12-22-2011, 05:45 PM
Light took a deep breath as the male set hand upon his shoulder. His mind curiously wondering what it was like over the sea. We swished the bottle between his knees swinging it with a slight wonder as his patience was wearing thin. Then he rose from the cushion hoping to get his blood flowing just slightly to help move along the desired effect of the alcohol. The scarred hunter reached up and tapped the light bulb discovering it was made of glass. He looked over at the relaxed male and really stared at him as he took yet another swig of wine. His intense brown eyes burrowing in like a flame to match the orange he gazed at. I’m from the North, far North in the western lands. Where the snow is far from novelty. Its the magic that brings the land to life. That feeds us. That forces us to get close to each other. The haze was just suddenly there as his face started to relax into a sly smirk. He set the bottle down at his feet and stepped forward. He held out a hand now finally his mind filling not with doubt or worry but a goal. He needed this, he needed him whoever he was.