Curious Affairs | Tag - Natesa

[natesa elise mayjor]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #275a7d; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-top: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-left: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-bottom: #5487ab 4px dotted;] walk past the dance floor that's always been a dear friend of mine Despite the fact that this guy had just saved her ass, there was just something about him that told her that he wasn't normally so kind. Well, in general. He probably wouldn't make a habit of traipsing around the bars saving stupid young women from whatever crap they'd gotten themselves into. That had probably been a spur-of-the-moment decision. Or maybe he felt obligated? Natesa wasn't sure. "I get that a lot," she said quietly, shifting in her seat a little bit and curling a loose lock of her dark hair around a spidery finger. Natesa really was an interesting name; it was quite rare. Natesa actually quite liked her name, but she wasn't exactly going to say that right now. But still, she knew what the man meant entirely. She blinked a little bit at his next comment. Wow...harsh. Was she not pleasant to meet? Well, okay, she could barely say that that surprised her at all, but the comment still stung. Especially with the tone that the man had used; it was a bit of a snap. Well. Okay, then. She wasn't quite sure exactly what to say, so she said nothing. It was just easier that way. Oh. Under the circumstances. Right, well, that made a lot more sense than it had previously. Natesa had thought that they had been getting on okay, maybe with the slightest bit of awkwardness still there, but nothing that wasn't easily gotten over, right? Well...okay, maybe more awkwardness than she'd first thought. She nodded at him, still unsure of what to say. So, gain, it was easier to just stay quiet. Ilyas was a rather interesting name, too. It was fairly ambiguous and...different. She liked it, don't get her wrong, but she'd never heard that name before. Heck, she hadn't even known it existed. But Natesa was a similar name on that front. So, maybe they were even on that one? She didn't know, just nodded again. "I've never heard that name before," she said, sitting up a bit straighter. "It's pretty cool." The night walker shuffled a little uncomfortably when Ilyas asked her what she was doing at a bar. Someone had finally picked up on her age; took them long enough. She gave a small roll of her shoulders, shrinking into the back of her c=seat a bit. "Just...wanted to get away from my house, I guess," she mumbled. Her father, more like. She loved the man, honestly she did, but...did he ever think about anyone but himself? If he did, it was very rare. OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: ILYAS NOTES: SORRY IF IT MAKES NO SENSE, I'M TIRED xD WORD COUNT: 448

[ilyas aylin]

“Pretty cool, huh?” Funny, he hated his name, mostly because it was given to him by the two people he hated most; his parents. “Now, you’re just saying that to be nice, aren’t you?” Ilyas’ lips slightly curled upwards then as his eyes shortly met with those of Natesa. They held a playful glint again. It was funny, actually, how this girl already knew more about him than practically every other he’d ever met in life. At least, for the last three years. And another funny thing was how he didn’t instantly dismiss her. Why wouldn’t he?

Oh well, it didn’t even really matter anyway. Perhaps it was sort of nice to spend the night with someone else. No, not in that way; he wasn’t a pervert like that other drunk, who happened to stroll by just as that thought crossed his mind. He gazed around infatuated, lost, confused, as if he was looking for something, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find it. Ilyas shortly glanced at Natesa again; if it would freak her out that this guy was so close to their table, it would take one simple message to get him to buzz off. Keeping the conversation going was probably best distraction.

“Could you not have gone somewhere else, during the day? Easier. Less dangerous.” For instance, to the park, with all the happy-go-lucky people, enjoying their carefree lives and being all bubbly everywhere and all over the place. Ugh. One of the reasons Ilyas tried to avoid the park. All the happy couples eating their picnics there, being all happy and sucking up each other’s happiness. Ugh. The man shook his head slightly as he noticed his thoughts were drifting off again; why did he always have such trouble keeping his mind at the now? Mostly, he lingered in the past. Memories and images of those he hated the most, or of those who left a gap in his heart. Damn, his glass was empty. Swiftly, he raised his hand, hoping it would be seen by anyone would could serve him up with something new.

A young waiter walked up with a notepad in hand and a pen; either he’d had a busy night, or he was nervous as hell, because the pen shook frantically. Was Ilyas a nicer guy, he probably would’ve cared. “Just give me the bottle,” he said bluntly. He hated having to wait for some incompetent waiter who didn’t even fill up the glass decently; he’d better do it himself and this way, he wouldn’t run out that quickly. “You sure you don’t want anything?” he asked Natesa, just to be sure. For a guy who wasn’t nice, he sure was acting rather kind today. Annoying.

[natesa elise mayjor]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #275a7d; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-top: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-left: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-bottom: #5487ab 4px dotted;] walk past the dance floor that's always been a dear friend of mine As Natesa saw Ilyas' lips curl up into a playful, teasing grin, she gave him her own sheepish smile. Maybe he wasn't used to being told that his name was cool? She didn't know. She personally thought it was pretty awesome. Maybe it was the fact that it was uncommon that just made it that much cooler. "I would say no, but you'd never believe me, would you?" she snickered shyly. Then it kind of struck her that, oh, god, she'd been unintentionally rude. Ugh, word vomit. She hated it so much. "Not that I don't think it's cool. Because I do." Her eyes slid to the floor. She was inwardly kicking herself for making such a stupid mistake. It was probably a good thing that she didn't notice the drunkard from earlier stumble past; her eyes were fixed too firmly on the ground. She gave a dismissive wave of her hand when he asked about going someplace else during the day. Well, Natesa could see problems with that already. Day? Too few shadows for her to hide in. Easier? If it was easier for her, it'd be easier for other people too. People and Natesa did not mix; no, not in the slightest. She was far too quiet, far too reserved for that. "I tend to try and avoid...people...when I get like this. Y'know. I'm a hider. Shadows and stuff? I need those. Daytime and people? I kind of can't deal with that." She laughed scornfully at her idiotic personality, but it was just how she was. She couldn't help that, surely, given what had happened to her when she was so young. ...Actually, yeah, she probably could. She shook her head when Ilyas once again offered her something to drink. "No, honestly, I'm fine." she told him. No burdening. That wasn't what Natesa was like at all; she hated being a burden on other people. OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: ILYAS NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 333

[ilyas aylin]

Ilyas’ eyebrows slowly rose as the girl stumbled on her words. He allowed her to finish what she wanted to say, although he could pretty much guess what it would be. Something in the thought of: ‘I’m sorry, please don’t kill me!’. “Relax,” the man muttered softly. Clearly, the child was nervous and it wasn’t simply because of the previous events. His tone still wasn’t very friendly and it might not help to ease the girl, but he was at least trying, in his own, strange way. Ilyas knew he could be intimidating, though, even when he wasn’t trying, so he didn’t blame her for being anxious. And it was a good thing that she was cautious around strangers, but the man wondered if she did so because she was simply afraid or just wanted to be liked. “I’m not going to eat you.” Was that really the right thing to say? Perhaps he should’ve chosen his words more careful, but this was exactly something that annoyed Ilyas; people didn’t understand him. And that was one of the main reasons he disliked them.

Well, it seemed the girl still wasn’t completely terrified of him, because she started to speak again, be it softly, so that Ilyas had to concentrate to pick up her words; booze and a lot of noise didn’t help when people were talking softly. But when he realized exactly what it was she was saying, the corners of his lips curled slightly upwards into a faint smirk and he snorted slightly. What the girl said was quite relatable, actually; daytime and people, Ilyas didn’t deal well with those either. “Makes two of us, kid,” he said simply. But what she added did somehow perk the man’s interest. Hider, shadows? What did she mean by that? Ilyas’ icy blue eyes narrowed slightly as he kept them aimed at the young lady across from him. Was there more to her than what meets the eye?

As Natesa said no to a drink or whatsoever, Ilyas wondered why the waiter was still wasting time by standing by their table. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his blue eyes rolled. Then, he looked up at the other man. “Shoo.” The message came across, it seemed, because the man wandered off, while mumbling something under his breath. It was probably an insult towards Ilyas, or the man cursed his damn job; the blonde would’ve done the latter.

With the waiter out of the way, Ilyas leaned his elbows on the table, leaning a little closer to his company. His empty glass was still in his hand. “What do you need the shadows for?” he wondered, his voice now soft as well, as if they were discussing something that absolutely had to remain a secret. After all, not all humans dealt well with those who were.. different.

[natesa elise mayjor]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #275a7d; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-top: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-left: #5487ab 4px dotted; border-bottom: #5487ab 4px dotted;] walk past the dance floor that's always been a dear friend of mine Natesa rubbed her one bare shoulder rather awkwardly, at a loss for things to say. God, why was she such an idiot? She couldn't believe she'd just done that! Ugh, she had to open her mouth and talk, didn't she? And her father wondered why she was so shy. Well. There you go. That was why. She never knew what to say, and so just kept her mouth shut, or said whatever random crap came to her head. Most often, it was the former. It was easier that way. She'd been told to relax, though, so...it couldn't have been that bad, could it? And the whole "I'm not going to eat you" thing made her half smile. Well, she'd figured that much. But still. Yeah. She should calm down some. It seemed like it was all good, so...no harm done really, was there? No. 'Course not. She should just try and stop stressing. She noticed Ilyas' eyes narrow, though...oh god, what if she'd done something stupid again?! Ahhh! No, she was not going to stress out over this, she'd just told herself that she was going to relax! ...Was it something she'd said? The shadows and hider thing was pretty weird. ...Crap. That probably made her sound like some kind of evil stalker or something. No no no no no. Damnit, no. ...Oh. Oh, it was the shadows thing. But she was being asked about it. And then it occurred to her that humans...well, some humans...didn't react well to those who were...gifted? Weird? Freaks? She didn't know what the term was. And she didn't know what this man was. Was he human? Was he something else? She really couldn't tell. Oh, god, why wasn't it obvious?! She bit her lip, her eyes wide as she realized her mistake. Oh god oh god oh god. What if he didn't know about night walkers and sprites and stuff like that? Would he freak? Would he slate her as a weirdo, a mutant, a freak of nature? ...Or would he be okay with it? He didn't seem easily spooked. That was for certain. "I'm...uh...I'm a night walker?" she said uncertainly, just in case he hadn't heard of them or didn't know what they were. "Shadows are how I hide. Uhm, I basically...turn invisible in them. Watch." She stuck out her hand, and put it into the shadows under the table. The milky white of her skin faded to nothing. "...So yeah. That's...what I meant." OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: ILYAS NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 443

[ilyas aylin]

Ilyas slowly blinked his eyes as the girl sitting across from him was silent for quite a long time. He must’ve either said something offensive, or freaked her out in some kind of way. Well, whatever it was he did, he quickly shrugged it off and averted his eyes towards the bar. It was still crowded on the wooden floor, and very noisy too. Ilyas tried to find the bartender he’d ordered his drink from a few minutes earlier, but with this many people around, it was rather an impossible mission. His blue eyes rolled then. He wished the guy would hurry.

The ice cube in his glass had started to melt a tiny bit. The man picked the glass up and rolled them around playfully. He could steer them in any direction he wanted, even against the rules of gravity, if the man chose to do so. But no, a game like this got boring so quickly. After all, he knew his own abilities quite well and although he was wasting his time here, playing with the ice cubes, he was in control of his water manipulation. The glass was put back down on the table as a familiar waiter came walking back over to their table, with a bottle of fine scotch. It could’ve been perception, but one could almost say there was a smile on Ilyas’ lips then and there. “Why, thank you,” he said as the young man placed the bottle on the table. It seemed to somehow ease his nerves that he wasn’t being barked at for once and he, too, allowed a smile to show. The young bartender wouldn’t risk a sudden change of mood, though, and swiftly hurried away again. Perhaps this guy wasn’t so bad at his job anyway, Ilyas thought to himself.

Finally, the girl seemed to have found her voice, just as Ilyas unscrewed the bottle’s button. The blonde waited with pouring his drink for a sec and let the girl talk. Night walker? That sounded like a movie character. True, Ilyas wasn’t familiar with those who hid in the shadows, but as the girl explained, he figured it had to be possible, seeing as he himself wasn’t completely ‘normal’ either. His eyes slowly followed Natesa’s movements as she was about to give a demonstration.

“Well, put me in a dress and call me Nancy.” The blonde man started to smirk slowly as he gazed just under the table where Natesa was holding her hand, or at least, he thought she was, because her actual hand couldn’t be spotted. That was a rather neat trick, and very useful as well. His own ability could be very useful too, but being able to go invisible; everyone wondered what that was like once in a while, didn’t they? His smirk remained as he used his left hand to pick up his glass again. “Gotta admit, haven’t seen that before,” he said as he, again, started to roll the ice cubes around. Until the crystals of ice started to show on his glass, out of nowhere, while the man kept his eyes on the girl on the other side of the table, as if nothing happened. “The world contains so many secrets these days.”