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"That happens occasionally. I'm glad you caught on." Ariadne smiled. He didn't seem like he went on many dates at all- especially if he genuinely thought their first had gone well. She loosened her grip as they made it into the hall and out of her Mother's sight. She blew out a breath and shifted slightly as they walked, trying not to show the relief eking through her at the fact that her mother hadn't pushed. "Perhaps I do. Would you object?" She drawled sarcastically, leading him to his door. "I think you would also mark than she made it sound like she intended to eat you, so I believe I am the lesser of our two evils." She huffed, releasing his arm. "Change, get clean as much as you like, and then come back out." She said simply, her tone still a bit sharp from the interaction with her Mother as she turned and made her way to her own room. It didn't bother her so much that her Mother tried- it was well known Epirians were not... all that great at loyalty to one. Nor that it's only for her interests her Mother vied for- it only upset her because occasionally, they would very well be swayed by the older womans charms. It stung, always, to be picked as second best. She pushed the thought aside and made it into her room, slipping into some soft, furry pants and a long sleeved shirt of similiar material. Both of a light blue color. She brushed her hair out and then braided it, still damp, as she made her way back to his room from across the house.
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It wasn't that he hadn't had any experience in dating but really, as of yet he'd not been interested in finding a partner. Flirting was fun yeah but he hadn't really made it into a long term..anything. He smirked slightly. "Maybe not." He teased. Still just slightly scarred from the look from her mother. He found it funny yeah but also, ..a little frightening. He put a hand out gently on the door. "Okay." He said simply, choosing not to take the brash tone to heart, he could see the rough relationship between her and her mother. That was her business. He stood there for a second as she walked away, and then entered his room. For the first time, his hair was down, already somewhat dry. It was just shy of halfway down his back, wavy. He had been quick about getting cleaned up, and was just checking to see if he had any- no- he was checking to see where exactly the bruises were when he heard her footsteps by his door. He was clothed importantly- but not a shirt.
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Ariadne smiled at his comment. "I'll keep that in mind for next time." She teased softly. She rapped her knuckles against his door before she slid into the room, more for warning than anything. She tilted her head at him and smiled at the lack of clothing, simply admiring him from afar for a few moments. "For someone who was shivering not ten minutes ago, you look perfectly warm as you are. I suppose that means you don't want to come sit by the fire in the library with me?" She teased, walking to his side and then around it to gently run his hair through her fingers. It was smooth and cool, a slightly comforting, soft texture. She decided just then that she very much liked Elves, if only for the pretty hair and muscles.
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The elf, hiwever, had bot expected her to just come in. "Wait- I don-" he dropped his head slightly as she watched him, his shirt clutched in one hand. "My looks trick you." He laughed breathlessly. "I would not mind." He listened mostly as she came closer, his ear moving strangely, her hand brushing through his hair surprised him. Turning slightly to her, a crescent-ish shaped blue bruise on his chest with a following of quite the scratch, something similar on his left forearm, a couple cuts on his cheeks. His kegs were a little banged up too but that wasn't bothering him. He watched her, she seemed to be either asmiring or judging him and he didn't have the perception to tell at the moment.
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"I noticed." Ariadne chuckled, shaking her head at his stuttering. She tilted her head as his ear flicked slightly, noting the slightly pointed tip. She wasn't one for personal boundaries, and her curiousity got the best of her- so she lifted her hand to trace the point it made, lightly circling him to come back around to his front. She brought her hand back to her side and tilting her head at the bruise on his chest. "Then by all means, come with me." She said simply, studying him as she lightly traced the area around the half circle on his chest. "I didn't realize you were stepped on." She muttered, brows furrowing as she took his wrist with her other hand, lifting it to survey. Edited at May 8, 2024 10:49 AM by Widow Valley Farms
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He curiously tipped his head, she sure was touching him a lot. He shifted his weight as she stood so close in front of him. He was about to reply when her hand ran along the hoof print, his chest sank in slightly. It stung, and ached, a small reaction on his face. "I can not remember if it was kicked or stepped on." He said easily, watching her hands. He tried to move his fingers but all he got was a cramping sensation.
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Ariadne lightly withdrew her hand at his wince of pain, shooting him an apologetic glance. "Either way, It happened." She shrugged, gently releasing his wrist and walking to the door. "Put on your shirt so we can go. I'm rather cold as well." She said simply, curling her arms around herself.
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He smiled gently at her.. what looked like concern. He wiped his face and stiffly put the long-sleeve on. He adjusted it as he walked, holding open the door for her. "You feel freezing, too." He commented, wondering if her cold hands had any effect on how much it had hurt when she touched the bruise as they walked down the hall.
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Ariadne made a slightly amused scoff. "Good to know." She said sarcastically, holding the door open for him. She led him down to the library, and to the hearth in front of an already crackling fire. She grabbed a blanket and set herself down right in front of it, opening her cold palms to absorb some warmth.
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He sat down, cross legged, further from the fire than she was. He could feel the warmth but didn't need to be that close. Leaning on a bookshelf, with his head back. He fidgeted for a moment. "No, not everyone has 'magic' in Imedal. Very few do." He answered her question, the one he had left unanswered during their date.
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