Have you heard the news?
Guin and I are courting now! I’m quite pleased— though honestly, I shouldn’t have been so surprised by it.
What woman could resist a face like this?
It’s about bloody time mate. Glad you finally caught on. But aye what woman could resist that face it’s handsome indeed - second only to my own of course.
"Oh!" Again, her cheeks tinted at his words and she blew out hot air, slightly exasperated at his insinuations. "There’s no need to flatter yourself, m’lord. Besides, if I were to go in front of you, who’s to say you wouldn’t do what you’re implying that I’m doing?” She asked cryptically, smiling wily as she walked around him, holding in a laugh at his dog-like action.
"It’s a rather warm day, isn’t it?" She added, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye while wringing the ends of her hair dry –– or at least, as dry as she could get them.
He knew full well what he was saying and doing it was mostly intentional - how could it not be? “I never said I wouldn’t do it if you came infront of me though I’d probably be looking elsewhere if I’m being honest.” He answered easily as he shook off the water until he stood just in his wet breeches though now he had time to admire her in the sun and he’d admit to himself - he wasn’t in the slightest disappointed with what he saw.
"Oh aye, but still a breeze in the air." He responded pushing his hand through his hair to smooth it out though it would end up being spiky later on as it dried but for now it remained flat as he went to fetch their food from the rocks and brought it down to the beach where he sat down on the warm golden sands.
Guin chuckled and shook her head, “Well I suppose I should have known. Showing off is right up your alley.” She teased. Her fingers reached out and ran along the bow, “You know I’ve never even shot one. I guess I have no reason to, but still it seems odd. They are readily available, and yet I’ve never even tried.”
He gave a dramatic bow as if of thanks a chuckle escaping him as he straightening up. “What can I say? Call it a character flaw.” He was leaning lightly on the bow one end digging into the ground infront of him. “They’re tricky buggers frankly… Do it wrong and you’ll slap your wrist with the string. Though I don’t see why you would ever have need to use one unless you’re threatening Balthasar for something or other.”
It was quite the spectacle. Betting on archery. Guin didn’t ever bet on anything. She had a level head, and wasting money in such a way was foolish, but it amused her that Chris was showing off so she stayed off to the side watching. She had no doubt he would split the arrow, and when he did she made his way over to him slowly clapping with a grin playing her lips, “Bravo, Commander. Is this how you pass your time now?”
It was a friendly enough round between some of the soldiers and sailors - it happened enough when the men got bored and they weren’t drilling as such but every time that Chris got involved it resulted in him winning any and all bets. Frankly he would’ve thought the men would have learned by now but apparently not and as the arrow split and a look of shock spread through the crowds he smirked though hearing the slow claps and comment he flashed a slightly wry grin. “Well, when I’m not drilling on the water… I’m teaching them a thing or two in this department.” Most didn’t have a clue how he was so apt with a bow but they ended up accepting that it must just be a natural talent. After all - what else could it be?
"How about we make it thirty and say I split the arrow? Go on. I dare you." He exclaimed to the man who he’d been challenged by a mischievous glint in his eyes. Knocking another arrow and losing it he manipulated the air currents and directed it straight to the centre of the target splitting the other arrow in the process. "Would you like to pay me now or bet on whether I can do it again?"
"Well, sometimes it’s a bit unavoidable." She replied while listening to his commentary. Most of what he said meant little to her; as she only cared for information that would aid in her own work. Then again, anything was helpful in the end. "Lord Commander Christopher Faulkner," Elektra repeated, letting the words rolls off her tongue experimentally, "quite a title you have there. Commander works just as fine, names are much too personal."
"It’s a mouthful but it’s what I am. Whatever suits you lass but Chris is what I go by when I’m out of uniform. Commander only when necessity calls for it." He shrugged his shoulders. "But what pray tell would bring a daughter of Sparra to our fairest shores?"
"Mmh.. ‘tis what I thought." She smiled wryly, shaking her head at him as she so often did. At his almost exasperated expression, Kait stifled the chuckle that escaped her lips, relieved to see that he hadn’t taken it to heart. "I suppose that could be the reasoning for it." It was dismissed with a shrug, and she watched him make his way towards land, her eyes following him carefully. As he turned to look at her, the blonde shook her head, almost as though she had been in a trance of some sort. "Of course, I’m right behind you." She gave him a nod, making her way towards him.
Christopher frankly wasn’t sure if there was even a part of him that would take offence even if she did irk him enough to that point. It was true enough that people could do it but Kaitlynn merely couldn’t push him far enough to be insulted.
He felt her eyes on his back and as he walked called back. “I think you’re spending too long admiring my wet physique lass someone might think it’s bad form.” He chided teasingly knowing that he was all but dripping wet in nothing but his trousers. “I’d prefer you infront of me rather than behind me… Much more pleasurable.” He advised with a slight smirk shaking off almost like a dog would small water droplets flying in every direction as he did so. Already feeling the sun’s warmth seeping into his body.
"Is it your mission in life to make me blush every time you open your mouth, Lord Faulkner?" She asked him, using his title and surname in an attempt to annoy him, knowing very well what his opinions on the manner’s in their society were like. "Not surprised, no –– why should I be?" The blonde asked in a resolute tone, trying her hardest not to smile. Interesting enough, Kaitlynn had become able to hold off her grins for longer ever since befriending Christopher; whether or not that was a good thing, however, was a completely other matter. "Either way, can we get to land? I genuinely am beginning to feel chilly."
"Uh… I think the answer to that is yes Lady Abel." He retorted his eyes narrowing a little at her as she used his title and surname the combination resulting in a slightly irked look to briefly appear on his features and vanish. "Never met a man who would suggest something that is as bold as that? Who knows?" He shrugged but at the request to go to land he nodded and swam in until he could touch the ground and once he could he looked at her. "Coming lass?" He asked starting up towards the beach.
She fiddled with her hair as she kept her gaze on him, tugging on random strands. It was an unconscious act –– a bad habit of hers, one might say. Starting to think back on the few days that the two have known each other, Kaitlynn began to wonder when she had developed feelings for him; and vice versa, she hoped. However, she was taken out of her contemplations as he spoke, and his words made her cheeks scarlet, giving him an almost incredulous look. “… I suppose I wouldn’t be totally opposed to that.”
Chris simply flashed a grin at her as she began to twirl her hair around one of her fingers. He never really did understand society’s strict decree for propriety and frankly saw it as too fanciful for his liking. Her cheeks flaring up scarlet once more at his comment ended up with him smirking triumphantly at her over the water especially when he saw the pure incredulous look that laced her features. “You look shocked my lady. Have I said something to… Surprise you?” He teased trying not to let his smirk grow into a grin.
"You’re dastardly, you truly are." She laughed aloud, allowing herself to float slightly in the water, all the time watching him. As he sank down into the water, she tutted at him slightly, trying to imagine what he would’ve been like as a child –– it was a terrifying yet adorable thought in her mind. "To warm me up? And just how would you plan on doing so, Christopher?” Kait responded with the same faux innocence, a sparkle in her eyes.
He flashed her a smirk and a wink as he sank before he resurfaced peering at her once he’d blinked the salt water out of his eyes. From the way he behaved it would seem like he had a lot of control but it was evidently taught from years of drilling and Captaining and giving his blood and sweat to the thing he enjoyed most. As a boy though he was wild and uncontrolled doing whatever he pleased whenever he pleased; no matter how much Adrian hated him for it at times. “Well that’s an interesting question. I would take you to the beach and perhaps I would lay down and kiss you whilst I kept you close to me.” He answered with a grin.