When Ink met Aqualad: An Inqualad Memory
Aug 28, 2012 18:55:45 GMT -6
Post by Kenni on Aug 28, 2012 18:55:45 GMT -6
Aqualad: I once read a famous poet's work. She spoke of liquidy time. O, would that I could write such deep subject matter -sighs ;loves poetry; swoons over Speedy's poetry secretly- The famous poet went by ZinnyZinZin. I am a huge Fin of hers. ^-^
Ink: Well now bonny boyo guess who knows the braw lass your speaken of
Aqualad: -eyes twinkle with wonder at Ink's accent; displays his Piratenese out of surprise- Nay! Nay way, know ye the lass of braw barmy enough to lucid liquid let-loose such marvels? Aye, would that Aye could meet herrr, arrrr.
Ink: -swoons-
Ink: Well naw yea goat a pure teckel way of talken sir
Aqualad:-whips out iSee&Touch Phone & favourites 'http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary_of_Scottish_slang_and_jargon'; as enamoured with Ink's accent as it seems she might be with his xD-
Aqualad: Your lilt, Milady Stranger, is simply divine! Many an Elder have I that reminds me of thine own. c: A good many brave seaman also hails from I believe, your dwellingplace, or origin, non?
Ink: *Smiles a bonnie smile*
Ink: I bide St. Andrews of Scotland
Aqualad: -trys out some of his adopted grandfather's accent to try and impress his new F.O.B.paly- Ayyye, ah'm noo sairtain an'ah cannae ken fer shore, but yer geggy be spoutin' aboot the most braw, bonnie beam & sound this seadog ever did see're hear, aye.
nk: Where do you bide laddo? Yea have a braw voice, minds mea o maw granpaw tellin stories by tae fire
Aqualad: -flushes slightly, broad grin- I, good Lady Stranger, er...ah, 'bide', in Steel City! For the now, I visit with Robin's main team here and take lengthy swimmutes into Steel here from Jump to attend tomy protective Titan duties during the day. ^^
Aqualad: -wonders if they have the same 'Granpaw' xDDD-
Ink: So yea like tae skiddle then. Now I ken how yea turned into tea teckle, braw an bonnie lad before mea
Aqualad: -can actually understand he's being hit on due to years of listening to possibly their mutual or at least cloned Grandpaw lol; flush growing brighter; fights it down-
Aqualad: Milady, 'twould be quite a 'liberty' were I to only be playing about among the waves C: I fancy myself nothing else if not a fish to water! ..would..Would that you might swim with me at some promised date?
Ink: *Smiles flirtasiously*
Ink: Aye, Ah would my fair bonnie lad
ink: Ah cannae ken a better way tea spend maw time Milord ten tae splore tha waters with yea *Curtsies*
Aqualad: Heh. A helfy bit o'magic, said predetermined time will be, with..with you, Milady..--! -suddenly bows low; face flapping at his ears furiously like fins and face burning
Aqualad: Ahah..forgive me! I know not how to beckon to you, good Lady! It be a sin it be! Aqualad, Milady. However you may..call me Garth! -face parallel with floor in shame after the traditional Atlanteanapology stance-
Ink: *Puts finger under chin and makes him look her in the eyes* Ink mae braw Garth tis mae name
Aqualad: -makes eyecontact for short while; cannot sustain; steps back from her contact with his chin, with brief but pained expression remembering someone-
Aqualad: -clutches at heart as it is vulnerably stitched to his sleeve with her seductive smooveness; dark eyes wide and immediately downcast again, admires her liddle feet- M-Milady Ink, 'tis.
Aqualad: ..'tis such a doss titleage, yet here I am, acting a doddering dobber, am I not? Ah..ahahhah..forgive me, I..I am unsure what has taken me over
Ink: Yea cannae look mea in tea eye? *slightly wounded*
Ink: *Laughs* Dinnae get doon on yerself milord tis a Bonnie time we are haven aye?
Aqualad: -tries to shake memories of the someone of long ago from his mind; succeeds-...C: Aye, ah cannae be too..'doon', having ..'tea' pleasure've looking in..intae yer magical eyes, hn? -hands behind his Aqualad: back, as he rocks shyly on his heels and makes intermittent eye contact-
Ink: *smiles and batts eyes* Come an sit wit mea maw bonnie lad? *sits and pats next to her looking up mildly seductively*
Aqualad: -rubs tricep with arm behind back; follows sound of her voice to proffered seat after making mistake of keeping extralong gaze and witnessing flutter; own heart flutters instead-
Aqualad: -sits; bolts upright & stands; slides over a couple of feet nervously- Ahahhah..I take to activity best, methinks!
Aqualad: Dear Granpaw always said after all, it's a 'Sink or Swim' life!
Aqualad: Rather would I swim than sink into this seat and laze ab-about! -trying to rationalize his shyness-
Ink: *slightly more seductive smile* Please my bonnie braw Lad, sit wit mae
Aqualad: ..O, Triton's Tongue, but you shine fur somat fierce, Lady Ink. Ah wiznae hardly prepared tae even lookit ye. A wee bairn ah seem, no real man can I be
Aqualad: -summons courage; speaks in breathy whisper as he can't get his vocal cords to behave; prolly needs water-
Ink: *swoons a bit* Why yer a bonnie poet Sir Gath yer words make mae heart flutter an ah fear ah cannae withstand such words.
Aqualad: -had of course scooted next to her at her second summons; can't believe he'd though aloud; immediately clapped hand over his mouth liddle mortified; floor might burn through frm gaze concentration xD-
Ink: Ye dennae have ta be so shy Milord Ah wont bite yea I promise. *cocks head to the side like a concerned puppy*
Aqualad: -his conservative Atlantean courtship training refuses to let him function very well right next to the subject of his interest xD; looks off to left so she sees back of his head-
Ink: Please *voice soothing, reaches out and brushes his hand* lets jus talk
Aqualad: -still holding mouth with hand-not-brushed; makes to reach out and take her's; falters, clutches kneecap instead but speaks dropping any Scots-English in embarrassment-
Aqualad: -slowly peeks over sheepishly- Your voice, Milady. Would that..Would that I might hear it often. If even while doing you the dishonour of staying silent in return!
Ink: *sighs in disapoinment at failed hand holdin attempt*
Ink: *laughs kindly* On wan condition, let mae hear yers in return. *blushes at her forthright comment*
Aqualad: -breathes out noticing her flush; emboldened that they are both having equally trying times of just making small talk;slowly hooks his pinky around her's,.. moves to other fingers in turn interlacing-
Aqualad: A-aye! So be it, as ye wish, fai-f-fair lasseh! c:
Ink: *Puls takes off like mad rabbit-lets him make the move- blushes more as hands overlap and fingers intertwine-dont want to ruin the moment with words*
Ink: Well now bonny boyo guess who knows the braw lass your speaken of
Aqualad: -eyes twinkle with wonder at Ink's accent; displays his Piratenese out of surprise- Nay! Nay way, know ye the lass of braw barmy enough to lucid liquid let-loose such marvels? Aye, would that Aye could meet herrr, arrrr.
Ink: -swoons-
Ink: Well naw yea goat a pure teckel way of talken sir
Aqualad:-whips out iSee&Touch Phone & favourites 'http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary_of_Scottish_slang_and_jargon'; as enamoured with Ink's accent as it seems she might be with his xD-
Aqualad: Your lilt, Milady Stranger, is simply divine! Many an Elder have I that reminds me of thine own. c: A good many brave seaman also hails from I believe, your dwellingplace, or origin, non?
Ink: *Smiles a bonnie smile*
Ink: I bide St. Andrews of Scotland
Aqualad: -trys out some of his adopted grandfather's accent to try and impress his new F.O.B.paly- Ayyye, ah'm noo sairtain an'ah cannae ken fer shore, but yer geggy be spoutin' aboot the most braw, bonnie beam & sound this seadog ever did see're hear, aye.
nk: Where do you bide laddo? Yea have a braw voice, minds mea o maw granpaw tellin stories by tae fire
Aqualad: -flushes slightly, broad grin- I, good Lady Stranger, er...ah, 'bide', in Steel City! For the now, I visit with Robin's main team here and take lengthy swimmutes into Steel here from Jump to attend tomy protective Titan duties during the day. ^^
Aqualad: -wonders if they have the same 'Granpaw' xDDD-
Ink: So yea like tae skiddle then. Now I ken how yea turned into tea teckle, braw an bonnie lad before mea
Aqualad: -can actually understand he's being hit on due to years of listening to possibly their mutual or at least cloned Grandpaw lol; flush growing brighter; fights it down-
Aqualad: Milady, 'twould be quite a 'liberty' were I to only be playing about among the waves C: I fancy myself nothing else if not a fish to water! ..would..Would that you might swim with me at some promised date?
Ink: *Smiles flirtasiously*
Ink: Aye, Ah would my fair bonnie lad
ink: Ah cannae ken a better way tea spend maw time Milord ten tae splore tha waters with yea *Curtsies*
Aqualad: Heh. A helfy bit o'magic, said predetermined time will be, with..with you, Milady..--! -suddenly bows low; face flapping at his ears furiously like fins and face burning
Aqualad: Ahah..forgive me! I know not how to beckon to you, good Lady! It be a sin it be! Aqualad, Milady. However you may..call me Garth! -face parallel with floor in shame after the traditional Atlanteanapology stance-
Ink: *Puts finger under chin and makes him look her in the eyes* Ink mae braw Garth tis mae name
Aqualad: -makes eyecontact for short while; cannot sustain; steps back from her contact with his chin, with brief but pained expression remembering someone-
Aqualad: -clutches at heart as it is vulnerably stitched to his sleeve with her seductive smooveness; dark eyes wide and immediately downcast again, admires her liddle feet- M-Milady Ink, 'tis.
Aqualad: ..'tis such a doss titleage, yet here I am, acting a doddering dobber, am I not? Ah..ahahhah..forgive me, I..I am unsure what has taken me over
Ink: Yea cannae look mea in tea eye? *slightly wounded*
Ink: *Laughs* Dinnae get doon on yerself milord tis a Bonnie time we are haven aye?
Aqualad: -tries to shake memories of the someone of long ago from his mind; succeeds-...C: Aye, ah cannae be too..'doon', having ..'tea' pleasure've looking in..intae yer magical eyes, hn? -hands behind his Aqualad: back, as he rocks shyly on his heels and makes intermittent eye contact-
Ink: *smiles and batts eyes* Come an sit wit mea maw bonnie lad? *sits and pats next to her looking up mildly seductively*
Aqualad: -rubs tricep with arm behind back; follows sound of her voice to proffered seat after making mistake of keeping extralong gaze and witnessing flutter; own heart flutters instead-
Aqualad: -sits; bolts upright & stands; slides over a couple of feet nervously- Ahahhah..I take to activity best, methinks!
Aqualad: Dear Granpaw always said after all, it's a 'Sink or Swim' life!
Aqualad: Rather would I swim than sink into this seat and laze ab-about! -trying to rationalize his shyness-
Ink: *slightly more seductive smile* Please my bonnie braw Lad, sit wit mae
Aqualad: ..O, Triton's Tongue, but you shine fur somat fierce, Lady Ink. Ah wiznae hardly prepared tae even lookit ye. A wee bairn ah seem, no real man can I be
Aqualad: -summons courage; speaks in breathy whisper as he can't get his vocal cords to behave; prolly needs water-
Ink: *swoons a bit* Why yer a bonnie poet Sir Gath yer words make mae heart flutter an ah fear ah cannae withstand such words.
Aqualad: -had of course scooted next to her at her second summons; can't believe he'd though aloud; immediately clapped hand over his mouth liddle mortified; floor might burn through frm gaze concentration xD-
Ink: Ye dennae have ta be so shy Milord Ah wont bite yea I promise. *cocks head to the side like a concerned puppy*
Aqualad: -his conservative Atlantean courtship training refuses to let him function very well right next to the subject of his interest xD; looks off to left so she sees back of his head-
Ink: Please *voice soothing, reaches out and brushes his hand* lets jus talk
Aqualad: -still holding mouth with hand-not-brushed; makes to reach out and take her's; falters, clutches kneecap instead but speaks dropping any Scots-English in embarrassment-
Aqualad: -slowly peeks over sheepishly- Your voice, Milady. Would that..Would that I might hear it often. If even while doing you the dishonour of staying silent in return!
Ink: *sighs in disapoinment at failed hand holdin attempt*
Ink: *laughs kindly* On wan condition, let mae hear yers in return. *blushes at her forthright comment*
Aqualad: -breathes out noticing her flush; emboldened that they are both having equally trying times of just making small talk;slowly hooks his pinky around her's,.. moves to other fingers in turn interlacing-
Aqualad: A-aye! So be it, as ye wish, fai-f-fair lasseh! c:
Ink: *Puls takes off like mad rabbit-lets him make the move- blushes more as hands overlap and fingers intertwine-dont want to ruin the moment with words*