Re: May's Cottage: May & Rory
[Rory wasn't sure which was more surprising, the iron clang clench of her fingers on him or the flash food appearance of her own accent, thicker than any of their rare hellos had ever advocated for. Actually, y'know what, the strength was more surprising. He didn't try to pull away from May or nothing the like, he was impressed, or just curious enough to stay standing where he was and feeling her out. She hadn't ever smelled evil, and May smelled the clean, clear opposite of vampire dead… those were the only strong things he'd come across in this town. Rory glanced down at her hand on his tattooed forearm, and when his eyes lifted again to her face, he seemed plenty amused. Black caterpillar eyebrows lifted like approval.] No need for an agro, darlin'. [Not that he expected her to really hurt him, but the less hungover portion of his brain thought it might be a good idea to calm down and assure her that he meant no harm, even as tea pooled across the table and began to drip-drip on the floor. He held up his free hand like an apology. Despite the grin at his mouth, it was an apology. Rory, if he was anything, was exceptionally self-aware of his faults.
When she touched his collarbone, that was when the grin slipped. The look he gave her was cautionary, but he wasn't threatened or made uneasy by her proximity. It was just that she had been very kind, and Rory couldn't remember kind.] Fair 'nough. Once I get my revenge, I'll be on my way out of this town. If you'd like me gone from here at any point, I won't take offense.