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A mirthful chuckle, charming and gilded, left Goldas as he propped himself up a few inches from Mary’s face. His own hand holding his tilted head, his impish eyes staining her beauteous lips.
He barely registered Calina as she gently tugged at his arm, both still wound like coils. “Forget the flowers, Gold,” she quietly said. “Let’s go somewhere else. Anywhere but here.” She shot the maiden behind the stand a disapproving glare.
“No way, Calina, I’m just starting to have fun.”
Though in all actuality, he had much rather walked away. His current position in the guild, along with his own quirky persona couldn’t allow such a woman to pass him by, not without toying with her for a bit.
“You go on ahead… this date is a dead end now. I’m finish with you.” His voice came out careless and cold. Obliviously heartless almost.
For a long, embarrassing second, Calina had been frozen in place. After she realized that he hadn’t be joking, that some witty sorry or half-smirk wouldn't come in penance, she drug herself away from them. Fuming with a heartbroken anger.
Goldas somewhat hated himself for doing that but at the same time, it gave him a perverse satisfaction. It must have stemmed from wanting to smash her innocence earlier, he thought full of remorse.
With a sigh he looked up from the hard, yet still flimsy shrubbery. Mary’s eyes were captivating, even with her voice tinged with the expectations of a challenge. Goldas pawed his forehead with his index digit in thought. Should he give her the battle she was searching for? Rather... could he was a better question? he thought right afterwards.
He narrowed his eyes on her before flashing a pleased smirk at his solution. To avoid revealing himself to the public through holo-lacrima and newspapers, he would have to improvise his tactics.
“Now how about this,” he finally motioned, leaning away from her and placing a fist on his side. “Phoebe ‘ll fight you instead. She’s also a representative of Harpy’s Wing.” His thumb accused her matter-of-factly. “If she wins you give her the flowers for free and I get a date with you? I can be the ref. Its only fair. My magic wouldn’t be any good against you. It's practically down right suicide. I’d lose before I even had a chance. Phoebe, on the other hand is a perfect match for you.”
Goldas' smile was the most convincing he could conjure; it was a easy-going, effortless kind of smirk that blessed his face now. Though he looked at Mary, his confidence was just as much for Phoebe as it was for the plant mage. He wanted her to go along with it, to help him out, even if she had no clue who he was or what he was planning. He wanted her trust and he knew he could have it.
He barely registered Calina as she gently tugged at his arm, both still wound like coils. “Forget the flowers, Gold,” she quietly said. “Let’s go somewhere else. Anywhere but here.” She shot the maiden behind the stand a disapproving glare.
“No way, Calina, I’m just starting to have fun.”
Though in all actuality, he had much rather walked away. His current position in the guild, along with his own quirky persona couldn’t allow such a woman to pass him by, not without toying with her for a bit.
“You go on ahead… this date is a dead end now. I’m finish with you.” His voice came out careless and cold. Obliviously heartless almost.
For a long, embarrassing second, Calina had been frozen in place. After she realized that he hadn’t be joking, that some witty sorry or half-smirk wouldn't come in penance, she drug herself away from them. Fuming with a heartbroken anger.
Goldas somewhat hated himself for doing that but at the same time, it gave him a perverse satisfaction. It must have stemmed from wanting to smash her innocence earlier, he thought full of remorse.
With a sigh he looked up from the hard, yet still flimsy shrubbery. Mary’s eyes were captivating, even with her voice tinged with the expectations of a challenge. Goldas pawed his forehead with his index digit in thought. Should he give her the battle she was searching for? Rather... could he was a better question? he thought right afterwards.
He narrowed his eyes on her before flashing a pleased smirk at his solution. To avoid revealing himself to the public through holo-lacrima and newspapers, he would have to improvise his tactics.
“Now how about this,” he finally motioned, leaning away from her and placing a fist on his side. “Phoebe ‘ll fight you instead. She’s also a representative of Harpy’s Wing.” His thumb accused her matter-of-factly. “If she wins you give her the flowers for free and I get a date with you? I can be the ref. Its only fair. My magic wouldn’t be any good against you. It's practically down right suicide. I’d lose before I even had a chance. Phoebe, on the other hand is a perfect match for you.”
Goldas' smile was the most convincing he could conjure; it was a easy-going, effortless kind of smirk that blessed his face now. Though he looked at Mary, his confidence was just as much for Phoebe as it was for the plant mage. He wanted her to go along with it, to help him out, even if she had no clue who he was or what he was planning. He wanted her trust and he knew he could have it.