Cat and mouse

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Kite

    Summer-sky to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    The Older Younger Brother
    Traveling Kaeleer
    11 Posts    165 marks
Cat and mouse
« on: March 10, 2019, 09:03:27 PM »
Thick woolen socks made the souls of Kite’s feet sweat. Between his toes he could feel the beads collecting on the fiber. Dressed for the harsh weather of Glacia he looked rather out of place on the Goth streets. Or so he assumed, because a girl smiled at him when he passed by a bread shop. And few other people tipped their hats or smirked when he ushered by.  Making him hustle all the faster. Unlike his brother he could not fall off the Wind anywhere other than a landing web. So he couldn’t appear at their buyer- or was she a middleman?- Kite didn’t know but no matter how it all worked she had a doorstep he could not manifest on directly.

It involved walking to the web in Reric. Then hiking through the unfamiliar town in Little Terrielle. All very unsettling for a young man who would rather be at home finishing the rocking cradle he had been carefully crafting for two weeks. The perfect wood chosen, carved by hand, fit together and sanded down. There were just a few screw holes to cap off and a layer of gloss to keep the baby from picking up any splinters. Or her nannymaidperson.

Peig, who he called Pug because everyone else did, mistakenly thinking that was her name. Sort of. He had tried to correct Peregrine but she had somehow earned his annoyance so he refused to call her differently now. Which meant that Starling also called her Pug, and Pug didn’t complain so he didn’t want to be the odd man out. Not that he had any reason to actually speak to her. They almost had, he thought, a time or two. But mostly they exchanged nods and tried not to notice how red the others cheeks became. She was a different sort of girl. Gone when she had a day off. Kite tried not bother her, or with her, since she paid him zero notice in return.

Unlike the woman whose door he was currently knocking on. Shoulder flinching at the sound which was much louder than he anticipated. ”Um. Charis?” He said when the door opened. Very aware that she was in fact Charis. They had met plenty of times. Always with Peregrine between them. Usually laughing. Or goading them both. Today his brother was busy with a colicky Birdy. Leaving Kite alone to fill their standing agreement and deliver a supply of opium. Boot toes stepping over one another he tried not to be fidgety but failed. Shoulders rounding inward as a flat palm smoothed the front of his hair down. ”Peregrine’s busy… sorry. I came instead.”

@dergon

Charis

    Summer-sky to Opal
  • Healer
  • Played By: dergon

    13 Posts    0 marks
Re: Cat and mouse
« Reply #1 on: March 11, 2019, 06:16:16 AM »

Charis ran probes beneath the door. Bland things, such as a mother or healer might use. Unobtrusive and subtle. With them she checked who was knocking on the other side of her door. Friend, foe, patient? It proved to be kite who wasn’t quite any of those three. Smiling, she used craft to tighten the loosely bound laces of her corset, and opened the very top button of her sweater. And quick peek down her nose showed her a very fine glimpse of cleavage.

Or as much as she was likely to get anyway.

”Yes, Kite?” She answered him with a smile after opening the door. Poor dear, he looked so horribly uncomfortable! Charis knew it wasn’t all because of his too thick coat either. He looked that way near every time she saw him. It made her want to laugh, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Only tease him a little. It was just too delightful the way he blushed. Always trying to escape her notice because he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Charis found it great fun. He was such a sweet thing.

”I bet he’s not. That Runner is a lazy scoundrel if I ever met one.” Charis was still smiling. It took all the bite out of her unkind words. She liked Runner just fine. Just fine indeed. He was a good sort, if a bit smirky. Grabbing the thick fabric of his jacket sleeve, Charis gave Kite a little tug, knowing he probably needed a good kick to the backside to get him from shuffling on her doorstep to actually walking across it.

”Come in, come in!” She laughed, only just getting out of the way. Forcing Kite to squeeze between her and the wall as she pretended to flatten herself against the door. ”Doing business on the stoop is just asking for trouble.” She closed the door and snapped the lock in place, shooing Kite into the sitting room. ”How have you been, Kite my dear? Here, let me help you with your coat.” Charis didn’t really give him much change to answer. Or much choice in the help either. Hands sneaky and quick.

”You must be dying in this thing. Its been warm this fall but they say there will be snow this winter. Makes no sense at all.” She prattled, watching furtively him through her lashes. She didn’t let her hands linger long anywhere. She just wanted to tease him. Something in the way Peregrine kept an eye on his brother made her just a little worried. Plus she was afraid he would melt right into the floor. ”Would you like something?” She asked rather pointedly. ”To drink?”

Kite

    Summer-sky to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    The Older Younger Brother
    Traveling Kaeleer
    11 Posts    165 marks
Re: Cat and mouse
« Reply #2 on: March 12, 2019, 07:33:49 PM »
Spine tingling Kite was too preoccupied with making sure his voice didn’t crack to notice the probes. And likely too used to the gentle interest of a healer, thanks to Starling, that he wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Certainly he would have said nothing if he had. ”Yes?” He echoed back stupidly, kicking himself internally for playing right into the foolish little brother routine he hated so much. There had been a time when he was less awkward, he knew and remembered it keenly. Had been the one leading the charge with a little Peregrine toddling after. But boyhood bravery had abandoned him some years ago.

Now he was trapped in a constant state of noticing too much, or not enough, and never sure which was right. Like right then and there. Head turning down so he didn’t have to see the laughter behind her eyes and getting an eyeful of round pale skin instead. The boning of her corset hidden under lacy fabric but doing it’s job beautifully. A dark shadow between her breasts making him swallow hard and lower his gaze even farther. Down to the ground he wished he could sink into.

”That’s true. But babies change things.” Kite told her, fingers scratching behind his ear. The lingering sound in throat hooked through his navel and pulled him forward with the tug to his sleeve. ”Oh.” Yes. Of course. It only made sense to go inside. This time his eyes only widened, trapped by her own large and expressive brown ones as he skimmed by into the house. Heat radiating down from his hairline to his chest. Beading a layer of sweat on his upper lip while he mumbled some nonsense and jumped at the lock snapping into place.

It all made sense! It was fine. Charis was a woman grown and he didn’t need babysat. That had been his argument in coming at all, though he wondered now why he had been so insistent. If Peregrine could spend whole nights out in Meols then surely a day trip to Little Terreille wouldn’t have been so awful. He bet Charis would have liked to pinch the baby’s cheeks too. She was looking at him as if she were tempted to try his. Which made him stand a little straighter. Eyes turned out to soak up the room rather than the pretty woman at its center. Turning back in a dizzying snap as her question rolled into unexpected attention. Jacket stripped away before he could say a single word. He stuttered to a start, ”I-I-I well… things are fine. How have you been?”

She looked fine. Very fine, indeed. He tried not to notice but did anyway. In not very covert glances that she smirked at. Making his face all the redder while he tried to breath through the embarrassment and will his body not to react. ”No, it’s fine.” He lied. He was definitely dying. The coat was only half to blame. ”Happens that way sometimes. I hear. S’always never very warm at home.” Weather. They were really talking about the weather. With a short sigh he closed his eyes so he could roll them at himself. They didn’t stay closed for long and the sigh turned to snort. Swallowing the lump in his throat he bleated out a soft, ”Hm?”

That was on purpose. He eyed her coyly, half grinning through his embarrassment. There was no reason to split the question up like that except to needle him, which he knew she enjoyed doing. Why, he didn’t know, but he didn’t think Peregrine's advise to use it was the right move either. Without his thick coat to help hide the shifts of his shoulders or changes in the rest of his stance he stood stiffly. Clinging to his own elbow he let that arm hang limply down his front. Chin periodically touching his shoulder while he paused to think. ”No, I’m alright. Reminds me that Peregrine said to tell you he tested that brew you gave him again. Worked great without being too strong for a Red, whatever that means.”

”I have it. Your delivery for this month.” He offered, looking idly around the room, and accidentally down Charis. ”Where should I put it? The box, I mean. Of course, obviously the box.” Hell call him home he was a blundering idiot. Thank Mother Night his brother wasn’t here. He’d probably die choking on his own laughter.

Charis

    Summer-sky to Opal
  • Healer
  • Played By: dergon

    13 Posts    0 marks
Re: Cat and mouse
« Reply #3 on: March 31, 2019, 10:03:43 AM »

"I've heard as much." The only real experience Charis had with babies was as a healer. There had been some, before. Children of the herd, but she had never been made to mind them. Anyone could have told she wasn't the sort, and mothers were hesitant to leave their children in the care of those who were not. Charis really didn't want to talk about babies though. Especially not with Kite. So she brought him inside and changed the subject, tongue tracing the inside of her lower lip at the way he looked.

Poor sweet thing, he was sweating! Charis tisked softly and helped him out of his coat so he wouldn't be so hot. A smirk lingering at the corner of her mouth because she didn't think it was all because he was overdressed. She tried distracting him with a little small talk, but it didn't seem to help, and Charis didn't really mind. She smiled at him cheerfully, his coat dangling from her fingers. "I've been just great, thank you for asking. Is that better?" She asked, gesturing to his freed shoulders.

"Are you sure? Its awfully heavy, even for a Glacian coat." She bounced it with her fingers and grimaced as if the weight of it caused her pain. Giving it a little shake, Charis laid it over the back of the couch. "Never, ever? My poor cold friends." She cooed, patting his coat and looking back up at him. He wasn't hard to look at, even with his cheeks all scalded like that and his upper lip beading. Poor thing. Charis couldn't help it. He was just so sweet and cute, she had to tease him.

And he took it so well. Charis giggled at his grin and squeezed the arm he was clutching. So stiff! "If you're sure." She drawled with a smile, head tilting slightly. She leaned up against the little table tucked against her sofa, head nodding. "Good, good." She knew what Runner meant, even if Kite didn't. Charis was tempted to show him. He could have used the loosening up, poor wound tight warlord prince. She wondered if Runner would be upset if she did. Or worse, Kite himself.

Maybe she'd ask. He was a grown man and could decide for himself.

"Do you? Goody!" She winked at him and looked around too, then back at him, on purpose. "Oh, obviously the box," Charis purred, face breaking out into a smile that crinkled the skin at the corner of her eyes and made her cheeks crowd her nose. "Just there on the table is fine," Charis gestured to her dining table, the same one she'd sat at with Isi and Runner, drinking and laughing. "Its good and sturdy." She told him for no reason at all. Doubted that the delivery was very heavy, she was always able to pick it up herself without any help from craft.

"Where are you going after this?" She asked, trailing him to the table and running her fingers along the polished surface. She liked her things to look nice and kept them clean and shined, hiring the task out when she didn't have the time for it herself. "Are you going to explore more of Little Terreille, or do you have to rush off home?" She wondered, back arching as she leaned against the table and looked him over. "I've got food and drinks, if you're not in a hurry." She wondered what he was like when he wasn't so stiff and red faced.

Or really stiff and red faced.

 

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