Daunting Affection (One female charater)

Snow flakes wafted through the pitch black sky, the stars hidden by the thick blanket of purplish winter clouds gave off none of their characteristic blue light. The heavy clumps of pure white fluff fell upon the evergreen trees which were illuminated by the near by electronic lamps posts, which were too collecting the essence of winter upon the globes of glass which housed the old fashion-like yellow bulbs that were installed specially for the Yuletide season and the six foot dark blue painted Victorian style posts.

The sounds of feet scuffing across the icy gravel paths which generously adorned the public park, was the only thing that detracted from the dreamland of winter. Yet it added to the harmonic scene somehow making it more lively and real. A couple warmly clad in synthetic furs, walked past the empty ice rink, and their cheery figures were reflected upon the hard white surface at which they stared at in wonder. The man ran his hand along the snow covered blue rail that ran around the perimeter of the ice pond, gathering up in his hand the slush which had collected upon the flat metal surface and in the curved ends. He turned to his love, a sly and playful smile ran across generously handsome face. The female laughed and told him no, letting a playful smile run across her face also as she backed up against the rail behind her were she too gathered up a ball of snow.

A figure clad in white passed by them, making his foot steps noticeable so that he would not get caught up in the middle of the tryst. The couple dropped their snow balls as not to look foolish and joined glove laden hands together once again, leaving the man alone as he entered the area they had occupied. He looked around with eyes similar to glacial ice, keenly observing the scene. It had not changed since he had come here last winter, and neither had he. Walking slowly to a wooden bench near the railing of the ice rink, he sat down without hesitation letting his heavy steel toed black boots hit the ground and bounce up before settling with a thunk. The benches, used by parents watching their children skate, was imbued with a heating unit to keep it warm and to also make sure it stayed free of slush.

The man placed his muscular arms on the back of the bench, letting them relax in the thin jacket to regain warmth. He drew in a heavy breath, making his toned chest push the Kevlar sectioned vest outward before sinking back down letting a trail of warm breath enter the air and leave a lingering stain. He rested he head back on the bench, allowing the shaggy blond hair to fall back and expose his thin eyebrows. Looking upside down he watched a squirrel slowly climb down from a tree and pick up a chestnut, tapping the creamy brown shell before peeling the light almost grey brown cap from the top and throwing it to the ground with it’s furry digits.

Haden smiled, letting the facial gesture expand to cover his whole face. The skin around his this nose wrinkled slight to accent the prominence of his peeled back thin lips that revealed the almost ivory straight rows of teeth. The man had always enjoyed nature, it was probably something common to all of his race but he never accepted it. He always treasured it as something that was his, a connection to nature that many in this era of intense technology had lost.

However his calm appreciation was disturbed by the soft crunch of gravel under a light foot, and he let his head rise slowly, an action which did not allow the snow which had been caught in his hair to fall down to the ground. He turned his head to face the direction the noise was coming from, expecting the see the previous couple once again and narrowed his icy blue eyes slightly.

The warm indulgence of sitting out a snowfall whilst unfurling on a comfortable couch before a pleasant fire-place was not coaxing enough for this particular female. Such lethargic activity was for the lazy or the elderly, certainly not something a young woman of such qualities should be pursuing.

And what she pursuing? A stroll in the snow-clad park seemed a much preferable way of spending her days off from duty. After all, it's not every day that you get an extended leave of absence from the CIA. Pity that it happened to be in winter. Not that it mattered in any way, of course. Such a cheerful demeanour was never fazed by such trivial matters. She couldn't change the weather any more than she could change the fact that she was gorgeous. Oh, and she knew that. And the vinyl suit she wore beneath her tightly closed black trench coat did a poor job of concealing that fact.

Yet she had an air of danger about her, she always did. Beneath her petite appearance and cute face, you knew there was a person you wished not to mess with. Her two semi-automatic pistols at her sides were a statement to that. Her titanium-edged katana on her back was another. Though off duty, the CIA wanted to protect their main asset, so they got her a no-holds-barred weapon license. How convenient.

Her lips were curled in a contented smile as she made her way down the frozen gravel path, her blue eyes twinkling in the light of the surrounding light posts. The path arced in a wide bend which skimmed by the frozen lake, and sitting, or rather lying upon, a nearby bench, was a white-clad figure.

On closer inspection with her hawk-like eyes, she saw a man with long blonde hair sprawled over the back of the bench, observing a lone squirrel which sought to savour its prized nurishment. The sight could only be described as amusing, and she couldn't resist a warm-hearted giggle. The man was apparently of trained senses, for he picked up her approaching footsteps and turned a pair of narrowed eyes in her direction.

That expression, coupled with the coating of snow which had accumulated upon his hair, was even more amusing, and she was unable to prevent a fully audible laugh escape her lips, which was quite easily noticed by the man whom she was now but a few feet away.

From around the gracious bend of the icy gravel path, a female figure emerged. With petite curves, a gentle face, and wavy orange blond hair, she was the epitome of perfection. A slim fitting black trench coat was pulled tightly around her, the light coating of white fluffy snow which adorned its collar, and shoulders, also continued in random points of concentration through her short hair.

Haden’s bright blue-white eyes softened as a generous smile spread across her beautiful mouth. The oculars widened a bit with embarrassment as the woman laughed, at him most likely. Smiling sheepishly, he ruffled his blond tresses with a wide hand to dispel the accumulated snow.

His Reiishiken life sense alerted him to a difference in this woman, she was not a regular human. It was similar to the readings he got from cyber brains but without the artificiality. In her he saw traits similar to those in him, a distinct coldness. But Haden chose to ignore this, for this woman was not a direct threat, or a hit. She was just a gorgeous woman who happened to wander by and laugh at his peculiarity.

Stepping up quickly, the Covert Operative brushed his white clothing off and rubbed his tanned palms on his calves. Reaching out to shake her hand, Blue smiled warmly to reveal his straight square white teeth with pointed canines.

“Haden Blue,” he introduced himself. “So I take it that you like the winter scenery as much as I do?”

OOC: Ello?

The woman offered a gloved hand in response to the gesture. It was grasped in a firm yet gentle grip, as if the man was afraid of damaging something delicate. Gazing straight into eyes whose color matched her own, she gave another alluring smile as she proceeded to introduce herself.

"Tanya. Tanya Smithson," she replied politely, placing her hands in her coat’s pockets. "And yes, the scenery is beautiful," she continued, casting her eyes at their snow-clad surroundings. "I'm glad you're not put off by the cold, for it really is a delightful season," she concluded, returning her piercing gaze upon the man’s face.

"Oh no, not at all," the man replied, sounding somewhat lost in thought to the CIA operative. It gave her the impression that the man was lost in her eyes, prompting a contented smile.

Casting her eyes downwards, Tanya proceeded to rub her arms about her waist, shuddering slightly as she attempted to warm herself up. "Well, better get moving if we're to stay warm. Care to join me for a stroll?" she inquired, an inviting expression residing in her eyes.

Haden smiled, his tight face skin crinkling at the corners of his mouth, his long canines revealed to the glint of the artificial yellow lights that reflected from the heavy downy snow that lay like a thick blanket over the ground. His ice colored eyes sparked with amusement at this witty woman with fiery hair and cool eyes. Haden remembered her delicate yet strong hands, feeling the cat like power that rested underneath.

“Of course, I would adore to take a stroll through this lovely scenery with you,” The man replied, his deep voice melodious. “I just hope that your beauty does not detract me from enjoying it,” he added with a laugh, trying to be funny, a thing he was never good at.

The woman gave a buoyant laugh as she responded to the obvious compliment, "Oh is that so? Well then, we wouldn't want that to happen would we?" Haden responded with a chuckle and their eyes met for the briefest of instances, before darting ahead along the gravel path once more.

The frozen trail creaked softly as two pairs of boots trudged confidently upon it, their owners lost in temporary silence as they indulged in the winter scenery. A soothing blanket of intricate snowflakes spread over the two government agents, who were at unawares of each other's affiliation. The spray of minute icicles swirled around them, brushing past Tanya's eyelashes and lodging into her hair.

"Uncomfortable silence isn't it?" she mused, shifting her gaze back to her companion.

"So..." she continued, pausing slightly as if trying to remember his name, so as not to appear out of the ordinary, "Haden, what does a man like you do for a living?"

Haden’s eyes sparkled happily, not only was the woman beautiful but she was humorous. But she presented an difficult question, how was he going to answer her. Surely he could not lie, it was not like him. Lying was something we was not taught to do, and thus was something he did poorly. Running his large hand through his blond locks, the tendrils of golden protein slipping through the grasp of his long thin digits like water to fall back into their previous position, he tried to formulate an answer.

He peered into the inky sky ahead. the stars standing out likes jewels on a black velvet background, luminous and the center of attention. There was no visible moon this night, but the Covert Operative knew that it’s light was merely being blocked from this section of the planet, and in a few days the celestial body would return to the heavens of this city. He settled for a twisting of truth to tell this enchanting creature, for a full out lie was unimaginable.

“Well nothing spectacular,” he said casually, his voice ringing out through the silence that had earlier occupied their presence. “I work as a government clerk, nothing of any interest just paper work and the such.” He shifted his shoulders trying to get his jacket to settle properly and hopefully not expose the Kevlar armor he wore underneath, or the twin pistols and Kris stashed on the back of his belt.

“And what of you fair madam? What occupies your time?”

OOC: Ello?

The gorgeous spy combed her slender fingers through her glowing mane, dislodging the icy flakes which had accumulated upon the tangerine strands. Her piercing blue eyes were fixated upon Haden's, her trained ears catching his every syllable. Even though she was at ease in the man's presence, her wits were still about her.

What she had heard him say could not be considered a lie, but she could gather enough from his apparent hesitation to know that he was not being completely honest. This fact did not go so far as to make her suspicious in any way, but it was something she would keep note of. To her though, fabrication was as easy as breathing.

"There you go with the flattery again," she replied in jest, before laughing heartily. "Well, I'm a computer programmer," she continued, her fingers mimicking typing. "I work for this up-and-coming software house. Pretty unexciting stuff really, but hey, it's a living."

A computer programmer? What an understatement. If he only knew that I could hack into almost any security system with these here fingers, she thought to herself, chuckling inwardly.

Somewhat distracted by her inner thinking, she stepped upon a patch of loose gravel. Her left foot slid off to the side, and finding herself unable to regain her balance, she toppled towards Haden.

The radiant starlight poured down from the dark heavens graciously, it is unimaginable that such tiny pinpoints could be seen so far away from where they actually where, and that they where even still powerful enough to still light up the blue eyed beauty beside him. Haden dug his hands deep into the white pockets of his jacket, smooth hands slipping past the opening cleanly like a fiery brand into a rotting corpse, finding nothing to hold it and instead passing into the empty space inside. Attentively, cool glacial blue eyes watched expressions and gestures as she gave a short over view of her job. He watched her hand brush the white specks of frozen water from her radiant mane.

Her feet made a steady rythm of crunching on the icy gravel, a soft crunch with no after sound and one second later another. It was harmony; nature at it’s finest, like a deep maroon chardonnay, gods how a glass of chardonnay sounded good. Maybe this woman, Tanya, would go to dinner with him. The nice Italian restraunt he loved, the best wine he had ever tasted and butter spread to die for with their complementary breads. The angelic looking man then noticed an oddity; the woman’s perfect rhythm had broken. With a sharp turn, Haden looked to his side, fine blond hair a whirl of gold around his head. Tanya was falling, toward him.

Reacting with instinct, Haden caught the heavenly woman tightly in his deeply muscled arms, almost like one cradles an infant. He stared down at her, his cold blue eyes to hers, close enough so that their noses almost touched. It was dead silent, and one could hear the pine needles fall softly from the trees, lofting to the ground slowly before meeting the snow with a slight crunch.

OOC: Hello??

Time seemed to slow down as the woman fell, a fleeting sense of vulnerability building up inside her as she prepared to brace herself for the unavoidable impact. The moment of collision, however, was far from what she expected. Instead of the cold, hard gravel of the ground, she found herself supported in a pair of soft yet sturdy arms. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Tanya felt oddly comfortable in the man's arms, almost as if she enjoyed being held by them. She had almost drifted off into a sense of dreaminess, before she turned to look up. And what she saw startled her.

Her bright sapphire eyes were locked with Haden's icy blue ones which lay but a minuscule distance away from her own. She looked on with an almost stunned fascination as a gentle breeze sent his golden bangs into an intricate dance upon the dance-floor of his eyes. The sight was almost intoxicating, and she couldn't help blushing slightly as she bordered on getting lost in the deep blue seas that were his eyes.

Sensing the vulnerability of her predicament, her face flared up in embarrassment as she attempted to retake her footing and stand up. Her movements, however, caused the holster of her gun to drive roughly into Haden's thigh. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised that her weapon might have been revealed, but she couldn't do anything besides hope that the man hadn't discovered she was armed.