Post by Strike on Nov 7, 2009 19:10:02 GMT -5
Worry glowed in Ori’s eyes, a worry that Strike knew the source of. After listening to the male’s spiel before, he was surprised he didn’t already get a beating. Lucky him, Strike was a patient person. Usually. This would be the ultimate test. But the look in her eyes told him he needed to hold onto that patience and keep the wall up. She wouldn’t approve of anything less. When her line of sight shifted back to Merrik, his did as well.
Once Strike finished his response to the male, he could not fend back the small vibrations of a growl in the back of his throat. His comment about humanity were not meant in vain or anger, but after allowing the words to replay in his mind, he could see the connect, especially glancing at Oriana and seeing the new look in her eyes. Her voice picked up as she positioned between the two males, a dangerous maneuver, but one he would not expect anything less from her. A pleading look was given to Merrik. Not pleading, requesting. Oriana did not beg or plead. Then that gaze fell to him and he refrained from smiling at the hidden message.
Then it was done. She used concluding words and Strike’s eyelids fell halfway as he nodded in agreement, keeping his jaw tightly shut. Her form was coming closer to him and he side stepped, raising an arm to gesture for her to take exit first. But Merrik’s voice picked up once more and Strike’s arm quickly dropped to his side, a sigh escaping him as his eyes shot into the man. It was extremely convincing to prove that brutality to him right then and there. Not only did he just insult her, but he also refused to allow Strike and her within reach of one another. There was no way in hell that was going to fly. He even had enough guts to point a crooked finger at Strike.
One of Strike’s hands began to tighten into a tight fist at his side. But then all muscles froze in his body with what the male had to say next. Strike paused, momentarily confused. His eyes darted back and forth between the two, unsure. So much for a solid face. There was no way in hell he could put up a mask now. What had he missed? What happened between the two? As Merrik pushed the sarcastic question, Strike looked to Oriana, fully of his own questions, unspoken. The male spoke with such a certainty that meant he was purely in the right, or he was simply an idiot. But Strike was unsure. He had been so sure of Ori’s feelings and direction. Yes, he was sure. Strike’s brows furrowed as he convinced himself against the words. It was all too abstract, he was going to need an explanation. “Oriana?” He said her name questioningly, the only way he could manage to ask anything.
Once Strike finished his response to the male, he could not fend back the small vibrations of a growl in the back of his throat. His comment about humanity were not meant in vain or anger, but after allowing the words to replay in his mind, he could see the connect, especially glancing at Oriana and seeing the new look in her eyes. Her voice picked up as she positioned between the two males, a dangerous maneuver, but one he would not expect anything less from her. A pleading look was given to Merrik. Not pleading, requesting. Oriana did not beg or plead. Then that gaze fell to him and he refrained from smiling at the hidden message.
Then it was done. She used concluding words and Strike’s eyelids fell halfway as he nodded in agreement, keeping his jaw tightly shut. Her form was coming closer to him and he side stepped, raising an arm to gesture for her to take exit first. But Merrik’s voice picked up once more and Strike’s arm quickly dropped to his side, a sigh escaping him as his eyes shot into the man. It was extremely convincing to prove that brutality to him right then and there. Not only did he just insult her, but he also refused to allow Strike and her within reach of one another. There was no way in hell that was going to fly. He even had enough guts to point a crooked finger at Strike.
One of Strike’s hands began to tighten into a tight fist at his side. But then all muscles froze in his body with what the male had to say next. Strike paused, momentarily confused. His eyes darted back and forth between the two, unsure. So much for a solid face. There was no way in hell he could put up a mask now. What had he missed? What happened between the two? As Merrik pushed the sarcastic question, Strike looked to Oriana, fully of his own questions, unspoken. The male spoke with such a certainty that meant he was purely in the right, or he was simply an idiot. But Strike was unsure. He had been so sure of Ori’s feelings and direction. Yes, he was sure. Strike’s brows furrowed as he convinced himself against the words. It was all too abstract, he was going to need an explanation. “Oriana?” He said her name questioningly, the only way he could manage to ask anything.