Thread: You've got no choice (CottonCandyHaze x RocLobster)

x It took no less than three minutes from when they were seated for Merrill to begin babbling about how they should leave. To be honest, he was surprised she lasted even that long. Look, it's taking them so long to get the next combatant out. We could go see a play, where it takes actors much less time to switch places. Then why is the crowd in a frenzy. He absolutely adored it when she colored like that. W-Well, obviously the people of this city have no taste. So do I have no taste because of- Hm, silenced by her shoving his hat down on his head, blocking his vision of the arena. She was catching on fast, both a good thing and a bad thing. Adiyna scowled as he pushed it back up, fixing Merrill with a look. The female ignored it, taking to staring at the crowds. Is watching all those men die really so interesting? For a moment he remained silent. The question was rhetorical, but he knew she would still like an answer anyway. In truth, it actually wasn't all that interesting. He'd seen people die, men women and children alike, but there wasn't much of a thrill in seeing the life fade from their bodies, no, it was everything before that, the struggle they summoned from their bones to keep their fragile hearts beating. That was what made it interesting, but he could never tell Merrill that, she wouldn't understand and he'd only receive flack for it. So, Adiyna shrugged, not taking his eyes from the ring. Maybe, maybe not, it's all a difference of opinion. You may end up liking it. At this Merrill gave a sniff. I highly doubt that. Once, when I was twelve, I saw my brother fight another boy over a few marbles. According to him I cried and cried until they both stopped. Oh yes, that story. The man who was her brother looked so amused when he explained it, finding humor at how delicate his sister was. It just made Adiyna wonder exactly who he'd unwittingly gotten stuck with. Suddenly, the people of the arena grew louder in their cries as a large man stepped into the center of the ground below. Adiyna couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his appearance. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with wearing a robe designed after days of old, he just wasn't expecting them to go for...authenticity. But, goodness, look at him, he's so fat. He's so fat. Swat from Merrill, though she nodded her head slowly in agreement. For all her protests, she looked equally enamored in what this man had to say. Today, is a gracious day! He gave a snort, gracious day? He was really hamming it up, wasn't he? Blahblahblah spectacle, blahblahblah something about fires and poisons, blahblahblah Moreau House- Wait, he knew that name. Who are the Moreau's again? The one with the husband you'd called a small stallion. Then. For reasons that I am going to ignore and say you are merely impressed with his height. Ah. He remembered now, nice man, lovely wife, lovelier family, and by that he meant they knew how to keep up appearances. If they owned a champion that meant he simply must be something to look at, because if there was one thing Adiyna shared with the well known family it was their mutual distaste of unattractive things. And what a sight this man was. Skin just the right amount of bronzed, seemingly bathed by the gentlest of suns rays stretched across arms and legs that spoke of raw power. Speaking of legs, they held up a man of height, one that was difficult to discern from his current distance, but he could feel that it was enough to make him feel towered over. Golden locks framed a face that was unfortunately hidden behind a sheet of metal, but that was alright, Adiyna's imagination would run wild either way. Blue Angel was in his opinion, a disgustingly cliched title, but he could kind of see why they named him that, what with the name and the complexion and all. He swore if this man died today he'd have someone's head, preferably that fat man's for not rigging the fight, if he hadn't, that is. Careful Adiyna, you're drooling. The beautiful figure snapped out of his daze, leveling Merrill with a look, the woman merely giggling. I do not drool , Merrill. Of course not, you only leave your mouth open so you can catch flies. This time it was she who was swatted - and with her own fan too, hmph - but this only drew forth another giggle from her lips. I don't know why I take you anywhere, you're so annoying. You could always trade me for Cassandra. And listen to her moon over the shop boy? Please. As if he'd stoop that low. She attempted to speak again - probably some other smart retort - but he shushed her with the fan over her mouth. The fight is going to begin soon, and the fat man probably has more tales to weave before we actually see anything interesting. Though the fighter down there? Plenty interesting. Adiyna would pay just to see him crush things between his thighs all day. In fact, why wasn't that a thing? It should definitely be a thing. I'm going to make it a thing. Make what a thing? Shh. Oh wait, there's his face. It was just as glorious as the rest of him and, damn it, Adiyna needed that face as a constant in his life. Should the man's opponent put one scratch on that magnificent thing he would personally rip their head off, barehanded. He wasn't much for cliches, but it truly looked as if it were carved by the god's themselves, or maybe just one slightly lesser god - he was vain and believed there was no other being on the planet that looked better than himself, man or woman - with quite the bit of spare time on their hands. Curse the Moreu's for getting to him first. Maybe he could steal him? Is it possible to steal people? That's illegal. Damn it.