☢ωнαт αяε ¥συ? ☣ || The war is coming. || Closed. || ஐ

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake chuckled at her comment to his tease of her pace on behalf of her pace she'd taken with her injury. He was glad she hadn't turned down his motive to assist her in walking and ascorting her home in one deal. He let his eyes move ahaed and watch other human traffic pass by them as they walked with a slow, disabled pace. It didn't bother him to have to do this. He'd shown he enjoyed helping others, and that was a solid fact. He could tell that she'd zoned out for her foot scuffed the side of his shoe, absent mindedly. He took a side-ways glance at her and could see her eyes were in a trance like stare. He blinked, grinning at this before he looked ahead again. That was before she broke her trance with her bold state of words that turned out more like a compliment instead of a rough stated sentence. He looked to her and smiled, his signature one that held falltery in it. "I dunno," He said at a loss for an explination on behalf of his nature. "You just bring it out." He said in a quick complement, grinning.


Hazle:: I'd known my timidnes had bene easily seen earlier, but I'd let it take its choaking hold and subside before it melted away and faded into nothingness. My motion had been for his comfort. I could tell it took him by surprise by the slightest change in his outreach, but it subsided also. I kept my gaze on him as he made his comment on behalf of my suggestion to stay put in his condition. I nodded softly in agreement with is words about it being all worth it and let my eyes watch his hand that traveled through is hair that had been dampened and tathered with his persperation. Sliding my gaze away, my eyes looked to the ground in a glimpse to see quick pathces of blood that had been scatterd in the battle. MY eyes wandered around before my ees found Alyx in her own zone as the angel continued to talk to her. I could tell she was extremely exshausted, but her pride was what kept her upright. My attention was drawn back to Tobias when he'd made the indocation that his favorite shirt had been soiled in the life threatning event. I still had my arm around his shoulder's, but as I looked back at him. I arched my brow at him with a grin of question. "What do you want me to do about it?" I asked him, seeing the mischeviousness in his gaze as he tugged at his tathered and torn garment. I let my arm slide from around him, but stay behind him as I took a leaning position his way before I straightend up and kept my gaze on him for his reply.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

She stumbled ever so slightly as she stopped. Her arm unhooked from his and left just her hand holding it. Eyebrows scrunched, she looked at him in disbelief. He was just close enough for him to not be blurry, letting her see his signature smile. The one he had pulled out so many times today, and the one the made it so hard for her not to smile. "I bring out your charming side?" she adjusted her sweatshirt ball and leaned her wight on her good foot. Since when had she ever brought out the charming side of a guy. Guys were never charming around her. She was just another guy to them so there was never a need to be a gentleman. Maybe the guy friends she used to have had just been less classy then Blake was. She obviously knew what the definition of charming was or she wouldn't have used it. Though, with him it seemed different. "There is no way that's possible," she shook her head and smiled softly, "I'm not charming, and I don't bring out your charming side." He had been charming the whole time. That, and classy. Two things he could be without her help. What she had said about her being charming was very true. Yes, she had made friends and her father always told her she was delightful, but she had never had anyone actually tell her she was charming. It was a compliment she would deny no matter how hard he pressed the subject.

[ I'm losing muse >.< ]

[Haze-L-Kitten]

{ It's alright. It happens. }

Blake was about to act on catching her before she ragined her balance herself. Blinking, as his hand was taken by her's and she stood on her own, taking most of her weight off her ad ankle. Seeing that his words acted like it was something foreign to her. He looked at her as she went on to deny it and give herself none of the credit that lied there. He shook his ead, his hair swaying with it. Some strands still matted and stubbornly stayed put. "Yes, you do." He told her straight fowardly, not arguing about it. "You're in no shape to stand in denial." He told her pointedly and gave her a light grinto go with his pursuation that was another compliment. Her compusure and the way she carried herself made him show his respects. Being a gentlemen one. Two, being charming as she'd lassifyed his actions as. She did bring out his charming side and he made that known, weather she would still deny it or not.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

She heard his words, but her eyes had averted to her hand. Why was her hand in his? Had she taken it? She suddenly felt insecure with herself. How do you take someone's hand and not remember or realize you did it? Beating herself up for this later was definitely going to happen, but it didn't make her remove her hand. If she did it now she felt it would make things more awkward than the fact that it had happened to begin with. Besides, he hadn't said or done anything about it, so it must not bother him all that much. She fought a blush that was forcing its way to her cheeks and used his last statement to change the subject. "I'm stubborn, but I have to agree with that." She pulled his eyes from their hands and raised them back up to his face. His hair, which she was sure looked much better than hers, was drying but stayed matted even with a shake. She didn't even want to know how disheveled she looked right now with mud everywhere and her hair stuck in thick string strands. A shower was a definite to do once she got home. That was for later thinking, though. Now she just needed to focus on getting home. With him that would be no problem so she kept her mouth shut. Taking all her weight off of her good foot, she took a step forward and waited for him to follow behind her.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake had noticed her hand had come to dwell witin his. He stiffed it for her when she'd come to loose her balance, gripping her hand in return before he'd relaxed it and let her subconsiously stay holding to his. He didn't have a problem with it. It made him feel a bit sky, but that wasn't strong enough to be seen throug his protest to convinser her about her personality. He rginned at her submittion to his protest and he grinned with victory. "Well, I got one battle won." He said with a tease , before she took the lead fowardly and his arm exstended that way she went. He parted his lips in protest, reaching her side. "You sure you want to that?" He questioned her on behalf of walking on her own without his assitance. His brows were lightly raised above his sky blue eyes.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

He brought up his victory in a tease, turning her right around as slow and wobbly as she could go. She smiled crookedly and teased him back, "If you get a victor's prize, then I want a consolation prize." He stepped up to her side and left her looking up at him. His eye brows were raised above his blue eyes with the question he had just asked. Was she sure she wanted to do what? There were many things she wanted to do right now, but she was unsure if she was that easy to read or not. Her smile faded as she met his eyes. Heat was going to start rushing up to her cheeks again if she didn't do something. She pulled her hand from his and used it to brush some of the red hair out of her face. The one action relieved her of her potential blushing and the holding of his hand. Besides her father when she was six, she had never held the hand of a male. In some ways it made her feel sheltered and abnormal, but in others she was grateful for not being experienced. That reason alone, her inexperience with boys, was what left her so easy to blush in front of him. The guys she was used to were obviously less classy which left her no compliments or actions to blush over. Then there were the girls that she tended to avoid. They were far too judgmental for her to even remotely enjoy spending time with. Especially after her Freshman year. However things were no longer the way they used to be. If today had been any other normal day for her, she would be minus one potentially good friendship, one twisted ankle, and a lot of mud. Blake was worth it, though.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake chuckled at her before she halted and looked up at him, confusedly. He studied her face, that lost its smile. He then could see his question had been completely misinterpeted. He fell a bit confused before his hand was released by her and it went to her face to hide it briefly as she used her hand to move a strand of hair out of her face to distract herself. He let his hands rest, emptily at his side. His face fell straight at he he took a short silence on trying to reassemble his question. "My bad," He began," "I figured it woul be easier if you used my arm for support." He told her hoping this would make more sense. He was asking her if she wanted his arm agian in assisting her in her walking instead of her having to limp heavily. He could teel she was closed off from the oppiste gender interaction. That wasn't any problem. He wasn't like the local males, in more ways then one.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

His words were true. It would be easier to travel if she held onto him. "It would be. You've just given me a lot to think about," she slipped her hand back on his arm and clutched it gently. Him being taller, more stable, and more dense than she was made him the perfect supporter for her. She leaned the same shoulder into him and took a small step, waiting for them to fall back into the pace they had before. She didn't want to talk anymore. It seemed as if she worded things wrong and brought up bad things. All she wanted was their last few minutes together to be good. Trap shut, she kept at leaning on him. She had finally gotten it through her head that he wouldn't have volunteered if he didn't want to do it. She was glad he didn't mind, even if he made her want to blush. Plenty of excuses could be used to describe why she felt the way she did. However, none of them would be shared because that would mean another talk of emotions and there had been enough of that for today. For their walk to her home she would be content with his warmth and small talk. A thought that hadn't occurred until now was where he was living. "I hope you don't live too far from here. Do you have anyone who will be worried about you?" Knowing that his dad had passed on, he was either living alone, with his mother, family, friend, or roommate. She left the question vague, not wanting to hurt him if his mother had passed on as well.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake looked at her curisously at her vauge statement and he let his curiosity pass away as she caem to throw her arm around him and accept his offer. Putting his arm round her as he came to baring her weight on the side he'd used before. Going to set the pace again, she was the one to step on first to setit and he followed her with his setp. Putting thier steps into sync as they came to taking a pace. At the sudden silence, he let it rest letting the warmth of their bodies fill the verbal silence. When the silence was broken, he turned his face towwards her's as he met her gaze and simply shook his head softly. "Nahh, just me. Sometimes I have a few from the pack over for a good time." His mother had passed on after his father. The two being of soul mate's. One followed after the other, truely together in life and in death. He told her freely and showed no pain about the question she'd asked.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

Hearing that he would be alone without his pack saddened her. His mother must have pasted away, and seeing as both his parents were werewolves they naturally had a deeper bond than her mother and father had. While love was love, the love between two werewolves was inseparable. So, unlike her family, his parents most likely passed close to each other while she still had her father. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt over her episode earlier. She had been upset over losing her mother whereas he had lost both parents and would be alone without his pack. She had no words to console him on a loss he hadn't even told her about. Without mentioning it she rested her head in his chest. Being with him was comforting to her, though she never really noticed how many issues she had. His parents had done a good job raising him when all he was was polite, caring, and gentlemanly. She closed her eyes and kept his pace with him. The pain in her ankle had been completely forgotten by her trains of thought and their random small talk. Who would have thought that that would be the best medicine.