Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2011 16:33:31 GMT -5
It was difficult to disentangle yourself from your own robes while suspended in mid-air, but Ilmar had managed to do so, more or less. At the very least, he was no longer eating fabric every time he opened his mouth. With his clothing out of the way, Ilmar couldn’t help but notice he had provoked some very interesting reactions from both individuals. While Anil seemed to retreat into his thoughts, the girl suddenly became very alert.
“Civilized?!” she said shrilly. “Breaking into his flat through a window is hardly civilized.”
Ilmar shrugged. It wasn’t as if she was wrong. However, he did object to her accusation of name-calling. “For the record, I said you weren’t a whore,” he said pointedly, more for the sake of being annoying than his own defense. This earned him a spray of tea in his face. Ilmar sneezed and shook his head as the woman continued on. Where was the fun in using a door anyway? Though, she did have a good argument. He probably should have come in the window after Anil had gotten home.
The blood was draining and pooling in his face, flushing his fair complexion in red splotches. Just as Ilmar was contemplating if his head would swell to at least twice its size before Anil let him down, the spell gripping his ankle let go unexpectedly and he crashed into the hardwood floor headfirst. “Gah!” Ilmar sat up quickly, nursing the newly formed lump on his skull. “A little more gently would have been nice you knoaaaaaagh!”
Partly stumbling, partly tripping, and partly flying, Ilmar left the building with about as much grace as when he first entered, melting snow already happily seeping into his clothing where he lay. Had it been snowing when he first arrived here? He had been pretty sure there had been clear skies. Funny how quickly the weather changed around here. Before he could pick himself up, the clear click of the door’s lock sliding into place echoed behind him.
“Well,” he muttered to himself as he sat up and faced the building he just exited, crossing his legs in the snow. “That could have gone better.” Ilmar pursed his lips, thinking. That woman’s presence had been entirely unexpected. It complicated things. After all, despite his careless attitude throughout the encounter, he did have important business with his brother. And if Anil didn’t pull himself together soon, they were all going to be in trouble.
Ilmar whistled. A few moments later, his falcon returned, landing lightly on his outstretched, sleeved arm. He eyed him disapprovingly, picking at the loose threads hanging off the shoulder of his torn robes. “I suppose you’re wondering I’m standing out here wearing a makeshift toga,” Ilmar said pertly. He stood up, giving the locked door one last look. “Let’s just say we’d better wait until tomorrow.”
“Civilized?!” she said shrilly. “Breaking into his flat through a window is hardly civilized.”
Ilmar shrugged. It wasn’t as if she was wrong. However, he did object to her accusation of name-calling. “For the record, I said you weren’t a whore,” he said pointedly, more for the sake of being annoying than his own defense. This earned him a spray of tea in his face. Ilmar sneezed and shook his head as the woman continued on. Where was the fun in using a door anyway? Though, she did have a good argument. He probably should have come in the window after Anil had gotten home.
The blood was draining and pooling in his face, flushing his fair complexion in red splotches. Just as Ilmar was contemplating if his head would swell to at least twice its size before Anil let him down, the spell gripping his ankle let go unexpectedly and he crashed into the hardwood floor headfirst. “Gah!” Ilmar sat up quickly, nursing the newly formed lump on his skull. “A little more gently would have been nice you knoaaaaaagh!”
Partly stumbling, partly tripping, and partly flying, Ilmar left the building with about as much grace as when he first entered, melting snow already happily seeping into his clothing where he lay. Had it been snowing when he first arrived here? He had been pretty sure there had been clear skies. Funny how quickly the weather changed around here. Before he could pick himself up, the clear click of the door’s lock sliding into place echoed behind him.
“Well,” he muttered to himself as he sat up and faced the building he just exited, crossing his legs in the snow. “That could have gone better.” Ilmar pursed his lips, thinking. That woman’s presence had been entirely unexpected. It complicated things. After all, despite his careless attitude throughout the encounter, he did have important business with his brother. And if Anil didn’t pull himself together soon, they were all going to be in trouble.
Ilmar whistled. A few moments later, his falcon returned, landing lightly on his outstretched, sleeved arm. He eyed him disapprovingly, picking at the loose threads hanging off the shoulder of his torn robes. “I suppose you’re wondering I’m standing out here wearing a makeshift toga,” Ilmar said pertly. He stood up, giving the locked door one last look. “Let’s just say we’d better wait until tomorrow.”