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| Patrick | Jul 8 2009, 06:22 PM |
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The moment he saw the dagger he held up both hands in innocence; a causal smile also cropping up on his face. She didn’t seem able to believe that he was here, in the flesh. Well he could hardly believe it himself, not really being the type to enjoy a large crowd that a party like this would invite. The main reason he really came was for the free food and alcohol, which was enough to make putting up with crowds worth it. The fact that he ran into Fin at this event he almost didn’t attend just happened to be a coincidence; and a very lucky one at that. He took the fact that she lowered her dagger as a good sign and made himself comfortable while keeping an eye on her. As much as she might not want to admit to the tears, it had been hard to miss them. She certainly was the type of girl to cry without a damn good reason, and he couldn’t help but wonder what could have made her resort to tears on an evening such as this. It was a party after all, and they were supposed to be joyous occasions, or so he had heard. He watched as she wiped her face clean before taking back the cloth and returning it to his pocket where it belonged. He couldn’t help but smile when as she pulled the necklace and ring combo away from him, almost relieved to have returned it to its rightful owner. Carrying the ring around his neck had been like wearing a constant reminder of Fin; everything from just meeting her to her subsequent arrest. There were times when he would glance at the necklace and smile as thoughts of her eyes, and her cheek, arose in his memory, but overall he was reminded of how the objected needed to be returned. It wasn’t his even to borrow, and he only once even attempted to try it on when he had first received it, and ended up having to take care of it for awhile. He hadn’t minded giving the ring a safe home for the past year, but he was glad that it was back where it belonged. And he wasn’t the only one; Patrick had never seen the kitsune look even half as happy as she did when she finally placed the silver band back on her finger, only after inspecting it to make sure no harm had befallen the object during the past year. She swung the chain back around his neck and he wanted to stop her, knowing that he didn’t really need a plain silver chain anymore, but before he had the chance to say anything he felt himself pulled towards her. The kiss caught him entirely off guard, though he quickly tried to the emotion with a slow smile. He wasn’t sure if she could see the slow burn on his cheeks, but he was thankful that the sun had already set; the darkness would help to hide the flush that crept up the back of his neck. Maybe he would have to steal things from her more often, if this was how she reacted upon their return. Then again, the idea of him trying to pick the pocket of a renowned thief quickly changed his mind. When she mentioned the name of his ship he found himself shrugging. He turned his head and looked out to sea, the wide open waves curling away before them. “Uh, no, actually. The captain has no idea what I’m up to these days.” He tried to smile, but it came out more sour than he meant it to. Even though it was his choice to stay behind, the decision had still been a difficult one to make. It was hard being a pirate when your ship travelled without you for a full year. “I haven’t set foot on a ship since, well, since we met. It just didn’t feel right, leaving for who knows how long when I had something that belonged to someone else.” He shrugged his shoulders again, trying to make light of all that he had given up. Of course he missed the smell of the salty air and the feel of force of the waves moving beneath his feet, but he also didn’t want her to get the idea that it was in any way her fault. Yes it was partially because he wanted to return her ring that he had stayed behind, but he didn’t blame her one bit. In the end, the choice had been entirely his. He tore his gaze away from the ocean at her compliment, a genuine crooked smile returning. “Thanks. You know you don’t look so bad yourself…for a thief.” He meant it too. And with that comment he swiped the wine that she had taken from inside and took a drink straight from the bottle, setting it back down on the path and attempting to look innocent. She had changed into more formal clothing and even altered them to make them her own. At least she wasn’t dressed up in so many layers of fabric and frills so it looked impossible to breathe let alone walk around or dance. This was a dance after all, wasn’t it? “So I guess now comes the part where I ask you to dance…though I warn you; I don’t really know how to dance.” He had leaned slightly closer as if he was revealing a secret, but at the same smirking at the fact that had not only invited her to dance, but also admitted to not being much of a dancer in the same breath. But what else had everyone shown up to the citadel for? |
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