Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 17:55:16 GMT -5
Descending from the Sky
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Meet at the event? Simply inexcusable. In Mors opinion at least, one must pick their date up and that was certainly what he was doing. Certainly he would have rather taken Charlotte out to perhaps Santorini, Greece to over look the ocean or Venice, Italy or even Rome itself. The list of places he wished to bring her was rather long, and seemed to grow longer by the day as he traveled. Often people saw the centurion in her, perhaps a bit of her humor, and of course her physical beauty could hardly be over looked. Though the bit of geekyness she had was absolutely adorable, and he hoped few people took notice of it. How much she loved the history behind everything, even weapons where not mere tools of battle in her eyes. They held history, they held meaning. She wasn't a normal child of Mars, if there was any such thing as normal for that particular god. The joy she found in comic books, and reading, and learning would bring Prometheus joy. Her skill on the battle field, and slightly morbid sense of humor, would make her father proud, if not her choice in males. Mars and Praetor Stone made it very clear he would be in a rather unfortunate position should he hurt Charlotte, and he was a bit happy for that. That they care, especially Stone, enough to bare him promises. Mars does not breath threats.
Suit and tie was such a normal thing for him to do, and this was not a normal day. Though he was unsure of why it was a popular trend, and why women seemed to enjoy it so much, he wore a button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the top most button lay open exposing his pale collar bone. Normally he wasn't one for colors, neutral black and white tended to be his chosen but today he wore a deep sapphire blue shirt. His smooth blond hair pulled back and tied at the base of his skull leaving him with slick back style hair. Plain black dress slacks and polished black shoes were the normal, though you can't go too far out on a limb with those. His gold and black watch lay still on his wrist, as it always was. The scythe he hardly let anyone hold, with souls forever trapped in torment. Not a normal conversation for most people, but one he'd have any day with Charlotte.
Descending in front of his lady guest his white wings spreed wide until he landed. He didn't fold them completely away, hiding them as he normally did. For now, he left his feathers to flutter in the soft February wind. Taking her hand he brought it to his lips. “Miss Charlotte.” looking her in the eye as he spoke her name, and softly kissed her hand. “I believe we have a date tonight.” He gave a soft, very small smile. Though it was still a million times more of a smile than he had given to anyone else.
Suit and tie was such a normal thing for him to do, and this was not a normal day. Though he was unsure of why it was a popular trend, and why women seemed to enjoy it so much, he wore a button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the top most button lay open exposing his pale collar bone. Normally he wasn't one for colors, neutral black and white tended to be his chosen but today he wore a deep sapphire blue shirt. His smooth blond hair pulled back and tied at the base of his skull leaving him with slick back style hair. Plain black dress slacks and polished black shoes were the normal, though you can't go too far out on a limb with those. His gold and black watch lay still on his wrist, as it always was. The scythe he hardly let anyone hold, with souls forever trapped in torment. Not a normal conversation for most people, but one he'd have any day with Charlotte.
Descending in front of his lady guest his white wings spreed wide until he landed. He didn't fold them completely away, hiding them as he normally did. For now, he left his feathers to flutter in the soft February wind. Taking her hand he brought it to his lips. “Miss Charlotte.” looking her in the eye as he spoke her name, and softly kissed her hand. “I believe we have a date tonight.” He gave a soft, very small smile. Though it was still a million times more of a smile than he had given to anyone else.