Tangerine trees & Marmalade skies

Kesho Maisha · 02-02-2011, 10:07 PM

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The old man watched, bemused, as the girl tousled her hair gently. He was unsure whether this was a flirting gesture, or simply a subconscious act. That didn't stop him from appreciating it, though, and those trained warrior's eyes followed each subtle motion with fuzzy interest. Aging crimson eyes could not help but take brief interest as the woman's breasts were brought to his attention, whether an intentional act or not. So as not to be seen as crude, his eyes were quickly averted, staring out at the landscape lazily once more.

Though he hadn't had much, that warm, comfortable feeling that came with the alcohol had already settled over him, wrapping his mind in a cocoon and padding his thoughts. His body, too, moved a bit sluggishly-- even more so than normal in this cold weather. Still, the slight heat of the sun was shining down on them, and it was all he could do to keep himself from drifting off and napping on this lovely day.

Clearly, the drink was messing with him. On any regular day he would have been out, stalking the borders with devilish intent, just hoping to find some worthless beast who was ignorant enough to come close to their land. Today, however, had morphed into something much more calm, much less urgent, and for once he wouldn't object.

The girl must have felt comfortable with him, because she scooted closer, even resting her head on his shoulder, her arm interlocked with his own. Of course he wouldn't pull away, although he was a bit taken aback. The old Hastati glanced down at her, instinctively stretching his fingers out, turning his palm over so that she might stroke it as well. It wasn't often that he was touched, especially so gently. The last time anyone had touched him, it was not gentle or innocent. He wasn't sure whether to take this as anything sexual, and so he didn't. Immediately at the thought, he saw Gabriel's face, angry and out for blood, in his mind. Definitely not something he would want to deal with, and so he would not make any moves. This was the very simple act of enjoying someone else's company. Nothing was wrong with that, right?

"I don't often like to do nothing. Nothing brings back painful history. But your company seems to have chased it all away, so I can feel confident in agreeing," she said, looking up at him, her tail happily thudding against the dilapidated porch.

He smiled gently, his eyes cast down to catch her gaze. A shame that such a pretty, young girl could already have a painful history. Then again, his life wasn't so different. He didn't want to ruin whatever sort of moment they were having, so he declined to reply, and instead relaxed his body into hers without another thought.

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