04-16-2021, 06:08 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Gentle the creak, a chorus announcing as the light pressure of each step added another note. Mistaken, deemed as the hull resting, the protest of wood aged struck by each wave. The correction made in graceless fashion, presence marked nu proximity, a warmth compared to the still and stale air. About eyes turned, the fine strands lying along the length of spine bristling, brief the shift of weight. A bounce of sorts, odd the little movement shifting into a step back.
Words failed even as they arose, pressed against the back of his throat in a harsh rush, thickly swallowed back. Ease in part his frayed nerves as the realisation struck, identity one tied to his own, though such he had grown incapable of speaking aloud for wrong felt bridging a gap he felt beyond him. In time quelled the notion he was unfit, may view the other as the connection she held on the basis of the one which extended the olive branch. For now he merely looked to Vayne, a struggle ensuing to say anything to rationalise his response to her approach.
None came to mind, empty the few discarded, lacking in a manner that made them unsuitable. Brief the smile fixed in place, the only method of greeting he trusted himself to commit to, slow the turn, attention once more upon the central figure in the situation. It seemed she acted a mirror to his own uneasy response, jolting in a show of surprise. Back his ears fell, chin falling, excuses forming. Of course unexpected, and possibly even unwelcome, his presence during such a time, mouth beginning to move as his vision returned to Lumia in a quick upward flick.
Halted his tongue, captured between teeth as a smile was put forth, apparent that the gesture was meant to placate him. Wrong felt this, no action the beta had performed in any way taken as a slight or wrong, his intrusion not as easily categorised in a similar way. The words that broke the silence further point of confusion, though so too it a balm to his nerves, uneasy the laughter that fell from his lips. An immediate response it, a nervous edge about the dwindling sound, paw rising and rubbing along the opposing leg.
"I'm sure we could find something, a uh… room warming gift." Rather idiotic felt the words even as Harland spoke them, it was a practice he knew of and seemed applicable even if the modification was evident. The conversation continued without need of his own input, something he was grateful for, absent minded his acknowledgement of the fact of sound being no true issue here. Indeed was there truth in the statement of the tavern often being rather loud, the visitors often uncaring as the hours wore on to the occupants above, a reprieve the silence of the closed off room.
With his part seemingly finished, and mind now slowly working over a few possibilities to acquire a suitable item that may add something extra, once more was his attention caught. Strange that it had turned back upon him, the question one that left him dumbfounded. There had been no secret of his own house hunting, while a situation he deemed temporary to be freed from the highly trafficked tavern speaking on it made it all seem too real. The offer of finding an arrangement as Lumia had settled upon stuck out, her remark of assisting with sleep bringing forth a grimace. The chance was there though exactly how it may assist escaped him, still uneasy his stomach with the constant motion.
"I had not thought of that," he spoke in a soft tone, gaze once more moving about the space. If the rest were like this, the set up simple enough to allow move in without much issue, it may work as a temporary solution, his departure no far wish, rather an assured event awaiting only the opportunity to be put into motion. "I'll be sure to keep it in mind, it does seem much more cozy than the tavern."
Words failed even as they arose, pressed against the back of his throat in a harsh rush, thickly swallowed back. Ease in part his frayed nerves as the realisation struck, identity one tied to his own, though such he had grown incapable of speaking aloud for wrong felt bridging a gap he felt beyond him. In time quelled the notion he was unfit, may view the other as the connection she held on the basis of the one which extended the olive branch. For now he merely looked to Vayne, a struggle ensuing to say anything to rationalise his response to her approach.
None came to mind, empty the few discarded, lacking in a manner that made them unsuitable. Brief the smile fixed in place, the only method of greeting he trusted himself to commit to, slow the turn, attention once more upon the central figure in the situation. It seemed she acted a mirror to his own uneasy response, jolting in a show of surprise. Back his ears fell, chin falling, excuses forming. Of course unexpected, and possibly even unwelcome, his presence during such a time, mouth beginning to move as his vision returned to Lumia in a quick upward flick.
Halted his tongue, captured between teeth as a smile was put forth, apparent that the gesture was meant to placate him. Wrong felt this, no action the beta had performed in any way taken as a slight or wrong, his intrusion not as easily categorised in a similar way. The words that broke the silence further point of confusion, though so too it a balm to his nerves, uneasy the laughter that fell from his lips. An immediate response it, a nervous edge about the dwindling sound, paw rising and rubbing along the opposing leg.
"I'm sure we could find something, a uh… room warming gift." Rather idiotic felt the words even as Harland spoke them, it was a practice he knew of and seemed applicable even if the modification was evident. The conversation continued without need of his own input, something he was grateful for, absent minded his acknowledgement of the fact of sound being no true issue here. Indeed was there truth in the statement of the tavern often being rather loud, the visitors often uncaring as the hours wore on to the occupants above, a reprieve the silence of the closed off room.
With his part seemingly finished, and mind now slowly working over a few possibilities to acquire a suitable item that may add something extra, once more was his attention caught. Strange that it had turned back upon him, the question one that left him dumbfounded. There had been no secret of his own house hunting, while a situation he deemed temporary to be freed from the highly trafficked tavern speaking on it made it all seem too real. The offer of finding an arrangement as Lumia had settled upon stuck out, her remark of assisting with sleep bringing forth a grimace. The chance was there though exactly how it may assist escaped him, still uneasy his stomach with the constant motion.
"I had not thought of that," he spoke in a soft tone, gaze once more moving about the space. If the rest were like this, the set up simple enough to allow move in without much issue, it may work as a temporary solution, his departure no far wish, rather an assured event awaiting only the opportunity to be put into motion. "I'll be sure to keep it in mind, it does seem much more cozy than the tavern."