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Re: Reclaiming the Wood (Tiffanian) GMed by Takimaru
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Penril stayed persistent in his flattery throughout the night right up until having to leave. As he had more drinks, his gazes tended to linger less on her face--as if they were ever there that often to begin with--and more towards her feminine assets. He even gave her a knowing wink when she hinted that she'd drop by, leaving in the brightest of spirits because of the mere suggestion. That, and a combination of being utterly inebriated by that point.
When it was down to just the two of them, Llæwyn found herself subject to Fynn's uncomfortable silence until she finally initiated conversation... with the topic of Penril, no less.
"Huh... you think? I'd say he wanted nothing more than to have you all to himself tonight. Neither me nor the entire pub could hardly believe how shamelessly he went about using the most terrible lines to try to get that to happen. I mean, I'm a bartender, and I don't even think I've heard worse than the things he says to get laid." His voice was elevated just enough to show that he was clearly distressed, though he was visibly annoyed enough to go louder, given the look in his eyes. After a pause that was taken to accept the mug she turned in, he did just that, huffing before, perhaps unintentionally, speaking in an even louder volume. "Even more unbelievable is that you looked about ready to go with him, too! Who really falls for that crap, Llæwyn?! Were you really going to go with him just for THAT?!"
After drying yet another large wooden mug, he set it down on his side of the bar harder than he would have liked, though luckily it held firm. The sound echoed through the establishment, though there was no longer an audience to be shocked by such an outburst other than the one woman in front of him.
Immediately, a look of regret crossed his features, and he bowed his head, shaking it slowly. An empty look settled in his eyes as anger turned to sorrow.
"S... Sorry," said Fynn in a much smaller voice. "I swear, I really haven't been this irrational in a long time... probably longer than I can remember. Maybe it's because I just accepted the favor you asked of me without thinking at all about what could happen." He took a deep breath with downcast eyes, though they eventually moved up to meet hers.
"What happened this morning between us, Llæ... I don't know what it meant to you, but it meant a whole lot to me. More than I'd care to admit. Real unprofessional of me, huh... Though to think that I'd be just another notch on your belt really hurt, considering that we had only done that this morning, not to mention the fact that I want nothing more than to be... well, to be someone more than just a one-time fling to you, too. But I'm not sure if I can handle this--you being with other guys, that is... at least not ones like him. It would be unfair of me, though, and I realize that. I... I'm falling for you, Llæwyn, and as much as I'd like to take it all back, I can't anymore. Not after I behaved like that. I just wanted to let you know that I wasn't doing it for no reason in particular."
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Llæwyn: HP = 80, PP = 60, EP = 42, Status = Fine
Penril stayed persistent in his flattery throughout the night right up until having to leave. As he had more drinks, his gazes tended to linger less on her face--as if they were ever there that often to begin with--and more towards her feminine assets. He even gave her a knowing wink when she hinted that she'd drop by, leaving in the brightest of spirits because of the mere suggestion. That, and a combination of being utterly inebriated by that point.
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When it was down to just the two of them, Llæwyn found herself subject to Fynn's uncomfortable silence until she finally initiated conversation... with the topic of Penril, no less.
"Huh... you think? I'd say he wanted nothing more than to have you all to himself tonight. Neither me nor the entire pub could hardly believe how shamelessly he went about using the most terrible lines to try to get that to happen. I mean, I'm a bartender, and I don't even think I've heard worse than the things he says to get laid." His voice was elevated just enough to show that he was clearly distressed, though he was visibly annoyed enough to go louder, given the look in his eyes. After a pause that was taken to accept the mug she turned in, he did just that, huffing before, perhaps unintentionally, speaking in an even louder volume. "Even more unbelievable is that you looked about ready to go with him, too! Who really falls for that crap, Llæwyn?! Were you really going to go with him just for THAT?!"
After drying yet another large wooden mug, he set it down on his side of the bar harder than he would have liked, though luckily it held firm. The sound echoed through the establishment, though there was no longer an audience to be shocked by such an outburst other than the one woman in front of him.
Immediately, a look of regret crossed his features, and he bowed his head, shaking it slowly. An empty look settled in his eyes as anger turned to sorrow.
"S... Sorry," said Fynn in a much smaller voice. "I swear, I really haven't been this irrational in a long time... probably longer than I can remember. Maybe it's because I just accepted the favor you asked of me without thinking at all about what could happen." He took a deep breath with downcast eyes, though they eventually moved up to meet hers.
"What happened this morning between us, Llæ... I don't know what it meant to you, but it meant a whole lot to me. More than I'd care to admit. Real unprofessional of me, huh... Though to think that I'd be just another notch on your belt really hurt, considering that we had only done that this morning, not to mention the fact that I want nothing more than to be... well, to be someone more than just a one-time fling to you, too. But I'm not sure if I can handle this--you being with other guys, that is... at least not ones like him. It would be unfair of me, though, and I realize that. I... I'm falling for you, Llæwyn, and as much as I'd like to take it all back, I can't anymore. Not after I behaved like that. I just wanted to let you know that I wasn't doing it for no reason in particular."