1x1 Silent Symphony & Of the Falls

[Falls]

Tessa ran the tops of her fingers over the mottled scar on her leg before pulling the material of the baggy shorts over her leg. As usual, she was practically swimming in Lucien's clothing. These shorts went past her knees and hung at her upper calf. "How many of those two dreams involve Alison?" she asked, her tone nonchalant despite the touchy subject she was prodding at.

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien gave another frown, almost wincing at the name. He turned, leaning against the wall and folding his arms across his chest. "One." he answered simply and honestly, his syrup-brown eyes resting onto Tessa's foggy blue gaze. His quiet expression spoke novels as he looked to Tessa, his lips slightly pursed.

[Falls]

Tessa felt a little guilty at the small indications of the pain her question had caused. But in the spirit of asking blatant questions, she figured she'd might as well ask another and get it over with. "Am I still 'that girl that looks like Alison'?" she asked softly. She often wondered who Lucien saw when he looked at Tessa. Did he see her or did he still see his dead lover?

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien gave a tired sigh at her next question, lifting a hand and running it through his long, dark hair. "When I look at you, I see the stubborn girl known as Tessa McClaire." he answered, his rich and deep voice soft and quiet as he did so. He wondered how many more harsh questions she would have the gall to ask. They may not seem harsh to her, but they certainly took a bit on Lucien.

[Falls]

[Matenance?? NUUUUUUUU... I take extreme displeaure in these forced breaks from RPing with you. >.<]

Tessa turned her gaze downwards and absently fiddled with the hem of her shorts. She'd have to convince Lucien or Vicente to take her to town sooner or later. She'd grown tired of never fitting in any of the clothes she wore. "You never reminded me of anyone," she murmured softly. "I've never met anyone that comes even close to Lucien Lachance." She glanced up at him and instantly wished she could take back those words, finding them a little too vulnerable and honest for her taste. "Only you could be so pig-headed," she added with a soft chuckle, turning her gaze away from him and trying to keep up a nonchalant smile.

[Veins Of Opal]

((Gah, I know! DX I already had my flailing fit about that. :'C ))

Lucien listened as she spoke, raising his eyebrows slightly. Lucien was quite an odd man. He wasn't sure if he'd ever even meet someone similar to him, either. He rolled his brown eyes at her added statement, huffing snootily. "I'm not pig-headed, I'm modestly prideful." he insisted, though he gave a suave smirk as he folded his arms across his chest. Well, at least his bullet wound had healed. It had become quite a bothersome nuisance.

[Falls]

Tessa arched an eyebrow before standing, leaving her crutch behind to limp the small distance to Lucien. She didn't really need the crutch anymore. She could probably put it away now and settle for a slight limp until her muscle finished up healing. "Putting 'modest' in any description of you automatically makes it wrong," he remarked as she placed her hands on her hands hips.

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien watched as she stood, leaving her crutch at the couch as she limped over she Lucien. Okay, it would be a lie to say he wasn't worried that she might fall without the crutch. He supposed his worry could be compared to that of a parent watching a child attempt to walk. Pffffft. He flicked his syrup-brown gaze to her as she put her hands on her hips and spoke, her words earning an eye-roll from Lucien. "Well, that isn't very nice. I can be a modest person whenever I please," Lucien huffed as he leaned back against the wall, his gaze resting on Tessa.

[Falls]

Tessa snorted, clearly sceptical of the existence of any modesty in any part of Lucien. "No way. If I were to walk up to you and say to looked nice, you'd be insulted. 'Nice? Heavens no! I look downright sexy!'" she said, imitating Lucien's voice on the last bit.

[Veins Of Opal]

Lucien arched his brow as she spoke, raising his eyebrows at her words as he failed to suppress a snigger. He brought a hand up to his face, running it through his brunette hair as he chuckled. "That's just... I don't have a word for that," he spoke with an amused smirk, shaking his head and moving his hands to his pockets and giving a few last laughs before he quieted himself.