Ceres Uppsala: The Shield Maiden. (maidenofshields) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-06-20 11:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, ceres uppsala, rhys kinlan |
Who: Ceres & Rhys
What: A meeting of sorts...
Where: The Spoony Bard
When: Today!
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!
“No.” Eyes had narrowed at the man next to her as he attempted sweet words, and a slathering of compliments. Quite frankly, she had far more important things to do, and didn’t have the time, patience, energy, or desire to waste anything on the man before her. Leather gloves crunched slightly as her fist tightened. If this fool didn’t back off soon, he might end up with a fist in his face, or worse. It was really unfortunate this woman had such a tight scowl on her face. It did not detract from her beauty, simply just made her look unhappy. He wondered what the woman would look like if she wasn’t angry. He’d come over in an attempt to cheer her up, as she looked like something was wrong. Apparently, complimenting her was not the way to go, which he understood. Some ladies didn’t like that. They didn’t like men who were too smooth. They didn’t trust them. Rhys would say those women were wise, except it never worked out in his favor. Just like now, he seemed to only lock that scowl even further in place. “Is there anything that makes you happy?” he asked bluntly. There was no soft tone there to try and sooth the answer out of her like a baby or a dog. He asked directly in a normal tone of voice. “Out of genuine curiosity,” he explained. He raised both brows. She looked like a fabled Kerwonian goddess of death, really. This had to be his worst idea. However, he had just almost died and lived. He was feeling a little reckless. “Yes. Now leave.” Ceres’ tone remained commanding, demanding and forceful. Her eyes remained narrowed, and her hand was still balled into a fist regardless of herself, or even a vague attempt at self control that had happened for just a few fleeting seconds. A thought about moving her hand to her gunblade, a ‘casual’ action she normally took came to mind, but at the same time… The last thing she needed was to start trouble in a crowd with this… Man. She was having troubles enough not trying to upset the delicate balance that everything had fallen into as of late, a Ranger starting a fight in public was not something that needed to be added to that list. At least… Not without good reason, and this man had - unfortunately - yet to give her one. “I could write a sonnet about your beauty,” Rhys remarked absently, almost as if he’d lost interest in anything romantic. He actually could write a sonnet. He could probably compose a full symphony if he put his mind to it. “Ah, but there are things that make you happy,” he said turning his attention back to her, “or a single thing. Is there a way I could find out what it is? A challenge I can attempt to overcome for the answer, perhaps?” If she challenged him to combat, he’d most likely end up battered and bruised...if he fought fair. He was mostly hoping for something tricky he could weasel a victory out of. But of course, she had to actively play along, which she didn’t appear much inclined to do. If all conquests were easy, life would not be worth living, right? “Don’t.” Came a quick demand of a reply, her eyes flickering with a hint of anger before starting to glance away from the man. Though, at his continued line of questioning, Ceres’ glove tightened more so into a fist, the leather creaking again. She ought to deck him right here, and right now. Knock him on his ass and walk away, but… The law wouldn’t look very kindly upon that sort of thing… Even if she could make up some reason to cover her own ass she was fairly certain. “No.” Another short, and stern rebuttal as she continued to try to make him back off with an icy, displeased glare alone. “Why not?” he asked honestly. “I’m a bard. You would deny me my trade?” He wasn’t classed, but he’d fallen back on the occupation every now and then. “I must take my inspiration where I find it, don’t you agree? Art is my lifeblood,” he said, before adding. “Now I’d understand the resistance if I were a painter, perhaps.” Because he would have totally tried to get her naked, not that he wouldn’t mind it now. “Yes.” The glare wasn’t melting a bit, and the more this man spoke, the deeper the lines on her face grew with displeasure. This guy really didn’t know how to take no for an answer. In her lifetime Ceres had dealt with some stubborn men, and a lot of clueless schmucks - she was guessing this guy fell into the latter category - but this one was really starting to take the cake. “Then get it somewhere else.” The response was curt, and finally her hand lowered, sitting to rest on the butt of her gunblade, and she hoped that perhaps now he might get the clue. Oh, the message rang loud and clear when she had first said it, but he would not have gotten as far as he did without a little effort. He felt she was worth it. Then again, all women were worth pursuit for one reason or another. "Intimidation," he said, clearly amused. "I've been threatened by worse things, but I'll let you escape for now." While she had won the battle, he ensured she understood that the war was far from over. Her eyes narrowed further at him, hand tightening into a fist on the handle of the gunblade as he seemed to nearly mock her. His words caused her to want to punch him in the face, to knock out a few teeth, but regardless he was retreating from this encounter and that was something at least. Moving forward she’d |