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[kxmnana-blog]

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❀ unlikely situations.↪ ☂ = pulling the wrong woman/man inside the closet for a make out session.

The party scene wasn’t the kind of place where Nana belonged. Back when she was a first year med school student, she attended parties weekly but now she no longer desired the headache that greeted her the morning after a long night of partying, especially now that she worked a six day work week.

But, somehow a friend had convinced her that it would be good for her to relive her college years by attending a party they hosted. She wasn’t keen on the idea, but she thought it might be a good idea to try something different. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to party – because she did, but rather she didn’t enjoy it anymore.

It wasn’t any fun until she was four shots and five glasses of soju into the night, and then she and her friend were having the absolute time of their life together. Music boomed through the house and the sounds of laughter filled the air, and it was just for a short moment did Nana worry about the hangover she’d have to deal with the next day. She wasn’t concerned with that for long though, because the man whom she’s had her sights on for most of the night was about to pass her and she had mustered the courage, albeit drunken courage, to pull him aside.

The dim lighting of the room and her drunken sight wasn’t reliable, because much to her later embarrassment she had grabbed the wrong man’s arm and pulled him into the nearest room - which actually turned out to be a hallway closet. It was small, so there wasn’t much space between them and it wouldn’t be hard for him to smell the alcohol on her breath. 

“I’ve had my eyes on you all night, I know you’ve been looking too. Like what you see?” 

The words were slurred, and they fell out together followed by the sound of her drunken laughter. The doctor waved a hand around in search for a light, and when she found the switch and turned it on, her almond colored eyes widened in shock.

This wasn’t the man she had been eyeing up all night, but damn - he was just as good looking, if not more.

“Omo.. Sorry, I think I’ve made an idiot of myself.. –”

[shemren-blog]

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15.                    “You’re not acting likeyourself, is there something you need to tell me?”

She fidgets, restlessly,with the bottom margin of her skirt as his dark eyes scan her, because she’snot yet certain that she wants to tell him the truth, and if she’d look him inthe eye, he’d know if she lies. She can tell he’s following her movements, buthe ignores his gaze the best she can, tossing and turning the thoughts aroundin her mind, wondering just how crazywould he think her if she let go of… what, precisely? Everything, really. Shewants to say everything. She can’t help but wonder why is she so intent onsheer honesty: he’s lied to her just as often as she’s avoided tellinginconvenient truths. She can’t come with an answer.

“I… suppose there is. And, cliché as that may sound, it wouldprobably be advisable for you to sit. It’s… a long story.” Shewonders if he’s still following the movements of her hands, but she doesn’tlift her head to see. Instead, she turns her palm upwards, glancing at it, intently,until a small flame blooms between her fingertips, flickering softly, like a delicateflower at the very start of spring, fighting its way through the snow. “You know… there are some things I may have avoided mentioning when wewere talking about me before…”

[shemren-blog]

"I saw that. You just checked me out."

The wording was not entirely familiar to her, but then again, when was it, in this world? It was more confusing than anything, the way people spoke. It wasn't as though her people, or the humans of Thedas spoke clearly at all times - not at all, as a matter of fact. But they used words she could understand, words behind whose meaning she could read with ease. She's still struggling with learning the way in which these people speak. But she knows the meaning of this, she's heard it before. And he's all too right, although she hates to admit it.

She's never quite thought of humans as good looking. It's true, she hasn't seen all that many before leaving Thedas - her people avoided them like the plague. They were never anything but farmers, thieves or Templars - the first too hungry and raggedy to present any interest, the latter, too dangerous, too brain-washed most of the time. The only Templar she's ever gotten close with was Cullen, and, well... Cullen had his reasons to be friendly. Besides, he was technically a former Templar.

This man, though... he is handsome. And, the more she looks at him, she realizes he's not human. She's not even sure if she ought to think that he's more than that or less, but there is something about him that sets a chill in her bones. 

She almost jolts backwards when she actually grows aware of the fact that he's pointed out what she's doing. She scrunches her nose up, slightly, a little pout taking over her glossy lips soon after. "Is that forbidden, serah? If so, I should think that you people have strange rules."

[n---oire]

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"If I ought to use a comparison to describe you with, then you should resemble the most endearing god. You, who makes me feel weak at the darkest of hours, how dare you be that majestic." Lips curving upwards in a smirk as she stepped closer before rising up a slender hand to stroke over his cheek, eyes wandering over his features. "How dare you."