chaotic-tempest:
>While she was simply sipping at the burning liquid, Caius had to gingerly hold the cup, trying not to burn himself as he waited for it to cool, at least a little bit. Though, the scalding heat was certainly welcome. That’s how cold it was, that a burn was preferable to dealing with the chill. Perhaps soon this unusual cold would lift, but that did not seem likely, or even plausible at this moment. His eyes flickered to her, noticing how she was watching him, reading him before she sat down, and crossed her legs. His lavender hues flickered lightly, unsure of what to expect until she spoke, sighing gently as he nodded. “Thank you.” He mused, giving a slightly smile before he could finally sip from the hot liquid, enjoying the warming sensation it sent down his throat. Though, it seemed she was already finished with her own cup. Apparently this woman had no adversities to heat or fire, which struck him as odd. She seemed naturally colder than most, and could handle the heat. Caius looked at her curiously, now wondering just what species of creature she could be. He hadn’t encountered anything such as that before, and it had his attention, though he certainly could not ask.
{♤};;— Setting the mug on the table, she gave the other a small smile and a nod. Ebony had never been one to force answers out of another, and especially not with Caius because first off, he was a man that she hardly knew, and secondly because she herself would have hated to have answers forced out of her. If they kept talking and meeting with each other, she was sure that there would be some sort of trust that would develop to the point that he would tell her. There was no knowing how long that would take, but she didn't worry about it. All would come in due time if it were meant to happen.
Noticing the curious look he gave her, she canted her head thoughtfully, "Is there something bothering you?" Not that he would tell her anyways, but it didn't hurt to ask, especially when he seemed to be curious about something that she had done. Was there something on her face? Was a strand of hair out of place? Had she drunk her coffee too fast?
Oh--
Her eyes fell to his half-full mug held in his hands, still steaming while her cup sat on the table, the burning ceramic only barely starting to cool off.
