Rogus
Thief
Arrogance is a virtue.
Posts: 178
Profession: Stealing yo' gold
Guild: SS
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Gus
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Post by Rogus on Sept 8, 2014 18:00:39 GMT -6
Rogus had noticed one thing after he'd told Charlotte he didn't think now was the right time to share his secret. She looked confused and worried, almost self-conscience as if she'd stepped on Rogus's foot. Had she thought she blundered in asking the question? Or had Rogus's first response been misleading of his intentions? Whatever the case was, it was the first time he'd seen Charlotte take a step back. The young woman was always so confident and sure of herself, but was that merely a show? He'd never seen her want to take something she'd said back, or look so utterly flustered. It didn't last long, but the fact he'd seen her have a vulnerable moment took down the last barrier that Rogus had between her. The ex-noble had been witness to her humanity, and not simply her beauty, cunning, or emotion. She wasn't as perfect as he was being fooled into believing. For Rogus, it shattered every line and barrier the man had ever put between them. The nagging thought of how inappropriate their behavior was disapeared. She was a human more than she was a thief, a smuggler, a 'private consultant', or any other title she could be given; just as Rogus was.
When she finally rested her head on his shoulder, it was all the man could do to not curse himself. He tried not to get too close with people, as he always had a tendency to let them down; Aetha, his parents, all the others he'd wronged without much thought to how they felt. The name of the young girl who'd taught him how to pick pockets resounded in his mind as he gazed down at a familiar sight; a beautiful blonde resting on his shoulder. The thought made Rogus miss a step, literally, and if it wasn't for his considerable tolerance for alcohol the dance would have ended rather abruptly, but luckily he managed to recover their slower flowing movement without a hint of having slipped to any outside viewer, but Charlotte may have picked out the sudden irregularity in their motions. He sighed and tried to direct his attention to the present.
Don't you fall asleep on me now... He chided jokingly in a soft voice. The others might start to talk if I have to carry you back to camp.
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Post by Charlotte on Nov 1, 2014 23:46:36 GMT -6
“Hmm,” Charlotte smiled into Rogus’ shoulder, eyes glancing up to him as she felt them sway erratically for a moment before Rogus recalibrated their steps. Had her move caused him to stumble? She nearly laughed at the thought, knowing how she would normally be delighted in finding the thing that made one of the targets of her curiosity falter. But that wasn’t her focus now. No, now all she cared about was continuing to sway to the music, which continued to slow as they moved.
Things like this didn’t make her stumble anymore. She’d danced this dance with many men before, more than she’d readily admit to the man she was resting on now. There were no qualms being physically close to Rogus, having the warmth of his skin under her fingers or feeling his soft breath on her cheek. The reality was, all things physical had been cheapened for her long ago. Rogus had already seen how free she was with exploiting her voluptuousness, and he’d practically called her on it as well. It wasn’t something she even thought about any more, the jittery feelings that should come to her now numb and dulled.
Regardless, she knew she should stumble too, and the potential that the man had tripped was a sobering thought for Charlotte, reminding her how dangerous it was to get mixed up in this kind of mess. There her mind went again; her thoughts were too fast for her to keep up sometimes, but she had already committed to the thought. There was something… endearing, something extremely likeable about the man she danced with tonight. He was handsome, sure, someone she could have a lot of fun with, but it was more than that, something... different than she was used to. She wanted to chalk it up to the alcohol playing with her, but as he spoke so softly to her, a great pain came to her, making her feel as if she’d crumble and be crushed under gravity’s forces.
Even with his joking words, as she looked up to him Charlotte could see what was happening, even if it was still confusing and not quite clear, and the realization scared the blonde to no end. It might never amount to anything past the night in the tavern – they were supposed to be strictly business partners, after all – but Charlotte couldn’t be sure, couldn’t control the variables outside of herself. Hell, she’d proven she couldn’t even control herself tonight, letting her impulsive feelings guide her tonight as she used to.
Just as Rogus had earlier, Charlotte broke eye contact with him, lifting her head from his shoulder, looking past him as she unlaced her fingers from his and pushed her hair back out of her face. “Just resting my eyes for a minute is all,” she cleared her throat. Her gaze was quickly losing the passion of the night, though it wasn’t as steely as usual considering how intoxicated she felt. What mattered was the blonde had dropped the iron banner down once again; she didn’t want to figure out what she was feeling, instead knowing it was safer to shove away the emotions that were too raw, too real.
“We should probably get back,” Charlotte finally said, her gaze finally meeting Rogus’ again, though it was clear that the shield that was Myscha was almost fully re-erected. But Charlotte hesitated, her chest pulling her, the spontaneity inside of her wanting her to do one more thing before they parted, inevitably pretending to the crew that all of this had never happened. Rising slightly on her toes, Charlotte gave Rogus a soft kiss on the cheek, lips burshing over the scratchy, unshaven skin quickly but still lingering just a half a moment too long.
Pulling away with a furrowed brow, Charlotte finally broke their half-embrace, pushing her hair from one shoulder to the other. “I’ll see you back there,” she said, her voice wavering and cracking just enough that she knew she just had to turn and leave before the man could say anything else. Quickly wading through the crowded tavern and away from Rogus, Charlotte was relieved when she was able to push open the door and feel a cool evening breeze to cool the fire in her cheeks and fill her air-hungry lungs. The sharp contrast made her feel sick, though it wasn’t from her drinking. Now that she was outside, all she wanted was to be able to turn back around, back into the tavern and into Rogus’ arms, pretend that she was just over reacting. Instead she crossed her arms, walking towards the barn where the wagons were stored.
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