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sweethymns2016-05-22 06:35 pm
formidable) wrote in sweethymns2016-05-22 06:35 pm
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Pictures in the Dark
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[He notices her attire, and finds it very odd indeed, not quite like anything Artorias has seen. He wonders what kingdom she hails from -- one very far away from Lordran, apparently.
That, or he's the one who's been pulled to a land far, far away. That would make more sense, because he's not aware of any insanely complex hedge mazes in Anor Londo, much less anywhere else he can think of. And so, it prompts his next question:]
My name is Artorias. May I ask who you are, and where you hail from?
That, or he's the one who's been pulled to a land far, far away. That would make more sense, because he's not aware of any insanely complex hedge mazes in Anor Londo, much less anywhere else he can think of. And so, it prompts his next question:]
My name is Artorias. May I ask who you are, and where you hail from?
He can probably see us from where he is. He's got good eyesight.
[She glances at Michael and idly thinks about how the lights make him look warm and inviting even though he was quiet and reserved. And they're so close...
Iona plops herself down on her bottom again, feeling shy. Wasn't there something else she was supposed to talk about? ]
... So about my arm!
[She glances at Michael and idly thinks about how the lights make him look warm and inviting even though he was quiet and reserved. And they're so close...
Iona plops herself down on her bottom again, feeling shy. Wasn't there something else she was supposed to talk about? ]
... So about my arm!
[He's pulled out of the quiet moment when she sits down, and he blinks at the transition, attempting to pull himself back into reality and out of his more contemplative state. He glances away, a little embarrassed, hoping he's not acting weird or making himself look like a fool for no reason right now.]
Right, your arm. You never really went into detail about how you... got it. [He's not sure how much she would want to tell him, and he's fine if she's uncomfortable talking about anything, so he's careful about how he asks.
He takes the seat next to her again, hands in his lap.]
Right, your arm. You never really went into detail about how you... got it. [He's not sure how much she would want to tell him, and he's fine if she's uncomfortable talking about anything, so he's careful about how he asks.
He takes the seat next to her again, hands in his lap.]
It's a long story.
[She pauses and rolls up her sleeve where her arm is, but doesn't cast off the glamour.]
Basically, it's made of a material you can't find on this earth. But the crystal itself is super magical or at least magic compatible. When I lost my arm, it was Oren who put the crystal onto what was left and it bonded to me.
Make sense?
[Well, about as much sense as magic could be anyways.]
[She pauses and rolls up her sleeve where her arm is, but doesn't cast off the glamour.]
Basically, it's made of a material you can't find on this earth. But the crystal itself is super magical or at least magic compatible. When I lost my arm, it was Oren who put the crystal onto what was left and it bonded to me.
Make sense?
[Well, about as much sense as magic could be anyways.]
Well, I mean, I don't know how any of that works, but it makes sense if I use my imagination.
[He's learned that when it comes to magic, he doesn't have the know-how or experience to overthink how it works. He's just come to accept that he isn't part of the magical community, and therefore he won't ever really understand much of it. He can appreciate it from afar, at least.
Her arm looks normal now, of course, but he's seen the hidden glow more than just once.]
When you say that it isn't from this earth, do you mean it's like, from space? [He can't think of what else that might imply.]
[He's learned that when it comes to magic, he doesn't have the know-how or experience to overthink how it works. He's just come to accept that he isn't part of the magical community, and therefore he won't ever really understand much of it. He can appreciate it from afar, at least.
Her arm looks normal now, of course, but he's seen the hidden glow more than just once.]
When you say that it isn't from this earth, do you mean it's like, from space? [He can't think of what else that might imply.]
[She nods.]
Mm hm! Could be like an asteroid or something that fell to earth years and years ago. That's why I said before that you wouldn't be able to find anyone else like me.
And to be honest, Oren wasn't even sure it was going to work, but he tried it anyways.
Mm hm! Could be like an asteroid or something that fell to earth years and years ago. That's why I said before that you wouldn't be able to find anyone else like me.
And to be honest, Oren wasn't even sure it was going to work, but he tried it anyways.
I'm glad that he did, in any case. [He offers a smile, a little playful.] Otherwise, when we first met, you wouldn't have been able to punch that wendigo so hard in the mouth. [But then he shrugs.] Crystal arm or not, I'm pretty sure there's still no one else like you out there.
[Of course, the words are out of his mouth before his brain can label them as "a bit embarrassing, don't speak them". He quickly corrects:] Er, sorry, I don't mean it, like, as a bold way, just as... you being a unique individual, you know?
[Damn his big mouth.]
[Of course, the words are out of his mouth before his brain can label them as "a bit embarrassing, don't speak them". He quickly corrects:] Er, sorry, I don't mean it, like, as a bold way, just as... you being a unique individual, you know?
[Damn his big mouth.]
[Noooo, Iona, don't say such things and look at him in that way-! He looks down at her, her face a bit closer and angled at him, and he leans back in response. Not because he's sensitive to his own little personal space being encroached upon, but because so embarasssing!!!
His face may or may not be turning red this time, way to go. He tries to give a laugh -- it ends up sounding awkward, much like Michael feels right now.]
Wh-what do you mean I can afford to be more bold? [That's a confusing statement, he has to remember to breathe normally now.] That's not something you say to a guy, Iona. [Unless you're trying to give them the wrong idea!]
His face may or may not be turning red this time, way to go. He tries to give a laugh -- it ends up sounding awkward, much like Michael feels right now.]
Wh-what do you mean I can afford to be more bold? [That's a confusing statement, he has to remember to breathe normally now.] That's not something you say to a guy, Iona. [Unless you're trying to give them the wrong idea!]
[Now she's just teasing him, and it only adds to his confusion. He even stammers a bit.]
I- you... What do you- I mean-
[Stop. Breathe. Start over.]
I know you do, but you'll give someone the wrong idea. [His mind is racing back to other times he's met with her; had she acted like this before? He's so confused. And yet, he's not exactly trying to fend her off, which one might find interesting.]
I- you... What do you- I mean-
[Stop. Breathe. Start over.]
I know you do, but you'll give someone the wrong idea. [His mind is racing back to other times he's met with her; had she acted like this before? He's so confused. And yet, he's not exactly trying to fend her off, which one might find interesting.]
[Suddenly he's wondering how long before the ferris wheel starts up again. He's in a situation where he doesn't know how to read her, which is unusual, given that Iona's usually such an open book.
Maybe... maybe the problem is him, then?
He looks at her, as if pleading for some sort of clue, but receives nothing. He clears his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck. Pinches the bridge of his noise.]
Um. Is this a trick question?
[He's thinking, since she's not going to let him off the hook. He's not dumb, he knows what she implied when he said he could be more bold -- but his hang-up is that he's sure she was joking (why would she be seriously saying something like that to a guy like him, after all? She could do so much better), he was certain she was only teasing.
She still seems to be teasing, but it's not the same sort.]
I don't want to make myself look stupid by stuttering out wrong guesses.
[Because he knows it'll be wrong, and he's just going to make a fool of himself.]
Maybe... maybe the problem is him, then?
He looks at her, as if pleading for some sort of clue, but receives nothing. He clears his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck. Pinches the bridge of his noise.]
Um. Is this a trick question?
[He's thinking, since she's not going to let him off the hook. He's not dumb, he knows what she implied when he said he could be more bold -- but his hang-up is that he's sure she was joking (why would she be seriously saying something like that to a guy like him, after all? She could do so much better), he was certain she was only teasing.
She still seems to be teasing, but it's not the same sort.]
I don't want to make myself look stupid by stuttering out wrong guesses.
[Because he knows it'll be wrong, and he's just going to make a fool of himself.]
[She opens her eyes to look at the ceiling of their carriage and gives him a shrug.]
I don't know. I may be teasing you, but I am pretty serious.
[That... kind of clarifies it? Kinda?]
And I know stupid Michael. I'm stupid. Right now, you're not. You're just trying to think things through.
I don't know. I may be teasing you, but I am pretty serious.
[That... kind of clarifies it? Kinda?]
And I know stupid Michael. I'm stupid. Right now, you're not. You're just trying to think things through.
[He meets his eyes with her, frowning.] What? No. You're not stupid, Iona. You're anything but stupid. [He refuses to let her apply such a word to herself -- he felt it was so far from the truth. Tackling life head-on was not stupid.
It's enough for him to shove aside some of his awkwardness, just barely, and he regains some semblance of focus. He's still embarrassed, of course, and the words come out as a murmur.]
Are you really being serious, Iona? [He knows she just said she was, but he wants to be sure.]
It's enough for him to shove aside some of his awkwardness, just barely, and he regains some semblance of focus. He's still embarrassed, of course, and the words come out as a murmur.]
Are you really being serious, Iona? [He knows she just said she was, but he wants to be sure.]
[And when he says things so seriously and sincere like that, Iona feels her heart beat and she leans forward again looking at her hands in her lap and then at Michael who can probably tell there's color in her cheeks.]
I... Yeah. [She can't lie to herself now. Not when it comes to something like this, not when her heart has danced too long on her sleeve to try and pull back from this.
She runs a hand through her hair nervously.]
I mean... Yeah, I'm serious. I don't want to ask you for something you're not ready for or you're not comfortable with! Is... What I'm trying to get at.
I... Yeah. [She can't lie to herself now. Not when it comes to something like this, not when her heart has danced too long on her sleeve to try and pull back from this.
She runs a hand through her hair nervously.]
I mean... Yeah, I'm serious. I don't want to ask you for something you're not ready for or you're not comfortable with! Is... What I'm trying to get at.
[He listens to her, and he's almost can't believe what he's hearing. His breath is catching his in throat and he swallows hard, trying to find words. He was too afraid to hope that she was being serious -- he didn't want to throw himself into a pit of disappointment and foolishness if he had been wrong.
But apparently, he wasn't. And it's weird, he doesn't even know what to do with himself. He feels too many things in the pit of his stomach; a mix of happiness and anxiety and a tinge of shy embarrassment. Whereas she runs a hand through her hair, he fidgets with his hands.
He figures he should, at the very least, answer her.]
No, I... I'm more than ready. [Hopefully that was confirmation enough on his own end, if his own flushed state wasn't clue enough.] I just... don't know why you would pick me. [An awkward laugh.] I almost can't believe this is happening.
But apparently, he wasn't. And it's weird, he doesn't even know what to do with himself. He feels too many things in the pit of his stomach; a mix of happiness and anxiety and a tinge of shy embarrassment. Whereas she runs a hand through her hair, he fidgets with his hands.
He figures he should, at the very least, answer her.]
No, I... I'm more than ready. [Hopefully that was confirmation enough on his own end, if his own flushed state wasn't clue enough.] I just... don't know why you would pick me. [An awkward laugh.] I almost can't believe this is happening.
[It's about time she gives him a boon and Iona does so in the form of putting one hand over his although it's shy. She's not even sure why she's being like that. Maybe it's infectious? Or rather, she the kind of person who went with the flow. Passion with passion, distance with distance, and in this case, gentleness with gentleness.]
You're... You're important. To me. You've been doing your best and I couldn't help but admire that.
[Of course she'd admire that quietly developing strength. Of course she'd want to be part of that, to be a reason for it.]
We don't have to rush anything you know! I have a penchant for that and it can complicate things, but, I'm serious.
You're... You're important. To me. You've been doing your best and I couldn't help but admire that.
[Of course she'd admire that quietly developing strength. Of course she'd want to be part of that, to be a reason for it.]
We don't have to rush anything you know! I have a penchant for that and it can complicate things, but, I'm serious.
[When she puts a hand over his, he can't help but turn his own over, palm up, and give hers a little squeeze in return.]
Iona... [He says the next without any hesitation, pushing past his embarrassment, because it's important to be said.] You're important to me, too. You've already helped me with so much.
[He swallows again, trying to force a bit more bravery.]
I'm willing to go at whatever pace is comfortable for you. I'm just... I'm just pretty happy right now, is all.
Iona... [He says the next without any hesitation, pushing past his embarrassment, because it's important to be said.] You're important to me, too. You've already helped me with so much.
[He swallows again, trying to force a bit more bravery.]
I'm willing to go at whatever pace is comfortable for you. I'm just... I'm just pretty happy right now, is all.
[There's a small jolt beneath them, indicating that the ferris wheel had started to move again. It's as if time had stopped just for them before it began to move forward. And Iona couldn't be any happier than at that moment.
Iona feeling emboldened (doesn't she always) leans her head against Michael's shoulder.]
We'll see where this goes then? You and me?
Iona feeling emboldened (doesn't she always) leans her head against Michael's shoulder.]
We'll see where this goes then? You and me?
Yeah... [He allows her to lean her head against him, and he leans a little into her in return, their hands still touching.]
You and me.
[He's barely even noticed the carriage being slowly brought back down, again. The ferris wheel is as lackadaisical as before, as if it had never stopped.]
You and me.
[He's barely even noticed the carriage being slowly brought back down, again. The ferris wheel is as lackadaisical as before, as if it had never stopped.]
... You can call me Bazett.
[One name should be fine, a full name isn't necessary.]
And if you're asking of my place of origin, that would be Ireland. I was in another country recently though.
[She goes towards one of the bushes and flicks it with her finger. It seems normal enough?]
Have you tried burning this down yet?
[One name should be fine, a full name isn't necessary.]
And if you're asking of my place of origin, that would be Ireland. I was in another country recently though.
[She goes towards one of the bushes and flicks it with her finger. It seems normal enough?]
Have you tried burning this down yet?
[If Oren has noticed anything or rather, been informed of the newest developments, he hasn't really said much. Or nothing at all to be exact. He's either being ambivalent or indifferent; it's hard to tell.
The clock strikes around noon and it's one of those rare days where Oren is by himself to man the cafe. The Midnight Grind isn't usually open during these hours due to Iona taking classes in college, but the golem is more than capable enough of taking care of business himself. Most of the popular foods are made ahead of time and drinks, he makes with skillful speed.
Currently, he's taking his time to decorate a rather flowery cheesecake at the front counter for guests to feast with their eyes (and then with their wallets, for about 3 bucks a slice).
Just a normal day at the Grind.]
The clock strikes around noon and it's one of those rare days where Oren is by himself to man the cafe. The Midnight Grind isn't usually open during these hours due to Iona taking classes in college, but the golem is more than capable enough of taking care of business himself. Most of the popular foods are made ahead of time and drinks, he makes with skillful speed.
Currently, he's taking his time to decorate a rather flowery cheesecake at the front counter for guests to feast with their eyes (and then with their wallets, for about 3 bucks a slice).
Just a normal day at the Grind.]
Edited 2016-06-16 01:13 (UTC)
[It's been an eventful week, and time has flown for Michael since his experience with Iona on the ferris wheel. Obviously, he's found himself in a good mood for the majority of said week, and that might have something to do with the fact that he can change his status from "single" to "not so single" now.
However, there's always a hiccup, isn't there? It's his last shift at the Grind for this weekend, and he's not quite sure if he can make it. He sends Iona a text, explaining why.]
Iona, I'm feeling under the weather. I don't think I'm going to make it in today, sorry. :( Think you'll be okay with one employee down?
["Under the weather" meaning that he's caught something of a nasty cold.]
However, there's always a hiccup, isn't there? It's his last shift at the Grind for this weekend, and he's not quite sure if he can make it. He sends Iona a text, explaining why.]
Iona, I'm feeling under the weather. I don't think I'm going to make it in today, sorry. :( Think you'll be okay with one employee down?
["Under the weather" meaning that he's caught something of a nasty cold.]
Edited 2016-06-16 03:35 (UTC)
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