Thread: Beyond the Skies [--+Hahvoc Requiem+--, H a r r i e t, TakodaVega]

AVARIEN NARYA He had expected a large spout of wrath to wash over his body any second after the tray had hit the cabin's hard floor. His eyes narrowed, and he listened, waiting to hear the rustling of Karita's sheets move as she gets out of bed to confront him. He assumed she'd call him a pervert, considering she could've been naked for all he could see, and she was also asleep. Now, in his defense, Avarien had no way of telling if she was decent or not through closed doors. And he hadn't known she'd be sleeping mid-morning, either. It just wasn't natural to sleep when the sun was up. The thought of her having difficulties sleeping, or having nightmares, hadn't even occurred to Avarien. He didn't dream whatsoever, so the thought of someone dreaming always escaped his train of thought. Slowly, when no pain or yelling came to him, the elven male spread his fingers open and looked through the small cracks towards her sleeping body, as though he were watching a scary movie and wanted to hide all the bad parts, but see all the nice ones. He could only partially see the tattoos that lined her skin, and the colour of her sun kissed skin looked more pale than normal with the window's reflection of the sun beaming into the room. Even slower than before, his hands slowly pulled off his face completely, soon coming to a rest back at his sides. Pouting his bottom lip out further than his upper, he stared at what he could see of Karita in slight amusement and wonder. He had no idea how she hadn't woken up from all that racket, but he wasn't about to complain. If he could walk away from his without getting in shit, he'd be more than thankful. Squatting down, he grabbed his fork and placed it on the tray. Grabbing the two handles of the tray, he lifted it off the ground, a little more than amazed that nothing fell off it but a few pieces of corn. Now standing straight, he was about to turn on his heels and walk back out of her quarters to go dump the food on Howl's plate when he saw Karita move. Since he had caught it out of the corner of his eye, he stopped moving, settling himself into a half turned stance. Turning his head slightly to get a better look at her, he saw her move again, appearing to be shivering. Thoughts whirled within his mind, and he debated walking over to check up on her. Being her bodyguard gave him the right to make sure she was still breathing, but he wasn't sure if that still applied while she might be naked. Sighing, giving into his pride, he gnawed almost viciously on the inside of his cheek as he started to walk towards her bed. His feet were silent with each step, able to reach just in front of her bed without being detected. That he knew of, anyway. Setting the tray down on the table beside her bed, he raised his newly freed hand to push some of his hair out of his face, debating what to do now. Tilting his head, he slowly gave in and did what seemed to be the most logical thing to do in his mind, anyway lifting his right boot, he pushed the toe of it to her side, resting it there for a moment. Slowly, he put pressure into his leg, nudging against her bare skin with it. 'Ey Karita, Giving another nudge, this one a little harder than the last, he grumbled. Wake up already. JASNA VON SEGUR Ignoring Howl's wink without a second thought, Jasna looked up from her food after taking another bite and directed most of her attention on Switch. Her face hardened for a moment, thoughts pushing back and forth within her mind, before she settled and started to mindlessly play with her mashed potatoes, eye still level with Switch's. Every thing is working fine, yeah. We might run into a slight problem down the road for food and other supplies, but we'll deal with them when they're more pronounced. Her mind transferred back to their cargo, and her head tilted slightly, eye over Howl's shoulder, staring at nothing in particular. To anyone who knew her extremely well, they'd know that she was a little troubled by something that had to deal with the entire job to begin with, but with her workaholic motives, they usually overran any unease she got. It wasn't like anyone would actually attack them to get the cargo, right? Snapping out of her small daze, she stopped fiddling with her food and raised the fork up to her mouth, licking some of the potatoes off it's metal points. If anyone's stupid enough to get in our sights along the way to make the drop off, we'll most likely take a chance and do a raid. I can't see Karita doing it if it isn't necessary, though. Her attention flicked over to Howl, who she had been temporarily ignoring. It also depends on you and Avarien, though. Considering you're technically helping in protecting The Outlaw Seraphim, your choices would count. Jasna knew already that Howl wouldn't have any problems with tearing someone apart for whatever reason, so she could already tell he'd be ready whenever Karita made a decision. Avarien, on the other hand, she wasn't so sure about. The elf was lazier than any other body guard she had seen, and a lot more snobby than she'd ever expect a male to be. Letting out a dull sigh, she leaned the side of her face against her left palm, fingers curled against her temple. Without meaning to, she stretched her legs from their crossed position, unaware as to how short of leg room she actually had, and brushed Howl's leg with the heel of her boot. Upon contact, she pulled her foot back as though if she did it quick enough, the entire action would go unnoticed. Unfortunately, she knew it didn't work that way, and her eye lifted to see how Howl was going to react to the sudden, but accidental, touch.