Cinema Theory (Tagging Amelia)

[westfallcorndog]

 After February's movie night, a 'definitive Earth romance' of dubious quality, Amelia had left in a hurry. And her leaving wasn't close to the start of it. She'd been strange throughout the entire experience, and when she finally did escape she was out with a shout and off like a flash. Harrow had hardly had the time to say goodbye before she was out of earshot. And, come to think of it, though he didn't know her well he was sure he hadn't seen her in a very long time. Partly curious and partly worried, he decides to text her.

[Amelia are you okay? You left fast. Do you want help getting home?]

Hopefully she responds quickly, or he's going to have to go hunting for her. There's always something a little too exciting about chasing down breathers, and he greatly prefers they come to him or meet by happy coincidence, but he's not above doing it this time. After all, she might be in need of some serious assistance. 

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[westfallcorndog]

The links are broken easily by steel. Strong though they may be, metal is still stronger. The first link assaulted shatters with a twist of the blade, but before Amelia has the opportunity to crack any more they start to pop and crack, and in a sudden, small cloud of sparkling ice they've all disenchanted themselves. The snow that once made chains around her ankles settles delicately as any snow dust would.

In quick, long strides Harrow's there by Amelia's side offering her a handless wrist to help her stand. His face is all guilt and worry and he's speaking a hundred miles an hour.

"I'm sorry! I thought you wanted a heads up and a surprise and – Sh-shoot, Amelia, I'm sorry!"

[rogueinladysclothing]

The help up is noted, but she is staying firmly planted in the snow while she shakes off the adrenaline.

"Apparently your world has a different idea of sparring than what I'm used to. What you just did would be considered an ambush in mine." Deep breaths, slow and steady. That'll help her regain her composure faster than succumbing to her anger. She carefully sheathes her dagger before hanging her head in exhaustion. Today has been a very long day.

"Perhaps we need to work out what we're both expecting before we try again sometime."

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow winces, guilty as he ever could be. At least his shame is honest, and it shows on his face and in his tones.

"We'll iron it all out, Amelia. I really am sorry. Don't let this turn you off'a learnin' magic or meetin' up with me again in the future for a duel on your terms, huh?"

Rather than try to urge her back on her feet again he crouches down so that he isn't looming quite so ominously.

"You wanna get a shot in at me? So we're even? I won't hold it against you."

[rogueinladysclothing]

A silence settles between them as Amelia fights to get a better hold on herself. Her voice is soft when she finally speaks again. "Can you just... go? I'll call you after I get Viatorus to agree to the party so we can plan that."

She doesn't look up at him, despite the fact that he's trying to get closer to her level. This is a whole new level of 'nope' for her and she'd rather be left alone to deal with it.

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow presses his lips together into a thin line that quickly cracks and becomes a frown. For a second there it hurts to be told to leave like that, but before he has a chance to open his mouth his mind catches up with his emotions. It really has been a hard day for Amelia. Romantic troubles, losing her world, a strange and sad film, and now all of this. And he hadn't been able to comfort her through any of it.

Though he knows she isn't looking at him, he nods. He nods, and he stands, and he begins to back away. His only goodbye is a softly-spoken "Good luck, Amelia..."