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20.Sep.13, 06:20 PM
Indivara let out a grumbly 'hrumph' as she continued to stare at Ryvian from under her lashes, watching without comment as he wandered around the room kicking his clothing. Vivid blue eyes were trained on just about every part of the young man, except his face, though the glower didn't fade. His comment about remaining in bed called a narrowing of Indivara's eyes before she rolled them with another huff, arms folding over her chest and fingers of one hand tapping an impatient tattoo on the other arm. Ryvian spent far too much time in bed, and the fact that he was inclined to spend it there with company was not something Indivara particularly enjoyed the thought of. Her lips pursed again.
A disgruntled squeak was stolen from the girl when her friend flopped back on the bed, jostling it enough that Indivara had to unfold her arms so as not to lose her balance too spectacularly. Her glare returned as she gave Ryvian a dirty look, then turned to frown at the far wall. Looking at him was distracting, and her inability to decide if she'd prefer to kiss him or hit him made her even more grumpy. It was all his fault, of course. He was the one that had turned what was supposed to be her making sure he bathed himself into something else and Indivara had no idea how to deal with it. He hadn't done anything since then the way she expected him to, either. He didn't hit on her as much, which she altered between aligning to him having already gotten what he wanted from her, and him being too distressed over Nyvian Impressing to express continued interest. Neither of which were particularly flattering!
Then there were the little things he did, like flicking the edge of her skirt, that made Indivara flush and wriggle, which in turn made her angry as she leveled another heated glare on Ryvian and smoothed the edge of her skirt back down, pretending her stomach hadn't come alive with creepy crawlies and things that fly from the half hearted touch. "Food," Indivara snapped coarsely, still fussing with her skirt intently, absently wishing her long hair wasn't tugged back messily so she could have hidden in it. That made her angry, too. Since when did she hide from anything. Another vicious look was thrown at Ryvian. She didn't know what had been served at breakfast, anyway. She'd been too busy screaming at Jada on the Sands. Puffing out a deep sigh, Indivara forced her expression to soften, and her shoulders to relax. It resulted in the girl slumping where she sat.
"After you've given that to one of the girls working laundry," she pointed absently at the pile of dirty clothing Ryvian had gathered together. "And bathed, because you stink." A playful smile was flashed, but it faded away fairly quickly, a frown taking its place as she returned to staring across the room, fiddling with a bit of stitching on the hem of her dress, and unaware that she'd pulled it free and was unwravelling it as she mumbled. "Then we can eat."
A disgruntled squeak was stolen from the girl when her friend flopped back on the bed, jostling it enough that Indivara had to unfold her arms so as not to lose her balance too spectacularly. Her glare returned as she gave Ryvian a dirty look, then turned to frown at the far wall. Looking at him was distracting, and her inability to decide if she'd prefer to kiss him or hit him made her even more grumpy. It was all his fault, of course. He was the one that had turned what was supposed to be her making sure he bathed himself into something else and Indivara had no idea how to deal with it. He hadn't done anything since then the way she expected him to, either. He didn't hit on her as much, which she altered between aligning to him having already gotten what he wanted from her, and him being too distressed over Nyvian Impressing to express continued interest. Neither of which were particularly flattering!
Then there were the little things he did, like flicking the edge of her skirt, that made Indivara flush and wriggle, which in turn made her angry as she leveled another heated glare on Ryvian and smoothed the edge of her skirt back down, pretending her stomach hadn't come alive with creepy crawlies and things that fly from the half hearted touch. "Food," Indivara snapped coarsely, still fussing with her skirt intently, absently wishing her long hair wasn't tugged back messily so she could have hidden in it. That made her angry, too. Since when did she hide from anything. Another vicious look was thrown at Ryvian. She didn't know what had been served at breakfast, anyway. She'd been too busy screaming at Jada on the Sands. Puffing out a deep sigh, Indivara forced her expression to soften, and her shoulders to relax. It resulted in the girl slumping where she sat.
"After you've given that to one of the girls working laundry," she pointed absently at the pile of dirty clothing Ryvian had gathered together. "And bathed, because you stink." A playful smile was flashed, but it faded away fairly quickly, a frown taking its place as she returned to staring across the room, fiddling with a bit of stitching on the hem of her dress, and unaware that she'd pulled it free and was unwravelling it as she mumbled. "Then we can eat."
