Disturbing the Peace
08-19-2015, 06:20 PM
And my lover on my mind.. Neith. A pretty name. "I disagree, your name is elegant in it's simplicity." He felt the heat rise a bit to his cheeks, him… sweet? Haha, he hadn't been called sweet since Costanza… Hárekr turned to look away as a shadow fell over his face, pretending to have heard some sort of strange sound until he'd pushed the memories back down in his well before they sought to rise up and drag him down into them again. The man turned back to Neith all smiles as she asked him if he'd ever danced in the rain. Danced? Hárekr's head tipped to the side. "What is danced? The only thing I have done in the rain is battle and mud-bowling." He grinned at the childhood memories of running then sliding on his belly through the muck trying to knock down little rock stacks. "Will you show me danced? I should like to see it." |