Ceres Uppsala: The Shield Maiden. (maidenofshields) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-08-23 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, ceres uppsala, cyrus colle |
Who: Ceres & Cyrus
What: Meeting in the Barracks.
Where: Shieldwyrm.
When: Recently.
Rating: G for Grumpy
Status: Complete
Eyes had narrowed at the hulking man in front of her, and a deep frown had etched its way across her lips. The last thing she needed, or wanted, was interaction with just about anyone tonight. Patrol had left her tired, weary, and… Well, all of this continued catastrophe around Emillion had continued to grate against her nerves. Now, the last thing she wanted was to talk to anyone, or to speak at all. Ceres simply wished to quietly shower, then waft off into a deep sleep - hopefully she wouldn’t wake with Eden clinging to her side in the morning - but that seemed like it was the last thing she was going to get tonight. “Move Colle.” Came the firm words only holding the slightest edge of annoyance to them at this time. Cyrus, who was presently on the floor in the middle of the doorway picking up scattered arrows (there had been an incident with a couple of squires; he didn’t intend to mention their roughhousing, but someone had to deal with the mess) looked up at the woman standing over him and offered an apologetic smile. “Uh… sorry,” he said. “I’ll just --” the last of the arrows were retrieved and shoved into the quiver they had fallen from, and he rose quickly to his feet, stepping aside. “Narrow hallways in here,” he said, inanely. Really, almost claustrophobic. “You know.” Well, she was a Ranger -- he’d heard about her from Eden the last time she’d dragged him off for cupcakes, which come to think of it had been quite some time ago -- so he assumed she knew what he was talking about. “No reason to take them all up.” Came the annoyed response as she coldly watched him try to scramble in what he was doing and nearly - in her mind - squirm. These were shared quarters, that meant you shared, and Ceres was sincerely starting to wonder if this man knew what that sort of thing meant at all. You tried not to piss others off, and made sure to keep to your own space as much as you could manage. Without much thought one leather glove covered hand fell to the handle of her gunblade and rested there for now. “Didn’t intend to,” he responded, still affable even in the face of her annoyance, if clearly not comfortable under her scrutiny. And the door was clear, now, but it seemed he had annoyed her enough that that wasn’t good enough. Eden claimed she was just wonderful once you got to know her but Cyrus had a notion that this woman ‘got to know’ people with her sword. Really, really not his interest, unless they were talking sparring. And they definitely weren’t. “Just cleaning up the…” right, she had seen, no point in explaining that. “Anyway. I’m out of the way so… my apologies for holding you up.” “Tch.” The hand on her gunblade hilt shifted, tightening for a moment, allowing the leather to squeak before her grip relaxed, and fell away. In some distant circles, it might be considered almost hilarious that the movement, the grasping of the hilt, was basically an unconscious instinct, a long ingrained movement in Ceres at this point that sometimes she didn’t even realize what she had done - this being one of those times - but it was there, regardless. “Remember it. You might not be so lucky next time.” Were the only words she offered as she stepped through the doorway, and began to move past him without even bothering to toss him a single glance. Really everyone knew there were far more unpleasant people than her in the guild, and with them it was just a matter of steering clear. He had to wonder, as she walked by, whether she’d really draw on a colleague in the middle of the guildhall for blocking a doorway. it just seemed so… excessive. Well, maybe she was just having a hard day. Or maybe he’d accidentally done or said something inconceivably horrible -- when it came to women, that was always a distinct possibility. He supposed, if she ever drew… well, that would be an interesting day. He wasn’t against hitting someone who was armed and trying to hurt him. But maybe it would be better to keep squires from scattering arrows, all the same. Seemed best all around. |