03-19-2016, 10:39 AM
WEIR
you didn't scare me...
Well, that was a relief. Even with his subtle flirtations and shy smile he was sure he had messed up his greeting. Actually he was a bit surprised he hadn't, first time for everything right? Weir was always down for fun though, he just couldn't help it, it was in his nature you might say. Often he entertained himself and others with his gifts, seeking joy in them, from them. Life was too short to live in misery, to waste such beauty by bottling it up, hiding it from the world.
He hadn't though twice about sending the creatures scurrying up to her, perhaps he should have. Maybe he should start taking that into account in the future...nah.
His thoughts of what he should do and what he did do, do not last long. She has him enraptured, a chill tickling his back but surely he is not doing that. No, no, he was sure he wasn't. Well the that only meant, she-
"Oh! Oh ho-ho what fine luck my lady!" His rusty head inclines as he looks up into the falling flakes, closing his eyes and letting them drift peacefully down to blanket his back. "What a happy coincidence," he remarks, tilting his head back down to look at her. "So few here really," he freely sticks out his tongue, catching a few powder-white crystals, "even for this place."
can you teach me?...
Those, those are the magic words if there were ever any.
"Teach you? Why, I'd be delighted!" It is not mistake the inquiry makes him generally happy, he is thrilled. "Can't control it? Nonsense. we'll have you improving in no time, don't you worry, you wont hurt me." He promises because surly she could not harm him, how would she harm him with his own talents? That would just be silly. "A terrible thing to hurt others unintentionally, I quite understand, best to not let loose ones emotions."
Weir too had hurt others without intention. The War had caused his heart another great pain, taking from him not only one of his friends, but his best one- Warship. He doesn't know how many were lost to the cold and the ice, he didn't ask either, he didn't want to be weighted with that burden.
Well, that was a relief. Even with his subtle flirtations and shy smile he was sure he had messed up his greeting. Actually he was a bit surprised he hadn't, first time for everything right? Weir was always down for fun though, he just couldn't help it, it was in his nature you might say. Often he entertained himself and others with his gifts, seeking joy in them, from them. Life was too short to live in misery, to waste such beauty by bottling it up, hiding it from the world.
He hadn't though twice about sending the creatures scurrying up to her, perhaps he should have. Maybe he should start taking that into account in the future...nah.
His thoughts of what he should do and what he did do, do not last long. She has him enraptured, a chill tickling his back but surely he is not doing that. No, no, he was sure he wasn't. Well the that only meant, she-
"Oh! Oh ho-ho what fine luck my lady!" His rusty head inclines as he looks up into the falling flakes, closing his eyes and letting them drift peacefully down to blanket his back. "What a happy coincidence," he remarks, tilting his head back down to look at her. "So few here really," he freely sticks out his tongue, catching a few powder-white crystals, "even for this place."
can you teach me?...
Those, those are the magic words if there were ever any.
"Teach you? Why, I'd be delighted!" It is not mistake the inquiry makes him generally happy, he is thrilled. "Can't control it? Nonsense. we'll have you improving in no time, don't you worry, you wont hurt me." He promises because surly she could not harm him, how would she harm him with his own talents? That would just be silly. "A terrible thing to hurt others unintentionally, I quite understand, best to not let loose ones emotions."
Weir too had hurt others without intention. The War had caused his heart another great pain, taking from him not only one of his friends, but his best one- Warship. He doesn't know how many were lost to the cold and the ice, he didn't ask either, he didn't want to be weighted with that burden.
WINTER IS COMING