Down by the river Brand was cleaning up, using the cold water to scrub at the back of his neck and face with. The feeling of another presence- a strange sense of knowing- caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. But his hands never pasued as he worked trying to get back to a reasonable state.
"You are a very loud person," the Prince says dryly before shaking his damp hair out. "If you like to sneak up on people I suggest practice."
A smile that he knew all to well. Standing straighter the shirtless Prince watched the woman carefully for a moment before one brow slowly started to raise. "Depending upon the situation, my dear, else it will get that pretty head of yours cut off."
Slowly reaching out for his torn and tattered shirt he started to make his way back up the bank to where she stood. "Which would be a pitty."
Or it could be someone on the shorter side. Someone dark, with curves to make a man's palms sweat and a smile to turn bones to water. Someone leaning against a tree, hands behind her back and one leg drawn up with the heel of her boot resting on the tree's trunk.
"You look like shit."
The voice is soft, husky, wickedly bad. The words speak for themselves.
The red-headed man turns his head enough to glance back over his shoulder to the woman- no, girl- stood a few paces away up on the bank. She was pretty enough, yes, but he had other things to worry about than wooing her. That just may come later should be find this Shadow worthy of staying in. "Looks can be deceiving." Well..the scentence would have worked if he didn't wince so openly as he stood. "You haven't seen another being around here. A woman a little shorter than myself with dark hair and green eyes?"
And the first reaction that Brand does is to pull upon the engery he has left, the air crackling a little about him as he did so. "So you live.." came his very, very cold words as a hate so dark filled his eyes that none of his siblings had seen before. Well, all save for his full blooded siblings. It was a shame he didn't kill them when he had the chance as well.
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Hmmm... this might be promising.
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"You are a very loud person," the Prince says dryly before shaking his damp hair out. "If you like to sneak up on people I suggest practice."
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Slowly reaching out for his torn and tattered shirt he started to make his way back up the bank to where she stood. "Which would be a pitty."
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"You look like shit."
The voice is soft, husky, wickedly bad. The words speak for themselves.
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(beautiful black hair everyone loved corwin hurt deirdre deirdre)
Deidre stands there, in her armour with her black hair blowing in the wind.
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