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Tweak says, "red cat vs yellow cat"

vikinglore (vikinglore) wrote in cirque_rp,
@ 2017-08-18 04:28:00

June 6th Evening
Who: Thorsten & Ana
What: Thorsten's a old romantic...Old and..Romantic?
When: Evening 6th
Where: Throughout the Cirque
Rating: TBA.

He hadn't seen her since that night. Honestly he was a little worried. It wasn't like Ana to vanish completely and not say a word to him. He wasn't sure if she was mad at him for turning her down or just embarrassed that she'd been so flirty when she was drunk. Either way, he planned on changing matters. She'd been upset and drunk and he didn't want to take advantage of the situation, but since Callum had mentioned Ana talked about him all the time..Well, that had reassured him that maybe there was something else there. Something that Thorsten wanted to explore. He'd given her some time to get over the events and now that they were in a new location, he figured it was time to set things into motion.

That was how he'd ended up at her show that evening just before closing time. Smiling softly to himself as he watched her performance coming to an end, the crowd clapping and cheering as she danced about the stage with her sword. A soft wind blew through the building as he started to walk out, carrying with it white lotus blossoms that peaked and swirled up to the jaguar. The mass of petals brushing against the woman's blade and caressing her cheek as they billowed out around her. He'd left to the sound of a gasping audience, believing it was just part of the show. He knew Ana would guess the culprit..but that was kind of the point.

The circus was closing and the Norseman headed back to his trailer. Very obviously his as the roof seemed to be a viking long ship turned upside down and runes were carved into the wood of the door. He busied himself laying out a bouquet of flowers on the small porch. An elegantly decorated sword resting against the door jamb with her name tied to the scabbard by a piece of golden thread. Leaving the door ajar so he could go back inside to start making dinner, hoping that she'd come to ask him what he was playing at and he could surprise her.

It had been a long time since Thorsten had tried to be romantic. A long time. He was rusty to say the least. But the sentiment was there, even if it was a odd mix of traditional and unconventional. Hell, he was a odd mix of traditional and unconventional, but she seemed to like him.

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anawillcutyou
2017-08-18 04:04 am UTC (link)

The crowds had come, like all of them knew they would, and Ana had thrown herself back into her dancing. More elaborate tricks, longer swords, she was trying everything she could think of to occupy her brain. It was working pretty well, she was excelling at her craft, and falling into an exhausted, dreamless sleep at night.

Still. There was that voice at the back of her mind that said she was acting like a mooning teenager. It had gotten even more insistent since they'd moved, and Ana wanted it to please shut up, thank you. In the meantime, though, she had work to do, and that was what she was doing. She had almost finished her dance when the lotus blossoms appeared, and since she was in the middle of a turn, sliced one in half before she could stop herself.

She finished and struck her final pose, bowing to the sound of thunderous applause. She hurried offstage and outside, but there was no one there. Well. No one she expected to see, anyway. She hurried on toward the Village, not even bothering to change out of her costume. There'd be time for that later.

Thorsten's trailer was easy to find, given the ship on top of it. But what brought her up short were the flowers. And the sword, Holy Mary, Mother of God. It was gorgeous, as wide as her hand and heavy when she lifted it. She almost didn't want to touch it, for fear of getting prints all over it. She couldn't help herself, though. She did love her weapons.

"Thorsten?" she called from the doorway. "Is this-are you cooking?"

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vikinglore
2017-08-18 05:04 am UTC (link)

There was a laugh from within the building and honestly, he was glad she missed the slightly relieved look on his face when he heard her call his name. "Do you have to sound so surprised?" The man asked, loud enough for her to hear, as he tilted his chopping block onto a angle and let the vegetables fall into the pan. Placing it back on the work surface so he could walk to the door.

When the man finally appeared at the door he was all in black, his usual working attire, a smirk pulling slightly on the corners of his lips. "It's hardly a date if I don't offer food," was his grand reasoning, stepping back even as his hand settled on her lower back so he could guide her inside. "I'm afraid you don't get any option in the matter." His playful tone was as warm as ever. As if she hadn't been avoiding him for the last few days. He was just glad she'd showed up and seemed to like the gift.

His home was reasonably spacious, the wall behind his couch covered in swords and the occasional shield. Some were older than others and one in particular seemed close to the sword he'd given her. It suited him. The perfect mix of old and new.

"You've been avoiding me," the man noted, taking her free hand in his larger palm as he looked down at her. He was looking for a reason. And he really hoped it was about the drunken night and not because she'd seen his form when the hunters came and it had frightened her. He was pretty sure Cat had dragged Ana away just in time to avoid that sight.

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anawillcutyou
2017-08-18 05:34 am UTC (link)

"Sorry, no, it's just, usually I'm the one doing the cooking," she replied, finally managing a quiet laugh. "I liked the flowers, by the way. The crowd was going crazy."

"Wait, a what-" but she didn't get beyond that before she was being gently guided inside. "Ugh, and I'm still in my work clothes," she muttered in Spanish under her breath. She was still holding the sword, though, and definitely not leaving.

She kept looking around at his home, because it was really perfect for him, wood and fur everywhere. Not too overdone, which she appreciated in a house. It looked like somewhere you could live.

Well shit. She swallowed and looked up at him, probably looking very similar to a deer in the headlights. "Uhm," she said, feeling very clever. "Well. I mean. Can you really blame me? I acted like an idiot. I was embarrassed."

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vikinglore
2017-09-18 03:23 am UTC (link)

"You haven't tried it yet, you might find out theres a reason why you do more cooking than me.." He smirked slightly. He was actually a rather good cook, he just didn't do it very often. He had no real need for food, it didn't sustain him like it would a mortal, so preparing food was just a unnecessary task to him. Something he did if he was craving a certain taste or he was entertaining someone.

The look on the woman's face when he mentioned the word 'date' was priceless. That was almost worth not seeing her for awhile. She looked so shocked. And he was sure he looked a little smug for causing that. "You look beautiful in anything Ana, work clothes included." He reassured her. Clearly in full charm mode. His thumb brushing against the woman's knuckles as he guided her to the couch. Sitting down himself and gently pulling her with him.

Her explanation was luckily the one he'd been hoping for. Explaining that he was a monster but not of his own making would be far harder than explaining his own actions that night. "You weren't a idiot, you were drunk.." He told her, slipping a strong arm around the woman's narrow waist as he held her. "Well, unless you think hitting on me is a stupid thing to do..in which case this night's going to get awkward real quick." There was that smirk of his again. Because he knew in his heart of hearts that she didn't. "You know me well enough by now, Ana. You should know that when I take you it wont be because you're compromised."

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anawillcutyou
2017-09-18 04:16 am UTC (link)

"I'll reserve judgement until after I'm done," she decided. "Though I've been cooking since I came up to my abuela's knee, but I promise not to hold it against you." And now that she thought about it, she could definitely eat. She was always starving post-show, and tonight was no exception.

She rolled her eyes fondly. "It's rare for anyone to catch me off-guard, so well done to you, I suppose," she told him, laughing quietly. "Silver-tongued as usual, though I'll have you know I can do better. I would have, if I'd known."

Her eyes were huge in her face, dark and hard to read unless you knew her well. Which he rather did, at this point. "Well that makes you better than most of the men I've run across," she murmured. "And obviously I'd hit on you sober, I was just." She sighed, shoving her long hair away from her face. "Lonely. It felt like I had almost no one, and I just wanted that connection. Someone to hold onto."

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