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Post by LYRA on Mar 1, 2010 0:11:57 GMT
Delphi was beautiful.
Lyra believed it, not only because she had been told, but because she could sense it. The moment they had passed over into the area, she could tell they were there by the beauty she sensed. Her escort had left her to sit on the top of a hill while he went to find a place to stay per her request. Enjoying the feel of the nature around her seemed much more pleasant than walking around in search for some lodging.
She felt her hair blowing in her face and brushed it away with her hand, pale blue eyes blinking sightlessly as the mountainous landscape surrounding her. Her escort had described it so well, she felt like she could see it. Through her visions, she fortunately knew what mountains looked like. She had identified most colors and things normal blinds would never know, like what a face truly looked like, the sight of a waterfall, the eyes of a child. The only thing she didn’t know about was herself.
Many people had told her she was beautiful for a servant, which she was thankful for yet cursed. It was the reason why when a male visitor came to the palace, she would be sent to stay in her room and only permitted to come out once for some dinnertime entertainment before being rushed away to her room again before the guest could inquire about her.
Pushing back her hood like her escort has requested she not do, so no one would see her completely, she leaned back on her arms, tilting her head back with her eyes closed as a wind came by. It was a cool wind, and made her shiver a bit as is tussled her hair, but with the accompanying heat of the sun overhead, it was actually quite nice. A smile spread over her lips, and she inhaled deeply. Nature...
‘Wonder if there are any flowers about…’ she thought, a hand brushing around in the thin grass, too distracted in enjoying herself to sense if anyone else was around.
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Post by VONISTICLES on Mar 2, 2010 3:18:54 GMT
 He was a warrior at heart.
But Vonisticles just wasn't the kind of person that could ever bring himself to fight, not even for his dearest Athens. And this, most likely, was the reason he was an artist and a sculptor. That was something he could do- make his city-state more beautiful than all the others. They would just never compare. His pride was certainly showing.
But, you see, Vonisticles' problem did not lie in his art. It was in the way he was living. Twenty-three, and still not married. What would his poor parents think, if they were still around to care? Silly boy, who do you think you are? Well... that was exactly why he was at Delphi.
Vonisticles needed to know what he was meant to do with his life and future- start a family, or go to war? Create art and live a solitary life, or become a politician with full Athenian blood? All he could think to do was to ask the mighty Apollo to intervene and tell him of what laid ahead. Maybe then, he'd at least know something.
At the top of a hill, something intrigued Vonisticles (who normally referred to himself as Voni). It was a girl, who was all alone. She looked as though she was distant. Her eyes, they were not in the here and now... He hesitated, but Voni found the courage to go talk to her. He knelt beside her in the grass. When she didn't look at him, he knew there was something that wasn't qutie right.
"Hello," he said softly, picking a flower and placing it in the palm of the girl's hand.
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Post by LYRA on Mar 2, 2010 7:48:16 GMT
The sudden voice startled Lyra, and immediately she tensed, ears twitching slightly as she felt something in her hand. A male voice...
Thoughts sped through her mind. At the palace, she would have stood and started walking away seconds ago, heading for a place where she knew people were, where she could be seen and heard. But this was not the palace. This was not home, nothing familiar or known. Then again, she could just be overreacting. Deciding not to make any rash decisions, she concentrated on whatever had been placed in her hand.
It is... soft...
Her fingers closed around it. It felt like a flower. She frowned slightly, then turned in the direction of the voice a moment before raising it to her nose, sniffing lightly. Yes... it was a flower. A wave of relief and silliness washed over her. What else could it have been? But the person who handed her the flower she was till tense about. She hadn't sensed him approaching. For her, that was uncommon.
"Hello" she replied with equal gentleness, offering the slightest of smiles, but it faded when she remembered her escorts instructions. She was not to talk to anyone, especially men. But this man sounded fairly harmless. She was getting no indication that he had any other motive. It had become something she could sense by different things. Breathing patterns, how many times the throat was cleared, tone. His voice was very soft and light.
"I was unaware I would have visitors" she said, meaning to joke but she was never one good at joking, "Admiring the place as I am?"
Of course, she was admiring it in a different way, with every sense but sight. Smell, touch, sound... her other senses were fine tuned and well trained to be able to develop a feel for her surroundings.
And sense any potential danger.
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Post by VONISTICLES on Mar 4, 2010 3:59:35 GMT
If it hadn't been for pride, Vonisticles would be perfect.
At least, that's what he thought. He knew what his deadly sin was, and, as easily as he could hide it, it was something he often put aside at first impressions. He may seem like a deep, thoughtful individual- don't get me wrong, he was- but he also had an arrogant side. It was really due to the praise he often recieved for his sculptures. So, yeah, he got called a jerk a few times. But he could be a damn sweet jerk.
Something about this girl really intrigued him. She seemed distant- it was the eyes- and it was, to be comepletely honest, turning him on. Not to mention that she was already beyond beautiful. He smiled as she spoke, though somehow it felt odd, like she could see through the smile.
A bit nervous, he answered, "Sorry to startle you... May I ask why you didn't see me coming, miss?" He was a little worried about posing this particular question. It may have sounded a little bit offensive, and he really didn't want to piss anyone off at the present. He was already a bit over his head in thinking about his own future. His patience was running drier by the hour, and he really needed some answers.
"It is certainly charming. Nature's own form of art." He smiled another one of those awkward smiles. He didn't know why it felt awkward. Thinking it best to introduce himself, Voni added, "I am Vonisticles... call me Voni. Of whom do I have the pleasure of meeting today?" He was glad that she had taken the flower, at least.
326 words. oh yes. I feel under wordcount O.o.
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Post by LYRA on Mar 4, 2010 5:03:39 GMT
In his voice, she sensed nervousness. It wavered a bit, like his heart was pounding against his throat. At least, that was how she saw it. That’s how she felt whenever she was nervous. Most men were awkward around women she had discovered over the years. There was this constant need to impress, so attract. It made sense, in a way. Most of the people of this time enjoyed popularity and honor, and wanted as many followers, allies, people on their side as they could get. That was the focus of life: glory. Striving to be in the stories that were passed down for ages, the children of one’s children’s children telling the tales of heroes of old.
That’s how it was for men, anyways. Women could pretty much kiss that dream goodbye unless they were of some noble family. The best they could wish for was the be the lady at the arm of some hero, which of course few women were. Though glory wasn’t all that big of a deal to Lyra, she didn’t see any honor of being the woman who laid in bed waiting for her husband do with her as he pleased and bear more children when they came home from war. It was an unappealing thought.
Being in the mood for small talk, Lyra listened with a slightly tilted head, feeling the flower in her palm with her thumb.
“Nature’s art… that’s a beautiful way of putting it…”
A gust of wind blew by, and she held down her hair to keep it from waving all over the place. It had grown to her mid back, by now, though she had to cut it at one time due to a prank snipping by one of the visiting nobles’ daughters. Her shame was so great, she would not go around many people for nearly a month and a half until her hair grew back to her shoulders.
“ Vonisticles… Voni” she repeated so his name would stick in her head, then had to fight a smirk. He had asked why she didn’t see him coming. Naturally, he was curious as to why she would not look directly at him when he spoke, and why she had not noticed his approach. Everyone did. Though it was no big deal to her, it seemed as if the people who inquired her about it were reluctant to ask. Why? She didn’t mind telling. It wasn’t like she was trying to hide it.
“Well, Vonisticles… Voni, sorry… I am sightless. Blind. Have been since birth. And I am Lyra. Nice to meet you” she said, ending her explanation with a smile.
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Post by VONISTICLES on Mar 4, 2010 23:39:46 GMT
Nature was a funny thing.
In the sense that the same thing that made humans sick also made the most beautiful things in the world, like the mountains and the ocean. And women. Yes; Voni was a little indulgent. But he usually kept that to himself. He'd rather no one know the person he kept tucked inside his usually-loving heart.
And yet, no matter what form it took, it seemed like nature was always beautiful. There was beauty in the broken. Beauty in the dying. For some reason, this particularly intrigued Voni, to the point where he often used brokenness in his own images. Of course, he also used beauty, which he admittedly could never truly replicate. He could try, but it just wasn't the same as the original. (But then, is it ever?)
Blind? Oh. Well, that made more sense now. That was why she couldn't see him. And then it hit him- how did she see all this beauty? She couldn't really see it. So she must have to have sensed the particular beauty of a place. What a thought.
"That's... pretty amazing that you can... feel the beauty, then." All was silent for a moment, and then Voni felt that he sould add something else. "Speaking of which, you are quite beautiful... Lyra. It's a shame you can't see yourself." He meant it sincerely, for the most part. She was very beautiful, but Voni was, himself, a bit of a strange kind of gentleman. A... womanizer, if you will. But this time, he meant what he said, for once.
But everyone has something that makes them who they are. And so that was exactly who Voni was, and he wasn't about to give a bit of it up. Ever. He liked who he was, very much.
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Post by LYRA on Mar 6, 2010 0:52:00 GMT
Reaching up, she tucked the flower behind her ear, like she generally did with flowers she found. One of the maids had done it when she was little, and she often did it herself as a sort of fond memory, looking back sort of thing. Things were a bit easier when she was younger. There weren’t so many concerns, and the young maids of the palace were much nicer to her. Now that she was the same age as the maids her lord had now, they barely even spoke to her. The older maids had been replaced long ago, off getting married, quitting, getting fired, meaning executed. The only thing she stayed the same was the men’s pursuit. Sadly, even when she was young men tried seducing her. Back then she wasn’t aware of it, and the maids guarded her from it. Now that she was older, no one really protected her as much but her master, but he wasn’t always around, so they kept silent if some guest of the house was trying to get to know her more intimately. As if they expected it to happen. As if it was about time it did.
Fortunately, Lyra was able to protect herself, and would avoid situations like that. She would stay around her master so those things never happened. However, being here alone with only an escort, she was not as safe. But she wasn’t afraid. It took a lot for Lyra to be afraid of anything. The maids called her cocky.
She called it being able to get into a situation without squealing and losing her head. If a plate dropped, the maids would act like the castle was on fire.
It was ridiculous.
His comment was, in truth, expected. Lyra felt awful vain for having to say it, but being vain was a concern of hers, so any positive thing she thought about herself she pushed it off as vanity and forced herself to forget about it.
“Shame?” she said with a raised eyebrow, feeling the flower drop from behind her ear onto her hand, “Well, I think it’s much easier to just take your word for it, isn’t it?”
She turned her head down to her lap, feeling a bit embarrassed at her odd sense of humor, picking up the flower and feeling it in her hand again.
“Thank you though. It is a lovely compliment… I am humbled, sir.” she said softly after a pause. I am humbled sir was a comment she was instructed to make after every compliment she received, something one of the maids told her when she was younger. A man had complimented her looks, and she had only said “Thank you”. The woman bickered at her for being vain and deprived her of dinner that evening. Since then, Lyra was always cautious of sounding vain, sometimes to the point of putting herself down.
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Post by VONISTICLES on Mar 6, 2010 22:34:38 GMT
Arrogance. What a thing.
Arrogance was the very thread of Voni's life. He claimed to utterly hate it, yet the irony was that he himself was more or less one who could be considered so. It was not nessecarily his looks. Moreover, it wasn't even his charm. In Voni's eyes, though, there was no greater sculptor than, well... Vonisticles. He was too proud of his art. That was all there really was to it.
But today, he just was not feeling the vibe. Voni was a little more down-to-Earth than normal, and that was the bast someone could hope for. He was a loving man, but a lot of that went towards his sculptures.
"Oh, do not just take my word. It is so very true." He smiled. Like before, this was a strange smile that was awkward because he had to keep it to himself, as Lyra couldn't see him. He wondered if it was always this awkward when two people talked and couldn't see eachother. Then, he realized that wasn't really even possible, unless they were both blind. Silly Voni.
"And, Lyra, do not call me sir, please... I really could not think I'm that much of a gentleman." At least he was honest, he had that to his name.
"Well, Miss Lyra, what it that brings you here to Delphi? The hope of becoming one of Apollo's beloveds?" Voni giggled. He had seen many statues of the prophecy god, and had tried to make one himself, but he felt that it didn't represnet well enough. It just wasn't the beautiful god he had seen in so many other places.
Though it goes without saying, Voni was a huge follower of Apollo. He had always hoped that the god would come back to the Earth sometime, so they could meet (and to be honest, Voni had always imagined the god with a perfect body). Such arrogance... But, well, arrogant just seemed to be the perfect word to describe Voni.
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Post by LYRA on Mar 8, 2010 0:00:40 GMT
To hear that she did not have to call her sir came as a shock, then a sort of embarrassment. She wasn’t used to meeting people who were of the same status as her, so she was always calling people sir. She was unaware what status he was, but it was still rare, and very strange in her mind. Respect and humbleness had been drilled into Lyra’s mind since she was young, however sometimes she still felt the need to speak out, speak up. She would be punished by lack of food or be locked in her room for a week or so, but she talked the general out of many a battle that would have had a turn out.
Some she didn’t even need visions to figure out they were going to go bad. From her experience and hearings and visions, she had developed a nice sense of strategy much to everyone at the palace’s sunrise.
Not that much of a gentleman… she thought, tilting her head a bit. The flattery was starting to get to her, and a faint smile turned up the corners of her lips before she quickly snatched it away, looking away from the direction of his voice. She would get in enough trouble for talking to him. If the escort even made up that she had been flirting or something, which she wasn’t intending to… and didn’t think she was, she would be whipped once she got home. Her master despised any interaction with men she had, even a small smile. In a way, he was greedy. She hadn’t been whipped for nearly two years. It was a record she wanted to keep…
Twisting her hair around her fingers, she let the flower rest in her lap as she began to braid he hair, feeling the wind around her calm. Why was she there, he had asked? Well, to pray. She had begged her master to let her come with her escort, and after a lot of convincing he had finally let her go. Her visions had been even more unclear than usual, and more far apart in number. The general was frustrated.
She was frustrated.
Apollo had granted her with this gift, she knew it…
So who else was she to look to?
Not really fond of giving away her ability, she simply answered,
“To pray…I have been in need of it lately, and I thought coming here would bring a bit of… peace of mind, you know? I've been... stressed lately."
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Post by VONISTICLES on Mar 8, 2010 3:13:33 GMT
Vonisticles always meant what he said.
He was naturally a straighforward person, and he spoke his mind, whether the people he was currently with liked it or not. Sometimes, the truth just hurt. Simple as that. And Voni knew this all too well, so it didn't really phase him to have to speak truth to someone else. Although this had gotten him in trouble more often than not, there were occasions on which he was fortunate enough to use his straight up personality for good.
Voni thought he caught a smile on Lyra's face. Knowing she wouldn't see him, he smiled quite broadly to himself. It felt so good. He almost wished the rest of the world were blind, so he could show his true emotions without them seeing. But then again, he knew that if everyone was blind, no one would know what someone else looked like. That would be a terrible thing. He couldn't help but wonder what Lyra pictured him as, or if she really even had a concept of what people looked like in full. Blindness could be a blessing, he compromised, but even more of a curse. Who would want to have to see the world in imaginative colors and not know what they were? That seemed... terrible. Unthinkable, to someone who couldn't go a day without stopping to chat with some of the beautiful women and men of Athens. Maybe beauty meant something different when you were blind. How terribly profound.
He drew back his own smile bitterly, due to his current train of thought. "To pray?" Voni came back to his (normal) senses. "I understand, well... maybe. I know stress like a best friend." Unfortunately, this wasn't completely true. But his voice was easy to disguise, and she couldn't exactly read the lie in his face. Honestly, Voni had a fairly laid back lifestyle, and Athens offered a lot of comforts.
He watched her braid her hair, and felt the urge to touch it. She was so beautiful, and he felt like he'd do anything to get her... alone. Oh, dear, Voni... What are you thinking? No blind girl would ever be without an escort. Speaking of which, where was Lyra's escort, if she had one? Voni needed to be a little more aware. But he digressed. "I guess I just came to figure myself out."
How terribly profound.
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Post by LYRA on Mar 8, 2010 4:29:02 GMT
Knowing stress like a best friend thought Lyra, finishing the braid and letting it rest over her shoulder, sighing a bit. Yes, that was something she well knew working with the general. He was a moody, arrogant, impatient man, who could turn violent in a tight snap. Too often had she been hit for announcing she was having no visions in the heat of an intense section of the war. Then, she would usually be sent to the dungeon until her master realized she had not been around for awhile, and fetched her after scolding the general. Sadly, the general usually did all he could to keep her master from remembering her, so sometimes she would be there awhile. The longest was five days. But when the country was in stress and the soldiers were in stress, she was in stress. Those were lives, lives she felt responsible for. If it wasn’t for the thoughts of those men out there spilling their blood for glory and country, she would have probably run away ages ago. Not like she would get very far. Outside of the palace the world was strange and foreign. Even sitting there miles from home she felt vulnerable and aware.
She was not wary of Vonisticles anymore. To be honest, she was quite enjoying his company. He had a nice voice, one you could actually listen to for a long time. A good social voice, straightforward and honest seeming. Honesty was something she could usually sense, unless someone was good at disguising it. He seemed pretty social, so it made sense. He talked in a way that made her think he was reciting poetry. An artist, she guessed. They had different minds from the logics of the worlds, and she could usually tell after half a minute whether someone was logical or artistic by the way they spoke. Artists fascinated her. She wondered if he did any sort of art form…
“Figure yourself out? What is there that you don’t know about yourself? Do you not know who you are?” she asked, turning her head in his direction once more. She had heard of this sold searching sort of thing people did when they felt lost. Maybe that was really what she was doing there, too. Figuring herself out. In her mind, there wasn’t much to her. Poor blind orphan slave with visions. That was all. Nothing more. Besides, what more could there be to a blind girl.
“What is your trade, Voni?” she inquired, tilting her head slightly. It dawned on her that she was asking a lot of questions. Figures, she always asked a lot. It also dawned on her how much she liked hearing his voice as well. She wondered what he looked like, what he felt like. Lyra didn’t see, of course, so ones features were remembered by using other senses. Were his hands rough? Was his hair soft? Her curiosity was growing…
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Post by VONISTICLES on Mar 9, 2010 21:39:11 GMT
Profound was a profound word.
Really, it was. And it seemed at times that Voni was a profound type of person, but after a second of daydreaming, one would realise that his 'revalation' was actually just a joke. He was a little bit, shall we say, shallow. That was about all that could be said about the way he thought. And the one thing he thought about? Women, of course. And men, on occasion.
He sighed. "Honestly, no. I have no clue who I'm supoosed to be or what's supposed to happen to me in time. I really want to know, too. I can't stand not knowing what my future holds. If you catch my drift."
He watched her movements carefully, analyzing what she was doing, and trying his best to figure out what she was thinking. He actually had a pretty good idea, so Voni thought. But he heard her ask another question, and as a gentleman he was obliged to respond to it. "My trade? I am a sculptor. I am helping rebuild our beautiful Athens. Pericles commissioned me to work on the Parthenon as he calls it. A temple to Athena." It really was going to be a work of art. Voni was so thrilled to be a part of it.
He went back to trying to figure out what was on Lyra's mind. Of course, she was a woman. She'd never think some of the things he thought on a normal basis, but he thought this idea was worth a shot. After all, she couldn't see to slap him, right? He giggled to himself.
"You want to know what I look like, don't you?" He smiled deviously and took her hand in his own two.
346 words. indeed! we shall conquer this beast together!Talk You Down - The Script
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Post by LYRA on Mar 10, 2010 6:55:29 GMT
Well, she could relate to that in a way. In her mind, though, not knowing oneself was a bit better than knowing there was nothing to you. If one did not quite know who they are, their place in the world or their purpose for being, then there was hope to be something greater than they were. In her case, she had nothing to look forward to. Nothing to grow into. No hope. No future. Maybe a bit of a spark if one married.
The life of a servant was far from glorious.
It was probably why Lyra was so fond of the little things though. Things like flowers and laugher were so important in her eyes, the giggle of a child and an encouraging touch. It was the small things that drove her on, made her want to keep living. She had nothing else, so she clung tightly to them, treasuring every moment. Despite her condition, life was not so bad in her mind. Because of her ability to see things the way others did not was a blessing. If she could live life again, she would not ask to be able to see.
Hearing his trade made her heart leap a bit, and she allowed this smile to show. A sculptor. Something she could see… in a sense. She liked to feel statues, and marveled at how similar the faces were, thought they were cold and hard unlike real faces.
Hearing “Athens” though made her heart sink. An Athenian. He would not like it if he knew where she was from. There was a silent vow to swear that the word Sparta would not leave her mouth, and she maintained her smile, drawing her knees to her chest.
“Amazing…” she breathed, shaking her head, “You must be really good, then, for Pericles to inguire such a thing of you…”
She winced when he took her hands, but her expression changed from confusion to shock. It was as if he had read her mind. Instantly, she felt nervous. Why, she wasn’t sure, but something was fluttering at the pit of her stomach. Something in his voice was… odd. Mischievous almost. Biting her lip, she nodded a bit, giving a shy smile.
“People don’t usually... think of that, Vonisticles. But… yes, I would, if you don’t mind…”
Anxiety crept in her stomach. His hands were strong and rough, probably from his artwork. She found she liked the feel of her small hand in his. But on what to do, she was lost, and sat there feeling quite idiotic, the nervousness not masked from her face. It was a bit odd, just going and touching people she had only known for twenty minutes.
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Post by VONISTICLES on Mar 11, 2010 1:50:30 GMT
Vonisticles liked this.
He could already see that he was getting somewhere, in under half an hour. Most girls, well, they would laugh at him. Stupid sculptor. No life. Bitch. That was about all the feedback he ever got. Maybe it was his rougher appearance. The fact that he didn't much give a damn what he looked like. And the fact that he was just a little too... clever, sometimes. That must be a turn off of some sort.
But Lyra didn't know what he looked like, right? This was his chance to get to know someone better without them really caring (or knowing) what he looked like on the outside. After all, he couldn't do much about it and the inside had to be the most important, of the two. Unlike his beautiful sculptures, which focused only on the outer beauty of a person. Of course, that was certainly not to say they weren't beautiful, because Voni was rather proud of his work and believed they were.
"Well... I hope I'm good enough. And I hope this thing stands for a long time, because I don't want this work to be wasted." Wouldn't it be a shame for years of work to crumble or burn if, say, Sparta came back and tried to overthrow Athens again? The thought almost made him shudder. Sparta.
He could tell that Lyra wasn't quite sure what to do. He'd have to help her a little, then. With her hand in his, he said, "Oh, go on, Lyra. This is the only way you'll ever be able to see me." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. What a show of a gentleman. Voni was just too good at things like this. He could only hope Lyra wasn't going to run off anytime soon.
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Post by LYRA on Mar 12, 2010 0:33:51 GMT
Her stomach felt like it was giving an acrobatic show, head spinning with confusion. The thing that baffled her was that she had nothing to be confused about. She wanted to know what he looked like, he happened to guess. What was the big deal?
'Wish I knew...' she thought, feeling her hand raise to meet his lips. Taking a deep breath, she turned her hand so her palm faced his face, right where his lips were. She hesitated.
'Why?!' she asked, urging herself on. There was nothing to be shy about. Sure she did not know him extremely well or anything, but they had talked and she was comfortable around him. If there were no problems, then why were her insides going mad within her? She felt anxiety clawing at the pit of her stomach, gripping her lungs in a choke hold. But why?
'Because you're an idiot, that's why' she thought, urging herself to keep going again. She willed her escort not to come back, to get distracted and stay away awhile. Her fingers trailed slowly down the side of his face. Unshaven... her hand slid back up, feeling his hair, which was tangled, but soft to touch. Very soft...
She found herself playing a bit with his hair, and quickly let her hand drop to his chest. Strong. Her head tilted a bit in interest as her fingers trailed downward, then further down to his stomach, then-
Her hand jerked away, feeling embarrassed at how lost she had gotten in the moment. Her hand had only reached his lower abs, and if they had gone any lower, well... she didn't want to think about that. But she had gotten lost trying to sense how "Vonisticles rough hands" was...
'Only curiosity' she assured herself, and forced a shy smile.
"Sorry... I hope that was not too... odd for you." she said, going back to playing with her hair, unbraiding the braid she had made.
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