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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 21, 2010 10:22:25 GMT -5
I closed my eyes with my head turned towards the sound. It pulsed through my veins and interrupted the beat of my very own heart, changing it to follow the tempo. Music has always been a weakness to me. There was nothing like the tight strings of a guitar being plucked and strummed by someone with a musical blessing. The sound was a welcomed toxin overcoming my senses and weakening my very core.
Before my mind had time to react to the sound, my feet started forward on the cobble stone road towards the heart of the music district. Bright colors draped every building, ribbons danced in the winds, and some solo artist set up their own work stations and set away at painting the scene in front of them trying to capture all the beauty around them with the human eyes and simple tools. It was hardly possible but a few came close to capturing the essence.
I stopped and looked over the shoulder of one young artist’s work; he was focusing on one woman in the crowded streets. Her skin was darker than any I had seen, though I had not seen much of the world, not nearly as much as I wanted to; hopefully, in time this would change. The artist’s hand moved so quickly over the page, sketching and coloring as the woman looking among the other art work. What she was looking for I did not know but her eyes burned with an intense fire. Whatever she was looking for I almost found myself wanting to be it.
“Can I buy that from you, Good Sir?” After filling in the darkness of her eyes and rubbing a pink hugh over her lips he handed the picture over for a price, which I paid willingly. I then headed off in the direction of the temptress. I knew that was not a proper name for her but until I learned of her real one, My Lady Temptress is what she would be.
“Excuse me my Lady” he bowed to her in a very respectful and charming manner, “might I ask the name of the woman so beautiful Artist denounce their profession when they can't even come close to capturing her beauty upon their canvas?” It wasn’t a wholly true story, as the Artist sold me the picture and moved on to another, and yet his picture was nothing close to the beautiful woman who stood in front of me. I held up the picture of her to see with her own eyes.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 21, 2010 11:02:20 GMT -5
It was chill but crisp day, a good sort of chill that did not weaken the bones, though whether the weather was favourable or not hardly concerned me, unless I needed it to be one or the other. It was a bright day, and I was out in search of... something. Something, yet I did not know exactly what, but I knew once I saw it, I would have to have it. It was this sort of thing that drove me almost to the ends of my wits, for I was the type to know everything, or to find out everything that I needed to know, and this sort of feeling of the unknown unsettled me, even if it made for a good winter's day adventure. I found myself walking through the Artisan's District, my feet bringing me there without a thought. I found it peculiar. One would think that I would be driven to the Temple District, or even Mont Nuit, to find whatever it was I was looking for. But instead, my subconscious had brought me here.
Amidst the hussle and bussle of hagglers, of artists, music and poetry flew through the air, to me, from me, surrounding me with notes of song and lines of ballads. I had stopped before a woman selling hand made jewelry and trinkets. The woman looked Tsingano. She looked at me, and her eyes darkened, then she glowered. Perhaps she knew who I was, perhaps she had taken a look into my past and seen the mischief it was frought with. But my eyes quickly fell from her withered face to her wares and I saw what I think I might have been looking for. A simple charm, but not so simple at all. I could feel the energies that surrounded it. I raised my eyes to the womans, wh had not relented in her angry disapproval of me, and was about to ask her the price. However, before I could open my mouth, I was surprised to hear a smooth voice, that of a man, very close to me. I turned to face a tall man, taller than I at least, with a charming smile and a canvas in his hands. I became aware of what he was saying, admitting his words, making sense of them in my mind, and smiled, something of a playful grin as I looked down at the work he had in his hands.
I looked at it sideways, raising a brow before my cat-like eyes rested on his visage.
"Your words flatter me, my lord," I said with a curtsy, gathering my dark cloak in my hands, my dress underneath it as I dipped and rose again. "My name is Majia," I replied smoothly, my voice soft and sultry. "Might I have the name of the man who felt compelled to purchase this piece of work?" I asked. My mind had not strayed completely, and as the Tsingano woman haggled at prices over other objects, I kept an eye and an ear on her that she might not auction off the item I wanted.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 21, 2010 12:02:34 GMT -5
I was a bit taken aback by the soft and sultry tone of her voice, but it made my ears perk up, and focus solely on her against the background noise. The Tsingano woman behind her stole a quick look at me. I smiled back welcoming before she turned away to make another bargain with a near-witch looking lass.
I felt dumb for still standing there with the painting out stretched in my hands as it were clear she was not going to take it from me. I coiled my arms back into my body and placed it next to my side as if it were a book. With a free hand I reached out and took a hold of one of hers and brought it slowly to my mouth and kissed it lightly.
“I, my Lady and Ambrose Crictpit, son of Alistar Crictpit, Baron de Perrier. We have a small estate a few hours ride from the City of Elua and I live in a town house in the East Borough.” I wondered if I had said too much or if my housing would lead her to think different of me from go. I felt tongue tired. Was that the proper way to introduce myself? Need I really say all of that, it was such a mouthful. Before I could stop myself my mind and mouth agreed that I should make my title less of a mouthful, “please feel free to call me Ambrose.”
I felt a little better after saying that. My eyes slide to the trinkets that lined the table in front of me. I was unaware of what they are. “Do these hold some interest to you, Lady Majia?” I released her hand.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 21, 2010 12:42:49 GMT -5
It took me a moment to realise, when he retreated his hand with the painting, that he was offering it to me. I felt a little dumb for not having accepted it, though he did not take it as a slight, or so it semeed, as he grinned and took my hand, kissing the back of it.
"Mmm," I murmured, 'enchante," I purred with a short curtsy, feeling the softness of his lips on the back of my hand before he released it. "What a lovely name for a man... Ambrose," I murmured, tasting his name on my tongue and choosing not to prattle on with titles and familial ties.
His attnetion slid for a moment to the Tsingano's table of wares, then back to me. The way he looked at me, I was not sure if he was just happy in general, or if in talking to me he had become so elated. I of course, would prefer to think it the latter. I smiled my same lopsided grin as I turned my attnetion to the table.
"Yes, actually. I have been eyeing this one charm that I think I just might purchase," I said, making it sound like it was nothing importnat, knowing the woman to be listening in intently on our conversation, and hoping my facade of lacking interest might cut down the haggling I would have to go through. My gut instinct, on the other hand, told me the item was quite otherwise.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 21, 2010 12:58:51 GMT -5
Every time she turned her attention back to me I felt glued the place where her eyes held me. I felt their graze trace my features and caress me with her simple look. The blood started to flow thick under my skin and my breath came up a bit short, but then she looked back towards the table and my world became still once more. I knew some what of Tsingano's methods in haggling.
“I don’t see your interest in that. It looks rather plain and tiresome.” The longer she gazed upon the charm, the more the jealousy seemed to bubble under my skin. It was funny; I am often a man of a very free nature but since she had looked away from my face and the heat now only hovered above my skin, I was already starting to miss the knee bending pressure of her gaze. I wanted to be the object she looked at; the one her eyes held in captivity, for the longer she looked upon my face, the more it would be recorded in her memory.
With a slight amount of courage I took her hand once more and started to move backwards pulling her along with me. “The tent over there, with that grey haired woman, she seems like she has much better charms to indulge you whimsical wishes and at a cheaper price My Lady”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 21, 2010 15:48:54 GMT -5
He had caught on to my game, and I smiled at his quick wit. If it was anything that I found attractive in a man, it was his intelligence and quick-wittedness, if he lacked one or the other, or heaven forbid, both, I found them tiresome and unworthy of my time. To say the least, then, this man had piqued my interest. he took my hand, and there was a spark, a slight one, but enough to let me know that there might be something more interesting with him than I had already assessed. I let the moment slide, though, and smiled up at him, drawing my gaze from the woman's table we had stood before to the tent on the other side. The woman there, gray haired and wizened, looked up at us at just the right time, catching our eyes and waving us over to have a look at her wares. I smiled, nd looked back to Ambrose.
"You know," I said with a soft sigh, "you are probably right, though," I said, glancing back at the woman whose trinket I wanted, "we shouldn't discount this lady here, she might just be willing to sell it for a good enough price," as if it were an after thought, I turned towards the woman. She was glowering, before, but now she gave us a toothy grin. I waved my hand in teh generl direction of the charm.
"How much for that thing there?" I asked, being ambiguous.
The woman looked at me as though I was a dolt.
"What thing where, my lady?" she sneered out.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes and turned towards her, though I did not rlease Amrbose's hand. His steady warmth was inviting, and strengtheneing, which was a terrible thing seeing as I was a rather strong being myself.
"That one, right there, that .. what is it.. glass? Bauble you have there." The woman took it up in her hands and looked at it, then looked at me.
"Not for sale," she mumbled, fingering the charm. I knew it was not glass, I knew it was something far more important.
"You lie, it is on your table! Therefore, it i for sale," I whispered through clenched teeth, leering at the woman. I looked to Ambrose for any help. I did not want to resort to anything dark, especially not before such a sweet and beautiful young man, though I would if I had to.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 21, 2010 16:10:26 GMT -5
Memorized by the warmth of her hand in mine, I feel silent to the preceding that was in front of me. It had become clear to me that this trinket My Lady wanted very badly. I let my hand slide loss from Majia’s only in order to undo the sack of coins that were fitted around my belt. I let the weight of the coin cling together loudly for the woman to hear.
“Ah my Lady, I would be willing to buy this for you, but as she said it is not for sale. Let us go to that other women and I would be willing to spend every coin I have on me for any trinket that is worthy of it,” he paused just long enough to look the lady over and jostled the sack in his hands once more letting the coins cling together, “unless you’ve changed you mind and this purse could be yours Madame.”
I raised my eyebrows towards the woman, only giving her a second or so to answer. I took up Majia’s hand as I started to turn away once more. I smiled when I heard the lady call back to us, willing for strike up a deal now. I let go of the coin sack on the table and took the charm from the Tsingano woman and smiled as I handed it to my Lady.
“A gift for you” I handed it over willingly, willing to do anything to keep my strange foreign lady happy. I leaned it, now perhaps we shall go before she opens that bag and tries to have my head for it.” With that I pulled Lady Majia away from the table.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 22, 2010 9:31:30 GMT -5
With the charm in hand I could feel its power and i smiled sweetly as Ambrose gave the old woman his bag of coin, and then pulled me away.
"Why on earth would she come after you?" I asked with a wide grin, "unless tht bag is full of fobs or ha'pennies and you've duped her," I teased. "In which case I would have to certainly commend you on your bravery and slight of hand," I smiled. We weaved through the crowd and I swear that I could hear a loud angry scream as we rounded the corner.
"Either way," I said, stopping for a second to look up into his face, "thank you kindly Amrbose. It seems you have done me two services today. I might have to name yuo my champion."
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 22, 2010 14:24:27 GMT -5
“I said I had a bag of coins… I never said how worthy they were or how much their worth…. Let’s just say you got that for next to nothing….” My eyes slid sideways over to her face as I smiled in an almost shameful manner. It was not hard to deceive money greedy people. All she saw was a large bag of coins and the attire in which I and the lady were dressed. It was no fault of mine that she chose to assume such things, but then again it was deceitful.
She stood moving herself nearly in front of me blocking my path and brought us to a dead stop. A loud angry cry sounded behind us. I winced, pulling my eye brows together and my nose up at the same time, squinting my eyes. Her eyes soon held me captured again within her gaze. I felt my blood run thick under my skin and my heart joyously skin a beat. Every point of my body was some how very aware of how close she was to me at the moment. I swallowed hard. I tried to think about what services I had done for her today but my mind was so clouded to think properly. A sounds spilt out of my mouth and surrounded us. It was laughter.
“Champion, I think title is deserving of someone who has actually done a heroic dear my Lady,” my deep brown eyes twinkled into hers; I could see the flames there flicker in my reflection.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 22, 2010 14:46:44 GMT -5
He swallowed hard and, before I knew it, he was laughing. My eyes opened, brightening. Well, of all reactions that was the one I had least expected. It was something very interesting to surprise me, and he had been doing it with one surprise after the other from the moment he had gotten my attention.
"Oh well, if you knew just how important this charm is," I said with a grin as my eyes held his gaze, "then perhaps you would accept the title, hmm?" I inquired, tilting my head sideways as I looked up at him, getting a better look. His face was angular, but not too hard with edges too sharp that I could cut myself on them. His eyes were a deep chocolatey brown, but held a playful spark amidst the warmth of them. And in his eyes I could see my reflection, distroted from the roundness of his eye, and saw my wry grin. I could not help but to giggle then, seeing me as he saw me.
"Well it is her own fault, either way. If she was a savvy businesswoman she would have asked to see teh coin, would have tested it too, to see if it was real. It was a fair trade," I chuckled. "And for that I should at least offer you dinner, or a drink, or both."
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 22, 2010 15:35:22 GMT -5
I reached for her other hand and now hand both in my own two, they were linked together filling in the gaps between our bodies.
“You, my Lady, My call me whatever you wish. Mayhap one day you will call me your own,” I smiled warmly; eyes twinkling. My stomach let out a low sound that broke the brief moment that silence that lapsed as I gazed into her eyes. I had last eaten at sunrise when I was up and about looking out the window delighted at the new snow fall. In many ways I was a child at heart and delighted in such simple pleasures.
“I would be honored to dine with thee,” in a very formal manner, while still holding both of her hands, I ducked my head towards her.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 22, 2010 15:51:17 GMT -5
I found myself smiling up at him, and almost giggling at how darned sweet, and how adorable he was, but also then how terribly corruptible too. I tried to reign in that side of me, the dark side that looked to break everything innocent and see what happened next. Instead I tilted my head, and looked into his eyes as he spoke to me with formality.
"My own," I mused, "like a pet or a lover?" I asked before laughing softly, leaning up on the tips of my toes so that I could place a kiss on his cheek. I lingered there a moment longer than I ought to have before pulling back. " And good," I said simply. "I think somewhere around here should suffice, and if you're good company," I said with a wry grin, "perhaps we could do dessert or drinks elsewhere," elsewhere being my town home, of course. I knew my mother would be at the shop all night, besides she was never very difficult when it came to me bringing men home.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 22, 2010 16:32:47 GMT -5
Her lips were like sweet velvet to the touch; warm and smooth. My skin tingled slightly where his lips brushed over my skin. It had been a long time since a woman had displayed such affection on me. Adella and I had parted some years ago and since then I had only sought after friendship, or a nights company. She had this way about her that made me feel as if I were truly her one and only. Pet or Love? my thoughts echoed her question. “For you my Lady, I would grovel at the chance to be either. Put a led on me if you will it, I’d be more than happy to follow along like a love sick pup.” I flushed following the meaning of her next comment. “Well then, it seems I would be more use to you as a lover.” I lifted her hand once more to my lips and kissed it softly.
I had to pull myself away. Her eyes alone were eating me alive. My whole body was set aflame and I could not yearn more if I dared dreamed it. With much regret I pulled my eyes from her holding lock and released her hands, and offered her my elbow as to escort her to the near by café. “Shall we?”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 23, 2010 6:22:14 GMT -5
He nigh swooned, I could have sworn it, as he spoke his words to me, as if he was under a spell, and I had to wonder if I had cast one subconsciously, but no, he had come up to me first before I had even seen him. His cheeks flushed, blushing, and I wondered at just how innocent he was. Of course, I said nothing of the sort, enjoying his company and what it brought. He took my hand and kissed it as he had done earlier, his soft lips warm against my skin. Then, he pulled back, breaking away from my gaze, and offering me his arm. I took it with a smile and walked in step beside him. My hips brushed his as we walked, and I leaned lightly on his arm.
"Oh yes, we shall," I said with a soft laugh. "What do you feel like eating?"
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 23, 2010 6:29:02 GMT -5
Nothing changed, and yet everything changed when she took my arm. I could feel the lightness of her weight as she leaned into me, our hips brushing as we took a step forward. I let my mind wonder as walking was a very automotive task and one that did not require much thinking. This was symbolic and ironic. Arms linked, souls joined, taking our first steps together, leaning on one another for support. The balance seemed perfect. Could this be a perfect union? A perfect union between the two of us? Or were we only great walking partners? Either way, as I pulled myself back to the here and now, I was enjoying it.
“I did pass a café in Elua’s Square on the way here; it’s a short walk around the corner there if you wish. They will have a warm drink and hot food.” I thought about what I had just asked a Lady to do. “Or mayhap I will ask that man over there if he would let us ride in his carriage for the trip….”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 23, 2010 8:36:02 GMT -5
I laughed softly at his suggestion, raising a brow incredulously, but in play, as I turned my attention towards him.
"Now, my Lord Cricktpit, do you honestly think me so frail that a few minutes in the crisp winter air will cause my constituion to fail?" I asked, feigning disdain before laughing again, "I rather enjoy a good walk," I explained, "and am certainly not of that frail sort of woman that would cower at it. If you want to go this cafe, then there we shall go," I said as my final answer. "Unless, of course, you find the coolness in the air too bothersome?" I asked, jokingly of course.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 23, 2010 14:13:39 GMT -5
Her response reddened my cheeks in shame. Of course I did not think her too weak of fragile but I did think her a Lady and ladies were not meant to walk out in the cold as that is what common folk endure.
“No, no my Lady you mistake, I only did not want to treat you improperly is all. I think you very capable of taking care of yourself.” I was in such a hurry to explain myself I nearly tripped over all my words, as I wished I could have taken them all back. Silence truly was a blessing. Mayhap it was best if I just kept my mouth shut. I focused my eyes forward and pressed my lips tightly together as we walked around the corner.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 23, 2010 14:19:59 GMT -5
I could not help but giggle, this time, at his blushing.
"Oh dear," I murmured, shaking my head slightly, playfully, "Ambrose, my dear, you will find that I am a very hard person to insult, and I take very little offence," I grinned at him, leaning up as I walked, on my toes, to kiss his cheek, "do not fret. I am sure when you spend a little more time with me you will realise I am not as stuffy as some of the high bred women here," I laughed, wrinkling my nose at the notion. Me? Stuffy? Gods forbid!
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 23, 2010 14:26:33 GMT -5
With her warming touch, like a warm knife through butter, I felt my stiff exterior melt away. My shoulder relaxed and my mouth curled into a smile. I raised my free hand and cupped it over the hand she had laces under, and resting on my arm. “Ah, you say that as if we shall be spending a lot of time together,” I gave her a cooked little smile as I opened the door to the café for her and then followed in after. “I do very much like the sound of that.”
We found an empty table near a window. I helped her take off her coat before I took off my own cloak folding them over the backs of a spare chair near by. I felt the tad bits of frozen winter retreat as I involuntarily shivered once ridding myself of any chill. A house maid come to us then with warm tea and filled both glassed. ”The café is serving warm vegetable soup and rolls today; will that suit your Lord and Lady?” I looked over at Majia for her approval as it was more than fine by me.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 23, 2010 14:34:11 GMT -5
His tension melted away, and he smiled. He was rather beautiful when he smiled, well, he was beautiful regardless, but even moreso when he was not watching his manners in case they should run away and leave him behind. He opened the door for me, and with an inclination of my head, I entered in before him. We walked to an empty table, where he took my cloak, and set it on the back of my chair. i sat down across from him, a soft smile ever present on my lips, and as he looked to me for approval, I nodded.
"Yes that sounds lovely, thank you," I said looking to the girl. She looked at us both, me with my wild curls and rather daringly thin gown, and Ambrose, with his easy smile and handsome charm. I almost laughed but instead just smiled wider. She had brought us two menus, and set them before us on the table, and then left.
"I hope that you are planning on eating more than just soup and rolls," I teased. I certainly was. I was famished from trying to find the damned charm, but I had found it, and my hunger had let itself be known.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 23, 2010 14:53:10 GMT -5
I smiled looking over the menu at her. I was hungry but just being there with her and looking into her eyes I was fully satisfied. I lifted the menu once more glancing over it,” I think I will have the chicken pot pie….” He glared at the menu for a second in deep thought. “yes, I will have that. What do you find pleasing?” He put the menu down in front of him and gazed once more into her captivating eyes.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 23, 2010 15:08:06 GMT -5
Even as he glanced at the menu, the majority of the time his eyes were on me. I could not help but to smile, even though my menu hid the one on my lips. It was teh kind that reached my eyes, and those seemed to be his main focus. I looked down at the menu as he put his down, reading over the different dishes.
"You know," I murmured, looking over teh items once more, "I think I may follow suit and order the same," I said, placing my menu down on the tabletop before I brought an elbow up and rested my chin in my hand.
"It sounds like a good dish," I said with a grin as I looked up at him, my head tilted slightly. "So Ambrose, when did you come to the City?" I asked.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 24, 2010 6:13:19 GMT -5
While she looking upon the menu and picked out what she wanted to eat, it gave me a chance to really study her at a closer distance. Her skin was a creamy nutmeg color, and it seemed as if some of the suns rays were caught beneath her skin that made her constantly glow. Her eyes, like my own, we dark pools. Hers however was so deep I thought mayhap if I looked into them long enough so mystery would be unlocked. Her lips were perfectly shaped, smooth and plump. And her figure was to die for, for she actually had one, not like many of the stickly looking girls in the village. My eyes still moved over her appearance as I answered her question.
“I only moved here, mayhap, a week ago? I arrived right before the first cool winds entered the city my Lady. I wrote to the queen and she said I could study in her library.” Now, I thought, a question for a question. “Why did you want that charm so bad back there at the market?”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 24, 2010 8:40:42 GMT -5
I could feel his eyes on me and when I looked at him, there they were, examining me. I smiled softly as he answered my question, and posed one of his own.
"The charm," I said softly, "well, I was not too sure what I was out looking for, I just had this feeling that there was something out there that needed to be found by me, and when I saw the charm, I knew." I took it out of my purse to look more carefully at it. It was It was an onyx stone, with a single line of blood red down the centre that seemed to pulsate. There was something deeply dark and deeply magical about it. "I have a feeling it might be of some very important use in my... profession," I said, using the term loosely and handing it to him so that he might take a look at it.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 24, 2010 19:59:15 GMT -5
I took the charm into my hands and I looked at it, spinning it around in my hands slowly. I prayed to Gods that it looked like I knew what I was doing for I had no idea about gems or stones or rocks for that matter. One in the same if you ask me. “Oh very interesting…” I acted even more interested in the shinny rock. “and what is this profession?”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 25, 2010 8:36:13 GMT -5
I laughed as I put my hand out for him to hand it back. It was rather obvious he knew nothing about it, the stone, its properties, and especially its powers, but then again, not many people would.
"It is lovely, indeed," I said wtih a smile, "I will have to look about finding a chain for it. And the profession... well...you could say im.... a magician of sorts," I said with a wry grin, "a witch. I suppose its more than just a profession, it is a life style," I said with a wry grin. "I hope that doesn't scare you."
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 25, 2010 9:16:28 GMT -5
I handed the rock back to her happily not seeing it as anything other than a rock. At least she something more to it, beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all. I’m a witch” the words echoed in between my ears. I’m a witch”…. Is that why I felt a connection to her? did she cast some sort of spell over me? Without thinking I reclined backwards in my chair, as if trying to create some distance between us. Was I thinking my own thoughts? Was I even hungry? Did I even like chicken pot pie? She said she liked that too, maybe she wanted me to get that. I reached for the glass of water in front of me. I lifted it to my mouth then paused and looked into the clear water. Was there something in my water? A smile appeared on my lips. I went ahead and drank the water. I was being silly. I placed the glass back on the table. “So what do you mean by witch?” my voice dropped whether I meant it to or not, but it did. My eyes shifted to those around us.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 25, 2010 9:26:29 GMT -5
I watched as understanding dawned on his features, and he leaned back. I had to frown a little at that, and sigh too, for it was the usual response I got. I could see him doubting, wondering, fearing, and where it normally would have made me feel powerful, it made me feel rather sad in this instance with Ambrose.
"I have not done anything to you if that is what you are worried about," I mumbled now, taking up my own glass of water to drink from. "I do not harm others," at least on a regular basis, I thought, though I left that part out. "I am.. a witch. I use various methods to see into the past, the present, the future. I make potions to cure ailments, I make potions to arouse lovers, and practice other arts of teh occult, some of which are not the most savoury, I will admit," I said wtih a soft smile, "I do not eat bats, or frogs, or snakes. I do not have warts or stand over a cualdron. I do not fly on a broom, though I can move things with my will. Basically though, for the populace of Terre d'Ange, all I do is tell fortunes, and spoojk a few people. Those who know me and my mother well come to us when they need things to soothe their babes, or to ease pain. Still scared?" I asked, looking at him earnestly, with a soft smile.
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Post by Ambrose Crictpit on Jun 26, 2010 8:58:58 GMT -5
I leaned forward, my upper body now covering the table and took her hand in mind. It felt as if I had swallowed a magnet and she had the other half. We were forced together and it felt so right. “Of you My Lady, I am terrified…” a warm honey milk smile warmed my own face, “but not of what you are but rather, of what you do to me… without magic….or so you claim…” I was jesting and I raised my eyebrows to her to let her know it was only a jest. I thought over what she had just shared with me. I laughed to myself at the thought of her leaning over a cauldron with a fat eaten bat in one hand and maybe a frog leg or so in the other. More importantly though, given my dream of a profession, my mind wondered to how she healed. “Maybe share with me some of your healing power?
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jun 26, 2010 12:26:19 GMT -5
He grasped my hand with his own and looked into my eyes, sincerity in every word that left his lips. How could he feel so strongly when he had just met me? It was baffling, especially since I really had not used any magic.
"Do not be terrified," I said with a soft smile, "I will not skin you alive and eat you for supper I promise," I teased. "As for the healing powers... we shall see. Tis not something that can always be taught and understood, and one has to be worthy and believe in the powers," I explained, "but we shall see," I grinned at him, squeezing his hand gently with my own.
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