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Perrix Seiyos ([personal profile] callouslystalwart) wrote in [community profile] trollxzibit 2012-10-18 02:54 am (UTC)

Perrix knew what to expect. As soon as he was made aware of the humans he'd done some cursory scouting so as to not go in blind. Yet even after that, he still wasn't entirely prepared for actually meeting Chrysi in-person for the first time. Oh, certainly the cocky smirk on his face and the carefully collected bouquet (maidens love flowers) would make him look prepared on the outside... But for once in his life, the blueblood actually felt as if he wasn't in control. Years of deceptive sweetness came in handy, though - his was quite a poker face.

In contrast, the girl wasn't bothered at all. Perrix struck her as a bit odd, certainly, but then he was a troll and not a human. Not that that made him any less interesting! On the contrary, he was just as fascinating as the others, and had largely been nice. The considerable height difference between the two didn't even seem to bother Chrysi, who was all smiles as she bound up to the gray-skinned young man for a more proper greeting.

"Perrix, right..? It's a pleasure to meet you!" A lump formed in his throat. Oh no her voice is cute...

Never one to be deterred, however, Perrix dropped to one knee and produced his bouquet with a flourish, "Indeed! For you, milady..." Chrysanthemums, of course. The gesture was cheesy, but somewhat impressive considering that Alternia didn't have such a flower. He would've had to research what exactly the flower was and then find some on the remnants of the homes of the human players. Chrysi was sharp, and so the sheer work that must have gone into this otherwise simple gesture was not lost on her. "Perrix Seiyos, in your service."

"Well you're allowed to rise, Perrix!" she replied with a giggle that only served to deepen the pink flush in her face. "These are lovely, thank you." At her prompting he stood, again with a flourish.

"Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower..."

"...Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it love-in-idleness. You don't intend to to slip me a love potion, now, do you?"

Perrix grinned again. "Hopefully I won't need to..."

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