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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2012 15:03:58 GMT -6
Belgium was a very upbeat person for the majority of time. It was always best to try and look on the bright side of life, she found.
However, even her smile was starting to crack.
Emma couldn't bear this place any longer! She needed to get out! The blonde was just about ready to scream at this point as she marched herself into a room. The only reason she even entered was because the door was open. She sat herself down on a wooden chair and grabbed handfuls of blonde hair, so tightly it looked like she was about to tear them out. The Belgian slowly began rocking back and forth in her seat, letting out a small whimper. Before long, she found herself hyperventilating.
"Calm down Bel. Everything's going to be alright~" she said to herself, her voice at least an octave higher than usual. She was loosing her mind in this manor: with it's crazy, distorted time, dark and never ending corridors that just went on and on...
And the noises...
She hadn't seen anything yet, but Belgium had heard things... Things that definitely weren't human. It was all driving her insane!
The blonde began taking deep breaths, desperately trying to calm her nerves. Slowly, she raised her head and blinked her olive green eyes as she began to take in her surroundings. She was in a small, dimly lit kitchen. Cobwebs laced the walls and shadows eerily danced on the ceiling. A small, black insect scuttled across the faded marble work surface, going nowhere in particular. Just like what Emma herself had been doing for the whole time she'd been here.
Emma Lambert sat in silence for a while, taking in her surroundings. After a moments pause, the woman stood up and forced a smile on her face before striding over to the kitchen counter and throwing open some of the cupboards. The slight manic false smile still plastered across her face, Emma reached into the dark cupboard and pulled out a few things. A large bag of flour, a bowl, a spoon.
"I wonder if there are any eggs," Bel began with a high-pitched tone as she marched over to an ancient looking refrigerator and threw the heavy door open. Dust flew away from the object as it was disrupted for the first time in God knows how long. The blonde poked her head in to find a half full box of eggs. Her artificial smile growing, she pulled out the box and skipped to her bowl, which she cracked two of the eggs and tipped the whole bag of flour into.
"When in doubt, make waffles! Making waffles always calms me down!" she said out loud as she began beating the mixture, sending flour all over the work surface.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2012 11:36:51 GMT -6
He hadn’t meant to simply stand there and stare, but it was slightly interesting and perhaps even amusing to watch the woman talk to herself and fuss around the kitchen. He had originally meant to quickly slip into the kitchen, grab a few pieces of food before exiting whist keeping his guard on high alert for he did not wish to be caught unawares by some creature by risking a full-fledged meal. Yet, oddly enough, Lukas found company occupying the kitchen already and it was not of the fearful sort whatsoever, though the person in question was obviously really trying to keep herself together.
Norway remained situated just inside the doorframe, his entrance completely silent on his boots, with his arm crossed and chin slightly cocked to the side as his eyes followed Belgium flit through the cupboards and mutter to herself. It had been a while since Norway had met any of the other countries and though he preferred to be known as a sort of a loner, even he found himself needed some company once in a while, and in this place being in a group was much safer then playing lone wolf.
His former injuries had healed to the point where Lukas barely felt any pain, and he was hoping to keep it that way for at least a while longer; however in this damned mansion, danger literally lurked in the shadows and one had to be prepared for attacks. ‘This woman however, is completely at risk… Shame’.
Shaking his head slightly, his pirate hat’s feather shifting in the movement, Lukas couldn’t help but feel compelled to at least approach his fellow nation and warn or perhaps protect her rather than simply leaving her. Norway didn’t have much experience with women, but he still respected them and was always a gentleman in their company and he did admit, that the Belgian girl looked as if she needed someone to cling onto lest she lose her sanity or something.
Frowning and uttering a slight sigh, Norway eased himself off of his leaning against the wall and walked up behind Belgium, his boots barely making a sound. He heard her mutter something about waffles, waffles? What an odd thing to do in a monster claimed house…. Norway’s brow slightly rose as he came up behind the blonde female just as flour hit the counter. Shifting his head to the side, his eyes glazed over the side of her face, his expression neutral, indifferent, yet curious, and at first he was simply going to tap her on the shoulder, but instead, he half-turned to lean against the counter to look her straight in the face.
“You have flour on your nose, Belgia….”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2012 12:37:32 GMT -6
It was strange, really. Even though Belgium knew she was alone, she couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of worry inside her. It felt like she was being watched. But that was ridiculous, surely! Nobody else was there. She was just being paranoid. Even so, the blonde still felt more than a little nervous, as she pulled her red, flour-coated “red riding hood” cloak around her shivering body. The house was just messing with her mind. She just needed a distraction, just for a little bit. And that distraction, for her, came in the form of gourmet treats!
Lowering her head, she creased her brow in deep concentration as she continued mixing up the mixture in the large bowel. All her focus was on the ingridients, so much so that pretty soon she had forgotten the anxiousness she had felt merely a few seconds before. Belgium, for a brief moment, was totally oblivious to everything. Right up until something pulled her back into reality.
“You have flour on your nose, Belgia….”
The voice took her by surprise, to say the very least. So, she raised her head to see a pair of eyes staring straight at her, inches away from her face. Without even thinking she leapt back in fright, knocking over the bowel in her hands and sending flour all over the kitchen as she let out a shrill scream. It was only after the white dust-like substance had settled that she dared open her eyes, and when she did, Emma found herself gawking in shock when she saw another nation.
"N-Noorwegen, you scared me!" Belgium squeaked as she hurried back over to the Nordic nation, quickly scooping up the bowel from the floor and placing it back on the work surface. Quickly, she rubbed away the flour on her nose with the back of her sleeve and turned to face the male nation. Her cheeks were tinged with a very soft pink from embarrassment at her over-reaction."I’m sorry about that. I’ve just been a little... on edge recently."
Letting out a heavy sigh, the female leaned back on the counter, closing her eyes and resting a trembling hand on the surface to support herself. Slowly, yet with control, she began taking deep breaths through her nose and breathing out heavily through her mouth. After a few moments of trying to calm her nerves down, she forced a tiny smile on her face and opened her eyes, giving Norway a tiny shrug.
"Honestly, I never expected to be this... bevreesd of a manor. I mean, it’s not really haunted, right?"
Belgium cringed a little at the end of her statement. Although she hadn’t seen anything yet, she couldn’t help but get the feeling there was something supernatural lurking through the dark halls of the manor. It was setting her on edge, making her far more jumpy than usual. Right now, she was really regretting coming with America and the others to this place. At least Norway was here to provide some company. She hadn’t spoken to another nation in hours... or was it longer? It was hard to say.
The blonde shivered at the realisation that she really had no clue what was going on. Lowering her head and letting the smile drop, she exhaled again.
"There is something wrong here, isn’t there."
[Translations- Noorwegen = Norway (obviously), bevreesd = afraid]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2012 18:13:53 GMT -6
Lukas watched with little interest and amusement as the Belgium woman reacted to his presence, she screamed… he tended to have effect on woman but the Norwegian always had wondered: what is with women and shrieking like they did? Not only that, a plume of white flour exploded alongside with the shrill scream, covering Norway in flour. Blinking, he waited for the flour to settle, before he began to wipe off the flour and shake it from his coat, removing his pirate hat and dusting if off as well. Norway felt little guilt for causing Belgium such unrest, though he did admit tat her... theatrics were… cute could possibly be the word.
Replacing his hat, he watched her fuss about the counter and the bowl, before removing the initial flour form her nose. Girls… Lukas didn’t have much experience with them but he always managed to make them blush, which of course Belgium was doing now. He listened to her, taking in mind to remove another smear of flour from his sleeve, and as she leaned against the counter, he did as well. From his peripheral, he could see that she was obviously perturbed and he wondered if eh had frightened her a bit too much, so he remained silent until she regained her composure.
"Honestly, I never expected to be this... bevreesd of a manor. I mean, it’s not really haunted, right?"
Norway considered her words. He was a rather blunt person, a believer in the truth and usually delivered it straight the point, taking no account for how much the words could hurt. When he came to females however, Norway did take a bit more care, so when he spoke he did so in a softer tone.
“Emma. You do have a right to be afraid. This place is… more than what it seems”.
Thinking about his own words having much evidence to back them up, there was so much more to this house than simple spookiness. Glancing over at Belgium, Lukas did find it strange that it seemed the she had yet to experience any of the terrors of this house, and he also discovered that he was glad for it. Going over in his head what he’d seen and what he’d been through already, lucky to be alive actually, Norway didn’t wish that upon Belgium. His thoughts were broken when he heard the woman exhale loudly and looking over, saw that that her head was lowered and poise drooped.
"There is something wrong here, isn’t there."
Hmm… well she had figured it out it would seem. Placing a hand upon the hilt of his sword, tapping his finger against the metal and casting his gaze forward and looking without interest at the kitchen table. He thought over what could be said but he wasn’t particularly good with fluffing up words. Sighing and raising up his unoccupied hand to run his fingers through his bangs, he looked over at Belgium, taking a moment, before saying, “Ja… there is, more than you can ever imagine even in your nightmares, Belgia…”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2012 14:19:20 GMT -6
“Ja… there is, more than you can ever imagine even in your nightmares, Belgia…”
Emma breathed out deeply, clutching tighter onto the work surface. Even though she knew what was going to be said, just hearing the words like that made her knees give out a bit. She had been scared of this place, yes, but just hearing those words somehow made it ten times worse. The female European bit her lip and swallowed, her eyes downcast as she tried to keep herself standing upright.
“I... I know you said I have a right to be frightened but... I’ve never been so scared before,” she confessed quietly, eyes cast down and focused on the dust covered floor. “And it’s making me feel like a coward...”
Belgium trailed off and looked up to face the Norwegian. Instantly, she forgot what she was about to say when she laid eyes on Norway. She blinked in surprise when she saw how he was absolutely coated from head to toe in the white flour. A tiny smile formed on her face as she tried to hold back her laughter at the sight of him. However, just seeing the nation looking so ridiculous, yet acting completely calm as he dusted the substance off himself caused her to let out a small giggle. Giving a light “tsk”, the blonde stepped forward and removed the red cloak of her red riding hood costume, using the fabric to wipe away the flour that he either hadn’t noticed or had forgotten that was coating his face.
“Sorry about that, Lukas,” Belgium chuckled as she brushed off the flour covering his cheek. The blonde shook her head lightly, the fabric now up to his forehead. “I didn’t mean to make such a mess.”
The woman pulled away, brushing the patch of flour that was now covering a section of her costume. She suddenly felt far more relaxed, just being in the company of someone else. Besides, Norway had made her laugh without even realising it. Emma couldn’t even remember the last time she’d laughed since arriving at the manor.
Again, she turned her head and leaned back on the table and let out a heavy sigh, the small smile still gracing her face. Blinking her olive eyes, her smile widened as she spoke to Lukas.
“Dank u, Lukas. You have no idea how much better you’ve made me feel.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2012 18:05:23 GMT -6
At first, Norway thought his words had been too much for that, he might have to catch her save her falling on the floor, but the woman seemed to get a grip over his truth. Still, Lukas kept a weary eye upon the girl because that’s all he needed was girl’s fainting and hitting their heads. If she were to ask if he was afraid, he would tell her the truth. You’d have t be crazy not to be scared, to think that on your own you could take whatever this place had to serve. Lukas was scared beyond belief more afraid than he had ever been in his three thousand years, give or take a few, but his fear was coupled with not only for his life, but the life of his brother, for the other Nordics, and countries like Belgium herself. Within this place, fear kept you alive, kept you awake at night, kept you weary and cautious, but it also broke you, run you down, and wore you out until you were on your knees exhausted and your head inches form the jaws of some hellish beast.
“I... I know you said I have a right to be frightened but... I’ve never been so scared before, and it’s making me feel like a coward...”
“Being afraid does not make you a coward, it makes you strong, but only if you don’t let it rule you, Emma…”
If there was anything else to say, it was quickly forgotten once the Belgian woman took an unusual level of interest in him and before he could react, she giggled and the woman was on him wiping off traces of flour he had overlooked and missed, all the while a small smile painting her previously frowning lips. He allowed the contact; unable to hide his blush as she wiped his cheeks, unable to hide the blush from breaching his complexion and a small voice in the back of his head told him that this was what Iceland probably felt like whenever Lukas would see to cleaning a spot off of his cheeks.
He nodded to save himself from anything and now cleaned, he readjusted his leaning position upon the counter and went back to looking across the room, mainly at the doorway. In his peripheral though, he still watched Belgium and he was listening to her, hearing her sigh and the shifting of her costume as she moved. His hand absently fell upon the hilt of his sword, his thumb rubbing off the texture of flour from the metal. It had been a while since he had simply stopped and rested to have a conversation. It had been… some time since he had met anyways else so he did appreciate Belgium’s company and when she said, “Dank u, Lukas. You have no idea how much better you’ve made me feel”, he looked at her directly and he guessed that she was enjoying his company too. He blinked at her, somewhat confused. He didn’t really know what he did to make her smile so much. True he had always been a gentleman to women, it just who he was and while people saw him as cold and indifferent, he had always been polite to a lady.
Being in this Manor, made no difference to that. “Emma. Until we find you your brother, or as long as you want to stay with me, I will be damned if anything tries to hurt you”. Looking away and fixing his collar carefully, he cleared his throat before quickly adding, “That is, if you wish”.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2012 9:57:21 GMT -6
“Being afraid does not make you a coward, it makes you strong, but only if you don’t let it rule you, Emma…”
Fear makes you strong? Belgium clicked her tongue at the idea. She didn’t feel very strong at that moment in time, but maybe Norway was right. After all, he seemed cool and collected as usual, but he must have been scared! Who wouldn’t be in such a place? Clearly keeping such a stoic demeanour was his way of keeping control of the situation. Belgium had never thought of it that way before now. Quite honestly, whenever she had seen him at the world meetings, she had just thought he was... antisocial. But, now that she’d spent some time with him he didn’t seem so cold. But on the other hand, she hardly knew the man. It might be the case that, actually, he wasn’t scared at all! Just the thought made the Belgian slightly jealous of her new Norwegian companion. Giving a small shrug, the blonde leaned back on the kitchen counter and stared at Norway, studying his expression thoughtfully. He was hard to read, she discovered. If he was scared, he was doing a very good job of hiding it. Titling her head to the side, she asked softly, “Lukas, are you scared?” It was a stupid question, and she knew it, but Emma was still curious. She just couldn’t believe somebody could remain so calm in their situation.
However, Emma was surprised when she noticed the male nation’s blush. She had never expected him to get flustered like that. It made her smile a little to see him suddenly appear less impassive than before. She glanced at the Nordic man, noticing how he was gazing at the doorway and around the room. For a moment, Emma wondered if he was considering leaving. But he didn’t make move for the exit or excuse himself. He just stood there, one hand on the hilt of his sword as his eyes moved and focused on her. She watched him intently when he blinked at her, before he stated something that took the Belgian completely by surprise.
“Emma. Until we find you your brother, or as long as you want to stay with me, I will be damned if anything tries to hurt you. That is, if you wish”.
The blonde’s green eyes instantly brightened. He was going to stay with her! Not only that, he was going to protect her. Despite the fact Belgium would usually be the sort of person who would prefer to look after herself, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of joy at Norway’s statement. Yes, safety in numbers would probably be beneficial for him as well, but Lukas was going to look out for her, maybe putting himself at risk! Without even thinking, the Belgian rushed forward and flung her arms around the Norwegian’s neck, letting out a delighted squeal.
“Dank u again, Lukas!” she laughed whilst giving Norway a tight hug. “Thank you so much!” She was about to say something about how kind he was, when the sudden realisation of the fact they were now in such proximity of each other hit her. The woman felt her face burn up as she quickly pulled away. Turning her face to avoid the stare of his deep blue eyes, she shuffled her feet nervously, letting out a stammer. “U-um... sorry about that...”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2012 9:13:33 GMT -6
He didn’t respond to her being afraid question, because of course he was afraid. However, his attention was taken aback by her reaction to his rather generous offer. He watched her face lighten up, as did her eyes, and for a moment, Lukas simply looked at her eyes. They were lovely, such a rich shade of green. A moment was all he had however for what happened next completely caught him off guard. He barely had the take to take an intake of breath and for his eyes to widen in surprise for Emma threw her arms around him in an impromptu hug. The slight blush in his cheeks intensified into a full-out burn, making him feel rather uncomfortable and warm, and his eyes blinked in surprised as his mouth fell open a bit before he winced at the shrill squeal that tore through his hearing.
“Dank u again, Lukas! Thank you so much!”
He didn’t know what to do except go rigid as she tightened her hug, his arms awkwardly at her sides without touching her. Her face was so near to his that when she laughed, it was all that he could hear and the whole situation was making him dizzy and lightened. Although, that could be because she had accidently razed against his curl and e was just beginning to realize that her hair smelt sweet and exotic. His eyes widened even more; why the hell had he just thought that? For the love of the gods, woman release him! She did, abruptly and quickly, with her face upwards towards his and as soon as he was free, and exhaled loudly and ran his fingers through his bangs, casting his eyes downwards to try and steady himself.
He was so not used to being hugged…. The only people to do so were, well Denmark but his never lasted long and usually ended with him moaning on the ground, Finland on occasion, and of course his brother. He lifted a hand at her apology, still trying to smother the blush in his cheeks and resume his usual expression of indifference. Taking another deep breath, he gathered himself to stand straight, smoothed down the front of his coat, and returned his vision down upon her shy figure. “It’s…fine,” he said softly, nothing the shine of her blonde hair. Looking over at the ingredients laid counter, he registered another burn in the pit of his stomach.
“You know, waffles don’t sound like that bad of an idea. How about you cook and I’ll keep watch”. With that said and crossed his arms, leaned against the counter, and stared once more at the door, his aura once more collected, cool, and on guard, though he couldn’t shake the feel of Belgium’s arms around his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 14:47:53 GMT -6
The Belgian had to admit, she had found Lukas' reaction to the whole situation rather… amusing. Then again, it wasn't really surprising Norway had become so awkward. He was always the sort of person Belgium thought had a personal space issue or something like that. She chuckled softly as she looked up at the Norwegian, giving him a slight smile as a silent apology. Emma felt a little bad for making him so visibly uncomfortable, but she didn't regret what she had done. It was strange, but for the brief moment she had been hugging, she hadn't realised until after how comfortable she had felt. It was odd. She also found it strange that, after suppressing her own blush, she couldn't help but stare intently at his eyes. They were such a deep shade of blue, it was almost like they were sucking her in...
The blush was returning in full force now when she realised she was staring. Quickly shaking her head as though trying to shake the redness off her face, the woman turned her attention back to the work surface where Norway was looking. All the ingredients were laid out, waiting expectantly to be used. She had almost forgotten about her "plan" to make waffles since Lukas had appeared. Belgium glanced out of the corner of her eye at said nation, watching him as he leaned against the counter, his cool exterior returning. The man looked handsome, she had to admit, with his soft blond hair and his dark eyes with such an intense look to them. He had such an unreadable expression as he focused on the door behind her, it intrigued the woman. A part of her was desperate to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling behind that stoic mask he wore. Because there must have been something underneath, right? He really was fascinating. A little strange, maybe, but fascinating all the same. …And she was staring again! Diverting her gaze, her eyes returned to the ingredients before she grabbed the bowl that she had accidentally knocked over before, half full of the flour.
"Ja, waffles sound like a good idea now," she gabbled as she began to add more ingredients to make up a batter for the food. With a spoon in her hands, the blonde set to work on mixing the ingredients together, brow creased slightly in concentration. Yet, she still couldn't get Norway's stare out of her head. She could almost feel it on her. Was he staring at her? Why did she care if he was staring at her? And why oh why was she blushing again?! She was feeling awkward at this point, to say the least. "I hope these will be all right. I'm worried the eggs or milk might have been off…" Belgium was making small talk now, almost unable to stop herself as she went on about trivial nothings. Maybe she needed to interrupt the silence between them, or maybe she was nervous for some reason, but she couldn't help but chatter away about how surprised she had been to even find food in this place.
"You like waffles, don't you Norway? I heard you have your own versions at your place," Emma chirped, glancing over her shoulder to look at the other nation again. She smiled at him warmly, feeling a little more safe in his company. He was strange, but clearly a decent guy to stay behind for a woman he hardly knew. Even if they hardly knew each other, though, Belgium was still enjoying his company.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2012 12:24:23 GMT -6
Twice from his peripheral he caught her staring at him and this, interested and confused him. Why would she stare? He didn’t still have flour or something on his face did he? If her did, he would assume that she would kindly wipe it off for him as she had before. She didn’t so he didn’t bother to check if he did or not. Instead, he continued her surveillance oh the kitchen’s exits, though he was still half-listening to Belgium’s idle chatter. Her voice was calming, not annoying like some females, and he admitted that he was comforting to hear someone else’s voice instead of the noises of the house or the voices in his head.
Her fussing around with the ingredients were a pleasant distraction from the nagging hunger in his stomach that he’d been ignoring now for who knows how long. He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d actually had a decent meal, before now he didn’t dare the risk. Once more this related to how lucky Emma was that it had been him who had found her at such a vulnerable moment and not some demon. He didn’t answer her musings that the recipe may be wrong but he did look over at her when she brought up his own cuisine.
“Oh, you mean pannekaken? Ja, they’re kind of like crepes… but better”. Of course he was biased, but they were delicious. Her glance met his stare and he raised a brow when she smiled. His lips parted as if to say something but instead, he reached forward to wipe a streak of flour that had appeared by the right side of her lips, most likely from her scratching or something while she had been meddling with the waffle mix. With the white gone, he returned his has but didn’t break his gaze, not at first. With them being this close, Lukas got a good look at her eyes which were now brightened with happiness instead of dim with stress and nerves. Norway was naturally a blunt person, saying what came to his head and not caring in the least in the consequences because he did believe highly in speaking the truth and if the other person couldn’t take hearing the truth, well then that was their own downfall.
So, this in consideration, Norway’s next sentence was purely him telling the truth and it was only the rare occasion that the truth also walked hand-in-hand with a compliment. “You know, Emma…. You have lovely eyes, such an exquisite shade of green”.
With those words said, he turned back to watch the doors, though his eyes glanced sideways twice to look at her and her reaction. Lukas was a man who loved, or at least admired cute things, and… well, Belgium was pretty cute for a girl he could admit that and he wondered why really, he had never noticed her before; most likely because of her idiot of a brother. Seriously, that guy had problems and while nowadays he and Lukas were reasonably on good terms, politically speaking, Norway had a good reason to believe that the spiked-hair bastard still has a vendetta of sorts held against him because of that beautiful scar Lukas had given him a few centuries ago. He deserved it of course.
In regards to Belgium though, Norway had near to any contact really. True she had an embassy in his capital and one common thing between them besides the blonde hair, was that during World War II they had both been overtaken by Germany. Lukas shivered just at the thought of the time and quickly pushed the topic form his mind, back into the dark box where it belonged. So maybe it was this distance and unacquaintedness that they had between them that caused him to be so interested in her, that it explained why he wanted to make sure she was safe and not scared. Yeah, that was it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2012 13:58:15 GMT -6
He had taken her completely by surprise with just one simple thing. It wasn’t much, but suddenly Belgium was very much aware of the Norwegian’s close proximity when he was suddenly reaching towards her, brushing his hand just past her lips. The woman blinked in surprise at the touch, a look of bewilderment briefly flashing across her face. It was strange, really, how such a small thing could almost completely stun someone. Emma stared at him as he lowered his hand and focused on her, their eyes locking in that moment, as though they were both trying to see what was behind each other’s irises. Then, Lukas said something that really took the woman by surprise. Something she really hadn’t been expecting.
“You know, Emma…. You have lovely eyes, such an exquisite shade of green”.
Belgium’s mouth fell open slightly as she gaped at the male nation, a fiery red blush creeping up on her and tinting her cheeks with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Her eyes were widening at what had just be said like it was some sort of insult to her. Why would he say something like that?! Yes, it was a very nice thing he had said but... Emma hardly knew Lukas, yet she had always thought he wasn’t one to compliment people. No, that was a very strange thing to someone you had only just met. The blonde woman quickly turned her head to avoid his gaze, clearing her throat uncomfortably as she tried to fight back the blush covering her face.
“U-um... thank you...” she muttered quietly, turning back to the waffle mixture that was sitting in the bowl, waiting patiently to be used. Emma span on her heels and began giving the mix one last, forceful stir, opening the cupboards above her with her free hand and pulling out a rather old looking waffle iron. Whilst busying herself with the cooking, his words began ticking over in her mind, almost on a loop. Yes, Norway really was a strange man. So blunt with such a cold exterior... yet there was definitely something warmer under that stoic expression. Maybe she shouldn’t be so surprised at his actions. He was a nice guy, after all. Much nicer than her brother had ever made out.
She swallowed thickly as a knot tied itself in her stomach. Goosebumps were prickling the back of her neck now for some unknown reason and, she had no clue why, but suddenly the Belgian couldn’t help but feel a little happy that Lukas had complimented her in such a way. A tiny smile appeared as she began to hum quietly whilst pouring the mixture into the waffle iron. The embarrassment was simmering away, leaving Belgium content. It was funny, really, how such a simple compliment could leave a person feeling so cheerful.
“You know,” Emma began brightly, pausing briefly to continue humming the little tune as she turned on the waffle iron too. “You have very nice eyes too, Lukas. I bet nobody says that to you, but they are a lovely shade. I’ve never seen such a deep shade of blue before~” The blonde shrugged a little before glancing back at the other nation over her shoulder, flashing him a natural smile. A tiny laugh escaped her as she winked at him, ending her previous statement with, “You’re actually rather handsome. I’m surprised the other female nations aren’t all over you all the time.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2012 8:55:41 GMT -6
Adjusting his position to more comfortably rest against the counter, he allowed The Belgian woman react to his few choice words of compliment by herself while h gazed off back towards the doors, his mind a flutter with drifting thoughts. He could feel her wide eyes upon the side of his face, could almost felt the heat of the her blush, before she hesitantly went back to what she had been doing after muttering a couple words of thanks. The pair fell into reasonable silence, the only sounds coming from Emma’s movements with her cooking, as Norway glanced at an ornate-looking clock on the wall and saw that while had been together for a while now, the hands on the clock’s face had barely moved. Lukas already had a vague idea that while within this hell bent Manor, time was askew and you couldn’t relay on clocks or anything of the sort. It felt like he’d been in this place already for months but for all of his knowledge, it may have only have been about a day. The concept of it all was confusing so Norway paid no more attention to the clock and instead focused on listening to Belgium.
Glancing sideways at her, a pang of sorts stirred in his chest when he saw a glimpse of what appeared to be a smile upon her lips. Had he caused that? Lukas turned a little bit more to see more clearly when Belgium began to speak. Her words didn’t make him move or anything, save for the slight rise of the arch of his brow and the increase of colour in his cheeks. What really affected him more than anything, very much so to his surprise, was when she met his eyes and flashed him a sweet smile accompanied with a small chuckle that sent a tingle down the skin of his arms. He… liked to see her smiling, such an improvement that what he had found her in, and to think that he had something to do with that well, was just fine.
“I’ve always admired my eyes myself,” he said bluntly, blinking as he looked at her; Norway knew he was good looking and she wasn’t the first person to tell him so. “I suppose I’ve never really thought about it much but wouldn’t that entitle you as well, pursuing me that is? Or is there another reason why I make you blush so or how you can’t keep from looking at me?” Norway had always been brutally honest, blunt and straightforward, and it was an aspect of his person that he had always stood firm by and his words always made people react, because he didn’t exactly “sugarcoat” a lot of the things he said. Still, he also was known to be smooth so his next came out easily.
“Though, if there really was a footrace against myself and the national ladies, I think out of them all I would allow yourself to catch me, if only to get to know you because I can honestly say that I don’t really”. With his words spoken, he diverted his attention back to the doors, resumed his watch, as if he hadn’t said anything at all except that now there was a small blush creeping upon his cheeks but… he ignored it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2012 15:49:20 GMT -6
It was moments like these that Belgium would consider to be awkward, or at the least a little embarrassing. The long, sustained silences between them as she worked on the cooking and he kept watch were become slightly uncomfortable. However, she knew that Norway wasn't exactly the most talkative nation and decided that it was probably best to just continue working and try not to get too bothered by the peace. So, she busied herself with the waffle iron, opening it up when the batter was done baking and placing the freshly-made treat on a surprisingly clean plate she had found stored away in the cupboard.
Emma turned on her heels to face her Norwegian companion when she noticed him staring at the clock with a rather... distant expression. It wasn't surprising, really. She had quickly realised when entering the manor that time seemed to be twisted, contorted to confuse any person who dared walked the halls alone. It was quite frightening, really. Just when you thought you had some kind of grip on reality, everything would become muddled by the bizarre time in this place. Emma was glad for the company, despite the fact it wasn't exactly the most comfortable environment. At least there was someone to take her mind off a few things.
“Here you go, Lukas,” Emma smiled softly, handing him the plate of the warm waffle. The smell was even making her drool a little; she hadn't eaten in so long, it seemed. “This should give you a bit of a boost.” The blonde was about to reach forward to steal a small corner of the food when she was stopped by Norway’s incredibly blunt words. It almost took a moment for the woman to register what he had said, and she blinked at him in clear surprise. After a moment of silence, the Belgian woman let out a rather dry chuckle as she fought back the urge to flush red again. “You’re very blunt, you know, Noorwegen.” Her answer was short, clearing diverting from his previous statement. Pushing a loose strand of wavy hair back behind her ear, Emma glanced at the man, her eyes trailing up and down him as though they were memorising everything about him. He really was such a strange man...
A slightly teasing smirk suddenly spread across her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest, noticing now that she wasn't the only nation in the room who was flushing a little red. Belgium raised her eyebrows at him, her head tilted ever so slightly to one side as she stared at him with interest. “I seem to be making you blush too,” she stated, matter of factly. The woman cleared her throat prominently before continuing. “It's making me start to wonder why you seem to be taking such an interest in me. Aside from the fact that you want to get to know me.” Yes, she appreciated Norway promising to stay with her, however it was a little unusual. She was curious about the male nation, to say the least.
A step was taking back, and she was then leaning against the work surface behind her. Fingers drummed a soft rhythm on the surface, tapping a quiet beat in the background of the scene that was unfolding. Her gaze never once left him this time, as Belgium waited to hear how he would respond. Emma was keen to see his reaction to her words, causing a very faint glint to flash mischievously in her eyes for a second.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2012 11:10:20 GMT -6
“Here you go, Lukas, this should give you a bit of a boost.”
Her words resulted in his closest hand to retract from its position and reach out to take the plate, though he kept his head into its dutiful position of keeping watch. The kitchen was full of the smell of the freshly cooked waffles and while it smelt tantalizingly delicious in his sense, he was too aware that its presence could attract some unwanted company and possibly put them both in danger. Only when did he have the warm plate securely in his grip did he dare to tear away his gaze and look back Belgium only to witness exactly how the reaction his previous words were doing to the woman. It was cute he admitted, how easy it was to make her blush. His own had faded back into his normal fair complexion to leave no trace and with his eyes only, he scanned her facial features and only made a slight chuckle at her words concerning his bluntness, though calling his response a chuckle was probably pushing it because it was more a scoff than anything.
He didn’t say anything at that, he knew he was blunt after all, and he silently and sarcastically congratulated her for figuring that out, Reaching down and sliding the nearest drawer open and out of the luck of the, he pulled out a fork for he had guessed correctly. Leaning back against the counter, his eyes looked down at the fluffy-looking food at his mercy and his brow arched with interest. Just as he was about to stab at his victim, Emma’s words paused him and he looked back up at her. He blinked in reaction, watching hr features lighten with interest and mischief and it wasn’t until she too was leaning against the counter that he moved to set his fork dainty down on the plate aside the waffle.
Well then… it would appear that she wanted to play their little game though it was a shame that when it came to Norway at least, she came unarmed.
Looking at the girl with the same even, indifferent expression the man was known for, he raised his hand with his index finger in command and thus declared, “I am interested in you, Miss Belgium, because as I have already stated: I don’t really know you, you are the younger sister of the man whom I believe still holds a rather large and childish grudge against me, you are my fellow as a nation, and you made me food. Which reminds me of course…”
Without much warning or inclination, Norway suddenly stood barely an inch away from Belgium, his nose hovering beside her own, and his eyes were half-lidded as he looked down into hers. The pair were close enough that the both of them could feel the others’ body heat, feel each others' breath, and Lukas could even smell Emma’s sweet perfume or shampoo. His hand came beside her face and his fingers barely touched the side of her cheek though it was enough for him to appreciate the softness of her skin. His facial expression had yet to change, though there lay heaviness within his eyes with their close proximity and when he spoke, his voice was low and hushed, almost with a seductive flavor.
“Takk for the waffles, Belgia…”
He remained where he was for a half-second longer before he stepped back and without any inclination of what he had just done, he returned to his work with his fork and popped a corner of the waffle into his mouth, his face unchanged and there was no sign of any sort of blush on his account. He turned away from her, savoring his food’s taste, to return to watch the doors and so he wouldn’t have to see either her freak out to his actions or her melting to it, though he had a feeling that it would be the latter…. He did, after all, had such an effect on women and he still wasn’t exactly sure why….
Okay, he did.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2012 12:28:05 GMT -6
His demeanour didn't seem to change at what she had said; his expression hardly flinching. It was something Belgium found rather... amazing... that a man could keep the same facial expression and always look so bored. Impressive or strange. She couldn't make up her mind, really. However, she did not miss that little scoff that the Norwegian let escape his throat. Emma’s reply to that came in the form of a rather irritated huff and a small frown appearing on her face. The fact that he kept on staring at her was also getting a little annoying. Almost like he was making fun of the Belgian; or that was how she saw it, anyway. Her arms crossed over her chest as she stared back at him, the frown twisting more into a look of confusion at his reaction than irritation. She was fascinated, if not frustrated, to know what was going on in that strange Nordic head of his. One thing was for sure, he seemed to find Belgium more amusing than anything else. Now that was annoying.
She continued to stare intently at him, waiting impatiently for some other kind of reaction from the stoic man. So impatiently, in fact, she absent-mindedly started tapping her foot on the floor beneath them. And then, Lukas actually did react! Yes, it was only a small reaction, but it was enough to stop Emma’s foot tapping and cause her head to tilt ever so slightly to the side with slight surprise. A smile spread across her face again, a teasing one most certainly. A eyebrow was raised slightly, interest being sparked even more by the statement Lukas made in such a confident manner. Was that smugness she could detect in his voice? Well, he did seem over-confident in his words at that time. If her brother had have been there, Emma knew he would not have been pleased of Norway’s “interest” in her, to say the very least. Would Lukas have been so blunt if Lars had also been there, she wondered to herself.
Just as the woman was about to open her mouth to reply with some sort of joking, slightly sarcastic statement, Lukas suddenly did something that completely threw Emma off. She had hardly any time to react; she had barely even seen the man move! One minute, he had been leaning against the counter and the next he was there, right in her face. Green eyes widened in surprise as instinctively her body shrank back slightly into the counter behind her. She blinked a few times, as though her eyes needed to adjust to the close proximity between the two nations. This was... unexpected...
She glanced up, her eyes instantly meeting his as he gazed down at her. Without being able to stop it, a tremble ran down her back and she felt her breath caught in her throat. The distance between them was so tiny, if either one had moved forward even a small amount the gap would have been closed. Belgium didn't even notice when Norway’s hand came up to the side of her face; her gaze seemed frozen on those dark blue eyes of his. It was so strange. For a moment, Emma felt completely disconnected with everything; her mind, her body and her surroundings. Another pleasant shudder tickled her spine when Lukas spoke; soft and seductive words penetrating her thoughts and causing something to flutter in her stomach.
“Takk for the waffles, Belgia.”
When Norway pulled away from her and went back to the waffle nonchalantly, Belgium remained frozen in place. She had no idea to react. It was almost possible to see the cogs in her brain turning, trying to process what had just happened. The blonde just remained silent; the only noise filling her ears was her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She was in such a state of shock, Emma barely realised the fact her body stared to act on its own. The Belgian stepped towards the male nation, lips parted slightly and eyes half-closed, before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss of his cheek. It only lasted a few seconds though, for suddenly her brain kicked into action when she realised what she had done.
Pulling away abruptly, Belgium looked away quickly to hide the fact her face was burning a deep crimson. “Het spijt me!” she stuttered, chocking on embarrassment and quickly spinning on her heels so she didn't have to face the other nation. Oh God, what on Earth made her do that?! How would she ever live this down?! “Je suis désolé! I didn't mean to--- C'était stupide!”
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Post by The Departed on Nov 12, 2012 23:58:43 GMT -6
Emerald green eyes opened slowly, before a wide grin parted the demon's face in a twisted grin. Ah, he felt it. The cooing call of some individuals that were at a heightened emotional state. Not love, perhaps lust, but mainly childish giddiness of a playground crush. Oh, how this demon could settle those feelings in a second. This was good... it was something that the creature had been waiting for for quite some time now. Hunger stabbed at his stomach as the demon began to move, his black wardrobe melting from the shadows as he paced down the hall of the first story. With the right permission, Kieran could very well have his next delicious meal. Walking stealthily through the corridors, he stopped inches from the doorway to that of the kitchen, where the pair of nations were conversing in some manner. How foolish. Were they that stupid that they thought they could mock the creatures that roamed the halls by being so open? This would be an ironic end for the both of them. They came to the kitchen to dine, and in a few minutes, they would be dined upon. Nevertheless, the Departed One could relate to their humanity. He had seen what these cursed souls had to endure. Perhaps a conversation was what they needed...
Perhaps, a conversation was his own key.
Inhaling once, then dispatching the breath, Keiran tasted the air. A man and woman, but he knew that already from their voices. What he was informed of, was the delightful smell of cooking. Some sort of pastry maybe? Kieran wasn't one for mortal food (he preferred the mortals themselves and that wasn't a hidden fact), but perhaps he could taste what these nations were concocting together. A plan began to formulate in his dark mind as he listened in to the context of their words. Flirtation? Please. Neither of the two petty beings could hold a candle to Kieran's charm, and he would prove that notion. Exposing himself completely, the demon took a few steps into the kitchen. His expression was nonchalant, carefree, and he ignored the two humans at first in favour of fetching a glass on the opposite side of the room. If the nations ran, he would pursue, but he expected them to act out of shock, not rationality. Pulling a cup from the cupboard, he filled it with water from the tap and turned, green eyes glinting on the pair as he swirled the clear substance in his drinking flask.
“That smells heavenly. Care to share?” Kieran said with a wink as he leaned casually against the counter, taking a swig of his glass. Water wouldn't hurt the demon, but it had no beneficial effects. Kieran needed blood, not this worthless, tasteless crap. The Departed could be patient though, and he wanted to play his cards carefully. Permission was key, and that was something he couldn't quite advance with. Well, he could.. partially, but he couldn't kill them or injure them in a way that was near fatal. Besides, that was no fun, nor did it fill his belly with flesh. He licked his lips, reminded that he hadn't feasted in what seemed like months. The water did nothing to cool the fire that burned within him as he watched the 'immortals', waiting for their response to his unexpected entrance.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 1:46:24 GMT -6
Lukas was all for just finishing his waffles, gathering together some rations because once they left the kitchen, it was unclear when they would be able to return, before heading out for a bedroom to barricade themselves in and maybe get some rest. He reasoned it as a good enough plan as any and afterward they would try and find either of their siblings or ay other nations and these were his thoughts, calculative, strategic, and they would be executed with the utmost caution but then, his thoughts came to a jarring halt. He had heard her move but hadn’t given it a second thought, knowing full well that his actions had had an interesting affect on her, but he had not expected when her lips suddenly and softly came to his check, making his hand freeze halfway to his mouth and he blinked in surprise. The kiss was short but sweet, her lips soft and their touch aroused a blush to his fair complexion and his throat tightened.
The kiss ended and when it did, Norway only stared at the Belgian, his expression the same except now he was blushing, and he watched as Emma registered what he had indirectly caused her to do, or perhaps it was simply her primal desires acting on their own accord. Whichever her motivation, the end result was amusing to put it all into one word for the Norwegian watched Belgium’s reaction change from shock, to embarrassment, to apologetic. He cocked his head to the side, trying somewhat to see her hidden face, but to no avail. He had only been playing before, which usually surprised anyone he was doing it too because Norway actually was a very teasing person, people just didn’t get to see it usually or couldn’t. Still, he hadn’t wanted her to get hard on herself or anything of the sort that was just ridiculous.
Wordlessly, still blushing, the man set down his plate and fork and came to stand once more in front of her, though this time it was almost sincere. He took a moment to look down at her, smirk slightly from immense amusement and to appreciate how cute she was being, and lowering his guard for the moment, he raised his hands to lightly grasp her wrists to pull them away so he could see her face. With his head still slightly to the side, his much-longer bangs hung mysteriously in front of his eyes. His hair was really the only indication to notify Lukas that he had been in this fucking manor for a good period of time, if he didn’t get a haircut soon, he’d have to tie back his hair.
For the moment, he ignored his hair and focused on the humiliated girl within his hands and waited patiently for her to meet his gaze. When she did, he blinked, paused a moment before saying simply, “I don’t think your stupid...” Anything else he was going to say was immediately forgotten as movement caught his peripheral and Norway spun to his right on his heel, drawing his sword within the action. It took not even a second for Lukas to be in a full defensive stance, Viking sword at the ready, and with his free hand he pushed Belgium further behind him to give him and her some room from each other. Only then did the Norwegian get a real look at their guest.
He didn’t like what he saw and Norway frowned and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
The man, if you could call the creature such a mortal term, was tall, impressive, and handsome. Lukas blinked to himself; indeed he had just thought that. To be completely honest, even as he registered that the male had wings, claws and eyes that glowed, Norway had could see the beauty within his figure and it spurred some inappropriate feelings within him, making him even more cautious of the creature. Whatever this guy was, he was deadly for sure, much deadlier than his ridiculous, attractive nonchalant stance that he was posing. Lukas’ allowed his eyes to gaze over the demon, not caring if the thing saw, for the country knew it was important to know as much things as one could about their enemy before battle could be lifesaving, so this guy randomly producing another arm would be rather unfortunate.
Norway was all to conscious that Belgium stood behind him and he hoped that she was smart enough to have grabbed her crossbow; having a long-distance weapon did come in handy he had to admit, even if he preferred swords. Again, Lukas was very much aware that Emma stood behind him and if the situation would lead to it, he would keep his promise, he would protect her even if…. Lukas face became steely with the thought, it solidified his ground, and it would be the cost of his honour and pride and so much more if he tried to deny that his promise was life binding. Even if it cost him his life, Lukas would no leave Belgium’s side if it meant protecting her. This was a privilege on equal ground with that which his brother had, so to call it anything less than a privilege would be insulting.
“That smells heavenly. Care to share?”
“Go fuck yourself”.
His words were filled with so much venom, so much more than an inquisition about waffles deserved, but Norway did not miss the underlying threat within those simple words. This thing, this creature had sought them out like any other creature of the Manor would have. It wanted them, to kill, main, torture, or eat them and how it wanted to do that was still a mystery but like hell Norway would give him the chance to show them. Still, the heat that was rising within him Lukas was all too familiar with, for some he was known for it, and the feeling made this confrontation all the more dangerous. Desire.
“Emma… stay close to me”.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2012 12:24:28 GMT -6
Apprehensive. The best word to describe and sum up the Belgian woman’s feelings there and then. A worry about what the consequence of her thoughtless action would be, supported by a burning embarrassment at what had happened. Never before had she felt so humiliated in front of another nation. Her actions had been spontaneous and impulsive; without any thought about what the consequences could have been. Now it seemed that Belgium was suffering from a severe case of mortification. Emma found that she could not even look at Lukas now, let alone try and converse some more. In fact, she was half tempted to just walk out of there without looking back before she made a fool of herself again. But something stopped her before Belgium could even take a step forward. Despite the fact her eyes were tightly shut as she tried to blot out Norway and his piercing eyes, she knew he was standing right in front of her. The blonde could just feel his presence, so close to her once again. And it simply made her crimson blush go darker.
But now he was holding her wrists, gently trying to tug them away and prevent them from shielding her face. At this, a tiny squeak of indignation escaped the woman as she made a movement to pull away from his grasp. Her small protests didn't do much though, because Lukas did not release his hold on her. Letting out another peep of defeat, Belgium allowed him to pull her hands away, but still kept her head turned for a moment. She needed to try and regain her composure and keep intact the little bit of her pride she had left. Even so, this whole incident was making her incredibly flustered. Still trying to fight back the bright blush that had taken over her face, slowly Emma tilted her head slightly to face the Norwegian once again, biting her lip as an instinctive reaction from the embarrassment she was overcome with.
Once again, their eyes met each other and the Belgian found she just couldn't pull her gaze away. It was completely surreal in that moment; a moment that felt more like a lifetime. His stare seemed so deep, it was no wonder she had been trying to shield herself from it before. It left the woman feeling paralysed for a moment as her eyes took in all his features; the blue of his irises, how his hair fell into his eyes... Belgium was half tempted to reach up and brush it back and out of his face. But once again, Emma found that was side-tracked from her thoughts when Lukas decided to speak up again.
“I don’t think you’re stupid...”
Belgium opened her mouth to protest, but any words that were about to be spoken were quickly forgotten when unexpectedly, something changed in the atmosphere. She herself had felt it moments before Norway had suddenly spun around instinctively. The mood had darkened. As soon as Lukas had positioned himself in front of her in a protective stance and she slowly peered over his shoulder, Emma could tell exactly why.
There was a stranger in their midst.
He was not a nation; there was no doubt about it. Belgium and Norway both would have recognised him if he was. So why was he here in the manor? Something definitely was not right with this situation, and Belgium could feel a foreboding shudder run down her back. Yes, there was clearly something off about this. Swallowing thickly, the blonde woman took a tentative step back, reaching for her weapon she had left propped up against the work surface behind her.
Body tense and stiffened from an intuitive feeling of anxiousness, her eyes darted from the crossbow she was reaching for to the strange man. There was something surprisingly captivating about the stranger. Despite how dangerous his presence seemed, he was handsome, stunning. Emma was so taken in by his appearance that she had hardly noticed the large, menacing claws or the wings at first. However, the moment she did, it sent her adrenaline pumping and the caution in her stomach knotting itself tighter. Every part of her body and thoughts were screaming out danger, and for her to run. Belgium didn't dare leave Norway alone with this thing, though. She had no idea who it was or what it was here for, but it could not have been anything good. Right now, she was more than thankful that Lukas had positioned himself between her and it. Belgium did not want to get close to that thing.
The moment her hand touched the smooth wood of her crossbow, instantly she relaxed a little. Securing a tight grip on the handle, the Belgian woman pulled the weapon from behind her to her side, ready for a quick reaction if need be. Her eyes narrowed dangerously whilst listening to the small “conversation” that went on between her companion and the potential threat in the room.
“That smells heavenly. Care to share?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Oh, so he wanted waffles, did he? Like hell she was giving this creep any of her snacks, no matter how handsome he was!
“Sorry,” Emma began as she raised the pistol crossbow defensively, her tone surprisingly cold and scathing in comparison to her usual bright and bubbly demeanour. “There are no more left. Now who are you and what do you really want?!” Taking a step forward so she was closer to the other nation, Emma kept her glare focused on the other person in the room, the weapon raised slightly in a way to try and be threatening without having to pull the trigger.
“Emma… stay close to me.”
She smiled a little at that, glancing at Lukas out of the corner of her eye whilst giving a curt nod to tell him she had heard him. There was an ominous feeling hanging in the air as she turned her attention back to the figure who was trying to charm his way into their hearts; clearly trying to gain their trust. Emma didn't like it; not one bit. There was something too attractive about this man, something almost too charismatic. He couldn't be trusted, and clearly Norway had sensed that too.
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Post by The Departed on Dec 31, 2012 16:44:27 GMT -6
Their reactions were as expected. Shock. Alarm. Immediate suspicion. It almost made Kieran laugh as he took another calculated sip from his flask of water. Humans were all the same really. Hunting them at times was almost tiresome because of their predictability. The one though... he showed quick the bite towards Kieran, despite the fact that the demon had done nothing wrong. Setting the cup down, Kieran's jade eyes met navy ones.
“Now that's not very nice...” he said, trailing off in almost a warning. It was not wise to cross swords with a demon, nor was it intelligent to piss one off. Kieran's mood was light though, and the comment did little more than amuse him. If it was a fight the blond man wanted, then he would be sadly outmatched. No matter how old this nation was or how talented he was with the blade that he held in Kieran's direction. Perhaps Kieran would entertain this foolish man's wishes. A sword fight would warm him up... it would get the blood flowing in his prey's veins. Warm blood was always the tastiest, second to bone marrow. Ohhh, Kieran was salivating at the thought.
Leaning forward and away from the counter, the demon pulled his clawed hands from behind his back, stretching almost-mockingly before them. His eyes opened once more as the smoky jade hues looked past the annoyance to the woman behind. A stunning smile soon pulled his lips back to reveal two sets of sharp, but dazzling white teeth. “That's unfortunate... At least you have some manners, Ms., unlike your friend here... Is it that difficult to have a conversation within these walls?” Kieran's eyes fell back on the Norwegian, flickering as they narrowed. He knew that the woman was simply using the words as a stencil; she didn't trust him any more than the male did. Again, it was as expected. Kieran knew that these people were on guard in the household. They all were at this point. So Kieran would have to work extra hard, or deceive them in some way before they unknowingly agreed to be his.
Kieran recalled the sensation he felt before entering the kitchen. Subtle emotions like puppy love. Could the demon use that? The man had irritated him. Could he perhaps take the man as hostage in order to get to the woman? Perhaps... Kieran took a step forward, waving a clawed hand forward at the tip of the sword like it was a flyswatter. And annoyance...that's all it really was.
“Since you are so keen on clashing blades with me, I'll enli-”
Kieran stopped in his tracks, still a few feet from the pair that were pressed against the counter top. Something wasn't quite right. The smell in the air... Kieran hadn't noticed it before because it was so faint, but was it possible? The Departed turned quickly, the smugness gone from his face and replaced with a look of urgency. His feet couldn't take him fast enough so he barely touched the ground. Ripping the fridge door damn near off the hinges, Kieran stared at the open carton of eggs as he inhaled. So... his suspicions were correct. Kieran closed the door, looking back at the pair before bellowing out a hearty laugh that echoed through the entire room.
“Here I was thinking I finally found prey, but I'm just chasing soiled meat!” he said between laughs, clutching his sides as he leaned back against the fridge, attempting to quiet his chuckles and recompose himself. It appeared as if he entered the scene too late... It would have been much more delightful, not to mention filling, if he had come perhaps ten minutes sooner. How disappointing... However...
Jade eyes glanced upwards as the demon cracked an all knowing smile. “Oh? Perhaps you are not aware... pity, I must have ruined the surprise for you...” Kieran trailed off, almost sounding like he was not speaking towards the pair anymore. He leaned to the side, within feet of the wall as he knocked on one of the cupboards, addressing his formal 'Master'. “My apologies.”
Kieran then turned, taking a few casual steps towards the exit of the room. This time, he made sure to redirect his tone of speech towards the two. Flicking his hair to the side, he offered them both an all-knowing smirk. “My mistake, forgive me for intruding on your meal...” he said as he place his clawed fingers back in his pockets,
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2013 11:08:34 GMT -6
“Sorry, there are no more left. Now who are you and what do you really want?”
If the situation was different or if they weren’t facing some demonic Adonis, Lukas would have actually smirked at Emma’s words; he liked this girl’s spirit, she obviously could hold her own and was certainly no brainless damsel. It had set Lukas a bit more at ease when he had seen via his peripheral that the Belgian had been smart enough to retrieve her weapon but there was nothing funny or relaxing about the man, if such a human term could be a label for this thing, stared at them like they were a set of delicious delicacies. There was a part of him that wanted to hack off the demon’s head before impaling it with his sword, yet another that wanted pick Belgium up and run far and fast away from this place to be alone and safe and without any worry. Yet still, there was an increasingly more persistent voice in his head that wondered how soft the opposing man’s wingers were, if his body was as hard with muscle as it looked, and how he tasted. These thoughts both disgusted, confused, and intrigued Lukas and was actually trying very hard not to focus on them and keep his attention on the threat that the demon presented with his vicious claws and wicked eyes.
Once the demon moved, easing himself away form the counter and daring to approach them further, Norway flinched with his muscular structure tightening and his scowl deepened into a grimace of threat, an expression that hadn’t touched his facial muscles since the Second World War when Germany had invaded into his territory and had forced him into submission after a month of invasions. Such a strong sense of hate stemmed mainly from his feelings of twisted desire and want that were simply unexplainable.
“That's unfortunate... At least you have some manners, Ms., unlike your friend here... Is it that difficult to have a conversation within these walls?”
While the guy sounded crazy but the threat was evident in his voice. The demon’s green eyes, like the glittering emeralds they were, met with Lukas’ deep sapphire ones and the tension between the two males could almost seen simmering in the space between them. Norway did not like the way the dark creature had looked at Emma, had smiled at her, and how it seemed to relish in amusement at the Norwegian’s obvious anger. A voice of caution called within his mind, telling Lukas to calm down because losing his head would not at all be wise. Taking an unsteady, deep breath, The Norwegian nation felt his heartbeat actually begin to steady and his expression smoothed into something more his indifferent style, though his eyes were still dangerously narrowed but it was hard not to react when the winged-man flicked aside the tip of his sword with a claw like one would with an annoying branch.
“Since you are so keen on clashing blades with me, I'll enli-”
Such mannerisms of relaxation and amusement could only really mean that while he was facing a sword, the demon knew that the weapon could not beat it because Lukas could only assume that his opponent was bluffing or trying out bravado. Lukas was about spit out some when he froze just after Kieran did. Norway had to blink to make sure but it was unmistakable: one moment the demon looked like a god of desire the next, it was gone and almost in a blur of movement the demon had moved to stand only feet away from Lukas and Emma and had nearly ripped the steel fridge door with the force of his strength. Slow to respond to such speed and ferocity, Norway quickly regained his protective composure and grabbed Belgium’s arms to pull her to the opposite corner, away from their enemy, and reposition themselves where Kieran had been only seconds before.
Lukas swallowed hard; confused before recognition, but anyone who thought that this was just another monster would be a fool. The demon was toying with them, playing his sick game with as much ease and effort as he wanted, but his attention had so violently turned to the contents on the fridge that a awful feeling was growing in the pit of Norway’s mind. What on earth could have upset the demon so much to reveal at least a portion of his true nature and ruin his chances of surprise to overpower them both? Norway glanced back at Belgium, giving her an unsure look before glancing back over at the demon that gruffly reclosed the now molested door.
“Here I was thinking I finally found prey, but I'm just chasing soiled meat!”
The demon’s laugh alone suggested that a mistake had been made but not by the demon, and his comment confirmed it. A cold stone of what may have been true fright dropped into the pit of his stomach and Norway could only swallow dryly while the demon began his own conversation with the walls he had recently claimed were boring to converse with. Lukas had to physically shake his head with indignation and to kick himself into motion when the demon began to move off. Something was desperately terribly wrong and Norway knew it. This demon had been so keen on them, so interested, but then something had changed his mind and it had come from the fridge. The situation reminded Lukas of basic animal behavior: animals wouldn’t drink from a pool that was stagnant or tainted and currently, to be in the position possibly of being the tainted pool was not good because, if your enemies didn’t want to eat you there was something definitely wrong with you.
“Emma, stay here,” Lukas, ordered in a stern voice, glancing back at her, his face once more hard. He was about to put himself back into apparent danger and there was no need for her to follow him into it. His look lasted a second longer than needed, before he quickly strode forward to follow after the demon with his sword still held at the ready, to chase the dangerous being who could probably kill them both without difficulty and who had already turned to corner into the hallway. The demon was fast, even when walking, and Lukas dared to take a few steps down the hall, out of Belgium’s view and called, “Tell me what you meant by spoiled meat, you demon! What makes us not good enough for the likes of you?” His words held the venom that he felt and while he might sound like he was trying to convince Kieran to come after them again, Lukas had the gut-wrenching feeling that he wouldn’t.
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