She was steadfast in her position, neither flinching nor giving away that she would want him to stay further from her. She seemed strong and confident, a woman who could tie a man down no matter the reckless behavior. What on godly earth had he walked into and what was this vixen in front of him, if not a creature he could never tame nor have? It made it all the more interesting, all the more something he desperately would want in the end. Her delicate fingers were not strapped to the fabric of his clothing, but he didn’t care - She had his utter attention even if he didn’t wish for her to have it. The gentle tug was not an invitation, but more a seduction he would have to keep. She was teasing him, more than anything and even if Sigfryd was an ironborn, he was also a man, but a man who grew up amongst women and men without tact, well some did - Ames for example was the perfect example of what an ironborn was not when it came to manners, then again Sigfryd admired him. “Ah cheating did not cost me my eye.” he smirked and looked away for a second. In truth, it was a delicate subject, but it didn’t mean he would tell her right there and then, he’d rather not. “I believe the story of my eye shall wait.” he mused, leaning into her touch, feeling as if he was already spellbound.
“And when did you assess what I like or not my lady? Did I tell you I wouldn’t not like to do whatever would please you?” he cocked his head to the side, wondering where her analysis of him had taken her. Perhaps she saw a pirate or someone out to take whatever he wanted. Even he liked a challenge and it seemed so far she was the challenge of his life, someone so small, petite, and not really kind but demanding. A strong woman with a fire in her eyes that no one could steal. He was mesmerized. A small chuckle left his lips at her retort of him knowing her name. Of course, he would like to know it, to speak it, whisper it, moan it - There was no denying he wanted to know her name. As his captivation of her proceeded, he also found himself wanting to play this. To keep her unknown, yet known in a manner he did not quite understand. “I believe cheaters cannot be trusted, they tend to stab you in the back when you least expect it and therefore I will keep my story and name secret - “Sigfryd couldn’t help it. A hand had snaked its way forward, touching a fallen lock of her hair, letting it glide between his fingertips. As she turned however she seemed lost again, like a glimpse he could feel but never touch again. “Yes, I would like to know your name,” he stated before leaning against the railing. “But something tells me I will not know it tonight.”
like two predatory creatures of the sea and the sky, their gazes remained interlocked in an unspoken challenge until he looked away ─ ceding ground by breaking contact. her fingers, slender but strong, rubbed the fabric of his shirt between the pads of her thumb and pointer, half gloating and half soothing whatever injury she might have caused by digging a little too deeply into the story behind his lost eye. larra was not without some sense, all too aware that some secrets were not to be shared during first meetings. if he had pried into the reason behind her sleepless adventures, she would not have been as kind, so she hummed gently in response, deciding that she will allow him to keep the secret for now ─ it would be much more satisfying to have him tell her the story own his own accord, a victory in itself to peel back the layers to this fascinating stranger. ❝ very well ... keep your secrets for now but as i said, i do not like to be kept waiting for long. ❞ softly repeated in admonishment, she did not push further in an effort to extend some element of respect or perhaps, an unstated apology. it would be up to him to decide what to make of her patient gaze, contrasting the demanding words that dripped from her forked tongue.
❝ i believe i had enough time to assess what it is you want and what might please you. if you wanted to please me, you would have done as i asked. ❞ petulant, she allowed a pout to form on her mouth even as her gaze narrowed in a gesture that was anything but put - off by his unwillingness to do as she demanded ─ she was oddly grateful that he did not, that he proved to be more interesting than the other more obedient boys. at the very least, her thoughts would be preoccupied with solving the mystery that was his identity rather than phantom spirits and dead arryns. as she descended up the stairs, her steps slowed to a halt, figure turning half way around to glance at where he was leaned against the railing. ❝ not tonight, no, but you may come find me tomorrow. ❞ she had not meant for the words to leave her as more of a question than a demand, as though she wished for him to come looking for her, yet her tone lifted at the end of the sentence in a query. ❝ we shall see if i give you my name then ... perhaps, if you figure it out before we meet next, i will give you another gift altogether. ❞
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