Thread: Girl's Got It Bad (Reserved)

A Deal With a God His focus never wavered. He was as much of the stone as it was of the earth, chin resting in his intertwined fingers as he expectedly waited for whom he knew would join him. How could he so clearly know that she were to follow him? Simply because she smelled of adventure, of curiosity. Most importantly? Alcohol. The next logical decision she could make was turn right around and act like nothing ever happened. Honestly Scythe wasn't one hundred percent sure he were correct for there were no certainties in the world. He heard a water part and his calculation came to full fruition. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to cross. The breath from his nostrils fell upon his thick and powerful fingers as it was the only thing to focus on until she got here. Slowly her figure rounded the corner and quickly their eyes fell to each other's. The moment was awkward from what she gave off. She was tentative, timid. He was a ferocious tiger for he never wavered. Not even the moment, the meeting, her words, nothing stopped his bright blue eyes from staring into her soul. All except one thing Her foolishness. She wanted an answer? Scythe rose to meet the young woman, the tiger to his prey. Before he rose he picked up his trench coat and stepped over to her. His feet fell silent upon the ground, bulky frame almost casting an entire shadow over hers. He walked the distance in a short time, his massive strides allowing him capability. Looming over her like the moon, she may think she were in a bad position... And she was. Fool swam in this weather? Scythe could because... Well he's Scythe. Her? Maybe, possibly, probably not so much. She was wet and Scythe was feeling extra generous. Clothes, off. It was all he said as he dropped the coat at her feet. A leather coat that seemed to span for miles. It fit his body perfectly, covering all down to mid shin. On her it'd probably drag the ground and then some. The main thing was that it were warm. White rabbit fur lining the collar and lining the main body of the coat. It had a few belts and buckles for certain purposes and a fantastic row of silver wolf head buttons lining the front. All this made the coat incredibly hefty. Easily a fifty pound article of clothing, it'd definitely weigh her down but it should be manageable. Should be. Scythe turned his back to the girl, a first he had ever done. Scythe was always the man who did what he wanted without real care. This girl however was different. He knew she had lost something, someone and mourned its loss. To respect this, Scythe respected her a privacy. He only hoped she was smart... And sober enough to remove all her wet clothes which meant everything. He shook his head as he thought about it and turned his face to look at her face from the corner of his eye. And I? I'm the one saving your well being. His voice, so deep and so cold. The man was like a robot. He did not show emotion, not until he chose it. He was a very warm person, very caring but only to those who deserved it. It was a safe bet if he was risking his beautiful coat for her that she was partially there but that's mainly because Scythe had a soft spot for the foolish.