A Future Long Since Past || Tristan May 9, 2018 6:59:17 GMT -7
Post by Tehodis Kitai on May 9, 2018 6:59:17 GMT -7
| When Tristan Cowell grabbed her finger, she couldn't believe it. There was something so... Frustrating about the act. She had been trying to admonish him, and now he was-- What? Going to treat her like a child? His warmth had no impact on her flustered frustration, and she merely scowled up at him as he went on with some kind of patronizing--|
Some sort of patronizing, facetious--
Wait, he had said what?
Tehodis' lips found themselves somewhat agape, and her arm didn't immediately fall to her side when he released his grip. Instead, it fluttered slowly as her mind attempted to process what he had just told her. I find you quite intriguing. I am an abject failure in the school of flirtations. Flirtation? With him, with me, with-- Why? It didn't make much sense, and it made her feel both flattered and uncomfortable all at the same time.
Her eyes slowly moved over him, attempting to see some clue that would prove he was lying, or joking - but she saw something else instead. There was a shimmer, just like that in which she had seen his face just moments before. It came from his chest, and drooped a thin string of red, which looped over his arm in a criss-cross of binds until it reached his finger, and then it dropped to his feet, and drove itself across the snow, where she realized it became vertical once more. Where it drifted upwards, and met her own finger. She shook her head and wiped her hand on herself as if she could clean it of the vision - which did in fact disappear - and then brought her eyes back up to his once more.
He wasn't lying, or attempting some cruel joke. He was... Something else, but she still couldn't bring herself to say, or appreciate it (out loud). After all, he was Tristan Cowell, Master Illusionist. He was learning new magic at this school, but he wasn't like her. He was superior to even the instructors of Eight Veils, and they knew it. There was a distinct power imbalance between the two of them, and Tehodis felt that was all she needed to rebuff him.
"So--" Her words were stunted as she stumbled over them, not espousing them as second-nature like him, "You... You think that a good way to flirt with someone is to trick them, and make them believe they have a power that they don't? You may not have intended to be... What did you say? Malicious? But that's how it was. How it turned out. So... You know, that's-- That's not cool." Oh Deities. That's not cool. That was all she had? Really? Her face screwed in frustration once more, and both hands raised to cover her face in embarrassment.