Gee, it has been so long! Sorry if my characters seem weird, it feels like it has been year since I've played Annette and Akuti.
Silver eyes watched the demon prince as he explained his instinctual act of kindness. Annette still couldn't quite fathom the idea of a demon and an angel joining forces to take back the Underground. It had been a few hours -- maybe more, maybe less -- since their agreement and since Prince Skellig sealed his powers away, but the irony of the situation kept seeping into the corners of her mind no matter how many times she shooed it away. Annette wavered on the thread that separated her trust for the demon twins and her caution; her hatred for them and her fondness; her pride and her duty. The telepathic angel couldn't just take the situation for what it was and accept the fact that Prince Skellig just might have a pleasant side to him; that she, herself, might, just have an absurd fondness for the twins and be irrationally intrigued by their situation and the secrets the Underworld and the princes lives held. No, there was always a catch, life wasn't as simple as what was on the surface, right?
Her thoughts lightly touched on the impact their actions and cooperation with one another could make on all three realms if they were to succeed. They had a rough idea of what they were going to do but nothing more. Although Annette was quite the resilient little angel, the sensation of doubt was starting to seep into her heart just as the irony had her mind. She wanted desperately to ask Prince Skellig for his thoughts and his point of view, and ask if he was scared and if he thought they had a chance, but those questions were for another time and her tongue was not made to shed such vulnerable words -- especially after the scene she had just made.
Annette lifted her eyes to the ice crystals and the opening in the cave. Night was nearly upon them, (sorry if this is too much of a time jump, I don't really know where we are time wise but this rp definitely needs to get a move on. But Rabbah, Ru, if you guys think that your pair needs a little more time, you guys could just be a couple hours behind the rest? Or something?) the stars shone dull against the darkening sky. With a sigh, Annette spoke reluctantly and with fatigue in her strained voice, "No matter, you should get some sleep, you've had a long day." Annette dropped her eyes to Prince Skellig's before they wandered around the cave. She spotted the pile of branches and twigs the prince had gathered, "I'll make a fire and cook the meat your hell hound -- er, Jirou, had caught and wake you when it is ready." Annette waltzed over to the pile and crouched down, shifting them until she was satisfied and then started to toy around with the branches and rocks, attempting to make a fire, "I will also gather fresh water from a waterfall that wasn't too far from here. And although you insist that your wound is fine, I still think that it needs to be cleaned and disinfected. I am sure we can find some herbs around here somewhere." The angels effort to make a fire was to no avail, but she continued to try persistently, "In the morning we can continue our conversation about what we are going to do about your aunt, once we find your twin and the other angel, that is. Don't worry too much, I am sure we will find them in the morning light."
A muffled groan rumbled out of the girl who still sat with her forehead resting on her knees. Irritation rubbed at her in all the wrong ways but she held her tongue, she didn't want to bore him too much. However, Akuti painfully had to admit that Kyle's thoughts were true, she did ramble quite a bit but it wasn't her fault, not really. She wasn't accustomed to the whole socialization thing that most people thought to be wonderful. She was a bookworm that stuck to her fantasies rather than reality. She preferred whimsical words and beautiful rhetoric rather than being frank and blunt. Though, Akuti didn't talk in riddles on purpose. The blame was to be laid on the mountains of books that had adjusted her vernacular over the years.
Although, Akuti accepted her part of the blame with a reluctant ease, she was quick to dump the other part of the blame on Kyle. He was the one who didn't understand what she was saying! He was just a stupid, dense, florist who wouldn't know an insult if it smacked him in the face. Heck! Half the insults she struck him with went over his head. Though even as she found his flaws, why was her trust bestowed upon him so quickly?
Despite the unnerving acknowledgement of how much she trusted the lad, Akuti snickered at the silent insult she thought of. However, her ray of joy and happiness didn't conceal the persistent irritation that had sprouted from the embarrassment he had cause her. If only he understood her words! If only he caught on to the hints she had been subtly dropping him! If only! It annoyed the mage that her seriousness was all in vain. It annoyed her that Kyle could change her mood with the drop of a hat. It annoyed her that her cheeks burned with embarrassment though she should be angry at his stupidity.
Akuti sighed. He couldn't hear her thoughts, what was the use in rambling if it was only to herself? When Akuti finally spoke her voice was strangely soft and defeated, "Geez, Kyle, how dense can you be?" She lifted her head just enough to peer at the florist with her dual colored eyes. She wanted to see Kyle's reaction when her deepest secret escaped from her parted lips. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest and fear crowded her mind. Even though they were both blessed humans, she was terrified and nervous of seeing his reaction. She was sure that he would hate her for reading his thoughts. He would hate her for lying to him and kick her out of the shop and she would have to wander home in the dark rain. "Why couldn't you just get it through your thick skull and realize that I have been trying to tell you that--that I have powers?" Her voice was small and wavering as she spoke around the lump forming in her throat.