07-30-2010, 10:21 AM
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ooc: he's such and idiot, seriously :I
WC: 338
For a moment, the woman on the bed simply observed him. Her lime eyes made his insides shiver uncomfortably, deep down inside, but Caillen sensed no malice coming from her slender form. In repose, the not-dead woman was still lovely, but there was something about her - Some sort of omnipotent presence - that made her loveliness as much a deterrent as it was an attraction. Perhaps it was simply his innocent wariness of the opposite gender, though.
In all things, Caillen was a virgin. His naivety knew no bounds, his curiosity no checks, his flagrant gullibility no end. But Caillen did know right from wrong, and it was wrong to disobey his elders, and it was wrong to disrespect women. How, therefor, could he refuse her request? If request indeed it was, for more so was Caillen but the puppet to his own manners, and as such, it could very well have been a command.
Uncertain as to what form of distraction she would like him to present, the man-child hovered a moment longer, before nodding meekly. He had not at all inherited his mother's tenacity; the youth simply forgot his previous errand in lieu of this new interaction, this new chance to learn something his questing dreamer's brain would long to learn. After shutting the door neatly (and rather silently, this time), the slate youth stood awkwardly, waiting fro some further direction as to what she would have him do. Caillen was indeed a biddable creature, and it helped that the lady held an aura of importance about her form, an unsettling air of mental unbalance that made his skin prickle and his curiosity flare.
He wanted to know, first and foremost, who had seemingly murdered her on the bed. Had it been her own boredom who had cast her down like that? Maybe trials with an ex lover had left her so listless! The boy-at-heart took another step closer to the bed, his sky-blue eyes owlishly wide and lit with the sun of another world.
Speak think walk
Table © James, courtesy of Hannah
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ooc: he's such and idiot, seriously :I
WC: 338
For a moment, the woman on the bed simply observed him. Her lime eyes made his insides shiver uncomfortably, deep down inside, but Caillen sensed no malice coming from her slender form. In repose, the not-dead woman was still lovely, but there was something about her - Some sort of omnipotent presence - that made her loveliness as much a deterrent as it was an attraction. Perhaps it was simply his innocent wariness of the opposite gender, though.
In all things, Caillen was a virgin. His naivety knew no bounds, his curiosity no checks, his flagrant gullibility no end. But Caillen did know right from wrong, and it was wrong to disobey his elders, and it was wrong to disrespect women. How, therefor, could he refuse her request? If request indeed it was, for more so was Caillen but the puppet to his own manners, and as such, it could very well have been a command.
Uncertain as to what form of distraction she would like him to present, the man-child hovered a moment longer, before nodding meekly. He had not at all inherited his mother's tenacity; the youth simply forgot his previous errand in lieu of this new interaction, this new chance to learn something his questing dreamer's brain would long to learn. After shutting the door neatly (and rather silently, this time), the slate youth stood awkwardly, waiting fro some further direction as to what she would have him do. Caillen was indeed a biddable creature, and it helped that the lady held an aura of importance about her form, an unsettling air of mental unbalance that made his skin prickle and his curiosity flare.
He wanted to know, first and foremost, who had seemingly murdered her on the bed. Had it been her own boredom who had cast her down like that? Maybe trials with an ex lover had left her so listless! The boy-at-heart took another step closer to the bed, his sky-blue eyes owlishly wide and lit with the sun of another world.
Speak think walk
Table © James, courtesy of Hannah