It's good to be out of the house that's been haunted for too long. She has spent so very little time out of the city since she woke up, wrapping the very toxicity and danger of a city built of steel and iron around herself. The poison of it helps suppress the least human parts of herself which have already come to bear with this hunt in more than one way. Walking through the farmland brings out something else until she's almost able to predict the appearance of the empty field.
His eyes are remarkable when he actually takes the shades off. Expressive, which could very easily explain the other part of why he kept them hidden. It would be difficult to keep the stone look up between his eyes and his surprisingly mobile mouth. Of course, his smile just added to the mystique. And he called her beautiful.
Silver knives in sheathes make their own little pile as he strips his weapons and armor. The softer gleam of old world silver is barely visible between the leather wrapped handles and sheaths, but part of her wondered if there wasn't another reason he wore those leather gloves between all his silver weapons. Besides, she had no plans to have him find one of her knives while his mind should be on other things.
M- steps closer to him, realizing this is the first time she's seen Blade anything other than armed to the teeth. There's a kind of vulnerability to that, without making him any less dangerous. Which was good, because they both knew she was never actually unarmed as long as she was awake. He had just seen a demonstration for himself. Neither was looking to become something. Just to let enough of their guard down to be touched by someone else. So she peels her gloves off, letting them fall with the knives as she reaches for him.
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It was one of the better uses of netflicks I've ever had.
Date: 2012-08-27 06:13 pm (UTC)His eyes are remarkable when he actually takes the shades off. Expressive, which could very easily explain the other part of why he kept them hidden. It would be difficult to keep the stone look up between his eyes and his surprisingly mobile mouth. Of course, his smile just added to the mystique. And he called her beautiful.
Silver knives in sheathes make their own little pile as he strips his weapons and armor. The softer gleam of old world silver is barely visible between the leather wrapped handles and sheaths, but part of her wondered if there wasn't another reason he wore those leather gloves between all his silver weapons. Besides, she had no plans to have him find one of her knives while his mind should be on other things.
M- steps closer to him, realizing this is the first time she's seen Blade anything other than armed to the teeth. There's a kind of vulnerability to that, without making him any less dangerous. Which was good, because they both knew she was never actually unarmed as long as she was awake. He had just seen a demonstration for himself. Neither was looking to become something. Just to let enough of their guard down to be touched by someone else. So she peels her gloves off, letting them fall with the knives as she reaches for him.