[Open Commentlog] - Old Persian - Found Prince 001
[Unfortunately, Dastan only reads that very first line written by Lord Deior before he snapped the journal closed, frowning before absent-mindedly tucking it into his belt. Sorry, Deior, but he believes he has a way to fix this, and if time isn't on his side he has to move now so it soon will be. First objective: find the dagger. He certainly can't
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Sorry. I'm a curious individual. I think you'll find that out rather quickly if you haven't already.
[She had purred lightly at his touch, however, so perhaps it was not entirely unwanted? Then she was headbutting him, and Dastan throws his head back and laughs again.]
Okay, Okay. I can take the hint.
[Carefully, he moves a bit closer to her, pressing his side along hers and shivering slightly at the contrast of her heat in comparison to his cold. Then he carefully spreads his palm flat against her upper shoulder, his fingers once again slowly and rhythmically delving into fur. He stares at his hand slightly in disbelief before his questing fingers once again rise up to find the scruff of her neck. It will take him a while to get used to the idea that she was a tiger, and he was touching--
He couldn't think along those lines of thought. He'd get tongue-tied and awkward and feel even more embarrassed that he seemed to be so fascinated by her and her ability.]
Ah--er... if you mind this, feel free to somehow let me know. Though I suppose you already would have done so, if that were the case, so...
[He trails off. Yeah, he's just going to try to warm up, hoping it was the cold that was addling his brain and that it was possible to cure.]
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Especially when she is going to pound him into the snow in a few moments.
She rests her head on his shoulder, yawning her massive jaws wide as she waits for him to heat up a bit.
And he's quite right - she would have torn him limb from limb were he any other and were she in any way not alright with this current situation.]
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I'm going to hazard a guess and assume you are also from a warmer climate.
[Dastan grins. He could talk to himself/Anna forever while she was like this. He finds it kind of humorous to be able to say anything to her without her being able to contradict him.]
So. Do I win every argument or debate while you're like this, seeing as how you can't say anything otherwise?
[His grin is wide when he turns to look at her.]
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She pulls back at that next statement though, eyes glinting a little as she decides that it's time to teach the sassy boy a little lesson by pressing heavy paws against his chest then shoving him back against the snow in an effort to pin him down, jaws open and teeth bared in his face.
She might not have vocal chords, but she can certainly 'disagree'!]
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Woah, woah! Okay, I get it. You're disagreeing with me, now.
[He pauses when she bares sharp teeth, but doesn't move to attack him in any way. Oh. So she was playing with him, hmm? Or making her opinion known, at the very least. Having a strong and powerful tigeress pin him down left him good and well trapped, but it wouldn't be impossible for him to break her hold. Not harming her to do it, on the other hand... He relaxed, letting up on the presssure of his forarm against her, then abruptly wraps his arm around her and twists, getting leverage from his legs as he attempts to flip her over--or at least roll her to her side.]
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Pleased at his reactions, she doesn't put up much of a resistance when he moves to roll her, though as she moves she wraps those massive paws around him, dragging him with her. If she's going, then he is too.
He felt a little warmer, at least - maybe he wouldn't end up with...whatever it is people ended up with too much exposure to the cold. Anna honestly didn't know, considering she'd never really been exposed to it before. It had surprised her when it hadn't bothered her as much as she'd thought it might, but she had simply attributed it to the fact that she was...'special'.]
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[His victory was short lived, however, as Anna's large and formidable paw uses Dastan's momentum to take him right back down with her. He pauses, surprised to find himself on the ground beside her, but as she makes no move at him he simply twists his head to gaze at her inquisitively.]
Shall we call this a draw, then?
[His tone was dry, but the edges of his lips quirked up into a smile. Now that he was lying on the frozen ground, he wondered if he's get colder faster. The freezing temperature had yet to penetrate fully, however, what with the blood pumping through his veins and a massive forearm stretched out across him. At least the arm was warm.]
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She moved to lift herself off of him, head lowering to give him a nudge, pushing him to get up. They should get him inside. She has no want for him to freeze to death. There is an innate need to keep him safe, protect him - though she is completely certain that he does not need her whatsoever.
Inside, she can curl around him until he’s thawed out. Then she could swap back, and they could…talk more. Perhaps.]
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Heading somewhere in particular, I take it?
[He grins, but holds up his hands in good-humor as he walks where she indicates.] All right. I will play along. I sincerely hope you are leading me to someplace warm.
[Little did Anna know she was quickly becomming someone Dastan felt he could like and trust. She may not need a Prince of Persia to look out for her, but she would find she had someone she could trust in him, that was certain.]
((Do you want to assume they warmed up and chatted, or do you want to continue? I will let you decide. :D <3 <3 <3))
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/hearts in eyes
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/STARRY EYED FOREVER
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