////Closed Thread//////Winters Hiding Spot

Little truly transpired. His position was unfaltering and his hands adjusted to appreciate the warmth the stone launched. His legs savored the water’s temperature more than he anticipated thus they remained despite his unique posture.

“Sneaky, sly . . . all the same.” Became his response to the majority of what she stated. His ears did not listen for her whispers and her apology regarding his own apology was too far past to be mentioned once more. His eyes were fastened on the ceiling. When closely scrutinized some things became evident. Distol’s exemplary vision and attention to detail shined as he explored the ancient markings, diacritics that looked more like emblems or symbols than actual words. Just how aged was this building or even the mansion that had become an academy? Distol’s eyes broke away from the calligraphy and lowered to Hunni who continued to occupy the pool.

’’One could melt beneath the pressures of this heat…Do you really think you’re onto me?’’

Distol’s eyebrow rose with a physical manifestation of his augmented curiosity. His head fleetingly shook for no perceptible reason, but presently after he arranged his words he spoke, “Faintly. There are certain things I’ve noticed that most normally wouldn’t.” Distol appeared to instantaneously rise to his feet. His limbs preferred to stretch and such was completed and after Hunni consumed his vision. “Where to begin,” he said softly before he secured his footing upon the miniature footpath that surrounded the pool. “First and foremost you talk to yourself. Second would be the meaning of your tattoos. Third . . . well it is a little personal I presume, but it can’t be disregarded,” Distol had taken a few steps as he spoke, but they were slow and watchful, “You’re smile tells me a lot. It’s frequent in some way or another, but it’s a good thing. Your smile makes me smile . . . is that odd?” He wondered if she would clarify if that were his question or not. After all she was quite cunning.

Distol identified himself as smart in several ways –perhaps too many which forced him to appear superficial or oversimplified. Perhaps he was such a thing, a two-dimensional man full of himself and powerful enough to be the villain he sometimes hungered to be. It was memories and junctures such as this when he truly felt human though. Hunni Genova had never intended to fascinate him, but she clandestinely had done so. If the boy could retract his word he surely would. When she initially replied to his assertion that she spoke to herself he couldn’t help but chuckle, but the laughter was pleasurable and short. He fled the diminutive footpath and now stood in front of the elevated ledge that had been a reoccurring puzzle that he was questioning in the back of his mind due to how unidentified it was. Such questions as ‘what is behind it?’ ‘where does it lead’? Wouldn’t quit bothering the boy.

“I wouldn’t be against learning of them(tattoos). I’m sure each of them has a meaning and bear importance. I have none, but I have no purpose for having one, heh.”

’Perhaps my smile is just a mere aphrodisiac for the faint feeling of happiness that would reside within every form…Or perhaps you’ve gone mad..’’

Such words literally struck him. A tremble overpowered his composure and he hesitantly viewed her in stillness, uncertain eyes observing from above his right shoulder. He was stuck on her words and it was not due to lack of comprehension --it was a sensation he had never felt and it forced him to endure such awkwardness. Thankfully the words were quick to pass and he regained himself, a smirk resting upon his boyish features before he shook the daze off and took a fleeting glance at the statue she praised. “Sculptures are interesting. What you hold could’ve been a hero, tyrant, or simply somebodies remains. It’s kind of scary,” though he was not fearful of course. Distol suddenly burst into a sprint towards the opened ledge, leapt and used his momentum to usher in the next motion. His left foot and the wall conflicted and the energy from his muscular leg was momentarily heightened as he climbed the ledge and sat upon the top for a few seconds before he looked down at Hunni and smiled.

“Was that your question?” He asked moments before his body seemed to roll fall backwards and into the unlit area beyond the doorway.

His short descent by his calculations no more than nine feet which included the dwindling stone turned rotten and fragile by the underground water source. During the fall a blackflip ocurred, which incorporated not only an acrobatic spectacle but also a touch of his abilities. However, the segregating door obscured such things from her eyes. Distol’s feet arrived on the floor in perfection and just in time to hear her clamor reach his ears. A swift laugh was produced and molded a disrupting echo throughout the passageway he had discovered. Surprisingly he remained quiet and took a step towards the shadows as if momentarily ignoring his companion.

Tricks? His eyes instantaneously witnessed something amongst the shadows, however, inability to perceive in such blackness crippled his capabilities but forced him to hunt. He was always conscious of the Warrior rune's passive advantage, however, a sensation always seemed to erupt and the varmint trapped within would provoke what felt like adrenaline or some other type of stimulant. He felt naked without the Rune Guard or some type of saber or knife to serve as a weapon, but his bare hands were more than capable and his rapidity was, for the most part, unequaled. It was such a foolish thing to stalk one in their natural habitat, but exploration was desired and if he were to supervise the area it would become his personal task to expel any unwanted guest(s). His concentration was not to be disrupted. He had zeroed in on the opposition and while she had now stated his name more so in the form of a question he had quelled the trespasser with a charge, gripped it and lifted it up by its tail.

A rat. Distol twirled the critter by its rear before faintly laughing at what had transpired as his expectations were far worst. With the flick of his wrist the rat was safely returned to its home and Distol was now trotting back to the dividing barrier, viewing Hunni from the murkiness before yet again using the wall as an escort and appearing upon the wall next to her –more specifically her peeking torso. “That did not count as my question by the way, you'll not cheat me out of a question again,” he offered an easily accessible hand out to her as if to aid her if the desire to sit with him on the wall existed. If declined it would return to the wall and support his seated pose and he would look over his shoulder and towards the pool area he had navigated from.

His honest intentions during that investigation were no mystery and for the beauty to question his rationality –even persecute herself and presume it was her company that led to his vanishing was truly a foolhardy thing. To be truthful he was not satisfied with that little he had discovered and if it hadn’t been for the exotic belle who searched for him he would have committed to the hunt and put his wandering thoughts to rest, however, her company was superior even if his mind was plagued. After his powerful arm aided her in rising upon the stone divider he took a prolonged glance at the sector they now parted from. The journey for Distol had been entertaining. The two began in the foremost segment and escaped to a private unknown area where, even there, they nearly maneuvered to yet another portion of this seemingly endless pool house.

Silence consoled him as she situated herself on the ledge. His body faced mostly unknown blackness, eyes retrieved from the dim private bath and now focused on his companion who uttered his name in a strange sequence, but he remained curious and an unsystematic chuckle emerged and was quickly dismissed as she dug for another question so their game could proceed and be interrupted no more. “My question, eh?” He discontinued his words either through lack of creativity or simple mind tricks.

Denying desirability –some uncertain magnetism was to lie to oneself. Viewing her in such a clear way did not directly impact him to the point where he forfeited control, but a conjured sensation with the potential of crippling was present. The solution? Averting his vision to something less fascinating such as the pillar she previously entwined with. “Do you enjoy it here?” An ordinary question, however, something he wished to ask.

( I apologize for the delay. )

Watching her fumble around within the bags confines was slightly amusing and if Distol were to be granted second question it may allude to her abundant continuous satchels that seemed to materialize when she willed them too.

The light –oh how it was blinding. Distol was momentarily visionless, but with instantaneous adaptation all was restored save the overwhelming blackness, which was now defeated by the beam of light that was expelled from her handy flashlight. “A woman and her purse . . .,” escaped an discernible mumble followed by a shake of his head.

Perhaps he had not merely asked if she enjoyed the pool house, but instead the entirety of Caislin Hallows. Regardless she hadn’t caught the depth of his question and provided her plain-speaking, yet sincere answer. His eyes followed her descend and introductory steps to unexplored territory. The boy admired Hunni Genova. . . there was something about her, something he lacked an explanation of, but he was convinced it existed.

“Coming Distol?”

He did not require a large amount of time to design a reply in fact he decided against words and allowed his bodies reaction to serve as his answer. With effortlessness he slid from the chiseled stone and landed on both of his feet with a faint thump. His hands lifted and extended, stretching prior to resting on the back of his head and hiding underneath drying uncolored hair. With the light set upon him his left eye innately shut and his right focused on her as he put an end to the distance between them. “You’re lethal with a flashlight,” he stated with a smirk.

-Exits.-

(I apologize for restarting this thread with you and closing it so quickly, but Distol is scheduled for death in another thread therefore this cannot continue. Again I am sorry and hope you have fun in the future.)

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