2nd of Spring, 515 AV
Lorden's heart jumped a bit, at Asen's feigned anger. Soon the girl was swinging back at him, like a scorned-but-coy pendulum. And as the blonde stuck her own arms out, much like he had but ticks before, the twenty-year old's mind raced.
Almost without warning a haze of fearful worry, covered the knight's mind. He had to protect himself. He had to fight back!
"The petch was that for, eh?" the blond said, almost playfully, as she came at her superior. Lorden's free arm shot up defensively, and reached for the Squire. But at the last minute -and before he could 'fight back- the man caught the distinctive and strangely soothing tone, that characterized Asen's voice, and marked her as being the only person that she could be.
The knight blinked, as he allowed his left hand to redirect subconsciously, and grab much more gingerly than it almost had, at the wrist of Asen's own non-dominant hand.
What had he'd been thinking? Nothing that Asen had done so far, even hinted at her being the kind of person, that would hurt him?
The knight's heart kept beating, but he began to regain some semblance of reality. He'd just go along. If Asen wanted to play, he'd play, the swordsman resolved with a mental sigh of relief, as his head buzzed.
And thus, as the young-old-squire put the brunt of her weight behind her 'playful' shove, Lorden jerked on her arm, and pulled the woman along through the air with him.
The knight's light form collided with the floor, like a feather with an anker tied to it, and caused a decent amount of dirt to shoot up and into the surrounding air.
"To prove a point," the knight declared with a gasp, as Asen fell with and on top of him.
Lorden forced a coy smile, and a throaty chuckle, simply out of routine. Opening his mouth, the man leaned his head up, so that his lips rested beside the blonde's delicate ear.
"Mostly, anyway" he mouthed suggestively, as a shot of confidence, followed by one of pride, ran up his spine, and into his dazed mind.
Flirting was good. Flirting was normal. If he acted like a normal person, maybe he'd go back to being normal. Maybe, just maybe, his head would cease its beating, and the emotions, that were unrelated to the current situation, would stop bubbling up into his chest. And if the gods were kind, he wouldn't mistake those that he wanted to make a good impression with, for the enemies of the past again. Maybe he could have a normal day. Though, the gods, of course, were rarely kind...
NoteAsen granted permission to pull her PC to the ground!
Almost without warning a haze of fearful worry, covered the knight's mind. He had to protect himself. He had to fight back!
"The petch was that for, eh?" the blond said, almost playfully, as she came at her superior. Lorden's free arm shot up defensively, and reached for the Squire. But at the last minute -and before he could 'fight back- the man caught the distinctive and strangely soothing tone, that characterized Asen's voice, and marked her as being the only person that she could be.
The knight blinked, as he allowed his left hand to redirect subconsciously, and grab much more gingerly than it almost had, at the wrist of Asen's own non-dominant hand.
What had he'd been thinking? Nothing that Asen had done so far, even hinted at her being the kind of person, that would hurt him?
The knight's heart kept beating, but he began to regain some semblance of reality. He'd just go along. If Asen wanted to play, he'd play, the swordsman resolved with a mental sigh of relief, as his head buzzed.
And thus, as the young-old-squire put the brunt of her weight behind her 'playful' shove, Lorden jerked on her arm, and pulled the woman along through the air with him.
The knight's light form collided with the floor, like a feather with an anker tied to it, and caused a decent amount of dirt to shoot up and into the surrounding air.
"To prove a point," the knight declared with a gasp, as Asen fell with and on top of him.
Lorden forced a coy smile, and a throaty chuckle, simply out of routine. Opening his mouth, the man leaned his head up, so that his lips rested beside the blonde's delicate ear.
"Mostly, anyway" he mouthed suggestively, as a shot of confidence, followed by one of pride, ran up his spine, and into his dazed mind.
Flirting was good. Flirting was normal. If he acted like a normal person, maybe he'd go back to being normal. Maybe, just maybe, his head would cease its beating, and the emotions, that were unrelated to the current situation, would stop bubbling up into his chest. And if the gods were kind, he wouldn't mistake those that he wanted to make a good impression with, for the enemies of the past again. Maybe he could have a normal day. Though, the gods, of course, were rarely kind...
NoteAsen granted permission to pull her PC to the ground!
