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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 1, 2017 23:06:24 GMT
Maddie felt a release of air exit his chest in a soothed manner. He was utterly relieved he didn’t fully break this human – er… well he wasn’t quite sure what he was. As he ate at the food he had been provided with the dragon fell into a sit at the other man’s legs on the couch. His body turned a bit to be able to face towards him as his arms rested carefully on his knees. He was a very precise man as everything had to be done planned and done with meticulous perfection. He perhaps would remind someone who was very OCD about things. Certain distances width apart, pictures upright and not crooked, neat, and perfect. He couldn’t help it. It was how he was raised and being a bit of a recluse didn’t help his need for perfection. Even now as he sat next to Ymir there was still space between the two of them. Touch was out of the question unless it was a needed basis such as the man passing out on his floor.
He finished the food rather quickly but the dragon didn’t look displeased with the progress. If anything had he wanted more he would have gladly done so. Despite being a kidnapper he was a gracious host and would do his best to be sure his ‘guest’ was comfortable. Unless of course they caused him a hassle then he would gladly throw them down in the cellar. He hoped his new found ‘friend’ wouldn’t cause such a problem. He enjoyed Ymir so far primarily for what it was he could do but he wouldn’t hesitate to lock him away either until he could figure out what more he wanted to do with him. Those rounds of prodding and testing were no fun and of course would be unpleasant. At least this way with one on one and away the more invading route he could take. The other man answered his question which caused him to give a quizzical expression but then a slow nod. ”Okay. Noted.” he said. He would be sure to of course keep food handy since that seemed to help the poor man. He of course would now know better than to push as hard as he had.
The next question though caught him off guard and for a moment with being so lost in his head he forgot they were in his living quarters. He blinked his blue eyes for a moment and glanced around them before nodding. ”It is. Many don’t get to see this part but I suppose your situation was a little… different.” he gave him a small sad smile. It was clear he had no ill intentions to Ymir even if perhaps he did kidnap the other human. He tended to get ahead of himself and most didn’t want to mingle with a dragon. It was easier to just take what he liked and sorted through the mess when he got back to the perch.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Nov 5, 2017 23:13:47 GMT
With the man lowering himself to the ground at Ymir’s side, he took a moment to study him. The buzzing, faint feeling was slowly dissipating as the nourishment settled in his stomach, and the sugar of the juice set to replenishing his energy; the disappearing feeling granted the mage a semblance of the ability to focus. The dragon-man was careful, astute in his movements. His brain spun trying to gauge him, trying to reconcile how his form seemed far less imposing compared to his scaly one, and yet, had simultaneously been the cause of his tired condition. The dark-haired man’s eyes momentarily disappeared in a long blink, as he concentrated. Ea. What would Ea do in this situation? Of course, he never would’ve been taken to begin with… But that couldn’t be helped then.
Ymir had felt weakness in times previous. Had been intimidated, scared. Never before, however, had been fallen into a situation like this: powerlessness. Trapped atop a mountain, with a creature far more formidable than he. The mage swallowed. Well, if Maddox wasn’t touching him excessively, nor was he going to eat him, it was a start. And he did seem… apologetic, concerned?
The best thing to do – to get along. That would have to be it, even if he had been brought here against his will. He was too weak to do much else, and he wasn’t naïve enough to think he could outrun the man. In Maddox’s current state… Well, there was also not the fear to run. For the moment, anyway.
Eyes opening, Ymir shifted to slowly draw his legs up, crossing them heavily in front of him as he settled his rear deeper into the couch cushion. Many don’t get to see this part but I suppose your situation was a little… different. Trying to dismiss the curiosity as to how exactly how many he meant, Ymir’s dark eyes lingered on Maddox’s crystalline blue ones. “Is the other part of your home big, or are you the only one living here? ”
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 8, 2017 16:46:28 GMT
His behavior probably seemed completely off to those who didn’t know him well enough to know what made the dragon tick. How meticulous he was when it came to things and how he had to have some kind of order and control. Sitting there off the side of the couch, he kept his back pressed into the side of the cushions as he knees were driven up towards his chest in case he had to quickly get to his feet. His muscles were ready though relaxed. He had to give himself quite the pat on the back for this reaction speed. Should Ymir decide to get creative and try and dart off, Maddie would be quick on his heels. He, however, hoped that the mages time here wouldn’t be spent chasing after him. IN all honesty, he just wanted to get to know the other being.
He was well aware of the other man’s movements through his blue eyes weren’t pointed at him for the time being. Instead, he spent the moment listening to Ymir’s breathing timing the steady pace of the inhales and exhales. He knew every time he moved by the exact pause that came to his breathing and the pickup of his heart to make up for the rush of blood in his body. Ymir swung his legs over to where they were now flat on the ground much like Maddie’s was. The dragon hadn’t realized that his words would probably hint at something more malicious to the other man than what he really meant it as. ”One other, yes.” he said with a nod. ”She, however, is recovering from a… accident.” his words felt a little smoother on his tongue now. He hadn’t used the human language quite as much as he had with Ymir. Most didn’t spend that much talking with him. Instead, they would talk a little and then decide to try and use his friendliness against him. This is where he stood with Ymir, half expecting him to quickly get up and jolt off. ”I had rescued her with magic.” he spoke again. Poor Lucia’s head had taken quite the beating but lucky for her time had been on both of their sides. She hadn’t yet slipped into the doorway of death and he had time to waste in being sure she recovered. Her skull was slowly mending itself but luckily she wasn’t quite awake yet. It would be painful to experience if she were.
”Tell me, Ymir…. Do you have a family?” he was so curious about this other person and even found himself turning his body only a little to better look at him. His blue eyes held questioning and a thirst for knowledge that only the mage, for the time being, could quench. ”Do you like parties?” he asked randomly again.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Nov 18, 2017 6:20:20 GMT
Escape was not the most prominent thought as Ymir had considered his powerlessness in the situation. Nor was it an exact consideration when he’d considered the idea of getting along with his kidnapper. His hands settled around his knees, holding them close to his chest as he kept his concentration on breathing, recovering, keeping his wits about him.
And yet, hearing Maddox’s response, Ymir’s brows drew. There was something unnerving about his words. His heart started to beat a little faster, fingers twisting into the fabric of his outfit – still the dark, flowing number from the party. An accident. And yet… rescuing her with magic? Did he mean he had done something? Or that something had befallen her? “I can help if she still needs more… I am quite versed with the herbal arts.” That was the easier response, rather than asking him what had befallen the woman right then.
His next question was one which might’ve caused his grip to tighten on his garment, had it not already been gripping so fiercely. Several emotions crossed his face in that instant; he was not skilled at hiding such things. None were bitter – most were sad, rather than fearful. “My mother was a Merfolk who died when I was small. My father died in the last years… I have friends that are my family now.” Who will look for me, he might’ve added had he any confidence in being able to escape and indicate to them anything about where they were. In that instant… it really sunk in exactly how isolated he was. No Ea, no Arlyn. Nobody had seen. Nobody would know…
The last question prompted him to blink as he was roused from the trappings of his thoughts. Blinking, one hand moved to brush over his cheek, scratching it absently. “Parties? Well enough… The ball was a bit much for me though.” Silence, and then he tried his own question. “Do you? Is that why you were at the ball?”
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 19, 2017 0:16:48 GMT
His words caused the dragon to tip his head as he considered him with cool blue eyes. It wouldn’t hurt for someone to take a look at the feline but at the same time, the male dragon was rather touchy about the subject. She had been through enough and any more done to her would likely reverse or stop the ancient magical process altogether. ”I will keep it in mind.” he said finally drawing his heavy domineering gaze from the other man. ”I have used a type of a magic for her that her skull should be completely mended within a day or so.” He didn’t realize how bad it would seem on his part but he didn’t care to fully elaborate on anything either. As far as he was concerned Lucia had been through enough. The place that had kept her had been dreadful. Not a person should ever have to experience such abuses of the pleasure of the flesh.
He, of course, wanted nothing like that from her other than her friendship. Sure she was rather a beauty to behold but Maddie hadn’t the slightest idea on what to do with a companion of sorts. His idea of courtship was different and involved no touching. The mere idea sent displeasure shivering and coursing through him. Of course, it wasn’t anything he had experienced either. He imagined it would be just as dull and unceremoniously as a breeding with his own species. ”Herbal arts. What is that?” he asked. He had never heard of such a thing simply because he’d never paid attention to the healers of his own species. He was sure it had something to do with healing since Ymir offered to look at Lucia but how different? Was it not magic?
Listening to the small snippet Ymir was willing to give him he shifted on his hip, his arm now resting on the cushion of the couch since the other man had shifted into a plain sitting position. Even as he had done so his posture remained uptight and proper. If there was anything he needed to learn it was how to ease up a bit. ”Must be nice.” he said. ”I have neither.” He wasn’t looking for sympathy. ”But as a dragon, we are solitary creatures and we prefer our privacy.” It explained of course why his perch was so high and utterly rendered impossible to reach if one didn’t have strong enough wings to reach. ”Most don’t even believe we even exist anymore.” his accent was steadily slipping back into his words, curling and exaggerating some of the letters in them.
The sound of Ymir’s heartbeat was hard to ignore the same as the mere smell that his skin was secreting. It was one thing he had learned about humans. When they were scared they held a certain smell and though they thought they appeared calm those trained enough to pick up on those signals knew better. His blue eyes followed the mage’s hand as it went scratched at his cheek. It was an interesting signal of being uncomfortable though not completely speaking of distress like from earlier. ”no.” he said simply. He didn’t enjoy parties nor did he like being in crowded places but they were the best to go invisible and blend to watch. Most were usually too intoxicated to worry about the monsters that may lurk among them. After a long heavy stare down from the dragon, he finally pulled his eyes away and rose to his feet. ”I only ask because there is a dinner I am forced to attend.” He looked down at the other man. ”I suppose it would be unconventional to ask you to tag along but I can promise you this…. If you go and cause no problems for me. I will let you leave.” He prompted the idea of him. ” I am partnerless. You should be enough to stop the squabbling amongst my kind for a small while.” He gave him a once over for a moment eyes moving down his body and then back up landing on his eyes. If he went with the favor of course and gave him no hassle then he would gladly free Ymir even if he wanted to keep him longer and learn about him. ”What say you?”
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Nov 22, 2017 20:57:50 GMT
Ymir’s response to his acknowledgement was a small nod. Without seeing the woman to assess her condition, there was little she could infer about her condition. Then again, if magic had indeed been used to heal her there was likely not much for him to do; herbs could do a lot, helping to tap natural energies in the body and benefits to the plants themselves, but not even the most potent ingredient was substitute for magical healing. With the specific mention of a skull injury, hearing Maddox’s words, the mage found himself needing to physically bite his tongue to keep from asking a question.
His face was composed when he sought to answer the dragon’s question. “Using plants to make potions and poultices to make people well. I normally carry bars that help with the fatigue from my magic, for example. But they can also help with burns, scrapes, and other problems…”
His eyes were drawn to the dragon as he settled his arm on the couch. Maddox’s words held a weight that caused Ymir sympathy even if he’d been drawn into this place against his will. His lips pressed together, considering, before one hand extended to actually pat the man on the arm. The gesture was hesitant at first, before his fingers slowly unfurled as petals on a flower to make the contact. “I’m sorry for that.” Not having friends, not for the solitude. That was something his race shared with the mages – a love for secrecy, for isolation. It was a form of protection in its own right.
His hand fell away as crumpled leaves on an autumn tree when Maddox rose to his full height. Ymir gazed up at him for a moment, not quite schooling the look of surprise that flitted across his face at the offer. Attendance at some party, in exchange for his freedom? It was that simple? He wanted to call the offer a deception, but he was far too optimistic to do such a thing. Pressing his hands together in his lap, his eyes dropped from Maddox briefly in consideration before he willed his gaze to meet the man’s again. “Very well. When is this party?”
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 22, 2017 21:14:43 GMT
He tensed almost immediately when the other man put his hand on his arm. Contact was probably the first rule thus been broken but it would be unfair for him to release an unruly irritation from something that Ymir wouldn’t have known. However, his jaws twitched uncontrollably as he fought the words back down his throat like fighting a wave of nausea. A touch from another always sent his brain into defense mode and it made it hard for him to comprehend that not every contact meant to harm. His icy blue eyes turned to the hand that rested on his arm and carefully he slipped it out from underneath the weight of the hand. It hadn’t been too hard of a task as he was quick to let it fall. ”Sorry for what?” he asked confused. ”Having no companions is not necessarily a bad thing. I seem to give wrong impressions anyhow.” he mentioned. He hated correcting himself because he hadn’t figured out proper etiquette on how to be around other people. Besides, he had plenty of company maybe not all willing company but he had enough. It wasn't like he was always alone despite being emotionally alone. ”Despite circumstances though I quite like your company.” there was an easy air around Ymir that he could vibe with. He supposed admitting that was probably a bad thing but again he didn’t quite understand that he was the villain in this scenario.
When he rose to his full height he kept his cool gaze on Ymir. ”In a day or two. I will provide you with the appropriate attire if you would tell me which form you would like to go as?” Male or female it didn’t bother him. His species wouldn’t hold it against him if he brought a male ‘partner’ or a female. In fact, they would just be surprised Maddox had one at all. Aside from that most were older than dirt itself and had seen plenty of things in their lifetime. Sexuality was by no means a shocker to any dragon these days. "I know you don't trust me and it's fine... but I do not mean you harm. Just so you know." He could say it if he wanted to but that wouldn't mean he would believe him. No less he felt like he had to say it again especially after his piss poor show in the perch of his house."would you like to see your quarters?" He asked tipping his head.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Nov 22, 2017 21:33:28 GMT
Ymir seemed to gleam that he didn’t like the contact much, taking it as something less than relaxing as he had intended, though he didn’t know why. Especially given the circumstances of him being brought here, and the way in which the dragon had handled him when he’d returned to his human form. Resigning himself, the mage noted it for later, something in the way a physician might note a client not liking particular contacts “It sounds lonely to not have people. Family is one thing… But there’s something to be said for people you mutually chose to surround yourself with.” ‘Mutually’ was carefully chosen, but the rest came from his chest. He felt the feelings strongly as his response came quietly; Ymir was not uite able to separate himself from the images of Ea, and Arlyn, and the mage students he held close in his heart. “Everyone can learn, wrong impressions aside.”
His hands remained folded in his lap as he offered a nod of acknowledgement. A day or two. That would be sufficient for him to regain his strength. But, as Maddox had seemed to know, it also posed a question. His hand brushed up out of reflex, almost expecting to brush hair from his face as he regarded the icy-eyed man looming over him. Alas, there was none, for his hair was shorter in this body.
This would be the one for physical capabilities, to run faster, farther… and yet he didn’t think such an opportunity would arise in a nest of his people. That left but one option. “I’ll go in my female form, if that’s alright.” He was quiet with the dragon’s next words, not quite sure what to make of them. He’d said it before, seemed regretful for the fatigue he’d caused… and yet, Ymir was still intimidated by him.
Quarters. A place to sleep. That thought drew the mage’s attention, prompting a nod that might’ve been described as enthusiastic. “That sounds good.” Shifting, dropping his feet to the floor in an attempt to rise, his body seemed to disagree. He wobbled precariously before bracing his hands on his knees, looking more like a newborn fawn than a grown man.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Nov 26, 2017 20:54:09 GMT
The emotions were changing in Ymir and he could sense it as well as see little flecks and twitches. What were those? His blue eyes moved over the opposite mans face a little fascinated, seeing them but whenever he tried to focus on it moved away. He could see the force of relaxing though the way the muscles wanted to twitch up but were forced to smooth out. He listened as Ymir spoke and for a moment just nodded. He supposed he was right, for some at least. He didn’t necessarily mind the solitary world he lived in because in truth he didn’t know much of a difference. Even a house guest that lived downstairs in the basement tended to draw on his nerves a little. ”Mutually.” he knew that word was intended for him but it didn’t fully resonate with the weight of its meaning. The fact that it meant Ymir wasn’t here on a mutual basis.
It was then of course that he made a proposal. He supposed that whisking away a date was probably the worst way to gain one for his own affair but he would take what he could get. Besides he kind of wanted to get to know Ymir on a different level even if she was utterly terrified of him. Wasn’t here fault though and he wouldn’t blame her for it, he just hoped that she didn’t force his hand. He didn’t want to harm Ymir and he would do his best in not doing so. Aside from that, he hoped she would see him in a different light when that night was through. His answer had the dragon nodding his head. ”Splendid. I will get the arrangements settled.” It didn’t really matter to him which form the mage wanted to go in because truthfully either or would suffice and entertain the family members that would be there. As long as he had some kind of creature on his arm and not show up alone he wouldn’t get the same boring conversations thrown at him. Ymir would be a buffer to get them talking about something else and of course not directly to him…. Just what he wanted.
The dragon could see the exhaustion in the mage and offered to show him to the quarters he would be inhabiting for a short while. He stood there and observed as Ymir moved to stand and swayed as he did so. Maddie moved toward and offered his hand before grabbing him gently by the arm to steady him. ”Are you okay?” he asked quietly looking concerned. ”Do you need more sustenance?” He wasn’t sure why he was having such a terrible time with balance. He remained close but nowhere near as invasive as he had been earlier.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Nov 27, 2017 21:54:55 GMT
The way the dragon held on to the word seemed to indicate that he’d paid mind to it. Nothing else gave indication that he was upset, or that he entirely understood the small slip for that matter. Perhaps that was to his benefit. To try to teach him, to take on the tone he might have with a student, Ymir didn’t know how well that might work. And, certainly though he claimed to not want to harm him, he didn’t wish to make him angry.
With his agreement to attend the strange party, the dragon seemed pleased. That was enough for the captive mage to offer a small glimpse of a smile, equally forced at is was relieved at the prospect of a concrete out. Then came his own poor attempt at standing…
Ymir exhaled breathily, shaking his head a little as he tried to will himself to steadiness. The head rush, the spiraling torrent of dark spots that had momentarily toyed with his vision, slowly seemed to fade. Rather than pulling away from the dragon man’s touch – a gesture which was less vice-like than it had been previously – he let it linger. “I think I just got up too quickly. I think I’m okay.” Again, a hand drifted up as if expecting to find longer strands of hair to brush out of his face.
A fleeting look of resolve crossed Ymir’s features, his lip drawn momentarily between his teeth. Uncurling his spine, the mage rose to his full height. Still taking advantage of the stability of the dragon’s offered grip, he bowed his head forward. Not quite in any particular direction, for he hadn’t the slightest clue just here in the dwelling his ‘quarters’ might be. “So… uhm. What is this party for exactly?”
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Dec 3, 2017 1:07:40 GMT
He stood stiff and still as he watched the younger man attempt to get his bearings. His grip on his was firm as he swayed and seemed to be breathing heavily. He needed rest… actual rest. Sure food may help him but he was sure his body was just overexerted. Arching a brow as he seemed to brush something away but nothing there, he gave a soft sound. ”Rest seems your best option.” With that he tipped his head in the direction they were going to head and start towards the quarters. Lucky for Ymir they didn’t have to go up any more steps only just two to get to the half landing. The room would be like any other room complete with a bed, dresser, and nightstand. It was the bare essentials but it was enough to sustain a guest for a temporary amount of time. Aside from that if Ymir ever did get the strength again he doubted he would get far as most places he could escape from were straight drops down.
Just outside the room, he would be staying in, he paused as he thought of how to answer his question. It wouldn’t be anything a human could understand but he supposed the best way to describe such an event he should simply explain it as a gathering. ”Family reunion.” he said though it wasn’t entirely just that. The family was gathering together but it was a celebration of life also. Their family was succeeding. Many and many generations of their kin having survived. His family took that as accomplishments as their species were dwindling. It wasn’t often he seen his own kind but even when he did -- they annoyed the ever-loving crap out of him.
”I will have all that you need…..” with that he opened the door. ”Can you manage or shall I further assist you?” he asked. If he needs further assistance he would ensure he got to the bed before moving to get lightning on in the room… if he could manage then he would let him go and leave him be to get settled.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Dec 3, 2017 1:27:45 GMT
His steps shuffled alongside the Dragon’s, never quite lifting his feet fully off of the floor for the fear of stumbling in his tired state. The dragon was unwavering – spine stiff as a rod – as he moved alongside him. “Yeah.” The acknowledgement came a little more breathily than the mage meant for it to, for both the exhaustion he felt and the concentration in maintaining his pace.
When they finally reached the room, he turned his face slightly. Eyes lingering on the door, trying to anticipate what the space might look like, he listened to the dragon’s explanation. A family reunion? Well that was… different. It was good, at the least, that this one had such family if he didn’t have friends. Then again, something of a pit settled in his stomach. What would they be like if Maddox had whisked him off to this distant keep? Was he an outcast, or were the rest the same? Swallowing his words, Ymir nodded. “Understood… I think I can manage.” The mage reached, shifting away from Maddox, his fingers closed around the doorframe. As he shuffled forward, his weight gradually leaned such that he was pressed heavily on the wall. Turning, with a lingering look, he looked a little uncertain. “Goodnight?” Was that what one was to say to their captor. A little unsure, his face reddening for it, he quickly brought the door closed.
To not sink to the floor took a herculean effort. He practically tossed himself onto the bed. Laying like that for several minutes, shifting in discomfort, he only briefly hesitated before shimmying himself out of the uncomfortable clothing from the party. Kicking the heap off and tossing it aside, he grabbed the blanket on one side and easily twisted himself up within. Despite the stress of the situation, sleep found him quickly.
Hours later, when Ymir awoke and stretched out, her hair had lengthened, her fingers thinned. It was as if her form had reset, reflexing backward to the state which had been more comfortable for sleep. Feeling a cold tickle of air as her toes peeked out from the warm folds of blanket, she pulled the porcelain foot back beneath the cover. Tugging the blanket over her head, she curled up… and it was then that her eyes snapped open, recognizing beyond the comfort of the bed that she was still in… the mountainous place.
Staring at the wall for what felt like a long time, it was a while before she finally shifted and sat up. She didn't well expect to find any clothes in the dresser. Not having brought anything (for she hadn't even known she was coming), and not wanting to put on the clothing from the night before... Her nose scrunched slightly as she looked toward the door. If she asked, maybe the dragon had something. Doing her best to gather the blanket around her, the fabric drug the floor as she lowered her feet onto the cool stone. In a fashion much more stable than her entry, she toed her way for the door. Worrying her lip a little, it was after a moment of hesitation that she finally reached for the knob, twisting the door open.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Dec 7, 2017 23:13:44 GMT
He had worked tiredlessly in picking out a dress and decided that he would go with one that matched his dragon. Not that it really mattered since his dragon would not be seen but the others would pick up on the color almost immediately. His shade of purple nearly black but in the perfect light, the glossy sheen could be seen. He was the only one of his family with this color which was odd as most were light colored the darkest one closest to him was a deep golden earthy brown. He supposed he was the literal ‘black sheep’ of his family. None seemed to carry the same mannerisms as he did nor thought the way he did. It didn’t bother him though as he liked who he was even if he wanted to understand things a little better.
Sitting in his seat, he stared at the brown box that sat on the table. His chin upon his hand as he leaned his elbows on his knees. He was waiting for Ymir to get up but he was growing bored. He shifted and then tapped his fingers on his chin looking towards the stairwell to the hall he had left the mage. She sure was a late riser, wasn’t she? He had been up most of the night and even as the morning sun rose, he was up with it. Restless he shifted around again before forcing himself into a stand. Was he presenting this the wrong way? Maybe he should go ‘gift’ it to her instead of her just finding it like a prisoners suit.
Hands shove themselves in his pockets and he started to pace the floor tossing another glance back at the stairs and then the package again. Why was he so worried about presentation right now? He never cared about it before. The dress was lovely and she would be a food to not appreciate it. Lifting a hand he rubbed the back of his neck now still pacing back and forth. Finally, with slight irritation, he stopped in front of the box before ripping it up off of the table and stomped up the stairs. Why was he waiting? He couldn’t stand how impatient he was feeling. He knew other people were not nearly anything like him so why was he so impatient with her?
Heading down the short hall, her door was now in his view and he suddenly felt nervous. His heart thudded in his chest. Why did he suddenly care? He focused on the door not even moving to knock or touch the knob, he just stood there. He bit his lips a little nervously and as he shifted the box in his arms about to remove one hand to knock on the door it was pulled open. The sudden realization the door was opening without his doing startled him. Head snapping up as Icy eyes trained themselves now on the woman who stood half covered. ”O-oh!” he adverted his eyes. ”I-I’m… I’m--..” it was then he shoved the box in her direction keeping his eyes completely avoidant of her. He was stammering and couldn’t formulate words. It wasn’t like he could see anything and it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen a woman naked before however, it was a situation he was not ready for and of course he never knew how to handle such a situation.
Heat came to his cheeks and crawled up his neck as the embarrassment of his reaction was getting to him. She was probably more embarrassed than he was. ”S-sorry. “ He was flustered and turned his body from her now. ”I -- Understand you are lacking clothing for your body.” So flustered his words were starting to revert to a bit of a broken sentence way of speaking again. ”My offering would is that of a shirt and maybe a pair of pants I own.” he swallowed, stole a glance her way before turning bright red again and looking elsewhere. ”Dress for the party.” he said in a rushed way and quickly headed down the hall and back down the small staircase in retreat.
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Post by Ymir Bishop on Dec 10, 2017 7:40:18 GMT
She froze when the door opened, revealing a lingering hand and her captor staring awestruck. Despite the thorough coverage of the blanket, she sought to make doubly certain her body was obstructed from view, fidgeting nervously. Against her will, Ymir could feel the red of embarrassment rising in her neck. Before she could've considered stammering words, a difficult task for her sheer shock, he seemed to find his own, broken as they were as he turned away. It was as he stammered that her grip twisted, tightening on the fabric as her eyes dropped for the floor. The acknowledgement of clothes caused her eyes to rise, not meeting his own as the chocolate colored orbs lingered on the package in his hands. Dress for the party? Clothing? She was happy right then to take any offering. Seizing the box from the empty air between them, very nearly dropping it in her haste, she clutched it tight to her body. "T-thank you." He didn't linger as she accepted, setting off even as she retreated back to the confines of the room.
Retrospectively, the entire interaction had been quite the contrast to his actions in seeking to force her to shift forms. She tried to block any lingering thought to it out as she dropped the box on the bed before her.
With one hand clutching the blanket as if he might burst in at any moment, or as if wayward eyes lingered elsewhere in the space, she used her free one to remove the lid. At the top of the container was the soft linen of pants, and a shirt. Plucking those free, the mage released the blanket finally in favor of pulling the shirt over her head. Only when the fabric – big in her present body, but sufficiently modest – was securely around her form did her eyes finally linger on the dark fabric of the gown. Slowly, she settled the pants back on the bed.
Blinking, surprised, her delicate fingers outstretched to touch the material. It was an example of finery, certainly never something she’d come across in her years. Even the nice robes Ea or Arlyn donned paled in comparison. Her teeth found her lip as she absently considered just what such a party might be like requiring such finery. A family gathering, he’d said. But, certainly not something casual. If it bought her freedom, so be it, and yet, she also knew in that moment that she’d likely be as isolated as she was atop the mountain at such a party.
Not hesitating further, she tugged the pants on. They were tight against her bum, also requiring cuffing at the leg, but the mage made due. Making a poor attempt at running her fingers through her hair to clear the tangles sustained in her sleep, and not having a brush to do any better, she finally slipped on the flat shoes from the ball. The ball… Only the night before. It felt as if it’d been a year.
When she finally ventured out, this time her second attempt, she was fortunately much better dressed, and much clearer headed than the night before. Moving slowly, a hand drawing across the stone wall, she set off down the corridor toward the staircase in search of the dragon. “Maddox?” Ymir's question echoed, not a call but certainly not a whisper, as she paused, listening. Where was he?
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Spy/handy man
Heterosexual.
Single.
Dragon
Authored by Negan.
Offline.
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Post by Maddox Sallos on Dec 16, 2017 4:23:57 GMT
He had whisked away flustered and did his best to put as much distance between him and the hardly clothed woman. Once back on the ground floor and he started his pacing again. It was brisk as he shuffled back and forth but over time it steadily slowed and became more controlled. His hands moved behind his back as he now moved a bit slower. It took quite a while but his heart had finally slowed and his skin even lost the heat that had crept up rather quickly upon seeing Ymir. He didn’t do well with the pressure of uncomfortable settings.
Eyes shifted upwards now as he heard the soft padding of Ymir’s feet on the flooring and then a soft question. He was tempted to not answer and just let her venture further out but also a small reminder came to mind. When she had wandered through the house the first time to the room she had been a little disoriented and weak. It had been a state he had forced upon her which he entirely still felt bad about. ”in here.” he replied. His voice was hollow and void of emotion. Stopping his movements he waited for her to approach the top of the stairs and when she did appear he gave a small nod in her direction. He could feel the heat rising again. Quickly he drew his eyes away forcing his body to turn a different direction and distractedly look elsewhere. ”Did you look at the dress?” he asked though his voice was a little smoother this time and not as automated. ”I hope it is to your liking.” despite circumstances. ”and not too uncomfortable.”
It would be uncomfortable enough for her to be in a room full of dragons let alone having to parade around in a dress that she could barely breathe in. Taking another glance in her direction now able to hold his composure he was glad the clothing didn’t hang off of her too badly. ”Do you feel better this morning?” he asked softly this time more concern to his tone than he intended but he was concerned for her well being even if primarily it was for selfish reasons for now.
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