If The Sky Comes Falling Down
06-08-2014, 06:07 PM
The girl was obviously quite proud of herself, and Lyon sighed. There was no winning with her thus far, and quite frankly he wasn't in the mood for a fight. Plus, she was... somewhat amusing. Perhaps. In an odd sort of way he found her vivacity distracting, as if it pulled him away from his mind for a time. Once more, he ignored her jibe. I am Lyonovei Nikolai Volkov, he murmured. But for the most part I go by Lyon. It took him by surprise when the nickname slid from his lips. He had not been addressed as Lyon for quite some time. Why had he offered it to her? Before he could think on the matter any further the woman was speaking once more, digging in further yet. Handsome she said, and Lyon did not know whether to flush or scoff. What was that supposed to mean? He hadn't the foggiest what she wanted from him, or why he was even carrying on with her still. And there you go with those opinions again. We've talked about this, or have you forgotten already? His voice was tinged with a gravelly baritone, a shadowed grinding that may have portrayed irritation and dark intentions, but in truth he was simply embarrassed. Perhaps he ought to chase her off after all... speech |
