IC | Stranger Danger?
To the image of Deirdre, Aaric is in blackness. A solitary flickering candle provides -just- enough illumination have established, and to maintain, trump contact. The individual's darkness-obfuscated features are.. masculine? No, androgynous. He-she-it wears gloves and dark clothing as well. Shadowlight plays around green eyes, the narrow bridge of nose, high cheek bones, thin lips.
The image of Deirdre appears, well-lit by torches despite the fact it is night, wherever she is. The silver gleam of an ax can be seen over her left shoulder.
The image of Deirdre squints at the stranger. "Yes?" A pause. "Hello?" her tone neutral.
To the image of Deirdre, Aaric's green eyes flicker: a hint of mirth that isn't mirrored with his lips. He breathes. Slowly. Rhythmatically.
The image of Deirdre squares her shoulders. A new tone of voice starts with indignance and strained patience. "Hello," she repeats. "Who is this?"
To the image of Deirdre, Aarics breathing is somewhat exaggerated; long intakes, lengthy exhales. The effect edges on the obscene.
The image of Deirdre's eyes narrow. "This isn't cute," she says. "You're wasting my time. Who are you? What do you want?"
To the image of Deirdre, Aaric crooks his mouth; a thin parody of smile. The breathing then continues slightly heavier.
The image of Deirdre's eyes flash angrily and her own mouth briefly shows teeth within a feminine snarl. "Asshole." There's a surge of her will and the contact is broken.
To the image of Deirdre, Aaric is in blackness. A solitary flickering candle provides -just- enough illumination have established, and to maintain, trump contact. The individual's darkness-obfuscated features are.. masculine? No, androgynous. He-she-it wears gloves and dark clothing as well. Shadowlight plays around green eyes, the narrow bridge of nose, high cheek bones, thin lips.
The image of Deirdre appears, well-lit by torches despite the fact it is night, wherever she is. The silver gleam of an ax can be seen over her left shoulder.
The image of Deirdre squints at the stranger. "Yes?" A pause. "Hello?" her tone neutral.
To the image of Deirdre, Aaric's green eyes flicker: a hint of mirth that isn't mirrored with his lips. He breathes. Slowly. Rhythmatically.
The image of Deirdre squares her shoulders. A new tone of voice starts with indignance and strained patience. "Hello," she repeats. "Who is this?"
To the image of Deirdre, Aarics breathing is somewhat exaggerated; long intakes, lengthy exhales. The effect edges on the obscene.
The image of Deirdre's eyes narrow. "This isn't cute," she says. "You're wasting my time. Who are you? What do you want?"
To the image of Deirdre, Aaric crooks his mouth; a thin parody of smile. The breathing then continues slightly heavier.
The image of Deirdre's eyes flash angrily and her own mouth briefly shows teeth within a feminine snarl. "Asshole." There's a surge of her will and the contact is broken.