Searching for enlightenment [Part 2]

Another Goddess?

Once more Damion found himself working in his father's shop although as usual, it seemed rather busy; tending to the customers in and out; the sound of the bell upon the door going off every so often, his father would arch a brow to see if it was his son or a customer; given their past when he was bored. He would lean over some to see another customer before smiling as he returned to his work. Happily finishing up the work on a blade he was crafting for a man in the old city a district not too far from their location.

However, while he did that, Damion was doing an excellent job with said customer. Appraising wares and observing them for any imperfections. A skill his father taught him. Blade held in hand he'd gaze upon it, note the weight, any visible impurities and the durability of such a weapon. A faint smile passed as he asked the customer how much they wanted. He often liked to haggle and was quite good at discussing business matters. the male asking for a bit more than he was willing to offer he'd play on the matter at hand.

"Well to be honest sir, if I buy this at that price I won't even make enough back once breaking it down and recrafting it into something actually useful. I mean if it had been in perfect condition or damn near it I could even offer more. Honestly, it's not a bad blade, I'd say we could do one of two things. I could buy it off you for about 200 coin toss in a throwing knife or two if you'd be willing to take 100 and take my losses. The alternative option is, you let us repair the thing, pay 250 and then I'd be willing to buy it for 500. How does that sound, but we'd need a few days to work out the issues with it."​

Truth be told he could easily just buy it off the kid for 150 but he hated dishing out the money for it. Given it didn't need too drastic fo repairs and his dad could do it with ease. He'd make about 200 coin off the repair profit after costs and most likely sell the blade for .750 to a thousand with the upgrades done to it. So the kid would be making out twice what he put in and that was way better than what his first offer was. So naturally the boy took it as he then wrote up a receipt and told him to come back in a few days.

His father taking the blade slapped him on the back proud then handed him another, a confused look was shared as he was then instructed to take the blade off to some customer in the old city. A faint smile passed as he noted it was closer to the slums as such he'd wrap up the blade and grab his own before taking off. Opening the door to his mother appearing home from work early a swift kiss on her cheek was made as he left and she cooed in happiness. It wasn't long before realizing they were now alone; the shop sign turning to closed as she gave her husband that look and he grinned.

Rushing off through the street he'd swiftly turn left, then right running up stairs then down them making his way to the old city. It wouldn't be long before the male had finally arrived, now within the center of the city he'd look to the sales receipt and try to figure out the address. Asking around he'd finally venture into the less reputable part of town; moving in closer to the slums before he found the target and delivered the blade Handing him the receipt he'd be paid what was left for a balance and he'd put the coin in his shirt; a built-in pocket he made to protect his own coin.

"Alright just remember if you ever need anything sir please don't hesitate to ask. We will gladly deliver and pick up whatever you need."​

He'd say happily running off once more making his way to the safer part of town; pausing some once he reached the center he'd slump over and take rest from all his running. It wouldn't be long before eyes shifted upward and the male gazed upon the figure before him. Eyes light up some as he raised a hand to block out the sun; such blinding beauty. A faint blush passed as he smiled back warmly. Standing tall, at 6'2 he'd bow before the beauty before him.

"I apologize was I sitting in your seat? Forgive me, it was foolish of me to not realize. Then again I'm sure someone as beautiful as you must also be oh so forgiving."​

He'd say in a hopeful tone his eyes shifting upon her now, the faint blush passing as he stood there confidently before this unknown goddess. Eyes never meeting her gaze as he looked down.

"Forgive me a beauty such of yours could only be rivaled by those of a true goddess, or so I might imagine. I've only ever met one and she was beautiful, so forgive me my boldness or assumptions. Let us pray I am right and not making a grave mistake; otherwise, I might need to repent for such a sinful comparison of a mere mortal to such divine beings."​

He'd say in playful yet joking manner, still somewhat serious his eyes shifting up as he moved out of her way offering her to sit where he had before. Bent over he'd smile warmly and try to meet eye level with the female; still unsure of who she was as he smiled,

"The names Damion, Damion DeAndre. So are you an adventurer or a supporter like me?"​

He'd ask, although his appearance was that of a poorer being given his rather scruffy squire attire the male had some appeal to him; making even the rag-like clothes seem desirable. Perhaps it was what lay beneath them and not so much the clothes. None the less the adonis-like male would smile before her, the kind of smile that made girls giggle and hearts melt. As he stood there waiting for her response he'd laugh some and wave his hand.

"You alright? No need to be shy I'm just trying to make conversation, am I that terrifying. Maybe my shirt is too tight again; maybe it's time to get a bigger one again. Last time this happened someone as intimidated by my size. No need to fear I'm as cuddly as a teddy bear, although hurt the ones I love and I'm more a bear."​

He said jokingly some trying break the ice and get a smile or chuckle out of the being before him. She was indeed beautiful but he didn't care for looks he simply wanted to pass some time and get to know them. After all, he hadn't made many friends working in the mines and until recent he hadn't really socialized as much as he should have outside of work and dungeon diving.

"So umm, what brings you to old city? I was off delivering a blade for a customer. You seem well geared? Are you perhaps a skilled adventurer. I've been training to one day become one you know."​

He'd say flexing some showing off his masculine and well-defined figure. Lifting his shirt some he'd slap his abs, the definition like that of those sculpted; unreal. Lowering his shirt he'd blush some and rub the back of his head.

"I'm sorry that wasn't very gentleman like. Forgive me, anyways I didn't catch your name?"​

He said as he finally stopped his barrage of chatter and silenced up. Now listening to the female before him and catching his breath.

@Freya

 

Another Goddess?

There he had it, a poor choice in action one which awarded him a lesson he'd sooner forget than his own name. Having not heard her in his rambling and constant talking she seemed to be rather put off by his boldness and constant yammering. None the less the male didn't even have the chance to respond the way he intended. Her fist glowing perhaps due to the speed and intensity of its motion as he was struck hard; his jaw clashing with the fist as he rolled with it instinctively yet still caught off guard some form shear intensity. His head flying back as did his body as the male was nearly knocked out his socks and boots as he flew up and came crashing down slamming his body hard; landing in a way as to protect his head as best he could.

Laying on his side he'd fall back and lay there start struck, what had just happened. He was so kind and so nice why would anyone want to hurt him, in fact, who the hell was he. Laying there a moment he'd blink a few times as he tried to remember some things. Why was he there, something for his dad but what. What was his name again, who the hell hit him. Nothing but questions and thoughts ran through his head as he leaned forward and coughed up some blood. An intense feeling of pain and his jaw already swelling. He was just lucky he hadn't bitten off his tongue. A hand raising to support the now injured jaw would look at the female before him; was it? Had she really jut knock him on his ass and most likely injured his jaw, if not broken it?

Sitting silently there his heart would race, the pain sending such strange signals to his brain as he groaned some and slowly got up. Not saying a word he'd stand before her and simply stare. Not saying a word he'd smile some and bow. What a woman? So strong and so dominate, not afraid to act how she felt. A tender blush passed his cheeks some; perhaps due to swelling if not his emotions. The pain continued as he blushed and swallowed; his airways already swelling. He had some near death experience in his time in the dungeons and suffered some really painful injuries but this topped them all. Lips parting to speak he'd try to smile only making it worse. Thankfully not teeth were broken or damaged but blood spewed some as he pulled back his words brief.

"I love you...."​

He'd say warmly as he wobbly turned and began to walk away; perhaps to seek medical attention his heart beating fast and his body swaying like a drunk. Clearly, there was some damage done; a few screws knocked loose and but he knew enough to seek the medical treatment needed. Was he delusional or truly a nutter, to say such words afterward. It may have been a combination of a bunch of the issues he most likely would face but in all honesty, it was most likely his masochistic like tendencies.

Her actions although cruel and unusual, were that of endearing to him; even before being struck. Having a thing for pain, it was the reason he became a tank. None the less he'd continue making his way back towards the way he could remember being home as he had no idea where else to go. A brief moan escaped his lips as he spit up blood occasionally his cheeks a flushed red as he smiled warmly in his dazed state speaking some .

"Feels so good..."​

Drooling some he'd stumble forth catching himself as he made his way towards a bench, unable to make it much further as he rest some trying not to pass out. His eyes glossed over from the concussion he most likely had soon met with another set as he merely sat there with a goof half grin on his face as he held his jaw up. Most likely broken; if not dislocated. None the less, it was to say the very least bruised to hell. Rising from his seat a kind passerby would help carry the large male off towards a medical professional as he laughed,

"Thank you kind sir."​

He'd say fighting back against the odd pain yet pleasure before the dou left the old city, assuming she had not cared to stop him or check on him.

@Freya