IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

[noirant]

NAME: Felix Harrowgate.
GENDER: Male.
PREFERENCES: Single-ish ginger sorcerer seeks man w/pulse for complaining at & long walks far away from the beach.

sliiiides over

[avisionofwar]

[ With a wicked flash of grin. ]

Long walks, you say?

[ Is that a euphemism? ]

[noirant]

Length hardly seems the most important consideration,

[ ba dum TSHHHH ]

But I find the scenery far more pleasurable with company, Messire -- ?

[ whats ur name bro ]

[avisionofwar]

Ohhh, I can imagine some might argue the point.

[ Yes sir, he saw that sex joke, and makes no effort to cover his smirk. He offers his hand. ]

Celegorm. Once one of the Necroveils of the King, these days I've been trying to... do just that. Enjoy the scenery. Study the local wildlife. But...

[ He's glimpsed the tattoos. Lifts his hands and unfurls his fingers gracefully, palms up, inviting. ]

May I see your hands? I've never seen... markings like this.

[noirant]

[ he hates a stranger's touch, hates even worse the feeling of fingers wrapped about his own. it’s all too easy to remember the old snap that left them so crooked.

but felix loathes as he lives and breathes, swallowing emotion like so much air, and he’s well-versed in hiding distaste. he smiles, as though celegorm’s the only one in the room, and places his own palms into the elf’s. ]

Of course.

[ the skin on his soothes. warm. elegant. yeah he can deal with this. yeah he can deal with a pretty blonde elf with power holding his hand. this is Alright. life’s Good. ]

I suppose I’ve grown used to them — a man of the sword? [ he lifts an eyebrow at that, leaning in and tracing a finger over the pads of celegorm’s palm where callous should grow ] It takes no small measure of courage to alter one’s path.

[ it's not a question but he lifts the end, encouraging. go on dude. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ The interest hadn't been feigned for a schtick; Celegorm's touch is very light, as if he is accustomed to great delicacy, and his eyes follow the lines of the tattoos with an interest that's almost academic. He turns Felix's hands in his, seeing the eyes on the palms. Stops there, letting the pad of a calloused thumb glide along the symbol.

Tattooing isn't a big cultural thing with the Eldar: your body is a temple, and all that. But it was common enough with some members of the Edain, the Haradrim... People he'd mostly only glimpsed from a sanitary distance.

But likewise he allows his own hands to be turned, inspected: all the callouses of archery and long swordplay, but also the evidence of great personal fastidiousness. No dirt, nails kept short and clean.]

Ah... A hunter by my heart's desire; a soldier only by... grim need, and circumstance.

[ A rueful twist of his mouth, and he let his hands slide away, folding on the tabletop instead. ]

Grown used to them. You talk about them as if they're scars.

[ He searches Felix's face, trying to gauge what is acceptable to ask. He'd felt all the old breaks. ]

[enthraller]

"Ish"?

[sounds like you have some personal issues to take care of before you should be trying speed dating.]

[noirant]

He's hardly present to object,

[ wow saralegui ur a king not a judge ]

Nor, I think, would he have any cause to find your companionship objectionable -- to claim otherwise would do disservice to your charms.

[enthraller]

Aren't you the flatterer?

[he can be both. he can be anything he wants. king, judge, executioner, you name it.]

But you're being awfully presumptuous. However you and your "ish" might feel about it, you're still assuming that your third party is at all interesting in being a third party.

[noirant]

Call it flattery or honesty, but it's a lucky thing that I’m only interested in the interesting. You did respond, darling. Coy only suits fish.

[ puns are the world’s greatest boner killer which is why it’s probably for the best that he mostly only thinks of saralegui as a really really ridiculously good-looking
pal ]

His name is Gideon. I do think you'd like him; I’ve never known a sharper tongue upon any wizard -- intent, as you are, to topple the title.

*interested whoops

[enthraller]

[just. an arched eyebrow. he's still deciding whether you're entertaining enough for him to find that terrible punning amusing.]

I'm no wizard, though, so I can hardly challenge him for his title. And I wouldn't really want to be known as "sharp tongued" anyway -- it gives a very different sort of idea than I generally like to encourage.

i gotcha! -b

[noirant]

These things can be learned, [ he waves one gaudy hand airily, almost knocking over a very nice lil' paper centerpiece ] Particularly under present circumstance. Have you thought to ask the monarchs of it? They’ve made gifts of power to more than one annemer, and I cannot think the added measure of security — however minor — would be unwelcome. The world around us encourages its own ideas.

[ a tease of a grin. how do grins do that? that’s not nice, grin, stop calling people names and let them play four square with you. ]

How ought I to think of you, then? Dull seems implacably amiss.

[enthraller]

[he might have shot that very gold-covered hand a distasteful glance, but only briefly. pretty and feminine as he might be, one may notice that saralegui wears absolutely no jewelry. even his glasses, aside from their purple tint, are rather simple for belonging to royalty. jewelry and gemstones and all such sparkling things are, he thinks, a very shallow way of distracting the eye from one's flaws.]

Perhaps if I feel like experimenting, later. But there are so many things I'd ask for before any strange magic from this land.

[besides, it'd only be supplementary to what he can already do. and while he absolutely admires the sort of offensive magic belias can use, or yuuri's sheer destructive capabilities, he knows that such things aren't his style. subtler tactics, and making use of what others can do, that's more than enough for him. relying on any additional powers would just lessen the satisfaction of success in the end.]

I can't tell you how to think of me. But I do hope I come across well. Affably, at least.

[noirant]

[ luckily for marathine jewelers, felix is about as deep as a puddle. not that he wouldn’t argue himself restrained about it; it’s not as though he’s walking about in diamonds and splendor — both earrings and rings were gifts. the gold bullion, however, is entirely his own fault.

felix ignores the distaste. so long as someone’s looking at him, what the hell does it matter their expression? ]

Oh? Don't leave me hanging on vaguest tenterhooks; I confess I hadn’t the slightest idea what to ask last time they came about.

[ sort of a lie. he was flummoxed enough, but only for the preponderance of choices. he could get used to people catering to his every whim. well. more used. ]

You remind me of a friend, in truth; [ that’s not the truth felix ] An impression which I hope will deepen with time. It's hard to find good conversation.

[ he avoids specifying whether or not saralegui qualifies, but for once, not for any ill intent. it just doesn't occur to him that he's left that unsaid. ]

[bythewaves]

Far away from the beach? I fear us poorly compatible then, for the ocean has always drawn me.

[noirant]

[ um ew they have water in the ocean maglor wtf is your problem ]

We all walk our own paths. I prefer mine upon dry land; rather less chance for sharks.

[bythewaves]

[ Water sounds pretty ]

Ah now, I suppose the thought of sharks might be offputting, but I would hardly think a mere stroll by the waves would be enough to draw them!

[noirant]

[ water kills everything you love and is acceptable only in its natural habitat of bathtubs and scotch gosh ]

Perhaps you aren’t setting keen enough bait.

[ a dull response, he doesn’t even bother twisting it into the insult it might be. it’s nothing living down below that bothers him. running water is its own sort of death. ]

What draws you to the shore?

[bythewaves]

[ well this is true but the waves sing Felix! ]

Perhaps! [ a soft sound like laughter before he sobers ]

Ah now... it might be better to ask what does not. I threw father's jewel into the waves, and perhaps it draws me back to them, even now. But for my kin water in all its forms has always had a draw. In water is still the echoes of the song of creation, and nowhere is it heard more clearly than in the breaking waves.