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.
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.
Virae was still someone he hadn’t known for very long. Maybe a month now? Yet he trusted her. Like him, she shared the emotional scars of abuse as well as the physical ones. She was someone he found he wanted to protect. As rare as that happened being who Alex was.
She had come by to check on him. Or maybe he had hinted at wanting her to come by for a minor injury. Maybe so he could check on her. Almost not trusting her to still be alright after the scare the week before. Yet too proud to admit that was really why he wanted her to come by.
The moment her hand touched across one of the old scars, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. His growl was soft and his grip was firm but not painfully so. He looked troubled for a long moment before pulling Virae close and hugging her. Reminding himself she was still alive.
“Sorry, Virae. Just… Don’t touch those. Please…” He wasn’t ready to let Virae touch those scars. Not yet.
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