Post by Tsajara Dread on Dec 14, 2015 13:13:14 GMT -5
When that door finally opened it was as big as she figured it would be. Strange as it were, Sargon certainly seemed to have an enjoyment of theatricality. No doubt another aspect brought on by his....boredom. Or what she assumed to be boredom. A very old bored man. Cooped up in such a place it's no wonder he would go through so much trouble to make it......visually stimulating. No doubt stimulation was hard to come by. Was that one of the reasons she had been picked up by him? She was interesting? Well she supposed there were far worse reasons for him to take her on.
Once inside, they began that long walk down that vast corridor, and she ......closed her eyes. It was an odd practice of hers, one she didn't even do that often, but depriving herself of her sight, she simply followed him by ear, smiling softly to herself as she focused on each little detail. The feeling of the air against her skin. The sound of their footsteps echoing off surfaces. Even if she couldn't SEE it, she could hear it. That semi-muted echo that rattled overhead. She could hear it's height where her eyes failed her, and she could hear Sargon as well. The way his clothes muffled sound bouncing off of him, but he DID have a sound. A sort of gap in the echoes, replaced instead with a.....softer noise.
As they reached a wall she opened her eyes, finding that it had a door. She paused, letting him open it before she followed him into the room. She paused, looking around at the rather ridiculously sized room. Was this his? She imagined he probably would have decorated his own abode a bit more.... However as he went to the dresser and opened it up she noticed that the clothing in there was....certainly not something she would expect him to wear. Was this to be HEr room?! Of course her attention snapped back to him, eyes lighting up as he closed the drawer and explained to her that she was in her new abode. A place to call her own... she looked around and imediately smiled a bit. She already had some idea as to what to do.
However these thoughts were interrupted When Sargon approached her. Having been staying close to the door, leaning back against the wall, she remained where she was, eyes watching him calmly. Of course, then he reached out and she felt his fingers lightly curl against her skin, brows lifting slightly in almost-surprise. She was....well... a Bit lighter than he might have expected. Given her.....bird attributes, his very first attempt at removing her clothes would instead yank her away from the wall, bumping into him. Of course once he actually did tear that clothing away she paused, head tilting this way and that, and for once her....avian qualities became a bit more apparent as she looked at him very much like a bird would, head turning to the side to look at him with a single eye. For a single instant, those eyes stopped looking so dead, her pupils opened up, taking up much of her eye as suddenly her eyes were very much like that of a hawk's.
"και έτσι αρχίζει" Came a soft little musing from her before she watched him inspecting her body.
Up against the wall she really didn't do much but watch as he reached up and touched the wound she'd received from that quincy. The one that had attempted to accuse her of being some aggressor. The childish little thing had burned himself touching her, and then claimed she had been trying to attack her. He had used some sort of release, getting wings and proclaiming that he would destroy her. OF course she had been....much weaker at the time. And so very tired of the boy's foolishness. So, when he'd fired an arrow. She'd simply......thrown her sword to the ground. And let it hit her. The boy had immediately seen just who the monster was. It had been.....so very sweet. Seeing that justified face, full of self-rightousness suddenly draining, horror at seeing himself as worse than the 'monster'. She'd blacked out after that, but she had been fine when she woke up, save for the wound.
She was.....not sure how she felt when he touched the wound, sealing it up and erasing it. It had been something of e memento, and as he stepped away she reached up, touching the spot where it had once been. She remained silent, watching him as he instructed her to meet her when she had finished washing and dressing, and once he was gone she.....let the silence spill in. Letting the noise of his presnce leave, and she herself simply.....closing her eyes to listen to that quiet quiet room.
For a while.....she simply sank into that silence, thinking over recent events. But well.....Sargon likely did not enjoy being kept waiting. Making her way to the dresser she eyed the selection, those soft whites scanning them as she couldn't help but smile. The pigment matched her skin exactly. Anything form-fitting and she would look naked at first glance. she rolled her eyes a bit at that and simply slipped into the bathroom. Eyeing the rather....luxurious tub that was there. She let the water fill until it was a good.....two inches of water, before she turned it off. Slipping in, she settled in, and had herself her own little version of a bath. Gently rubbing her skin as tiny tiny little things that seemed like flakes fell from her skin. Most mammals, humans included, had hair. Fine as it was, and very sparse. Her own skin was feathered. Small, tiny little things, but that almost invisible down was still present, making her skin feel softer than it actually was, and with a little water, she shook off the top layer of it, and exposed the newer, cleaner ones.
After her bath she dressed, taking hardly any time at all to pick out an outfit, before she headed for the door. She didn't know if he would be waiting directly outside, it was a pretty fair bet, but in any case as she emerged from her room she looked every inch the Las Noches arrancar. For a top, she'd chosen a cropped jacket that bared her skin from mid-ribcage down, the sleeves being long, stopping at the elbow, and folded collar. Her bottoms were....quite simply, shorts. With ventilation openings at both hips. This entailed the entirety of her outfit. The ensemble was undeniably feminine, but also a bit tomboyish. Perfect in Tsaj's opinion. Now she just needed to find Sargon.
