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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 14, 2012 16:36:07 GMT -5
Mason smiled, "No Pressure, I can do this myself if you wanna rest," He assured her, but he handed her the axe just in case. He grabbed the saw and they got to work. The saw buzzing and the ax chopping made a strange sort of musical in the woods. He made short work of cutting the tree into sections, now he went back to check on his companion. She looked tired to him and he gingerly took the axe from her petite hands.
"You should take a break," He said with a smile. Mason chopped down on the following branches, swinging his arms steadily, sweat beading on his brow. After a moment he pulled up his shirt to wipe his forehead, his abs totally visible. Usually he did this work alone, and often shirtless, but he was trying to stay decent for Caim.
But maybe she wouldn't mind too much.
"Would it bother you if I took this off?" He asked, tugging at the material. "Its just getting hot." Mason wasn't trying to seduce her or something-- though taking off his shirt hd proven in the past to be a good way to do it.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 14, 2012 16:51:15 GMT -5
Caim figured out that she wasn't completely useless. Chopping branches off the tree was a bit similar to knowing how to chop herbs to maximize flavor. With her magic, it was sort of intuitive. The first few branches were almost easy - some little, thin ones she almost got off with one swing. Despite the magic intuition though, the task at hand was still 99 percent pure physical work. It wasn't too long before she was on the brink of exhaustion. If Mason hadn't taken the axe out of her hand when he did, Key suspected her arms might've actually started trembling.
He was so nice about it though, Key could've kissed him (although she wouldn't have minded kissing him any other time.) "Okay," she agreed, nodding a little and smiling slightly. "Just give me five minutes." Key was ethically unable to leave him doing all the work. She sat down on a root a couple of steps away and surveyed her hands. They were starting to blister. Her apothocary's hands - delicate, nimble, long - were clearly not cut out for this.
Key looked back up at Mason, settling into her new favorite pasttime, which seemed to be watching him work. Very soon he asked if he could take off his shirt, and Key's mind needed a moment to process. She could feel the warmth and blush creeping up her neck - hopefully obscured by her hair. "Yeah, no problem." Key said, as nonchalantly as she could muster. "I don't care." Ha! As if. |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 14, 2012 17:00:01 GMT -5
Mason laughed and pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his muscled chest. He set his shirt on the ground, a little out of the way and pulled his hair up into a ponytail so it wouldn't stick to his sweating neck. Now that he was quite a bit cooler, and far too interested in her reaction to his partial nudity, he turned back to the tree to keep on chopping.
He made fairly short work of the branches and then went to get the chains. He would need her for this. Not that she could drag a tree, but it would be easier to secure the chains if he had a little help. If he could pick them up about and inch, she could make sure the chain got all the way around.
"Hey Keys can you help me a second?" He asked, not sure if she was still tired, or finally getting sore. This was hard work, even for him. Mason lifted the chains out of the truck and got one on the ground. "I'm going to lift this a little and if you could just get the chain underneath the log, that'd be great." Normally he had to roll them over the chain and then secure it.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 14, 2012 17:44:52 GMT -5
Holy- Caim blinked a few times. No matter how many times I blink, the vision doesn't change. There was no way that he was real. There was no way that he was real. There was no way. The sheer size of him. All that muscle. Perfectly sculpted. Key's mind was in a battle. Half of her wanted to think very inappropriate thoughts, but the other half resisted because it'd be too weird to fantasize about him with him right there. Her brain just buzzed, as though echoing with one word: Wow.
When he spoke to her, ushering her back to reality with his voice, Key's heart skipped a beat. Somehow thinking about him so intensely made her forget that he was actually there. Unsurely she got up and walked over, trying her best to listen to the words coming out of his mouth instead of staring directly at his chest, his shoulders, and his abs. It didn't quite work. Her eyes kept flickering back to his body, as though they were moths and his naked top half was a bright lantern.
Thankfully he was proposing an activity that could distract her. "Yeah. Sure. Chain me up." Key had blabbed unintentionally and knew immediately that she had said something awkward. "I mean give me some chains and I'll uh-" she gestured to the tree, "chain up some logs."
She cleared her throat and averted her eyes. I've so ruined everything. |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 14, 2012 17:52:15 GMT -5
Masonfound himself laughing. Caim's awkwardness was priceless, and given his unusual size, he couldn't say this was the first time a girl had been stupefied by his appearance. "You're adorable," He said bluntly, and this time, it didn't just slip out. He meant to say it. It was true. She was dwarfed by him, obviously in awe of the view and trying to be casual. It was comical and very sweet. He almost wanted to tell her to touch it, just so she could see it really was real.
Mason handed her one end of the chain and put the rest of it near him on the ground. "On three I'll lift this a bit and just pull the chain under the log. Okay?" He said, crouching down, with his hands gripping the lower sides of the log. The muscles in his back flexed in preperation and he started counting.
"One, two, three..." He said, heaving up the log a few inches from the ground. Mason was a little surprised he could even do it. But he wasn't that strong, so she'd have to move quickly.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 14, 2012 19:05:10 GMT -5
"You're adorable."
Most girls would've been pleased and endeared to have been paid such a compliment. But in the moment of hearing it, again, something had become incredibly clear to Key: he considered her a child. He asked her to lunch the first day they met because he thought her harmless. He heard about her mom and came over to make sure she was okay. He invited her to cut down a tree in order to distract her. He felt protective. She was little and sad.
It made complete sense.
And it was sweet and sure, Key was grateful, but ... There's absolutely no hope.
Key took the chain and crouched, prepared to help him. Already mentally she was pullling away. Adapting to her new reality. She'd had crushes that never amounted to anything before - she knew the drill. Didn't mean things couldn't be pleasant. One the count of three Key chained the log like an expert. Wrapping things came with the apothcecary job. Having wrapped, she quickly pulled away. |
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 14, 2012 19:13:19 GMT -5
Mason's arms shaking lightly with effort, were glad to let the tree drop. She'd gone above and beyond, wrapping the chain a few times, not just dragging it underneath. "Nice work." He nodded, trying a knot in the chain. Now came the hard part... as well as the impressive part.
With a deep breath, Mason grabbed the chain and hauled it over his shoulder, gripping tight with his gloves and pulled the tree trunk forward. It lurched into motion, leaving a small indent of dirt behind it. Since the pieces weren't too long for the truck, he could get on top and haul the pieces onto the bed. It had been a while since he'd worked so hard though, and by the time he was done with all the logs, he had to laugh.
"I'm going to be so sore in the morning," He muttered, shaking his head and tying down the logs with the chains so they didn't roll off the truck. Mason brushed off his gloves and tucked them in the back--he wouldn't need them to drive. Then he grabbed his shirt and simply tossed it over his shoulder for safe keeping.
Done.
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Post by CAIM VENUS HYSSOP on Oct 20, 2012 17:07:05 GMT -5
Caim smiled appreciatively at the humor and small talk. "Try stretching tomorrow." she suggested lightly, trying not to imagine all of those muscles of his under strain, tense, probably in need of a massage ... Caim averted her eyes, suddenly keenly interested in the forest scenery.
Glancing at the full truck, Key asked, "So we're done?" What a day. The colors of twilight were lighting the sky. Once again, she managed to spend almost a whole day with him. Why did that keep happening?
Soon she'd be going home. Another evening and night alone. Sure she was used to it, but Key was already imagining how strange it was going to feel. Just like last time. After a day with Mason the night felt unbearably cold.
She'd just have to stay away. That had to be the solution. Stay away and build up her resistance. Any chance of a relationship was futile, anyway.
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Post by MASON MIEL CAIN on Oct 20, 2012 17:24:24 GMT -5
"Yup," He said, wiping his hands on his jeans again and opening the car door. He hated that he had to leave her so soon, but they were losing light, and she was probably tired of his company, but Mason felt good. Moving always made his feel good and the tight feeling in his muscles reminded him that he was alive. He had a beautiful young woman with him too, and that always felt good.
Chloe would appreciate his new good mood.
Mason gave her a smile and nodded toward the truck. He obviously wasn't going to leave her in the woods. A simple drive and they would be apart again, which was sad, but he knew he would see her around. It was too small a town, not to mention if Spike, or any of her other appliances ran into trouble, he was the one to see.
ooc-- i figure we can just end here
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