Gilva looked out to the bay, and noted how different the climate was to Avanthal. There was a contrast between the reflection of the sun on the ocean, and the snow-covered mountains. There was a hint of irony in the idea of having the heat in the ocean; and the chill on land. Even more so, this was reflected in the meeting between these two individuals. The ocean reflected the sunlight was displayed by the idea that the girl was shaped by her environment and experiences. While the snow-covered mountains was a nod to the boy being blanketed by his emotions.
She had finally given him the permission to speak, further cementing her role as the more dominant individual present. The fact that Gilva complied to her commands did nothing but assert his submissiveness. Their relationship at this point, had become that of a master and slave. Whether the girl knew it or not, the moment she took possession of his back pack; was the same moment that she took possession of Gilva. The girl turned her back on him as she spoke; which was clearly an indication of superiority since she wasn't compelled to look him in the eyes.
Upon hearing the details of the arrangement, a small smile formed across his lips. He loved to tell stories; it was a skill that was imbued within his blood. The difference between information and a story was miniscule, if the details of the story weren't fabricated, that is. "I accept the terms of your deal." he replied.
Both words and freedom escaped his lips. He had planned to acquire a loan to help fund his expenses but was fortunate enough to meet a new acquaintance and to temporarily put his trauma behind him. Unfortunately, setting the problem aside and truly facing adversity were two very different things.
Gilva's ears skewed the girls words, causing him to think that she believed that he was special. Why else would she be willing to wait for him at the same location of every night? This simply fanned the flames, and caused his ego to grow.
The two then locked eyes, and he used his grey irises to gaze into her brown hues. Since he had become indebted to her, this moment held more meaning than it probably should have. This was an acknowledgement that he would have to live to fulfill her bidding; she had metaphorically became the center of his world. And it seemed to him, that it was worth it, for she would be giving him all of the attention in the world; and he wouldn't even have to use any of his performing skills to get it. She was soothing his emotions, and essentially prevented him from completely abandoning his life in despair.
"I don't think there is any reason for you to not trust me." he answered.
She had finally given him the permission to speak, further cementing her role as the more dominant individual present. The fact that Gilva complied to her commands did nothing but assert his submissiveness. Their relationship at this point, had become that of a master and slave. Whether the girl knew it or not, the moment she took possession of his back pack; was the same moment that she took possession of Gilva. The girl turned her back on him as she spoke; which was clearly an indication of superiority since she wasn't compelled to look him in the eyes.
Upon hearing the details of the arrangement, a small smile formed across his lips. He loved to tell stories; it was a skill that was imbued within his blood. The difference between information and a story was miniscule, if the details of the story weren't fabricated, that is. "I accept the terms of your deal." he replied.
Both words and freedom escaped his lips. He had planned to acquire a loan to help fund his expenses but was fortunate enough to meet a new acquaintance and to temporarily put his trauma behind him. Unfortunately, setting the problem aside and truly facing adversity were two very different things.
Gilva's ears skewed the girls words, causing him to think that she believed that he was special. Why else would she be willing to wait for him at the same location of every night? This simply fanned the flames, and caused his ego to grow.
The two then locked eyes, and he used his grey irises to gaze into her brown hues. Since he had become indebted to her, this moment held more meaning than it probably should have. This was an acknowledgement that he would have to live to fulfill her bidding; she had metaphorically became the center of his world. And it seemed to him, that it was worth it, for she would be giving him all of the attention in the world; and he wouldn't even have to use any of his performing skills to get it. She was soothing his emotions, and essentially prevented him from completely abandoning his life in despair.
"I don't think there is any reason for you to not trust me." he answered.
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