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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 19:44:22 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird  She hazarded a guess tat she was just teer much a queer hawk ta those a gaping at hern, then ‘gan she rightly couldn’t call hernself a proper lady now could she and fer tat she was glad, on ta count tat mean she’d just be ‘nother scanger. Tis was an easy job really, wasn’t more than fetchin’ a dear trinket or two from those of a more unsavory light if ye caught hern drift, might as well had been sitting ‘round with cha. ‘Course that didn’t quite sit right with her, job like tat was a bit off a tad, might as well been a pinup wot with tat sorta inquiry. Wasn’t fond of Asgard she was, tis was ta truth of it, teer many dossers ‘bout and might as well just add on tossers while she was acting like a maggot, mental like, not as if she was letting hern gums flap hern mind out ter ta world. City might have been bright but it held no comfort, just stone and more stone. Ta only stone she happened ter like was ta stoneware of a jug, and made sense for hern ter be in ta boozer. Stone was cold ye know, not as if it mattered much for ta entire city was a shiverin’, little doubt rested in hern mind. Not that some of ta more gee eyed fellas seemed ter make ta distinction none, at least about hern presence of sorts in ta local. Even covered up all they could think ‘bout was brassers and their kin, holes, hoped they fell into ‘em rather literally. They were too moldy though, could do no harm for they couldn’t get ter chase ta slappers laying about. She only came on ta account that this was rightfully owed, for outside it was lashin rather fierce. Even tucked in, hern wings felt as if they would unfurl and she‘d be picked up as if she was a mere doll, not as if they would work in ta first place. Water had a way of dampening ta spirit in tat way she supposed.
Maeve took another drink, nothing too much, she couldn’t afford too much really for while it was a job well done, it was just tat a job. Half hoped what she was drinking wasn’t just what she had a damn good feeling it was, pissin hot water, as she wasn’t if she fessed up, plastered. Far from it really, and it left her with a sigh, if there was a sign of good grace at least ta tavern stayed open late, mayhaps she’d be able ter get a scratcher for ta night. Part of ta reason why she didn’t like stone much was quite obvious in hern mind, didn’t like ta fact is just drained away ta heat. She supposed tat was one thing ta booze called hot piss they served her was for, warmin up ta body. Well she thought so at least, an ossified plonker had sat down by her earlier, could smell it on his breath, and bohy did he coo. Well more like yammered on, placating her as if her brains had been blown out by ta sneeze tat shook her body earlier. Frankly, it was rather annoying, some might call it boyish charm, but she wasn’t one of them. Mayhaps in was in a friendly sort of way, he learned over and made ta mistake of wrappin his arm around hern shoulders like he owned her, well except he didn’t really have much grace ter say ta least. He seemed mighty pleased with himself, too far gone ter notice ta slight change between a rather neutral bored expression ter something else. Calmly she had ordered ‘nother drink, half expecting a sigh of relief ter come with it. There was none, so she could only assume tat ta alcohol was just piss tasting instead of actual piss.
Hern eyes were narrowed and yea she thought tat mayhaps he was just some stupid bohy, which in retrospect he was in comparison ter her. Was expectin it when he started ter lean in some more, pushin her against ‘im, wasn’t ‘xactly so innocent anymore, speech wasn’t even tat slurred. She leaned in ter whisper in hisn ear with a small almost coy like smile, in a winding tone as she thrummed the table, “You know, I could be your grandmother”. Maeve downed the drink and with a sigh, gave ta bohy no time ter react as she kicked her leg outward rather quick like, and tapped ta back of his stool, causin ta bohy ter topple over while she hid a smirk behind the hand tat covered her mouth as if she was shocked. Wasn’t ‘nough ter start a bar fight, but he was sort ‘musing ta blinkin going on form ta younger. She with a hand helped ‘im up and shooed ‘im off, ‘fore she returned ter her cheap drinks. Bohy didn’t really do anything particularly wrong she hazarded a guess, if she were ter look at it from a certain perspective, nothin tat wasn’t common in bars least. Perhaps it was ‘cause it was her, not just some slapper... though she’d stand up fer ‘em if they wished her teer. Supposed it was enough ter get ta blood pumpin though, in retrospect and while she felt more loose in bars, she didn’t mind being a bit by hernself right now. ‘sides it was nothing more than ta distant past in a bar such as this... just a scrap of sorts, nothing tat would be ingrained on them.
It wasn’t a particular highlight of hern day ary, mildly amusin, yeah, but nothing really particularly delightful happened. She was still getting a few leers, as she was a bit of a queer hawk she knew, probably wasn’t helpin tat she was wearin blue feathers in her hair none. Maeve leaned back a bit, stretching out, well since she had blue feathers, tat made her a bluejay or something long those lines as a slight pleasant hum began in the back of her skull.
| words 1018 tags #Fayn #What is this notes The dialect won again OTL, it just cannot be overpowered. SORRY IT IS TERRIBLE |
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Post by Fayn Thenadir on Sept 9, 2013 15:52:52 GMT -6
He really wasn't much of a drinker. No, in fact not at all was he suited for drinking. Too many holes in his memory after a night's tavern run were enough evidence -- and the witnesses themselves could attest to it -- and gladly would do so if it would keep him away from the place. But, Fayn was merely a child. Or at least, in his mind, anyway. He was young for an elf, yes, but to a human he was getting on the old side. He quite enjoyed how humans seemed to look to him as a beacon of wisdom and a giver of sage advice; most humans probably gave better advice than he. His overall appearance should have been a dead giveaway that Fayn was not the tree-hugging graceful elegant elf that so many humans liked to picture. And so, this juvenile child in a young adult's body decided this night like many others to be an idiot. That was how he wound up at the tavern. Again. Already he was getting a nasty look from the bartender as he took a seat, and he smirked gleefully. It's nice to be so well known that people instantly know what to expect. ...Maybe it's bad publicity, but it's better than no publicity at least. Sometimes he came to the tavern for honest reasons, he was a bard after all and a tavern was really a great venue for him to play music and sing and do bardic things. But no, this time he was just there because he wanted to talk to people and drink. The 'tender brought him his usual poison -- really the least poisonous of all, if only for everyone's benefit -- and swiftly turned to the next customer, already knowing that the crimson-haired lad would have otherwise started to chat him up. Fayn took his drink, peering around at the other tavern-goers. Some were already quite loopy, probably unaware of how ridiculous they sounded as they wobbled about and jabbered to one another. They didn't really keep his attention long though; the redhead's bright green orbs flicked suddenly to the left as he saw a bit of movement. Swivelling around in his chair to observe, he took a few sips of his drink. A rather lovely -- and quite sober -- damsel sat a ways away, sipping her own drink quietly. It seemed that Fayn had not been the only one to notice the fine young female, however, for one of the wobbly men from earlier had somehow managed to walk far enough without falling so as to sit next to the girl and start talking. The elf boy sighed at the missed opportunity; truly it was a waste to have a drunkard take that spare seat when he could have wooed her with his wondrous charms. It was a great thing, being an elf; naturally one of the prettier races, he always had an advantage when he played to the humans. ...Of course, this girl was of the fae race, so she herself had her own natural beauty and probably would consider him ordinary. Or, she would if he looked like an ordinary elf. There was just something about bright hair and loud clothing that made him stand out from other elves in all the best ways. Fayn's train of thought froze, however, when the drunk put his arm around the woman's shoulders, making her take on a somewhat uncomfortable expression. She didn't say anything, still just sat there...brushed it off. Maybe she thought he would leave her alone after, but Fayn knew one thing all too well about drunks, especially drunk men, and that was lack of self control. He was lucky, when he got drunk he usually just talked peoples' ears off, and yeah maybe got a bit close....but drunk behaviour was a thing dependent on natural behaviour. And from what he was seeing at least this moment, the drunk didn't seem to be all that interested in letting his catch go. Putting his drink down carefully, Fayn took it upon himself to be the good Samaritan, and watch to make sure nothing went too far. An idiot he was, but ignorant -- at least in some regards -- he was not. And, as he had expected, a few moments later the male started leaning in towards her. Standing, Fayn started walking over towards the other two, trying to be as discreet as a redhead in bright clothing could manage. He didn't want to cause a scene for everyone else, contrary to his usual behaviour. This was more of a serious topic, and Fayn did, surprisingly, know how to be serious. He wasn't far away from their table when a chair and a drunk man started falling towards him. Fayn jerked out of the way, staring in bewilderment at the mess of a man who now lay sprawled on the floor. His eyes trailed up to the girl then, and he could see a smirk hidden there on her face. He wasn't sure if he should have felt relieved, amused, or terrified. Clearly she was tough...no little princess here. But, what now lay before him was a grand opportunity. The lovely -- and decidedly fierce -- damsel now had a free space next to her. One that would soon be filled by the lovely red fox. Best to start with conversation. he thought, clearing his throat as he moved towards the girl, making sure to give her space as he leaned against the table. "That was um....quite the performance, there." he said tentatively, giving her a warm little smile. "I kinda..saw what was going on there. I was just on my way over to help, but....it...seems like you can, uh, handle yourself. You're pretty tough for a woman, you know." He chuckled, deciding now was the best time to get introductions down. He didn't want to start the flattery and games up just yet; normally he would, but....post-douchebaggery was not a good time at all. Introductions would do. "...My name's Fayn. And....you are?" ★ Maeve
★ Bohy you are going to regret this very much.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 21:31:25 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird
Crimney, felt a sort ov presence from behind ‘er, now eer was i' ter da side ov ‘er, rightfully she didn’t know, nor did she feel a need ter cast a glance over ‘er shoulder. So she kept ‘er minces ter ‘er stone, thought mayhaps tat she would left alone by ‘erself. Caaahrse tat illusion done keeled over when she 'eard a flightly flitterin of nattering ‘bout ‘er ears. Well she first 'eard ‘im by 'is footsteeps crossin' over light like on da boards, but really she didn’t fink there was many tat wet behind da ole ears tat she 'ad ter concern 'erself wiv mawer company fer at least a decen' 'aaahr. A bloody 'aaahr would be nice, truf be told as she liked bein by 'erself, considerin' tat she 'ad just been accosted in a manner. Not like anyone seemed ter bat an eyelash, then again nor did she. Didn't even 'ave a single 'air aaaht ov place when she swept 'er 'and over 'er pale 'air pattin' da tight knot on da back ov 'er 'ead. She let aaaht a soft sigh, tappin' da side as she most definitely 'eard da strides makin' their way towards 'er an' Maeve closed 'er eyes fer a brief momun', not quite enjoyin' 'er trip ter da near and far as much as she 'ad in da past, ter say so would be a town crier. Didn’t pay much attenshun when da uvver cleared 'is froat, birds couldn’t get a pocket watch aaaht no mawer ‘fer da next tried ter siddle on up next ter 'er, didn’t matter what she was awer somefhink. She gave da caaahrtesy at least ov lookin at 'im, eyes with a stony expression, thought she 'ad made i' bloody clear tat dat lair was not open. Guess mayhaps 'e wasn’t da brightest, fer 'e wasn’t fluthered teer much far as she could tell.
She leaned a bi' in'er da coun'er, le'in' 'er 'ead tilt, 'er eyes still 'alf mast, as 'e began ter drole on awer 'ry ter catch 'er wiv 'is words. Problem was tat 'e was mawer van a mite clumsy in tat respect... tat an' 'e seemed oddly eager besides da fact what 'e might 'ave just 'ead da ball, which put 'er on watch. ‘er words was somethin' slow like, nothin' tat she was ashamed ov when she 'ad ter be, but she 'ad no illusions ter da fact tat really 'er own speech seemed rough, which matched, she wasn’t one ter give a 'orse’s 'oof impression, not yaaahr ordinary floosy. Even so, da boy, which she only could assume 'e was on da accoun' ov 'is seemin' fool 'ardy nature for ‘e continued ter natter at 'er...'is words not 'altin, made a rarfer grievious error. Almost immediately 'er spine stiffened an' she pulled 'erself up ter 'er fully 'eight, an' gave an unflinchin' glare right back at da red 'aired man, whom she now knew as Fayn, not ter 'er own pleasure. He 'ad plopped 'is name on 'er an' expected da same caaahrtesy back, she wasn’t gon'a answer even if what was 'er way, she nearly idly flipped 'im off, but she still 'ad a few inhibishuns ter overcome an' there 'ad not been enuff pain' fnner yet fer 'er ter blatantly frow a few fingers 'is way in either da fawm ov a cun'flap awer a little ole gesture. Yet wivaaaht realizing, Fayn 'ad crossed in ter rarfer dangerous territory an' while 'er face remained blank ov all emoshun, there was retorts already scaldin' 'er froat in an attempt ter escape 'er windin' speech, vyin' ter be released in an explosive manner. ‘er eyes didn’t blink, but then again she was barely lookin' at 'im despite starin' straight at 'im, fer rarfer she began ter observe, mawer ammunishun fer 'er ter use. Sorted mated if it were chess.
She did not doubt she was strong fer a woman... awer fer one ov da fairer folk, yet i' was condescendin' almost tauntin' 'er wiv da physical weakness what she sought ter overcome. Oh i' wasn’t as if she was unaware ov da condishun 'e 'ad set, i' made 'er grind 'er teef a tad and fer a momen' Maeve seemed ter relax, but what was da furthest fn' from 'er thoughts an' ' er manner. She wasn’t in da best ov moods, an' 'is little commun'... made 'er mood fly farther sowf van i' already 'ad been. Maeve could barely 'old in a grin as da smell ov a rarfer water down drink wafted ter 'er nose an' 'is outfit... ah she was starin' down an utter 'ypocrite in a manner. Oye if only she could just leave 'im wiv 'er knobs, she was rarfer sure tat 'll be a rarfer in'erestin' sight, let 'im be a woman. Alas she 'appened ter like certain parts ov 'er body where they was despite da impracticali'y ov 'em at times. Maeve tapped da coun'er an' broke da silence what she 'ad kept between 'em, shovin' da boy’s face in 'is own commun's “Content to watch a frail woman struggle with a drunken lout were you now?” Maeve deadpanned as she paused fer a brief momun', twirlin' 'er 'and in da air as mun'ally she rolled 'er eyes at da pitiful attempt ter place 'imself on 'er good side. It wasn’t exactly false either, an' she pushed back a fearfer tat 'ad fallen down, continuin' on in a rarfer cold tone ov voice “Glad it entertained you.”
Happen i' was a bi' 'arsh, bi' below da belt, but she was just returnin' da favor as she tapped da coun'er once mawar impatiently, as she broke da gaze fer a momun', 'ryin' ter summon da bartender. She needed anuvver drink an' she wasn’t 'avin' dis boy who blatantly called 'er weak quite get away wiv 'is frui'y drink, ‘couldn’t 'elp but roll 'er nose up at it... least da piss she’d been drinkin' was actually a fogmatic ov sorts. Snapper probably didn’t quite know what was gonna 'i' 'im, on ta accoun' what fer no reason she 'ad quirked an eyebrow at 'im an' snapped up 'er arm near da edge ov da coun'er, as if lookin' fer somethin' ter grasp. “Maeve...just a wee bit stronger than a woman you say?” It was a silen' challenge fer 'im ter take 'er arm, if 'e didn’t, 'e’d be a coward... in 'er mind and no doubt in da rest ov da boozers. A wrestle ov sorts. A demonstrashun ov strength... fer most people anyway, i' was unlikely she would beat 'im under nawmal circumstances, bein' da slip ov da bird she was, but she 'ad anuvver strength. Bein' under estimated was a wonderful strength, an' i’ 'er mind, despite 'er ramblin' speech tat sometimes intruded, she could say tat she prided ‘her canniness. Her weight shifted slightly as she got ter 'er feet, carryin' 'er weight on 'er back foot, 'er chest close ter da edge, 'er upper arm close ter 'er body. A fierce smile broke aaaht slightly on 'er face... Poor bohy didn’t know 'e 'ad already lost.
Lost ter a faerie bird no less... Thuff da fact she was cheatin' wiv skill was a little secret ov 'ers. Thee just 'ave ter be a bi' canny at times ter get around obstacles.... Happen she should feel a tad guil'y abaaaht da affair, but truly 'e 'ad brought dis 'umiliashun upon 'imself, an' she idly wondered if 'e 'ad noticed da fain' blue sparkles on da dir'y floor. Unlikely.
| words 1267 tags #Fayn #Arm Wrestling notes Fayn has no idea what is about to hit him... that and apparently Gunther's original accent was part cockney, read it outloud... it helps alot |
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Post by Fayn Thenadir on Sept 10, 2013 8:23:48 GMT -6
 Fayn wasn’t sure if her first comment was meant in humour, or if she seriously was accusing him of idly watching. Really, the statement alone had trapped him; either he took it as humour and looked like a dick, or he took it in honesty and looked like a fool. Knowing his luck in taverns, he would pick the wrong one no matter what. It really didn’t help with that deadpan voice either, he couldn’t exactly guess based on vocal inflections or anything…not that it would help him much. Running his fingers through crimson locks, the redhead chewed at the inside of his lip for a moment as he thought. Really it didn’t sit well with him, if she actually meant it seriously…yes he was known to act like that drunk (albeit with much more grace and charisma) but he had standards, moral standards, and much as he enjoyed being all touchy-feely-huggy he wasn’t really one to condone forcing a lady into something she didn’t like. It wasn’t chivalry exactly, more just a personal dislike; probably because he had a younger sister and all – really it made him all the more aware of that sort of treatment. ”I suppose calling it a performance wasn’t a particularly good way to start, was it? ‘Cause you know…I didn’t mean it like…you know, a show, or anything, just….um.” You’re not making this any better, idiot, calm down… Clearing his throat, Fayn paused just a moment; for all his talk of being suave and charismatic, he wasn’t doing a particularly good job of holding up his reputation here. This was a strange situation for him, something he tended to avoid for good reason. ”…I was just trying to y’know…lighten the mood a bit. It did kinda shock me some, though; wasn’t expecting a chair to fall towards me like that and all.” Another quiet laugh, this one somewhat uncomfortable. He could tell something was up at this point, not by the way she was looking at him – she still had that same expression – but something about her felt different. Not in a good way – for him. Almost immediately after, he found himself facing exactly what that change was – a challenge. Not his kind of challenge, either. She held up her arm, her elbow resting against the table so that it was at a ninety-degree angle. It was an arm-wrestling challenge. Fayn blew out the air currently occupying his lungs in a long, low sigh, a sound somewhere between regretful and excited. Carefully lodging his foot beneath one of the rungs of the fallen stool, he lifted the thing high enough for him to grab it and set it in its rightful place. Locking his eyes with the girl – Maeve – the elf male swung a leg over the stool, taking a seat and placing his own arm on the table, grasping hers. He didn’t really think much of it before, but now he recalled one thing she had said to the drunk before kicking him – she could be his…grandmother. That probably meant she was a fairy, considering he could personally verify she was no elf. That meant he would probably win this match – she was able to take down the drunk because he was intoxicated and probably didn’t expect her to kick the stool down. But, he knew to see that coming, so he now had the advantage. That, and she was a fae, the weakest of the races physically. He was no master of strength, but surely he could outwrestle this girl. Smiling, the boy nodded to Maeve. ”That’s right – a wee bit, I’d say.” The smile stayed plastered there on his face, but a painful knot tightened in his stomach. I get the feeling I am going to regret this very much…. ★ Maeve~
★ Fayn honey you’re going to die I’m sorry.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 18:52:44 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird
The boy was chewin' 'is lip somefink fierce, as 'e ran 'is fingers fruff 'is locks ov red 'air speckled wiv silver, now wiv 'is ears what wasn’t exactly naturally she was sure fer an elf. She 'adn’t met an' all many poin'y ears though, so she couldn’t be certain, but 'ell i' just caught 'er minnies, as she watched 'im idly as she an' allk a shot ov alcohol. Her eyes was slightly mawer open, as she shook 'er 'ead slightly, now she really couldn’t 'elp but pin 'im as a nancyboy, doin' 'is own 'air mawer meticulous van she did 'er own. Sure, so she was still da bird in da room, gran'ed she 'ad babs, but might as well be a tiny window, yah? Didn’t matter she supposed as she thought she 'ad left 'im speechless, as 'e fussed wiv 'is 'air. Maeve downed da last ov 'er glass startin ter get tat warm feelin a bit, slightly light 'eaded but not enuff tat she was gon'a be rollin round on da boards awer floatin in da celin none. When da silence continued ter just stretch on, she made an off 'anded commun', 'er eyes refocusin on da elf next ter 'er, least givin 'im 'er eyes at least fer a bit. Maeve just let 'er thoughts roll on aaaht on 'er tongue, an' only after did she give a damn abaaaht 'ow she spoke, since she i' was a far cry from their slickered tongue,. “Flustered enuff what yaaahr tongue is in knots, slackjawed? Or did I 'i' a little an' all close ter 'ome fer yer tastes?” She closed 'er eyes an' leaned back as she polished off anuvver mug ov piss fer all she knew, only mun'ally grimacing.
Maeve gave a damn in a way, not really what uvvers thuff ov 'er per say but rarfer didn’t feel like ge'in' nipped at none fer 'er speech, but supposed da slog was workin' its magic. Couldn’t complain much, made 'er mawer 'onest dis way, 'er speech wasn’t as cold as befawer but i' was rougher, 'arsher soundin, which was da poin' ov i' really. Couldn’t 'elp but cock 'er 'ead an' eyebrows thuff when 'er self appoin'ed companion, finally seemed ter manage ter recover 'imself at least something. A tiny lil smile almost flitted ter 'er lips as 'e stumbled fruff 'is words wiv as much grace as da shot nerves ov a cat around rockin' chairs. Maeve shook 'er 'ead an' 'alf covered da side ov 'er face wiv 'er free 'and, da uvver still givin' a challenge ter da man, “Sunshine, can’t seem ter read i' can ye? The mood tat is. Might as well 'ave an ocean fallin' aaaht ov from behind yer ears, ‘cause da clouds are coverin dis bird an' arrow, daft spanner.” She let aaaht a short brusque laugh as 'e really couldn’t, if anythin' 'e seemed ter make i' even darker, somefink reflected in 'er ruff unpolished laugh as she shot 'im anuvver look, still a bi' wary. She didn’t fink tat anyone really was in such a stupaw tat one couldn’t realize da tense air around 'erself, da queer 'awk yeah. Thought she 'ad made 'erself clear on tat one when she knocked down da 'uman next ter 'er.... He was actin real young, if anythin... made 'er slightly wary, but couldn’t see past da dow', 'is abili'y ter perceive was so woefully lackin' i' almost seemed as if i' was all an act.
She scowled a bit, thuff i' vanished as 'er face became once mawer stony as she felt da tentative grip ov Fayn, a look ov concentrashun appearin' on 'er face. Maeve’s eyes once mawer narrowed as she noticed da slight aura ov confidence from da boy... Oh she was lookin' forward ter dis. Te smile plastered on 'is face told 'er all she needed ter know an' oh she felt it, a pi' ov simmerin anger in 'er stomach as 'e answered 'e challenge. All accordin' ter plan, but i' was quite obvious what 'e thought 'er no challenge, most likely on da accoun' ov what she was, already 'in'ed at i' wiv 'is stumblin' words. She wrapped 'er long fingers all da way around 'er thumb, an' 'eld 'er gaze as da scowl from befawer came back, 'er free 'and drummin' on da coun'er, “Ye fink ye’ve won dis 'aven’t ye? Stuntin a bi' yeah?"She ran 'er mowf a bi' as she raised 'er wrist up a bit, causin' Fayn’s own ter move forward, little trick ov 'ers, awer a part ov i' all. Maeve siddled 'er elbows closer ter da elf an' smiled, lookin' directly in'er Fayn’s eyes, readyin' 'erself as she flippantly added, “Ah, well yer’ll be singin a new lil ole tune on da coun' of... One...two... Free.” Wif tat Maeve pulled 'er 'and towards 'erself, pullin' 'er opponent’s 'and away from their body, gave 'er a nice 'igher grip fer leverage. She pulled 'er body back an' rotated 'er shoulder, slammin' da man’s 'and in'er da coun'er, da corner ov i' as essentially in short speak, frowin' 'er body weight in'er da wrestling
“Check an' mate... Wrong game, but adequate awer somefink.” Her voice was almost singsong as Maeve, let go ov da elf’s 'and an' cupped 'er face, 'er free 'and palmin' Fayn’s drink while 'er grin turned rarfer devious, triumphant. She didn’t need ter say anyfink, in fact rarfer she’d thought mayhaps she’d let 'im wallow in i' fer a bit.
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Post by Fayn Thenadir on Sept 12, 2013 18:04:57 GMT -6
To say that was an embarrassing loss was an understatement. The moment he felt the weight shift, he knew the duel was not going to bode well for him. He could feel eyes watching, staring in his direction...probably hoping he'd show her up for being so brash and rude. They probably didn't much fancy a lady with this young woman's personality and needed someone to put her in her place. He sort of thought he'd win, and then be the gentlemanly good sport...say she put up a valliant effort....probably could have won....but his breath need not be wasted on such words for quite swiftly, his arm went down with a slam against the wood table. It happened slowly, like he was watching it happen somewhere outside of the flow of time, and then there was that clenching in his gut when he knew he lost. All those curious eyes went back to their drinks then, but there was clearly a different aura now; disappointment in the redhead's strength -- or lack thereof, surprise at how the young fae was able to overpower two men now...everyone sat with their drinks, judging, watching. Fayn could do little more than stare at the girl in shock, stunned to silence as she cupped her face in her hand. It wasn't until she reached for his drink that he manage to find his tongue unknotted. Reaching out to the glass, he pulled it away just a bit and cupped it in his own hand, taking a rather large drink, as though that somehow made back the masculinity he lost -- even though he himself knew it was barely an alcoholic drink. For everyone else's enjoyment though...and his own dignity...it was best he stayed that way. No hard liquor for him. "Erm....I suppose I'll have to amend that statement, won't I? Either you're a very strong woman...or I'm incredibly weak. Though..." he caught himself quickly on that last statement, recalling what happened when he said she was strong "for a woman". "I'm sure it's the former." He gave her a reassuring smile as he took another swig of his drink, leaning his arm onto the table. "Might have to try that again some time, Maeve...see if I'm any better then." He set his drink down, eyeing the young woman. "...You seemed to be reaching for my drink earlier...don't suppose you'd like me to get you one, would you?" he offered, trying to at least appear somewhat powerful. She had outdone him in strength...the least he could do was show he could buy a lady a glass of poison. "Guess it's the least I can do since you beat me, and I kinda...snubbed you and all." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. Yeah, that would be a good way to make up....get her a drink. And while he was at it, his own drink was starting to run low. Something else for him too, then. He signalled for the bartender, then looked at Maeve expectantly. "Name it, and I'll pay it." ★ Maeve~
★ Ay b'y you are not helping yourself....
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 15:47:53 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird
Maeve shook 'er 'ead, as she looked 'er eyebrows knotted a bi' as look around, a smirk fer a momen' playin' around 'er lips as she noticed in a wry sort ov way, da shift in tension as 'er glare caused some ov da uvver patrons ter duck back down in'er their drinks as if they 'ad been caught like a peepin' tom. Supposed what was enuff ov a demonstrashun, as tension became anuvver sort ov aura, an' Maeve bi' 'er lip ter contain 'er bemusemun'. Not tat she blamed 'em none really, if she was a be'in' 'awk, she would 'ave put money on da fellow ‘fawer 'er, not some scrap ov a lass who in their eyes needed a bi' ov an adjustmun'. She wasn’t gonna change fer no one, 'ell she liked who she was, even if i' mean' tat she got a few glares ov sorts from uvver’s minnies, she didn’t care, cause she didn’t care ‘baaaht 'em. It was a waste ov energy an' sickenin' really 'ow uvvers just molded ter expectashuns... she’d sli' 'er own froat ’fawer she became complian' an' doe eyed, wasn’t 'er. Her attenshun came back as da grumblin' from da gallery ov sorts, when 'er fingers was in'errupted by anuvver 'and in their advance ter da spoils ov victory. She looked up an' lifted an eyebrow as da dow' began ter ramble once mawer, 'is naterrin' in 'er ears once mawer as 'e fumbled mawer wiv word van she did, looks like she 'ad 'im on edge, but then gain, wasn’t tat exactly what she wan'ed? Mayhaps, thuff somefink was bitin a bi' in da back ov 'er mind as 'er 'and bid a 'as'y retreat back ter 'er side ov da coun'er, couldn’t place i' though, no she couldn’t, ‘cept fer a naggin thought. Got 'er vengeance in a matter, but she didn’t like da tension from befawer none....
She placed 'er 'ead in 'er 'ands as she affixed 'er companion wiv a glare tat she 'oped would brin' 'im ter 'is senses. But 'e was daft, almost as if 'e didn’t 'ave any an' right now she was inclined ter agree wiv tat line ov thought somefink fierce. Maeve tapped da side ov 'er 'ead, yup, 'opeless an' and a shanney, yeah tis was da truf ov da matter i' seemed. ‘Cause 'e didn’t learn much did 'e? Didn’t seem ter pick up on da frustrashun tat 'ad caused da entire lil wrestle, not tat she minded, she in fact founded 'is shocked expression bemusing. First fn' tat came aaaht ofthose gums ov 'is was ‘baaaht 'er bein' a strong woman, not just strong, 'ad ter attact tat adjective ter it, felt like 'e was belittlin' 'er awer somefink, couldn’t tell though. Couldn’t tell on da accoun' ov 'is lack ov in'elligence, still i' kept a lil flame ov resentmen' flickerin as she leaned over an' stared at ‘im, not blinkin a few inches from 'is face, ‘fawer shakin 'er 'ead, “Yew don’t really learn do yew princess? Thuff yaaahr mawer like a toddler awer somefink, wiv da way yew sorta keep blunderin in'er da same mistake, just can’t get i' fruff yaaahr fck skull?” Maeve flicked 'is fawerhead an' pulled back a bit, an' oulled 'er arms ‘round 'er waist, le'in' aaaht a slinet 'mmph as she kicked back a bit. Least befawer she started givin 'im a bi' ov tongue lashin, as she raised 'er 'and an' began ter tut at da boy in fron' ov 'er, 'er voice low, “Let me give yew a lil 'int, if yew keep guessin' by apperances, you’re gon'a get 'urt. Don’t matter none if ‘m a woman, in case yew didn’t notice. If anything, ain’t yew da bird 'ere now, lost ter a lil Faerie sparrow. Feel like cooin' ter yaaahrself now?”
Wif tat, she she let aaaht a sigh, probably wasn’t gonna get fruff ary in truth. What she wan'ed was just ter be 'erself, Maeve, enuff ‘baaaht dis bird business. Tis was a bi' 'addaway an' shite thuff in truf 'ow 'e couldn’t seem ter read da air none, 'ow 'e manage ter survive 'ere in da ci'y fer mawer van a tick ov time. Boggled 'er mind an' wiv a pause she contined on, lazily pointin' at 'erself ter make da poin' as loud an' clear as i' could be cause she 'ad come ter da conclusion what 'e was somethin' like a creepmouse ov sorts, “Hell I’m not just some queer hawk, I’m Maeve, a person, vank yew very kindly yew shanney.” She paused once mawer befawer frowin' 'er 'ead an' muttered slightly, “Least yew gave a damn ter notice though.” Maeve would give 'im tat much, which wasn’t much at all in truth, but 'e seemed ter 'ave realized tat 'e made an error in 'is ways awer else 'e was just fakin it, 'ard ter tell really. A light smile wawmed its way onto 'er face ov sorts as a spot ov booze was offered, an' she let aaaht a 'arsh short laugh, when 'e claimed tat 'e might get be'er at arm wrestling... Wouldn’t 'appen lest 'e realized what she 'ad been cheatin. Wif what Maeve rolled 'er minies, “Ye know yew ain’t gonna win, no matter 'ow long yew 'ry, take me word fer it.”
Thuff already off ov 'er chair, Maeve, clapped Fayn on 'is back, leanin in, not seemin ter care an' all much abaaaht personal space, especially since she could just knock 'im off 'is chair if 'e tried anythin' funny like. She wagged a finger at 'im, 'er grin growin wider as she began ter speak an' pull away, 'opin back up onto 'er stool in a susprisin' sort ov proper way, wiv 'er 'er legs crossed, “Second lil lesson, never give an offer yew ain’t willin' ter make good on, cause I fully in'end ter take yew up on yaaahr offer, winner takes da spoils after all an' what frui' tart yew call a drink ain’t worf a bag ov sand. I could 'ave taken yew ter da sweepers, but I guess I’ve got a little bi' ov 'eart somewhere in me bird’s nest.” he placed 'er 'and over 'er 'eart almost a bi' dramatically an' then poin'ed at da boy who 'ad foolishly offered a drink, oh she knew what ter get. Maeve played wiv a bi' ov 'er 'air befawer 'er attenshun snapped ter Fayn once mawer, thuff she was mawer so just checkin da air... Somefink like tat at least, tension 'avin dissipated fer da most part, thuff there was still a bi' ov a natterin' thought in da back ov 'er mind. Wif tat Maeve proclaimed,”Holdin yew ter yaaahr agreemen' now, don’t back on me toddler princess cause I’d be mawer van 'appy ter stop drinkin' dis 'ot piss fer somefink be'er” She banged 'er 'and on da table, lookin around fer da keep, an' seein none, she claimed, ”KEEP, yew 'eard didn’t ya? Park me an Absinda yea?"
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Post by Fayn Thenadir on Sept 15, 2013 6:58:17 GMT -6
Fayn cocked an eyebrow. Either he heard wrong or she...called him princess just then. And not two inches from his face, too. He could have been hearing things though, with that drawling accent of hers only getting worse by the word. And with her this close to his face he really wasn't sure what she was trying to do. Dare him? Well if she was anyone else then he would definitely take up that offer but...considering how she reacted to the last fellow, it wasn't much of a good idea, not at all. Even he knew that. Despite having done nothing she still flicked him in the forehead and leaned back, Fayn unconsciously reaching up to touch that spot. And while he couldn't totally understand her, he was pretty sure she was trying to make some sort of statement about judging and gender. He couldn't decipher it in time though, because then she went the low road and emasculated him. Yes he lost to a woman. Yes he lost to a fairy. He....lost to a fairy woman. That didn't bug him that much really, he didn't care about winning so much...but really she was being a sore winner. Rubbing it in his face in front of everyone. Certainly not ladylike. His ears perked as he listened quietly to the girl speak again. She was still not all that clear, but he could tell what she was trying to say this time. And frankly she was right, he knew it. He was so used to the docile female that fawned over his flattery and in turn paid him attention and..well, he hadn't particularly thought about it but...he sort of classed them as a singularity, as though all of womankind would like the same kind of attentions. Well no. No, that wasn't true. Women were persons, and no two ever had the same wants for attention. Not usually. So it stood to reason that no two females were equally strong or weak. He shook his head, still trying to keep up that smile though finding it falling short. "I know and...I guess I can't just apologize...it's kind of dickish to make that kind of assumption. But, just as well...sorry, Maeve."There was a pause then, and Fayn smirked at her comment. "You know...I'm not sure I"m trying to win anything at this point." he muttered, shrugging. "I know it's not going to happen, but...doesn't mean I can't want to talk to you, does it? You're definitely more interesting company than...well them." he pointed towards the three -- well, four, now -- drunk men trying to form coherent conversation. The fourth had rejoined them from his place on the floor behind Maeve and was just sort of glaring between his drink and the two of them. "Drinking alone's not much fun." He waited then for her to consider his offer, and when finally she spoke he smiled despite himself. She was back in his face again, clapped him on the shoulder...but she did seem to be interested in the offer. He shook his head, chuckling lightly and fixed her with an unreadable gaze. "You think I'm gonna bail?" he teased, then reached out and clapped her shoulder in return. He didn't hold back when he clapped, did it as though he were clapping any other guy on the shoulder. If anything she'd proven herself, so he'd give her that same consideration. "I'm keeping my word, kay? Just don't start falling all over me when it's too much for you." he teased, then waved to the keep, who now seemed to be staring at the two warily. "I'll have one of what she's having, too. Both are on me, yeah?" He turned back to Maeve with a toothy grin, missing the extremely anxious glance from the barkeep as he went to work. ★ Maeve~
★ Poor baby this isn't going to end well. XD
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2013 18:16:45 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird She listened, an' en'ertained a bi' ov emoshun on 'er face, somethin' unreadable as well as she almost felt da uvver wince wiv 'er words. Happen she 'i' a lil bi' below da belt, but i' was fer good measure awer somefink along those lines. He still managed ter smile though, funny, really even as 'e shook 'is 'ead. Maeve looked around waitin a bit, 'alf surprised tat da uvver managed ter muster some words, once mawer they was 'esitant, almost sheep like, not tat she wasn’t pleased wiv 'em, no, she got what she wan' in words, thuff i' almost felt a bi' emp'y in a way. She could tell tat what 'e wawer on 'is face was crackin, da smile she meant, not 'is actual face, but, let’s face i' 'e 'ad gone down wivaaaht much ov a fight. Maeve kept silen' froughaaaht 'is apology an' what not, castin 'er glance around, ‘cause somfink still didn’t feel right ter 'er, well besides da fact what there was one bohy who finally came ter 'is senses in a manner ov speakin, thuff not really she supposed. Almost felt like 'e gave up an' all easily fer 'er tastes, almost as if da words 'e was spewin' weren’t genuine, only on da accoun' ov time It an' allk fer 'im ter acknowledge, not tat she really cared. It was da result tat she wan'ed an' 'is slight twitches seemed ter be ov guilt, awer well practiced. Truly she couldn’t figure i' aaaht whether awer not da boy was just 'ryin ter play 'er so ter speak, but everythin' just poin'ed ter 'im bein' a simple, simple young fool. Her expression was almost listless, thuff tat was far from da truf as she listened rarfer in'ently in fact. She was partially fruff 'is talk starin down da ass tat 'ad graced 'er presence befawer, unwan'ed slime, feelin a bi' ov 'ostili'y from 'im. Ah well she should 'ave expected tat at least, thuff she keep 'er eye on 'im if she could manage.
Her attenshun came back ter da bohy in fron' ov 'er, whom she really just thought ov as an over eager welp ov a pup, almost inflatin' an' deflatin' at a whim. What caught 'er attenshun was da fact what 'is false smile 'ad been transfawmed in'er a smirk ov sorts, barely audible wiv da way 'e was mumblin' 'is words. She raised an eyebrow, once mawer at 'is sudden in'erest in givin' up ter 'er, now tat was no fun, made i' a bi' ov a 'ollow victory. Then again once mawer she found i' ter be rarfer suspicious on da accoun' what 'e should 'ave fought a bi' 'arder, 'ung onto 'is pride. Least 'e didn’t 'ave none, which she was startin' ter wonder was da truf ov da matter. When a 'and 'i' 'er back, Maeve almost froze up, but shook 'er 'ead an' a smile came onto 'er lips, ‘cause i' was none an' all gentle. Looks she 'ad been wrong ter fnk what 'e was done. She noticed tat da keep gave da young geezer a bi' ov look, which 'e promptly ignawerd, thuff i' brought ter 'er a bi' ov a quesshun... one tat she didn’t fnk an' all much ov as she responded back rarfer quick like, tiltin 'er 'ead ter da side. A fn smile ov sorts appeared on 'er face as she leaned once mawer on da coun'er, an' waved 'er 'and a bi' flippantly as she stared at da keep willin' 'im ter move faster, “Ought ter say i' is nice ter see a squire ov sorts what isn’t so mashed in 'is twigs an' berries tat 'e fnks 'e is an' all 'ard ov a nut ter crack, awer chewin' on ‘em at least. Mayhaps yew aren’t quite a prick, shanney.”
Wif tat, she groaned a bit, ‘fawer laughin just a lil bit, concentratin' back on da bohy, as 'er drink wasn’t comin' any quicker van she 'oped. “Hey yew did wrong, but yew noticed at least, unlike deese glassy eyed dimwits, less ov caaahrse you’re just payin' me lip service awer somefink. Huff yew already admittin defeat just cause I told you? A bi' ov a disappointmun'.” Maeve paused fer a momen' as she considered da group behind 'em once mawer, appraisin' 'em wiv raised eyebrows an' 'er fn smile cracked a bi' mawer in'er a real one thuff not quite, “I’m inclined ter agree wiv yew on tat account, they’re slobberin' ren' boys wiv nothin' but their own drool between their brains, an' tat is ‘fawer da booze got ter their mushy lil ole skulls. Can’t blame ye.” She leaned back as she frummed 'er fingers against da coun'er as da keep once mawer gave anuvver look ter da pair, in which she rolled 'er eyeballs back as a response. He should know by now, not ter keep a lady waitin, but there was somethin' a bi' nerve like wiv 'is movemun's, like 'e didn’t quite wan' ter serve 'er an' she supposed 'er self invited guest. Odd, da geezer never showed a 'esistance ter take coin ‘fawer, an' while she shot 'im a quesshunin' glance deprived ov eyebrow wagglin, 'e didn’t shed any light da bastard.
Maeve crossed 'er arms, ‘fawer proddin da uvver, da bloke next ter 'er not really givin' much ov a damn, ‘cause she was curious ov one fng, why 'e 'ad decided ter si' 'ere in da lion’s den ov all places. Nonchalantly, she wivdrew an' looked up at da sky in accordance ter 'er words as she pain'ed da atmosphere, “So still lookin' fer da sun now, toddler princess? Eh... Fawercast still seems rarfer stawmy ter me yew know?” Alright 'e was buyin' 'er a drink, she couldn’t refuse tat, but i' didn’t mean tat da saaahr taste ov earlier 'ad gone anywhere, sure 'adn’t managed ter drown i' earlier, tat was fer sure. She winked a bi' as she laughed a ruff laugh, mawer so jokin, not mean' ter actually be a tease in any sort ov way, “Now who likes ter pay fer uvver’s drinks yea? Most would be running.” She tapped da side ov 'er chin as if in deep thought, thuff she wasn’t really, mawer so just goin' fruff what felt natural ter 'er. After a lil pause, she continued, “Anywho I’m gonna 'azard a guess it’ll be da uvver way around.... Thuff yew might end up on da floor. Ain’t much there ways ter even 'ry ter catch you.” Wif tat she shrugged, findin' i' ov mutual 'umor really, she 'ad a bi' ov a foul mowf on 'er, in mawer van one ways, but she called ‘em like she saw 'em... An' 'ell 'e wasn’t gon'a 'ave a swan dive on 'er, nope. The drinks arrived wiv a bi' ov a jittery keep, which made 'er a bi' suspicious... Decen' like tat 'e provided some blue thuff ter cut it. Not even she was gonna drink dis straight, nope, tat was just a terrible idea.
She rolled 'er glass a bi' ‘fawer paaahrin' in in'er da second glass given, an' added some water, enuff so she’d didn’t feel like she’d 'ave a 'ole in 'er froat none. Wif a smile ov sorts, she tapped da side ov da glass, befawer takin a swig, “Hope yew plan on cuttin' i' wiv some blue....You know dis almost sounds like a challenge ov sorts, thuff not one what I fnk yew should be ge'in' yaaahrself in'er, Absinda is somefink that'll kick yaaahr ass, take yaaahr name, an' proceed ter kick yaaahr name’s ass if yew aren’t used ter i' none.” Maeve paused as she noticed a distinct sputterin from da keep in response ter 'er words, an' shrugged i' off wiv a grin,“Givin yew a friendly warnin is all”.
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Post by Fayn Thenadir on Sept 19, 2013 15:08:55 GMT -6
It was a bit difficult to tell at this point if he was getting anywhere with her or not. Sure he said he'd given up...that he wasn't really trying to win over her any more...but when did he say that and mean it? This lovely lass just needed a different set of tactics. She didn't fall for the Knight in shining armor....but that wasn't a problem, he just needed to play a different character was all. Course even changing characters could be a lost cause with Maeve, at least right now. He wasn't sure if he was making progress....but he did know that he wouldn't get anywhere by pushing too hard and forcing it. That would be a definite loss. Still he smiled to himself when she said something that seemed genuinely nice. He didn't quite know what she meant about cracking nuts and chewing and something about berries....but he definitely knew she was at least tolerating his companionship. Hell she even went along with his light jab at the "glassy-eyed dimwits". The redhead positively glowed at her comments, bringing a hand up to delicately swipe silvery hairs out of his eyes, only to rest his hand beneath his chin. "You're right, I'm not...mashed in my twigs and berries." Fayn murmured, acting as though he knew what it meant. "But you should know I didn't give up because you told me to, I just don't feel like getting kicked onto the floor. Looking like a mess isn't something I particularly enjoy." ....Well yes that part was true. Did she need to know he was still playing the game? Nah. He wasn't lying anyway, he kind of didn't like the idea of witnessing first-hand what happened to Glassy-eyes over there. He tilted his head slightly when that nickname came up again. His smile became one of slight confusion, and mild disappointment. Well, she had seemed to be enjoying herself...it kinda sucked that she was still going on about the dark clouds above her head. Guess it was hard to blame her though, sure he liked attention but some people weren't so keen on the touchy-feely business. It could be kinda scary he supposed. Letting out a breath he brought back that joy-filled look of his, without trying to overdo it. "You know....if it's like that, maybe you need to switch seats. It could just be that one stool there, that's got those ugly clouds. Or you could share my sun, if you want." A light waggle of his eyebrows and a teasing tone went along with that last statement and he hoped that it was enough to show he was just joking. He almost wished he didn't say that actually, now that he heard it come from his mouth. It sounded funnier in his head. Clearing his throat, he scratched the back of his head. "Also um...what's with the...toddler princess? I mean...I know I'm fabulous but....I'm sure no toddler." ...She probably didn't know it but he was a lot older than he looked. Not....a whole lot, considering the average lifespan of his kind, but....enough by human terms. He almost chuckled at the thought. She probably thought she was dealing with someone a good twenty or thirty years younger. She'd said something about being older when that other guy was flirting, so she had to be...maybe in her fifties to seventies. They were fairly close of age then. Even if she didn't know. Just then, the drinks arrived along with a rather worried barkeep. Fayn reached for his glass, but paused when he heard Maeve advise him to...cut the drink, with blue. "...Right, course I will." he murmured, though he actually hadn't thought to do so. He didn't usually drink anything with much alcohol in it after all. He considered as she warned him about the nature of the drink, but had to smirk anyway. He really didn't care if this was a hell of a drink or whatever, he could deal with a bit of drunkenness. She had just offered up another challenge, and well...who was he to refuse? "If you're challenging me again I'm all for it." he said, a light smile on his face. Adding a good portion of water to his drink, he lifted the glass. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you say, anyways." Then, just as she had, he took a good ol' swig of the drink. "Cheers!" ★ Maeve~
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 20:32:59 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird She barely kept a straight face as she couldn’t believe 'er ears as ter 'ow 'e responded, told 'er a few fngs, but really she 'ad ter bite da bottom ov 'er lips in order ter keep 'erself from burstin' from laughing. What topped i' all off was 'ow 'e proud 'e looked ov 'imself, i' just was... Unbearable, poor bohy 'ad no idea what 'e said, ain’t much ov a man, 'e claimed 'imself ter be. Guess she should 'ave known on da accoun' what 'is 'air was well groomed an' colaaahred like a bird’s... She wasn’t da lady in dis 'ere bar, i' was 'im, 'e pret'y much admitted it. No, she wasn’t gonna let i' go neither on da accoun' i' was an' all 'ilarious. Maeve doubted what 'e mean' what 'e said awer else thought i' mean' somefink else entirely, couldn’t be sure, as Fayn was actin' an' all confiden' fer 'er ter tell... ‘cause she never knew someone ter be so forward ‘baaaht it. It didn’t 'elp wiv da beamin' tat 'e did ary, made i' seem like a genuine commen' rarfer van a joke. She was right on da old golden watch ‘baaaht 'im when she dubbed 'im princess, wasn’t she now? Lil slips kept comin ter 'er mind, oh dis was gon'a be fun, almost felt a tad worse fer da boy even if da toddler princess 'ad just suffered a greater blow ter 'is pride. Tis why yew don’t just blatantly repeat uvver’s words like a bleatin' sheep, dis is what i' got ya, oh but i' was almost an' all much. Almost bein' da key word as 'er eyes noticeably narrowed. Too bad 'e wouldn’t get most ov 'er best material she supposed, as she watched as 'e ... ‘elegant’like put 'is 'and under 'is chin, silently emphasin' tat which she was already 'ryin not ter make a scene aaaht of. Not like she cared ‘baaaht ‘causin a scene, but 'ell she wasn’t gonna let go ov priceless material like dis, nope, she liked ter 'ave 'er fun in 'er own way, a bi' ov tongue an' cheek.
Maeve kept a 'and clasped over 'er mowf as 'er eyebrows furrowed, concealin' da traces ov a laughin smile, thuff 'onest she wasn’t doin a good job. She almost mockingly tilted 'er 'ead in response all da while 'ryin ter keep da wellin laughter in, mimickin' Fayn as 'is smile turned a bi' daaahr an' confusion became a prominen' feature in 'is minnies. She kept 'er 'ead tat way as long as 'e did, almost silently askin where all da confusion now was comin' from... ‘cause if 'e wasn’t confused earlier then i' was most certainly just ignorance, since in da next few words, 'e practically tried ter snare 'er wiv 'is clumsy words. She let i' pass, sorta... Was 'armless enough, if just utterly corny an' terrible. The wagglin eyebrow didn’t 'elp ary as she shook 'er 'ead, wantin at da momen' ter go crawl in'er a rarfer deep an' dark 'ole just ter cast aaaht da laugh tat was freatenin ter eat away at 'er... ‘cause really dis was priceless material. It was da wagglin, she swawer as she cut 'im off wiv a small bi' ov laughter... da floodgates weren’t gonna 'old any longer at dis rate. She practicually sputtered when 'e proclaimed 'e was fabulous... Toddler princess yew weren’t 'elpin yaaahr case none describin' yaaahrself as fabulous, thuff she supposed 'e 'ad da looks ter do it. Just add ti' window an' yew got yaaahrself one fabulous toddler princess, tat wasn’t 'elpin none ary, really i' wasn’t, da mun'al image just made i' worse alongside da apparen' sincerity. Luddy mussey... 'er sides... They was startin ter 'urt somefink fierce.
‘Fawer she could say anyfink uvver van smirk a bi' mawer under 'er concealed grin, da keep arrived wiv refreshmun's, an' she busied 'erself wiv da stoneware, takin a bi' ov blue an' mixin i' in'er 'er drink.... While she liked da kick ov da drink, she wasn’t gonna be some lain up floozy, seemed like a bad idea really an' sides... She got ter enjoy i' tat way. Afterall who wan'ed ter be lackin in their wits in a tavern, alright lackin wits tat they 'ad in da first place. It 'ad taste goin down she supposed, but i' was a bi' unique, an' even she wasn’t quite used ter da lil side effect i' carried. She raised an eyebrow at da sudden smirk... An' then she lost it... She let aaaht a 'owl tat a wolf would 'ave been proud of, an' yew know what she gave just abaaaht as much as a damn as ter who 'eard 'er. She leaned in as 'e began ter enjoy 'is drink an' flicked 'is fawerhead wiv a finger, “Ain’t mashed in da twigs an' berries?” Maeve shook 'er 'ead ‘fawer she began ter mix a bi' ov blue wiv 'er own drink, thuff substantially less. The stoneware didn’t immediately make i' ter 'er lips as anuvver laugh was forced from 'er as she shook 'er 'ead. She tilted da stone back an' sipped i' almost gently at first, rollin i' ‘round in 'er mowf first... I' was decent, made right, was 'erbal an' not an' all bitter on da accoun' ov da wawmwood i' was made wiv. Slight taste ov anise, just da way i' should be... Cool, yet i' still burned a bi' , just da way i' was, probably should 'ave added a bi' mawer water ter da mix. Ah well what didn’t kill 'er would only make 'er stronger.
She shrugged as she placed da stoneware onto da coun'er, givin' an eyebrow raised as 'er smile started ter fade a bit, 'ryin ter keep i' under wraps. Didn’t like da extra attenshun none, but she couldn’t 'elp da first batch, so she just stuck ter 'er favorite part... poin'ed foolin. Maeve raised an eyebrow as she turned ter look Fayn in da eye, an air ov bemusemen' ‘baaaht 'er despite 'er attempt at a recovery, 'alf 'andedly mun'ionin, “If yew say so, runner bean... Naaaw what don’t fi' as well, yer an' all young ter be a runner bean, don’t 'ave da right air if yew know what I mean. Guess I got da princess part right though.” Her smile increased... An' all bad she was da ony one ge'in' it, still i' bemused 'er, couldn’t 'elp i' even thuff if 'e was truly a Runner Bean da phrasin' ov 'is statemen' would mayhaps be a bi' different. Still considerin 'is offer earlier, she couldn’t 'elp but grin wolfishly as she twirled a finger in 'er long white 'air, as she an' allk anuvver almost dignified sip... Not tat she was dignified in any manner. It was 'er way ov mockin, thuff not 'im, just, felt natural ter play on da joke some as 'e 'ad created da bird barf at da bar. Maeve knocked 'er 'ead back, da grin was still there as she... Slowly meandered on, enjoyin dis ter da fullest, “Ye sure ‘baaaht what yew said earlier? ‘Cause i' don’t sound like da truf on yaaahr own account, princess. Thuff pret'y sure I ain’t yaaahr type sunshine even if yew was bein a bi' ov a snake there? Sendin' da wrong message much.”. Once mawer she shrugged as she poin'ed ter 'erself, “Ain’t no bright an' breezy twist an' twirl.”
Almost teasingly, she placed 'er foot on da bar stool as da uvver drank an' put 'er elbows on da table in da most unlady like fashion, ruinin' whatever illusion she 'ad managed ter create earlier, wasn’t 'er anyway. She rolled 'er foot back an' forth, thuff not 'ard, not ‘nuff ter make da uvver really even rock, as she framed 'er face wiv 'er 'ands, much like 'e 'ad done earlier, “I don’t know fnk i' would be fittin toddler princess fer yew ter be rollin' ‘round on da floor like an ankle biter.” She rolled 'er eyes at tat statemun', as she began ter polish off 'er stoneware, 'er antics done fer now... At least da physical antics, 'er eyes closed fer da briefest ov momun's. The next second... Well if yew thufft she was gonna take 'er eyes off dis lug fer a momun', you’d be dead wrong as she opened a single eye, “Curious like a cat yew be ‘baaaht yaaahr title? Real simple why I call yew tat thuff, remind me ov some 'elpless babe whose just grabbin' at fngs 'e don’t know an' all much, ‘expt you’re a bi' big.” She paused fer a momun', 'ryin ter find da right metaphor ter explain ‘xactly what she was seein, “Know 'ow they babble? Kinda like yew ‘longside a brook.”
She flipped 'er 'and as she began ter drain 'er stone, an' nonchalantly added on da end, “And da Princess part... ‘siderin yew just proclaimed tat yew was fabulous, I don’t fnk I got ter say none.” She placed i' down an' returned da smirk rarfer fiercely, doubtin 'e’d get all ov it. The next momen' Maeve slammed down da stoneware, proclaimin 'er first was done, signalin, tat i' was time fer anuvver... Likely da first ov many. Or few, 'onest wiv da frui' 'e was drinkin, she didn’t fnk 'e’d last particularly long, not tat yew could blame 'er fer fnkin tat way. She leaned back a bi' an' captured 'er chin in 'er 'and as if she was fnkin long an' 'ard. Naaaw, she was just bein a bi' mawer dramatic van usual, an' wiv a snap proclaimed wiv a relatively straight face, “Suppose you’re right... Ain’t as bad as I said, far worse mawer like an' yew shot tat down like nothing. Hope yew like da lil after taste an' ov caaahrse, be'er keep up toddler princess.”
She 'alf expected ter 'ear sputterin.
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Post by Fayn Thenadir on Sept 24, 2013 18:17:23 GMT -6
....Well, apparently what he said was...amusing? Not that he would know. He didn't exactly understand what "twigs and berries" meant, let alone being mashed in them...or whatever the phrase was. Apparently though, it was a hoot...even though she herself had said it not moments ago and seemed more or less genuine. He ran his tongue along his teeth, and thought about clamping the muscle down so as to stop him from saying anything else that might embarrass him. I sort of asked for it though, didn't I. Not like I know what she's talking about... he thought, and shrugged a shoulder. He could live with it, really he didn't mind a little embarrassment. He was fairly comfortable with himself...being considered odd was no new feat. With that in mind, he let his thoughts drift away from the confusion and instead he focused on her face, because she was apparently talking again. He didn't exactly....get any sort of understanding out of what she was saying though. Now she was using some other slang -- runner bean, whatever that was. If she was still talking about the same thing, he wouldn't have noticed. He shook his head at her, giving an apologetic look. "Well, 'fraid I actually don't know what yu mean. Pretty sure I made myself sound like an idiot though..." he chuckled, once again putting himself at the butt of the joke. He did seem to enjoy doing that, now that he took the time to consider it. He didn't need to care about sounding like a fool, since....well, he really didn't care how he sounded, most of the time. Was he an idiot? Yeah, probably. Did he flaunt it? Hell yeah. It was a great way to show you at least could handle that kind of joke, and of course there were some ladies who liked a man that could joke about himself. Yeah, it was habit. The redhead smirked when she commented on his offer. Well, seemed she had a slew of names for him, didn't she? Toddler princess, sunshine, runner bean. He tilted his head, giving her a half-lidded, mock-sensual expression. "You sure I'm not your type? You're just denying it~" He let a hand slowly trace over towards her own, and laid it to rest there next to it. Ever so gently he let his index finger brush against her skin, raising his eyebrows just so as the contact was made. Ah, he would have played up on the romanticism a bit more....but he did want to keep his body parts together. And definitely wanted to stay seated and not on the floor. He pulled back, his eyes still fixed on her. "Sides, am I not allowed to offer my beautiful rays of sun in friendly gesture? I mean....not to brag, but I am practically glowing." ...Why was this so much fun? Usually it was enjoyable of course, to flirt...but it was so much more fun when he had to work at it, when it became a game. That's what it was, a big game of jokes. She went, then he tried to make it better...then she called him an idiot and played it up even more. Speaking of which...he couldn't quite tell what she was doing right now, with her foot up on the stool. Fayn's heartbeat jumped up in speed right then, a look of minor concern there on his face for a brief moment. Had he maybe gone too far? She wasn't pushing the stool down though....just teetering it a little, he barely even noticed. She spoke again, and Fayn bit back a little laughter. Really it was true, every word...he did just flit about in the midst of other peoples' business, not knowing what he was talking about, or what he was doing...hell he didn't know what he was even drinking, wouldn't have known to cut it if she hadn't suggested. So I came over to play sunshine and instead she's playing babysitter. he thought, smiling to himself. Of course he didn't need to say anything about the princess bit...he knew he was a princess. "All I need is a dress. And maybe longer hair." he announced, saying it with mock pride. Yep, he was a true princess. So she was the prince, then? Nah....more like a barbarian or pirate. Just then she gave him another warning about the drink he had just downed, even emphasized her tiny delicate sips. He had sort of thought she was just kidding, when she said it was crazy alcoholic and all that...thought she was just trying to make him back down. If that was the case she wouldn't have kept at it though. He looked at the glass, then at Maeve and offered a shrug. "Can't say I'm all that experienced. I guess I'll learn this one the hard way." He chuckled, though he was sort of curious as to just how fast he would fall this time...... He gave the barkeep an apologetic glance then. It'll hurt me as much as it does you, I'm sure. If that's any consolation. ★ Maeve~
★The drunk begins soon, I can feel it
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 21:03:14 GMT -6
Wren (n.) a small songbird Somehow she managed ter get 'er laughter back under decen' control, well i' was still there but least she wasn’t tempted ter suffocate from lack ov oxygen. She shrugged, as she sorta leaned back a bit, waitin' fer da uvver ter make a move ov sorts, ‘cause 'e just sorta looked at 'er, like nothin' was goin on up north. All da lights was out, ‘cause 'e didn’t get da joke tat much was obvious when 'e just gave 'er an apologetic look. Ah well she recognized da look an' let aaaht a soft sigh as she 'unched 'er shoulders a bit. She 'ad fun wiv da joke an' all at least, thuff an' all bad i' didn’t give 'er da reacshun she wan'ed as i' flew all over da toddler princess’ 'ead. Couldn’t understand a word she said apparently... an' wiv tat she shrugged as 'e attempted ter apologize, 'e wasn’t da first nor was 'e gonna be da last who didn’t get 'er tongue. Whatever, they still 'ad their drinkin' competishun on afterall an' like 'ell did she in'end ter lose it. Maybe she was a bi' an' all enthusiastic, but she could 'elp 'erself none, there was no poin' in doin' anythin' worf doin' 'alf assed. Just did yew a disfavor an' da world around ya, least didn’t know... whatever, she 'ad 'er fun, an' she still was gonna 'ave 'er fun as she cocked da new stoneware ov green liquid back, ‘fawer paaahrin mawer water in'er it... just da right amount. She raised da glass an' wiv a straight face, spoke still in 'er manner ov speakin, still leanin back a bit, “Don’t matter none, folks don’t usually get i' all anyhow, I still get a kick from i' though, so frank speakin, I don’t give a rat’s arse.” She just punctuated by continuin' ter muddle in 'er ocean ov words wivaaaht any care, ‘cause i' just felt like 'er.
Maeve tapped 'er chin as an almost vicious smirk came ter 'er face as she shook 'er 'ead again, closin' 'er eyes as she down some ov da cool liquid, not takin as much time dis round ter taste da brew. Yeah... toddler 'e was, 'e was sorta flounderin ‘baaaht an' 'ell she couldn’t 'elp it... 'e was just fallin in'er every verbal pitfall 'e could find now. Called ‘imself a shanney 'e did wivaaaht any shame, almost sounded right proud ov i' an' all, so she fixed 'im wiv a gaze, wiv an eyebrow raised still smirkin' as she placed 'er stone down. Her face became stonelike as 'e crossed 'er boundaries a bit, 'er eyes narrowin as 'e placed 'is 'and nest ter 'er’s lazily, tracin ‘fawer 'e made a great deal ov theatrics. It wasn’t tat she minded da touch, but da manner in which 'e did so just irritated 'er... I' wasn’t a touch ov comradery, flirtaeous like, innocen' enough, but she didn’t like i' none. ‘Cause light 'earted i' might 'ave been, she just got done wiv dealin wiv one overtly touchy slob, didn’t feel like dealin wiv anuvver... ‘caaahrse there 'ad been dis sorta ov flirtatious tone comin' from da toddler fer a bit. Maeve was mawer van 'appy when 'e pulled 'is 'ands back, she was debatin whether awer not ter put an end ter da nonsense rarfer rapidly like... an' a mug ter da 'and 'urt like 'ell, well so she 'eard. Last time she wielded one, i' wasn’t da fingers she was aimin fer none. Mayhaps i' was nothing, probably was nothing, but she didn’t like ter be toyed wiv not in dis manner, wasn’t much ov a romatic ary. Her eyebrow once mawer arched up an' she placed 'er free 'and on 'er 'ips an' surprisingly 'er uvver 'and left 'er mug... Somethin' she wasn’t willin' ter give up none. She brushed a few strands ov loose 'air from 'er face, as she maintained 'er rarfer stoney facial expression, “Well princess if dis is glowin, then if you’d be a rarfer furious red if yew knew.”
Wif tat she suddenly clapped 'im wiv 'er free 'and on 'is back, rarfer 'ard, da smirk comin once again as frankily... she couldn’t 'elp 'erself, 'e was just diggin 'imself deeper an' deeper in'er a pi' an' i' was all so very easy ter take a few shots. It was like 'untin season, ‘cept wiv prey tat just didn’t know when they should quit, best prey in 'er opinion. She placed a 'and under 'er 'ead, almost mimickin' da uvver, as she said completely serious, “Also congratulashuns thuff pret'y sure yew ain’t supposed ter 'ave a drink when da bun’s in da oven. Still when i' gonna be done so I can meet da creepmouse?” She let aaaht a small ruff laugh, as frankily... I' fi' so well, an' waggled 'er finger at 'im ‘fawer she an' allk anuvver sip ov da concocshun 'er lips twisted a bit. Ah she was goin ter tat terrible place in da afterlife if there was one, she couldn’t stop foolin wiv da boy, long as 'e didn’t push 'er... an' if 'e did, she’d just push right back. Flippantly she rolled 'er eyes an' a free 'and, smirk growin, ‘cause i' just kept coming... 'e just kept leavin 'imself open fer 'er an' she wasn’t gonna refuse it. Too much fun really, as much as mayhaps she shouldn’t be teasin da poor lad ter dis degree, but i' wasn’t like 'e understood what she was sayin in da first place. She fixed 'im wiv a glare ov sorts, nothin' violen' like, but just enuff ter keep 'im on edge as she flicked 'im, “Sunshine, I ain’t in'er toddlers, ‘specially not those tat are baking. All shades ov wrong... might 'ave ter put yew in'er timeaaaht if yew get all touchy on me.” Wif tat da mug came down wiv a slam, punctuatin' da last part as 'er smirk fer a second turned in'er a grin. Maeve leaned back an' an' allk a meaningful glance at da barkeep who seemed ter be a bi' perturbed... an' sweating, never saw da geezer take ter da later much, funny.
She stuck a thumb aaaht ter da poor guy an' tilted 'er 'ead at Fayn, smirk goin downright in'er an almost predatory grin, which slide off 'er face as easily as i' came, “ ‘Sides I see those glances at da barkeep, fnk you’re playin' me like a fiddle.” Wif tat she turned 'er attenshun back ter 'er drink an' began ter down i' rarfer rapidly, fer like 'ell she was gonna let some greenhorn show 'er up, yup no... Wondered 'ow long i' would take 'im ter cry uncle though. Hopefully not an' all long, ‘cause she really didn’t wan' no paste on 'er plain clothes, nor an overgrown toddler in 'er lap. Her eyes dart back, 'alf lidded, but still... wiv a certain dangerous mirth, as she displaced da stoneware from 'er lips, off 'andedly mun'ioning, “Oh don’t worry ‘baaaht da 'air, it’ll be comin in soon, yew can trust even trust a battleaxe queer 'awk like meself on tat.” And wiv tat she shrugged an' drank da last bi' in da cup, nailin i' down fer da momun', pausin' as she inspectin i' as if ter make sure da mug was in truf dry. Maeve brushed 'er 'air strands back once mawer wiv a 'arsh puff ov air, an' crossed 'er arms, tiltin 'er 'ead towards Fayn, almost as if she was in thought. She exaggerated 'er movemun's a bi' as da smirk came back ter da surface, “Thuff an' all bad I don’t 'ave a dress fer yew ter wear toddler princess, would complete yaaahr glowin' fabulous look, ‘cause apperantly yew know what tat looks like be'er van me.” She was 'alf tempted ter roll 'er eyes... ‘cause frankily i' was 'ard ter imagine da toddler as da pinnacle ov fashion deese days, but 'ell she wouldn’t know, never in'erested 'er. Maeve tapped 'er chin, 'er smir widenin once mawer, “Oh mayhaps if yew lose, I'll find a dress... mayhaps a bonnet along wiv da bucket greenhorn.” Wif tat, she frummed da table, waitin fer 'er companion ter keep up wiv their competishun an' once mawer offhandedly suggested, “Makes i' mawer in'erestin, sure I 'ave a floral one somewhere, probably... mayhaps.”
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