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| Fin | Jul 21 2009, 06:10 PM |
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Princess of Thieves
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Fin's eyes had not been blind to the light blush that had tinted his features. It made her smile softly, but at his words in response to her question made her frown, her fangs dipping bellow her bottom lip. He had deprived himself of salty air and sea spray for a whole year, simply because she had entrusted him with her prized ring? She looked at it, resting on her finger with its message unreadable but comforting as it pressed against the skin, at home on her finger where it had not been for a whole year. In order to return it, he had left his true home for a year? Staying on land with no real reason except to wait for someone who might never have come. Of course with her reputation one would definitely expect her to escape from justice. Of course it had taken her a year, but it takes time to consider all options and gather information, especially in a well guarded and very high security prison. Had she known he was waiting she might not have taken her time in making her grand and by now well publicized escape. “You could have left, I would have found you anyway. I mean, I left for 'who knows how long' and we still met up.” Her black, vulpine ears and laid back. For a pirate, this young man certainly had an abundance of gentlemanly qualities. Her frown turned to a small smile though, “Luck had our best interests in mind... Though now you have me almost feeling bad.” She nudged him gently with her elbow, playful, “Almost.” The compliment took her off guard though, her weak smile transforming to a small look of shy disbelief. She just shook her head no. Her tail swayed behind herself through as a black clawed hand wrapped around the bottle and tipped it to her lips, drinking thirstily from the deep burgundy wine within. Some dripped from the corner of her mouth, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand as she set it down. Her leg twinged, but she ignored it, glancing over at Patrick, “Either you lie, or you have horrible taste in girls.” her golden eyes glowed in the dimness as they fixed on him, and then turned out to the roaring sea, “Regardless, thanks.” She laughed softly at when he said next, a clever offering for a dance and an added warning at his inexperience. Their hands brushed as she set her palm back to the glass bride and she withdrew it a moment before just resting it there. The slight touch was like a sign, an invitation for the additional contact that would be required for the dancing he had suggested. She laughed, a soft, warm, pleasant sound. She had missed laughing, and had not done so much over it before this night and this chance meeting. She glanced down at her bandaged leg and said, “With this leg I'll probably be a less than impressive partner myself, but yes...” She stood, pausing to push her surprisingly dainty feet into the slippers that had rested beside her before, “I'd love to dance with you.” Childhood dreams and exclusions forgotten she waited to enter the Citadel with Patrick at her side, a prince and princess, each in their own unique right. |
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