Exes && Ohs {Closed/ Tag: Zathius}

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“If i knew the service came with a view i would have paid for the seat alone.” He called out with shameless confidence, a comment drawing some to smirk and some to shake in disgust at the inappropriate treatment of the working girl. Walking past in a simple shirt, corset, white blouse, it was all rather typical for a waitress in those parts but what wasn’t was the beauty who wore them. Hips irresistible to hold, a chest none with sight could ignore and a voice playful in a way which inspired innocence and blind just as often as it could inspire one’s far less publicly appreciated urges and imagination. But it was all of these qualities and more, such as the recognisable green hair and her unforgettable smile which made Zathius well aware of who he was taunting, and why she looked at him with eyes both shocked and likely hinted with dread.

To say that the angel’s past with Emi Kazama was complicated was well… simplifying matters. Of course when he spoke of her to others, which he did more regularly than he would have ever admitted, he spoke of a whirlwind romance and a pair of souls destined to drive each other wild. The reality? A series of unfortunate events which led them from passionate appreciation, to true care, to worst enemies and finally to… well the last time he had seen her they were likely in the worst enemies category though he hoped he was wrong and it was one of the first two options. All of this was a roundabout way of portraying the eternal dance of two free spirits, one in which they could not get enough of each other as much as they liked to pretend they could.

But though it was yet to be said, and he knew her mind was likely already trying to figure out how she was so lucky or unlucky, he was not there just to enjoy the spectacle of his ever exciting ex girlfriend in clothing she no longer fitted appropriately. No, like always she had something he wanted, but this time it wasn’t as petty or as base as a stolen kiss from the woman who hated his guts, or an adventure alongside the thief who loved him, but something very specific. Something she had stolen, or well, retrieved was perhaps a better description. Whatever the case she had something he wanted, and Zathius was confident enough in his experience of Emi he had a list of potential avenues on how he could get it.

“You going to keep staring at me or you gonna talk to Ems? Either way i’ll just return the favour.” He teased with a playful smirk which was barely effective at holding back his brighter grin. Zathius was seated alone at one of the tables, no drink at his side as it became obvious he had been waiting for the girl he spotted from across the tavern. Leaning back into his chair with one leg crossed over the other, the traveller’s vibrant green eyes traced lines down her hair and face as his hand ran it’s thumb slowly along his jawline. Elbow on the desk his hand rested against his face while the other rested atop his thigh. His legs were covered in smart, almost formal looking trousers, while his upper body was covered simply in a white button up shirt. Clean, crisp, though with sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow and buttons undone to just halfway down his body, the tanned skin of her heckler was very much on show as his collarbones and firm chest seemed to grow from the light around the tavern though not in the literal sense which he was very capable of. All that was left was to wait and see how badly she wanted to punch him.

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