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Locke DVestavio
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 12:03 am    Post subject: Beneath the Skin Reply with quote

September 29, 2016

"Tha' was a pretty good show." With her hand entwined with Locke's, Katarina adjusted the black leather jacket with her free hand. Wisp had helped Katarina fill her closet with more clothes to entertain the joy in pretty things and it was an added bonus to promote her husband's business. So what if her entire outfit - even down to the black, sheer polka dot tights - was already put together? The navy skirt was short and fun, and Katarina felt Locke's influence in all of it. "It's been 'while since we've seen 'notha Elvish play. I thin' I missed a lo' less this time 'round."

"You don't think it was too boring? I must admit that some of the plays they put on are...an acquired taste. I have only so much attention for watching blokes and birds in twigs and leaves prancing about a stage filled with fake trees and..." Locke waved at the air lazily with his free hand. "...whatever bloody else those plants are on stage. At least this one kept that to a minimum. " Locke chuckled, then twisted the black rose lapel pin around in his fingers. He'd worn a light brown sports coat with a dark floral printed pocket square, a burgundy tie, white button-up dress shirt, cornflower trousers whose hybrid fabric verged on either corduroy or denim, and brown brogues with no socks. He gave her hand and arm a light swing as they strolled down the sidewalk.

"Yeah, sometimes th' stage kin be sparse, bu'..." she shrugged, "I guess 'm nah a big critic o' thin's 'n th' stage. 'm generally pretty pleased an' happy. A ballet, though? Well, then I guess th' real critic 'n me could come ou', bu'... I think makin' somethin' up there is betta 'n nothin'." The crowd of the show was becoming a little more sparse, as the foot traffic from other busy streets mingled in. "We all hav' our own kind'a creative, yanno." She flipped up the collar on her leather jacket and gave him a saucy wink, "I mean really, who else could dress me up so good?"

"Well, I do have some outstanding minces," he said, pointing at his eyes with his index and middle fingers. He then pointed at hers, and then back at his, an unspoken "I'm watching you" gesture that soon dissolved into giggles. "It helps having a beautiful canvas upon which to drape my fabrics, savvy? In fact..." He slowed down, resting his free fingers on his chin, and peered at her with his head tilted to the side. "I suspect that you do not need anything to look beautiful."

She slowed down with him, coming to a gentle stop as he assessed her. She twirled a little, jutted out a hip with her hand on it, and mocked a few other poses she had seen his models do over the years. Laughing, she leaned forward so that she could whisper in his ear, "Well, ya would know tha', wouldn'cha?"

His eyes fluttered shut involuntarily at the soft breath and words that caressed his ears, even as a wide grin threatened to split his face in two. He whispered right back, "Abso-bloody-lutely. You have no idea how difficult-"

The sentence cut off with a grunt, as a short man with greasy brown hair and a red flannel lumberjack's shirt bumped into Locke. "Terribly sorry, mate," the ice elf said.

The man grumbled something at Locke in a voice that only his sharp hearing could pick up, and began walking away.

"I beg your pardon, mate?" Upon being questioned, the man stopped, turned around, and sneered at Locke.

"You heard me, dandelion eater."

When Locke got bumped, Katarina naturally took a step away from him to avoid a collision and to give him more space. She was about to ignore the man when Locke prompted a clearer response. She started to frown then, and looked between the two.

It was a phrase she had never encountered. It would have made her giggle if it weren't for the tone of his voice and the look on his face. She straightened a little, the heeled boots added to her already tall height so that she could stare down her nose at the stranger, "An's wha's tha' 'posed ta mean?"

"His kind cares more about the flowers and the trees than people. Humans."

Locke just rolled his eyes at that. "You do know that there are elves other than the ones in the forests, right?"

"You shut up!" The vehemence in the man's statement drove Locke to take a couple of steps back with Katarina. “You're not better than me!"

"I didn't say I was."

"Your tone did!" The man pointed at Locke. "Your kind always thinks it's better than us!"

"Allrigh', allrigh', I think tha's 'bout 'nough. Now ya go 'n an' kindly take tha' nonsense elsewhere an' mind yer own." She folded her arms and smirked. Casually, she glanced around and noted a few eyes in the crowd were on them. The heat in the man’s voice rose the tempo of her heartbeat, and she was glad that her arms were crossed so that her adrenaline didn't show her her nerves. "Dun thin' ya wan' ta make a scene here wit' th' likes o' us."

"Fine, fine. But you won't always be able to pretend you're better. Things are gonna change." He pointed at each of them in turn, starting with Locke. "You're gonna pay, and then you're gonna pay. Traitor." He hissed the last word, and then hustled away from the growing crowd. Locke's eyes were stormy as he stared daggers into the back of the retreating harasser.
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Locke DVestavio
The Ice Elf
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 12:14 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

She stayed perfectly still until the man was a comfortable distance away. With a long exhale of pent up anticipation, her insides danced around with no relief of the energy. "Wha' a *gorram* prick." Unfolding her arms, she shook them out a little before looking to Locke, "Ya okay?"

Locke watched as the crowd dissipated, murmuring among themselves. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear what they had to say. His first answer came out quickly, followed by some chin-scratching and a second one. "Yes...no. Not particularly. I hate that these things keep coming up. The attempts to ban and regulate magic, and now this." Locke looked up at the sky and sighed, but said nothing further.

A little piece of her heart cracked at the sadness etched on his face. "I know, melamin." She wrapped her restless arms around him to give him a hug, despite her heart still pounding in her ears. "It'll pass, jist like it did then, too. It's jist greedy people wit' hate 'n their souls tha' kin't accept anythin' tha' looks differen' 'n them. It's cause they dun spend time wit' people like ya tha' they dunno ya dun hav' a thin' fer dandelions." She pulled back from him a little, hoping to see a whisper of a smile at that.

"Well, I don't know..." The hug and her words had eased his mind and lifted his spirits, enough that he began a slow tease. He assumed the thinker stance, glancing back at her to check on her reaction. "I have been feeling a bit peckish, and dandelions sure sound like they might be scrumptious." He looked over his shoulder at her as she stepped away, trying to hold on to a serious, solemn expression as long as he could. It didn't last long. He cracked a smile, then broke into laughter.

"I dun believe ya fer a momen'." She chuckled, trying to ease the tension in her shoulders as he laughed. "Plus, it's far, far too late fer any redemption o' me. If I wanna kiss ya 'n fron' o' God an' country, 'n I will." Her head gave a small nod to punctuate the statement, as if to say "so there."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," he suddenly cut off his sentence to lean in for a quick kiss. "I am equally a betrayer, in the eyes of my people. Or I would be, if my mother's lessons are any indication." He didn't want to dive any further into that discussion, and so he waved it off quickly. "But I also don't think you're a traitor. And I suppose it doesn't really matter?"

"Nah, it doesn'." She could still feel the whisper of his mouth against hers, and it stilled the remaining adrenaline in her body. "Ain' gonna matta where we ar' - some folks ain't gonna like it, an' all we kin do is feel sorry fer 'em. 'Cause when nothin' else matters, they jist must nah understand wha' it is ta feel loved so completely."

He tapped a couple of fingers against her forehead, making a clicking sound as he did so. "Beautiful and brainy. I've been truly blessed to have met and married someone such as you." After the gesture, he couldn't bring himself to stop touching her face, and so he let his hand rest against her cheek. He leaned in to whisper again. "Indulge me for a moment, and then we can go get some ice cream. Savvy?"

She closed and crinkled one eye at him as his fingers tapped away on her face. However, the look melted away at his words, as they equally calmed her feelings. There wasn't anything else to be done about it other than continue as they were. Katarina gave a small nod and smile before expressing her feelings in another kiss.

((Edited and adapted from live RP. Inspired by the Humanity First and Temple of the Divine Mother SLs, with many thanks!))
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