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Post by rayvan on Jan 11, 2009 22:44:54 GMT -6
Rayvan felt like she had been run over by the Amtrak train, she had known better than to indulge as she did last night but against her better judgment she had more drinks than she usually had in a year. She had slept most of the day and still now her head pounded like a rock band was banging around inside of her skull, and her mouth even after she had brushed her teeth and downed what seemed like several gallons of water still felt pasty and dry.
Looking at the many boxes littering her new home had made her groan in trepidation, sending her out of the door seeking some place where she might find peace and quiet and be out in the fresh air. She had found that place in the Forest Preserve, it was a beautiful place.
She walked the many paths that wound in and around the trees, basking in the quiet of this place in the middle of the noisy busy city. Rayvan had finally settled upon a bench and now gazed at the beauty that surrounded her. Even though she felt like hell and probably looked even worse, having seen the dark shadows beneath her eyes when she brushed her teeth, she was feeling better just by being within this stillness.
It was soothing to the soul, the sound of the birds singing in the trees, the sun sliding into the west behind the buildings and the trees, leaving part of the Park in shadows and the light dappling the ground around her.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 11, 2009 23:29:31 GMT -6
Hiero couldn't help himself. He had been quietly sitting taking in the day when the woman had walked right pass him. She was a bit of brightness in his dark thoughts. He had taken the day to ruminate on the past few weeks and it seemed as if things would only get worse. He sat there in the grass just behind the bench lounging. He moved very little so as not to scare her. He was sure that he looked a beast. As the sun raced towards its close he had to approach if for nothing more than as than to not scare her.
As he cleared his throat he glanced downat her and was struck by how bright her eyes were. They were a bright deep emerald as lush as he had ever seen. It took him a second to get over the sight of them. Stunned he stood a second too long he was sure. But as cliche as it was he was sure he had met her before and yet couldn't remember where...
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Post by rayvan on Jan 12, 2009 1:58:23 GMT -6
She saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye, at the same time she heard someone clear their throat and she turned her eyes away from the trees to the man standing looking down at her. Her breath caught, with the light playing about his head and laying on his shoulders it looked like a halo of light around him, casting his face half in shadow. Emerald eyes widened slightly in surprise, she hadn’t realized anyone else was even around. She had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t seen him.
Slowly a smile spread across her face, “Hello, it seems I wasn’t the only one seeking the solace of the trees today.” She slid over son the bench giving him plenty of room to sit down, “You can join me if you want, I won’t bite I promise.” She tilted her head slightly so she could get a better look at him without the shadows dancing on his face. He was beautiful, that was her first thought, her second was that he was a large man, powerful but in a subdued way. He could break her in half and not even blink, but he had a gentle manner to him, as if afraid he might scare her.
She let her eyes wander back the trees surrounding them, talking half to herself, “It’s beautiful here, and so peaceful. It lets a soul rest, collect itself and begin anew.” She turned her sparkling eyes back to him, and pushed her dark hair back out of her face in a nervous gesture at the same time biting at her bottom lip.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 12, 2009 20:12:13 GMT -6
Taking the proferred seat Hiero eased on to the bench. He remained vigilant making sure to not move too quickly. Preoccupied as his mind was it was a constant risk. Not that he hid what he was but he also didn't broadcast it. For some strange reason people became warier around lycanthropes than they did Vampires; maybe because normally Weres blended in with the masses of uninfected.
Smiling he glanced over at the woman who sat watchingthe same patch of nothing he did." Thats a good description. Much better than La Bagh which means in Illini place of gathering. Seems the plains indians used this place to converge and trade stories and goods. I guess I can see the storytelling part of it but the whole shopping idea gets me." he tried not to stare at her eyes but he now found why hehad to wear contacts. If his eyes were even one tenth as striking as hers it'd explain all of the staress and sometimes outright fear.
Emerald they were definitely emerald... A deep piercing green.
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Post by rayvan on Jan 12, 2009 20:35:35 GMT -6
When he sat down beside her, she turned her body slightly so that she was almost facing him, she had been taught it was rude to give one you were speaking to your profile and she had always remembered that fact. Even though she could stare at his profile all day and not be bothered by that fact, he was an incredible looking man. "Really I hadn't known that, it's an interesting bit of history, I can agree though I can't picture the shopping."
"Sorry I didn't notice you before, you had to have been fairly close, I was completely distracted by this place." Surprisingly enough she could feel her headache receding, and feel the last dregs of her hangover slipping away in the presence of the man before her, "Oh I'm sorry where are my manners...I'm Rayvan." She held out her hand to him, bestowing a bright smile on him as she did so.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 12, 2009 20:51:20 GMT -6
Taking her hand hiero lit up like a light. She was warm and soft and had one of the most gorgeous smiles he'd seen. He chuckled softly as he had to come clean with her. She was a beautiful woman he was sure that she'd had her fill of small decptions. " Honestly I made the whole thing up... I make up stories for places and people. Its kind of a hobby, how fantastical and yet beleivable can I be in a few moments. Please forgive me... Rayvan."
Saying her name even as he apologized for his small misstep set his mind adrift. He could see Rayvan as a Freedom fighter in a older time. Her hair wild and free trailing behind her as she moved through a brightly lit forest. Her moving so fast that she seemed nothing more than a trick of the light. A ghostly apparition offierce beauty...
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Post by rayvan on Jan 12, 2009 21:29:12 GMT -6
She hadn't been thinking clearly when she extended her hand, she hadn't closed her shields tightly enough. She blamed it on the hangover, and her own laxness in judgment but as soon as she touch his hand she got a flash, a small vision of a lion running through the trees at top speed, golden eyes intent on something running just out of reach.
Rayvan slammed her shields closed, but held onto his hand. She was wont to let go. She had seen his face even through the vision, it was almost was if the Lion had been transposed over the top of him, but she had clearly seen how he had lit up at her touch. It was flattering, and disarming at the same time.
When he told her the truth all she could do was laugh, "Oh how very clever, I would have never thought of such a thing. I completely believed everything you said." She had to wonder about the vision, she knew about preternaturals, Lycanthropes, Vampires, and those like her with the 'gifts' . She wondered what it was that she had seen, it would something to ponder over later, right now she was enjoying the company.
She slowly took her hand back from his, a soft blush now reddening her skin, "No apology necessary, it s no problem. I used to do the same when I was a child but I hadn't thought of it in many years." She placed both hands in her lap, twining the fingers together.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 12, 2009 21:48:10 GMT -6
Hiero felt the jolt a small thing. If they'd been inside he could have passed it off as static build up. It was what most people did. It was more polite to beleive in science than magic. Hiero had never been that polite. Magic had both damned him and saved him since he was a near swaddling babe. He believed in magic and was unnerved by it in the same porportions. He looked into her eyes and couldn't help but know thats exactly what this moment could be.
Dreading as she took back the warmth of her hand. He allowed his hand to fall through the molasses that the air had become. His conscious mind miles away he sniffed the air scenting Rayvan. It was a small motion. One easily beleived to be merely the onset of sniffles or a cold. Rayvan was human that much was clear on all fronts. But at this moment she was so much more. She was a member of the divine hosts come to have a talk with him.
" Oh forgive me my mind is a bit addled with flights of fancy. I'm Hieronymous, Rayvan. Yeah I never did get over the habit. I guess it was one of my many acts of rebellion. So why if I can ask are you taking in the day?"
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Post by rayvan on Jan 12, 2009 22:59:18 GMT -6
Rayvan smiled at him, a smile filled with all the warmth of the sun that turned his skin to a beautiful bronze color. She never even blinked when he sniffed slightly, most people would have reached for a hankerchief or asked if he was getting ill, but she knew enough about Lycanthropes to know what he was doing, and with the vision she had gotten from touching him she now had it in her mind confirmed that it was indeed him that she has seen running through the trees. Emerald eyes took him and looking at his body and the way he held himself all the pieces fell together including the fanciful story-telling.
She glanced down at his hand and saw it slowly falling back to his lap as if he too had not wanted to release her hand. Her eyes rose once more to his face, and the fall of dark locks that hung about it, framing it to perfection. "Hieronymus? As in greek? Meaning the 'sacred name' translated to Geronimo? I'm duly impressed, it is a very strong name, a good name for a warrior." She could picture him that way, as a warrior, but then being a Lycanthrope he was a warrior as such.
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Post by Hieronymous Banks-Walker on Jan 12, 2009 23:37:58 GMT -6
" Thats it on the head." Surprised by Rayvans knowledge of his name Hiero took in the full sight of her. " Its the only thing of my grandfathers I'm glad to have." Hiero did his best to not get lost in her beryl eyes. She had in a few moments summed up the bulk of his life. Her pools of truth seemed to see right to the core of him. He had fought so much he wasn't sure that he knew any other way.
Chuckling softly Hiero turned on the bench to really look at her. Cocking his head a bit. " Is that your talent to know someone truly and deeply on the first meeting or is it a lucky guess?" She was an attractive woman which in and of itself would explain Hieros instant like of her. yet what he wanted was tonever let her leav his side. As soon as the thought had crossed his mind he knew it for the fact it was. He was smitten even as his mind yelled caution; he knew if she allowed he would surely throw it to the wind...
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