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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 20:35:48 GMT -5
Alarik had returned but a day ago, and was out and about, becoming re-acquainted with the camp and it's ground even though he was technically supposed to be living in Athens 2.0 at his age. He just couldn't help himself, he needed to be around people, he needed to feel loved and feared all mixed to together and he needed it from EVERYONE. but more on his inner problems later, at the moment the beautiful devil was making his way to the strawberry fields at a leisurely pace, all the while humming and using his powers to enhance the sound and acoustics of his surroundings. The song he was humming meant very much to him because he very much related to it, so when he did hum or sing it he put all his power and passion into it, belting out in pure raw and yet somehow also refined emotion.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 20:49:58 GMT -5
She had been working in the fields that morning, finally done with all the cleaning and dish-washing duty she had succumbed to a few weeks earlier. Aravind sighed, stretching up to the sun in a silent prayer to Apollo and Demeter, their combined efforts clear for making the strawberries a success. As she lowered her arms, she saw something in the distance, moving steadily towards her. The something... No, someONE, she corrected, had very VERY red hair. Giggling, she pictured it as a strawberry. Strawberries...
"Oh, shoot. I forgot to ask Ren how many baskets we needed today. I hope these two will be enough..." She turned back to the patches of the crimson fruit, fully intending to collect a few more for the basket, but she stopped. There was beautiful music surrounding her, coming closer, closer... and louder. Aravind looked up, sunlight blinding her for a bit, and she thought she heard an otherworldly chuckle. "Lord Apollo...? What's goin-"
And there he was. The auburn hair glinting in the sun, gorgeous multi-coloured eyes... how could this man not be a god? The music came from HIM, she realized, eyes widening at his cocky smile.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 21:03:57 GMT -5
Alarik had suddenly noticed a camper amongst the strawberries, and smiled. Perfect. He sauntered over to her as she picked strawberries. He chuckled lightly, ending his song and letting it drift off peacefully. "I'm flattered that such a beautiful lass such as yourself would consider comparing me to Apollo, but sadly I am not him. He is however my dear father." The Firey red-head responded in his crisp foreign accent as he bowed low to Aravind in respect. Alarik gently took the Demeter camper's hand, with a gloved one of his own, and kissed the back of it gingerly. "So who might you be? A precious and delicate flower in need of the sun's comforting warmth?" He asked, mis-matched orbs staring up at the maiden before him, as he slowly stood up straight again to tower over the girl.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 21:39:48 GMT -5
Aravind blushed maddeningly bright at the uncommon greeting. True, it seemed a bit old-fashioned, but it was absolutely WONDERFUL. He had bowed. BOWED and kissed her hand... like a true gentleman... and he had an accent! SCORE!
"I-I beg your pardon; I didn't mean to seem-" She got flustered, needless to say, mesmerized by those gorgeous eyes. "My n-name is Aravind. Aravind Sarin..." Oh GODS, was he ever tall. He seemed to be about 6' 4", and simply... wow. Noticing that her hand was still in his, Aravind blushed further and her eyes cast to the ground. Pulling her hand away, she began to apologize profusely to the reborn Adonis, her meekness showing through.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 21:45:58 GMT -5
Alarik watched in amusement at the flustered actions of the girl before him, a smile gracing his lips and another soft chuckle rising from his throat. "I'm sorry, my lady, it seemed my hand couldn't help but linger on yours. You are quite the temptress, my rose of no thorns. Ah, but where are my manners? Alarik Jakob Judas Beck humbly at your service." He said, bowing yet again at the end of his sentence. He stood back up yet again, and smiled warmly at Aravind. "Might I take a guess and say you are a daughter of Demeter?" The red-head asked.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 21:59:42 GMT -5
"Ah- The pleasure's all mine, Sir Beck." Aravind mentally face-palmed. She sounded stupid, didn't she? Not like a fancy, renaissance- reminiscent princess... "And, y-yes, I am. My mother is rather kind to me, guiding me here. It's sunny, warm, and there's nothing that some hard work can't fix-" Eyes widening once more, she had realized that she began to ramble. The blushes still lightened her sun-kissed skin, but from the heat of the day, or the charming words, Aravind didn't know. She pushed her bare foot around a bit in the loamy earth, contemplating her next words.
"Son of Apollo... is that why you could make that music? It seemed to fill my soul with yearning..." She sighed wistfully, looking at the fascinating young man beside her.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 22:09:33 GMT -5
Alarik couldn't help the ever-so slight pink blush that appeared at being called 'sir' like a knight. He had never been compared to a knight before. He ignored this though and instead enjoyed the sweet ramblings of Aravind. The Demeter child then asked about Alarik's music. The red-head smiled, and regarded her warmly for a short while before responding. "Well, yes and no. You see, my sweet pea ((lol flowers  )) not only am I a son of Apollo but I am the grandson of a muse. Euterpe, the muse of music is my grandmother. So, yes Apollo's musical abilities do contribute, but so does my grandmother's." Alarik explained. |
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 22:22:37 GMT -5
"Really? She was also goddess of lyrical poetry, right?" Aravind smiled in return to his serene face. She had finally gotten comfortable enough around him to even joke a little. "Hm. Seems it simply runs through your veins... but you surely make it your own, Prince Charming." Pulling her mocha bangs back, she looked up at him in delight, a light giggle bubbling up.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 22:26:44 GMT -5
"Indeed, she was. Well, she still is of course." Alarik confirmed, chuckling. He could see Aravind had become comfortable around him, at least for now. The Red-Head grinned and blushed slightly again at the Demeter camper's words. "Oh, no, I am no Prince Charming. Not in the very least." He insisted, "modestly".
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 22:38:55 GMT -5
She laughed, bell-like voice ringing through the large space. "Oh, please, Sir Beck. It's easily told that you come from a line of gods. Even a mortal could see that." Aravind looked out at the valley full of berries, picking one from her basket and twirling the stem through her fingers.
"Want something sweet?" she asked, dangling it tantalizingly close to him. Aravind simply didn't see the gorgeous man's blushing face, nor did she guess that there was something more sinister below the surface. She simply felt like teasing him. After all, it's not like her possessive best friend would find out.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 22:49:42 GMT -5
Alarik watched Aravind carefully as she plucked a strawberry from her basket and proceeded to tease him with said berry. The Apollo child's response was a smirk and raised eyebrow as well as a small grumble from his belly. The red-head ignored his stomach's protests and simply stated, "I do indeed, but I cannot ask your hand in marriage quite yet, my sweet. Oh were you talking about this silly little fruit? hah! Poor little berry such as this sours in comparison to your sweetness, my lady."
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 23:00:25 GMT -5
At the word 'marriage', her heart skipped a few beats. This young man was seriously considering... Aravind shook her head with a smile; se was overreacting again. "You are too kind to me to be a normal demigod, Sir Beck, truly... Alas, this may be the sweetest strawberry in the whole world, and you may never know if you wait." Grinning devilishly, she opened her mouth to greet the delicious red fruit, giving Alarik one more chance to accept the berry as his own.
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 23:06:11 GMT -5
Alarik smirked and leaned forward, biting the berry off the stem from Aravind's hand. He smiled at her, as he ate it. "Hmmm, although i do suppose that was a sweet berry, I still believe you are far sweeter." He stated. If he thought he could get away with it, Alarik would have skipped the words and kissed the Demeter girl instead, but he knew better and decided to bide his time instead, being the gentleman he had learned to be.
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Apr 5, 2012 23:14:34 GMT -5
Pulling out another berry from her other hand, Aravind grinned as she bit into it, not oblivious to the small droplets that dribbled from her red lips. Maybe she could tempt him as much as he tempted her. A shiver raced down her back at the unmatched gaze she was holding with her own amber orbs. The gentleman was simply another young man. He couldn't be above such human notions, could he?
Standing on her tiptoes, she arched her back to get even mildly close to his ear, whispering to the Scotsman with abandon. "You could always find out, my prince."
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Post by FoxiNinja on Apr 5, 2012 23:24:12 GMT -5
Alarik watched as Aravind ate a strawberry herself, the red juice now on her lips. She stretched up and whispered into his ear. Was this a cue to allow him a kiss? Well, he knew he had to take chances in winning people over, so he faked a short hesitation before placing a soft and warm kiss on the Demeter camper's lips.
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)) not only am I a son of Apollo but I am the grandson of a muse. Euterpe, the muse of music is my grandmother. So, yes Apollo's musical abilities do contribute, but so does my grandmother's." Alarik explained.