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Post by Arioch on Mar 23, 2019 18:25:57 GMT
He enjoyed that a little more than he should have probably, he let her do her own share of the climbing but with her hand held firm he would not hesitate to keep the pull upwards steady and ready to ease up the ascent a little bit, slowly follwing the newer heights until they both were side to side. Arioch knew not of the extra manouvers that wearing a skirt required, thus, had not even considered the possibility that flashing someone below was a factor. Now that he was up there side to side with her, he realised that it was a thing; but they were high enough that it wasn't an issue; he figured the only person that could manage to sneak a peek would be someone standing much farther away. It only crossed his mind after seeing her adjust the skirt.
"It is" he said then, though he wasn't looking at the view below them but at her when he spoke. Admiring the way her hair seemed to move as if it was a breeze of it's own. "Though I doubt it compares to flying" added with sincerity. He rested both of his hands against the pillar below them and then looked up front, making himself comfortable.
"Vhen I think about that I realise there are some things I vant to know"
Admitted, before turning back to her again. It was a strange thing to remember the way her hand felt in his so vividly, and to have it so presently in his head right now like a strange desire, that seemed to run paralel with most of his thoughts.
"Have you ever felt that kind of hunger? A little bit of curiosity mixed vith certainty vhen you're set upon it, really"
And then, his gaze fell back on the people below and on the trees every second inching closer to the moment where they would bloom in fire. He had quite a few expectations about that, so many things about Waterdeep were so strange, yet incredible in their own right.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 23, 2019 18:38:41 GMT
Thea had been watching the crowds, happily. For a moment she thought she saw a familiar head of red hair next to one of pale gold, but – the crowds shifted too quickly, and they were lost. It was fascinating to watch the crowds below, to imagine all those people enjoying the fireblossom festival, united as one in their excitement for the soon-to-ignite trees. Thea wondered how they all felt about it, this strange uniquely Waterdhavian magic festival.
There were some things Arioch wanted to know? Thea turned to look at him, slightly, smiling. “What it feels like to fly?” She asked, eyes meeting his.
His question was – he was talking about flying, wasn’t he? Thea couldn’t help but – her cheeks flushed blue, and she broke the eye contact, looking down at the pillar beneath them and the ground below.
“Of course,” Thea said, softly, turning back and lifting her gaze to look out at the crowd again. She didn’t know if Arioch was looking at her anymore; she thought maybe he wasn’t, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look at him, even from the corner of her eyes. She tried desperately to find something to say, something beyond the obvious; she felt embarrassed about the direction her thoughts had taken, genuinely unsure if he’d meant it that way or not.
“Magic can feel like that,” Thea admitted. “Storms,” she couldn’t look at him – she truly couldn’t bring herself to do it. She would never have imagined confessing this but she truly couldn’t think of anything else to say. “They – take me that way sometimes,” she shivered a little. “I get… wrapped up in them, in the clouds and the winds.”
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Post by Arioch on Mar 23, 2019 19:28:49 GMT
Her first assumption about the question made him smile, it had been, among other things spot on.
"Yes" He said with a small nod. "Vhat it feels to fly, among other things" he confessed to it straight. The way she turned back to break eye contact was... oddly enjoyable to him. Fun up to a certain extent. Cute, almost. Made him smile a little a bit, both on the inside and on the outside for he was shameless in that aspect. And the blushing, that soft blue coloring on her cheeks turning deeper was on point with those kind of thoughts and the subject in itself.
And then she said that storms made her that way too, and he felt like he had to review, in his mind, twice that sentence to make sure he had heard things right. Storms made her that way? That was... Intereting. For him storms were thrilling, empowering even. He felt something quite daring about facing the elements. Something satisfying about having shelter. Something both intimidating and amazing about lightning. But he couldn't say that they awakened that kind of curiosity within him.
"It makes sense" He said then "Seeing how you are a bit like a storm yourself, being able to cast down lightning, fly, summon the vind..." He began to say remembering every little thing he had seen her do.
"I'm much simpler" Arioch admitted rather humbly with a small shrug and the briefest of chuckles, and his gaze went back at the gathering crowd. And he was. He couldn't do any of the amazing things she could do, any of the storm orbs that were so marvelous to behold. The flowers just about to bloom. Would they really be on fire, he wondered. He turned back to her as the general hype of the crowd was starting to match the approaching moment, flowers lighting up the night. "Being a storm yourself you can ansver one of those for me." He proposed.
And then he thought about a question for a second, and looked back at her with purpose in his gaze, a question already set in his mind.
"I vant to know..."
He began to say and then he leaned forward towards her again, this time from her side. It was a slow thing, a shared secret, some intimacy as his body now brushed against her; his head touching against her and that breezing hair she had, his lips finally touched against her lips. His voice now a whisper, warm and slow, but relentless in his leisure, his words falling one by one like hot wax against her skin.
"Just how blue you can get..."
That hand that had been closest to her reached out to Thea, moving forward until the tip of his fingers touched against her chin and moved alongside the jaw, the rest of his fingers leaving the warm, invisible traces of their passage just across her neck. He turned his face slowly to the side, his lips barely touching against her cheeck, just as his nose almost brushed up against her. All the way until they were face to face quite close to one another; that hand on her face bringing her to look at him that close.
And slowly he leaned forward to her to close up that distance between them; that hand underneath her chin retreating back towards where he was coming from. An inviting caress to close up just that non existance distance between them as his lips would touch down on hers, closing his eyes on the kiss that would answer just another one of those questions: What would kissing her feel like. He wouldn't remain there for long, just after the first chaste kiss only with his lips, with that same enjoyment he had before he would open them up only barely, seek out her tongue with his.
Just the slightest bit; the beginning of a brush, taking her in, beginning to go around, to twist the caress... And then he would begin to pull away, just when it seemed that it was about to ramp up, to consumate into something fiery. Slowly, feeling the contrast in what her lips against his felt like versus just the night air. His eyes locked on to hers. Hearts beating, only just a second passed. Two. And the cheers of the crowd below as the fireblossoms burned all around them.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 23, 2019 19:46:02 GMT
Thea smiled a little when Arioch said she was like a storm; it was more true than he could possibly know, unless he’d learned quite a bit more about sorcery than she’d expected. She wasn’t a bit like a storm; there was a storm living inside her. A storm had taken what had felt like everything from her, and left her alive, scarred, with a little bit of its magic humming through her veins.
That wasn’t something she could tell Arioch; it was barely something she could talk about with Citrine, even after Citrine had already known. Thea was grateful for what she expected to be a change of subject, turning to Arioch with a slightly smile, expecting – she wasn’t sure. Something about flying, about the arena, about –
He looked at her, and Thea realized, abruptly, that it wouldn’t be any of those things. She froze, sitting there on the pillar, legs pressed together in her skirt, hands in a little ball in her lap. Arioch leaned towards her, his hand tangling in her hair, his breath tickling her cheek, soft, teasing words dropping like bombs onto her.
Thea wasn’t sure if she could have resisted him; Arioch was so much stronger than she was. She knew she didn’t; she didn’t fight it at all, freely and easily turning her head with the pressure of his hand, eyes wide, still and silent as he leaned in, his lips soft and warm against hers. Thea shivered, feeling him deepen the kiss and unable to help responding, shifting slightly towards him, leaning in to it.
Arioch broke the kiss as smoothly as he’d started it, and Thea just – stared at him. The cheers of the crowd, the distant bursting of the flowers into flames; it passed by her like so much noise. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face and neck and what little was visible of her chest flushed a deep blue and –
Thea pulled away, trembling. Her hands gripped the skirt in her lap, and she turned her head away from Arioch, unable to look at him. It had been a good kiss – a very good kiss. Thea was feeling things she hadn’t felt in – months. Nine months? Longer, maybe, longer since she’d felt them so free and clean, because the last few months with Dom things had been messy and brutal, what desire she still felt mixed up with guilt and hurt, the lingering fear that she wasn’t enough for him and that was why he had gone elsewhere, that was –
For a moment, Thea thought she might cry.
She didn’t. She took a deep breath, letting herself feel the fear and the pain, the soft ache in her heart that Dom had left her with, the one that felt like it would be there forever. And then, much like in her spell casting, she mastered the emotions; she brought them to hand, and she banished them, not with any spell, but with sheer force of will.
Slowly, Thea turned back to Arioch; if her eyes were bright with unshed tears, she hoped he wouldn’t say anything about it. If he’d spoken before now, she hadn’t heard a word, too caught up in the turmoil inside herself. Slowly, slowly, Thea leaned in and kissed him again, one hand reaching to settle on his, lips closed but firm against his.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 23, 2019 20:14:53 GMT
There was something to be said about that kind of fire. It had been a progressive thing, starting with the lightest brush of the hand, a teasing thing. Slowly building up, and that kiss was like an electric shock, a slow one. It was breathing in fire, feeling it fill his chest and quicker than lightning spread through his body. First a faint sensation not unlike that of a strange shiver, followed by that warmth. There was a bit of fear in there too, at first, not unlike what he had felt times before but different in a way. When he watched her up close then he realised some tears seemed to be dwelling up in her eyes, the fire of the fire-flowers helping him distinguish that kind of barely perceptible sparkle in the dimming light.
He didn't pull farther away that he already had, he didn't ask yet, he just looked at her and shared the intensity of the moment. And when she turned back to him again he watched lean forward, slowly. This time he felt that expectation; she wasn't nearly close enough as time diluted single seconds into a dozen, but he could feel the longing. To feel her against him again, that pleasant feeling. The longing was he thought, an essential a part of it as the act in itself. A delightful kind of slow burning anxiety. Desire. His hand gladly took her's in and this time he accepted her kiss wholly, a slow, chaste kiss with warmth and strength underneath that felt quite like Thea.
And quite right to him as his lips brushed against hers, the sound of their kiss only audible to themselves, the lights all around providing a bubble that could be felt, the rest of the world becoming a blur. His hand pressed hers, his fingers making their way just in between hers, interlocking for a moment.
He didn't pull back quite so soon now, instead he remained there. After that kiss was done, the only thing that moved was his face, slowly to the side, barely touching her nose against hers, his lips brushing against the corner of hers, only reaching the very start of her cheek as he spoke, once again moving back very softly; very slowly, back to her lips as he spoke in a whisper, his own warmth rubbing against her, that comfortable heat of his hand into her's, and that particular scent that was quintessential to identity impregnating her as well, a contact that was brief yet deep.
"Quite a deep blue..."
His whisper carried on it the deep tone of satisfaction. A serious statement. A slight playfulness. And the underlying pleasure that was to experience her like that.
For him this spoke directly about the things he had said earlier, when they were talking about what made a moment unique. What made a moment memorable. There were many kisses, and yet... A first time in it's own right. That was the tellsign of a worthy experience, of a good memory, of living.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 23, 2019 20:31:34 GMT
Arioch’s fingers intertwined with hers, and Thea broke the kiss with a little involuntary smile. Arioch’s face was very close to hers still, and she shivered a little as his lips traced a path over her face, soft and gentle. It felt very much as if she’d stepped across the doorway into a new room in the same house; everything was different, but still somehow the same. She knew there was no going back, not anymore, but there was no loss of what she’d had before with him.
Thea giggled at his teasing comment, slowly relaxing. She was still glowing quite an impressive shade of blue; he could feel the heat of her blush on his skin. The tears that had never fallen were quite gone now, her eyes clear and soft as she met his gaze.
Thea was vaguely aware of a lot of noise from below and now – the blossoms!
“Oh!” Thea turned, looking out over the park, and laughed in delight. “Oh, Ari – it’s beautiful!” She squeezed his hand a little with hers, just soft gentle pressure.
The trees were completely lit up, each of what had been little flowers before flickering in a small steady flame. They cast a glow across each other and on the ground below, like a sea of flaming stars below them.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 23, 2019 20:50:22 GMT
Looking at her from farther away felt like taking in more of a beautiful scene. It as a moment to be enjoyed, slowly. He felt the experience slowly weave it's way into his being, and he didn't rejected. He'd rather rejoice in it, to remember that right then at that moment he did exactly what he felt like doing, and it was more than just a little bit alright. And he quite liked seeing her blue like that. He didn't even try to hide it, the way he was looking at her.
It was only then that he realised the fact that she was shortening his name, the first time he hadn't paid much attention, being caught up in the moment like he was but right then there was nothing else in his mind, and in his view, that wasn't her. It made him smile. Laugh a little bit. He didn't dislike it, it had been years since someone last called him by that nickname. His smile softened, slowly, as something else tried to push through and force itself upon the moment.
Memories of cold wind and snow, a voice not quite the same as Thea's calling him by that name. It was but a brief thing... As he quickly and willingly suffocated the attempt with the intensity of the moment, turning back to watch the trees as she suggested. The ringing of her voice, in delight, anchoring him to the here and now. This was her moment, not a shadow's. The light squeeze of her hand onto his helped in making him smile again, those darker thoughts becoming more distant by the second.
And the sight of the trees finally capturing all his amazement. It was crazy. And, to his surprise, that was something he had thought quite often about a variety of different things since he came to Waterdeep. A lot of things had been quite a little bit crazy. But this he would remember for sure.
"I have never seen anything like this..."
He admited, enthralled by the view, and softly ran his thumb against her skin briefly in a small caress. A small chuckle.
"This is vhat I meant vhen I talked about experiences that you just don't forget..."
Said shamelessly, looking back at her. As sunset slowly encroached around them, only adding to the view, it felt to him like being somewhere else entirely. Another realm, populated only by them.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 23, 2019 21:12:48 GMT
Thea shifted on the pillar, scooting a little closer to Arioch and leaning slowly to the side, resting a little bit against him. Her hand was still intertwined with his, his thumb shifting gently against her skin, the motion both soothing and exciting.
“Definitely a first,” Thea agreed, smiling still. The whole world was suffused in a lovely red glow; the sunset seemed to catch up the firey blossoms and send the light spinning out through the air. Thea thought it was perhaps one of the loveliest things she’d ever seen, and sitting here, with Arioch, it was – truly unforgettable.
Thea was grateful for a moment to watch the blossoms. There was a heat, an intensity, between her and Arioch, that was almost overwhelming. Perhaps, more accurately, she felt overwhelmed by it. Arioch was strange, foreign; she felt a little out of her depth, not knowing what he might expect now that they’d kissed. But – she trusted him, Thea thought. She had trusted him to come and rescue Citrine a tenday ago, and something in her recoiled from the idea that he would hurt her by pushing further than she wanted.
Except – what did she want? That was another problem.
And, of course, that old familiar anxiety crept in; Thea had been so utterly wrong before. How could she ever trust herself again? But Arioch wasn’t anything like Dom; they were nearly as different as it was possible for two people to be. Perhaps that wasn’t true. Both were strong; Dom had had that same core of strength Arioch did, just… differently applied. Arioch was direct and open; even the way he was looking at her right now seemed to be utterly honest. He had his depths, that was obvious, but Thea didn’t think he was capable of the sort of manipulation that had been child’s play to Dom.
And then, abruptly, Thea realized she didn’t want to think about it anymore. She didn’t want to think about Dom. He didn’t belong here between her and Arioch; she had banished him, and it was only her own weakness now allowing him back inside. Thea let out a long, slow breath, and slowly rested her cheek on Arioch’s shoulder, focusing instead on the warmth of his body, the gentle brushes of his finger over her hand and the soft tingles that stirred inside of her, and the beauty of the flaming trees. What was past was past, and she would deal with the future when they got there; this moment was enough.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 23, 2019 21:42:40 GMT
It went without saying for him, he had never seen or shared something as magical as the current moment. This trumped the lightning armor, strange portals, weird monsters and treacherous streets. It felt like something most people go their whole lives without experiencing or living; something of a privilege. And it was exactly what he wanted out of his life. To live it to the fullest, to experience those things. And though he wouldn't admit to it; even being there, even having done that, took a snippet of courage. The way he was used to things, was... Not something like that. It was a first time in many regards for him, but he wasn't scared of that kind of unknown. He was playing it by ear, and he liked it.
It was odd, but satisfying that he hadn't erred so far. Judging by what he had seen, the customs of Waterdeep and other "civilized" places, he assumed, were a far cry from his cold homeland. From the social unspoken rules to the way men and women were with each other, it was just... different. And less violent and dangerous, too. But he didn't find it so outrageous right then. Feeling her hand against his, her body leaning on his, all he could feel right then was a strange sensation, part warmth, part excitement, that just kept on flowing slowly but steadily.
It wasn't so bad. It wasn't bad at all, in fact. Maybe it even was good. Could be pretty good, perhaps.
Things were rather simple for him; he liked her. A strange thing, given her skin color and wavy hair. It was clear she wasn't precisely normal, she was a sorceress but he didn't care. She was also a hard-working woman. Had he been meaning to do that? To feel her like that? He played with the idea before, certainly. But he never did anything he wasn't sure of, anything he didn't want really to do and was ready to do. The moment he did he had already decided he wanted her; to kiss her, and feel her close. But when had he began to look at her that way and want to do it?
She was a sorceress and yet he didn't feel in danger when she was with her, or her magic. To be touched by it was by far a really dangerous thing, and yet he trusted her not to do ill upon him.
He leaned his own head her way, a slight tilt. And with one small motion reached over with his arm, reaching around her, keeping her close. For once he thought Viermyra had been right. It had been a good call to not bring the armor. He enjoyed that moment, the silence, the warmth, the lights, the sunset, Thea. And if some people were wondering why they were on top of some sacred pillar, he didn't even care.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 23, 2019 22:06:46 GMT
Arioch’s arm wrapped around her, slowly, holding her into his side. Thea smiled. The world seemed no larger than the top of the sacred pillar. The sunset was fading, but the sea of burning blossoms below only shone brighter as the night darkened.
Thea wasn’t sure how long they sat there. It was a warm night, comfortable, and she felt at least like she could have admired the fireblossoms forever. Distantly, she was aware of balls of fire spinning, and it came to her half-remembered that Citrine was performing a poi show somewhere in the gardens, that she’d promised to try and come by. Thea felt bad for breaking her promise – but not badly enough to try and do anything about it.
All the same, eventually the moment had to end. Thea let out a little sigh, slowly sitting up. The glow of the fireblossoms cast enough light that she could still see Arioch fairly well, his features glowing and illuminated by the fire. “So,” Thea smiled a little, still feeling soft and warm. If she didn’t feel content, well – there was just a little too much heat between them for anything so complacent. “… should we climb down?”
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2019 11:23:39 GMT
Arioch liked those small silences, and he was comfortable in them. Just taking in the moment, enjoying it, for he knew eventually they'd have to go down again. As the fires burned he only barely looked down at Thea and smiled to himself, not moving much from his position until eventually she did. He stole a look at her face as she did so; now watching her in a different light than before, both literally and figuratively. He liked what he saw, the white, the blue, and the faint traces of orange and sunset against the features of her face.
He smiled, and then nodded. "Let's go elsevhere" He agreed, and without much ceremony he drifted to the side of the pillar, and with one hand on the edge lowered himself until his arm was stretched at his full with one foot firmly placed in one of the , and then offered the other one to her, to cover up for most of the distance going from the top and nearly the ground down below. He hadn't forgotten she could fly, however, it was a possibility in his mind that she decided to show off and fly her way down, to which he would laugh.
Then he would begin to walk up north without rush trying to not stampede over anyone in the process, for sure taking her hand to make sure she wouldn't get lost again. All in all for a place with so many people it hadn't been so bad as he thought, so much that he had absolutely forgotten about his change of attire and the myriad of other details that had been tended to beforehand. It was a minor detail then for him, a footnote.
"This is going to be a strange question, but hypothetically, could you make me fly too?"
He asked her then with a small smirk, some plot formulating in his head no doubt.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 25, 2019 11:44:56 GMT
Arioch lowered himself off the pillar smoothly and evenly; Thea drew her legs up slightly, tucking the skirt around them, and watched. He stretched up a hand to her, and Thea took a deep breath, feeling a rush of regret; it had been such a perfect moment, perched on top of the column. She had been the one to end it, but just in this moment she was a little sorry she had. It felt like coming back down to earth, back to reality.
Slowly, carefully, Thea swung herself off the side of the column, grateful for Arioch’s hand to help her descend; she landed on the ground without incident. He didn’t let go, and neither did she, letting him lead them through the still-crowded park. The people passing by might as well not have existed for Thea; normally she would have been deeply absorbed in all the fascinating undercurrents of Waterdeep, but tonight she could barely even see them.
“Hypothetically?” Thea giggled at the question. “… Well, yes, I suppose. Not as easily as I could myself but – yes.” She wouldn’t be able to do it today, unfortunately; she might have been able to make herself fly with a small spell, but it would take a bit of work for Arioch, and she doubted she could do it after already flying once.
“I could make you hover, anyway,” Thea grinned up at him, her hand tightening a little on his, a brief squeeze that sent tingles rushing up through her arm and warmth through her entire body. “… Where would you want to… do it?”
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2019 12:18:48 GMT
Arioch's smile widened very slowly as she let out that she could, in fact, make him fly as well. That was perfect! And his words just echoed that feeling without so much of a second of a delay.
"That's perfect!" He said and then chuckled a bit, his hand pressed just a little bit more tightly onto hers as they made their way out of the heroe's garden and through houses and the small buildings of the north of the sea ward. He couldn't wait for it, he wondered how would flying feel like? Walking but upwards? Like swimming but in the air? He didn't remember having seen her waving her arms about in order to keep hovering however. He had a lot of questions, but he felt like asking them would be spoiling the surprise so he kept it to himself. And also, hoped it wouldn't be so hard as to make a complete fool of himself on his first flight, but even if he did crash against a tree or something, who cared. He was flying!
"You could?" He said and turned his head back to see her with a spark in his eyes. He had not been expecting her question, a small surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He pleased regardless; a smile took over and then transformed into a small chuckle. "You'll see" Admitted, with confidence and pride in his decision. As they crossed the street of lances they came underneath the trolltower, the north tower. Just shy of the outskirks of the city where the long shore awaited; and in the distance the orange sunset was being contested on the other end by the pink and slight purple of the starry night.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 25, 2019 12:29:19 GMT
“I mean…” Thea smiled at Arioch’s enthusiasm, but she didn’t want to mislead him. It hurt a little to burst the bubble of his excitement, but she worried he was expecting too much. “It’s not exactly…” she bit her lip. “I can lift you up into the air, but you can’t move around very easily, not without something to grab on to,” Thea explained. “I’m not… I can’t… I mean… maybe someday I’ll learn to let people move while in the air, but right now I can’t control the wind well enough. You’d stay mostly in place. I’m sorry.” Thea’s heart panged a little; she was more or less waiting for the moment when Arioch realized magic wasn’t – she wasn’t – what he imagined. She hated to disappoint him, but she didn’t see any way around it.
"And," Thea added softly, her heart breaking a little, as if to add insult to injury. "I - I don't know if I could do it tonight, in any case."
His hand was still warm in hers, and Thea realized he seemed to be leading her out of the city. She hesitated for a moment, her stride checking, a bit nervous about being alone together. It was silly, wasn’t it? She didn’t think she would have hesitated a day ago, but… things were different now. Weren’t they? Being so alone with Arioch made her feel – afraid. Not of him, but of herself, of what she might do, of what she might want. Thea was conscious that the time to stop him was now. If she wanted to go home, if she wanted to put a stop to this, she needed to say so now. But… wouldn’t that be a disappointment too? If she stopped now, would the door opening between them close forever? That was almost more frightening than the possibility of what awaited her in the woods. And so – Thea didn’t speak. She didn’t ask Arioch to take her home; she didn’t even slow her stride for more than a few heartbeats, following him down the street.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 25, 2019 15:06:13 GMT
Hearing that she might not be able to did not sound disappointing to him. Being able to fly or even hover alone was not something he figured he'd be able to do that morning when he woke up. Or the day before that. Or the week before that. Or the year before that. Or the decade before that. "Might" was an entirely different world of possibility than "Can't" could not even hope to reach. Staying mostly in place or being able to move himself up in a single direction was not disheartening. It was fun. Granted it was not blatantly flying but the flying in itself had been built upon hovering in the first place. And she wasn't even saying that she absolutely not, could not ever, hope to do it. But instead, that she could learn to do it. It was, in his eyes, definitely a thing.
If he was let down by it, it wasn't much. He looked at her, his smile softening but then strengthened once again.
"Vell find out together then" Said in a more upbeat tone. The hovering, the flying, that wasn't even a thing he had planned on, it was an extra and he would gladly accept anything she had to give on the subject. Even if she couldn't, this was one of the stranges cases in which an attempt would be enough for him. Eventually after crossing the threshold of Waterdeep the coast welcomed them with open shores, and quickly the terrain began to build up as well the further they got away from the city still guided by the beautiful light of the sunset and driven by the hot breeze that was now cooling down into a warm, constant caress.
He took a small detour down to the beach, and across the small grottos that sparkled under the twilight. Eventually the city was hidden behind the cliffs, and he pointed out to a rather big midpoint in the cliffs, a part of them that was noticeably shorter than the rest; it was an easy climb, and just like the ground above the taller parts, had a nice bed of short grass that covered the surface. It was big, accessible, and yet mostly hidden from view unless you came all the way down there.
He pointed with his head and smiled. "How hovery are you feeling right now? Think you can give me a lift?" Asked then, though he wouldn't mind if she couldn't do it. This was one of the places he had spotted when he first was looking for somewhere to crash. It had the best view, and it was the most comfortable place. However it did not provide a good shelter against rain, and it was a terrible location if he would have to climb up and down two or more times a day.
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