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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 09-17-2015

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In the reflection of the glass wall, Azreal's acute oculars caught ever step Ashrun took in operating the elevator, from the pin in her hair to how it interfaced with the panel of the device. So far, there appeared to be only one way in and out of this place, and that was through the vertical shaft they just descended. It wasn't to say that his observations were meant to say he planned on ditching the woman after her hospitality, but it never ceased to be safe in keeping one's options open. The girl from this alien world seemed to enjoy prancing about barefoot, or rather as he noticed, preferred not to track filth as he had quite rudely in his excitement. Twas unlike him, usually his manners were far more refined than this, but such a situation was anything of the norm for Azreal. After he bathed and changed his clothes, the gentleman would certainly offer to clean up after his mess. Speaking of, she made the comment earlier of fitting her brother's old outfits for him, which in turn would have her taking his measurements. Azreal in his years had been fitted for a great many suits, there was no difference in this strange shifter doing the same, but in the back of his mind it still felt off. Perhaps he should explain that he did not truly wish to wear a loincloth, but that it had been said in jest. Either way he'd dug his own grave as she seemed intent on doing it sometime later, practically able to feel her scrutinize over his figure in silence. That didn't last for long, however, and his own daydreams were cut short as a clearly feminine scent invaded his senses.

Turning away from the sight of the vast cave network and thoughts about where those various tunnels might lead to he was surprised to see her taking up a position next to him, With Ashrun so close, and the two away from the dense jungle, he could smell her own musk, sweet as most women were, but with earth and spices mixed in. Those golden hues were almost taken aback at being gazed at by an such a stoic expression peering up at him. Ashrun was left without a soul in her family, or rather none that she'd mention. The assassin rarely took what most said at face value, and always wondered if what one said was the truth. One thing was certain though, he did not question that she lived all on her own, and has for some time, even in a structure this size. She had a tenacious look about her, one he himself wore often. Having to fend for oneself built a strength that few would understand when having to rely upon others, and fostered a certain detachment, or fear in forming connections. Azreal knew this sort of life well and tilted his head in a nod in appreciation for her being so accommodating towards him when she truly did not have any reason to do so. "<font color="d4a017]Thank you, Ashrun, and for what it's worth, your independence has given you an impressive sense of character. I doubt anyone else I could have stumbled on would be quite like you.[/font]"

Taking a knee he'd begin untying the laces of his mud covered loafers, eyes off of her for the moment in both respect and to inspect his own person. In the heat of the forest above it was easy to miss how he'd come into such disarray. Since crash-landing, he'd been trekking almost nonstop through the humid environment above without any sort of preparation or break. Now in the cool underground facility, goose-flesh would line his skin as a chill hit him from his wet attire. Hopefully, he'd not come down with some sort of illness, that would be just what he needed after all of this; sarcasm of course, he'd be livid if such a fate came to pass.

Azreal stepped out of his shoes where as he stood, as not to leave a trail of dirt further into the complex. Now he was merely walking about in but black socks with an elegant gold trim, making up the ground she'd gone until he'd be at Ashrun's side as she had done prior. Once through the next set of doors he'd again take in the new sights, against the transparent barriers provided a spectacular view as well as their own source of lighting. The man would glance back at Ashrun to catch her dash through the door before it locked shut. "<font color="d4a017]This is certainly the definition of a safehouse.[/font]" He chuckled just how secure this place was for how little force he'd seen thus far. Perhaps there was some grand military hunting down the tribes in the woods, or some fantasy similar, but he'd be hard pressed into believing such a tale until he saw it personally. Azreal would walk in tandem with his companion, as it seemed to be what both were comfortable with. "<font color="d4a017]I'll take you up on your offer to share your room with me. After all that has happened, I think I'd prefer the company.[/font]" Softer was his voice, not having a need to speak up with her so near. More so he was curious to see the rest of her home as well as the main city he'd caught a glimpse of initially, but there was no point in rushing there when his limbs were stiff with ache. Ashrun would hand him her key, which he'd pocket into one of his satchels hanging against his side along his vest. At least she wasn't planning on locking the man inside what was essentially a fortress. "<font color="d4a017]Speaking of, you've been keen in staying fairly close to me so far, are you going to join me in washing up as well?[/font]" Azeral kept his vision straight ahead and didn't let his lips crack more than the slightest of grins. He wanted to catch her reaction for sure, but not at the cost of being caught staring, he'd just assume it was a priceless visage to behold.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 09-19-2015


[size=small]Once he focused his eyes on her, she felt a little trapped in place by that gaze. Something about it forced her to remain where she was, even if her hand at her side grasped the skirt a little more. Nothing Azreal did was threatening or crossed any lines. But what she saw in those eyes was not contempt or disgust, but appreciation. Part of her wanted to smile at his observation about her person. True, she was strong willed. But only as far as she could hide her emotions. Where most would have got teary eyed or cried a little in mention to their lack of family, Ashrun held her head high and looked him right in the eyes. Regardless how she clenched a hand at her side or toyed with her ear lobe to contain what she felt inside of her chest and throat. Motions and movements meant more than words. Often times they were regarded as a personal tick and ignored. She'd not blame anyone for not recognizing these things about her. None really knew anything more of Ashrun other than her name and curse.

But she did give him a little lopsided smile. She liked the way his scent drifted off of him. No longer drowning in the stink of whatever it was that had been drenched on his body before and the cooling scent of water and his own odor - even if it was from sweat - was preferable. Cologne and perfumes were foreign to her, and not that Ashrun knew if he had any on or not, but something covered his body in a strange scent that had stung her nose until now.

"<font color="#c69bf6]As I've mentioned, anyone else might have tried to kill you for what you have more than shelter and protect you.[/font]" she looked over her shoulder at him, watching him crouch low in order to remove the shoes he wore on his feet. She watched him a moment, her hand releasing the skirt at her side as she controlled her heart once more. "<font color="#c69bf6]Not that I think you need protecting, but-....due first unto others what you wish to have done to you. Right?[/font]" the phrase was like a prayer the way it left her lips easily before she continued to the air lock door...

 

On the other side of the locked door, walking beside Azreal, she look a moment to unwrap her skirt from around her waist and let it once more fall to the floor. Trailing behind her a little as it circled around her waist. The slit was angled to the side so as she stepped with her right leg, a peek of her foot and ankle would peer out and show the simple string of turquoise stones strung together around her ankle. Her hands held behind her back as she walked toyed with the strings of her top. Wrapping them around her fingers as she watched where ever it was Azreal was looking. From one room to the next, each an empty room with but empty boxes and shelves. A little dusty, but encased in a room of metal for protectio<font color="#f2f5f8]n [/font]<font color="#ffffff]from outside. A few of the frames had simple doors of wood planks, crudely crafted and bound with some kind of rope braided together. While others were shut tight with metal doors - probably original design - and two had no door at all.[/font]<font color="#c69bf6" style="font-style:italic;] "Yes, all the better to protect you with, my pretty.....right?[/font]" Half of Ashrun wanted to apologize for saying something from a childish story. The other half - the one that had her chuckling softly - gave in to that fluttery feeling inside to allow her to enjoy and relax a little more within his company. He no doubt was playful. The comment about a loincloth and his sudden transformation into her were all signs that he was just that. A mask of serious business kept in the jester he no doubt could be. Maybe not a total fool, but enough to show he was somehow...manageable.

The pair walked past the long hall of storage and faced a stone wall. Carved into the side of the cave, to turned off into the earth and went straight for a while longer before turning once more just up ahead. The stone was a kind of streaked, marbleized natural surface. Dark grey undertones and streaks of what looked to be deep green appeared to be polished or wet. But the air was not damp, only cool. Thought the stone was carved out into the tunnels and walk ways, it was not smoothed out but for the path for their feet. There was frames of metal supports every five feet that had lights over head so their path was easy to travel without fear of being in the dark. The pale blue light from the large area beyond the transparent wall was left behind, bathing the pair all in white light.

"<font color="#c69bf6]I'm not sure I will be of good company, but I will try to be a good companion. It's been a long while since i've had any myself.[/font]" she sighed a little, feeling the day weigh on her shoulders as they drooped just a little more. " <font color="#c69bf6]The last settlement I tried to incorporate myself into tried to have me killed. They managed a few good bruises, but nothing more I think[/font]." before she ran away, that is. Something always kept her from harming those that hurt her first. Perhaps it was because to do so would mean the closest settlements would hear of it and try to kill her should she be seen outside her home. The people of Aman did not outwardly try to kill her, only make life hard. But that thin line wavered almost daily.

They reached the end of the hall then and Ashrun turned to continue into the main area of the base. It opened up almost immediately onto another landing with a transparent wall into another section of the cavern and underground river to their left. However, this room looked to be a kind of large commons room with a side area for a kitchen. There were tables about closest to them. Metal frames and chairs with no cushions but a curved design to still be comfortable to sit in. Closest to the transparent wall were cushioned deck seats and benches. A place obviously used to observe the view in comfort with side tables beside each bench. Flowering plants were set on a few of the tables, bringing life and vibrant colors into the metal room. In the middle was a line of 5 stone pits carved from the rock and pitted so there could be the warmth of a fire to sit by. The same metal seats and cushioned benches circled around the fire pits as well as more side tables and plants. 

Opposite from where they stood was another room with sliding doors and another hall way. Green words spelling out 'Lab 1' were spaced along the doors they could see. 

But what had Ashrun's attention was the room just opposite of the transparent wall. She motioned to it with her chin, lifting a hand to his shoulder to get his attention as Azreal took in the sights of the area she brought them to. "<font color="#c69bf6]That is the main food storage section and kitchen. My rooms has a smaller cooking area, but it is a more comfortable space. I-....don't recommend using the fire pits in here. The smoke has no where to escape to.[/font]" She motioned up then, looking to the ceiling to show there were no air vents or the like that would allow the smoke to escape from. 

Moving forward just one more step, Ashrun paused when he asked if she would join him in his bath. Was he testing her? Another joke to see her reaction or was he in earnest? True, she was not one that was experienced with the types of things that happened with a man and a woman, but she wasn't stupid either. Or naive. When men talked while no one was around - or so they thought - she heard things.

Ashrun stood straight then, twisting her waist around to look at him while her foot swiveled about to make the turn easier and less strenuous to maintain. She blatantly looked him up and down. Inspecting his form and his face with a different gleam in her eye. Twice she looked at him. Once to size him up when they first crossed paths and the other a pre-measuring assessment to fashion him clothes to wear. Neither were taking in what they saw in any carnal way. However, this time she did. She imagined her tiny self - in-comparison to him anyways - being held in his arms. Or hanging from his neck by her arms. She knew her feet would not even touch the ground should he stand straight. Ashrun let her mind and eyes rest on his hands, thinking of how his touch would feel along her skin. Running in her hair and along her arms when she remembered her deformities. Flinching visibly, she turned away from him and grasped the material of her skirt with her left hand once more with a clenched fist. "<font color="#c69bf6]I think perhaps not....[/font]" she whispered in the silent room. Periwinkle eyes cast down as she spoke before she looked at him as she had before, an empty expression and a stance of pure confidence. "<font color="#c69bf6]I do enjoy your company and you are not without appeal, but to start a friendship with physical needs and unnecessary contact isn't how I want to maintain....us.[/font]" She held his gaze a while, keeping her composure until another wave of exhaustion hit her shoulders. Feeling a little deflated after her explanation, her right hand came up and ran her fingers along the foliage surrounding her eye. 

"<font color="#c69bf6]I'll show you to my rooms and you can bath there...[/font]" Ashrun quickly padded along the metal flooring towards the kitchen area and yet hidden behind a large potted tree was another door way that lead to where ever she was headed. Once at the entrance did she stop and wait for Azreal, her hand not releasing it's grasp on her skirt. For a moment, she did not face him. Her head down as she felt foolish for speaking as she did when she knew it was only a joke on his behalf. One a little too close to her heart to brushed off easily. Perhaps he knew that and made the jest anyways if only to be cruel. most didn't need more of a reason than that. 

But she did look up as he approached and her hand rose to rub at her ear lobe. A red hue across her cheeks while she tried to offer him an apologetic smile. 

Once more walking side by side, the pair continued down another hall of rooms. All intact with metal sliding doors and panels beside each one. Most panels had no power and a few seemed to be smashed as if someone attempted to break into the room by destroying what kept it locked in the first place. A few had the ID card keys already with in them and would blink green when they passed by as if ready to be opened. Yet all of these were passed. Easily some of the rooms appeared to be large enough to fit at least three people easily. perhaps five if all were all small as Ashrun. But with someone as slight as she and the items found in his location, it was obvious the furnishings were made for people of Azreals height and structure. Where the panel locks would perhaps be at Azreal's chest, they would be in a direct line to Ashrun's eyes. 

The pair moved forward, turning this way and that down a very long corridor and a few other halls that had signs reading 'Lab Area 1-4' or -Lab Area 5-9'. Not until they reached a small stair case did they reach their destination. At the top of the stairs was a set of double doors. A plaque above the unlocked panel read 'Captains Quarters.' "<font color="#c69bf6]This is it. I hope you don'd mind the trek to get here.[/font]" Stepping towards the doors, they opened on their own for Ashrun to walk in first. 
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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 09-21-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png]Despite his best intentions to refrain from catching her reaction to his less than mature humor -- which he fully realized after the fact -- Azreal couldn't help but watch in awkward silence as each came to a halt. Ashrun gave him more than just a once over, he clearly understood that she had taken his comment quite sincerely. Truly, he was ashamed in taking advantage of her for a joke. In this he was a lesser man, a humbling realization considering how highly he thought of himself on a regular basis. From his first breath of air on this planetoid, he consider a being with his talents practically a god compared to whatever primitive beings he might have encountered.

Not to say Azreal didn't find Ashrun physically attractive, the statement wouldn't have been made in the first place if she wasn't appealing to his tastes. Physicality was insignificant, or close to it in a relationship with a shapeshifter like himself. Whatever form he desired he could take on as his own. There are no limits to what qualities he could give himself, mixing and meshing together; it was how he came to have his current visage after all. What Azreal needed out of others was a particular sense of self. Ashrun was shamed by her entire species, she had no family to speak about, and each day was one spent in solitude. Despite what would likely emotionally crush most people, she stood strong, or at least played the part well. She may not have developed what he considered technical marvels for this world, but she kept it safely as her own. The Valar still roamed the jungle above and interacted with her kind despite the prejudice they placed upon her very name. At the end this inflicted exile, when Azreal left this miserable rock, he could see her traveling away with him. He'd nurture her ability, and show her how grand the universe can be through his life.

However, this was a ways off, at the moment he did not even have the slightest idea on how badly damaged his craft was. If it was completely inoperable, then a new ship would have to be found if it even existed. Were he able to service his starship, he'd have to somehow learn how to repair it with inferior parts. The possibilities for a long term outcome here were near endless, until he had a better grasp of the situation that is.

All of these thoughts were distractions running through his brain at a rapid fire pace, anything as to not judge himself any further over what he had said. It got even worse though, as she suddenly turned away, declining his bravado with barely a whisper. Even as she regained her composure to justify her reasoning, it wouldn't help alleviate any of the guilt filling his gut. Azreal wouldn't reply immediately with anything more than an understanding look in his eyes and a brief nod at first, following further behind as she carried on her way through the facility. His guarded control over his features wouldn't falter even in his shame. A master of masks, were he so easily shaken up a knife would have been twisted in his back years ago.

Ashrun seemed quite willing to brush off his innuendo to guide him from one room to the next, and Azreal didn't cease to show interest in everything she showed off. The common room was spacious to put it lightly, too much for one woman to ever use all by herself, which he gathered from the second he stepped out of the elevator.

"<font color="d4a017]It was worth it.[/font]" Azreal said bluntly, though with how he was still inspecting the even the walls they passed by, he meant it. "<font color="d4a017]Like I said, your home is incredible. A structure this large could house dozens. I wonder who the old caretakers were, and what the purpose might have been.[/font]" Aimless ramblings, the golden locked gentleman wondered what was hidden away in all of the rooms he'd seen, certainly the ones marked as laboratories. His curiosity was came to a peak at the label above where Ashrun described as her own room. Who could the captain have been? If they were even around after deserting this base what had to have been decades ago.

Stepping inside behind her Azreal let out a quiet sigh, events had tried him both in body and mind. Stability was required for him to start on the proper path, and at the very least, Ashrun seemed like the best individual to hedge his bets on currently. Passing her by, he wasted little time in finding a chair to drop down into, fingers idly fiddling with the buttons of his intricately patterned vest. Sliding the garment over his arms it hung over the wooden back. His satchels clumped to the floor with two clasps around his shoulders undone. Slumping down somewhat he fumbled for an item in his breast pocket. Tired orbs viewed her from behind cracked lenses as he found what he was looking, a pair of simple glasses now rest along the brim of his nose. "<font color="d4a017]Ashrun, are other safehouses such as this?[/font]" Who built them didn't matter, not that it wasn't a affair for him to wonder about. What mattered, was that if more of these places were out in the savage lands above, he'd not hesitate in pillaging them all to fix his ship if he had to. A wave of his hand stopped any further questioning though, Azreal wouldn't bother her with this right now. Standing up he stretched out his lower back with a groan and continued. "<font color="d4a017]Never mind that, there will be time to discuss plenty I'm sure. A long soak sounds perfect right about now.[/font]"

A moment to himself and his contemplative intellect was what he could use most. This planet...no, Aman had mysteries abound for him to solve, his companion one of them. He'd get to know her better than anyone else, and she would be his to use as both a friend and a tool to create a means to escape. Safety, at least here seemed assured; food wouldn't be an issue, and if it was he'd secure an adequate stockpile with her help. Azreal wouldn't be leaving in the near future, that much he did not hold any illusions of. Eventually he'd branch out to other settlements to see just what he was dealing with on this world. The end goal would be the city, and if there was no help to be found there, then perhaps these bunkers might be the key; if not in repairing his craft, then sending a message a great enough distance to be found. His back facing her, Azreal reached towards the ceiling with those length limbs before dropping them to his sides with a content exhale. "<font color="d4a017]I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable earlier. I truly value your faith in me, and I appreciate what our friendship is and could become.[/font]"

Of course, he did say he had a silver tongue.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 09-21-2015


[size=small]Once both were inside the room, Ashrun in turn gave a heavy sigh to show her own exhaustion. Her morning gave way into a horrible afternoon which lead to an interesting and yet stressful evening. Azreals presence in her life now was going to be a change. Something she was used to doing. Changing. But it was usually people leaving her, not coming into her life that was the change. So, having an extra body around would be interesting to say the least. That is, for as long as he wished to remain here. For now, she had no reason to want him to remain or wish for him to leave. True, he was someone she did not know. He could have been on the run for something he did before he crashed. His clothing was unlike anything she has ever seen and his ability alone could mean much more than she bargained for. But he regretted joking with her as he had earlier. He did not harm her and seemed considerate, seeing as he immediately removed his shoes once he saw she did not wear her own.

Basically, Ashrun wanted to get to know Azreal more. Find out about the world outside of her own walls and explore her own world with him. If only to show him things she never would have been able to show anyone else. Like her home, for example. 

She watched Azreal move to one of the seats in the <font color="#1979e6]main living area[/font]. Somewhat curious as to how natural and comfortable he was in her home. Maybe it was simply an empty room never seemed natural, even if she was in it. It still felt empty. 

Following his lead, Ashrun removed the short robe from around her waist and put it away on a hook by the door, watching him from the corner of her eye as she continued to remove the rest of her unnecessary garb. The belt holding her skirt in place was removed and shaken off, letting the long egg-shell white cloth unravel to three times it's length before it recoiled back into a yard for her to hang on the hook. The hair sticks she wore were pulled out as well and set on the side table closest to her. What must have once been a candy bowl or fruit bowl was now used to house her many accessories that kept her hair atop her head. It was long. Pooling on the floor by her feet and around her shoulders as a robe. It remained down as she now wore the skin tight trousers of camel brown and her white top. 

As the pair de-robbed, he asked another question. Part of Ashrun didn't want to reply, but she knew it would be better to give him what he wanted. For now. 

But the words barely formed in her head before he discarded the question entirely. Ashrun turned to walk over to him, take a seat with him, when she saw the glasses on his face. They were not entirely strange - she had seen them before - but something about them on Azreal was-.....too appealing. She nodded, silently thanking him for not asking her more questions just yet and let him stretch as he needed to apologize for his words. With his back to her, she held her hands behind her back while she watched the way he moved. She enjoyed the sight he gave her. The long expanse of his back and neck, large hands reaching - almost touching - the ceiling of her apartment where she felt very small in comparison.

"<font color="#c69bf6]Thank you for the apology. I know you did not intend to mean it, and I took your joke perhaps.....too seriously. But yes. Bathe and i'll begin the wash and dinner.[/font]" She moved closer to him them, setting her hands on his waist to show she was coming around him to lead him into the small hallway that ended at a door. Two doors were on either side of her and one behind. She opened the door to her left, the light turning on immediately. "<font color="#c69bf6]This is the bathroom with the pool that fills with water. You know how to use it, i'm sure. Behind me is a bedroom....but...[/font]" she looked to the door to behind her and sighed. "<font color="#c69bf6]...if you do not mind, i'd-...like to share the room with you. Unless you-....object....[/font]" the last words were spoken softly, as if unsure if she meant them or not. 

Ashrun walked into the bathroom, taking out a few towels for him to use while she felt her cheeks warm. [/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 09-21-2015

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Azreal fidgeted only slightly as she placed the lightest of touches around his waist. Half in a world of his own he had not quite expected her hands upon his person, but he couldn't lie in saying that the physical connection was pleasant even if it was brief. Ashrun had similarly shed excess layers, and as she led him onward towards the bathroom he did not let the moment pass by to let his eyes trail downward while he followed from behind.

Short in comparison to himself, her figure was certainly kept in shape from the lifestyle on this planet. From behind he could clearly view altered wing and arm, not so much as deformities like she did, but as just another unique trait of hers. To say he didn't let his stare rest on her lower half for a spell would be doing some disservice. Her bottoms were rather form fitting and he could follow each sway of her hips with every step, all the way down to her bare feet padding along the floor. Not that he mentioned his preferences often, but he preferred his partners to be smaller than himself. How uncouth of him to be peering in such a way in a newly formed friendship. Still, such were the ways between men and women at times; this is the natural order.

On his way to the bathroom, Azreal made quick work of the buttons of his attire with nimble digits so that by the time she'd opened the door for him to walk inside he'd already begun peeling the cold fabric from his torso. Inside there was plenty of room for the man to relax, and he would certainly use it to do so. Tossing his balled up shirt into an empty basket, he didn't waste a second in moving over to the faucet for the pool.

Over his shoulder the man practically gleamed with his smile as he caught Ashrun in his sight right as she seemed to be pondering a question of her own for him. Hot water rushed into the receptacle with a turn of handle, Azreal turning to sit on the edge of the tub while she barely squeaked out the final bit of her request. "<font color="d4a017]After I wash up, and we both eat. I would love it if we could settle down in bed and tell a few tales together. I think that would go a long way in us getting to know one another better.[/font]" Removing his glasses, he set them down next to him and ran steady fingers through those golden locks in order to slick his hair back in place. "<font color="d4a017]<font color="d4a017]Everything that is but a way of life <font color="d4a017]to you he<font color="d4a017]re is[/font][/font][/font] a mystery to me, so anything you have to share would be riveting.[/font]" With the bath filling nicely, he'd remove his socks and toss them into the same bin as before.

The cool tile a wonderful feeling against his naked skin, he'd stand quickly and pace over to where Ashrun stood in all of her strange beauty. "<font color="d4a017]<font color="d4a017]And <font color="d4a017]b[/font][/font]elieve me when I say I could truly open your eyes to the skies above with what I can tell you.[/font]" Azreal let that genuine expression remain on his features, taking the towel from her in one hand and brushing at a loose strand hanging by her ear where she always seemed to be rubbing. His back facing her he went back over, to the bath, testing the temperature with a dip of his hand into the rippling water he nodded in satisfaction before placing his hands at his waist, pausing before going through with a scandalous action.

"<font color="d4a017]Now unless you really do plan to get in with me, I suggest you be on your way. I'm not going anywhere.[/font]" He chuckled quietly, greatly anticipating how the hot bath would help alleviate the tension that had been growing in his muscles. This time for sure, Azreal would not be taking a peek at her face for a reaction.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 09-21-2015

[size=small]For the briefest of moments it took for her to open the door and make sure the bathroom was not disorderly - such as clothes on the floor or hair in the tub - Azreal had already removed his shirt and was walking to the small (but spacious) indoor pool to start running his bath. To him, it might be a little small but for Ashrun she would be able to submerge herself entirely. Not that she realized, but there was something about having someone see her dirty clothes or dirty home that was both embarrassing and taboo. Perhaps it wasn't necessarily completely taboo, but the thought of Azreal having to move her dirty clothes out of his way much less pull hair from his own bath when he was supposed to relax right now was far too much to allow. Her eyes roamed around the bathroom, making sure that it had been left clean for a guest when she saw his shirt flying into the basket she tossed the dirty clothes in normally. Frozen for just a moment, Ashrun looked up from the floor to the skin he exposed to her eyes. The view was immediately absorbed, her mouth a little dry suddenly and she tried not to fidget too much at the feeling in her stomach and chest. A twisting pressure that felt hot and yet did not hurt. Not in a painful way, at least.

From the way his shoulders flexed while he reached to fill the tub only to turn and face her, showing his chest for her eyes. '<font color="#9ad1c6]He is intentionally teasing me now...I know it!![/font]' Ashrun thought as she swallowed a lump in her throat and moved a little more into the room to gather his discarded shirt and her own clothes from inside the basket. It would be easier to clean his clothes tomorrow. To let him bathe now and worry about what to do with his things later. But-....then she would not be able to watch his reflection as he smiled at the feel of the cold floor on his feet. How Azreal's arms and stomach moved when he stood and moved over to her. "<font color="#c69bf6]There is not much to tell that would be of interest, but knowledge is better to have than be ignorant of when in a new place. I'll try not to overlook anything when I bore you to sleep.[/font]"

His clothes under one arm, the towel in the other, she looked up at him and his gentle smile. Before, Azreal always seemed to grin. Not that he was rude about the smirk, but in comparison so a genuine smile - his features softening to make him all the more appealing - it was what nearly undid her earlier explained resolve.

"<font color="#c69bf6]I would love to have y-....you tell me.....stories....[/font]" her words stuck in her throat as he took the towel from her hand and moved rebel strands of hair from her face. His fingers barely grazed along the shell of her ear - effectively tickling her hair along the appendage - and her face felt on fire almost immediately. Her now free hand switched the clothes so she was able to reach up to grasp at her ear lobe and stroke the piece of flesh while she stared at his retreating back. The encounter much to short to fully enjoy just yet.

However, once his hands went to his waist to remove the remaining clothes, Ashrun did not let him finish his playful chastising sentence before she rushed out of the bathroom and closed it behind her. Only a simple apology of 'sorry' left in her wake. On the other side, her heart raced from the moment of panic. He might not have been jesting the second time, and she knew there would be much more of him teasing her at this point on. But if the view of his flawless skin, complete form and the smile paired with the simplest of touch to her ear wasn't enough to throw caution to the wind and bathe with him, the feeling of her wing pressed against the door behind her - lightly scraping metal on metal was just the thing to knock her back into realization. 

Sighing to herself, she took his clothes into the bedroom to toss them into the basket with the other things to wash. It could wait till later.[/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 09-22-2015

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Before he could even finish his taunt the door clicked shut behind him. That curl to his lips widened in response and a low hum reverberated in his chest in amusement. Ashrun could be teased with but the simplest displays, and that amused the shifter to no end. Azreal understood that his figure was well sculpted, to be envied and lusted over; it was designed to be as such. Most found his height appealing, and certainly he had decent tone to his form, but not overly so. If there were scars he'd taken measures to remove them, but his training and style of combat rarely put him in the way of a blade.

With her out of the bathroom Azreal would continue stripping down to his skivvies and then nothing at all. The cool air brought gooseflesh all about him, making the steam rising out of the tub all the more a priority. Still filling, but full enough, Azreal slipping into the bath one foot at a time. His heightened senses couldn't make out a peep from Ashrun on the other side of the metal barrier, so he assumed her to have vanished to wash his filthy clothes and prepare dinner. Stinging at his skin, the water was far too hot to be comfortable, but it helped in soothing strained muscles. When he settled himself into what was really just a shallow pool, the water had risen enough with him inside to turn the faucet off.

Azreal stretched out feeling tension leave his body, sliding further into the wide pool until he submerged fully. It was a tight fit for sure as his feet reached the marble surface of the rim, but he reveled in being cut off from any sound other than his own heart. Golden eyes closed to the irritation from exposure, and he went into deep contemplation over his situation.

'<font color="d4a017]I have no idea who shot my ship down, why they opened fire, and how the hell they knew I would be where I was at that pivotal interval in the jump.[/font]' It was perhaps the most important mystery to solve over any intrigue this planet possessed, as even if he managed to find a way off the attacking party still existed and he had no clue of their origin, and had no way to gain information on them while he was here.

Bubbles escaped his nostrils, but he continued to stay beneath the plane. Holding his breath was of little concern as he could likely hold it for longer than he ever needed; like this he was better able to focus on the matters at hand. '<font color="d4a017]I know little beyond what I've gathered from Ashrun, who I find myself lucky to have come across her over any other native. From what I've heard of how she's been treated her kind seem quite primitive in their ideology regardless of how they've advanced.[/font]' The only true city he'd come across was at a glance in the middle of his crash landing, and while it seemed beyond what he expected from a world that had yet to be deforested, he had to question how much of it had been pilfered from past travels. In regards to that, just why did this place seem to attract off-worlders considering how off the galactic grid Aman was.

Sitting up and breaking the surface of the water with a splash, he exhaled the remainder of the air held in his lungs for several lengthy in what had to be a sigh. Perhaps Ashrun would have a few answers for him later tonight, if anything though, he'd at least get to share a bed with another. His fellow shapeshifter was pleasant enough for him to view regardless of what she probably considered deformities, and her way of life matched his own in relatable ways. She accepted him regardless of having every reason not to. Beyond that, she took him back to a well hidden safehouse of hers without knowing if he was even a threat or not. Most would call that idiotic, himself included, but that did not mean Azreal wouldn't respect her all the same. He owed her for this, and would work out an appropriate compensation in the future even if she did not desire anything of the sort.

Looking around he grabbed what he guessed was a bar of soap. It was far from any of the name-brand products he was used to, but as he scrubbed himself with the lightly scented bar he didn't see any need to complain; the job would be done regardless. Getting himself lathered from head to toe was a tedious, but fulfilling process practically able to feel the grime flow off of him. Without the adrenaline rushing through his veins to fuel his fight or flight instincts his body was coming down from the burned energy, a low, unflattering rumble from his stomach given in return. Needless to say, a man like Azreal took his time with his bath, but when he finished he'd be sure to wrap a towel around his waist and seek out Ashrun for either a fresh pair of clothes and a meal, preferably both.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 09-22-2015


[size=small]There wasn't too much time to bathe and relax in a hot bath as Azreal was want. To soak and let the grime of the day wash off her body. Lather in the foaming soap bar till everything felt clean. Mend the bruises on her body that were beginning to get sore as well as repair the damage to her spirit. These things she knew came with a long hot bath. But those could wait another day. There was too much to do and think of right now to unwind completely.

Ashrun knew that he would be a while, but perhaps not as long as she suspected. In the time it took him to wash and contemplate his day, Ashrun had taken a somewhat warm shower as well as dressed and started on preparing food.

Washing off with the little bottle of pink liquid soap in the <font color="#4d91dd]master bathroom[/font] from her hair to her toes, she was sure not to spend too much time under the water yet come out clean none the less. There was no time to contemplate on the man in her apartment or the way the sight of his body and the smallest of touches turned her insides into a fluttering hot mess. These things could be reflected upon when she was supposed to be sleeping. With luck, he would not want to venture out immediately.

There was just enough room in her mind to put together a meal that he might enjoy.

Her shower done, hair towel dried the best she could and a quick - yet painful - brush through she pulled on sleeping clothes and padded into the kitchen. Since she was to prepare food, a moment was spared to gather the mess of now dark purple, almost eggplant, locks to one shoulder and bound it together at the small of her back with a black strip of cloth. Her hair would hang down the line of her back, leaving nothing to cover her <font color="#4d91dd]sleepwear[/font]. A gown that seemed to have been patched together with odds and ends. Perhaps mending holes and rips in a flourish of dainty bits if fabric to almost decorate what was already there. 

She felt settled now. Her body washed and the preparation of food at hand. As Azreal finished his bath, she didn't bother looking up at him when the door opened. From behind the counter in the<font color="#4d91dd] [/font]<font color="#4d91dd]kitchen[/font] she could look straight through the living room to the small hall that lead into the bathroom and bedrooms. "<font color="#c69bf6]I've just started preparing a meal. I'm not sure what you like to eat but....[/font]" her hand holding the knife came down with a crack to the cutting board, missing the vegetable in her hand entirely as she released it. Ensuring that she would not get cut in her rather violent endeavor to cut a single item, but taking far too long. There was already a mess of sliced things in a pan behind her on the stove. Burning as she tried once more to cut the vegetable.

Failing once more, she seemed to get an irritated tick in her eye. Her usual calm demeanor broke for just a second as she growled low in her throat before trying again. And did not move her hand, in which she was successful in cutting the vegetable but only barely missing her fingers in the process. Smiling at the small sucess, Ashrun looked up at Azreal and immediately looked away again. The earlobe she toyed with was once more given attention as she set the knife down. "<font color="#c69bf6]I'll-....find my brothers clothes. I hate to ask but would you watch the food so it wont burn...[/font]" her eyes wondered to the stove and she sighed, quickly removing the pan from the flame, "<font color="#c69bf6]...anymore...[/font]"  [/font]  

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 09-24-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="avatar]There were in fact no said clothes lain out for Azreal once he stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing into the much cooler bedroom from the entrance. Honestly, it wasn't expected as she said she too would be washing up, and Azreal while he felt took at least a little while, had not burned the night away in his solitude. Not a man to idly sit around, especially in the buff, he'd begin a trek back through the way she'd led him initially in hopes of bumping into her. Preferably she'd not be as he was, barely covered and still somewhat damp from his bath, or else he just might not be able to help himself with the temptations. These were but fun fantasies to play with though, and he knew it.

Padding along with bare feet he made sure to keep one hand at his waist to hold the towel in position, it wasn't long before the scent of her cooking endeavor was caught by his senses. So that was what she was up to. A smile on his lips, he hoped to catch her off guard once more with his appearance. This time would be a touch more unintentional, considering she had removed whatever attire he could have worn and had yet to replace it. The situation would amuse him all the same, he had no doubt. What was essentially a long hallway from the sleeping quarters to the dining area.

With his companion now in sight, he could see her diligently settled behind a counter-top, preparing a meal of some sort for the two of them. While she was facing his direction, she had not peered up from her actions, giving Azreal a moment to admire a unique nightgown she had donned. Unlike before so much of her skin was revealed for his eyes to eat up. When the two were in bed he'd have to lay his hands on her if only briefly to see if she was as soft as she looked.

Either way, he continued his approach despite his daydreams, finding little humor in her attempts at cutting a single vegetable or the searing collection of diced ingredients smoking from the pan behind her. Oh my, how had she gotten by with these skills thus far? Still, he didn't grimace, only taking it as a challenge. In exactly what regards, he'd not say. "<font color="d4a017]Oh, I'm sure whatever you have in mind will suit my tastes just fine.[/font]" A slight fib, but he wasn't about to insult his new friend's efforts. When she finally glanced upwards and dropped the blade in her grasp to go straight to her ear he couldn't help but crack that typical teasing grin.

There it was.

Ashrun spoke in a hurried manner about gathering a set of her brother's clothing for him to wear before escaping the room and delegating the meal to him for a spell. "<font color="d4a017]Don't worry, I think I'll be alright taking over from here.[/font]" Ashrun was surprisingly quick when she wished to be, vanishing from his sight with the hem of her dress fluttering behind her. With a roll of his neck, he took up her spot behind the counter, knife in his grip and checking on the contents of the pan she'd taken off of the stove.

This could be salvaged he deducted. Finishing what she started, Azreal with little effort sliced up the vegetable into thin pieces, his precision with an edge was nothing to scoff at. Dumping the somewhat blackened mishmash of greens onto a serving platter, he placed what he'd chopped up into the pan and put it back over the fire. Searching the kitchen for other items to use brought mixed results. Other herbs and vegetables were taste tested one ones he found similar to more common known varieties were pulled over to the cutting board.

With what seemed like rice in a pot of boiling and a slab of meat also on the menu to be filleted, Azreal figured he could make an acceptable dinner for the pair. Not so much a seasoned chef by any means, but having enough practice in cooking for himself a time or two, Azreal felt confident enough to not screw over the dinner. Off putting as it was to be preparing all of this while practically stark naked, the shifter was far too old to let it bother him all that much. Having decided on a less than complicated dish, he'd plate the alien stir fry on the ovular platter he'd used earlier in what wouldn't seem visually impressive, but it couldn't taste all that terrible in his opinion. Now he just needed something to wear, or not, he'd adapt in either scenario.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 09-25-2015


[size=small]He was going to be a handful. She could already tell by the way he seemed to present himself to her at every chance. First toying with her by using words - as he called it - from his silver tongue and then displaying the skin of his chest and back. Ashrun felt that tingle from where his hand had touched her ear prior. Heat spread along her face and neck, having her immediately seek out something cool to maintain her expression and not show she was too bothered by him. Hence why she held onto her ear lobe. Whenever he was saying or doing something to cause her blood to run hot, her hand would grasp hear ear lobe and help cool the heat in her chest. But no amount of ear pulling was going to save her from this man and his nearly bare body before her eyes.

Not but a towel tied around his waist covered him. Legs, chest arms and stomach were in plain sight if she would just look up long enough to enjoy said view. But that was not a thing she could do. Gawk openly at something she wanted. Even if it wasn't such a nice form as she saw before her now.

"<font color="#c69bf6]Thank you. I'll be quick...[/font]" finally able to move her legs after the initial shock of Azreals damp body soaked into her mind, she slipped past him. Walking by him so a whisp of his scent (now washed) caught her nose and trailed after her all the way back to the room opposite the bathroom. Once inside, she paused and placed her hands to her cheeks, feeling the heat that built up there. She was so close to him a moment ago. Felt the heat of his body and that alluring scent. A man's musk. Amber wood and something mixed in she could not place. Sweet, but not like sugar. She knew the scent, but could not place it. Regardless, she had to cover his body with closes and that meant looking into her brothers things. 

The room was dark but for a small green glow across the room. She knew it well enough and would be able to locate what she wanted without any problems. But reaching them was the issue. It would be easier to ask for Azreal to help. Have him come into the room and take the box down from the top of the closet. But that would mean the food would not be prepared. And the appeal of getting him alone in a dark room with a bed to their side perhaps a bit too coincidental. Ashrun shook that thought from her head, knowing the reason for her feelings was that he was simply kind to her. He had not yet done anything to cause her harm or upset. Azreal was how people should act with one another. Obliging, thankful and polite. It had been too long since any had been decent to her, it was getting to her head. 

The explanation in place, Ashrun nodded. He did not like her as any more than a friendly person. There was no need or desire for anything more from her. 

Feeling a little more heart heavy, Ashrun gathered a chair from behind the desk in the room and pulled it over to the closet buy the door. Letting only the green glow and the hall lighting assist in her sight. The siding doors were open and Ashrun stepped on the chair to reach into the shelving high atop the closet. A large cardboard box was there among a few other things, but it was the only box to speak of. Taking it down to rest on her shoulder, she recognized the scent and weight of it. That floral scent pulled at her heart, making it break a little more as she once more held the last of her brothers things. 

With box in hand, she jumped from the chair. Her gown catching on the chair and pulling it down with her as she felt the carpet on her bare feet. 

The back of the metal chair slid down the back of her leg and pulled at the skin just enough to cause her to yelp in pain but not enough to drop the box in her hand. Ashrun grumbled a little from the attack against her bare legs, a shiver from the pain running along her spine. But it didn't last long. A small mishap. Nothing to fret too much over. Box in hand, she left the bedroom and entered the master room to remove a set of men's black pajama pants with coordinating sage green shirt. There was embroidery on the hem of the shirt to the bottom right of the front. A name. A symbol. Both unknown to Ashrun other than to mark them as her brothers. The clothes were shaken out, sniffed at to be sure they did not smell musty and folded nicely on the bed with a few other sets of clothes. They seemed as if they would fit Azreal without mending. But they would need to be worn to know for sure. 

The box was folded and set aside so once she stepped out of the room to see the meal he prepared in a very short amount of time, Ashrun could not help the smile. "<font color="#c69bf6]...You-...can cook?[/font]" she asked once she moved into the kitchen to stand beside him. Her shoulder almost touching him as she leaned in to take a long whiff of the food. Her eyes did not stray from the platter of food for a while. Enjoying the scent and appearance far too much. "<font color="#c69bf6]This looks delicious. I could never do this...[/font]" Ashrun bit on her bottom lip as her body turned to face him, eyes raised up to look at Azreal. Her fingers once more at her earlobe once she caught his eyes with her own. "<font color="#c69bf6]There are clothes for you in the bedroom. See if they fit before I make any alterations....[/font]"[/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 09-26-2015

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Ashrun returned from her venture as if possessing the foresight to time her arrival perfectly. With nothing left to plate, Azreal set the heated pan on the cool side of the stove, and the blade back to the cutting board. If she was impressed by this simple recipe that he threw together on the fly, then he had plenty to expose her apart from the universe beyond this small rock. "<font color="d4a017]It's better to cook for oneself than to order takeout every night.[/font]" Chuckling he realized that she likely didn't understand the term like many of the references he dropped. Ashrun hovered far to close for him without more than a towel as a barrier, but her attention focused on the platter of food rather than his figure. He didn't take offense though, as he too was rather famished from the day's activities. Only briefly did he let their gazes meet before he stepped around her at the mention of the clothing she pulled for him to try on.

"<font color="d4a017]With a little practice, even you could manage a meal like this.[/font]" Stepping away in a backward motion did he continue watching Ashrun, still not quite finished in his quip towards her considering how he'd seen her struggling to even slice a single vegetable. Azreal only poked fun at her because he cared, at least that was how he viewed things. "<font color="d4a017]All you have to do is place it into personal servings. I'll let you know how everything fits when I get back.[/font]" Turning on his heels, Azreal wandered off the direction she had earlier to find the bedroom containing his new attire. The apartment complex had quite a few living arrangements beyond one individual's needs, several bedrooms, a sizable kitchen, and recreational spaces; a team of scientists, scholars, and/or travelers housed securely in an underground facility on a remote world.

For what purpose?

In the dimly lit room it took only moments for his eyes to adjust to the low lighting. Supernatural in every sense of the word, one only had to take a look at those outlandish oculars, not even taking into account his ability to shift in the blink of an eye. From smooth tile to the shaggy woven carpet he'd seem to glide along, letting the his damp towel fall behind him as he approached the bed. His companion had lain out a collection of tops and bottoms for him to pick and choose from, scrutinizing his options immediately considering the stark change in style he was accommodated himself with. Still, they were undoubtedly better suited for him to wear considering the environment up above so he certainly wouldn't turn his nose up at the offer given. Cooler colors were more of a match for him than the autumn hues., which is why he primarily wore black and only inlaid his gold trim into detail work on his suits.

Grabbing at a shirt, he tossed it over his blonde locks and took quick notice of the height difference in her brother to himself. Perhaps, he was a bit of a heavier build as well, considering how loose the fabric hung off of his form. Or rather, that was the design here as anything too snug would cling uncomfortably to one's skin. He'd chosen what was similar to a tunic of sorts, dark blue in dye at the chest and white in the long sleeves. Unsure, but not disregarding the option he set it aside while picking up a sleeveless pair and starting a pile for what he'd prefer to keep. Pants were a must in his view and he'd not bother with anything that didn't go down past his knees, though what he did try on he noticed that not only were they just too free in the waist, but rose too high at the hem; another note to let Ashrun know about. Boots were something he'd require considering the rough underbrush and terrain of the hills, that or get used to running around barefoot as Ashrun seemed to. He'd inquire for a pair later on, but for now he took what he assumed were his sleep clothes. Siding the black pajama bottoms over his hips, he was pleased that the elastic kept them from falling off of him as the pants all but were doing. The sage green top was akin in fitting as the other shirts had been. Certainly her sibling and himself were not of the same height or build, but for what it was worth it was close enough.

Azreal didn't have the patience to stand around testing each article, to put together several matching outfits. What he'd decied on would have to suffice for the time being, at least until his stomach wasn't eating away at itself; a figure of speech that he was sure Ashrun would be horrified at.

When she'd glimpse at him, thankfully for her Azreal would indeed have his such indecent qualities covered up, though he'd still be wearing that sly grin as if he knew what went through her thoughts when he played around with her feelings, intentionally or otherwise. "<font color="d4a017]Not quite a perfect fit, the bottoms will have to be pulled in a bit, preferable let out lengthwise, but other than that I can make do with what your brother left behind. Thank you again.[/font]" As if he hadn't said those words enough at this point, but she truly had been an excellent host thus far. "<font color="d4a017]I'm ready to eat though, how about you?[/font]"</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 09-26-2015

[size=small]For a moment, she stared at his lips as he said 'take out' with an expression of pure confusion in her eyes. Ashrun tilted her head to the side a little pursing her lips just the slightest bit as she thought it out. What did it mean? To order take out in reference to food could have something to do with bringing something outside, or to another being. But why would you venture outside at this time of night to bring someone else food? That sounded like a job or position one had to specialize in. 

Her thoughts didn't go very far from there for as soon as she watched him move around her. Her attention focused away from the food and on Azreal, Ashrun stepped closer to the counter to give him more space to move around her. The kitchen was not small by any means, but they stood at the counter closest to the only entrance in and out of the kitchen. She the closest to the end of the counter. Had she not moved, he would have grazed along her back or shoulder, bringing attention to what she was realizing slowly once more. He wore not but a towel around his body. 

He poked fun at her again, but she was not able to look up into his face as he was just yet. Eyes cast down to the platter of food once more, she rubbed at her earlobe and nodded. "<font color="#c69bf6]Y-yeah....i'm not very good with preparing food. I tend to eat....things raw.[/font]" as quick as she was before to get the clothes prepared for him, he was as quick to leave.

In the comfort of her home, alone in the kitchen once more, Ashrun still felt his presence beside her. It was hard not to feel that essence of his. Strong but not over powering, but gentle in a relaxing way. The heat of his body and touch mixed with his natural scent wrapped around her neck like a hand. Not one that choked and caused pain. But a caress. Like a scarf or a massage. Sighing at her mixed feelings with sharing a bed with such a person, Ashrun gathered two sets of table ware. Two white ceramic plates with gold leafing, simple glass cups and utensils were set at the small table. Even a pitcher of water from the cold closet was set to the table for them to have something to drink. Things her father showed her. Things she remembered from when he was around. Traditional table setting, he called it. A family sat together to eat and shared stories of their day. Something she had not been able to do for over 3338 solar cycles.

She had been standing by the table, playing with the gold leafing on one of the plates as he walked in. Dressed in the sleep ware she prepared for him, she looked over the way the clothes fit him. A little more loose than she originally thought, she was simply glad that he didn't bare his skin to her eyes so completely. She met him half way as he approached and held her hand out at the last moment to grasp the material of the shirt and pull it a little, finding how much they would need to be brought in. "<font color="#c69bf6]It will be easier to bring the tops in than out. I can work on the others tomorrow so they will fit you better.[/font]" Ashrun nodded, calculating in her head how many items there were in total versus how many he would need or what he set aside. She looked down at the pants and bent at her waist a little to reach the side of his leg and do the same as she had to his shirt. Testing the amount that would need to be trimmed off and brought in to fit him properly. "<font color="#c69bf6]The pants too...though I cannot make them longer without adding material to the bottom.[/font]" Her hands sought out the waist of his trousers, slipping two fingers into the waistband as the mention of eating the food registered in her tired mind. 

Jumping in place, Ashrun slowly pulled her hands away from him and stood straight. Her right hand moving to grasp the bottom skirt of her gown and the left to her earlobe. "<font color="#c69bf6]Yes...lets eat. You sit, i'll-....bring the platter over.[/font]" 

Ashrun turned about quickly - her hair swirling about her in the process - and walked calmly into the kitchen to gather the platter of food and take it to the table where she set it between the place settings. The two would be facing each other as they ate. A comfortable distance away, she thought to herself. "<font color="#c69bf6]Thank you for preparing the food. I will have to learn from you until-....that is....if you decide to stay longer, i'd be grateful to learn better cooking.[/font]" Would he leave if he was able to? Of course. There was no question about that. Only, would he remain here at her home while he sought a way to get off this planet?[/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 09-28-2015

<sub>[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]Ashrun greeted Azreal's arrival with gusto, open arms immediately pulling at his appropriated attire. A man like himself was quite used to having his measurements taken considering the nature of his abilities put him in varied builds, and in extreme cases an entirely alternate race. Still, with how unnerved she had been earlier at him revealing his bare skin he was somewhat surprised how she reached her fingers into his waistline without the slightest trepidation.

Of course, the second he mentioned that he'd prefer to eat now and be measured later, she seemed to come to her senses and snap back from him with a start, her hands occupying them about her person; a trait he was keen to notice. "<font color="d4a017]Do what is most convenient for you, I'll be fine with however you adjust the clothing.[/font]" As long as he wasn't running naked through the jungle, or stuffed inside his three piece suit, he could manage. In a twirl of dark locks she spun around to begin setting the table, which he took to finding a seat at while she danced about.

With how his "employment" panned out on a regular basis, Azreal either ate short meals in the less than comfortable confinement of a cramped hideout, or dined in the finest of establishments with the upper echelon of society. Quite the dichotomy, but with him always being on the move, and his grace in the company of a certain parties fluctuating at the single shot of a gun, he took what he could get when possible. To have this nice quiet dinner with Ashrun, well, he was more than happy for this occasion.

"<font color="d4a017]Stay longer?[/font]" Azreal repeated her question as if not understanding her meaning behind it, though in reality he gathered what she was getting at as an afterthought. Azreal was not above dropping a poor soul to the wayside once their usefulness to his needs were disproportionate. "<font color="d4a017]It would be preferable in my current situation to remain here with you for the duration of me being stranded on this planet.[/font]" After a pause, Azreal would look down at his plate to collect a sizable bite of food onto his fork. "<font color="d4a017]If you would allow that, of course. It would surely be easier to teach you that way as well.[/font]" Looking up at Ashrun, the shifter would give her one of those softer expressions he'd been handing out far too frequently in her presence; a rarity for most to see. What could he say about it? He found her companionship enjoyable and her spirit admirable. With the first taste of his cooking taken Azreal wouldn't complain, but certainly it was not his best work by any means.

At this point, the silver tongued gentleman didn't have a reason to contemplate on what his next course of action would be. All he had done since landing was worry about what he would do in the coming day, but at the moment Azreal had thought ad nauseum over 'what ifs' without a solid lead. In theory, tomorrow would begin to yield information, perhaps this facility would be a gold mine or not. Either way, with Ashrun's help he was better off than without, at least so far. In relative silence, he'd eat at a surprising pace which one could only assume was an impressive hunger. Surviving the emergency crash onto a foreign world had burned through his figurative reserves of energy, and from there on out without a true feeling of safety his adrenaline had never ceased coursing. Since stepping into the cool enclosure of the cave, he'd been steadily descending from his heightened sense of awareness.

Azreal was starving.

Despite his speed he kept up his manners to a degree. After all, he was no savage as some on this rock might be. That didn't stop him from finishing his serving and going in for seconds, which thankfully he had prepared more than enough to do so. By the time he'd even begin to slow down the would be stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. In different company Azreal would be chatting away idle topics to keep up the guise of interest, but he had simple needs to be met and would do so. That said, Azreal had hit a lull where he was content with his meal, but not impatient in getting to bed. A relatively unimportant thought came to Azreal as he set his utensils down. Leaning back in his chair slightly, he observed Ashrun across from him with a tired lull to his lids as the words left his lips. "<font color="d4a017]Appearances are misleading, so I find myself a bit curious in your age if you don't mind me asking.[/font]" Life expectancy on this planet couldn't have been all too high he figured, nor did he figure the inhabitants of a supernatural lifespan as some varieties of shifters possessed. He could always be wrong though, and it wouldn't be the first time. Was it rude to ask a woman how old they were here? Cultural differences were hard to judge in such brief encounters.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 09-29-2015


[size=small]It was a certain kind of relaxing feeling by setting the table. The glass pitcher for water, simple cutlery and place settings yet they all seemed to be well taken care of. And they were. Not many things Ashrun could say were her mothers, but the white porcelain dishes with gold leafing were one of them. Gingerly, she set the plates out and those were followed by smaller versions, then utensils wrapped in a cloth napkin - a little worn, but clean - and tall cups. Perhaps a little more than she ever did for herself, but something about playing this role of a good companion to her guest was important to her. Nodding a little to herself, she looked up at Azreal as he spoke, glad he broke her silence by his own voice and didn't tease her as he seemed to be want to do often.

His first statement was very cold. Part of her wanted to snip out something none too kind when he spoke that way. But she only bit on the inside of her bottom lip a little to keep herself quiet while she watched him take a bite of his food. Ashrun served him a cup of water and then herself before settling into her own seat across from him and serving herself. A moment passed, two more and she looked up to say something just as Azreal spoke once more. His expression gentler and his words warm in his casual jest. How could he do that? Cold as the metal flooring and warm as her scarf the next? Sighing, she smiled in return and put her fork down so she could speak comfortably. "<font color="#c69bf6]Of course you may stay. Not only for the gifts you have already given me, but-....that it....because you are needing. And I am enjoying your conversation and company.[/font]" Her smile remained in place as they settled in once more to eat.

Her eyes went from the platter of food he prepared on the table back to her own plate. She had served herself far too much. Her hunger was nothing in comparison to his it seemed as he quietly took another helping. Ashrun waited a moment and returned half of her plate before she even touched it. She was far too distracted by how he held his fork and the smooth dance he had when he ate. She tried to copy him, holding the fork as he was and bringing up a bite to her mouth. She was not very successful, since nothing seemed to land on her tongue. With a small huff, she set her fork down and used the large spoon she had at her side to scoop the food into her mouth. Small bite at a time.

It was-....delicious!! She did not hold back in expressing her enjoyment of the nicely prepared meal by humming happily and hiding a giggle with the back of her hand. If this is how he cooked when he was tired, how well would his meals taste fully awake? Oh the possibilities~!!! 

"<font color="#c69bf6]Age...[/font]?" he asked so suddenly, she was caught unaware. Spoon in her mouth, food placed on her tongue and stared at him. The word she tried to speak sounded more like 'Aif', but it was still a curious thing for him to ask almost so suddenly. Ashrun finished the last bite of her food, humming and sighing in satisfaction behind her hand. As if hiding her happy expression from him as he watched her, waiting for an answer. 

"<font color="#c69bf6]My age....[/font]" a hint of her smile remained as she pulled her hand away from covering her mouth. "<font color="#c69bf6]I think-.....well, by who's calendar?[/font]" Following his lead, she sat back in her chair, arms coming around so her left grasped onto the right wrist behind the chair as she looked at him. Not a moment passed before Ashrun moved to stand from her seat and begin clearing the table. "<font color="#c69bf6]According to the calendar Aman keeps, I am fifteen of their rotations. But according to that of my father's keeping, I am just twenty-seven in nine days.[/font]" her dishes already in the kitchen sink, she stood beside Azreal intending to take his plates, but paused. "<font color="#c69bf6]Would you like more before I put the table to rest? Or something a little sweeter?[/font]" As his side, they were almost the same height now. She stood taller while he sat by a little more than a head, but like this she could see his face better. Not having to look up to see him, Ashrun turned her body to set her hip against the table. "<font color="#c69bf6]Your hair is gold. That's uncommon outside the city...[/font]" Her hand rose to the side of his head, intending to feel his hair when she paused and pulled back her hand to reach for her earlobe instead. [/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-01-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="avatar]As it seemed to be the case in his short time knowing her, he caught Ashrun off guard asking about her age. It was in truth a frivolous question to shoot her way considering the scope of their circumstance. In his situation, Azreal was able to remove any true telling mark of his lifespan, and in kind he expected a similar ability to lie in some degree with most other shifters; at the very least many held a decayed growth rate. Beyond that, with how most cultures described ones aging in the cycles of their planet rotating a star, the numbers could and would vary tremendously. It gave him a general understanding though, that he was in fact quite old in comparison to Ashrun, not that it was of any particular merit, or a trait to brag about.

Azreal knew he could be less than pleasant in conversation at times. With how he worked on a day to day basis, his speech was in a constant shifting flow depending on who he was speaking to. A mask for every encounter, and in this occasion it all meshed together as he tried to be himself. He'd all but finished his meal by this point, having taken a full glass and a half of water to go along with it. With just scraps remaining he set his utensils down and let out a quiet sigh of content. Looking across to Ashrun, there was no sense in trying to hide his smile at her enjoying the simple dinner he'd prepared. If this impressed her he wondered like her what kind of reaction he could garner with a better knowledge of the produce and meat on this world.

Ashrun seemed quite done, and so too was he despite not having cleared his plate fully. In a bit of a hustle she came over and he'd wave off his dishes for her to take since she appeared vested in doing so. Better for him since he needed a moment just to settle after with how much he packed down. "<font color="d4a017]That was a strange subject to bring up, I know.[/font]" His lids would close as she came to his side, head tilting over the back of his chair and letting his locks slip back. "<font color="d4a017]I don't have a means to give an accurate representation of how long I've been around for, let's just say I'm quite old.[/font]" Only then he'd open those golden hues just in time to miss her nearly run her fingers through his hair.

"<font color="d4a017]Something sweeter? You have something else to surprise me with?[/font]" A low laugh he'd now be peering up at her for the first time with a tired, but pleased look. Still, he was curious what it might be and gave her a nod all the same. "<font color="d4a017]I feel like we'll have to pay the city a visit at some point or another if I'm ever to get my ship fixed up. Perhaps it will be easier for me to blend in with how I look now rather than trying to take the face of someone else.[/font]" An afterthought really, and one that was quite down the road, but Azreal did not doubt that he would be with Ashrun down the road, so he figured letting her in on is vague plans was respectable.</sub>

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