Impress me.
Greetings. You may come in. If you are a woman, however, keep your distance.

wolfskinned—doe:

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; “Why you sayin’ sorry to me? It’s not like you bowled me over.” Ice hissed under her feet as she scuttled past another patch. “You sure you okay?”

"Yes, I’m fine." He was more focused on the embarrassment itself than the actual pain. He was sure he would feel it later. "Thank you," he said after a few more moments, recognizing that he should probably say something to her for her care of him. He was still surprised by her kindness. Glancing up from the ground now, he spotted a small place that had the looks of a coffee shop. Holding a hand out and gesturing to it, he asked her, "Is this the place?"


 
grimstalkertharja-deactivated20 whispered:
"Hm? Swordsman, why are you following me?"

grimstalkertharja:

solitaryswordsman:

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"I-I thought it to be only courteous should I know a fellow soldier." He had been hoping she wouldn’t notice, though.

"Hm? Harm me? So you would physically harm me just for holding your hand?" She growled, eyes showing just how dangerous she could be. "You’re a pathetic man. A good warrior but a very pathetic man…" Tharja shook her head, still gripping his hand gently. "Learn to control your little quivers with women. Even the farm child gets along better with the women."

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The word ‘pathetic’ stung him, and he almost lashed back at her. But he realized, as she continued speaking, that she was absolutely right. Though he couldn’t help his deep internal fear, her words rung in his head. If he ever wished to become part of the shepherds fully, at least until he could go home, he needed to learn how to control himself. Despite his hope that she would let him go every passing second, he swallowed hard and nodded his head. “I-I understand. I apologize for my words.”


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solitaryswordsman whispered:
"Red string of faith... Whatever it is."

grimstalkertharja:

grimstalkertharja-deactivated20:

Our muses are destined to fall in love on their daily commute

Tharja looked up from her position in back of the group. It was yet another long journey they were to face to get to the other battle field and so everyone had packed their things onto the carriages and horses and they were off. It was days like these where the dark mage walked behind the whole crowd to observe. But strangely enough, her eyes always seemed to wander to the lone swordsman, sweating in the presence of the women around him like Lissa and such. Day by day, she could feel herself growing attached to him, always happy to see his back as they walked along the lone dirt road.

"…" She frowned at his outstretched hand, turning her head away so she could not look upon him any further. It was so horrible…He felt pity she could not carry such a small sack, didn’t he? "….I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help…" The dark mage frowned, something in her tone of voice making her seem weak at the moment. 

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Oh she wondered why he would not go back to his usual walking spot with the other men. She was a woman after all and the swordsman was afraid of women so why did he stay? Was there something on his mind about her…observing? Or was he just tired and wanted to slow down his pace? The possibilities were endless but none of them really made sense to her.

Lon’qu realized quickly what his actions looked like to her. Yet he did not at all believe her to be weak. She happened to be one of the few shepherds he was wary about should they have to face each other. A slight frown tugged at his lips, yet he held his neutral expression. Despite his fear of her gender, he never had any intention of upsetting her. The moment it appeared as though he did, even slightly, Lon’qu couldn’t help but try to speak up again to rid any bad thoughts from her. 

"I did not mean to imply any weakness on your part," he said clearly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I know you are more than capable. I simply wish to assist in any way I can." Why he was being so kind towards her, he wasn’t actually sure. She didn’t appear to have any ill-intentions for once, so perhaps he didn’t mind speaking to her as much as he previously thought. He decided to wait for a response before assuming anything, though.


 
solitaryswordsman whispered:
"Red string of faith... Whatever it is."

grimstalkertharja:

grimstalkertharja-deactivated20:

Our muses are destined to fall in love on their daily commute

Tharja looked up from her position in back of the group. It was yet another long journey they were to face to get to the other battle field and so everyone had packed their things onto the carriages and horses and they were off. It was days like these where the dark mage walked behind the whole crowd to observe. But strangely enough, her eyes always seemed to wander to the lone swordsman, sweating in the presence of the women around him like Lissa and such. Day by day, she could feel herself growing attached to him, always happy to see his back as they walked along the lone dirt road.

He caught her staring. He caught her staring only once but…it seemed he was slowing his pace so that he would be able to walk in the back with her. The mage felt embarrassed and kept her head down the whole walk, just waiting for him to speak up. Of course he would be curious. Everyone in camp thought of her as a scary person with a heart of ice. No wonder he would think the same thing of her. But … it brought a foreign pain to her chest just thinking about it.

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"…You haven’t done anything…" She murmured her reply, shifting the bag on her shoulder. This kind of physical labor was too much for her, but she couldn’t let anyone see she was struggling. They’d take pity. And she hated that… "…Think nothing of it. I’m merely observing, swordsman…"

Lon’qu couldn’t help but frown slightly, still suspicious of her behavior. She wasn’t one that he would simply accept any words from, knowing her background and her in general. However, he felt the sincerity in his voice, or at least the lack of her usual harshness. So he simply nodded, letting her alone. He stayed where he was walking, though, not wishing to run ahead to get back to his previous spot. He didn’t feel the need to do so, anyways.

Glancing over at her again after a few moments, he noticed her slight struggle with the heavy load on her shoulders. He said nothing, but simply held out his hand after adjusting so that he would not drop anything. He hoped that she would understand his silent offer. He did not wish for her to be exhausted, should any Risen attack them she should be able to fight without hesitation. As long as she didn’t touch him, he didn’t mind helping at all.


wolfskinned—doe:

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; Hearing a scuffle behind her Dani turned, cringing at the sight. “Ouch, dude, are you okay?” It would’ve been wiser for him to have taken the fall rear first, the fool! Quietly Dani shuffled back in his direction and offered a hand. “That’s gonna leave a mark.”

With a wince, Lon’qu got to his feet again, disregarding the protest in his legs. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, holding back a curse under his breath. He could handle the pain- He just didn’t like making himself look like a fool. He only then noticed her outstretched hand. “I apologize,” he said to her now, bowing his head slightly. “Shall we continue on?”


aurora-gallifreywarrior:

  • "Where do you think you’re going?"
  • You’re not going anywhere.”
  • "You belong to me now."
  • "There, nice and tight."
  • "Shh, there’s no need to scream."
  • "There, that should keep you quiet."
  • "Why are you doing this?"
  • "Let me go!"
  • "Release me!"
  • "Help me!"
  • "Untie me!"
  • "Mmmph!"
  • "How are we suppse to get out of this?"
  • "Someone will come for me!"

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grimstalkertharja-deactivated20 whispered:
"Hm? Swordsman, why are you following me?"

grimstalkertharja:

solitaryswordsman:

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"I-I thought it to be only courteous should I know a fellow soldier." He had been hoping she wouldn’t notice, though.

Slate hues narrowed and showed such a fire that it was almost like sparks were flying around her in anger. The woman took hold of his hand. “…Jumping away from me like that…Why must you do such a thing? It makes me feel as if I have a disease that you do not want to catch.” She continued. “And if you let go of my hand now, I will place a terrible curse on you.”

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Lon’qu’s shoulders tensed suddenly, every reaction in him wanting to pull away from her as quickly as possible. But her words prevented him from doing so. Not only was he afraid of her threat, but after the shock he was frozen by her simply touching him. A deep shade of red covered his face as he stumbled over his words. “N-No, nothing like that!!” His voice held a slight tone of panic. He did his very best to calm himself slightly for his next words. “L-Let go of me, I don’t wish to harm you.”


 
solitaryswordsman whispered:
"Red string of faith... Whatever it is."

grimstalkertharja-deactivated20:

Our muses are destined to fall in love on their daily commute

Tharja looked up from her position in back of the group. It was yet another long journey they were to face to get to the other battle field and so everyone had packed their things onto the carriages and horses and they were off. It was days like these where the dark mage walked behind the whole crowd to observe. But strangely enough, her eyes always seemed to wander to the lone swordsman, sweating in the presence of the women around him like Lissa and such. Day by day, she could feel herself growing attached to him, always happy to see his back as they walked along the lone dirt road.

Lon’qu didn’t mind walking long distances. He didn’t mind carrying all of his belongings and perhaps some of others simply because he could. He didn’t even mind when the heat got to him and he couldn’t help but sweat in his heavy clothes. What he did mind, though, was not knowing who was watching him while this occurred. He had the feeling someone had been gazing at him during their moving, but never once did he manage to meet any eyes. He knew there was someone, his instinct in that was never inaccurate. But who?

At last, though, he happened to glace behind himself for just a moment after pausing to take in a breath. His eyes met with Tharja’s, to his shock, and quickly his line of sight returned to straight ahead of him as he walked on. Why would she possibly be looking at him? It seemed odd to him. Normally she was looking at Robin… Had he become the target of one of her spells? He shuddered at the thought. But curiosity was nagging at his mind, and so he slowed his pace very gradually so that he may get slightly closer to her.

"I know you’re watching me," he spoke quietly when he was close enough. He didn’t wish to attract too much attention to the both of them. He just wanted an answer from her. He avoided looking at her at all costs in an attempt to keep his face it’s natural color for once. "Have I done something? To be watched closely by a dark mage is not something I care to take too lightly."


wolfskinned—doe:

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; “Oh, yeah,” she agreed with an enthusiastic nod. “Sugar’s great.” Especially for someone whose blooded is loaded up on it. With a soft hum she dodged a patch of ice, though narrowly. “It’s just around the corner.”

"Excellent. Let us hurry there the-" Having not paid attention enough to her actions, that patch of ice she evaded slipped him up quickly. His eyes widened in surprise as his foot slid out from underneath him. He reacted quickly, landing hard on his knees instead of falling fully, but still a blunt pain radiated through his legs. He winced, trying to push himself up now.


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