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pinecone · 06-16-2015, 06:26 AM

SPOILER!!: I'm sooooo sorry about HIM

Lysander remained reluctantly patient as this overly energized young woman warned him against companions that might not inform him of the reality of his eye sight and speak behind his back. He did not care about this advice and he did not care to be here any longer than necessary for his wand to be weighed. He eyed his wand in her hands warily, a distinct frown now added to his clenched jaw. What a nightmare of a girl this person was!

And THEN she had to nerve to suggest he would have better luck with women without his glasses! He was just about to tell her off entirely, grab his wand and proceed to his appropriate floor without this idiotic requirement when she grabbed. his. glasses. Before he could blink, she had taken his glasses from atop his nose and began to inspect them for herself, though of course he COULDN'T SEE THIS NOW. Lysander's now exposed eyes widened in horror at this act of supreme cruelty and barely registered her words as she introduced herself as Lex. The whole world suddenly became a more threatening mass of vague shapes and colors, he could hardly recognize his own two hands as he steadied himself by laying them flat on the counter which separated them. He never took his glasses off in public, not ever, rarely a once in his entire adult life. Mostly because he, you know, needed them!

Oh, now he was annoyed.

"Listen, Lex," he started, his voice dripping with a surprising darkness. "I don't know how this works for you normally, perhaps the majority of idiots that approach this counter enjoy being bullied out of their personal belongings. But I am not among them." His deep voice was indeed threatening, and yet there was clear panic in his facial expression. He was practically blind without his glasses, and yet of course wouldn't admit that. But it was relatively obvious in the way his exposed eyes didn't quite settle on her face but rather rested just past her left shoulder, assuming he was looking in the correct direction. Indeed, the girl was right about him -- once revealed, his green eyes were a relatively pretty sight, the darkest green with just the tiniest flecks of gold. And though still large and round, they weren't nearly as alarming or bug-like as they were behind the frames. His exposed porcelain face, though technically nice to look at, was clenched in an expression of deep distaste, his large eyebrows furrowed.

"Give. Them. Back. Now."

06-16-2015, 06:26 AM	#68 (permalink)
pinecone Puffskein Join Date: May 2015 Location: Westeros Posts: 1,025	SPOILER!!: I'm sooooo sorry about HIM Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Didn't matter that he'd taken the step back, Alexa was still at a good enough angle to see him and his large glasses and large eyes and large eyebrows and small tolerance level. It was all rather amusing, more amusing than most everyone else she'd had a run in so far and she couldn't say she was complaining....even if he now might be internally. AND HE'D BEEN TOLD ABOUT THEM HUGE THINGS HE SPORTED AROUND. "Well that's a relief, not that I mind being the first to say because someone has to be first but I'd hate to think you came today unaware." Again, she persisted to lean closer, resting his wand down and beckoning him closer. "Some people aren't all that great. They'll never say a thing when you can hear 'em but the moment you're gone they suddenly grow a tongue and polished case of opinions." The sarcasm in his tone was overlooked. It was a minor detail and she was MAKING FRIENDS! So the guy might have looked a little miffed and his voice might have sounded somewhat strained but that was probably him with his internal struggle of having to accept himself now that she'd told him. "Oh it's not only so you can see ME. Dont'cha wanna be able to see other things and people too? Reckon you'd be a hoot with the ladies if you spiffied up a bit. Here, let's have a see." And without permission she fished his glasses right off his face. A name? OH! Right. She had one of those. "You can call me Lex." She said as she busied herself examining first his face then his lenses. Haha, really what was wand weighing even? Lysander remained reluctantly patient as this overly energized young woman warned him against companions that might not inform him of the reality of his eye sight and speak behind his back. He did not care about this advice and he did not care to be here any longer than necessary for his wand to be weighed. He eyed his wand in her hands warily, a distinct frown now added to his clenched jaw. What a nightmare of a girl this person was! And THEN she had to nerve to suggest he would have better luck with women without his glasses! He was just about to tell her off entirely, grab his wand and proceed to his appropriate floor without this idiotic requirement when she grabbed. his. glasses. Before he could blink, she had taken his glasses from atop his nose and began to inspect them for herself, though of course he COULDN'T SEE THIS NOW. Lysander's now exposed eyes widened in horror at this act of supreme cruelty and barely registered her words as she introduced herself as Lex. The whole world suddenly became a more threatening mass of vague shapes and colors, he could hardly recognize his own two hands as he steadied himself by laying them flat on the counter which separated them. He never took his glasses off in public, not ever, rarely a once in his entire adult life. Mostly because he, you know, needed them! Oh, now he was annoyed. *"Listen, Lex,"* he started, his voice dripping with a surprising darkness. "I don't know how this works for you normally, perhaps the majority of idiots that approach this counter enjoy being bullied out of their personal belongings. But I am not among them." His deep voice was indeed threatening, and yet there was clear panic in his facial expression. He was practically blind without his glasses, and yet of course wouldn't admit that. But it was relatively obvious in the way his exposed eyes didn't quite settle on her face but rather rested just past her left shoulder, assuming he was looking in the correct direction. Indeed, the girl was right about him -- once revealed, his green eyes were a relatively pretty sight, the darkest green with just the tiniest flecks of gold. And though still large and round, they weren't nearly as alarming or bug-like as they were behind the frames. His exposed porcelain face, though technically nice to look at, was clenched in an expression of deep distaste, his large eyebrows furrowed. "Give. Them. Back. Now."