If only that new mark along his jawline was from saving a damsel. No merely from a criminal hiding out in coerthas. It was still healing and he hoped wouldn’t be very noticeable in the long run.
Lance gently took hold of her hand that was touching his cheek and placed a short kiss on the back of her hand. Giving her one of his most charming smiles even. “Thank you for your concern, my fair lady. I have been dealt worse then this scratch. A bit of ill luck is all but Halone was watching over me to make sure I survived.”
Leave it to Lance to be ever the gentleman. Of course he was in Ishgard
right now which meant he was always on his best behavior. He was a
knight for Haillenarte. His actions would reflect upon them, good or
bad.
Rinoa could not help but get goosebumps after he kissed the back of her hand. She probably blushed too, hoping that her red hair hide the fact that she was blushing. “Goodness, he is polite and charming as I remembered, and goodness so handsome.”
Rinoa’s voice went a tad high pitched a tiny bit when she opened her mouth to reply, and she knew he noticed and covered it up by clearing her throat. “Ahem, yes I remember you telling me a bit of yourself when we met at a play not long ago. I just wanted to say hello to you again and say thank you. I am always alone, so I tend to get very shy and hide away in the shadows. It was nice not being alone, for once, even if we were just standing next to each other.” she then smiled at him while she looked into his eyes. “Oh, one can get lost in those beautiful eyes of his!”
“Now, remember that I am a healer and if you ever need assistance, please do no hesitate!” She totally did not mean to shout the last part a little, and talk fast. “Ugh you dork, knock that off, he is just a friendly Knight (who just so happens to be ever so handsome, sigh). Rinoa managed to speak normal for once…………”I am here visiting a friend, we should go have some drinks or dinner sometime, just to show you how thankful I am and hopefully become friends. But I best let you go, as I tend to ramble when I am shy. Hopefully see you soon again!.” And with that, Rinoa started walking away and almost hitting a wall close by as she did not pay attention…………thank goodness she was at a corner so she could hide her clumsiness and disappear.
If only that new mark along his jawline was from saving a damsel. No merely from a criminal hiding out in coerthas. It was still healing and he hoped wouldn’t be very noticeable in the long run.
Lance gently took hold of her hand that was touching his cheek and placed a short kiss on the back of her hand. Giving her one of his most charming smiles even. “Thank you for your concern, my fair lady. I have been dealt worse then this scratch. A bit of ill luck is all but Halone was watching over me to make sure I survived.”
Leave it to Lance to be ever the gentleman. Of course he was in Ishgard
right now which meant he was always on his best behavior. He was a
knight for Haillenarte. His actions would reflect upon them, good or
bad.
Normally Alex went to Sanagi when he got injured. It had become a regular thing with them now. Today he had her make a house call.
Letting her work as he always did. He was used to her presence and touch. When her fingers traced over one of the old scars… His hand snapped up to grab her hand. His touch though was gentle, yet restrained. A simple reaction because none of the scars he bore was earned gently. A part of him though recognized Sanagi as someone he trusted and was able to keep himself from hurting her.
“Sana…” His eyes looked conflicted as he first looked at her and then down to his hand holding hers. Slowly he withdrew his hand as he closed his eyes. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Purple hues watched him wanting, as always, to help relieve some of the pain that lingered in his crimson ones. “Don’t be sorry.” Her off hand took his hand back as she shifted positions. “I should have been more careful but….” She laid her head on his shoulder, careful with her horns and her free hand reached the the myriad of scars on his left hand. She slowly and purposefully traced the one on the back of his hand, before turning it over and doing the same to the two on the palm side all the while talking low in almost a murmur to him. “They’re a part of you. They’re the parts that say you’re a survivor. I believe…. without someone accepting all of it, all of you, that it will be a much longer road for you to accept it all. For you to move on to the better things you say you want.”
She stopped tracing and looked up at his face again. “I accept you for it all, and I know that’s hard to believe but I do. I think you’re beautiful, in all of it.” At this point she was just gently holding his hands. Hoping desperately to convey everything she wanted, even though she realized there was plenty she wasn’t saying. She was biting her lower lip, like she did so often, but this time, there was a small tinge of blood at the edge of it where she had bitten just a little too hard. She still hadn’t even noticed.
It had been a minor wound though long. Yet another one to add to the many scars hidden beneath clothes. This was was just clearly more visible then most. With it not being something that would kill him, he’d taken time to stop for a few drinks. Just how he usually behaved when an injury wasn’t life threatening.
He was paying just enough attention to realize someone had come up beside him at the bar. But not enough to notice right away that it was a pretty woman. He was quick to pull his arm away from her with a soft growl when her fingers touched it. Finally looking over and raising a brow at the pretty elezen.
“Do you always just touch people who might hit you for it?” There was actually a slight hint of amusement to his tone as he looked her over. Though his expression was still more of a frown. “No it doesn’t hurt. Not much does after a few glasses of whiskey. Why are you concerned with a stranger anyways? Unless… You’re looking for a different kind of attention.” Now he smirked as he raised his glass up to take a drink.
Rinoa smirked and replied to the gentleman. “Now there is a gruff I recognize. Trust me dearest, you are not the first grump I have come across.” She tilts her head as she pictures her grump. “And I can probably dodge a hit, or try to, before you strike, from practice from dealing with others. I am a healer and was only concerned, as I saw that it was still a bit red, probably from dry blood. I mean you no harm.” She then placed her hand back on his arm, as to comfort him in a way. “As for a different kind of attention, hmmm perhaps, but I guess you will have to find out for yourself after a few of these……” She then flags the bartender that had her drinks ready as she has been known to drink whiskey also to forget about her troubles and regularly visits there when she is in town. She then hands him a drink and tips hers in his direction and nodding her head, “Cheers.” And she then starts to walk away.
Spirit of the Warlock 