Post by Wepon on Aug 30, 2012 23:44:40 GMT -5
Uncharred.
It felt odd to be holding something cold in Aden's un-gloved hands, to feel the cold blister against his skin in a way that made him flinch. Unknowingly, he raised the glass to his lips, feeling the dulling buzz of alcohol hang over his mind like a thick fog.
The glow of the bar's lights blurred in the pyro's vision, looking like globes of friendly, warm fire. Smiling happily, Aden felt his chest well up with pleasure as he laid his head down on the bar counter, amber eyes fluttering shut every once in awhile as hands fiddled, feeling the numerous blisters and callouses riddling his palms and fingers, courtesy of his friend.
It felt nice to wind down, to blunt his senses after he'd returned home. Home to Shades Run to a plethora of new, shining faces that he could introduce to his friend. The fire had been growing lonely.
Aden turned, marred cheek feeling awkward and cold against the marble counter. Letting out a puff of air, he began to mumble to himself quietly, as if talking to something that wasn't there.
Alexandria Parthenon. It had been regularly busy for the Greek woman, working in her repair shop, fixing rude costumer's cars. Her boss obviously didn't care, only wanting the money. She was very patient atleast, and was greatful, at least for that. She walked with a kind of style that would have most men arching a brow at her, smiling wide and trying to sweet talk her. Alexandria was no fool though, and would strut on, the soft click of her heels the only thing falling upon her ears, and was happy about that. The men dared not to pursue her, and she couldn't help but smile smugly when they didn't do so, stunned to a point where they couldn't even walk. She smiles when she enters the small bar, for she had just got off work recently and wanted somewhere to sit and relax, not really wanting to go home just yet. She nodded to anyone that waved to her, for she was quite known here. She strolled to the bar seats, not even caring to the strange man that she sat next to, normally just ignoring people like him, not even sparring him a glance. She smiled at the bar tender, a fox looking wolf, who was normally covered up, but all around, nice. He didn't even have to ask what she wanted, and quickly got her her regular drink: Vodka. Ah yes, the fire water of the alcholic beverages, and irony at its finest, but she'd never comment about it. She thanked him, and sat at the bar, sipping at her drink every now and than, drowning herself in deep thought, oblivious to anything and anyone else around her.
Aden Dunn felt his stomach bubble with the warming liquid. He stuck to the usual spirits, adoring the almost friendly, heated sensation that clouded his head instead of the scorching hot licks of flame that were drops of the harder stuff, sake, vodka, and the like.
Groaning as someone sat down next to him, Aden's eyes stared up dazed and confused at the woman. Gaze latched onto her hair, wild and red like his own. He felt a tipsy smile grace his lips as he did not see her face or connect her name to it.
"Red..." The simple words dropped from his lips and spilled out over the tabletop like flames upon a forest.
Alexandria had found herself looking through her phone, taking occasinal sips of her vodka, and allowed the fire water to roll down her throat, allowing a strange warmth to build in her stomach. She blinked when the man next to her spoke, her stromy grey blue eyes flickering at the others, instantly opening her mouth to speak.
"Sir, are you alri--" she instantly slammed her jaw set though, a flash of a memory swarming her skull when she made contact with those eyes of those. They reminded her of fire. Deep, yet mysterious fire. If the man had been looking closely, he'd see the female grimace slightly, only to look away, her eyes wide, but her voice quiet.
"A-Are... You alright?" she mumbled as she looked away, swearing to herself that he was familiar. Way too familiar, to a point her stomach bubbled sickly.
Aden stared up at her, bright amber eyes refracting her face within their irises colorfully. He snuggled his cheek into the bar's counter, the cold feeling conflicting against the heavy burn that marred his skin. He wasn't sure if he liked it. "Red." He simply stated, eyelids drooping as a dopey smile worked itself on his features.
He acted like a child, a hand raising to mess about with the camera around his neck. He fiddled with the lenses, rotating them as his words flared up in quiet, unearthing recognition. "I like the color red. You remind me of it." Maybe if he'd been in his right mind, he would've seen through those first impressions. But for now, he simply looked content to stare.
Despite the strange crawling in her stomach, Alexandria smiled, thinking it was just paranoia knocking on her body. Of course she didn't know who this man was, she couldn't...
"Well, sir, what exactly do I remind you of?" she said with a perhaps flirty smile, finding herself staring at what was visible of the man's scar. She shivered slightly, and blinked rapidly, eyes falling back on the male.
"Whatever this 'it' is, it must be great." she stated with a ghost of a smile, taking another drink of her vodka, mentally sighing when it numbed her paranoid nerves.
It felt odd to be holding something cold in Aden's un-gloved hands, to feel the cold blister against his skin in a way that made him flinch. Unknowingly, he raised the glass to his lips, feeling the dulling buzz of alcohol hang over his mind like a thick fog.
The glow of the bar's lights blurred in the pyro's vision, looking like globes of friendly, warm fire. Smiling happily, Aden felt his chest well up with pleasure as he laid his head down on the bar counter, amber eyes fluttering shut every once in awhile as hands fiddled, feeling the numerous blisters and callouses riddling his palms and fingers, courtesy of his friend.
It felt nice to wind down, to blunt his senses after he'd returned home. Home to Shades Run to a plethora of new, shining faces that he could introduce to his friend. The fire had been growing lonely.
Aden turned, marred cheek feeling awkward and cold against the marble counter. Letting out a puff of air, he began to mumble to himself quietly, as if talking to something that wasn't there.
Alexandria Parthenon. It had been regularly busy for the Greek woman, working in her repair shop, fixing rude costumer's cars. Her boss obviously didn't care, only wanting the money. She was very patient atleast, and was greatful, at least for that. She walked with a kind of style that would have most men arching a brow at her, smiling wide and trying to sweet talk her. Alexandria was no fool though, and would strut on, the soft click of her heels the only thing falling upon her ears, and was happy about that. The men dared not to pursue her, and she couldn't help but smile smugly when they didn't do so, stunned to a point where they couldn't even walk. She smiles when she enters the small bar, for she had just got off work recently and wanted somewhere to sit and relax, not really wanting to go home just yet. She nodded to anyone that waved to her, for she was quite known here. She strolled to the bar seats, not even caring to the strange man that she sat next to, normally just ignoring people like him, not even sparring him a glance. She smiled at the bar tender, a fox looking wolf, who was normally covered up, but all around, nice. He didn't even have to ask what she wanted, and quickly got her her regular drink: Vodka. Ah yes, the fire water of the alcholic beverages, and irony at its finest, but she'd never comment about it. She thanked him, and sat at the bar, sipping at her drink every now and than, drowning herself in deep thought, oblivious to anything and anyone else around her.
Aden Dunn felt his stomach bubble with the warming liquid. He stuck to the usual spirits, adoring the almost friendly, heated sensation that clouded his head instead of the scorching hot licks of flame that were drops of the harder stuff, sake, vodka, and the like.
Groaning as someone sat down next to him, Aden's eyes stared up dazed and confused at the woman. Gaze latched onto her hair, wild and red like his own. He felt a tipsy smile grace his lips as he did not see her face or connect her name to it.
"Red..." The simple words dropped from his lips and spilled out over the tabletop like flames upon a forest.
Alexandria had found herself looking through her phone, taking occasinal sips of her vodka, and allowed the fire water to roll down her throat, allowing a strange warmth to build in her stomach. She blinked when the man next to her spoke, her stromy grey blue eyes flickering at the others, instantly opening her mouth to speak.
"Sir, are you alri--" she instantly slammed her jaw set though, a flash of a memory swarming her skull when she made contact with those eyes of those. They reminded her of fire. Deep, yet mysterious fire. If the man had been looking closely, he'd see the female grimace slightly, only to look away, her eyes wide, but her voice quiet.
"A-Are... You alright?" she mumbled as she looked away, swearing to herself that he was familiar. Way too familiar, to a point her stomach bubbled sickly.
Aden stared up at her, bright amber eyes refracting her face within their irises colorfully. He snuggled his cheek into the bar's counter, the cold feeling conflicting against the heavy burn that marred his skin. He wasn't sure if he liked it. "Red." He simply stated, eyelids drooping as a dopey smile worked itself on his features.
He acted like a child, a hand raising to mess about with the camera around his neck. He fiddled with the lenses, rotating them as his words flared up in quiet, unearthing recognition. "I like the color red. You remind me of it." Maybe if he'd been in his right mind, he would've seen through those first impressions. But for now, he simply looked content to stare.
Despite the strange crawling in her stomach, Alexandria smiled, thinking it was just paranoia knocking on her body. Of course she didn't know who this man was, she couldn't...
"Well, sir, what exactly do I remind you of?" she said with a perhaps flirty smile, finding herself staring at what was visible of the man's scar. She shivered slightly, and blinked rapidly, eyes falling back on the male.
"Whatever this 'it' is, it must be great." she stated with a ghost of a smile, taking another drink of her vodka, mentally sighing when it numbed her paranoid nerves.