The girl felt a pang of satisfaction at making some actual emotion show through the stranger’s voice, though it seemed to evaporate immediately. Then he was back to lecturing her, but even as much as Alice hated it, it didn’t compare to his gaze. The way he looked at her made her feel like he was considering the grime on his shoes.“First you tell me that I’m free to hate you, then you tell me to watch my opinions of you,” Alice returns, her voice only hinting at terseness, “You should decide which you want.”
Without a further word, she turned on her heel and marched to the other side of the garden, towards a large bush of beautiful red roses. It was very likely he was going to follow her, as he had already admitted to doing earlier, but if he decided to take his leave, Alice wouldn’t mourn the loss.
The man was vexing her to no end, and obviously wanted something. So she settled on ignoring him entirely, stooping down to examine the roses. If he had any manners, he’d offer an apology, or at least an introduction.
She highly doubted she was getting either.
The scent of roses is thick and heavy in the air, a sweet and sultry contrast to this strange world of altercations. Nudging his nose beneath his collar, the smell is slightly filtered as his voice comes out muffled: “It would merely…not be in your best interest…to rouse my anger.”
Turning aside, he reaches toward a rose, but…promptly pricks his finger. Against pale skin, bright crimson blood should well up, but unfortunately…he has none to offer. Glancing back sharply to see if she has caught sight of the unnatural occurrence of his quick healing [even now, the skin knits itself back together from the deep slice]. Curling his finger into his palm, he grits his teeth and steadfastly remains in his place.
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7 years ago, 24/04/14 | 40 notes
#[He /is/ a grumpy old person though.]
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