81 Swords in the Stone
[There is no way this won't end badly. The polite smile on his face is more of a forced grimace, and he's already lamenting to be loss of stable ground. He's spread his feet shoulder width apart and linked arms with Elena, for as much balance as they can muster]
Remind me once again, why I have agreed to this idiocy?
[Elena laughs it off] Because you, Arthur, are a gentleman -- and even if you had declined the invitation, you would have still come to check up on me. Am I wrong?
[The roll of his eyes is sharp, as is the glare he sends in the way of a skater who gets far too close to them] Only because you have the grace of an ogre, it would be remiss of me to inflict you upon the poor, unsuspecting 'rink' goers.
[She will feign hurt, moving to swat his arm] An ogre? I am beginning to reconsider your status as a gentleman.
Then I suppose I should be grateful that your opinion holds no actual bearing upon my status. [But he can't help snorting in vague amusement, before his next move forward was a bit too quick and he causes them to wobble dangerously]
I would not.. Oh!
[And she is going to catch his arm in an attempt to steady him -- which only ends in tragedy as, with a startled cry, one skate slides one way and the other follows. And down they go if he isn't quick enough to catch them both!]
[The problem, he supposes, with being an actual gentleman and being around someone like this, is that he's gotten far too used to catching her before she hits the ground, righting her and continuing on their merry way, like it's second nature. Of course, when he swings himself around to do this, he succeeds in doing nothing but causing their heads to crack together. The force sends him reeling backwards, and with his hold on her arms sends them crashing hard into the ice. Flatly]
Ow!
[[ooc: backdated to before paris is over, feel free to stumble on this hot mess, or here it over the journals. tags will be slow as lj is still giving us some trouble]]
Remind me once again, why I have agreed to this idiocy?
[Elena laughs it off] Because you, Arthur, are a gentleman -- and even if you had declined the invitation, you would have still come to check up on me. Am I wrong?
[The roll of his eyes is sharp, as is the glare he sends in the way of a skater who gets far too close to them] Only because you have the grace of an ogre, it would be remiss of me to inflict you upon the poor, unsuspecting 'rink' goers.
[She will feign hurt, moving to swat his arm] An ogre? I am beginning to reconsider your status as a gentleman.
Then I suppose I should be grateful that your opinion holds no actual bearing upon my status. [But he can't help snorting in vague amusement, before his next move forward was a bit too quick and he causes them to wobble dangerously]
I would not.. Oh!
[And she is going to catch his arm in an attempt to steady him -- which only ends in tragedy as, with a startled cry, one skate slides one way and the other follows. And down they go if he isn't quick enough to catch them both!]
[The problem, he supposes, with being an actual gentleman and being around someone like this, is that he's gotten far too used to catching her before she hits the ground, righting her and continuing on their merry way, like it's second nature. Of course, when he swings himself around to do this, he succeeds in doing nothing but causing their heads to crack together. The force sends him reeling backwards, and with his hold on her arms sends them crashing hard into the ice. Flatly]
Ow!
[[ooc: backdated to before paris is over, feel free to stumble on this hot mess, or here it over the journals. tags will be slow as lj is still giving us some trouble]]