a thousand times I tempted fate;
For a moment as he stands within the pulling current of the rising waters doing his best to avoid eye contact he cannot help the fascination of his closeness now. For despite the fact the storms seems to leech some of the warmth of all that was around him he can feel her own, her own body heat as his body seems to crave that simple warmth. For it had been years since he had been within reach of another without the violent intent. A brief thought pops in his head before it quickly dies, for in that moment he wants to reach out and touch her as if to verify she is real and not some deceiving hallucination. To relish the life so close to him but instead he just enjoys it in his silence, as he breathes in her scent into his lungs. Ears soon flicker as they catch her words, as he nods his understanding. For the storm was not yet upon them and they did indeed have time, until the safety was comprised, but time for what? As his brows furrow at her words, a crack of lighting ignites the dark sky in a glow.
As his foots slips a little in the current causing his weight to shift it is then he looks to her, orange eyes taking advantage of the closer inspection. There is nothing crude in his appraisal just mere curiosity for she is the first he has met in his search for Everlyse. She is far more refined than his scarred bulk. Slightly taller than him and sleek, graceful to his mass. It is when he follows the trail of her silver tipped hairs to her face does he realize she is looking at him and his eyes widen for a moment in shock wondering if he had been caught as he clears his throat guilty. He cannot help but admire her. Females back home where ragged and torn, some who even surpassed him in scars. Vile and manipulative creatures that he had once enjoyed fighting, for beauty in his world did not exist, perhaps it was why he cannot help but look at what is before him knowing well that it did not define her.
After his debacle of an introduction he is surprised when she moves closer, he itches to distance himself afraid the closer she gets the more likely he will make a fool of himself. Watching as she moves with ease for as each step she takes the wider his eyes seem to go until the warmth he had felt before is now overwhelming. She shifts until she is aligned against the current, yet her eyes never leave him and he seems to swallow nosily. Her voice is like a snap back into reality as she in turn gives her own name, as his cheeks warm slightly and his tail seems to give a soft wave at the fact she had not run from him. "Daenerys.." He tests it from his tongue, wondering how his voice will give it life. "It is nice to meet you Daenerys.." He whispers lowly, unsure if she knows just how truly nice it was, since the last interaction he had was violence.
He shifts as well aligning side by side to the female, forcing himself to not break the connection their eyes seem to hold but not preventing the warmth in his cheeks at the fact. As another round of thunder and lighting takes the skies, "Do you enjoy the water?.. The storm?.." This is his attempt of a conversation seeking the things she liked or maybe did not. Trying to not make his impression far worse. As the water rushes between his feet, soaking his chest as it continues down it's path. As his eyes shift briefly to small space between them as he looks back and his tongue voices his thoughts. "You are warm.." He states this with an almost awe quality, despite the fact they are not touching he can feel her. Until he realizes exactly what he had said, which had not been meant for her ears to hear. There is a sheepish look on his face as he looks away not even attempting to fix that, afraid he would make it worse if he tried to explain. So he is silent and finding his attention elsewhere than the female who is warmth when all he he has known was the cold.
Jericho. six - no mate - no imprint - nowhere |