08-01-2016, 02:11 PM
ROMEK
She starts towards him and although his first instinct is to jump back and try to avoid all physical contact (because he is just so not used to that kind of thing, and especially not used to that kind of thing from a female - for as long as he could remember all they had to offer him were weird looks and vapid words, so there was never much mutual interest) but that simply would not do for appearances’ sake, so he stifles that urge and allows her to inspect him, and he feels very naked and bare in that moment. Perhaps even a little embarrassed. She finishes her looking with a touch, and although his skin twitches, he still doesn’t jump back.
It would seem that Maribel has the upper hand here. Romek, caught off balance (wishing that the words flowed as smoothly from his mouth as they did the golden mare’s) says a little more gruffly than intended; “That’s because the grump is on the inside. Where it counts. Though I don’t really advise examining my internal organs.”
Her coat shifts colour into a pretty pink shade, and Romek’s eyes widen and he tilts his head. But Maribel acts like it hasn’t even happened, so he, too does the same (even though he would very much like to comment on it).
She explains her situation, and Romek straightens his head, and nods. Humble as well as well-bred, hard-working and beautiful – she was sure to have many good suitors. And, at this thought, he stubbornly refused to have any kind of sinking feeling – after all, he’d lived his whole life alone, he certainly could do it again and again and again, for all eternity. And, anyway, she would never be interested in him, not in a million life-times – he was old, and bitter, and sour.
”It was the Deserts,” he says, feeling a whole lot less vulnerable now. ”I don’t know how well you know the history. Nocturnal and Krys were my parents, they were the Queens.” he paused, examining the sweet, golden face of his companion for a moment. ”For a time I thought my father was a stallion called Ilean. But it all came to light eventually. Nocturnal was a shapeshifter, you see, and took his form and tricked my mother into thinking that she was Ilean.” This is the first time he’s ever told anyone this. It was a very weird feeling, but he felt that he could not have made a better choice.
Which was also a weird feeling in itself.
”My mother had been deeply, deeply saddened by the sudden disappearance of Ilean, and she let it affect her judgement when it came to the kingdom…” he paused, and looked to the floor. If he blinked, he could see her there, moping, crying. He had been far from understanding. He had had to look after himself, and raise himself and – he had felt a lot of shame and disgust towards her. ”So Nocturnal did what she felt she had to, I suppose.” He chooses to distance himself from these choices, and try not to judge them, because it is difficult for him. Very difficult.
When he looks up, although his eyes may be just a tad more watery than they had been previously, he has recovered. ”Anyway, er, sorry for talking so much. It’s not that interesting.”
And, this time, at her words, it is him who is blushing. He looks to the floor again, shuffling around a little. Throw a shouting, angry horse at him and he’d know exactly what to say. Chuck him into battle and he would dance around his opponents with ease. But this? Genuine compliments and heart feelings and sweet nothings? It made him more uneasy than anything. Scared about letting his guard down. Scared about getting tricked into something. Scared about what may lay behind the smile.
”Thanks.” he says, narrowing his eyes a little, studying her expression very very carefully. Dare he…? ”The feeling is mutual.” he feels a hot flush envelope him, but he ignores it. ”And, erm, the Tundra is pretty okay too, y’know?”
Romek – Prince of hot places, and also of screw-ups.
It would seem that Maribel has the upper hand here. Romek, caught off balance (wishing that the words flowed as smoothly from his mouth as they did the golden mare’s) says a little more gruffly than intended; “That’s because the grump is on the inside. Where it counts. Though I don’t really advise examining my internal organs.”
Her coat shifts colour into a pretty pink shade, and Romek’s eyes widen and he tilts his head. But Maribel acts like it hasn’t even happened, so he, too does the same (even though he would very much like to comment on it).
She explains her situation, and Romek straightens his head, and nods. Humble as well as well-bred, hard-working and beautiful – she was sure to have many good suitors. And, at this thought, he stubbornly refused to have any kind of sinking feeling – after all, he’d lived his whole life alone, he certainly could do it again and again and again, for all eternity. And, anyway, she would never be interested in him, not in a million life-times – he was old, and bitter, and sour.
”It was the Deserts,” he says, feeling a whole lot less vulnerable now. ”I don’t know how well you know the history. Nocturnal and Krys were my parents, they were the Queens.” he paused, examining the sweet, golden face of his companion for a moment. ”For a time I thought my father was a stallion called Ilean. But it all came to light eventually. Nocturnal was a shapeshifter, you see, and took his form and tricked my mother into thinking that she was Ilean.” This is the first time he’s ever told anyone this. It was a very weird feeling, but he felt that he could not have made a better choice.
Which was also a weird feeling in itself.
”My mother had been deeply, deeply saddened by the sudden disappearance of Ilean, and she let it affect her judgement when it came to the kingdom…” he paused, and looked to the floor. If he blinked, he could see her there, moping, crying. He had been far from understanding. He had had to look after himself, and raise himself and – he had felt a lot of shame and disgust towards her. ”So Nocturnal did what she felt she had to, I suppose.” He chooses to distance himself from these choices, and try not to judge them, because it is difficult for him. Very difficult.
When he looks up, although his eyes may be just a tad more watery than they had been previously, he has recovered. ”Anyway, er, sorry for talking so much. It’s not that interesting.”
And, this time, at her words, it is him who is blushing. He looks to the floor again, shuffling around a little. Throw a shouting, angry horse at him and he’d know exactly what to say. Chuck him into battle and he would dance around his opponents with ease. But this? Genuine compliments and heart feelings and sweet nothings? It made him more uneasy than anything. Scared about letting his guard down. Scared about getting tricked into something. Scared about what may lay behind the smile.
”Thanks.” he says, narrowing his eyes a little, studying her expression very very carefully. Dare he…? ”The feeling is mutual.” he feels a hot flush envelope him, but he ignores it. ”And, erm, the Tundra is pretty okay too, y’know?”
Romek – Prince of hot places, and also of screw-ups.
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem
OOC: I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG D:
But Romek is feeling new things and it's all weird to him hahaha.
lava u