09-29-2009, 04:20 PM
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Her innocent, open earnestness touched Ares in a way he couldn't really explain. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about being pretty, as opposed to like, handsome or rugged or ferocious, but.. Ares could tell that Noir meant this without any hidden insult, that she wanted to express only the highest, most sincere compliment that belonged to her vocabulary. He wasn't quite sure how he could tell this, or where this surety came from, but her tone was so.. intense, so full of awe and admiration, that he was sure his cheeks were growing pink beneath his fur. Yeah, he'd gotten compliments on his looks before, but there were times when it was only polite to do so, and a lot of the time it just seemed like whoever was talking only wanted to cheer them up. Noir.. her words seemed more like a confession, a revelation of her own thoughts and.. emotions?
The strange, almost.. resonating intensity of the moment was so weird, almost frightening, in a way.
"Nah, I'm sure it's mostly your flower that's just making it look that way.." Ares said demurely. Not out of any modesty so much as an attempt to sort of distance himself from the rawness of the situation. Too much reality, exposure, he needed to push away a little, he needed the safety of barriers. Both barriers of polite words that didn't really mean anything, and of.. space. Yeah. He needed to think clearly, again. Ares clambered to his feet then, once again the taller of the pair. He looked a little like he wanted to escape, but he didn't really have any idea how he would go about doing so. The flower in his mane shifted a little at the movement, angling downward slightly, but it had been placed securely enough that it didn't fall out. Not yet, at least; maybe when he started walking.
Her innocent, open earnestness touched Ares in a way he couldn't really explain. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about being pretty, as opposed to like, handsome or rugged or ferocious, but.. Ares could tell that Noir meant this without any hidden insult, that she wanted to express only the highest, most sincere compliment that belonged to her vocabulary. He wasn't quite sure how he could tell this, or where this surety came from, but her tone was so.. intense, so full of awe and admiration, that he was sure his cheeks were growing pink beneath his fur. Yeah, he'd gotten compliments on his looks before, but there were times when it was only polite to do so, and a lot of the time it just seemed like whoever was talking only wanted to cheer them up. Noir.. her words seemed more like a confession, a revelation of her own thoughts and.. emotions?
The strange, almost.. resonating intensity of the moment was so weird, almost frightening, in a way.
"Nah, I'm sure it's mostly your flower that's just making it look that way.." Ares said demurely. Not out of any modesty so much as an attempt to sort of distance himself from the rawness of the situation. Too much reality, exposure, he needed to push away a little, he needed the safety of barriers. Both barriers of polite words that didn't really mean anything, and of.. space. Yeah. He needed to think clearly, again. Ares clambered to his feet then, once again the taller of the pair. He looked a little like he wanted to escape, but he didn't really have any idea how he would go about doing so. The flower in his mane shifted a little at the movement, angling downward slightly, but it had been placed securely enough that it didn't fall out. Not yet, at least; maybe when he started walking.