Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Even if she had turned her back and averted her eyes, Alaia still heard the noises, Lionel's voice almost sounding that of someone else's. Once he was done and the bullies were scampering away, her view of the photographer was clouded with her friend and his worried stare, his always respectful distance. He looked as good as always, his face now back to the serious and gentle boy she knew, and not the one capable of harming people to protect her. Feeling guilty of forcing Lionel to show his worst side, Alaia teared and cried freely, that culpability mixed with the relief she felt now he was there. She couldn't help but remember that first day once again. She was young and naive, having lived her short life so far in a town where the majority of people were like her, but eager to make new human friends. What she found was fear, hate, abuse, things that not only would hurt anyone, but also surprised the young centauress. Guessing that she was the one at fault, that she had made some slight she didn't understand, Alaia had taken the abuse until another brave young kid came to her help. He was severely beaten and outnumbered, and yet he got up each and every time he was sent down, so relentless that the ones abusing them ended up running away. He had twisted an ankle in the process, and yet he didn't cry in front of her, showing a contagious courage. When introducing herself, offering to carry him home on her back and ask for her name, the boy hesitated voicing it for reason's she didn't know, but that was when his nickname only she used was born. Lion! Alaia chanted, approaching her friend and hugging him close. Even with his prodigious physique she was still a bit taller given her race, so she always leaned a bit down to avoid embarrassing the both of them by smothering him with those breasts of her. Her brave boy, her courageous defender, her Lion. Alaia was sorry to tarnish his nobility as he had to lower himself to behave like that, giving him trouble. No, I'm fine... she said, although her wrists were a bit marked from where the thug had grabbed her with those meaty fingers. They didn't get to do anything to me, thanks to you once more... she sobbed, slowly recovering her calm now that she was on the arms of her friend. I'm sorry, I made you skip training Alaia apologized. I wasn't planning to go through here, but I saw someone weird at the door and- she remembered. It was you! Wasn't it? she asked to the photographer, that had seemingly been calmly and distantly waiting there, clearly knowing that intruding would be reckless. Me? Oh, yeah I was waiting by the door, but as the one that I was waiting for didn't come I decided to sneak in and stumbled upon the scene he said. I'm very sorry I inadvertently played a hand on this, very, very sorry he apologized, not sounding exactly scared of Lionel, but just sincere. I'm a fashion photographer, have a good eye for talent even if I shouldn't say it myself, and was looking for someone specific he explained his purpose there. Oh... It's fine, it wasn't your fault, I was imprudent Alaia was quick on the forgiving, taking the blame of that dangerous detour herself. If you are looking for Samantha, she should be on the auditory, drama club. Linda should be with the cheerleaders- she tried to be of help, thinking of the prettiest girls of the school from the top of her head, interrupting herself as she saw that the photographer shook his head and showed an amused smile. No, no. I'm here for you he said, making Alaia freeze in disbelief.