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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 18:59:11 GMT -6
‘What a curious woman…’
Lukas just could not stop thinking about the woman leading him up the grand staircase of the manor, having left the kitchen behind them, venturing forth towards the possibility of refuge and rest. Over and over in the Norwegian’s head he replied what had juts transpired in the kitchen, going over every detail, only to discover that each time he understood this woman more and more. It was safe to consider first and foremost that Lukas’ interactions with the demon and his following purging episode had rattled him, brought him down a few levels of collectiveness, but Belgium had been right there to straighten him back up, to support him, beginning with her rather sudden taking possession of his face to force him to look at her. When that had occurred, Lukas recalled how his eyes had instantly widened with surprise, how the paleness in his face was eased away with a like blush, and that his breath caught and he refused to breathed, so to spare her from smelling his vomit tainted breath.
Once she had released him, Emma had produced a most wonderful surprise that she had promptly shoved into his hands while he remained frozen from her presence: chocolate, Belgian chocolate, a little piece of heaven in this hellhole. Taken aback by the gift however, Lukas had taken a dulled moment to break his eyes off of her to look at the metallic silver sheathing the rich dark tones of decadence. He really had been hungry, throwing up had left a bad taste in his mouth, and while Lukas didn’t actually admit t but he knew that she was right, he needed to get something into his stomach if he was going to be any use to either of them. By the time Belgium had dragged him down the hall away from the kitchen, Lukas had managed to fight over the first initial taste of anything, which made his stomach spasm, but it didn’t take him long for his hunger to force him devour the bar until he was shoving the silver wrapper into his pocket.
Now, as they begun to ascend the wide and ornate in American standards, Norway was walking straighter, his face had gained a little colour, and he kept himself close and even with Emma’s stride. In normal situations Norway was not one to strike up idle conversations, this did not change considering their predicament. Reaching up to idly sweep his bangs from his face, the man’s hand hesitated as he once again realized that his longer-than-normal hair had been taken back into a low ponytail, by Emma…. with her own ribbon… with her hands…. No one, no one touched Lukas’ hair, his feathery, light, golden hair, but she had, without even asking, but with such a gentleness that Lukas hadn’t even thought about snapping or telling no, he just let her do it. Nevertheless when she had, his blush had brightened a fair bit and his heart had started hammering, and this reaction had dwindled in his mind their entire journey, up until where they were currently halfway up the stairs.
A loud booming suddenly struck the airwaves, causing the house to shake, and Lukas’ arm immediately struck out and caught Emma’s arm, stopping her, bringing her close as his other gripped the railing. Senses alerted, the blonde creased his brow and looked around, searching for a possible source. ‘Odd… that almost sounded like thunder, but it was too close…’ His thoughts were interrupted by a single droplet of water striking his cheek, rousing a blink in surprise, forced his to look up just in time his for mouth to fall open in shock as a torrential downpour suddenly cascaded down upon them, and everything else for that matter. Norway’s curses were literally downed out, covered by him spitting out water, and his grip tightening on both the rail and on Belgium, he turned towards her, eyes squinted in frustration and against the relented falling water. He was going to say something, what exactly? Who knows, instead a hushed curse passed his lips and turning away from her, grabbed her hand and started upwards again, keeping his other hand firmly on the banister.
Water was rushing furiously past their feet, gravity its master, and even as they managed to reach the top of the stairs, the rain continued at an insane pace. Once more on firm ground, Lukas was able to reach up to wipe his face and still having a hold on Emma’ hands, dared to look over the rail down towards the main floor and his usually indifferent expression hardened when, to his slight disbelief, saw that the water level had already reached halfway up the front door; at this rate, it would not take long at all for the rising water to the second level. The house was flooding, and they were caught in the midst of it. Reaching up to shield his eyes, the Norwegian gazed up against the water, blinking repeatedly, but it took a moment or two for him to establish that what he was seeing was not because of his watered vision, that the high ceiling was actually veiled by a thick and dark ceiling of rainclouds, full and impregnated with water and thunder, and he was unable to see through it. A glance at the next flight of stairs to the third floor saw that half of the staircase was encased wit cloud, so if they wanted to ascend another flight, they would need to do so through clouds.
Dropping his hand, Lukas studied the stairs for a second, glanced at Emma, before without a word lead her forward, hand still holding hers, and began to climb the stairs. The rain made the steps slick, Lukas was shivering, but oddly enough the cold reminded him of home, which set his resolve firmly, and a few more steps later Norway’s head entered the cloudbank. The indoor storm cloud was chilled, thick, and made sight impossible. Taking the stairs carefully, the roar of the rain steadily fell beneath them and in moments the pair of nations emerged from the clouds, Lukas first, revealing a wealthily furnished, lit, and completely dry and unaffected third floor. Lukas’ leather boots squished with the puddle he soon made in the carpet of the hall, water droplets fallings from his hair, face, and every other inch of his body; his ponytail was soaked mess against his neck, his hair slicked down with water. A glance at Emma highlighted that she hadn’t fair much better. His exposed hand fell upon the hilt of his sword and, with a moment’s hesitation, released Emma’s hand.
“Well then…” He uttered clearing his throat, his face revealing none of his true feelings of irritation of being Amazonian rained on, before he walked forward, came to the second door on his left, took a defensive position to open the door which swung open, and glancing in the hallways light told him that the room was a study of sorts. Reaching an arm around to flick on the light switch, he glanced at Emma to state, “Ladies’ first…” and once she entered, he followed, shut the door locked it and gazing around the smaller room, furnished with sofas, bookcases, a fireplace and desk, the Scandinavian nation smoothly pulled off his sopping gloves and while he reached up to begin to unbutton his pirate’ thick coat to remove it.
“I dare say that I hope you’re not a prude because keeping on those wet clothes is going to make you sick,” he said, smoothly, evenly, as his blue eyes met hers, "Emma".
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 15:05:08 GMT -6
“What a curious man…”
How funny it was that Belgium was thinking the exact same thoughts as her companion at that moment in time. If someone had told her prior to these events that she would be allying herself with Norway of all people, she might have laughed and brushed off that statement as a mere joke. For Lukas Bondevik, the frostily cold Nordic nation, was never one that Emma Lambert, the warm and friendly European, could ever see herself “socialising” with. Of course, Emma was not saying that she would avoid the man. Heavens no!
But… ever since they had first ran into each other in the kitchen, they had almost bonded, agreed to help each other, and ended up in a rather intimate position. Until they were interrupted. Which really, just left the blonde woman more confused than ever. So many more unanswered questions were arising. Who was that man? Where had he come from? Was the manor really out to get them? Would Norway and herself be safe if they ended up separated…?
Olive green eyes momentarily slid over to glance at the man in question. The colour was slowly beginning to return to his face as his blood sugar levels rose, and Belgium found that she was glad the Norwegian was on better form. She had honestly been worried about him, and though he was still a little on the pale side, he was able to keep up with her own steps without her assistance. Good. He should be fine. And so, the pair continued their ascent up the ornate staircase, the only sounds being their footsteps and Emma’s own soft breathing in her ears. Lukas clearly was not one to make small talk; a fact which did not surprise the Belgian in the slightest. However, Emma on the other hand much preferred to try and be social. As they appeared to be alone, without any threats of any other strange beings making their presence known, now seemed like a good time to strike up a conversation. The blonde’s lips twitched slightly, and she was about to offer Lukas a small smile. She was about to open her mouth to casually throw out some sort of positive comment, when Emma was quite suddenly cut off by a loud but deep rumbling.
She froze in time with Norway, blinking in surprise as his arm instinctively shot out to pull her beside him. Had the situation been different, she may have offered up a teasing remark of “I didn’t realise you liked to get so close to people~”, however she was well aware of why such an action had happened. Norway was alert and prepared for the worse, and by the sounds of the strange rumbling, he had every reason to be. Creasing her brow into a small frown, Belgium allowed herself to be pulled into her companion, and glanced around the staircase with worry.
“What was tha--”
There was no time to finish her sentence, for all of a sudden, a wild tempest of water came crashing down on the two unsuspecting nations with relentless energy. Had Norway not grabbed her, Emma was pretty sure she would have been swept off her feet by the abrupt torrent. A gasp escaped her throat, yet the roaring of the storm drowned out any sound that might have been able to reach their ears. How was this even possible? A storm inside the manor?
Without out time to try and answer those questions, Belgium soon found herself getting pulled up the stairs quickly by Norway. Lukas’ grip on her hand was tight and firm, providing some relief in the fact that hopefully, they would not get separated. Hurriedly, the woman followed after the Nordic nation, giving his hand a quick squeeze in return. Water was crashing down the stairs around them, flooding every inch of the floor below at an unbelievable speed. The pair were quickly getting drenched; clothes sodden and heavy and little to no time. Visibility suddenly became a chore as the heavy rain clung onto Emma’s eyelashes, blurring her vision. She blinked frantically, trying to get sight of what was happening. The fact her other hand was trying to keep a grip on the basket of supplies (which she could feel was growing heavier and heavier thanks to water seeping through the wicker weaving) prevented her from trying to wipe her face and clear the water from her eyes. As the scene blurred by, Belgium kept on moving without daring to stop. Practically blind, she allowed Lukas to guide her, putting her entire trust in him for that short moment of time.
As suddenly as the storm had started, it felt they were just as quickly clear of it. Another gasp, a laboured breath of shock, was released, and when the two finally stopped Emma was able to clear her eyes and finally get a good view of what was going on. They were on another floor now; one that seemed completely free of any water. Thank goodness.
Norway was leading her to a room and holding the door open for her. With a dry chuckle the blonde woman complied and stepped inside, her flooded shoes letting out foul squelching sounds with each step she took. The moment Emma was inside and by the fire, the shoes were kicked off, the basket (from which a large amount of water was seeping through the weaving and draining out) was placed by the fire to let the food dry, and her drenched socks were already getting peeled away from her now cold flesh before Lukas began to speak. When he did raise his voice, however, Emma glanced over her shoulder at the man and offered him another one of her world famous smiles.
“You want me to strip, eh? You’re very upfront about this sort of thing, aren’t you Lukas~?” she teased him, a soft giggled laced into her oddly cheerful voice. It was strange how upbeat she could remain, even after going through such a strange incident. With a small nod of her head, Belgium quickly removed the small red cloak from around her shoulders and threw the sodden garment at the Nordic’s face, her grin only growing bigger. “No looking, now. You know how rude it is to watch a lady undress, right?”
Quickly turning her back to the man once again, Emma wasted no time in stepping out of the saturated dress that was sticking to her body, revealing a white tank top and a pair of black cycling shorts underneath the costume. Luckily for her, the rain had yet to reach them, and they had remained dry. Emma couldn’t help but be relieved that she had decided to put something on under her costume; at least she would still remain slightly decent now in the presence of another nation. A shiver ran down her spine as the wet fabric dragged against her skin and was pulled up over her head. The clothing was then quickly hung up off the corner of the fireplace to dry and the blonde girl sat down in front of the hearth, wringing out her sodden hair of excess water with a huff.
“Well, that was certainly… interesting… But at least we’re somewhere dry now.” Belgium began dryly as she glanced at the other nation once again. “Thank you for helping me out back there, Lukas. We could have drowned if you hadn’t reacted so well!"
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“You want me to strip, eh? You’re very upfront about this sort of thing, aren’t you Lukas?”
He stood undaunted by her teasing, proceeding to remove his coat and tossed it next to the fire, which he hadn’t noticed until then that it was already alit, though in this place he was not at all surprised. He watched her, laughing and smiling, without a seemingly care in the world, as he reached up with cold fingers to start to undo his cravat; why the hell he had thought going to a Halloween party as a classy pirate was beyond him at this point. Why she seemed to be so happy was also beyond him, did he make her feel so comfortable? He doubted that, but the Norwegian admitted that it was a nice highlight to their predicament. Belgium had a nice smile, a light laugh, but before he could even begin to start to fathom why he even liked her laugh, a sopping, heavy, wet shroud of red material struck him in the face and he just stood there, blinked not amused from beneath Emma’s cape. From what century had it been considered as rude to watch a woman undress? While Lukas could thoroughly argue against this, he gave the female nation her veil of modesty and indeed turned his back.
Pulling off the cape and throwing that too by the fire on his discarded jacket, Norway successfully removed his cravat, followed by his chemise, rendering him shirtless and his fair skin, paled with the cold and of the interior rain, glistened in the firelight. Scars, large and small, mapped out his skin, his badges of honour identifying him as a nation. Many linear scars from his history with blades and axes, many of them ironically dealt by Denmark, but there were the couple of small, circular scars of gunshots wounds. These were more recent for obvious reasons but having lived for over three thousand years, Lukas had one of the best bodies in his opinion, toned but lean, slightly feminine, with the faint outlining of abdominals, though not nearly as defined as say Sweden’s or Denmark’s.
Slipping off his waterproof, authentic leather boots off, pouring out the water from their cavities, Norway ignored the sounds of material moving and of Belgium undressing from behind him, somewhere near the fire. The cold water dripping from his hair onto his back made him shiver a bit, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. The water actually reminded him of home, of the cold waters of the Nordic Sea, and sailing them for centuries. Undoing his pants and peeling down the tight material, his expression unchanging as he became fully nude, though he kept his sword belt on, his sword extending down the length of his leg. Draping his pants over his arm just as Belgium began to speak, Lukas turned to look at her.
“Well, that was certainly… interesting… But at least we’re somewhere dry now. Thank you for helping me out back there, Lukas. We could have drowned if you hadn’t reacted so well!"
Her eyes met his and he blinked, his toned pale legs scarred just the same like his back, and it was possibly luck or Lukas’ own doing that the fabric of his pants fell down over his groin. Lukas looked, and was, completely at ease with his nudity and if Emma had a problem with that, well then that was her problem. Modesty was for humans, creatures that found reason to think that clothes were necessary to be comfortable, and Lukas was completely comfortable the way he was, wearing only his sword. If they were attacked, he would fight naked. Looking at Belgium, hearing her gratitude, Lukas averted his eyes to look at the fire and strode over to the hearth. Tossing down his pants, leaning more on one leg and thus, once again, preventing Belgium from having a direct view of his pelvic region, and reached over to the sofa to his left and picked up a blanket that he tied around his waist into a impromptu wrap.
“You’re welcome, Emma,” he said finally, short, simple, and to the point, before he busied himself with checking that the door was locked, adjusted the placement of the sofa for a more defensive position before sitting in front of the fire and fixing his clothes like hers, so they at least started to dry. With that done, he managed to lean back against the sofa, the blanket loosening on his waist so that the hilt of his sword showed against his exposed hip, and once more acknowledged Emma’s presence, having giving her a generous amount of time to react and freak out to his unclothed presence. Looking at her in the firelight, Lukas was able to appreciate silently the highlighted in her hair and her small white tank top. “And for the record, I would never have allowed for you to even get close to drowning…. It’s not a pleasant experience…” Lukas was speaking from personal experience and still struck Denmark because of it, accident or not.
Waving the subject off, he reached up and grabbed another small blanket folded on the settee he was leaning against and tossed it gently to her. “Didn’t think you would want to share, right”. There was no question in his words, or in his eyes that flickered from her back to the fire and their steaming clothes. It felt nice and almost relaxing to there by the fire, warmed by its glow, so much that it almost burned away the fact that the pair of them were sitting in a flooded, monster infested manor of horrors. Reaching up, Lukas gently removed Emma’s ribbon from his hair, set it on his blanketed lap and pulled the water out of it. Running his fingers through his damp, too-long hair, his bangs falling back into his eyes, and removed his Nordic Cross hairpin too. It was not usual for anyone to see his hair unaccented by his pin, and with his hair being in need of a hair cut, he could only wonder if he looked like his younger self, the once battle thirsty Viking. The moment didn’t last long for Norway carefully replaced his pin, pulled back his hair into a low ponytail and tied it with her ribbon.
His hair done and perfect, he dropped his hands and sighed, “I’ll take the first watch if you want to get some sleep”.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 6:30:37 GMT -6
Whilst it was greatly appreciated that Norway had provided her with a small veil of modesty in this situation, Belgium had not expected the sight which met her eyes when the other nation did turn around once again to face her. It was lucky, one could say, that the convenient placement of materials had left almost everything nicely covered but… even so… Emma was turning the crimson shade of one of Spain’s tomatoes. The woman blinked a few times; maybe the overall creepy atmosphere of the manor was causing her to hallucinate about the nudity of her fellow nations… Or Lukas actually was just completely naked before her very eyes. Now, Belgium was no prude, however she herself could not help but feel awkward at the sight of a man she had barely spoken to (prior to today, of course) in nothing at all.
“Mijn God! Y-you’re naked!” she squeaked, a hand flying up to cover her eyes as she quickly turned her face away to try and hide her scarlet cheeks. “Couldn’t you have given me some sort of warning that you intended to completely strip?!” Not waiting for an answer, however, she was already rushing off to the far side of the room and trying to make herself comfortable leaning against a couch across from Lukas. Her eyes remained locked on the floor as she tried to will away the hot flush that had taken over her fair skin. She sat there for a while, refusing to look back at him as her blush died down before Lukas spoke once more, causing her ears to prick up.
“For the record, I would never have allowed for you to even get close to drowning…. It’s not a pleasant experience…”
She looked up at him with a slightly puzzled expression, her earlier embarrassment practically long forgotten whilst she studied him with interest. Warm, soft flickers and hues of light cast by the amber flames were dancing across his face, highlighting every inch of his well-defined features in the dimming light. Whilst his expression remained as blank as ever, there was a hint of something underneath. Concern? It was hard to tell what exactly. Norway was not somebody one could call “an open book” – he was the complete opposite. Shut up, closed off. Had they been in another universe or any other situation and the two people in that room were mortals, not nations, Emma could have easily imagined Lukas as one of those “hermits” who would keep himself away from the rest of the world. Was that what made her so curious about him? His enclosed ways, mysterious silences and lack of expressions? Belgium liked to think to herself at that point that he had a nice smile; a warm, comforting one which made those deep, dark eyes of his light up similarly to how they were reflecting the light of the fire now… Before she had been able to respond to his comment, the moment was ruined by a large wad of fabric hitting her square in the face. Blinking in surprise, Emma pulled back the material to take a look at it, to find it was simply a blanket Norway had thrown at her.
The blanket had been gently tossed in her direction, and pale fingers were quickly grabbing at the soft fabric and pulling it around her shivering body. Soon, Emma was cocooning herself in its hug-like warmth, the material around her bare arms bringing back memories of comforting, loving embraces. For a moment Belgium’s thoughts left the company she was keeping with Norway, the room, the manor, and fluttered away to a place stored away in her memories. Memories of a caring older brother who wrapped his strong arms around a younger sister, whose hair was decorated with the red ribbon she had just received from him. The two of them were smiling, laughing as the sun shone down on the field of tulips on that lovely summer’s day… It was a nice thought; a peaceful memory. Something as simple as a memory could provide a little piece of warmth in the cold, like that blanket she had draped over her shoulders. Closing her eyes for a moment, Emma released a tiny sigh and pulled the blanket even tighter around herself, relishing in the familiar friendliness of a pleasant cuddle it was giving her. It was enough to cause the corners of her lips to twitch slightly in a faint smile as the words “thank you” were spoken earnestly. Even the smallest of gestures were proving to be some of the greatest little treasures to find in this hell-hole, and the tiny amounts of kindness Lukas was offering in her direction were greatly appreciated. Those tiny acts could help pull someone away from any horrors which might have surrounded them, even for just the briefest of moments. That was enough to make her smile naturally again, even just for a second or so.
“Didn’t think you would want to share, right.” The words had quickly pulled her away from the scenes forming in her mind, and Belgium quickly returned her gaze once again to her Nordic companion. For some reason, his remark caused her smile to drop slightly, and a fleeting feeling of disappointment settled in the pit of her stomach. Such emotions were quickly shoved away, however, with a shake of her head and a playful smirk at the man. “Oh I don’t know...” Emma practically purred, her Cheshire cat-like grin accompanied by a mischievous flash in her green eyes. It was always hard to keep a straight face when teasing someone, in her case at least. Gaze never once leaving Lukas as he fixed his hair, the Belgian didn’t even try to stop the soft laugh which left her throat as she continued. “Sharing isn’t always that bad. Besides, I’m sure cuddling up together would get us warmed up quicker.” That remark was finished off by a flirtatious wink in the man’s direction, before the giggles took control and Emma found herself pulling the blanket over her head to try and muffle her small bout of hysterics. From the little she knew of the man, Emma was pretty sure that his stoic expression had yet to change, and he would probably show little to no reaction to her, but her mental image of a flustered Norway was still an amusing one.
At the mention of "sleep", Emma's brow creased slightly into a small frown, the laughter stopped and she poked her head up through the folds of her blanket once more. Sleep... it was almost like the word was entirely new to her. She had not heard it, nor even considered it, in such a long time. If truth be told, the Belgian had yet to realise how tired she actually was feeling, right up until the point the word had been mentioned and a yawn had escaped her moments later. But stubbornly, Emma shook her head, her expression turning strict as though she was a teacher dealing with a troublesome student. “Non. Out of the question,” she spoke firmly, shortly, each word clipped and sharp. “If either of us is sleeping, it’s you, Lukas. You can’t take watch when you’ve clearly not recovered your strength yet!” a Flash of worry appeared on her face, and Belgium crossed her arms over her chest. “You sleep first and I’ll take watch.”
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The fire was doing its duty and its welcomed heat was seeping deep down into Lukas’ bones to ease away the chill of the flood and the ache of being rendered human. No longer did water drip from his hair, with golden strands being freed from the weight of water and soon enough Norway’s golden locks would be feather light and soft once more and while the skin upon his shoulders still felt the faint fingers of cold, the Norwegian dared now to wrap himself up as Belgium had for he saw that it would be foolish to indulge in such a luxury. Another blanket would lessen him mobility and access to his sword and if he needed to, he had to be able to stand and fight as fast as possible, even if that meant doing so naked, since his clothes were continuing the steam nicely along with Emma’s. Dare he think it though, but sitting as he was before the fire, his back against the sofa, his head resting against the cushion, Lukas was pretty comfortable with his left hand idly placed upon his hilt, the other upon a raised knee; if he so wished he could pretend that rather than an American horror story he could be instead in his cabin back in Norway.
The man’s gaze remained studiously within the fire’s flames, thinking, and allowing his molested mind to settle to rebuild some of his barriers against emotions, but his interest and attention remained in part upon the buddle up form of the Belgian woman whose blushing, embarrassed expression at witnessing his pale, toned naked stuck in his head and sparked the light of amusement within his sea-blue eyes. She was an… odd woman to the say least, interesting, and how she switched from being a shy, teenage human to a teasing seductress had made his brows twitch in reaction, but her resulting giggles had spread a warm sense of mirth and warmth much better than the fire was capable of; Lukas found that he truly enjoyed the sound of her laugh for it was a light, winged, sacred thing in this hell-hole.
So while Emma was hiding herself away to drown into laughter, Lukas was freely able to stare at the giggling mass of blankets and allow one side of his mouth slightly tug upwards without anyone seeing and wanting to take a picture of the rare sight. Yes, he could admit for he was a man who believe in the truth, that Belgian could make him smile and what that meant exactly he could also admit that he wasn’t quite sure and didn’t, for the moment anyway, have the energy to give it too much thought; for now he would accept it for was it was and move on. Adjusting his position, Lukas leaned forward to snag a biscuit of sorts which Belgian had managed to grab from the kitchen, looked at it for a moment, the image of the demon stabbing his mind, making his stomach flip, before he proceeded to take a small nibble of it and chewed slowly thereafter, thoughtfully.
By the time that Belgium reappeared however, his expression was once more as smooth as stone and as cold, though it held a relaxed tone to it that suited Lukas best. Her hair was messed, her cheeks filled with merriment and her eyes were bright, just as it should be. This place did terrible things such as wear down a nation’s apparent beauty…. Catching himself on that thought, Lukas blinked just as Emma’s maternal tirade began and the blond man found himself scolded for being himself, which was that he was fine, don’t question that, because he was stubborn as hell and really only listened to his brother’s scolding, sometimes. Cracking his neck side-to-side, loosening up his shoulders, Lukas gave Belgium ostensibly no mind before he tore another piece off his biscuit and finally looked back at her, expression as unreadable as ever. It was sweet that she cared, her expressed concern for some odd reason roused a tightening sensation in Lukas’ chest, but all the same he chewed slowly before he swallowed to free his mouth to answer her.
“That’s a sweet notion and I appreciate your concern, Emma, but… that won’t happen anytime soon, me sleeping that is, not before you. Don’t hold your breath”.
Expression changed only with a perk of his brow, his tone and words spoken softly without any hint of malice or patronizing, just a gentle firmness that he wasn’t going to leave her alone in this place, even if he would be in the room with her. Staring at her for a few more moments, his gaze solicitously looking over her features, before he took another bite of his biscuit, the final one, wiped his and idly on the blanket and turned back to the fire. His stubbornness was not born out of some sort of attempt at machoism or a test of his strength or something, because he was tired and sore and a good night’s sleep would probably be amazing, but even relaxing there by the fire was doing wonders on Norway’s stamina and body, not running down twisting halls with a demon breathing down your neck, literally.
"Besides,” Lukas continued, cocking his head to the side to look at her through his bangs, the firelight highlighting his cheekbones and reflecting off of his golden hairpin, “How can I truly trust you around me when I’m asleep?” This time around, Lukas’ voice was smooth as satin, lower, and held a tone that would a few individuals he knew weak in the knees; Emma wasn’t the only one who could tease in this room, in fact she was way out of her league and had no idea with whom she was dealing with. It felt good to not have to speak serious, having to make a battle time, to have anxiety scratch your voice, to have fun. With his morsel done, the blond draped his arm back down the length of the couch’s seat cushion, his other hand still upon his sword’s long hilt, and keeping Emma within his sights, he said in that as golden as mead voice with his eyes half-lidded, “You don’t have to play cute, Belgia, it comes rather naturally to you. If you want to come over here and be near me, then hurry it up. You look ridiculous sitting way over there away from the fire shivering and being cold. After all, I don’t bite”.
With that subtle jab spoken, though truth and logic still dominating his sultry words, Lukas gave his own little wink as she had given him before he took back his arm, ran his fingers though his bangs, and turned back to watch the fire as if nothing had happened. Now, Lukas had lied, which doesn’t happen often because Lukas really doesn’t see the point in lying, though he had a feeling that Emma didn’t need to know that in truth, he did bite but only during sex, so clearly she really didn’t need to know that. If she was going to come in close beside him was all her decision because even though Norway hadn’t spent a lot of his three thousand years around women, let alone female nations, he knew that they liked their space, which he could respect because he preferred his unmolested as well but in this case Emma’s company would be welcomed.
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Post by Belgium on Jul 24, 2014 16:31:09 GMT -6
Belgium could sense that there was something about this moment which was… odd. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what the feeling was, but there was certainly an atmospheric tension of sorts building up. A quiet scene of two figures, their bare flesh illuminated by the golden glow of the fire, whose warmth was doing wonders to rid the two figures of the cold which had attempted to make them its victims. As the clothes dried by the fire and Emma and Lukas basked in its glorious, comforting heat, Emma could see that the light from the fire was highlighting her companion’s body, as though it was under a spotlight. She could see almost every scar that covered his skin, and his deep blue eyes were shining as they reflected the embers in the hearth. Nations were immortal beings known to be beautiful creatures, but in this light, for the first time Belgium was able to appreciate the beauty of the man sitting before her. Not once before this had such thoughts ever crossed her mind. Norway had always been one of those nations with whom she had generally had little interactions with over the years, especially in comparison to some of the other countries. Granted, they had occasionally conversed at the world meetings prior to the events which had unravelled today but… in all honesty she had never thought much of him. If it had not have been for the incident in the kitchen, the two would probably never crossed paths in such a manner, and would never have been in this sort of situation. She couldn’t help but watch him wordlessly as he ate a biscuit in silence. In that brief moment of peace from idle chit-chat and her own laughter, Belgium was able to properly admire his eyes again. There was something so mysterious about them, so deep and blue that she struggled to pull her gaze away. It was curious, really, how suddenly fascinated she was by a nation whom she had previously had any interaction with. However, Emma was pulled away from this train of thought, her simple musings, when Lukas once more spoke up to stubbornly declare that he was going to go against what she had said and not sleep. With a roll of her eyes and a small snort, the blonde woman tsked lightly but hardly gave him an answer in retaliation. Men. She was far too used to them after all these years, and her centuries of experience told her they were the most stubborn creatures to roam this planet. But, Emma also knew for a fact that she was equally as stubborn. She would scold Norway later, that was for sure. Then, the atmosphere grew more intense once more when the Norwegian decided to throw her playful flirting right back at her with his little remark about her joining him on that side of the room. Oh? He wanted to go down that road, did he? The western European raised an eyebrow at his confidence, a tiny smirk once more pulling at her lips and replacing her usual cat-like grin with a much more subtle expression. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she watched him, her olive green eyes shimmering with amusement at the situation which was unfolding. Emma was maintaining a more composed appearance, despite feeling heat rising in her cheeks – she put this down to the fire and the room gradually growing warmer. Ignoring any signs that may have hinted that the Norwegians words had gotten to her at all, Belgium shook her head lightly and finally allowed a small giggle to escape her throat. It was light and sweet, a stark contrast with the much lower tone Lukas had used when talking to her earlier. “Oh, so you do want me to sit beside you, eh?” she laughed softly again, before letting out a dramatic and extremely exaggerated sigh. “Well, I suppose I could allow you to curl up with me, seeing as you’re so eager for me to join you over there. It would certainly keep us much warmer~” The blonde woman nodded once more, this time a much more playful giggle – much closer to the one she had released earlier during her childish little fit of laughter – ringing out from her voice, before she stood up and in next to no time, was making herself comfortable beside the Nordic man. After adjusting herself so she was close to Lukas, (but obviously not too close, so as not to invade his personal space. As mentioned earlier, the two had little interactions prior to this, so even with their playful teasing and flirting Emma assumed that would have been awkward), Emma fixed her blanket so it was partly draped over Lukas’ side. Once that was said and done, she gave the man another one of her little winks, before reaching up and poking the tip of his nose softly, giggling all the while. Although she had already dried off from the bizarre tempest downstairs, the closer proximity between their two bodies was already doing a better job at warding off the shivers. “We’d just better hope my broer doesn’t find out about this,” Emma was now extending her neck and whispering in his ear playfully, her famous grin having returned to her delicate face once more. “He would definitely kill you if he knew I’d been sitting with you when you were naked. So, this should probably just stay between us, ja?” The words, despite being more of a joke, did have some truth behind them. The Netherlands was known throughout Europe of being... overly-protective of his younger sister. Taking this into account, there was a very high chance that he would not have been too happy should he come to discover his little sister was sharing the company of a nude Viking, no less! How scandalous that would be! Besides, it probably would not have gone down so well with the other Nordics if Norway had wound up dead. No, it would probably be much safer if these silly whispering and flirtations were kept secret, hidden, locked away behind the study door and never revealed to the rest of the world. Pulling away from the man once again with a soft hum of content, Belgium once more made herself comfortable, resting her head on the couch behind her. “By the way,” her tone was suddenly much more firm and serious than before, as she locked eyes with her companion again. Though this time, her gaze was hard. “You should know that I’m just as stubborn as you. So, if you’re not going to sleep now, then I most certainly will not be dozing off either.” Though she was expecting just an eye roll or no reaction at all, Emma did hope that her words and the emphasis on her stance on the whole matter of “taking watch” at least had sunk in with Norway a little bit. These two oddly paired nations were a team now – they had agreed to stick together, and Belgium had the best interests of her companion at heart with her statement. After all, he seemed much worse for wear overall than she did. Lukas could have done with a rest (well they both could have), so she was going to put her foot down. Besides, Emma wouldn’t mind watching him sleep. ….Because it would have been interesting to see if he was more expressive when he was dreaming. That was the reason, obviously.
{Spoiler}Happy Birthday, Sora!! <3
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 14:38:03 GMT -6
Staring pleasantly into the fire as he was when Emma's sweet bout of laughter lightened the air, Lukas found himself sighing at the sound, his muscles relaxing with the notes for they were so pleasant and soothing within his troubled mind. Once more, the man found himself realizing that he greatly enjoyed to hear Emma laugh, that such pleasantness and innocence was possible in this place of hell, and it gave him hope. All the same, however, he did not shift his eyes away from the fluttering, wavering flames, allowing himself, for the moment at least, to enjoy the sound. The Norwegian's eyelids fell a bit, exhaustion biting at he backs of his eyes, but alas he would give in, not yet anyway. Above anything else for the time being, Emma's safety was his topmost priorty. Lukas had given her his word, something he didn't do often; for those close to him, namely the other Nordics, knew that Lukas kept true to his word until the promise was fulfilled and was a serious matter to him. While he enjoyed that the Belgian woman could laugh now, and for that he was grateful, Lukas also knew that literally just out of sight unknown horrors awaited them and hence his unease and fight against sleep.
"Oh, so you do want me to sit beside you, eh?”
Amy's flirtations snapped Norway's eyes open and he looked over at her, brow raised at her in questioning, with a slight colour in his cheeks from realizing that he actually had been falling asleep. Her follow-up laugh only deepened the burn in his cheeks but all Lukas did in response was blink.
“Well, I suppose I could allow you to curl up with me, seeing as you’re so eager for me to join you over there. It would certainly keep us much warmer...”
Motionlessly, save for his blue eyes following her movements, Lukas sat, mostly naked save for his wrapped-around blanket, as Belgium came and sat beside him on the warmed floor against the settee. Only once Emma had settled herself, her blanket upon his lap, her arm brushing his, that Lukas did turn his eyes away from the flames and gave the woman the attention she was trying to coax from him. A spark of growing amusement was beginning to illuminate the Norwegian man's blue eyes along with he firelight as he met Emma's green ones, content with the little game they were playing and impressed that she persisted. Too bad it was, however, that there were no limits for how far Lukas would go with a duel of teased wits and sensual suggestion. When her expression, brightened with her gleeful nature, was focused upon him completely, Lukas felt one of his brows rise in interest when she winked at him and dared to poke his nose; playful little vixen wasn't she?
With how close as they were and simply by chance to how the firelight was playing upon their skin, Lukas found himself intrigued with the orange-tinged shadows illuminating the Belgian's face, with her eyes dancing and one half hidden in shadow. He allowed her to lean in, his breath slightly catching when hers played with the small hairs brushing against his ear, and his eyes half-closed when her cheek touched his. Such gentle, sensual, fun, and soft contact Lukas' senses were in so high demand for, he literally had to bite the inside of his lip not to react as she whispered her teasing words to him. He heard words of nudity, scandal, violence and death, yet all Lukas found himself thinking about was how nice Emma's hair smelt, like rain and perhaps oranges. Silently licking his lips, trying to remain casual and calm, a swell of unexpected emotion rose when Emma muttered her inquiry of secrecy about their small fireside affair and with delicate fingers, Lukas caressed her cheek and pulled his head back slowly, his cheek brushing her skin, to meet her eye.
Belgium's smile Norway met with heavy eyes and a soft indifference and keeping his hand upon her cheek, he spoke softly, leaning in so his hushed words kisses her lips though there remained no true contact of his lips against hers. "A secret worth dying for..." He whispered, before Emma pulled away and Lukas replaced his hand to his blanketed leg and looked at her profile. He remained as so, waiting for her, and when indeed she turned back, expression changed with determination and stubbornness fixed in her eyes to say that she would not give in and would stay awake with him, Lukas only blinked before he finally sighed. Her words had struck true and had played upon his cords of exhaustion. Turning back to the fire, his mouth having formed a thin line, the man stared hard into the flames for a moment as he contemplated his feelings and current state.
Flexing his fingers still securely upon his swird's hilt, when Norway finally spoke his words were barely a whisper, a quiet honesty permitted only for Emma's ears and the fire's light. "I'm afraid, Emma... Afraid to fall asleep". His admission came hard but it was the truth and lifting his chin, determined, Lukas continued slowly and full of seriousness, "I'm afraid what awaits me in my dreams, the limitless horrors that the mind can manufacture, and... I'm afraid I will see my bror dead once more as I already have, many times..." Turning to look at her, Lukas revealed to Belgium eyes of a weary man completely exposed, and not just literally, a vulnerable man full of concern for his loved ones and for her. Watching her for a moment, Norway actually removed his hand from his hilt to gently caress once more Emma's cheek, his sense indulging at the softness of her skin, and even moved a blond lock of hair that was too close to her eye for his liking. "I'm afraid that I'll wake up and you will be gone as well," he whispered even more softly, subtly exposing to her factors he has had to deal with during his own inprisonment within this place, or waking in a new environment or find yourself alone. Lukas had given her his word that he would protect her and see that she was reunited with her own brother and his eyes then reminded her of his word, the depth and honesty within them, the softness to his expression and tone.
Grazing her cheek softly with his thumb for a moment before he broke the contact as returned his hand to his sword, Lukas gave Emma one last look before he broke eye contact and repositioned himself to better lay his head upon the cushion of the couch beside her. Closing his eyes, he gave the Belgian a nonchalant gesture of the hand before settling it on his covered lap and in a tone that was completely Lukas, spoke idly, "And after how many times I've kicked your brother's ass, never would I be afraid of him, but you, Emma? Ja, you can hold yor own well enough so wake me in a couple of hours. I trust you". For his last three words, Lukas changed his tone ever so slightly to return to the sincerity he had just shown her with his confession of fear. Even so, his composure did not change, his eyes remained closed and sooner than Lukas would have liked, his breathing evened out and his taunt, stressed muscles relaxed with slumber; his head slightly shifted to face towards his companon in sleep. Exhaustion had finally taken hold of Lukas, even wearing down the barriers around his feelings, and had left him at Belgium's mercy.
{Spoiler}I know I said that I wouldn't post... But, it's my day off up here and this was fresh in my mind =u=
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