with any human beings ever. She might just end up kissing them, after all. And that was highly unnecessary. I'm fine I'm cool I'm fine why are you asking I'm amazing duh hahapaghdahadiha.She had the genuine fear that she would combust at any given moment. "You're awful red."His voice was laced with concern, and she assumed his aura would mirror his tone. She, however, appeared to be physically trapped in a prison of time-locked embarrassment. Her mind may be overactive, yet her body remained utterly motionless. What? No! I'm peachy! I'm perfect. Peeeerrrfeeeect. Red is my natural skin color.Her entire being stiffened at the man's unanticipated touch. His hand rested on her arm, causing it to flex tentatively. Shit.His other hand reached for her forehead, gently resting on her temple in a concerned manner. Shit fuck shit he's gonna kiss me isn't he goddammit.And why was that a bad thing! Shouldn't she just give in? No friends don't fucking kiss each other you moron he isn't even my friend I thought! I don't know his hands are warm.Her eyebrows furrowed even moreso than before, physically stringing themselves together beneath the man's abrupt touch. Her eyes remained quite at large throughout this entire scenario. She honestly didn't believe that is was possible for them to widen any more, or that she had managed a single blink throughout the entire happening. Dontkissmedontkissmepleasedontkissme"You didn't eat much. Are you feeling alright?"A sigh of relief trickled out of her in awkward increments, appeased by his non-move move yet equally as disconcerted as before. "I'm. Um. Sorry if I said something wrong. I don't mean to be offensive. Oh, gods, I'm sorry."She snuck a quick glance at the man, his concerned yet flustered aura seeping into her vision. Oh, joy! Now he was blaming himself for her dumbassery! Say something! Don't just stand there like the bitch that you are!She fumbled for words in her head, her lips gaping slightly as she ushered out the most that she could muster in her current state of mind. "No?" Her voice was tagged with an inquisitive tone, as if she didn't know the answer herself. Oh, that makes so much fucking sense you dagrsjakdlhfadjhala! "D-do you need to go to the Infirmary? I can take you if you want. To make sure you don't. Like. Die on the way there. Or something. Not saying your weak. Shit. I. Uh." Oh god. He was panicking and now she was panicking even more and and this was bad very bad. No. She had to calm down. She had to calm him down! Calm them both down! SAY SOMETHING YOU IDIOT!"No!"ELABORATE YOU PIECE OF SHIT."I... no! That's... I just..." Oh god what was she supposed to say. How could she do this. What was even happening now she had to climb out of this rut somehow. "I'm... great! Nope, no problems here. I don't know what you're saying!" Her voice was of a noticeably higher pitch as she clasped her hands together. Nothing's wrong! Everything's great! "This is fun parties are fun."Okay, not the best transition. But we can maybe make this work!"Kissing is fun."FUCK.Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: I DIDN'T KNOW IF I SHOULD DO THE LAST PART BUT I DECIDED HECK WHY NOT Table made by Opal.
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Post by Ayveh Joldottir on Mar 16, 2014 17:30:26 GMT
"I'm fine. Was wishing for some company, so I'm glad you're here for that. And how are you doing? And yours studies, how are they going as well?" Ayveh smiled, “I’m glad I could be here for you, Kai.” She turned, looking out across the deck, then turned her head back to him. “My studies go well! I’m learning a lot about the finer points of magic and swordplay.”"It is a nice party. The Vetrs and Pryfektus must have pulled quite a few strings to get service like this. Either that or they've been planning it for thirty years. It's a big party. Lots of Drakonrhedi. Why is it so important that we come? Anyone that's on the Drakonborg, sure, but... I dunno. I just get a handful of bad feelings from the strangest of things." She nodded. “I wonder how long it took them to plan…” She gave a little shrug. “I think it’s good that we’re supposed to come. It’s a good opportunity to get to know your fellow Drakonrhedi, and a better one to relax.”She took another bite of her food. “I don’t think there’s any reason to get a bad feeling. Why, even if a whole swarm of chorata showed up now we’d be able to fend them off. Right?”Ayveh looked at Kai, eyes full of trust and hope. “We’re safe here.”To be fair, the Drakonborg was probably one of, if not the safest places on the planet. Full of armed, angry, well-trained behemoth killing machines and their mounts, anyone (even the behemoths) would be hard-pressed to actually launch an assault on it. Ayveh picked up a glass of wine from a nearby table and took a sip. She didn’t drink often (in fact, hardly ever) and had little idea of how much was appropriate for her. But it was a party, and Kai would (hopefully) watch out for her if she overdid it on the alcohol. Well, hopefully. She turned back to him. “How about yourself, Kai? How are you? Been on any missions lately?”-- Kai Raske
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 16, 2014 18:37:59 GMT
"No?"
Cedric wasn't sure how to react. He wasn't even sure what this meant. Was she being passive aggressive because he'd done something stupid? Was she uncertain if she was alright?
She quickly gave him a much more firm reply, though.
"No! I... no! That's... I just..."
He blinked, still terrified he'd done something wrong.
"I'm... great! Nope, no problems here. I don't know what you're saying!"
It sounded a little suspicious, but Ced had no clue why she'd be lying to him or anything of the sort. What sort of motive could she have to that, anyway? He was the one caught up in deception and webs of lies, not she.
"This is fun parties are fun."
He nodded, at last a little convinced that she was alright. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourse-"
"Kissing is fun."
Record scratch.
Wait what?
Ced blinked, completely baffled at how to respond. What a non sequitur! Where did she even get the idea of kissing?
"Kissing...?" he asked dumbly.
They hadn't been discussing it, had they? Where did she--
Kissing? Kissing. Did she- oh, gods.
He descended into panic.
When in doubt...
“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”
Shakespeare!
It maybe wasn't the best quote to pull out. But he wasn't about to admit that she'd kissed him, even if she remembered.
And he especially wasn't about to talk about knocking her out. Freya had not considered that the best idea, and Ade probably wasn't about to take kindly to it. Just a wild guess on his part.
He could knock her out now...
No, Ced, that is a TERRIBLE IDEA. She's not even drunk! She just had a cupcake! What are you going to tell her this time, that you spiked the cupcakes? You can't keep running away from this!
But he was pretty sure that if she kept this up he'd be getting spikes of lust in his aura. Which was bad. Did he even need to state why? It would be bad. Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad.
Especially because she's hot- oh, great job. Now you've gone and done exactly what you just decided not to do. What had probably been a brief flash of lust was quickly overwhelmed by panic once more.
He wanted to run away. He really, really wanted to run away. A behemoth could arrive, and then he'd be called off, and then everything would be okay until next time. But that wasn't about to happen, and he couldn't knock her out, and he couldn't run away, and he couldn't hide from this particular interaction any longer, mostly because he'd brought it entirely upon himself.
Just... say something...
"My cane has a sword hidden in it."
Oh great job, Captain Dumbass.
| Tags: Ade AlvadottirInspiration: Evidently none Notes: stahp you're going to break ced |
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Post by Kai Raske on Mar 16, 2014 22:05:14 GMT
Kai gave a happy smile to the Tiro at the mention of her studies. "I wish I could help you with that, though I doubt I'd be someone too useful. Far from the best fighter myself, and my magic is completely different from yours. I suppose you're smart enough to do well enough with your mentor."There was some curiosity that managed to slip into Kai's mind: who was Ayveh's mentor? It was something to look up at another time. Maybe after the party... Speaking of which, if there was enough alcohol, this could turn into a bit more of an exciting party in not too long. "I don’t think there’s any reason to get a bad feeling. Why, even if a whole swarm of chorata showed up now we’d be able to fend them off. Right?" Ayveh spoke with sincerity, and it was hard to not trust a voice like that. "We're safe here."She was right. Even if they were drunk, they had cannons, weapons, and numerous Pryfektus and Vetr on the ship, not to mention the terrifying number of Iduneus and Tiros. It would be -much- smarter to attack something like Midgardborg, and even that was hilariously stupid. Perhaps it would be best to drink in the safety and relax for the night. He grabbed a glass of wine as well, though he wasn't exactly a wine person, and sipped on the bitter drink. It had its appeals, sure, but those appeals weren't not things that Kai found himself caring about. Such was life, and wine was the closest drink. "How about yourself, Kai? How are you? Been on any missions recently?"Ah, how he wish. A mission would be a nice change of pace from the past few weeks. All he'd been doing was working on some stupid paperwork and "guarding" the groups assigned to haul stuff back and forth from Midgardborg. He was scheduled to go down on the surface in a couple of days, though. "I'm doing quite well! Typical Drakonrhedi stuff going on, but you know, at least I have a severe lack of being maimed or killed, you know? Always a pleasure to avoid those experiences. I'm going on a mission in a couple of days, and I have to look forward to it. Been doing ridiculous 'guard duty' recently. I thought I'd lose my mind."He laughed for a second and shook his head. "Any idea which group you're going into? Seems like the Vanguard might be the best for you, but I dunno. It is up to you, after all." |
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 19, 2014 5:07:08 GMT
"Kissing...?"His tone seemed genuinely confused by the matter, to which she accepted with more or less relief. Maybe he doesn't remember. Maybe it didn't actually happen! Maybe he was just as drunk as I was. I don't know but this could be good.She sent a glance in his direction, appeased by the evident confusion that he exhibited. Yes, good, now just cover it up! If she was lucky, he'd just assume it was some petty attempt at flirting. She wouldn't be entirely satisfied with the excuse, but it was far better than the gaping hole she unintentionally flung herself in. Perhaps this would work out yet! That, of course, was a myth. Her brief moment of insufficient reassurance was rudely exchanged for a secondary dosage of distress. A visage of panic (something that she had grown far too used to viewing in the past hour) corrupted his aura at once. “I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss."Ade hadn't the slightest idea as to how she should properly respond to that statement. Perhaps she would've conjured a wittier retort at a more sober state of mind, but she was far too flustered to even manage an average sentence. Instead, she forced a dry laugh at the man's no-nonsense commentary. The forcefulness of her laugh was excruciatingly obvious, of course, but she had no remaining secondhand responses hidden up her sleeve. "My cane has a sword hidden in it."Her eyes quickly fell to his cane, which was terribly pointless yet she was grateful for the hasty change of subject. She had to pitch in somehow. "G-good!" She snapped, her tone far more curt than she had intended. Oh gosh, now he was going to think that she was angry at him. Why! Was she even angry? Not necessarily, although she certainly had a reason to be- Oh no you don't! You kissed him you idiot! He should be angry at you!Oh gosh, what if he was? Wouldn't she be able to tell? Ugh, her tone was probably just making him even MORE angry! Cover it up cover it up! "I... Mean... Good," She restated, her tone as casual as she could bring it (which still remained at the threshold of hysteria). "What do you do with your sword? Tonight is a pretty night." A little off topic, but we can-"Did you enjoy your food? I did. It was a very nice kiii-....AKE. Cupcake." So close. So close to being normal. Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: Notes: OKAY IM REALLY TIRED BUT HERE HAVE A TERRIBLE POST Table made by Opal.
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Mar 20, 2014 20:41:19 GMT
Thorulf smiled.
"The hunter, eh? Perhaps he is. Providing that there isn't a jumble of dots up there that resemble a Drakonrhedi falling off a drake, and then proceeding to thoroughly lecture said drake.”))
Larael smiled, herself. “I don’t see one,” she said, laughing gently, “but maybe someday we can find one?”
She took a moment, thinking about Fateseeker, who was probably hopelessly bored in his stables, doing nothing but waiting for Larael to show up. She hadn’t even visited him after she got ready for this party, and would probably head that way after the party. Whenever she put something on other than her uniform, Fateseeker seemed to think that was extra exciting and maybe meant that they were going somewhere.
Having turned away from him, being keenly aware how close his face was to hers, she thought she could see him looking at her through the corner of her eye.
Is he…? No. No? Yes? Yes. He is.
"That one there looks familiar to me. That is to say, I used to the know the name of it. But I can't -for the life of me- remember. Perhaps you could shed a little light on it for me?”))
Larael moved to follow his line of sight better, her shoulder pressed up against his. She followed his gaze to the sky, landing on a long chain of stars. “Eridanus, the river. It’s not particularly interesting. Unless you really like water, I suppose. But it’s quite large, which I suppose lends it distinction.”
She pointed again. “Those two stars are Pollux and Castor, the twins. They make up the constellation Gemini.” She traced a finger through the sky to illustrate the constellation itself.
She was no longer warring with herself internally. Instead, she had relaxed. He was quite the gentleman, and she liked to think of herself as a professional officer of the Drakonrhedi. They were simply spending time together at a social gathering intended for these sorts of things.
You could get used to this, though.
That thought took up residence, though she did not resist it.
She took another sip of her wine, looking between Thorulf’s face and the sky, waiting for a reaction.
| Tags: Thorulf Donalbain Inspiration: HUE HUE HUE NONE AT ALL ANYMORE APPARENTLY Notes: i am so sorry table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 20, 2014 23:50:19 GMT
"G-good!"
Ced flinched at the tone in her voice, still very uncertain about what was going on anyway. Had she remembered what’d gone on? Oh, he hoped not. His life would certainly be a good 80% harder if Ade managed to realize that she had indeed kissed him while drunk.
He didn’t want to think about it any more.
But she’d sounded angry. Had she remembered what had happened with him sort of kind of definitely knocking her unconscious immediately during/after their rather awkward encounter with drunkenness? She probably had. Crap. He should just run away now. Running away sounded really fun. He could just hide in Puck’s stable, cloaked by shadow. No one would really be able to find him, especially if Puck was sympathetic to his cause. Not that the drake would--but he’d at least be able to see his master’s distress and respond appropriately.
Running away was sounding really good.
“I… Mean… Good.”
That sounded a little more happy, a contrast to her forced laugh earlier. He couldn’t blame her for forcing a laugh at his Shakespeare. It was a terrible and automatic reaction that he probably shouldn’t have done, but nope. Shakespeare.
“What do you do with your sword? Tonight is a pretty night.”
“I guess it’s just for reassurance?” he answered a little too quickly for it to seem like a natural, non-awkward reaction. “Swords. Just in case.”
"Did you enjoy your food? I did. It was a very nice kiii-....AKE. Cupcake."
My food was excellent, thank you. I’d like to run away and cry now. Can I fake a sore stomach? Probably. I could act it out. Would it be the right thing to do? Not at all. But he really wanted out from this situation, especially because the urge to kiss Ade had begun wheedling at him in the back of his mind. She was so pretty, and it’d make the awkward go away for at least a moment, right?
Not worth it. The awkward would be back tenfold as soon as he stopped, especially because she probably didn’t actually like him.
But did she? She’d kissed him before. She’d been drunk at the time, sure. But still. Could he count on that?
He didn’t want to.
Only then did he realize with a startled blink that he hadn’t actually replied to Ade’s question, leading to a stretch of awkward silence as his mind ran itself in constant circles while he traumatized himself with his lack of social capacity.
“Oh! Uhm. My food was excellent, thank you. I think it’s been a fine night, don’t you?”
This was closely followed by a rather cheesy and overacted grin. But at least things were taking a not-kissing-Ade direction!
That was good, right?
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Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Mar 23, 2014 16:48:58 GMT
Larael gave a soft laugh over Thorulf's comment. “I don’t see one, but maybe someday we can find one?”
"It's a big universe." returned Thorulf wistfully, matching her gentle expression, "But I'm sure there's a constellation out there that matches the description." Thorulf wasn't one to take the whole 'we're so small and insignificant in this universe' stance, like a lot of men did. But he did find it fascinating how incredibly vast the heavens were; so much space, so much emptiness. Whereas places like Midgardborg, the clans and -at times- even the Drakonrborg felt so cramped and piled together it was almost ridiculous The remaining dregs of humanity all clustered together in a few select spots, although this was partly because everywhere else was a death trap.
Thorulf turned to Larael, "Perhaps you and I will the first ones to discover it." Yes, he rather liked the idea of discovering such a constellation, perhaps even a rather symbolic emblem of the Drakonrhedi; someone falling head over arse off a flying lizard. Thorulf turned back to the sky, as if trying to search for the collection of stars he was joking about, "We could have a constellation named after us. They'll call it 'The Thorulf-Larael-thing'...." His voice fell flat as he mentally cursed himself for not being a more poetical man, "...or maybe something a little more colourful."
“Eridanus, the river. It’s not particularly interesting. Unless you really like water, I suppose. But it’s quite large, which I suppose lends it distinction.”
Thorulf nodded, "Eridanus..." he repeated slowly, judging the word as it rolled off his tongue. He gave a small smile, "Yes, that's the one." He was dully aware of Larael's shoulder pressed up against his, and he was surprised to realise that - actually, he didn't mind at all. Such contact he hadn't felt in so many years, it was almost unfamiliar at first, but when he came to understand it, he carried on as usual, the smile remaining on his lips.
Larael reached up into the sky to delicately trace the outline of a new constellation, and Thorulf listened intently to her explanation, rather enjoying this stargazing session.
“Those two stars are Pollux and Castor, the twins. They make up the constellation Gemini.”
Thorulf gave a barely audible chuckle, but an amused expression crept onto his face nonetheless, "I always wonder how constellations get their names. That is to say, how does one decide what it represents?" He licked his lips, readying himself to further explain his query as he too stretched his arm up to point at another group of stars, "For example; that constellation there. I have no idea what it's called, but to me, I could say it looks like a rabbit. But you," At this, he turned back to her, trying not to look momentarily surprised at how close they were by this point, "...y-you might turn around and say it's actually a four headed dragon who goes by the name of Olaf and represents war and destruction or something like that."
Did he stutter back there? He was pretty sure he stuttered.
Gentleman don't stutter!
Thorulf was also certain that he was talking complete and utter bollocks as well. He probably sounded completely foolish to Larael, a poised, calm and elegant individual. He swallowed hard and thought it best to continue on, and not allow his mind to become too bogged down with thoughts regarding social faux pas.
He turned back to the heaven, a slight gust of breeze refreshingly cooling his face, ruffling his dark hair with the softest of touches, "You know," he said suddenly, voice regaining its usual composure, "-I've always loved taking Talon out on nights like this." In his head, he could see himself and his drake whirling around in that almost crystal night sky, piercing the silence only sometimes with the occasional drake-ish cry. It was a pastime he usually undertook when he couldn't sleep, or didn't have an early duty the next morning. Whatever the scenario, he found it incredibly peaceful, and provided an ample opportunity for him to bond with Talon, who thrived under such attention. "I would've done so tonight, if other plans hadn't cropped up." He didn't say it in annoyance or exasperation, but rather in a light wistfully longing sense. He turned back to Larael, "Have you ever done so with...Fateseeker, wasn't it?" He hoped he'd guessed the right name. He made a point of trying to memorise as many of the other drakes as possible, so if he'd said the wrong name of Larael's well- he gave a mental cringe at the possibility.
Part of him longed to see Talon, and wondered how much trouble he'd be in if he snuck his beloved mount into the party. In all fairness, they hadn't said they couldn't bring drakes. He imagined what Talon would be doing now; he was -by far- one of the most vocal drakes in the entire Drakonrhedi, so much so that Thorulf often pitied those who slept in the quarters next to the stables. No doubt Talon would be making a ruckus right now, sticking his head over the door to his stall and making all sorts of sounds to attract the attention of his stable-mates or other Drakonrhedi. Talon adored attention, and bellowing out was often his means to achieve it, much to Thorulf's embarrassment. Nevertheless, there was no question in the Pryfektus' mind that Talon wouldn't adore the party scene. As well as being one of the loudest drakes on board, Thorulf took pride in saying he was also the most friendly. He relished social interaction from most people, whether they were new to him or familiar. Such a trait made him a great drake to show to Tiros as their first experience with the creatures. He was a soppy beast, and his title of 'the pussycat' was well-deserved, even if some of the other high ranking members in the Drakonrhedi used it at Thorulf's expense.
Tags: Larael Astriddottir Inspiration: none hehe Notes: everyone's getting jiggy with it
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Post by ᴏ ᴘ ᴀ ᴌ } on Mar 23, 2014 22:24:35 GMT
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Mar 27, 2014 5:42:06 GMT
“I guess it’s just for reassurance? Swords. Just in case.”Cedric responded quickly and curtly, as though he had the response readied in his sleeve before she could conclude her question. He was, in a sense, distraught. Her embarrassment only doubled his, and his nervousness escalated by the second. How could she blame him? He had certainly picked up her conspicuous change in tone. And mood. And general mental health. She was practically dancing under a flushed spotlight, holding a neon "shit we kissed" sign high above her head. Still, did he fully gather her sudden realization? He may think that her bout of awkward activity was merely because of her inability to properly socialize with other human beings. Sure, she acted tough. She was tough! But she couldn't plausibly handle any social situation which she didn't have full reign on. And this specific situation was slipping through her feeble grasp. “Oh! Uhm. My food was excellent, thank you."She snapped up as Cedric spoke, hardly taking note of his delayed response. Besides, she had rampant emotions of her own to tend to. "I think it’s been a fine night, don’t you?”A fine night? A fine night? Sure, it could have been if she hadn't completely lost control of her visible emotions. She ruined everything! At this point, she was a useful as a glimmering piece of snow drake shit. Now she'd never talk to this guy again, which was stupid. She shouldn't have allowed herself to become so intrigued by his demeanor. She should have let him eat his dumb fish by his dumb self, or straight up abandoned him in the middle of the dumb fight. She shouldn't have investigated. Besides, curiosity leads to attachment and attachment leads to a tangled heap of confused strings that eventually get severed by her own stupidity. No. She could end this without further embarrassing herself. She could leave him in her dust. Right? Save yourself. Come on Ade. We can still do this!"You're fine." ARE YOU KIDDING ME."I mean..." Stop right there."You're fine! It's okay. It's not you it's me."What the hell are you doing!"I'm being dumb again sorry."Well at least you aren't mumbling random, unnecessary remarks. "Sooorrrryyyyy." She let out an awkward laugh, turning her back on the messy scene behind her. Okay. Good. Now she can leave without saying something dumb. Just don't say anything dumb. ... Hey! She didn't jinx herself this time! Wow. She exhaled quietly, as if allowing the final trace of unrequited awkwardness to exit her body. Finally. Back on top. She strode away from the man, the minor clicking of her heels disappearing with the final breaths of an unnecessary evening. Tags: Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: NONE IM TiRED Notes: OKAY SO WE CAN LIKE END IT HERE MAYBE OR they could fukin kiss idk ;') Table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 28, 2014 0:10:54 GMT
"You're fine! I mean..."
Cedric was far too traumatized to think of a proper response to just about anything right now. No, he was not fine. He was most definitely not fine.
"You're fine! It's okay. It's not you it's me."
I am not fine! Nothing is okay, and nothing ever will be!
"I'm being dumb again sorry."
"You're not dumb I'm dumb," he blurted out. He doubted there was anything he could say or do that would change anything in this awkward.
Well, there was one thing, but...
Are you insane?! You don't want to amplify the awkwardness!
"Sooorrrryyyyy."
With that, she turned and walked away. It seemed like a tactical withdrawl moreso than a retreat or a "RUN AWAY FLAMING AND SCREAMING" type of deal, so instead of figuring it a failure, he just took comfort and refuge in the fact that something that was obviously very awkward for the both of them had been terminated quickly and rather painlessly.
In fact, it was about time to wrap up this entire thing.
Pulling out an enchanted glass ball from his pocket, he threw it against the ground, shattering it.
Runes that had been rigged to the cannons of the Drakonborg flared to life, and the ship began to thrum with the characteristic vibration of the cannons adjusting themselves as one--turning to point as far upwards as they could go.
Raising his hands, he quickly sketched a rune in the air, light flaring as he triggered the cannons.
In a massive thunderous blast, they fired all together, sending up a series of differently sized and differently timed rainbow fireworks. The ship was rimmed with the multitude of colors, lighting up the surrounding clouds and dancing alongside the stars.
Cedric glanced at them, nodded slightly, and grabbed his cane before disappearing off to his quarters. The grand finale, after all, had been good.
| Tags: EEEEVERYONE Inspiration: Root of All Evil - Dream Theater Notes: OKAY KIDS TIME TO STOP TEH PARTAY
larael and thorulf jesus christ tag your smut
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