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Post by Bakery on Sept 16, 2014 15:40:25 GMT -8
“It only makes sense to think of home in a strange land..” she remarked quietly, giving the tiniest of smiles in return to his words. Erabelle had a nice ring to it, in all honesty. She might consider it for later use.. “Only because you took the hopelessness, Mr. Davenport.” she added to his comment.
She didn't even feel what she had then- all the weight had been temporarily lifted. She had enough room now in her own body to think straight- clearly seeing that what she had felt had been a delusion. There was a far better answer for her to deal with what had happened- and the blossoming of it had gotten her gears running. The newly lit fire burning within her just might be the kick she needed to get the ball rolling for it, too...
“And so easily you can imagine me. Tell me, Mr. Davenport, what other kinds of things do you imagine about me?” she raised an eyebrow- obviously teasing him now- but it wasn't as harsh as before. Now this debate had woken her up- lifted the darkness from her soul.
Now she could come out and play.
“There is truth to your words,” she said evenly and glanced at him, studying his face for a minute. “And I do not doubt you've seen more than your share of misfortune...Perhaps, we are alike, Mr. Davenport, in more ways than you can imagine.” she gave a sly smirk at her subtle remark- but finally ceased her pacing and sat a few feet from James, directly across from him.
She leaned against her own tree, one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee, resting the arm that held the ebony knife on it as she glanced at him- calculating something in her mind.
“How old are you? You mentioned you are an old Ketsuki- but I can't help but wonder just how old 'old' is.”
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Post by clouds just clouds on Sept 16, 2014 16:32:55 GMT -8
Jem felt his body ease and relief pour through him. It seems as if she has eased up more about him. Especially with the teasing. A light smile lifted Jem's lips and he ducked his head to hide the blush that littered across his pale skin. "Miss Arabelle, you should never ask a man what he imagines." Though it was all a joke. He's never had interest in sleeping with anyone, neither man or female. Around his five hundreds, the older ketsukis use to always joke that around that time is when all the men suddenly pounce on women, and when women start spreading their legs.
Though, that never happened to Jem. Perhaps because there never was a woman there. Plus, he was a thief. If he were to date someone, the person would wonder where he went, and he wouldn't be able to trust them with details such as that.
Jem found himself enjoying the presence of his woman, even if she had made him blush once again with imagine. It wasn't as if he hadn't had friends before--he has had plenty. Though, most he has outlived. Her sitting felt like an enormous accomplishment. A grin had lifted his lips when she had. The grin only strengthened at her question.
"Well, what year is it?" Jem pondered for a moment. "Six hundred and eighty five, maybe. There's no one to celebrate my birthday, so will go a year or two without celebrating it. Not that my celebrations are grand." A smirk curled Jem's lips.
He usually stole harder things on those days.
"How old are you?" Jem inquired, tilting his head lightly.
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Post by Bakery on Sept 16, 2014 17:24:08 GMT -8
"Shame, I'd love to hear what it is exactly you do imagine, Mr. Davenport." She smirked again, a devilish look in her eyes, "I imagine your thoughts are quiet...Interesting." She tilted raised her eyebrows in mild surprise. "Old indeed..older than I, certainly. I am only twenty one, still very much young I'm afraid." She shrugged. "However, I'm more grown up and mature than most theses days, at least to my knowledge, I am.
Hiding her amusement at seeing him blush partially, she continued to study his face. He was so free with emotion- it was almost childlike- but that comparison had washed away since hearing his age.
Was this what it was like to have a friend? A true, genuine friend? The beginning of a friendship...? Strange...
Her uncle would laugh if he heard about her sitting with some strange man in a forest- Elidi? Alone with a man? And not threatening to end his life?
Not just Ubheard of,
Completely impossible.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Sept 16, 2014 17:54:06 GMT -8
Jem's eyes glittered with amusement and a smirk curled his lips. "In order to hear my thoughts, Miss Arabelle, you would have to get to know me better." A chuckle left him and he softened his smirk. "Be careful. A fool thinks himself wise, and a wise man knows that he is a fool." Since she seemed comfortable, he began to stretch, letting out a yawn when his joints popped and cracked.
He settled himself against the tree and smiled at her. "Are you hungry after me drinking some of your blood? I don't want you to get dizzy, so perhaps you should at least get something to drink. I would offer you to come to a small property I own, but I don't own one here."
Chuckling, he stood and wiped the dust from the back of his pants. "Not that I would invite you, because I don't think you would come. Just curious, is your race nocturnal? Ketsuki are nocturnal, but that's because we kind of have to be. The sun burns us."
Walking over to her, he held out a hand for her. "Miss Erabelle," he missed that mark completely [her name]. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"
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Post by Bakery on Sept 16, 2014 18:38:44 GMT -8
"A wise fool, then." She gave a small smile and stood. "Hm. Similar, yes. We only need about five hoes of sleep- and we do our sleeping in the day. The sun is too powerful for us- it is very much considered a posion.." She igot mend, but didn't add much else. Letting all of their weaknesses out would be dangerous for her- even if she was getting comfortable around this James Davenport.
"I have a home here in Letha where I can return to- I would invite you, but I'm afraid my old uncle might just die of a heart attack if he sees me return to the house with some strange man I met in the woods." She smirked, "he'd worry about my virtue and life choices, I assure you." She gave a light laugh and met his gaze. "A walk?"
A walk wouldn't be harmful...right?
"If only I could find Miss Erabelle to go on a walk with you- I'm afraid I have no idea whom that is." she teased and grinned slightly, "but I would very much enjoy a nice walk, Mr. Davenport, if you'll have me."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Sept 16, 2014 19:08:03 GMT -8
Jem let out a laugh, "I'm sorry, Miss, Arabelle? Erabella? No, Arabella. That's it. Usually I'm not so bad at remembering names." His eyes were soft as he held out his arm, like a true gentleman, for her to take. Whether or not she took it, he began to walk, taking a random path that he wasn't sure where it lead to. "You're right. I do sound incredibly dangerous just walking around the woods at night."
His eyes lifted up to watch the stars. The night was beautiful. He felt bad for the other races that had to sleep during the day. At least the night had stars and the moon to offer, all daytime had to offer was the burning sun.
His gaze flickered down to her and he smiled lightly. "I take walks to clear my head. The hotel I am staying at rests on the edge of these woods. I wasn't really hunting tonight, and I didn't want to be bothered by other people, so I came here."
Then, the corners of his eyes crinkled, with a blush dusting across his cheeks once more. "And about your uncle. Never mention me to him. We could make up a different meeting for anyone who asks. I could have met you at a party, or perhaps even you saved my life. We can twist things around a bit. These aren't trees, no, but people." Chuckling, he shook his head, his eyes soft. "I know I barely know you, but is it alright if I call you a friend?"
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Post by Bakery on Sept 17, 2014 9:02:37 GMT -8
"That way leads to a dangerous cave, Mr.Daventport." Elidi stifled a chuckle and took his arm- but she told herself it was only to steer him back to a proper path, one less dangerous. "But I think a strange man sucking a poor girls blood at night in the middle of the woods might be able to take on what lies inside- especially when he is armed, I might add." She teased and shifted er gave up to the sky as well.
It had been the one sight she'd loved all her life- the sky in her blood, the night in her biological makeup- the night was home to her..the safe haven of the Nocvi. She wondered what sort of special place it held for others- but asking would be foolish. Most others in Letha never wanted to speak with the Nocvi unless they had to- and even then I was disdainfully carried out.
"Ah, so you weren't just looking for a midnight snack, then. I suppose our meeting could be considered completely coincidental- but i hardly believe that." She said slyly, giving a smirk as she walked. "Oh? What's this? Getting shy, are we? You are right though- it wa a fantastic party. Some would even say it's to die for." She grinned at her obvious joke, but even still, she kept her guard up. This was all none sense. Payment for him saving her life- if he were to try anything she'd be prepared- but she couldn't deny that it was a nice feeling to talk to someone.
Even if he had just sucked her blood.
"Interesting. I suppose that is up to you, Davenport. Do you prevent all your friends from suicide by biting them in the middle of the woods?" She simpered playfully, taking a deep breath. "On a more honest note, however, I would dare say it's the start of friendship."
Her voice was quiet- parts of her didn't want to admit that she was on the path to becoming this mans friend.
"Why do you ask?" She eyed him curiously, attempting to find an answer on his face, "I do hope you aren't expecting to meet my uncle tonight, or any time soon. I quite honestly don't think you should know where I live just yet.."
In other words, I don't trust you yet..
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Post by clouds just clouds on Sept 17, 2014 9:38:43 GMT -8
Jem couldn't help but laugh at her pointing out him drinking blood. Again. "Miss Arabella, I am a ketsuki. I drink many people's blood at night. It's just that you're one of the few that I've allowed to remember that I have." He allowed her to take the lead, never one to really be butt-hurt if the woman took control. Even if he was raised a noble, he was quite a humble noble. His mother taught him to always be a gentleman.
"Shy?" The word was amusing to Jem. Him? Shy? He supposed he was. It could added to the list of why he didn't have a wife. "I think the correct word you are looking for is humble." Chuckling, he shook his head at his exchange for words. "Well, to be honest, most of my friends are made when I take walks at night. Though, I outlive most of them, no matter how much I try to help them..."
Shaking his head, Jem decided that he had shown this woman too much sadness, so he looked over at her. His face was an open book, it wouldn't be that hard to see that he had to evil plans. "Oh, no. Of course not," he said a little bit fast, beginning to look a bit flustered, but at least this time he had not blushed. "I mean, Miss Arabella, I am certainly not looking to push your boundaries. No offense, but if we were in Era, I wouldn't be showing you my home. In fact, what I meant by you not explaining to your uncle about meeting me is to, well, not tell him. I rather not have protective parental figures running after me." His eyes glittered as he watched her.
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Post by Bakery on Sept 17, 2014 14:25:53 GMT -8
"Am I? Should I be honored or was that a threat- in which case I'm even more honored." she smirked and glanced forward, watching the path ahead of them and looking for the inn. She could have sworn it was around here somewhere...
"Shy, Humble, Reserved, Modest- pick whichever you desire, Davenport." she only spared a seconds glance at him, to measure his reaction. It was interesting to read him, he was so open with his emotions, so freely expressive...
"Hm. I'd imagine so, if sunlight burns you." she noted.
Her gaze grew distant as she thought back to a memory long locked away from her usually day to day thoughts. "You cannot cheat death but you may tempt it." she muttered softly, the ghost of a smile hiding along her lips. "And tempting death will only aggravate it. It is unavoidable- we all we have to cross that bridge one day. It's what happens after that everyone is so scared of. Not many realize that the darkness in death isn't meant to be frightening- it's meant to be calming, soothing. Making the transition easier for souls...It isn't the end, it's just the portal to a new beginning."
She hadn't spoke like that in many years- it was nearly the exact same words a certain someone had said to her long ago, to try and ease the ache she had felt, lessen the burden she carried. Only now, when she was older, did she truly understand.
"Good. The last one to push my boundaries had this knife carve my doodles in their bones." she said matter-of-factly, but didn't meet his gaze. It wasn't a lie but this man did not need to know her business- not in such a personal way so soon. "And if I told my uncle, his knife would most likely do the same to yours- and mine. Do you honestly think he knew where I was going, where I am or what I was going to do?" she asked, raising a thin black eyebrow. "Once I return he will be none the wiser. What he doesn't know won't kill him- or me." she shrugged released his arm as they neared the inn.
"Forgive me, but in Letha, if you are seen close to a Nocvi bad things happen to you...So either we part our ways here or, if you're brave, there is an inn ahead where you may buy something to tide me off until home." she pointed ahead of them toward a building. "Pick your fate, Mr. Davenport."
"Do you hang around the woman who has tempted death? Or return to your hotel, bidding a goodbye to the shade of night?
Choose wisely, Death is watching."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Sept 17, 2014 15:18:56 GMT -8
Jem listened to her words, his face open with curiosity. He nodded and smiled lightly at her. "I suppose that is a good way to look at it." His eyes began to glitter dangerously and he watched her with a smirk. "Don't mistake my humbleness for softness, my dear," he purred gently, lifting her hand to his lips and gently pressed his lips against her hand. "But I wouldn't dream of exciting that sort of violence from you, Miss Arabella. I would prefer to stay friends with you."
When she released his arm, he looked a bit surprised at her. And then, once again, his eyes sparked and a smirk curled his lips. "Dear Arabelle, there are many things that you don't know about me. I tempt death quite frequently."
He bowed to her, and headed towards the inn, the smirk staying in its place. "Now, young one, the question is if you want to tempt faith with me." His ivory eyes lifted to her bright red ones before turning towards the inn.
Perhaps he was giving too much away, but he loved to playing around. It wasn't usual that he had someone that he could show off his skills to. In fact, there never was someone he could show off his skill to, unless it was a guard trying to catch him.
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