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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 20:04:54 GMT -8
A leer turns over to him in turn, yet the full power of the glare was lost in the adorable color across her face. Yet she was obviously doubtful, and that stubborn temperament of hers was starting to show.
"What did you think I was doing out there - playing tag with a bear? I'll bet you were trying to get a look."
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Sidarin Ves
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Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 20:08:42 GMT -8
"I didn't know where you went off to! I went inside to cook and you didn't say a word to me! How was I supposed to know you went to the river?"
Sid fires back his blush spread to prodigious degrees. His cheeks were flush and the color was running down his neck. He tries to glare back at her, but can't quite make eye contact instead staring at just above her head.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 20:11:35 GMT -8
Catriona sits up in her chair, arms folded across her chest as her attention now turns to her lap, for lack of anywhere else to look. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye again.
"... hmph. I would've thought your pea brain could've figured it out. Or at least yelled or something... could've yelled back. Something!"
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 20:14:25 GMT -8
"You could have told me where you were going! Or you could have moved up river, instead of bathing right next to the path!"
There was so much heat in his retort and his cheeks that Sid was genuinely surprised he wasn't on fire. At the very least he should be melting, then he'd be dead which didn't seem like that bad of an alternative to this situation.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 20:18:09 GMT -8
The fire he spat was enough to bring her own anger to a boil, and thus brought her attention clear up and directed on him. Her own expression matched his own, though hers was probably a touch more adorable with the pink in sheer embarrassment rather than the brilliant crimson in his own skin.
"I was trying to keep from trailing blood and the smell of dead deer into the cabin! And I was NOT next to the path! I'm not stupid!"
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 20:35:17 GMT -8
"I'm not arguing the logic of the bath! I was pointing out you could have let me know! And you were close enough to the path that I could see you!"
Sid gets to his feet. He isn't quite sure why, it just seemed like the thing to do. His hands grip the lip of the table and his knuckles turn white. This was devolving fast and wasn't getting less awkward. For Gaia's sake he was arguing with someone he couldn't bring himself to look at!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 20:40:19 GMT -8
With the man getting to his feet, Catriona could only do the same - granted, she was nowhere near as close to intimidating as Sidarin could be in this enraged state.
"I wasn't that close! You were looking for an excuse to spy on me while I was bathing!" she yells back at him, slamming her palms to the table as she drilled the man with a heated stare - despite the fact he wasn't looking directly at her.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 20:55:13 GMT -8
"I wasn't looking for an excuse to see you naked! It doesn't matter how pretty you are, I wouldn't do that!"
Sid was as red as a tomato. He was flustered, angry, and embarrassed. He was just responding to her jibes now with the first thing to come to mind. He doesn't even realize what he just said to Cat just yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 20:59:39 GMT -8
That did it. The pink darkened and it was clear she was flustered and at a loss for words. And it wasn't just the color in her face - her body felt a few degrees warmer from head to toe. She stumbles just enough as she tries to kick the chair backwards to clear her path, and she would make a direct march for the door. Provided neither Specter or Sidarin stopped her, she would slam the door in her wake as she head outside into the falling dark as the sun fell slowly into slumber.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 21:12:15 GMT -8
Sid stares dumbfounded as Cat leaves. The reality of what she just said hit him and he is so embarrassed and angry he lets her go. He called her pretty? He sits in the cabin alone for a long time and then he gets up. He was too hot so he runs to the river. He strips down and submerges himself in the freezing waters.
The shock of it cleared his head a bit. Sid thought about trying to sort through his feelings, but it's too much work. What he does know he needs to do is find her. It was almost dark and she hadn't taken anything with her. For the moment he bobs, but soon he would get out of the river.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 21:18:43 GMT -8
Indeed, the woman took off without a weapon on her save for the dagger at her hip - used more as a tool than actually a weapon. She stormed up river, knocking through the brush as she made her way... somewhere. She stayed along the river's edge, just stomping along as her anger refused to blow off.
It wasn't just anger. She was absolutely dumbfounded he called her that. The weirdest part was she didn't know how to receive the compliment, especially since it was in the heat of them butting heads. Again.
Finally she stops - more so from a stumble as she kicks over a rock with the toe of her boot - and drops down to sit right where the water kissed the earth. She stared at the current as it rushed downstream in the coming dark, going so far as to reach down and splash a bit to pat her face in hopes of cooling down.
... pretty. Did he like her? It made her chest swell for a moment at the thought, but she thought to him appearing at the water's edge. He... had looked pretty stunned. The logical part of her wanted to say it had truly been an accident. The stubborn part of her refused to admit she was wrong.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 21:30:01 GMT -8
Sid roused himself from the water, it had been almost ten minutes and the sun had almost set. He was calm now, well calmish, calm as long as he didn't think about it. Did not think about what he had said. He returns to the bank and gets his pants back on. Bare footed and bare chested he whistles for Specter. The great wolf lumbers from the woods and sniffs at the ground. The wolf didn't need a command, he just lead Sid to Cat. The bounty hunter was surprised when he was lead down the bank. It wasn't long before he could see her and he froze. What did he say?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 21:37:12 GMT -8
Catriona didn't hear the man approach, her gaze still leering at the water as if it were the target of her aggression. What caught her attention was Specter coming nearby, and she turned her head to look at him as he came close. She couldn't hold anything against this wonderful animal to save her life, and thus lifted her hand to pet him atop his head.
Sidarin was up the river behind the animal, and he eventually seized her attention. She blinked twice as her gaze widened just a touch - beneath his clothing... he was actually cut handsome. There was muscle she could make out, even in the coming dark, maybe a few scars. She wasn't even aware she was staring for a minute - when it came to her attention she did, her head snapped around as her gaze latched back on the water... though she couldn't see anything in it. What the hell was wrong with her today?!
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 21:44:24 GMT -8
"It's..."
Sid started then stopped trailing off. Why was this so awkward? And had she been staring at him... He wasn't wearing his shirt. The blush engulfed him again and he has to resist the urge to run back down the bank. What had he been thinking? The long answer was that he didn't want to get his shirt wet and he wasn't used to having other people around. The short answer was that he hadn't been.
"It's almost dark, we should get back to the cabin."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 21:49:27 GMT -8
"... right..."
She clears her throat at how guttural her voice sounded, and moves to stand. She makes every effort to avoid looking him in the eye as she approaches, with every intent to skirt around and try to avoid touching him... despite how a dark little part of her mind wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel the hard muscle that surely lay beneath his skin.
She couldn't convince herself this time the night was warm. It was certainly her. This night was going to be long.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 21:57:30 GMT -8
Sid watched as Cat moves and he goes to follow her. Specter however chooses that moment to hook his leg. The ranger distracted and off balance emotionally is set off balance physically as well. He collides with Cat and carries her to the ground. His hands react instinctively one hand catching the back of head to stop her from dashing it against the ground. He is left straddling her, her form pressed beneath him. He isn't aware of their situation though. At this moment he is swearing at Specter.
"What the hell are you playing at! We could have gotten hurt."
His eyes turn to Cat and his face is mere inches from hers.
"Are you okay?"
The reality of the situation hasn't dawned on him yet. For the moment there is only concern that shines clearly in his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 22:03:44 GMT -8
She blinked and suddenly she was being pressed to the ground with a yelp. Her head collides with his heavy palm, saving her from a hard fall, and she falls still as she waits for the world to right itself. When her eyes open, he's directly over her and practically smothering her figure... in the best way possible.
With him being so close, holding her carefully, she found it difficult to breathe. She didn't move against him, or attempt to move away. She lay there, frozen, save for her widened eyes exploring his concerned expression. When she was remembered how to inhale again, all she could smell was him... musk and sweat of a man, and river water.
"Y-Yeah..." She swallows hard, finding difficulty in talking again. He was so close to her.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 22:10:37 GMT -8
"Good..."
His voice trails off as he finally realizes the position they are in. He is on top of Cat, her body beneath him. The feeling of cloth against his bare skin is nothing beside the feeling her her softness pressed against him. His hair is caught in the long soft tresses of her hair. He remembers the body he had seen earlier, the same body beneath him. He realizes that he has frozen, his eyes locked with hers. He tears his eyes away, but they then drawn to her lips. He wanted to...
"I should get off of you..."
He murmurs softly, making no move to do so. She was just so soft and warm and intoxicating.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 22:17:51 GMT -8
She parted her lips to respond, and only a soft sigh escapes instead - not a single coherent word is heard. She closed her eyes in a hard blink, trying to avert her attention elsewhere when they opened, but they were tracing the sharp features of his face, down the strong neck and his broad chest...
By Gaia, he was handsome. Completely against her realization her breathing picked up the pace just a bit, as if perhaps a tad excited. Not even thinking, her hand would come up and her palm would press over his pectoral, splaying her fingers gingerly over the skin. It was just as she thought it would be.
When her eyes came up they met his own once more, now a bit moist with a faint shimmer. What had they been fighting about earlier? She hadn't the foggiest.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Jun 19, 2016 22:26:18 GMT -8
Sid struggled to remember what he was supposed to be doing. It was so hard, with the way Cat was looking at him the way she was touching him. He knew there was something important he should be doing, that should be mad about something, but... He can feel her heart beat, it shouldn't be possible, but he could swear that he could feel it through her palm. It was beating in tandem with his, hard, fast, excited. He is moving without thought, without consideration. He leans down and he presses his lips to hers. It is a gentle, clumsy thing. He is moved by instinct and deisre not experience. In the moment there was nothing, but her and this was the only action he could take. It didn't matter what he should be doing, this was what he wanted to be doing.
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