 10:42:19 Wan | Wolf | Silver 10:41:13 DD One of tosks accounts ;)
-HEE Click- |
10:39:53 Wan | Wolf | Silver 10:39:53 DD| Silver, this person and all their sidesÂ… hold onÂ… |
10:39:24 DD| No problem! IÂ’d do the same thing xD, I should probably clarify |
10:38:16 Wan | Wolf | Silver| Who is the real Tosk actually o.o |
10:37:49 Wan | Wolf | Silver DD
ooh gotcha! sorry about that! ^^ |
10:37:38 DD| Silver, no problem ! Just didnÂ’t want you to get mixed up with real tosk in the future : D |
10:36:52 DD| Silver, yup! Tosk-Crumb is the chat joke :P |
10:36:27 Wan | Wolf | Silver| And whoops I missed your first message where you said that >< |
10:35:51 Wan | Wolf | Silver Oh whoops sorry! I don't think I was on that time ><
DD then? |
10:35:24 DD| (And like I said before Im not tosk lol, it was from a day in chat :) ) |
10:34:48 Wan | Wolf | Silver 10:33:34 DD| Silver, an Xcode med may be your best bet if you can grab one, covers both :) |
10:32:30 Wan | Wolf | Silver Tosk
I think that's it then cause it's still not showing up :/
Also, do you think a XC med would work or is a glass better? |
10:31:10 DD| Silver, if it doesnÂ’t it may be a bug as IÂ’ve matched deceased horses :P |
10:30:09 Hummer| I had a big dinner but I am still hungry for some reason... |
10:29:52 Wan | Wolf | Silver Tosk
Cool! I'll check again then - maybe I just missed it. |
10:29:26 DD| And IÂ’m not tosk by the way lol, itÂ’s from a day in chat :D |
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Sage had rolled his eyes at her comment about glitter, shaking his head slightly in amusement. The stuff was just nasty... You never could clean it up all the way. Sure, it looked cool sometimes, but it just wasn't worth it. He hummed softly with a shrug when she mentioned him being efficient. "Well, I can't have a half deaf person realize what's going on and raise an alarm or something, now can I," he noted with a shrug. "A strainer might work, if only to whack someone over the head with," he chuckled softly, amused by her slight tease. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to keep you wanting then," he chirped when she brought his throat up, soon enough lapsing into a comfortable silence as she worked on his hair, just resting there comfortably, happy to let her do what she could to make it more comfortable or whatever. |
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Jora carefully ran the scissors through the ends of Sage's waist-long hair, her focus intent on the task at hand. She could tell he was just letting her do whatever, not that he minded much—he seemed to trust her with it, which was... interesting. She was careful not to tug too hard on the strands as she trimmed away the occasional split end. "You know, you might be right," she muttered, more to herself than to him. "Glitter's just a trap. Get one speck of it on you, and next thing you know, you're sparkling for weeks." She clipped the hair neatly, eyes flicking up briefly to meet his, her hands steady. "But you’d make a good model for it. You’ve got the *‘I’m effortlessly cool but still a little dangerous’* thing going on, you know?" His little chuckle made her smile, the sound of it grounding her in the moment. "A strainer, huh?" she continued, teasing him lightly, even as she made another small snip. "Wouldn't that be more useful on your head? Keep the thoughts from falling out." She grinned, her voice softening. "Though, you'd probably just find a way to use it for something ridiculous, like, I don't know... cooking." She paused for a moment, her gaze flickering over the length of his hair. It was a lot to work with, but it wasn’t the first time she'd cut it. She liked how it felt between her fingers—rich, thick, like something you could get lost in if you weren’t careful. "You know, I’m kind of surprised you haven’t just let it go wild by now. It's practically its own personality," she mused aloud, working quickly to even out the edges. His easy silence was comforting, and it made her feel like she could just focus on the little things, like the sound of the scissors snipping and the steady rhythm of their breaths in the quiet space. When she was done, she'd make sure it looked even better—something about doing small, delicate tasks like this helped her clear her head, in a way. |
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Sage had enjoyed their conversation....he always liked the playful banter they got up to. It was so....effortless. relaxing, in a way. It was odd, but he didn't put too much thought into it, really. He didn't quite want to. It was just nice to mess around here and there, he supposed. "Well, I had to be at least a little bit cool and dangerous for you to so effortlessly fall in love with me," he joked lightly. He did still often wonder why she chose him, but he tried not to think about that too much either...he'd just drive himself nuts over it all. He sort of just relaxed as she cut his hair ...he could dimly hear the scissors, and the way she moved about around him, working away at the strands was comforting. Though, at her comment he couldn't help but chuckle. "If I did that I'd never see anything again," he mused lightly, trying to to move his head too much. "I took a dagger to it here and there but I never really cared much about it. Had bigger things to worry about," he admitted lightly. |
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Jora paused her movements for a second at his words, letting the quiet fall over them before she spoke. Her fingers slid through his hair with a practiced ease as she considered his response, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I wouldn't call it 'falling in love,' exactly," she teased lightly, though there was a warmth in her tone that made it clear she didn’t mind the playful comment. "But I think I’m just a sucker for bad decisions, if we're being honest." She chuckled softly, the sound gentle but edged with a hint of affection. She kept her focus on his hair, snipping carefully, her movements slow and deliberate, as if giving him the time to talk or just relax, whichever he preferred. "Taking a dagger to it, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at that, her fingers gently tugging at a few strands to assess the damage. "That sounds... a bit reckless," she mused, half-smiling at the thought. "Though, I guess you wouldn't be you if you weren’t a little reckless." She carefully trimmed a lock of hair, her eyes flicking down to the subtle scars that ran along his neck and shoulders—traces of a past neither of them often talked about. "You've never been one for appearances, have you?" she added, her voice soft but knowing, like she could see through his casual dismissiveness. It was a little thing she admired about him, that sense of practicality, even if it meant he wore some of his past a little too plainly. |
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Sage couldn't help but chuckle in response to her comments, a smile flickering across his face though he knew she couldn't really see it. "Well, I make enough bad decisions for the both of us, so I guess you'll get your fair share," he joked lightly. Really, he made a lot of good decisions. Important ones. But he still couldn't help but feel like he often made a lot of bad ones. Most of which involved his temper. At her comment about being reckless, he hummed softly and shrugged, since she wasn't cutting the hair at the moment. "Well, I didn't exactly have a personal haircutter," he pointed out lightly. "And I was busy," he added with a chuckle. "I never had time to worry about that," he noted simply. And he really never had. He'd gone from orphanage runt to slave to water boy on a pirate ship to a soldier on a pirate ship to a captain, which may sound nice but really it was the most work of all. "Appearances never were very important, in the long run." Then he hummed softly. "Besides, I've accepted my past. The scars remind me of things... important things. I'd like to think they make me a better person." He wasn't sure if they did....but they'd taught him a lot. Patience. How to wait, and strike if need be. But he also knew the gentleness he had was because he knew that other side. The dangerous side. And could choose which one to be. |
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Jora’s fingers paused in their steady rhythm, carefully trimming the ends of his hair as she listened to his words. There was a softness to his voice, a truth that hovered just beneath the surface of his teasing. She could sense it, even if he didn't want to admit it outright. "I get it. Not everyone has the luxury of worrying about how they look when they're fighting just to survive." Her hands worked more carefully, more thoughtfully now. She could feel the weight of his past in his words, the scars he mentioned, and somehow it made her gentler with each cut. "I think those scars do make you who you are, Sage," she said, voice softer. "But I don’t think they’re the only thing that defines you. You're more than just the things you've survived. And I can see the person you are now. You’re not the same as you were." There was a quiet pause, as if she was carefully weighing her next words. "I think... we both have parts of us we hide. Maybe we’re afraid to look too closely, or maybe we just think we don't deserve to. But you’ve got a good heart, Sage. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way." She finished the last trim, and then gently brushed his hair down, fingers grazing his neck. "Besides," she added with a teasing note, "who says you can't be dangerous *and* kind? Those kinds of people tend to make the best captains." |
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Sage chuckled softly when she spoke up again, a grin crossing his face. "Though I must say, you somehow look fabulous even when you're fighting for your life," he mused, knowing she couldn't see his face, but he was serious about that one. He had to admit there was something sexy about a wild woman. Maybe it was just because he knew she could do anything he could....they were partners. Or maybe he was just in over his head. Or maybe a combination of each. He didn't really care. He hummed softly when she said the scars weren't the only thing that defined him. "I'm working on figuring the rest of me out," he agreed softly, hoping he would be able to do just that now that he had time. He could worry about himself a little bit. He shifted to peer up at her when she finished his hair, giving her a grin. "Well I'm not a captain anymore," he mused lightly. "Unless you decide were gonna be co-captains of this island string we're taking over," he added after a moment of thought, just blinking up at her happily. |
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Jora narrowed her eyes slightly at Sage’s words, but she couldn’t suppress a small grin of her own. She wasn’t about to admit it, but there was something oddly reassuring about his comment. He always had a way of throwing her off balance—either with his humor or his casual confidence. "Fighting for my life, huh?" she muttered, half to herself. "If I’m fabulous now, I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind the next time I’m dodging death." She rolled her shoulders, feeling the weight of the battle already starting to fade. Funny how something like a near-death experience could get you thinking about the future. It was hard to imagine anything that didn't involve constant risk, but maybe... maybe things didn’t have to be all chaos all the time. "You’re not the only one who’s still figuring things out," she admitted quietly. There was a lot she hadn’t quite processed yet, a lot still tucked away behind the walls she kept up. When he shifted and grinned at her, the mention of co-captains made her laugh—a sharp, almost disbelieving sound. "Co-captains, huh?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow as she looked down at him. "I’ll think about it, Sage. You know, it might be a little dangerous giving me that kind of power." The hint of teasing lingered in her voice, but there was something else there, too. The possibility of it… of working together in a way that wasn’t just about surviving, but *building*. It made her chest tighten in a way she hadn’t expected. She didn’t want to think too hard about it. Not yet. "We’ll see," she said, tone softening slightly as she reached down to adjust the collar of his jacket. "We’ll see." |
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Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment, grinning up at her. "I'm sure you'll still be a sexy as ever," he chirped lightly, sliding a wink in there for a sort of cheesy romantic affect, just playing around. He nodded when she mentioned she was figuring things out too, humming softly in thought before shrugging. "We'll figure it all out together," he noted simply. They'd support each other, give each other room to work on themselves. But they'd work on each other too, on their relationship. Building up what they'd started here. Of course, when she mentioned giving her that kind of power he chuckled softly. "Oh please, you already have plenty of power," he mused. She could tell him to pretty much anything, and he'd jump to do it for her. It scared him a bit....she could wind up to be a horrible person. Hit him, yell, all those things. Use him, like others had. And he'd still come crawling back to her, just in hopes of one nice comment. One kiss. A good job. But he knew she wouldn't do that to him. So while the back of his mind was still nervous, he knew it would all work out ok. |
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Jora smiled, rolling her eyes playfully at Sage's wink. It was typical of him to throw in a little cheesy flirtation, but she couldn't help the warmth that spread through her chest at the thought. She could already picture herself blushing, even though she tried to keep her composure. “You're ridiculous," she teased, shaking her head, but there was affection in her tone. When he said they’d figure things out together, her heart softened. The simplicity of it, the honesty, made her feel a little lighter. She’d always been a little wary of getting too close, of letting anyone in, but with Sage... it felt right. He was patient, steady, and somehow always knew how to make her feel safe. We’ll figure it out, he said. It wasn’t a promise of perfection, but something more real. They could stumble through things, grow together, and that thought soothed the edges of her anxiety. His comment about her power made her laugh, a deep, genuine laugh that bubbled up from her chest. She knew he was right in a way. She could tell him to do anything, and he’d probably follow through without a second thought. It scared her, in a way—he trusted her so much, even though she hadn’t exactly given him reason to. She knew how much control she had over him, how easily she could hurt him if she wasn’t careful. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. The thought of it made her stomach churn. "Just don’t make me regret it," she muttered softly, the weight of her own words sinking in. There was something in her voice that told Sage she didn’t just mean it as a joke. She knew how much power she held in their relationship, but she also knew how much it scared her, too. She wasn’t like others. She would never hurt him. Not unless she really had to. |
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