Arabesque laughed in return to his question. He wasn’t actually that bad, but she wasn’t about to admit it. He could be so cute sometimes…
“Muffins sound great!” she replied with a chuckle, thinking about how weird a lunch it would be. “How about lemon? I think we have the right ingredients…” She paused to let him catch up.
They would need to be leaving any minute though. Pretty soon, Jamison would be yelling at them to get ready. But for now, that could wait.
Advena sighed deeply. “Oh alright. But I don’t like it…”
She sat back in her chair grumpily. What a confusing game. Obviously, it wasn’t quite one that she could just guess her way through—as much as she hated to admit it.
“Now what happens?” she asked Monn curiously.
"Lemon's fine." He finally caught up to Arabesque, placing an arm casually around her shoulders. "However..." He threw her a sideways glance. "Can you even cook?"
He didn't doubt that she could, but he was curious nonetheless. "Just because a girl is pretty
[ ... Seriously, TI? ]
"Just because a girl is pretty, it doesn't mean she can cook." He smirked without looking at her.
"Well, now that you've anteyed up, tell me if you want to trade out any of your cards." Monn looked at her expectantly, waiting.
Luka wondered if his explanation was a little too vague. He smirked. This was going to be a very interesting game.
Arabesque felt her heart speed up. She tried to hide a blush and look Sven in the eyes, but it proved almost impossible. She couldn’t keep hers from darting anywhere but his face.
Just because a girl is pretty…He just called me pretty! The excitement was childlike and silly, but she didn’t mind. Nothing much else seemed to matter when it came to Sven.
“I’m not the best…” she admitted bashfully, looking down at the ground. “Following recipes isn’t really my forte—but sometimes I guess I get lucky.” It was true, half of her stuff usually turned out terrible.
Advena looked down at her cards intently. She noticed that they were only two different colors, with four different types of shapes on them. They all had basically the same makeup, except for one which had a picture of a man sitting on a fancy chair. She liked that one.
Trading sounded fun, but she really didn’t know which ones to give up. She had more black than red ones though, so that was a place to start.
I would like them all to match…she thought to herself. Maybe it’s a matching game…
“I want to trade three!” she announced after a moment. “What do I do with them?”
Why couldn't she look at him? The blush tinting her face was adorable. He trailed his fingers along her cheek, to see if she would blush even more.
"You are very pretty, you know," he murmered in her ear, smirking. "So I suppose if you do end up burning the food, I'll forgive you." He brushed his lips wickedly against her ear.
Monn nodded and reached his hand toward her. "Give me the ones you don't want then. And I'll give you some different ones."
Luka pulled up a chair to watch. He could tell this was going to be entertaining. "By the way -- how old are you?" he asked Advena.
“You jerk” she teased quietly, a small smile playing on her lips “You are doing that on purpose.” And sadly, it was working. Arabesque felt like she was about to explode. She turned a bit to face him and grinned widely.
“But two can play at that game.” she whispered, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and pulling him to her. Her lips grazed the edge of his chin, moving in slowly.
It was weird, to be doing this all of the sudden. Yet it felt so right.
“Do you confuse yourself?” she asked against his skin “Because you sure confuse me.”
Advena handed the cards to Monn and glanced at Luka from the corner of her eye.
“I’m eleven.” she lied without missing a beat “Almost twelve.”
She grinned jokingly at him. “How old are you?”
Sven blinked, shocked at this sudden turn of events. She'd never done this before. Maybe she was starting to come around..?
"Sometimes, yes," he whispered as he slid his hands down to her waist. "But you... You are much more confusing." He nipped at her lower lip softly with his teeth, moving his fingers a tiny bit lower and pulling her closer. "In fact..." He pressed his lips lightly against her neck. "I sometimes question your sanity. Especially here at the moment."
Luka's eyes narrowed. Sure, her ignorance fit the part, but still... can't be too careful, right?
"I'm older than eleven, and that's all you need to know," he said, leaning back in the chair.
Monn rolled his eyes. "Ever the suspicious one, huh Lulu?" He handed her the cards and replaced some of his own, then glanced up in time to catch Luka's dirty look.
Arabesque chuckled and swayed a bit beneath his grip. He sure knew how to get her. “I’m beginning to think that you have more experience with this than you are letting on to.” she murmured, gasping for breath and looking up into his glinting green eyes.
“And about my sanity…” her voice trailed off and she pulled him forward once more. “I question it too…”
Advena blue a quick burst of air through her lips. “He isn’t much fun, is he?” she asked Monn will mock-annoyance.
He switched out some of his cards as well and she watched carefully. But it didn’t really tell her anything. It wasn’t like she could see what they were—which really would have helped. Though something told her that there was a reason why he was keeping them to himself.
“How old are you? Or are you not going to tell me either?”
((Hehe that should be "blew", not "blue". Though I do get quite an interesting picture of Advena with blue lips when I read it. xD))
He smiled as he trailed his lips up her neck, dangerously close to her mouth. Sliding his hands the tiniest bit lower, he whispered, "Maybe I have, maybe not."
Of course he was a bit of a playboy, so he knew how to do this. After flirting and teasing so many times, it became pretty easy to figure out what women liked and preferred. And after a while, it starting getting almost boring.
But with Arabesque... All of this felt real. He kissed the corner of her mouth, not sure if she wanted the real thing yet. Sure, he wanted it, but her... He crushed her closer, ignoring the pain in his torso.
Laughing, Monn shook his head. "Nope, he's kinda boring, really. but we need him. He's a good guy, at heart."
Luka scoffed, embarrassed. "Shut up, Warren."
Monn smiled as he arranged his cards according to value. "I'm thirty-four, unfortunately. Man, I feel old compared to you guys."
[XD I was thinking the same thing! Also... I feel somewhat sl.utty when I write for Sven now haha ]
((Ikr! Jul and Daren (not in the RP you read, but in the one that they started off in) had some huge makeout session one time that really almost made my skin crawl. :P))
“Again, I think you are trying to mess with my head.” she half-joked. It was slightly unnerving—picturing all of the other people who could have known Sven like this. Was she just another girl to him?
She bit the corner of her lip opposite from the one he was kissing nervously. And suddenly, she kissed him back. It was short and frantic, almost panicked even. As if she was desperately trying to tell him something that couldn’t be said with words.
Then, as quickly as she had started, Arabesque pulled back. She turned show her back to him and wiped a tear away.
Advena tried to observe Monn’s movements discreetly. She copied him, organizing her cards in order of how well she liked them. The king went furthest to the left, followed by the card with nine pretty diamond pictures.
"Shut up, Warren." Luka muttered next to her. And at this, she hid a smirk.
“I don’t think thirty-four is so old.” she replied to the man sitting across from her. “You can be eleven if you want, and I can be thirty-four.”
[Haha Niiice! I don't have a problem with it per se, but reading it and writing it gives me butterflies]
The kiss startled him, but in a good way. Then, too soon, she was pulling away. His brow furrowed. "Princess?" He put a hand gently on her shoulder.
Oh no, he'd done something wrong. But what? Didn't she like what they were doing? He felt so confused.
"Princess, what's wrong? Whatever I did, I'm sorry..." He was afraid to touch her now, and he pulled his hand back. "Did I hurt you? Please, tell me," he pleaded.
Luka raised a brow, amused. This girl was really uneducated or something.
With a chuckle, Monn smiled at her. "Oh, you will? I'd appreciate that." He watched her arrange her cards. What order was she putting them in? He gave her a mocking serious look. "But you know, if you're my age, you have to be very very mature."
"Yeah, because you act so mature."
"I do." Monn grinned. "But you, Lulu, act like an old man."
Arabesque chuckled under her breath and shook her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” she replied quietly. His hand felt so nice on her shoulder…It would be so easy to just turn around again and…—no. She couldn’t let herself.
“Let’s just…take things slowly.” She smiled weakly back at him. “I think I love you Sven, but I don’t know if I’m ready to just yet.”
Secretly, she wondered how many times he had gotten that line before. Had he ever given it? Who could know? Because it wasn’t like she could just ask him. No, definitely not.
Advena laughed childishly. Lulu? They kept using that name, but it sounded so silly to her. And he was like an old man. An old man who, sadly enough, still seemed really untrusting of her.
“I can be mature!” she answered back excitedly, but quickly, she shushed herself. Sitting down further in her chair, she formed a scowl and lowered her voice. “I mean, of course I’m mature.” she mocked. “See, now I’m like Luka!”
Sven stared at the ground and nodded. Ouch. That hurt. But he understood what she meant; she didn't want to rush and turn what they had into some meaningless relationship.
How many of those had he had before? Too many to count, apparently; he couldn't remember.
He rubbed his arm, the one she'd bandaged not long ago, and forced himself to look at her. But he still couldn't meet her eyes. "I understand. Just know that I'm here when you're ready."
"...Brat..." muttered Luka, smirking darkly. Unfortunately, her impression of him wasn't all that far off, and he knew it.
Monn was laughing and couldn't stop. He had his arm covering his face as his head rested on the table, and his shoulders trembled as he kept laughing. Eventually he had to breath though, and he sat up, face red, and still chuckling. "Dead on, Missy, dead on."
Arabesque nodded and smiled back at him. “You really are a very sweet guy.” she muttered “Don’t try to convince yourself otherwise.”
Turning again to head to the cooking tent, she paused for a moment. She stood frozen in thought there for a while and then, suddenly, spun to face him. Arabesque darted over to where Sven stood and pecked him on the cheek. She was sure that her face was on fire by now, but frankly, she didn’t care.
“Race you there!” she called, taking off before he could react.
Advena smiled proudly. “Give me some time, and I will do one of you too!” she announced happily. “But you have to wait, because if I do it all at once, I will have nothing to do tomorrow!”
She flicked at the cards in her hand absentmindedly. Although she had no idea how the game worked, she was still determined to win.
Sven stood there stunned for a few seconds. To be honest, he felt like flopping into a bed and doing nothing till Arabesque said she changed her mind.
She was the first girl to ever turn him down. Ever.
But he began to run anyway, forcing a smile, pretending to be determined to beat her. Pretending that running didn't jar his side and caused him serious pain.
Because, honestly, he didn't really care anymore.
Monn nodded, smiling, having finally gotten over his laughing spell. "Tomorrow then, if we're all still alive by then."
That made Luka cringe internally. He knew Warren was joking when he said that, but he couldn't help wondering... What if something really did happen? What if Advena really wasn't as harmless as she seemed?
Luka's hand quickly flipped out his gun, aiming it rigidly at Advena. "Warren. We've no time to be playing games. We have work to do."
((I have to work on homework. :/ Sorry. I will try to post on this later tonight, but I may not be able to until tomorrow.))
[Aww. Okay, then, I'll try to keep it bumped up for you :D ]
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((Oops. O_o Sorry.))
Arabesque reached the tent quickly and turned back to watch Sven—crud! Sven! He shouldn’t be running!
How had she let herself forget?
Dαmnit! It was that kiss!
But by the time she realized this, he was already there. All she could do was stare at the ground and mutter an apology. “Ah…sorry……..I uh…forgot.”
Advena jolted and froze. So now the guns came out. She should have expected that—should have anticipated it really. But the seemingly-friendly game must have gotten her off-guard.
Yet, she knew that she had to show more confusion than fear, despite what she was feeling. If they realized that she could recognize a gun…well, the jig would be up for sure.
“What is that?” she stammered “Why…why are you pointing it at me? Is it a weapon?? It looks like a weapon! Did I do something wrong??”