can your heart rate | ooc prompt | rise a little?

[cavalrychoir]

[align=center][div style="width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;line-height:130%;word-spacing:-0.5px;letter-spacing:0.5px;"]Romance is a big deal. Falling in love with another person was a huge deal. So huge Ren put his best foot forward when it came to desperately trying to avoid it. The concept of love and affection was pleasent in theory but a disaster in practice, according to him anyways. Now, he may have very little room to talk considering the brute of a male develops crushes faster than the speed of sound but he has good reason to be weary of it. The main reason is how he's seen it used. Granted, he grew up in a toxic environment that twisted wonderful things such as love and affection into grim and grotesque tools of destruction and manipulation. So when faced with genuine thoughtfulness, his heart would skip a beat and it's a challenge to find the words to convey how he felt. Should and when that happens, he swiftly and expertly removes himself from the situation or ignores their friendly gestures altogether. Maybe once he trusts himself enough to be alone with another, then he'll start to learn how to deal with anything and everything romance.

If any word came to mind when thinking of Ophelia, 'kind' would be the first to spring up. So when he heard a loud crash and saw the broken vase close to her form, he rushed over to investigate. Now, he and Ophelia weren't friends - that much shouldn't be confused. Perhaps they could be in the future when he learns to open up more but for now, he regarded her as 'someone he wouldn't want to see hurt.' He viewed all Tanglers this way which he suppose was a upgrade considering he really only cared for Delilah upon first joining. He still mostly cares for her but that was for other reasons he's yet to discover himself. Trotting over to first Arrow - on his way, he noticed no one seemed to be hurt which dulled his sense of urgency - he carefully helped push over some of the glass that strayed farther than the rest. Seconds later when he finished, he turned and walked off only to return with a small bin to put the shards in. Placing it down near Arrow, he shifted his attention to the black feline. "Are you feeling alright?" Came his inquiry, dull red eyes scanning her form for anything out of the ordinary.