Caelum
wait by the door and light a cigarette
if he wants a fight, well, now he's got one
This casual introduction was going wild.
Caelum had yet to decide if she was amused by it, or affronted by his behaviors and words. But still, she could be kind, polite, and cordial when interacting with someone new, could she not? Put your best foot forward, smile for the camera from your best side, always be the radiant flower, the light of summer, the elegant queen she was meant to be. Her mother would turn over in her grave if she behaved in any other way. So she tried to keep as calm as she could in this conversation, even if some of his words, his abrasive start was . . . . different than she was used to.
It made the exchange more interesting too.
She couldn't help it, she laughed, the sound bubbling up at his response, oh yes, fairly new would be the greatest of assumptions, wouldn't it? "I am certain it would, I am quite the observer after all, hard to miss that fact." She retorted, once she'd gained control of herself, shaking her head, and causing the glowing red necklace against her throat to jingle, the faint heat of it warming her skin, helping her to find her balance in this unexpected conversation. Especially when he suddenly was facing her fully, his attention locked on her. She blinked in surprise, shifting back just half a step at the intensity. The sudden flutter of nerves lit her belly, unaccustomed to such direct attention.
It caused a reaction with her magic too.
Small blossoms, little flowers of pink and white growing in amongst the locks of her hair, a few petals shedding with each movement. Perhaps his assumptions that she was a flower were more appropriate than he would know, and provided he keep such thoughts to himself, she would be far less inclined to show him the thorns among the foliage. As it was now, the attention was startling, unusual, unexpected. She didn't want to let that trip her up. So other than the slight flare-up of her own magic, and that half step back, she forced herself to collect herself again. She straightened up, eyeing him from beneath her lashes, coy and amused, "I think you are just hoping it is a kink." She retorted to his teasing.
She dropped her muzzle, the perfect picture of demure and elegance.
"After all, surely a lady, such as myself would never take pleasure in such dangerous encounters, no?" She implored with faux innocence before he startled that laugh from her once more, "No, typically I do not venture out among the crowds at all, but it was a lovely night, and so I figured engaging with company would not be so displeasing. So, you can still consider yourself blessed for the time being." That smile turned coy and playful again, borderline impish, "Unless I change my opinion on the company of course."
But the idea of needing protected . . .
She was capable on her own, thank you. She'd done it before, stood up for herself, stood beside her loved ones in the face of danger. She was no fragile creature, hiding in the shrubs and closing her eyes and ears from the fighting going on. She was raised, when in the face of danger, when war raged on, to not be afraid to lead her military into battle. It had made her kingdom, the Summer Court fae so enamored with her as well. Soft, beautiful, until you lit her fire.
Of course, she couldn't deny the truth in his words.
Her expression turned thoughtful as she hovered in the air, more comfortable in the sky than on the ground. "While, I will concede to your point, a medic in any period ought to be protected, that doesn't mean they cannot aid in the battle as well." She responded after a moment before she suddenly realized what he had called her, her gaze jumping back to him, "Logic may dictate that I ought to be protected in some situations, it does not need I am incapable of transversing a prairie myself. And please refrain from calling me darling. My name is Caelum. If that is too much of a mouthful, feel free to shorten it."
Pet names were too personal.
And she avoided personal after Calico and her son's deaths. After Tremaine gave his life in defending her. She didn't want to think about it. She was enjoying this banter right here, right now. She didn't need to fall into memories of the past, and what had once been. So she allowed herself to be drawn into his words again, startled slightly by the slow, carnivorous smile he sent her way, the wink that accompanied it. "I have a suspicion you would be quite the dangerous opponent to brush up my skills with." She tilted her head, smiling sweetly in his direction, "So, shall we meet in the middle perhaps? You are clearly a well-trained soldier, and it is your duty to protect those within Denocte. But I am also not so frail to need an escort around this land?" She suggested.
Her mother always said, if you can't win - compromise.
And so, the conversation continued, as he spoke of Denocte, calling it fine. She did feel a little flushed again when he indirectly called her talented, but she inclined her head lightly, regally; when he spoke of acclimating just fine, "I have no doubt you well. You show great prowess already for the position you hold." She agreed, her tone more friendly at his seriousness. And then his question came, and this time her smile was dazzling, the sort lit by being given the chance to talk about something she cared so deeply for, "Yes, I do, it is on the edge of Vitreus Lake, with an outdoor seating area built over the water. The Faerie Garden Emporium." She stated with pride, the heightened emotion causing more of those flower petals to shed and flutter free with her movements, "I built it myself." She added, though not going so far as to admit her own residence was behind the main room.
His request had her glancing his way in surprise.
"You are, of course, more than welcome to stop by. It is not quite ready to be open full-time, mind, to the public, but a number of my friends, some from other Courts as well, tend to stop by. They enjoy trying the most recent teas I have developed, as well as taste-test the menu items I hope to add when it is fully ready to open." She added, "And of course, a number of medicinal pouches and teas are available to those who need them." A careful mix of healing and peace was what she'd decided to build her shop up as, and she'd never deny how delighted she was to have made it successful this part. Why, even individuals from other Courts were eager to stop by, exchange recipes, and try her tea, so it was surely a success.
"So, please, feel free to stop by any time you like. If the front door is open, I am sure to be inside the building."
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Boleyn
Notes: This thread is just killing me! I am loving it so much!
Caelum had yet to decide if she was amused by it, or affronted by his behaviors and words. But still, she could be kind, polite, and cordial when interacting with someone new, could she not? Put your best foot forward, smile for the camera from your best side, always be the radiant flower, the light of summer, the elegant queen she was meant to be. Her mother would turn over in her grave if she behaved in any other way. So she tried to keep as calm as she could in this conversation, even if some of his words, his abrasive start was . . . . different than she was used to.
It made the exchange more interesting too.
She couldn't help it, she laughed, the sound bubbling up at his response, oh yes, fairly new would be the greatest of assumptions, wouldn't it? "I am certain it would, I am quite the observer after all, hard to miss that fact." She retorted, once she'd gained control of herself, shaking her head, and causing the glowing red necklace against her throat to jingle, the faint heat of it warming her skin, helping her to find her balance in this unexpected conversation. Especially when he suddenly was facing her fully, his attention locked on her. She blinked in surprise, shifting back just half a step at the intensity. The sudden flutter of nerves lit her belly, unaccustomed to such direct attention.
It caused a reaction with her magic too.
Small blossoms, little flowers of pink and white growing in amongst the locks of her hair, a few petals shedding with each movement. Perhaps his assumptions that she was a flower were more appropriate than he would know, and provided he keep such thoughts to himself, she would be far less inclined to show him the thorns among the foliage. As it was now, the attention was startling, unusual, unexpected. She didn't want to let that trip her up. So other than the slight flare-up of her own magic, and that half step back, she forced herself to collect herself again. She straightened up, eyeing him from beneath her lashes, coy and amused, "I think you are just hoping it is a kink." She retorted to his teasing.
She dropped her muzzle, the perfect picture of demure and elegance.
"After all, surely a lady, such as myself would never take pleasure in such dangerous encounters, no?" She implored with faux innocence before he startled that laugh from her once more, "No, typically I do not venture out among the crowds at all, but it was a lovely night, and so I figured engaging with company would not be so displeasing. So, you can still consider yourself blessed for the time being." That smile turned coy and playful again, borderline impish, "Unless I change my opinion on the company of course."
But the idea of needing protected . . .
She was capable on her own, thank you. She'd done it before, stood up for herself, stood beside her loved ones in the face of danger. She was no fragile creature, hiding in the shrubs and closing her eyes and ears from the fighting going on. She was raised, when in the face of danger, when war raged on, to not be afraid to lead her military into battle. It had made her kingdom, the Summer Court fae so enamored with her as well. Soft, beautiful, until you lit her fire.
Of course, she couldn't deny the truth in his words.
Her expression turned thoughtful as she hovered in the air, more comfortable in the sky than on the ground. "While, I will concede to your point, a medic in any period ought to be protected, that doesn't mean they cannot aid in the battle as well." She responded after a moment before she suddenly realized what he had called her, her gaze jumping back to him, "Logic may dictate that I ought to be protected in some situations, it does not need I am incapable of transversing a prairie myself. And please refrain from calling me darling. My name is Caelum. If that is too much of a mouthful, feel free to shorten it."
Pet names were too personal.
And she avoided personal after Calico and her son's deaths. After Tremaine gave his life in defending her. She didn't want to think about it. She was enjoying this banter right here, right now. She didn't need to fall into memories of the past, and what had once been. So she allowed herself to be drawn into his words again, startled slightly by the slow, carnivorous smile he sent her way, the wink that accompanied it. "I have a suspicion you would be quite the dangerous opponent to brush up my skills with." She tilted her head, smiling sweetly in his direction, "So, shall we meet in the middle perhaps? You are clearly a well-trained soldier, and it is your duty to protect those within Denocte. But I am also not so frail to need an escort around this land?" She suggested.
Her mother always said, if you can't win - compromise.
And so, the conversation continued, as he spoke of Denocte, calling it fine. She did feel a little flushed again when he indirectly called her talented, but she inclined her head lightly, regally; when he spoke of acclimating just fine, "I have no doubt you well. You show great prowess already for the position you hold." She agreed, her tone more friendly at his seriousness. And then his question came, and this time her smile was dazzling, the sort lit by being given the chance to talk about something she cared so deeply for, "Yes, I do, it is on the edge of Vitreus Lake, with an outdoor seating area built over the water. The Faerie Garden Emporium." She stated with pride, the heightened emotion causing more of those flower petals to shed and flutter free with her movements, "I built it myself." She added, though not going so far as to admit her own residence was behind the main room.
His request had her glancing his way in surprise.
"You are, of course, more than welcome to stop by. It is not quite ready to be open full-time, mind, to the public, but a number of my friends, some from other Courts as well, tend to stop by. They enjoy trying the most recent teas I have developed, as well as taste-test the menu items I hope to add when it is fully ready to open." She added, "And of course, a number of medicinal pouches and teas are available to those who need them." A careful mix of healing and peace was what she'd decided to build her shop up as, and she'd never deny how delighted she was to have made it successful this part. Why, even individuals from other Courts were eager to stop by, exchange recipes, and try her tea, so it was surely a success.
"So, please, feel free to stop by any time you like. If the front door is open, I am sure to be inside the building."
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Boleyn
Notes: This thread is just killing me! I am loving it so much!
he slapped my face and he shook me like a ragdoll
don't that sound like a real man?
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