Comments | paradisalogs: and every demon wants his pound of flesh

exanimatus in paradisalogs

and every demon wants his pound of flesh

Nov 13, 2011 19:29

Who: Zelman & Galadriel (on a loss)
What: Playing games and being far too clever.
When: At some point when the sun is actually up.
Where: Out in the castle gardens.
Rating: PG.

( but i like to keep some things to myself )

galadriel, zelman clock

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inafadingcrown November 14 2011, 03:45:17 UTC

Artanis doesn't mind the chill. She doesn't particularly like it, but she doesn't mind it, either. It's just something to make concessions to, concessions like the simple green cloak wrapped around her shoulders. It certainly hasn't stopped her explorations in anyway.

And it's during these explorations that she comes across Zelman. Much as he did when they first met, he catches her attention immediately with his rather unique presence. She doesn't announce herself right away, but rather stops and watches, concentration written across her face. He was hard enough to figure out with eight thousand years of experience; with less than one hundred, he's a fascinating puzzle.

exanimatus November 14 2011, 04:14:16 UTC

He hears her before he sees her, a larger heartbeat in amongst ones that could only belong to birds or small animals. Strange, though, when he's trying to put his finger on it, he could swear that the one approaching him feels an awful lot like...

Glancing up, he catches her watching him, all concentration. He glances back down without another move, compiling--three observations add up to a conclusion that he would very much like to prove right. From there, he makes a couple of casual (but deliberate) moves on his board before a smirk finally spreads across his features.

"Good afternoon."

inafadingcrown November 14 2011, 04:51:16 UTC

Caught. She offers a small nod, trying not to look embarrassed about her rather poor manners.

"Good afternoon."

She moves a little closer, examining him and the chessboard with that characteristic curiosity.

"May I ask what you are doing?"

exanimatus November 14 2011, 05:08:30 UTC

At first he watches her right back, seeing as they've now reached an acceptable understanding. There's a stray piece in his hand--a pawn--that he shakes around in a loose fist while he thinks.

But then his gaze goes back down to his board and the few pieces scattered across it.

"I'm playing a game," he provides, "Though my opponent is little more than a puzzle, at he moment."

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