04-21-2023, 12:14 AM
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. He thought about humming a song until then. Jesus, but the light had been bright. Girlie was walking around with a sun in her pocket or something. When the purples and blues finally cleared, he saw a short girl, hair that might have been brown or blonde- hard to tell with the buzz on the sides- slightly elfin face and dark eyes that held smiles in their corners that he rather liked.
His grin widened slightly. Damn, but he had the luck. Tenzin, with the lithe body and the still eyes. Ok, yeah, she was a mite standoffish. And Andre, muscled arms tattooed in patterns that made him all kinds of curious. In hindsight, he was pretty certain that if Ten hadn't been there, the would have had some fun, married or no. "Jeez! Is there like a secret chamber of hotness down here that cracked open or something?" The Lady wearing Spectra's face laughed at his quip.
I mean yeah, she was a bit dirty and what not. There was a bit of schmutz on her face. Had he known her, he might have reached out and brushed it off, whatever it was. Maybe. Life was life and anyone who got caught up in superficial shit like that had no idea what they were missing.
Anyway, so yeah, with Punk Rock Girl- totally American. Her accent said as much. He'd always like Americans. The ones who didn't act all butt-hurt cuz they no longer ruled the world. Dumbasses. It proved the point he had been thinking only moments ago. Nothing lasts forever. Can't bitch and moan when life changed. You just roll with it and keep going.
But to her point..."Wild west? Hmm...you know, I guess you're right. I confess I haven't watched any of your wild westerns" He looked her up and down. He didn't bother to hide it. She was there. He was there. She had eyes. He had eyes. It's not like they didn't see each other. Of course, it was just to check whether she was carrying. Only that. Not to see if she was packing anything else. Tenzin had had some wicked blade or something. He didn't remember what it was called. "Cowboys wear guns, though, right?" No guns on her. She was fit, that much he could tell. Probably be fun to wrestle. He did like that. His look was a question, though.
But to her other question, he said "No. Sorry. Haven't seen a balding American down here. I've seen a few folk. Homeless types. Transients. A few hiding out- probably from the law." He fingered his lighter absently. They had stayed away, at least after the first flash of his fire. "Some crazies. Oh. And some monsters too. Seems like they've moved in down here. All the free 'food' I guess." It was obvious what food he meant.
Suddenly, things shifted a bit. I mean yeah, she and Ten (boy how she seemed to hate the nick-name- which was why he used it) were both cute. And they were both down here in the tunnels. But could it be..."You, uh...you out hunting stuff down here?" he asked, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He wasn't afraid. Not at all. And if she was, it didn't bother him.
After all, he might want to join her. The Lady had led him down here. "Find anything good?"
His grin widened slightly. Damn, but he had the luck. Tenzin, with the lithe body and the still eyes. Ok, yeah, she was a mite standoffish. And Andre, muscled arms tattooed in patterns that made him all kinds of curious. In hindsight, he was pretty certain that if Ten hadn't been there, the would have had some fun, married or no. "Jeez! Is there like a secret chamber of hotness down here that cracked open or something?" The Lady wearing Spectra's face laughed at his quip.
I mean yeah, she was a bit dirty and what not. There was a bit of schmutz on her face. Had he known her, he might have reached out and brushed it off, whatever it was. Maybe. Life was life and anyone who got caught up in superficial shit like that had no idea what they were missing.
Anyway, so yeah, with Punk Rock Girl- totally American. Her accent said as much. He'd always like Americans. The ones who didn't act all butt-hurt cuz they no longer ruled the world. Dumbasses. It proved the point he had been thinking only moments ago. Nothing lasts forever. Can't bitch and moan when life changed. You just roll with it and keep going.
But to her point..."Wild west? Hmm...you know, I guess you're right. I confess I haven't watched any of your wild westerns" He looked her up and down. He didn't bother to hide it. She was there. He was there. She had eyes. He had eyes. It's not like they didn't see each other. Of course, it was just to check whether she was carrying. Only that. Not to see if she was packing anything else. Tenzin had had some wicked blade or something. He didn't remember what it was called. "Cowboys wear guns, though, right?" No guns on her. She was fit, that much he could tell. Probably be fun to wrestle. He did like that. His look was a question, though.
But to her other question, he said "No. Sorry. Haven't seen a balding American down here. I've seen a few folk. Homeless types. Transients. A few hiding out- probably from the law." He fingered his lighter absently. They had stayed away, at least after the first flash of his fire. "Some crazies. Oh. And some monsters too. Seems like they've moved in down here. All the free 'food' I guess." It was obvious what food he meant.
Suddenly, things shifted a bit. I mean yeah, she and Ten (boy how she seemed to hate the nick-name- which was why he used it) were both cute. And they were both down here in the tunnels. But could it be..."You, uh...you out hunting stuff down here?" he asked, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He wasn't afraid. Not at all. And if she was, it didn't bother him.
After all, he might want to join her. The Lady had led him down here. "Find anything good?"
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods